#fortunately he found someone worthy of his kindness here

[darlingdekarios]

the best thing.

rating: explicit. 18+ only. length: 5,608 content: Gale Dekarios x f!tav [f!reader], porn with plot, established relationship (engaged), post-Baldur's Gate III canon, fluff, domestic bliss, smut [fingering - receiving, oral - receiving, unprotected p in v, creampie], kink(s) [overstimulation, orgasm control, hands, hair pulling, body worship]

after everything the two of you have been through, you're eager to give Gale one perfect, blissful day.

It was almost unbelievable seeing you bathed in the golden hues of the morning standing in his kitchen, back to him as you fussed over whatever it was you currently had sizzling on the stove. It was so rare that he was able to sneak upon you these days - you were so attuned to one another that simply entering the same room was enough of a greeting.

But now you were focused, far too much so to notice your lover's entrance, or even to notice him for several more moments as he leaned against the doorframe, peacefully enjoying the serenity that being near to you caused. Even this was enough to fill his heart with love.

"If there should ever come a day when your presence does not fill this tower again it will surely be a day without sunrise."

You turned to him and offered a smile that rivaled the sun itself in beauty and warmth, every bit as life sustaining to him. You were wearing an apron he often donned in the kitchen, the fabric graffitied with streaks of color and puffs of powder. He was struck as he so often was with you, offering nothing more than a smile in return that reached his eyes as he remained transfixed by you - the very center of his universe and far beyond anything his goddess had ever shown him in beauty.

"There are painters who envy me of this privilege. To wake to such beauty in my own home every day…I truly am a fortunate man."

You would never tire of the way Gale's words spread through you like warmest fire, making you feel worthy of a love such as this every moment no matter how your mind was trying to force you to feel that day. To say in the time that had passed since your adventures in bliss would be an understatement - both of you had found what could only be described as heaven in life with one another.

Everything about one another had become home, the deep love the two of you shared the kind that people prayed to the gods for.

"You wake up everyday and set out to make me love you more than the last.""

"I could say the very same to you, my love," his voice was particularly cheerful this morning and you were glad you'd decided today for your plan. It was already off to a great start, and it could truly only get better from here with what you had up your sleeve. "What has you in the kitchen at this hour? We didn't exactly get to sleep early, by any standard."

When you've gone through the things you've been through, sometimes it can feel wrong when someone looks at you with the amount of love and adoration Gale was now…the way he did so often these days. Whether you were resting in his bed, reading at his side, curled with Tara on the couch, or doing any other thing to fill the time, he looked at you now like it was what he hoped to do last in the world.

And he always would.

"I made you breakfast. Or at least…I did my best at…making you breakfast."

The smile that spread across his face was more stunning than any of the scenery in all of your adventures, not a single star or moon matching its beauty. As you were lost in your profound love for him he took the lull in conversation to close the distance to you, wrapping his arms around you and reuniting you into his warm embrace - it hadn't been long, but it was always an eternity.

He pressed several kisses to your forehead as he gazed over your shoulder, analyzing the plates you'd made for the two of you to enjoy. His brows pulled together in an expression you recognized as being deep in thought - you pressed a kiss to the lines as he spoke again.

"I know this meal…"

Your lips lifted into a smile against his skin and he reached upward to encourage you to meet his gaze again, awaiting your response and hoping it was a confirmation of what he suspected. "It was the first breakfast you made for the party. I remember how proud you were and how delicious it was…no one had ever cooked for me like that."

"Your memory is just as astounding as the rest of you," he was positively grinning at you, eyes expressive and proudly displaying every bit of love he felt for you. His head tilted to the side briefly - something you were quite fond of - as his brow furrowed again, the arm that remained around your waist pulling you closer. "It's not my birthday, is it?"

Forget loving him more by the day - you loved Gale Dekarios more by the second.

"No, dearest," you replied, reaching one of your hands upward to rest against his chest. You held his gaze as you spoke knowing he preferred when you didn't look away. "I just realized…in all the time since I've met you there have been many meals that you've made me, and I've never made you a single one."

His expression softened even more, something you didn't know was possible, pressing a gentle and loving kiss to her lips. The first kiss of the new day was always a shared favorite between the two of you - no matter how many days passed the first always created goosebumps and pulled quiet sighs of pleasure from your chests.

"You are truly are a gentle soul," he muttered against your lips, the hand that still cradled the back of your head sliding to cup your cheek instead, his thumb brushing across your cheekbone tenderly. "I'm still not always entirely sure I deserve it."

"But you do," you promised, eager to hush the self doubt that still lingered in your fiancé day-to-day. It was something you were happy to live with - it never annoyed you or grew tiresome, you were more than willing to remind him how loved he was despite any mistakes he'd made in the past, that any he'd make in the future were already forgiven. "You deserve it, Gale. We've been through so much together and I was thinking…I want you to have a perfect day. I want to do anything and everything you want to do for an entire day."

"Starting with breakfast?"

You sheepishly smiled and nodded before confirming, "I know it won't be as good as when you made it, but…"

"It will be perfect," he silenced your own worries gracefully and gently before they could even begin to fester. "As most things made in love are. Would you join me on the balcony for our meal?"

It was incredible how something as mundane as sharing a meal together could become an act of utmost intimacy. With Gale even the smallest moments felt like a life's worth of promise and love - if every day was like this you would leave this life with nothing but happiness in your heart. The day passed with him like a dream, like you'd truly found the person you were meant to spend this much time with. The person you were meant to face the passing years together - who you were excited to watch more grey bloom in his hair.

After breakfast both of you had fallen asleep on the balcony in a gentle embrace, his arms holding you against his chest as you slept. When you woke, Tara was asleep on your back and so you'd continue to lay together until the tressym removed herself to carry on with her day. All the while Gale had gazed at you lovingly, stroking your hair and face when you had continued to sleep a few moments longer. He'd never tire of the serenity that filled your face in truly peaceful slumber.

For lunch Gale opted to eat by a nearby lake, the beautiful afternoon the perfect landscape for him to take a moment to indulge in a bit of poetry…about you, of course. It made you bashful when he did so - it always had and likely always would, a demure laugh passing through your lips as you tried to hide behind your hands as he poetically described the many things he loved about you.

Of course, the heat in your cheeks only increased when his poetry turned to that of describing the ways he wanted to demonstrate his love - but you were certain you were burning when he'd followed it with a kiss not entirely decent for a relatively public setting. Nevertheless, he certainly didn't seem to mind.

It continued with a trip to the bookstore, the apothecary, and to another local merchant where he bought some supplies for home and a necklace for you that yes he insisted you have, even though you now had a collection forming in the tower. Before you could finish your day in town he asked to pop down to the local inn for a quick drink.

You were well aware that this was truly just time for Gale to show off his future wife to the other patrons - something that always made you feel fantastic about yourself. The fact that the famed Wizard of Waterdeep felt pride in having you at his side was no small compliment - it was a fact you flourished in.

Back home, the two of you cooked dinner together, Gale eager to give you tips on how you could improve in the future. When it was time to eat you shared a bottle of wine that you'd selected together earlier and ate in silence, reading your new books with zero complaints even capable of being formed in your mind.

Your eyes only left the words on the pages to glance across the table to him lovingly - something you were joyous to find he mirrored frequently. It was after dinner had been cleaned up and the two of you had tidied up from the day that you found yourself in his embrace, yet again on the balcony where so much of your shared time was spent.

For a while he simply remained with his head resting atop yours, holding you gently as you shared another sunset. It was only once the sun had completely gone for the night over the horizon that he turned you in his arms slowly, eyes finding yours like it was their nature to do so, wasting no time in leaning down to kiss you again tenderly.

"Have you enjoyed your day, my heart?"

He smiled the kind of smile that pulled lines beside his eyes, eyes that were twinkling and rivaling the stars that had started to decorate the sky for the night. You could feel how content and relaxed he was in the delicate hold he maintained on you, the love pouring from him and seeming to wrap you in a tighter embrace. It was these moments where the weave truly connected the two of you, holding you together and proving that you were meant to be together in this world - and the next, if that happened to be what came.

"I have enjoyed every day by your side, even the difficult ones," his voice was so earnest there was simply no possibility of disbelief from you - you could hear the honesty soaking his words, every sentence another promise and declaration of his love for you. "But today has been perfection. I could thank you for a lifetime and it wouldn't be enough."

The kiss he gave you then was the kind that is written about in books - in fairytales, the kind that inspires poetry and signifies the truest of love. He continued to hold you against him gently as your lips entered a dance you both yearned for constantly - at this point you were no strangers to what each of you liked and it was reflected with every swipe of your tongues and movement of your lips.

And it was always until you were both breathless - never a second before. The two of you had experienced so many things together that had made so many of your early tenderness rushed - neither of you were ever in any particular rush anymore. This kiss was exactly like so many these days - savored. And yet this was only the beginning of what the two of you would savor in the night to come.

"Would you like to retire to our bedroom for the night?"

You words were light as you whispered against his lips, biting at the bottom one lightly when you finished your question. A truly pleased grin spread across his face as you pulled away, his arms still anchoring you to him - if you wanted him to he'd release you, of course, but it was never a moment too soon.

"Darling, you need only ask."

Thankfully, the bedroom was mere steps away and it was easy to tug him inside with hands gently pulling at the collar of his shirt, your lips not leaving one another for long. Though it was obvious where Gale's mind was heading - a it was difficult to deny it for much longer as it had been growing since the kiss at the lake earlier - you still had one more thing planned for him.

One of his hands slid lower to cup your ass and bring you closer, tongue seeking entry into your mouth again as he waved a hand to ensure there was some light by way of many candles. You shook your head to which he huffed, pulling away just far enough to pass you an inquisitive look.

"Not quite yet, my love," you cooed, pressing a consolation kiss to his lips briefly before pulling away fully, wrestling yourself free from his grasp with a giggle. "Remove your shirt and lie down on your stomach."

Though he muttered under his breath about it he followed your instructions, brown eyes searching your face for a response as you only sat on the bet waiting for him, always one to enjoy the sight of him undressing. When he was finally in the position you asked him to be you straddled his lower back, hands slowly rubbing the expanse of his shoulders with the perfect pressure to pull a groan from him.

And that was the end of his silent questioning - every swipe of your hand, knead from your fingers and caress was met with a moan, groan, or whine from him - as time continued on he was mumbling into his pillow about how much he loved you…repeatedly. When you reached a particular point you could practically feel tension melt away from him and you leaned downward to press a kiss to the back of his neck before encouraging him to roll with a squeeze of your legs.

And oh, was he happy to oblige - to be reunited with your face, now with the moon's glow coming through the curtains to illuminate you alongside the flickering candles. A considerable amount of time had passed since you began massaging him and still you showed no signs of stopping, continuing to straddle his waist as your efforts now focused on his chest.

"Your hands are divine," he was barely coherent through the pleasure he already felt, his words far less calculated than they're normally be. "I could lay here for a ten day and happily starve."

"I suppose you're feeling well about your day then, my love?"

It was an unnecessary question - you both knew it. But he was also just as aware that you loved to hear about the feelings your efforts had earned, and it had been a long time since he'd denied you of anything you wanted that he could provide. With his most charming smile he nodded, leaning forward to rub the tip of his nose against yours gently in an innocent show of affection.

You reached upward to run your fingers through his hair delicately, pulling a blissful sigh from his lips again. If it were possible to create a symphony from what filled your bedroom you would gladly hear its melody forever…a sentiment he'd expressed toward you once that you held at the core of your memory and found your mind circling back to often.

So much of his mind was an exact reflection of your that sometimes it seemed they were still connected sometimes.

"Absolutely blessed," when Gale spoke it was as though you were the one who could answer his prayers, something you found irresistibly sweet about him. "If you're not careful you will spoil me beyond reason."

You leaned down to capture his lips in a gentle kiss again, his hands grasping your hips again, sliding to rub over the soft expanse of your thighs. Too selfish to release his lips again you whispered into the kiss, your own hands resting on his chest still, his heartbeat steady and soothing.

"I fail to see why that would be so bad."

He could only smile into it as he continued to kiss you slowly, one of his hands sliding up to hold the back of your head delicately. He began to raise until he was sitting upright, keeping you anchored where you straddled him with his resolute hold on your hip still, ensuring your lips never parted from his for longer than a breath.

Before his arms engulfed your waist his hands made quick work of removing the robe that covered your frame, discarding it to the floor with little care. His hands caressed over your torso like he truly cherished every inch of you and sought to ensure not a single patch of you went unattended to.

(He truly loved every inch of you - a fact you believed deep into your core. You'd only asked him once what his favorite part of your body was - he'd almost been offended that you'd think he could narrow a list of such considerable length.)

"Still, it may be good for me to exercise some selflessness tonight," he offered, a handsome and playful expression illuminating his features. His hands were now gently resting on either side of your neck, thumbs lightly rubbing back and forth - unable to stay fully idle for long. "You gave me the perfect day. Will you let me treat you to a perfect night in our bed?"

"Have you known me to say no to you often?"

"Only when I've needed to hear it."

No further talk was needed and the two of you continued to kiss tenderly, his hands returning to lavish your breasts again. Your own hands maintained a hold on the back of his head, fingers grasping his hair delicately - completely unwilling to have him pull away. Happy to oblige and always eager to swallow the quiet sounds of pleasure he could pull from you, especially now in the privacy of a bedroom where it had not always been a luxury you'd been provided, one of his hands continued to trail lower.

Until it reached as low as he could on your leg in this position, fingers brushing over the soft skin of your inner thigh - it was obvious he was influencing the weave to crackle at his fingertips gently, the result a pleasant tingle dancing across your skin. Your legs squeezed tighter around him in anticipation and he chastised you with a light swat to your thigh, not to cause pain but to capture your focus again.

You responded with a light nip to his bottom lip which earned a cheeky smile from him, eyes staying on yours as his hand finally reached your core - where you were desperate for him most. Over your panties it was still obvious how wet you were in anticipation of him - your time with Gale had proven that things like that only spurred him onward more, the confirmation that you wanted him just as desperately clouding his mind of all logic.

"Have you been wet all day, my love?"

The tone of his voice melted you like wax, you could only nod and whimper as he pushed the fabric to the side, slowly running two of his skilled digits between your soaked folds. His lips were only centimeters from yours so every movement brought them together slightly, your moan cut off as he kissed you again, index finger circling your clit slowly. He opted to speak against your lips, unwilling to be too far from your sweet lips for long.

"I'd have indulged you long before now had I known this is what waited for me."

His fingers swiped back down to your entrance and the middle slipped into you slowly, a smile playing on his lips as he kissed you again. Though one finger meant every exit and reentry meant pinpointed strokes the stretch wasn't enough to satiate the pressure that was seated in your core, more of a stretch needed than what one finger provided. It only took a slight squirm of your hips for him to take the cue, slipping a second finger into you which you thanked him for with a moan.

He left your lips to kiss to your neck, reclaiming spots that had often been decorated with his mark in your time since returning home with him. His fingers set a leisurely pace pumping into you, stroking your velvet walls perfectly as his tongue lavished a spot on your neck that you knew would only add to the slick coating his hand.

His free hand came to one of your breasts to massage gently, fingers rolling your sensitive nipple and pinching to add to the melody sounding from your mouth. From where you were seated in his lap you could feel his cock hard and throbbing beneath you, adding to your desperation - as skilled as Gale's hands, fingers and mouth were it would never compare to joining together with him.

You rocked down against his waist which pulled a groan from him, fingers picking up pace as he nipped at your neck. "Patient, darling…"

His hand left your chest to grasp your hip instead, steadying the movements you both knew would drive him over an edge he was intent to tiptoe around still for a while yet. When you continued to try to squirm in his hold he removed from you completely, brow furrowed as he used a hand to push you onto your back. He kissed down your torso slowly, eyes staying fixated on yours as he went - communicating his instruction to stay still without a word.

"Gale please, I need you…"

You tried to tempt him into giving into your way for once by reaching upward and slipping your fingers into his hair, giving the messy locks a tug to try to encourage him upward. It was briefly annoying that you felt his lips curve against your hip - amused by your attempt, no doubt -

*(Later when your mind is clearer you'll reflect on this moment - as you so often reflected after intimacy with Gale - and you'd once again be thankful for his insistence on ensuring he went above and beyond for you in all senses.

It was impossible to forget that you'd become the most important thing to him.)

"You know I won't give you what you want until you've cum at least once for me, darling," he reminded, his voice feather light against your inner thigh now where he sucked a fresh mark into your thigh to match what the fading ones had once appeared as. Your fingers ran through his hair and tugged again, he only groaned deeply in response and lightly bit at the spot he'd just marked.

"Gale -"

He did love when you whined for him - it almost always nearly enough to make him break on the spot, the temptation to give into you near overwhelming.

"Ah ah ah," he whispered, the vibrations in his voice tickling your skin as his lips brushed a familiar trail up your thigh to your core. "No arguing, my love. I'm not asking anything unreasonable."

All that was left to do was melt as his tongue ran through your folds, an appreciative moan rumbling in his chest as he tasted you - as though it was the first time all over again. The argument was completely lost as he continued to cover every inch of your cunt with his tongue. He was exactly what he'd told you to be - patient - as his tongue ran back and forth between your oversensitive and swollen clit and your hole that was eager to clench around anything.

This was certainly one of his favorite ways to spend his time now - sometimes to busy his mind with anything other than tortured thoughts of the past he'd lose himself in devouring you. The fact that you always gushed on his tongue was a bonus, one he was more than happy to work for, sometimes refusing to remove his head until you'd finished multiple times.

Even he wasn't patient enough for that tonight, but he was enough to continue lavishing you with his skilled tongue, hands gripping your hips and angling you upward so he was able to fuck his tongue into you and lean back occasionally to gaze lovingly at your pretty, creamy cunt. With the amount of love and devotion he was putting into every movement, it wasn't long until your thighs were squeezing closer around his head, the subtle shake at his fingertips giving your impending release away before you managed to moan out the warning.

"I'm…I…"

"There you go," he leaned away to look up into your face, his lips and chin covered in your slick and his spit. One of his hands abandoned its hold on your hip to join his mouth, two fingers entering you again in a swift movement, the sound that accompanied the movement enough to build heat in your cheeks. "That's a good girl."

With his fingers now pumping into your hole again it left his mouth to focus on your clit, his tongue relentlessly swirling on the bundle of nerves as he pushed you toward release. Your vision was already whitening and your fingers gripped his hair tighter, a cry ripping from your chest as his other hand pressed down on your stomach.

That sensation snapped like a rubber band through you - while you were lost in ecstasy you hardly registered that your release was gushing from you, though Gale wasted no time in covering as much of your cunt with his mouth so he could drink your euphoric nectar.

As you were coming down he crawled back up you, pressing kisses along your torso as he whispered a word or sentence of praise with each one. You were pinned beneath him, one of his forearms resting next to your head as a leg moved to slide one of yours higher - though you were in a post-orgasm haze you registered you needed to wrap your leg around his waist.

His hand came to smooth your hair back, leaning down to press a delicate kiss to your nose - a tender action that didn't match the lewd way he rolled his hips into yours, his cock throbbing and leaking from what you could feel against your pussy. His other hand maintained a tight grip on your hip and he pressed a gentle kiss to your lips now, whispering quietly against them.

"Are you ready for me, my love?"

The truth was, he could never enter you fast enough - or at least he wouldn't, his playful nature shining through one last time before he lost himself completely in intimacy. It showed now in the subtle shake to his voice, the slightly higher pitch that gave away how much he needed you.

"Please."

"I do so enjoy when you ask nicely."

He started sliding his cock into you slowly groaning the entire way, opting not to continue to kiss you so he could gaze into your face with complete adoration, finding just as much bliss in seeing your eyes roll back and flutter closed as a light smile played on your lips as he did in feeling your velvet walls around him again.

And this - this was as perfect as anything else that had ever truthfully been described as such. This is where both of you found some reason, some meaning - where both of you created your own galaxies. It started slow, Gale preferring to savor the first strokes inch by inch every time. His lips never left you, kissing you gently in any place he could reach on your face and neck and shoulders as he muttered quiet words of love and appreciation.

Poetry that would only be shared between the two of you.

When he was satisfied with the amount he'd cherished every inch of your walls welcoming him in again he re-angled your bodies so both of your legs were around his waist now, the new angle allowing him to fuck into you deeper. Now he was hitting a spot he knew would make you see stars, hoping that you'd thank him for remembering exactly how to reach it -

"Gale…feels s'good…"

He sounded his appreciation with a loud moan of his own, his pace increasing as the tension built in his core now. You felt impossibly tighter each time he re-entered, a fact that was driving him closer to release. Unable to voice it he pressed a sloppy, desperate kiss to your lips before leaning his sweaty forehead against yours, breaths falling out heavy against your lips.

No matter how close his release threatened to snap, he would never do so without hearing you tell him to do so. You allowed him a moment to dangle over the edge for a moment as you bit into your bottom lip, catching his attention and focus - focus on your swollen lips, and the sweaty sheen covering your face and slicking your hair…on the way your eyes threatened to spill tears at how blissfully good you felt.

"Come for me, Gale," the instruction already had him grasping you tighter, but when you continued with an offer that hadn't previously been on the table it was impossible for him to hold back much longer. "Fill me…"

He kissed you again - a little too hard for how swollen your lips already were from the amount of kissing already done but with a passion that was returned nonetheless. His thrusts became just as messy as his kisses had and he pumped his throbbing length into you hard and fast, hips pistoning into yours repeatedly.

Both of your sounds filled the room as his movements pushed you toward a second release of your own, walls clenching around him so tight he now couldn't bring himself to remove from you completely. Recognizing both of you needed a breath as his own head began to spin he buried into you to the hilt roughly one last time as his orgasm started, toppling you over into your own at the feeling of his thick seed coating your insides.

You were thankful he wasn't a particularly massive man when he practically collapsed against you, breaths coming out heavy against your neck as his mind found a new addiction in filling your womb. Normally he'd withdraw to get a soft and warm cloth to clean you but tonight it hardly seemed necessary - even if you fell asleep now it wouldn't be long before he was sheathing himself in you again.

He would care for you in other ways tonight, pulling away from you slowly and pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead as he positioned you both into something much more comfortable, facing one another on your sides so you could continue to enjoy the serenity illuminating one another's faces.

Between your bodies one of his hands met yours, your fingers lightly tracing lines on the back of his hand. He continued to enjoy the true peace of the moment before speaking again.

"Today was beyond words," he whispered lightly when he found his voice again. You could hear the love that each word was spoken with - what's more you could see it reflected in his eyes. "You give me everything I could have ever dreamed of and more."

You moved closer to curl up to him, burying your face in his neck as he waved a hand to ignite the fireplace, keeping one arm around you to hold you close as one of your legs slipped up over his waist. After he pulled the blanket over your bodies he turned his head to press a kiss to your forehead, finding your eyes were already closed and yet you still had a small smile on your lips. As he gazed at you for just a moment longer Tara jumped onto the foot of the bed, giving a long stretch before settling in for the night, her purrs mixing with the crackle of the fire.

Just when he thought you'd already fallen asleep you surprised him with another question.

"Let's do it again tomorrow?"

He kissed your forehead with a light smile on his lips as his arms tightened around you, happy to give this and more to you for as many days as you'd allow.

"And the day after that."

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Cabinet Battle 1

Part 5 of the Drarry x Hamilton Musical fic no one asked for!

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

Cast after-parties meant one thing and one thing only to Draco Malfoy: rap battles. Though it was all new to him, he spent all of his free time devouring all of the hip-hop he could get his hands on like a starving man. It took some time before he became comfortable participating in cast battles, but eventually, he earned his role as Aaron Burr on a night just like this one. Needless to say, he cherished these gatherings. Even when he was paired with someone who poked at all of his bruises.

Tonight, it was Seb of course. Perceptive, slutty Seb who of course jabbed at Draco’s sex life and background. The competitive monster in Draco flared, and in this moment, nothing mattered more than getting that mic drop moment and making Seb bow at his lyrical prowess. So when his turn came, he started—

That’s right, my name is Draco Malfoy,

I used to be the worst kind of white boy

With two fortunes and an estate

Before I lost it all when dad found out I’m super gay.

Son of a dumbass and a trophy

No shit

I struggle with feeling worthy.

I also have a tendency to fixate

Let me explain

How this mess means I have zero sex.

You ask why I don’t fuck around and have fun?

‘Cause I’ve loved the same guy since forever, son.

But I’m so good at this thing called acting

He swears I hate him when I’ve really just been lusting

After him for over a decade

Hiding love and passion under fury and yelling.

So while you’re fucking around like no problem,

I’ll wait right here for Prince Charming

My Chosen One

The room roared in approval, and Draco beamed. Victory had to be his. Seb shook his head and smirked, then finally bowed, begrudgingly admitting his defeat. In an instant, Draco’s triumph disappeared. Because standing behind Seb was a slack-jawed Harry Potter.

The second to last part is here! Part 6

#drarry #p1nk writes #drarry x hamilton musical #look ma I wrote a rap #plz picture me rapping this to myself as I wrote #for the lolz #also don’t judge me it’s my first rap ever #kind of inspired by Eminem #bc he’s so self deprecating in his music #I am ranting now #b/c I’m nervous #ha ha #ok i’ll stop now

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Anders The good father

Well, it goes without saying which chapter I am basing this blog on. I'll just write down my thoughts and leave

*Anders notices that Hilda is sad about Johana's disappearance so he chooses to take her on an adventure so they can spend time together. After all, it is possible that a good father-daughter trip can soften this very depressive state in which both of them are trapped.

*Anders tries to prepare lunch for the trip using as a reference a cookbook that Tontu gave him so that he could learn how to cook something moderately edible (at another time we will talk about how Anders knows each of Hilda's friends in another post). Obviously no one can improve that much in a week, but Anders tries. The food doesn't turn out good or bad, but it's not something you would normally eat on a daily basis either. Still, with no more things in the cupboard or money to buy food until Anders' next payment, they both leave in the family car (more junk than transportation) and head out for a trip to the road.

*From here on it's almost the same as with Johana, however, Anders tries to cheer Hilda up by letting her drive. Fortunately this time Hilda manages to keep the steering wheel steady (they go at a snail's pace but it's better than nothing) and drives down the road with her father.

*Just like in the series, the car breaks down and Anders tries to fix it (this has already happened thousands of times with many second-hand vehicles that he buys and fixes himself). Anders thought he could get this thing running before sunset… Without a doubt this vehicle was the most beat-up piece of metal he had had the misfortune to drive in quite some time. Anders took longer than expected (especially because this car had no spare parts and it was a miracle that nothing was completely broken).

*Anders spends time with his daughter camping in the woods, telling stories about their adventures and trips to different places (I want to think he is some kind of archaeologist, bounty hunter or something, I really need someone to tell me something about his possible job) and about the things he has found. It also omits some parts of him escaping for his life and avoiding some dangers, but that didn't matter if Hilda became happy and left her worries behind. He even learned to play a song that Aunt Astrid taught him (it sounded horrible but he could still understand the musical tune by 40%).

*The next day they go to the lake and Hilda begins to explore the area. Like the series they end up removing Astrid's amulets. Consequently the creature appears and tries to eat Hilda while the girl was hanging from a vine. Anders tries to go after his daughter but trips over the network of amulets. In a desperate attempt he throws a handful of amulets at the creature and manages to hit one of its eyes. Now Anders was the monster's target.

*Certain things happen and Hilda is caught by the creature along with Twig. Anders witnesses everything and goes to the place where the monster took his daughter. Those cries for help and the presence of that creature were too much for Anders, the guy began to hyperventilate. And as he always did (as an adventurer and as a father) he escaped. He went directly to the car and tried to start it, luckily for him he heard the engine cooperating this time and Anders was about to release the handbrake… That's when he noticed his daughter's scarf on the lever.

Anders remembered this scarf….. He bought it himself for his daughter. It was kind of funny giving a baby a scarf and watching him try to eat that long piece of cloth. Her first baby teeth had emerged and she was already nibbling everything, not even Anders was saved since the baby Hilda bit his fingers when he tried to pick her up and yet he lifted her over his head and saw his daughter laughing with happiness. So innocent, so happy, so brilliant…. So worthy of having been able to have a better father….

Anders was not a father, nor an adventurer…. He was a coward, a two-legged rat, a crawling animal, the scum of life and worse things for the simple fact of wanting to leave again instead of facing difficulties. . Well no more!

*Anders turns off the car and gets out of the car to go get his daughter, and he didn't care if that thing surpassed him in size, strength, speed, endurance, courage, intelligence or even if it flew at any moment. HE WOULD GO FOR HIS DAUGHTER, GET HER OUT OF THERE AND THEY WOULD COME BACK HOME FOR DINNER!!

*So, using his basic knowledge from his adventures (improvise) Anders decides to do something to be able to fight hand to hand against that thing from Avernus. Then he remembered the net and those strange amulets, that was the only thing that hurt the monster. Anders had an idea so crazy that it could work….

*DAMN IF THAT SHIT ACTUALLY WORKED! Anders managed to improvise a mannequin with his shape and size, put him in his spare clothes (which were not very different from what he was wearing today) and put his phone on an eternal repeat of him shouting 'I'm here, you repulsive creature, so come for me if you dare!' He lost his cell phone but it didn't matter, he needed to go save his daughter. The creature fell for the deception and Anders entered the cave to save his daughter while he had all the amulets they found on him. The cobwebs blocked the way and Anders removed them using some amulets (I say if they could contain the creature then they could also undo its webs) and took his daughter, and the Deer-fox, out of that cave.

To his bad luck the creature returned…. Along with Anders' improvised mannequin.

"Hilda… Go to the car"

Hilda looked at her father with some confusion and doubt on her face.

"You know how to drive well, you know the way to Trollberg…. Start the car and drive home"

Hilda's face fell with a new one full of uncertainty and fear, she knew what her father was doing. She didn't want to leave and she wouldn't leave her father behind. At first she would refuse, but then Twig saw Anders' pleading face…. The man did not give her any orders, instead his look suggested a silent plea full of torment for his daughter to get as far away as possible.

Twig had no choice but to grab Hilda by a part of her sweater and try to drag her to the car. Hilda wanted to stay, she didn't want to leave her father, she couldn't bear it… Still, she escaped. Anders was a little glad that his bad habit of running away will be passed down to his daughter…. It was the only good thing he could get out of his cowardice.

"I have escaped for so long, so many times that I could have changed and now I regret never having turned around and tried again… I don't deserve to be a father, I don't deserve to be called an adventurer… Still , I will not turn back. Not anymore, not now nor ever. Now… I RATHER DIE THAN CONTINUE BEING A COWARD!"

With his hand surrounding that handful of amulets, joined together on a stick that he sharpened and was using as an improvised spear, Anders launched into battle. He knew that he was not going to win, it was basically impossible for someone as cowardly and useless as him to be able to stand up to this entity, but he would buy time. Time for her daughter to save herself, return home and look for her mother. Johanna must definitely still be alive, looking for a way to return to her daughter wherever she is now…

The battle lasted about 20 minutes. 20 minutes where Anders spent it surrounding the creature and hiding in bushes and behind trees to throw some amulets from time to time at the monster's face. The amulets ran out and Anders was struck by the creature's tail.

Anders waited for his dark end. Where a new person should have been, full of horror and despair, he is now a smile full of happiness when he thinks that for once he did things right… He was no longer afraid.

Or that was before seeing the family car hurtling off the hill at top speed and hitting the monster in the side. WITH HILDA INSIDE THE VEHICLE!

DAMN, JOHANA WAS RIGHT. HE NEVER HAD TO TEACH HIM HOW TO DRIVE

The car, to even Twig's surprise, was still in good enough condition to keep driving. Hilda yelled at her father to get in the car and he did. Hilda put the car in reverse and pressed the pedal to the floor to get out of that place as quickly as possible.

The creature was injured, but still had not eaten anything in years (besides small fish and water lilies) and was hungry. And sometimes hunger is more powerful than pain. The monster got up and started chasing them.

The chase lasted a long time thanks to Hilda driving like a crazy woman behind the wheel (Anders was sure that she didn't teach her to drift to turn in such a cool way, miracles of life… Maybe?).

Unfortunately, the car started to run out of power (that is, it survived a collision with a huge monster but the battery ended up being the problem). The creature catches up to them and tries to grab Hilda. Anders reacts in time and moves his daughter so the monster doesn't take her. Instead Anders is carried away by the monster's tongue.

Hilda: Dad!

Hilda uses the net that the amulets were in before to use it as a rope and tie it to her father's arm and also to the car. Anders feels how one of his arms is dislocated and part of his muscles are torn in the other. I try to hold back a cry of pain by clenching my teeth tightly.

As if a cruel joke of fate were this situation full of twists and possible tragic outcomes for poor Anders, the car had power again and Twig was on the accelerator (trying to make the car surpass the creature in strength so that it would release to Anders). Anders felt like his arms were practically being destroyed.

But even in pain, Anders could talk.

Anders: Hilda…. My girl groans in pain I don't think I can get out of this….

Hilda: no…. Don't say it, we will save you, you just have to resist!

A sudden movement of the vehicle and the monster made Anders scream in agony as he felt that his other arm was also dislocating.

Anders: Hilda…. You're a good girl, you have friends who will help you if you have problems, I never had that and that's why I ended up like this… Maybe you can stay with them for a while until your mother comes back and-

Hilda: No, shut up! I want to be with you until mom comes back! E-eh even if you come back, I want to continue spending time with you! I won't let you go!

To Hilda's bad luck or Anders' good luck (for the first time today) the rope of the net was the first thing that began to give way, quickly breaking and tearing.

Anders: I have always been a coward, all my life I ran away and never looked back. That's why I want to tell you that it was thanks to you that that changed…. Hilda, you gave me the courage. Thank you.

Just then the rope broke… But Anders felt like his arm was still being held by something. It felt different than the grid, and also a little warmer.

Hilda was holding her father's arm while his legs were strapped to the back door of the vehicle.

Hilda: If you are brave, then don't leave me alone… Please

His daughter's tears made Anders start crying too. Thinking that his daughter was so fragile and brave at the same time made Anders want to hug her.

Hilda's boots slipped off the door and they were both dragged by the monster.

Anders: Okay. I will never let you go again…

Anders, still with his arms almost broken, hugged his daughter as tightly as he could. The monster swallowed them both.

Twig braked the car (he learned by watching Hilda somehow) and got out of the vehicle only to see how the creature had devoured Hilda and her father in one bite…..

No one expected the monster to start retching and make a sudden guttural sound from its throat. For a moment, Twig thought she was going to explode. But luckily for him he only vomited Hilda and—

OH MY GOD, HILDA IS ALIVE!!!

Twig launched himself at Hilda and began to lick her face… Only to feel disgust when he remembered that it was full of monster slime and other stomach things that he was not going to be able to forget…

Hilda was relieved to have avoided death again for her old friend (she should stop tempting fate so much) and she is glad that she and her father, somehow, were saved from being devoured by that thing… .

wait… And his father?

She looked around the area where the monster regurgitated her. His father was nowhere to be found. He was still inside that thing.

"Yuck, you taste horrible"

The creature said. Hilda didn't care about that, she couldn't accept that the only reason it wasn't eaten was because it tasted horrible. What makes her so different from her father?

In the midst of her anger and sadness at her situation, Hilda throws a bunch of things that were lying on the road at the monster.

Hilda: Give my dad back!

Hilda continued throwing stones and branches at the monster for a while. The creature was trying to say something but that didn't matter to Hilda. She didn't want to leave without her father, she wasn't going to accept this stupid, crude and cruel outcome.

After a few seconds Hilda also began to throw things that were in her pocket. The funny thing about this is that one of those things was the lunch that Anders had made that morning

Once again destiny and its gears turn in mysterious and confusing ways as lunch falls into the monster's mouth and its pupils dilate. That taste was so majestic (I literally only ate small fish and swamp plants, something prepared in a halfway decent kitchen must taste like a 5 star dish).

"That flavor is so majestic, even more than that strange guy"

Hilda: wait… Do you like my dad's food…?

One thing leads to another and Hilda makes a deal with the creature; She gives him her supplies and he throws up on his dad. Just as they promised, each one did that.

The first thing Anders did when he emerged from the beast's stomach was to get up as quickly as he could and look that aberration of nature in the face. Then I breathe.

Hilda stopped her father from facing the creature again (0% chance of winning, 100% faith) and explained the situation to him.

After that everything happens almost the same as in the chapter until they arrive at their house. The only difference is that Hilda had to drive all the way home (Anders's arms were broken, just moving them was a horrible feeling)

Hilda goes to the library and parks perfectly… Inside the library.

Summarizing this situation (later I will explain what happened in the library in another post, I promise) Kaisa heals Anders and takes them home.

While there, they both talk about what happened and how glad they are to have gotten out of that horrible situation. Also, Anders feels renewed, a big change has just happened in his life and this time he would do things right… Starting with finding his ex and being an exemplary father to his daughter. Even if it means changing jobs.

Well look at that, it's perfect for an AO3 chapter… If only I knew how to use that website correctly…

Those hardships aside, I liked writing a good redemption for Anders, or at least trying to, I don't know if I got my point across and everything else about how Anders tries to change for the better and wanting to make things right. Make up for lost time and fix everything.

Still, it made me angry that he put his dreams before his family and all that. But when I started to get to know the character I said: "I wish they had given him a deeper and more detailed background than just appearing from one moment to the next and then making him disappear" and well, here I am.

Now tell me, did you like it or not? Any opinion is welcome because I plan to continue making this type of post… I just hope I stick well to a specific script.

Well, with that I retire to continue writing more things. See you later

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fools rush in (and i've been a fool before)

inspired kind-of by: please don’t say you love me by gabrielle aplin

summary: previous fears, heavy words and a fear of change hinders the spark that turned lilah’s heart into summer despite the long canadian winter.

featuring: lilah j. winters (oc) and the vancouver canucks, namely bo horvat, holly horvat, tulsa horvat, milo boeser and coolie boeser

word count: 4k

warnings: none 

m’s rambles: this is for @antoineroussel​’s winter fic exchange 2023. i was given the joy of writing for @torontoflames​ so i hope you enjoy this c!! i spent so long going back and forth hoping to create something worthy to gift to you! it was surprisingly really difficult - not sure i made it as angsty/hurt-comfort as i wanted to but i still hope you enjoy it!

big big thank you to demi for quelling my fears and uncertainties as well as giving me some much needed second opinion on the fic. it’s so very much appreciated!!

i hope you enjoy this semi-personal piece of work – it’s inspired roughly by a relationship/situation i had when i first went to university, so it was cathartic for me to get this out there. there’s a line in here that this someone said to me, and i had to use it. like it’s something and it’s stuck with me, and i needed to make way for it in something i wrote, and this was apparently it. i wonder if you can figure out which line it is.

Lilah had grown up around athletes her whole life which had led to her interest in working with them as a grown-up. When she moved to university, she had somehow cemented herself a place amongst the college athletes in her year by pure chance which made her life easier in the later years of her university career. As cheesy as it sounds, they’d all become like brothers to her and for that, she was more than happy to have found them.

When a fortunate internship program for her chosen career as a sports psychologist had brought Bo Horvat into her life, she never expected to become an honorary Horvat. It had taken mere moments for Bo to claim the young woman, who at the time was a nervous wreck, as his sister and quickly took her under his wing. She would be lying to say she didn’t appreciate having someone on her side in such a daunting and intimidating situation. He took his responsibilities as a big brother seriously and she couldn’t thank him enough for his kindness.

Knowing Bo Horvat came with knowing the rest of the Vancouver Canucks, thus a whole host of new brothers were introduced to her world. Most of whom were happy to play protective big brother when needed on nights out. Their partners gave her a welcome reprieve from all the testosterone whenever she’d see them around to the point where she began to receive invites to brunches and casual hangouts. It was a whole new circle that she could never have dreamed of being a part of and yet when she’d pinch herself, they didn’t fade, and the woman would be lying if she said it didn’t make her feel all warm inside.

Lilah considered herself a woman of strong will and wasn’t one to swoon over any of the players just because of who they were. She thought she’d created strong defences against their so-called charm considering how long she’d been around the flirtatious tendencies of young athletes and yet here she caught herself floating off the ground slightly at the sight of a certain blond. Her eyes were scanning the scene happening in the garden, bobbing gently with Tulsa in her arms in an attempt to give her parents some free time to just exist as a couple, not parents. She loved taking care of them, being their self-proclaimed favourite aunt, and team barbeques like this gave her all the time in the world to cuddle them.  They also gave her the time to observe the man who had unwittingly swept her right off her feet by simply playing around his pair of canine friends.

When she had first met Brock, it had been during one of her training sessions at Thunderbird Arena when she had been introduced to him. He was one of the players she hadn’t met directly through Bo but rather through the very reason she was even allowed to wander around the players in the first place. They hadn’t spoken much; she was mainly there to observe and had made a vow to stay out of the players' way if she didn’t need to interact with them so as to not bother them. It wasn’t until they’d run into each other once again at a dinner party Holly had convinced Bo to throw that they had slipped into surprisingly easy conversation.

Most likely due to the closeness in their age, the two of them got along like a house of fire. Both fed off each other as they supported one another throughout their careers. She had found a safe space in confiding in the hockey player and was more than happy to be there to listen not as a training professional but simply as a friend. The easiness of their friendship should have been a clear warning sign for the woman but as time progressed she couldn’t spot the signs of things changing until it was too late. It felt like all the air had been stolen from her lungs when the reality of her feelings had finally been processed in her mind. She had left that gathering abruptly, claiming she had a report deadline she had forgotten about before disappearing. 

It was a mistake she had made before and she had sworn to herself she wouldn’t date a young athlete ever again, no matter how endearing and kind they seemed. It was almost as if life had intended for her to date one of the university athletes, after all, she spent as much time with them as she did with her actual friends. If you asked her now, she’d say it was nothing but an unfortunate situation and that she doesn’t hold any resentment towards him. But the hurt which was fed by predominantly fear remained. She knew that Brock would never be the kind of person who would humiliate her in the same way it happened in the past, but she couldn’t quite let go of what-ifs that plagued her mind. She wasn’t going to make the same mistake – not at the risk of her newfound friends.

What made it worse was as her feelings began to process in her mind, all their friends teasing came back to haunt her. The two of them were practically as thick as thieves regardless of how short a time they had known each other and the more she thought about it, the more she could see exactly why her friends were constantly teasing them. What she dismissed once as feeling comfortable and safe with Brock, while all true, she could now acknowledge the underlying reasons behind why everything with him just felt right. Lilah hadn’t realised how far they’d progressed entirely subconsciously, and she wasn’t sure how exactly she should feel about but she wasn’t comfortable anymore.

The following weeks were nothing but declined invites and unanswered phone calls. The only times her friends were able to see her were when they were all at work and it was nothing but professionalism when they were able to speak to her. It wasn’t until Holly turned up at her apartment door with a concerned look on her face and open arms that the truth finally came out. The older woman promised not to tell anyone not even her husband until Lilah did so herself.

From that moment, it was slow going to become part of the group once again. None of her friends mentioned her absence rather they just adopted her back into the pack as if nothing had happened. Getting comfortable around Brock, however, was much more difficult for her. She didn’t want to slip back into their old routine, it was dangerous for her because she wasn’t sure how long she’d be able to hold off being near him again. It had taken a much longer length of time, many bribes and an ambush movie night with Milo and Coolie for her to fall back into a comfortable routine with the boy. She still claimed that the puppies did all the heavy lifting that evening.

The same pup that now had an insistent wet nose against her knee, gently pawing at her leg demanding attention. For an excitable young dog Milo who nearly always wanted to do nothing else but play, he was always very aware of young children as he was being so around the baby in Lilah’s arms right now. The dog’s presence, however, clued her into the man who was walking in her direction.

“Hello Prince Charming,” She greeted as he huffed sitting down in the seat beside her, taking a moment to coo at the little girl before rolling his eyes.

“Get off it,” His grumble came, Milo making quick work of getting pets from his dad before wandering off to play with his brother and the other dogs loose in the garden.

“The resemblance is uncanny Boeser you can’t deny it.” She sighed as she leaned over to give the man a gentle push, “I’ll never be able to watch Shrek the same ever again.” 

The laugh that followed was cut short as she paused a moment to look down at the small peaceful face against her chest. Smiling over at him, Lilah took a moment to watch the false frustration on his face fall as he smiled back at her with a good-natured shake of his head. 

“I should have chosen another movie to force you to watch,”

“You shouldn’t have forced me to watch anything!”

“And risk losing my newest friend, no thanks.” Her eyes rolled at his words, a strange tightness building in her chest at what she knew was supposed to be a friendly quip. 

In isolating herself, while it allowed her to wrap her head around the craziness of her own feelings, she had strained the relationships she would say she had been gifted. The whole process was entirely selfish of her, and she hadn’t taken a single moment to consider how it would make her new friends feel.

“You mean a lot more to me than you seem to think you know.” The words cut through her train of thought like a sharp blade, spreading a cold chill through her entire being as she slowly turned her head to look at him through the corner of her eye. Brock’s eyes were already affixed on her, monitoring the slightest changes to her expression. His sudden attentiveness struck a deep fear within her. Even though she knew she should be happy about the implications of his statement, she couldn’t help but feel that feeling of fear sit in her chest again, “I thought I’d lost any inkling of a chance, you know?”

It wasn’t until a beat later that she turned to look at him, adjusting the sleeping infant in her arms to not disturb her, “Chance at what?”

“A chance at being able to tell you that –“

“You know what it doesn’t matter it was in the past.” Her interruption was firm, Lilah could only hope it was firm enough for Brock to get the message to just stop. To let her breathe and process. To give her room to do what she does best and run. 

“It’s not in the past,” He answered louder than either of them had expected, huffing as he turned away and slumped in his seat, “We’ve never spoken about why you cut us all off.”

“Why would we?”

“I can’t speak for the others, but I was scared for you Lils.” His voice was so heart-shatteringly genuine to Lilah to the point where it felt as if she’d been punched straight in the gut.

“No need to be scared for me,” The words were, hopefully, encouraging as she reached over and lightly patted his arm before going back to support Tulsa.

“I can’t help it; I like you, Lilah. I know we joke about it when the others poke and prod, but I really do feel–“

“Brock please don’t do that–”

“Lilah listen to me.”

“You can’t finish that sentence.”

“Why not?”

“Because–!”

“Because? Surely you have a better answer than that.” The look of hurt didn’t escape her notice, but she found herself more focused on the growing frustration on his brow. Real this time – not the light-hearted fake expression he had been donning earlier in their conversation.

“Just– how… we’ve only been friends up until now.”

“Doesn’t mean things can’t change!” His voice was not only getting more frantic but there was a definite tone of conviction that was supported by the look on his face, “I’ve liked you since I met you. I just didn’t know how to get close to you as more than a friend. You were working for the team at the time, I didn’t want to mess that up for you. So, you became my best friend, and I wouldn’t trade that.”

Several beats passed after his confession and Lilah was finding it hard to not only process. A part of her was scolding herself at how thoughtful of her career he was being. They’d spent far too many nights talking about where she hoped to get to in the future so it only made sense that he wouldn’t want to do anything to jeopardise that. The words that followed were whispered, barely carrying any sound, but his response told her that he’d heard it perfectly clearly. “It’s too fast”

“Ask anyone, ask Bo.”

“I believe you, Brock, I just,” Lilah took in a deep breath as she looked back out to the party her eyes hunting for the brother-like figure who had just been mentioned, “I’ve done this before. There’s an expectation being with someone like you and I couldn’t live up to it before, I’m sure as hell not trying again. I’m not going to lose myself again.”

“I wouldn’t ever ask you to change, I thought you knew that.” He had clearly taken some offence from the implication of her words but what hurt Brock more was how much he understood where she was coming from. He knew it wasn’t easy being with him but they were already closer than close, surely a change of their status wouldn’t have that much of an effect?

He’d also say with her when she finally felt comfortable enough to truly be herself and speak about why it wasn’t just her internship that had her reluctant to date any of the players. He remembered having held her close as he watched his, granted reserved, but strong in every sense of the word friend fight to keep her wits about her. It wasn’t until he had let her know that he was there for her that the floodgates and all details about her past were revealed to him. The pain had etched itself into Brock’s heart the more he heard her say with an accompaniment of anger at her ex, boys in general, the world. He wasn’t sure but he knew she didn’t deserve to go through what she had. No one did. 

It’s why he refused to fight her about it. Even though the feeling of rejection cut him deep, it wasn’t deep enough for her to suddenly forget the thought of vengeance in her name that had sat in the recesses of his mind since that eye-opening evening. Instead of fighting and trying to convince her to give him a chance, Brock bit his tongue. He stayed quiet beside her, not knowing where else to go that wouldn’t upset her further until she spoke up once again, directing his attention out of his head and back onto her.

“I don’t I don’t want to lose you. You mean so much to me and I love where we are, how we are.”

Neither of them spoke for a moment as they simply looked at one another. The look of hurt on Brock’s face had only deepened but she could see understanding slip into his face and she couldn’t help but smile to herself. Even in a situation where he’s not getting what he wants, he’s so willing and ready to understand. She would be lying if she said that it didn’t hurt to see him so down. With a forlorn sigh, she carefully rose from her seat and stared ahead at Bo uttering softly before she walked towards him. “Why should we put that pressure on ourselves?“

Brock had been watching her from the moment she walked away, moving to pass Tulsa back to her parents before giving them a wave. It wasn’t until Lilah had walked back into the house to presumably leave that he let himself answer her question. “Because we could be a diamond.”

A blind man could see that there was a shift in the way the two twenty-somethings interacted. The smooth, slickness of their close friendship, which everyone had gotten bored of teasing the two of them about, had gotten more strained than when Lilah had ignored them all. Maybe because it was clear that she was only making an active effort to avoid Brock which unintentionally put a strain on the whole group. Even Lilah could see that she was pulling her friends in two directions, but she couldn’t quite work through her previous experiences to just open up to the one person she knew she needed to speak to.

With the help of multiple glasses of wine deep into a girl’s night, the girls in question had torn down the walls she had put up hiding behind self-deprecating jokes and sarcasm until Lilah’s voice finally cracked as she shared her fears with her friends. They were all quick to wrap her in tight hugs and comfort her, but they weren’t leaving without helping her fix the knot she had tied herself into.

“You realise he’s hurting too, right?” Holly muttered softly, gently lifting the girl’s chin to face her as she listened to her sniffle. The older woman gently wiped the girl’s tears away, offering her a sisterly smile.

“I know and I hate myself for it.” Lilah’s words prompted very firm shakes from not only Holly but the rest of the gathered women.

“He’s never going to hold it over you. He knows how much you were hurt before, and he’d hate to put you through that again.” She confirmed as Lilah’s hand reached up to catch the newly formed tears before they streaked down her face with their friends, “But he’d never–“

“Let that happen, I know Holl.” A frustrated grunt left her mouth as she threw her hands up at no one but herself, “I’m avoiding him because I don’t want to see the sadness on his face when I can’t repeat his words to him. I don’t want to rush into anything – not this time.”

“Then let him know, don’t leave him wondering whether or not you like him at all.” The reality of what she had left Brock to assume finally hit her, a wave and dread flooding her body before resolve took its place. She was going to make things right, the only way she knew how.

Despite her throbbing head, she was up bright and early for work. Maybe brainstorming with your girls and drinking nearly a bottle of wine to yourself isn’t the best way to fuel your energy levels the night before a workday. Her hands held the tupperware tightly as she walked through the practice facility, a burn she’d procured in her tipsy state was on display on her wrist. A small price to pay she had convinced herself, but she was adamant to start making amends immediately. Anxiety was starting to build in her chest, it felt as though someone was pressing down on her heart the closer she got to the locker room, but her mind was set, and she was going to do it.

When her fist gently knocked on the locker room door, knowing only a few of the team would have actually arrived so early before practice but she knew Brock was one of them (Bo as well in case she needed the moral support). A yell followed her knock, but she only responded with another knock until the door was pulled open to reveal big brother himself who immediately cheered at the sight of her. Fortunately, all the boys were dressed, or at least covered up, as they welcomed her inside. Lilah’s greeting was brief, and she momentarily forgot why she even made the journey until Conor asked about what she was holding.

“Oh yeah – Brock these are for you, I know you like them.” Her voice was as soft as it had been when she first met the boys which they all found weird but understood considering the tension everyone had felt around the two recently. She carefully handed over the container which Brock took apprehensively but accepted with a nod, nonetheless. Watching as he pulled the lid off to reveal protein brownie, a smile that she hadn’t seen on his face (at least around her) made residence on his lips as he looked up at her. After the first time she had made the brownies for the boys, Brock had been begging her to make him a batch, but she always brushed the request off, claiming she was too busy, “I finally had some time to make you some more.”

Giving him a quick smile and a shrug, she turned on her heels and walked straight out of the locker room. Pausing as soon as she was out of their sights to just breathe in deep and fill her lungs properly feeling a little lost for breath but proud of herself for the courage that she had displayed. It was small but she knew it was just the start of her apologies. As she set off down the hallway again with a slight skip in her step, a hand slipped around her bicep gently turning her back around to face the way she had just come.

“Thank you,” Was the first thing she heard as her eyes settled on Brock who had let go of her arm and taken a step back. A weak smile was still perched on his lips as he spoke, clearly trying to lighten the mood, “The boys are a little envious, especially Bo.”

“I think he’s just used to getting the baked goods for himself.” Lilah joked with a nervous smile, watching his face before choosing to bite the bullet and just say what she’s been wanting to say, “Listen, Boes – I’m sorry. I never meant to hurt your feelings.”

“Then why did you just walk away? And then avoid me?”

“I told you; I didn’t want to lose you.” It was the honest truth, they both knew it but she also knew it wasn’t the full story. With his kindness and thoughtfulness and willingness to understand, he deserved to know everything, “Being around you makes me both the happiest person in the world and also the most nervous.”

Brock almost couldn’t believe the words he was hearing as his brows furrowed in response, “I make you nervous? Is this still because of the expectations? Of being with a professional athlete?”

“No Brock, I’ve seen you in a clay face mask, I’m not nervous because of who you are!” They both laughed at the memory she had mentioned, it being the same night he gained his new nickname from her, “You make me nervous because my tummy starts to turn, and my heart beats out of control when I’m around you.”

“I’m not going to ask you to do anything that makes you feel unhappy or unsettled. I’m happy where we are too so long as you let me stay here” He couldn’t help but worry that he might have pushed too far and what that meant for their future as friends. His fingers tried to get rid of the anxious energy by softly nudging Lilah’s fingers with her own until he felt a light squeeze from her.

“I didn’t stop you from speaking because I didn’t reciprocate but because I panicked.”

“So, you do care about me the same way?” 

The pure confusion on his face was endearing and all Lilah could do in response was further reduce the gap between them. She reached over and gently took his hand in her own, first grasping onto his fingers and allowing him the opportunity to pull away. When she felt the pressure of his finger bending slightly to hold onto her own, she slipped her hand further in his until their palms sat firmly against one another, “I like how we are, I wasn’t lying. But I can’t deny that my heart skips a beat whenever I’m with you, but we’d be foolish to rush into this and ruin everything that we have. Brock you are my Prince Charming–“

“But he’s–“

“I know he’s the bad guy don’t ruin the moment.” He let out a short laugh, copying her previous actions and stepping closer to her and quickly making work of holding her other hand, “ But I need us to take this slow, can we do that?”

“Of course we can.” The words were whispered as if an entire weight had just fallen off his back. Pulling her across the minimal space between them, his arms wrapped her in the tightest hug he could manage without hurting her and placed a kiss on the crown of her head, “ Whatever you need, you’re what I’ve been looking for.”

#the winter fic exchange 2k23 #brock boeser x oc #( m writing. ) #( this entire pic was one of the most challenging things I've done with writing in almost a year so thank you for the opportunity! ) #( it was a rollercoaster but a lot of fun! ) #brock boeser imagine #hockey fanfiction #nhl fanfiction #nhl imagine #hockey imagine #brock boeser fic

[all-eyes-lead-to-the-truth]

All Eyes Lead to the Truth | Hell Money (3x19)

Hsin Shuyang had never been a lucky man. Any and all moves he made would just pave the way for an opponent’s checkmate, his heads or tails flips always failed to land in his favor — it seemed that life dealt him a perpetually losing hand.

That is, until he met Mei.

He still couldn’t believe such a beautiful, kind woman fell in love with him. Shuyang was a simple man. He’d never been on the receiving end of a bow, and he did work that most people considered beneath them. For most of their relationship, Shuyang waited with bated breath for her to realize she’d made a mistake. But she never did. 

Mei married him, took his last name, and gave him a daughter. For a few years, he was foolish enough to think himself a fortunate man. After all, his daughter was the best thing he’d ever done with his life. It was impossible for him to think of his life as worthless anymore because she was part of him.

They were happy for a while, but when the political unrest became too much, he suggested they move to America. Mei was thrilled. She had always wanted to have more children, and when they got to America, they could finally give Kim a sibling. Their children would have access to resources and freedom they’d only dreamed of.

He always knew this process would be difficult, but he felt like oil that kept floating to the surface of the country’s melting pot. The Americans always spoke to him in English too fast for him to follow, their faces turning into something like pity, sometimes disdain, when he struggled to reply. When he heard laughter, he never knew what was funny but smiled anyway. After a few months here, he quickly realized they didn’t find him worth the hassle of navigating a language barrier, so he simply kept his head down and kept to himself.

But Shuyang didn’t listen to his family’s disapproval about coming to America, and he should have known he would pay the price. After all, his luck was bound to run out sooner or later. 

A year after they arrived, a month before Kim’s high school graduation, his wife died of a sudden heart attack. The next year, his daughter fell ill. 

He felt guilty. It was his family’s sickness he passed down. All his wife had wanted was a baby, and the idea of a little child with a blend of their features haunted his days more than he was proud to admit. But as he stood in her doorway, watching his precious daughter struggle to live, he cursed his own selfishness. Her mother gave her silken hair and an ineffable kindness and empathy that sometimes made him feel unworthy of being her father. He gave her a disease that threatened to shorten a life not yet lived.

Sometimes he wondered if his daughter was being punished for the sins of his past. Had he caused his family so much shame that his ancestors thought he wasn’t worthy of having any? If that was the case, would his wife be waiting in Heaven for a husband who would never join her? For a husband destined to burn for eternity because he could never quite figure out how to get a winning hand in this rigged game called life.

Other days it was too painful to imagine there was a god. He couldn’t reconcile a divine being that would cause someone as wonderful as her to live a life of pain and suffering.

He found himself sitting at her bedside often. He was too ashamed to let her look at him, but it was impossible for him to stay away from his reason for living. His kind, sweet girl. If she knew what he was doing, she would be so disappointed in him. 

Shuyang held his breath as Kim moved in her sleep, her thin pale arms drawing her thin blankets closer to her chin. It reminded him of when she was a little girl, and the knot in his throat tightened in time with his resolve.

The gods might not be listening, but the devil was waiting for him down the street, ready to play a game with all the men whose American dreams had turned into nightmares.

He closed the door to the apartment slowly, hoping he could avoid making any noise that might disturb Kim, but the back of his heel made contact with something. Looking down, he realized he’d accidentally kicked a bowl of white rice onto a small pile of brightly colored hell money.

A soft smile spread across his face at the sight. He’d been so preoccupied lately that he didn’t even realize this year’s festival was going on. Minding his aching knees, he bent down onto the welcome mat and cleaned up the offerings his daughter had so carefully laid out to keep the spirits at bay. He didn’t know if he believed in it himself, but if this made his daughter feel safe, he wanted to support her efforts. Anything for her.

The brisk evening air bit at Shuyang’s skin as he made his way out of the apartment building, and the pungent odor of sulfur lingered in the air as the festivities from the evening settled down. There was an uneasy tension looming in the streets, and he wondered if it was his dread of the impending game or the presence of ghosts walking alongside him.

He tried to ignore it as he walked across the debris of firecrackers, clutching the money in his pocket as he prayed for a little luck. Once she was healthy again, Kim was going to do so many great things. He knew gambling like this came with a lot of risks, but it would all be worth it if it meant she got a chance to live the life they’d sacrificed so much for. 

He just wanted to see her get better.

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[the-sinful-voice-witch]

TIME TO LOVE AMY ROSE part 3:

Amy Rose movie Theory time

Ok let's start the theory with why would Amy end up in earth in the first place and how? Well in this theory of mine it will be for similar reasons as Tails and knuckles, few points to remember:

1. The chaos emeralds were conveniently spread out in space by Sonic himself and he and shadow conveniently will need it.

2. Lately the most recent version of Amy in both modern and Classic (that is the perfect version), Amy is someone ready to be a hero and take action and I inspired this theory thanks to this panel over here👇👇👇

You will my girl, you will absolutely prove your are a worthy warrior ( words probably said by Knuckles)

3. Unlike Tails who used his gadgets to know about sonic and about knuckles and how trace him to find him and unlike knuckles who always knew about him and hired people to find him... How would Amy know about sonic in the first place and how will she know how to find him? Are we forgetting something canon that Amy is skilled at besides swinging a hammer?👇👇👇

The fortune cards should be used in the movie your honor, literally Amy knows how to use magic with them cause she always nails it!

Know let's mix all the ingredients, i chose to write this as a prologue back story through Amy's pov:

Hi, nice to meet you my name is Amy Rose😊 and I'm on an important mission to help save a different planet! Isn't it exciting?🤩 Oh yeah you're probably wondering how I ended carrying this mission and how i know where I'm going jeje 🤭cof cof well it's all thanks to this girls over here:- Amy's hands starts shining surrounded by some kind of pink electric light and a deck of cards shows up out of nowhere- impressed? 😏Jiji this are fortune cards and I have mastered the ability to read them and they always tell me things i need to know, oh and these aren't the only thing I can summon, take a look at this: -Amy extended her arm straight with her palm open and again her hand is surrounded by pink electric light, this time the light grows bigger forming a shape and in a blink she is holding a giant hammer- cool isn't it? Your head won't get away uncracked if you fight me fellas😤 😏 I can crack mountains

oh you also wonder where did I get all this stuff? Ok I'll tell you, bring the flashback:

Some years ago i was a little girl who ended up all on her own, i used to help in a food place but I wanted to do more than that and I craved to prove my independence and strength! Cause I was seen as a weak lonely nobody little girl so... I started to do boxing 🥊🥊 and trained to be more athletic but it wasn't enough, i love boxing but I don't actually like to fight using my fists... and one day finishing my training next to a nice valley i found something... There were some kind of ruins hidden and I felt something calling me under some rocks and there were them... I found a bag with a full thick deck of cards surrounded with a shiny aura and I was so hypnotized with them, i remembered some tales and legends about some mysterious powers that came from the energy of chaos and I wondered if there were items with chaos powers too... As I was checking one by one the cards i stopped when I saw one with a big beautiful hammer image on it and I realized that what I was lacking for was a personal weapon and then... How do I describe this... Well the card started to shine and there was some pink electricity and there was an explotion boom 💥🤯 and them poof the hammer of the picture fell on my hands!!! 😶 And I felt connected to it like with the cards and few years of training latter here I am! See? I was a bit more Little back them i guess it grew up with me or maybe Is because I'm stronger 💪💪 Anyway I'm on this mission because... It happened again! I found a chaos item! A lot more powerful than my cards! It was an chaos emerald! I learnt about them thank to the cards knowledge because like I said they always tell me what I need to know and in fact when I tripped with the emerald while training the cards reacted to it and gave me my mission:

"A foreign whole planet is in grave danger, a future legendary hedgehog hero needs the emerald to save that world so you must give it to him"

And that's what I'm doing! Traveling between worlds until I find that hedgehog hero! And I hope he lets me help save that world! I'm so exited to finally have a chance to prove myself!!!😖😤

Next post will be my theory about with who will be living Amy Rose at the end of the movie

He is a hedgehog like me... I wonder how he looks... He must be handsome! 🤔😍I hope I can recognize who he is... I don't want to give the emerald to the wrong person and make a fool of myself... Enough Amy! Be more confident 😣😣 ok ok I'm fine, let's do this! 💪😤 Is going to be fine! Uff I can already feel the upcoming danger... How curious... I feel like someone is following me? (🦇) I have to protect the emerald! Let's go! I'll see you later! Hope you liked my story! 😘😘

#sonic the hedgehog #sonic #sonic idw #sonic movie 2 #sonic the hedghog movie #amy rose #sonamy #knuckles the echidna #rouge the bat #miles tails prower #shadow the hedgehog #shadamy #love post

[suihime]

The Life of Mary Sue

Chapter 3

The fact that Cheng Xueyi's acting skills have improved rapidly spread to Su Yu's ears.

Su Yu smugly felt that she had brought a malleable talent, so her ambition swelled even more.

She even felt that it was not impossible to turn Cheng Xueyi into a first-line actress with both traffic and strength.

The result of this ambition was that Su Yu hired an acting teacher for Cheng Xueyi. After all, traffic was a thing that could reach the sky in one step if one found an opportunity, but hard power needed to be accumulated.

So Cheng Xueyi had another task besides filming - to attend classes at the Film Academy in B City.

On Sunday, Cheng Xueyi had no drama to film, so she made an appointment with Professor Wu who was introduced by Su Yu for her first lecture.

Professor Wu was a powerful actor when he was young. He once won the Golden Lion Best Actor. Later, he gradually faded out of the big screen and devoted himself to drama and education. He was very prestigious in the film and television education circle.

Cheng Xueyi didn't come from a major family, so the opportunity to learn from her seniors was something she could only wish for, so she asked for advice humbly.

And Professor Wu was worthy of being a veteran drama actor. His explanation method was profound and simple, and he even showed two impromptu performances that were particularly vivid, which benefited Cheng Xueyi a lot.

It was already afternoon when she came out of the Film Academy, and she was so absorbed in the class that she didn't know when it started to rain outside.

A rain in the early autumn came fiercely, and the leaves on the sycamore trees on both sides of the teaching building were blown to the ground by the wind, which looked like a mess.

Fortunately, Cheng Xueyi brought an umbrella.

This was a habit she has always had. She was originally born with bad luck, and it rained eight times out of ten during the rainy season.

Even though she changed her identity and traveled to another world, she still felt that it was better to be prepared.

She stood at the entrance of the Furong Building and opened her umbrella. As soon as she took a step, she heard someone calling her hastily from behind: "Miss, wait a minute!"

Cheng Xueyi stopped in her tracks, and when she turned her head, she saw a little girl who had just run out of the teaching building. She looked 18 or 19 years old, wearing a pink sweater, with a high ponytail, and a pair of big bright eyes, like an energetic girl in a movie.

The girl ran up to Cheng Xueyi, and without even breathing, she hurriedly asked, "Miss, sister, can I share an umbrella with you? It's a short distance," She even compared the short distance with her fingers. Very playful. "My brother is waiting for me in Shaw Building, but the car can't get here in the Furong Building."

Good-looking girls always easily make people feel good about.

What's more, it was just a small favor, she has no reason to refuse.

Cheng Xueyi smiled at her in a friendly manner: "No problem."

"Thank you, young lady, you are so kind. As a reward, I will let my brother drop you home later."

"No need."

The two squeezed together arm in arm under the small folding umbrella out of the teaching building.

"Don't refuse, it's raining so hard. You have nothing to worry, I'm not a bad person. I'm a freshman in the Department of B Film, Film, Television and Literature. I can show you my student ID card." The girl said and really reached out to search in her bag. She couldn't get her student ID card for a long time, "Hey, where is my student ID card?" The fine rain slanted over and soon soaked the cuffs of her pink sweater.

Cheng Xueyi pulled her closer: "Don't look for it, I believe in you."

About 5 or 6 minutes after walking out of Furong Building, Cheng Xueyi saw a black Bentley parked in front of the teaching building. In the rain curtain, one could vaguely see a blurred figure in the driver's seat.

The girl beside her excitedly waved her hand towards the car: "Brother!"

Before Cheng Xueyi could react, the girl had already grabbed her hand and quickened her pace, "Sister, let's run faster."

The small folding umbrella was indeed in a bad state, so Cheng Xueyi didn't insist anymore, and followed the girl into the back seat of the car.

The interior of the car was dry and warm, and was completely isolated from the bad weather outside, making people feel comfortable.

Cheng Xueyi carefully placed the folded umbrella by her feet, for fear that she would not be able to pay for any damages to the luxury car.

The girl next to her stuck behind the driver's seat and said in a coquettish tone, "Brother, I borrowed the umbrella from this young lady just now. She is very nice. Look at the heavy rain. You can drop by and take her home later, okay?"

"Trouble…" Cheng Xueyi couldn't say the following words, because when she looked up, she saw a pair of familiar eyes in the rearview mirror.

The man sitting in the driver's seat had dark and cold eyes, and his facial features were as deep and three-dimensional as sculptures. Such a handsome face was hard to forget once seen.

At this moment, he was holding the steering wheel with one hand, his fingers were white and slender, with smooth lines, beautiful but still powerful. If it wasn't for the wrong timing, Cheng Xueyi really wanted to give these hands a rainbow fart.

But she couldn't.

The corner of Cheng Xueyi's mouth twitched, and it took her a long time to force a smile, and she greeted the other party awkwardly: "Well, President Xu… what a coincidence."

This person was actually Xu Qiyan.

"You know each other?" The girl beside her asked in surprise.

This girl called Xu Qiyan her elder brother, so there was no doubt that she was the third young lady of the Xu family, Xu Jianing. Within two days of transmigrating into the book, she met all three siblings of the Xu family.

Xu Qiyan sneered silently in the driver's seat.

Cheng Xueyi bit the bullet and explained: "I am an artist from Sheng Jia Media."

"It turns out that you are an actress, sister. No wonder you are so good-looking."

Cheng Xueyi wished she could dig a hole in the ground and fill the hole with soil to bury herself.

"Um," Cheng Xueyi looked at Xu Jianing, and said awkwardly, "I'd better go down and take a taxi by myself."

"Don't bother, you can't get a taxi in this weather." Xu Jianing grabbed her arm kindly, with an expression understanding, "Don't be afraid, my brother is actually pretty good."

Ha ha ha, do you have a different kind of meaning for that word?

"Fasten your seat belt." At the stall where Cheng Xueyi and Xu Jianing were arguing, Xu Qiyan had already made a decision for her.

All right…

Along the way, Cheng Xueyi expertly showed what it meant to be as quiet as a chicken. Xu Jianing was too busy sending messages on WeChat, but luckily the sound of rain outside made the silence not too awkward.

The car stopped in front of a high-end shopping mall about 15 minutes after driving out. Xu Jianing put on her backpack and was about to get off the car, "Sister Xueyi, I have an appointment with someone so I'm leaving first." Then she looked at Xu Qiyan, "Brother, remember to send her home."

Cheng Xueyi smiled dryly and waved at her. She didn't want her to go, but the girl's pretty figure quickly disappeared into the boundless rain.

Now, she and the president were the only ones left in the car.

Cheng Xueyi wasn't afraid of people like Song Qing, but she was afraid of Xu Qiyan. His aura was too strong, and she felt depressed even in the same space with him, and she had to be careful even when breathing.

Rather than being suffocated in this car, it was better to go out and be rained on. After making up her mind, Cheng Xueyi leaned forward.

"President Xu can just drop me at the nearest subway station as to not waste your time."

Xu Qiyan started the car silently and continued to drive forward.

Just when Cheng Xueyi thought that Xu Qiyan had acquiesced in this plan, he suddenly said in a deep voice: "I thought, what I said that day was very clear."

? ? ?

Cheng Xueyi was stunned for a moment before realizing that he had misunderstood.

From what he said, Xu Qiyan felt that she had a wicked heart and purposely borrowed Xu Jianing to get close to him.

Although there was nothing wrong with the CEO being handsome, wasn't he a bit too narcissistic?

"President Xu, this…"

"It's a misunderstanding?"

The two voices said in unison.

It was just that one tone was a little urgent, while the other was calm.

Cheng Xueyi looked up at Xu Qiyan in surprise, who also looked at her expressionlessly.

"Don't you have any other excuses?" he said quietly.

The unemotional president didn't believe her.

Although it was indeed an excuse to say that he was molested when she was drunk last time, what she said today was the truth.

"President Xu, I came to the school today to take classes with Professor Wu. Professor Wu was introduced to me by Sister Su. If you don't believe me, you can ask her."

Xu Qiyan looked ahead and drove the car as before: "You don't need to explain to me."

Cheng Xueyi's mind exploded a bit.

She also has self-respect, and never thought of climbing the high branch of Xu Qiyan. The original owner did something wrong, but in the end it was her who took the blame again and again.

She couldn't bear it anymore.

"Stop the car."

It was raining heavily outside, and the wipers flicked frequently to barely maintain a clear line of sight.

Xu Qiyan turned his head slightly, as if he didn't hear what she said clearly.

"I said stop." Cheng Xueyi repeated. "I can go back by myself, and I won't bother President Xu to drive."

As soon as the words fell, Xu Qiyan stepped on the brakes. Because the road was slippery in rainy days, the car coasted forward for a certain distance before stopping. The man's expression was as cold as ice, and his thin lips pursed lightly, and he said in a cold voice, "As you wish."

Without any hesitation, Cheng Xueyi opened the car door and resolutely walked into the rain without even opening the umbrella.

Bean-sized raindrops slammed down, and the world in front of her quickly became blurred.

The rain was really heavy, even bigger than the day when Yiping(1) went to Lu's house to ask for money.

But as the saying goes, people don't make steamed buns to gain credit, she can't let Xu Qiyan look down on her, even if this kind of behavior doesn't prove anything, she at least fulfilled her pride.

Cheng Xueyi opened the umbrella, her back straightened, and she felt like walking slowly in the heavy rain.

At this time, the black Bentley suddenly increased its horsepower and drove past her at a high speed. The wheels rolled over the puddle on the side of the road, and the water was splashed all over her.

Ahhh! ! !

Cheng Xue was very angry! ! ! !

But the bad day seemed to be far from over.

The place where Xu Qiyan left her was so remote that there were no village, shop nor taxi to be seen. It was almost evening when Cheng Xueyi returned home after several turns.

The wind and rain have stopped outside, but the sky was still dark, and the sun has yet to set.

Cheng Xueyi took off her damped clothes, but before she could get into the bathroom, the phone rang.

The other party's voice was gentle and polite: "Excuse me, is this Miss Cheng?"

"Yes?"

"Hello, we are calling from the Municipal Hospital. We need to inform you about your mother's condition. Is it convenient for you to come to the hospital now?"

Hearing this, she paused, turned around and went back to the hanger to take out a sweater and a pair of light-colored jeans.

"Okay, I'll come right away."

...

The author has something to say:

President: She obviously likes me.

Cheng Xueyi: No, I don't, don't get me wrong! ! ! !

The male protagonist will chase his wife to the crematorium, please believe in Tangerine! ! !

...

Translator's Note: I hated the ML because of this chapter and the few succeeding ones, ugh. Almost dropped this haha. Can't wait for the ML to suffer!

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[phoenixknight777]

The Last Blackstone

It was only about a year before the Uprising that Lethian joined the Blackstone family. In the early nights of winter, just as the cold was starting to become more than a nip, he came pounding on their manor door in the dead of night. The lord of the house, Sir Linwald Blackstone, took it upon himself to answer this unexpected visitor. Opening the door he saw a disheveled young man.

“Ah, hello.” he said, surprised as much as anything.

“Hello, sir.” replied the young man, the weakness in his voice apparent, “I have nowhere to go and I’ve heard nothing but kindness of your house.”

“I’m glad to hear our house is well known, but why have you woken me in the dead of night?” he replied.

“Please sir.. My parents were taken by highwaymen weeks ago.” the young man said. “I’m too old for the temple to take me and too young to know a trade. I have nowhere to go and I’ll die of the cold.”

Linwald thought for a moment, then opened the door. The young man quickly came in and began to warm himself by the fire. Sir Blackstone returned after a time with a warm cup of cider.

“You may stay until spring, but then you will have to go and make your own way. And you’ll earn your keep by helping in any way you can. We cannot take in everyone off the streets who knocks on our door.” The boy simply nodded. “And what is your name, young man?”

“Lethian.” the stranger replied.

“Well, Lethian. I hope that you enjoy your stay here. Follow me and I’ll show you to where you’ll stay.”

—

As they sheltered him through the long months, the Blackstone's came to appreciate him. Alitha, the Blackstone's only child, found him to become like a brother. An only child and member of the nobility, she rarely had the company of those her age. Only two years his senior, and both loving intellectual pursuits, they quickly became close. Lady Penbre, Linwald's wife, saw everything in him she'd always wanted in a son. He was intelligent, kind, and had an air of integrity about him. He was always ready with a smile to do what she needed.

Sir Blackstone saw different qualities. He learned quickly, and he was capable and talented in many ways, like their own daughter. He showed great promise, and Sir Blackstone believed he might prove himself worthy as an aid to Alitha when she inherited their family's house and it's fortunes. Not an inheritor, but someone who would manage the house and the marble mines from which their fortune came. Alitha getting along with him was a pleasant bonus. But, such a decision could not be made quickly. So, seeing as his family enjoyed Lethian's presence, he offered the wanderer a permanent home with them, with conditions of course.

Lethian accepted. He already knew how to read and write, a rare thing given where he came from. Math as well, both of which were a pleasant surprise to the tutors. Lethian was quickly to learn and by mid summer, he and Alitha were equals in their knowledge, studying and learning together, and encouraging one another. For a time, that was all that was demanded of him. However, one afternoon, as the days were growing short and the temperatures growing cool, Sir Blackstone requested Lethian follow him to their garden.

“So, Lethian” the lord said as they walked, “I take it your studies are going well.”

“Quite well sir. Why do you ask?” the young man replied.

“Curiosity. I can tell you enjoy intellectual pursuit, like Alitha.” Linwald's eyes almost held pride in them. He sat on a bench, in the shade of a large oak tree. Lethian remained standing.

“Sir, why did you bring me out here?”

The lord paused for a long moment. “I want to officially make you a Blackstone, Lethian.” The young man started, his heart jumping into his throat. This was what he had been waiting for.

“I... don't know what to say. Thank you, sir. I am honored.” he stammered out.

“Before, however, I need you to swear something to me.” Sir Blackstone said, almost somberly. The lord took out a wooden box from the depths of his coat, and handed it to the boy. Inside was a piece of beautiful midnight metal. Decorated with silver, and on its side engraved the name “Blackstone”, the pepperbox reflected the sunlight exquisitely.

“Swear to me you will protect this house. Tensions have been high, and you may well be the only one who can.” Sir Blackstone said, his tone nearly grave.

Lethian looked at the gift in awe. “Yes. I swear it.”

“Good. Then, tomorrow, we will go to the magistrates and you'll officially be a Blackstone.”

Sir Blackstone stood, then slowly began to walk away.

Lethian was silent for a moment. Then he said “Sir?”

“Yes… son?” replied the Lord, the pride in his voice evident.

“Thank you.”

The next day, early in the morning, Lethian was made a Blackstone. As they returned from the courts, however, they saw something very, very wrong. Smoke billowed from the upper quarters. Pitch black and thick, as they rode back, it choked the streets.

“This isn't just a single house...” said Linwald, “The entire district is burning.”

As their carriage pulled them closer to the manor, it became clear it was far more than just an inferno.

“Soldiers.” said Lethian, looking out the back “Coming up fast on horseback.”

Sir Blackstone blanched. “It's a coup.” He put his head out the window and yelled to the driver “Faster! We must get the others and flee the city!”

Their carriage was pulled by some of the fastest horses in the quarter, and the driver did everything possible to lose them, swiftly turning and taking unexpected roads, but the horsemen slowly caught up, approaching them on both sides, drawing firearms from within their coats.

“Lethian.” said Blackstone. “Do you have your pistol on you?”

“Yes.” replied Lethian curtly.

“And are you ready to uphold your oath?”, Blackstone’s voice deathly serious. Lethian simply nodded.

As the horsemen approached, Sir Blackstone took out his own pistol and began firing out of the window. But as the first man's horse fell underneath him, a shot rang out, and the lord crumpled, shot in the back. Lethian quickly began firing out of the window as the second rider backed off. As the carriage approached the manor, Alitha and Lady Penbre came running out. Fortunately the soldier's hadn't made it to them yet.

“Get in, hurry!” called out Lethian, opening the door. As the two jumped in, Lady Blackstone yelled to the driver “Go! Leave the city going west. I'll give you further direction once we've left”

As they began to roll down the rocky streets again, the Lady saw her husband. “Oh god...” is all she could mutter as she began to tend his wound as best as possible.

The quarter burned behind them as their vehicle charged through the west gate, the carriage riding forward into the cold night.

—

It was early in the morning when Madam Blackstone called for the carriage driver to turn off the road. This led them, slowly, through the greenery, which gave way to a small villa. The Blackstone's summer home, though they rarely used it nowadays.

“We should be safe here.” said Lady Penbre. “As far as I know, this house is largely off the books. Lethian, help me carry Linwald inside. I can patch him up better there.”

Carrying him inside and setting him on the floor of the kitchen, Madam Blackstone began to bandage him properly. All she managed the night before was stopping the bleeding. “Go see what we have for supplies” she said, not not once looking up from her work. “Both of you. I need bandages, and wine, for both me and his wounds.”

The pair left, descending into the darkness of the cellar. As they rummaged, the light of old lanterns dispelling the gloom, the pair worked silently.

Eventually Alitha said “I found wine. A lot of it. Good vintage too.”

“This was where they got away from city life, I take it?” inquired Lethian

“Yes” she said, then added as she blew the dust off a bottle “but they haven't come for a long time.”

“I can see by the state of things.” Lethian replied. Then, pulling a sheet off a piece of furniture, he started to tear it into strips. “If you'll look for food, I'll take these and the wine up.”

“Already checked it. There's a wheel of cheese, that's all.”

“Foraging it is then.” Lethian sighed out.

The pair ascended and delivered their goods to Madam Blackstone. “Thank you children.” she said, taking the wine and cloth and beginning to properly bandage her husband’s wound.

“Who do you think might be responsible for this?” asked Alitha. 

Her mother, continuing to work, said “There’s been a lot of political unrest recently. But to me the most likely answer is a group known as the Allegiance. They claim to represent the lower class, but their violent ways have never been popular, even with the poor.”

“But why now?” asked Lethian.

“Who knows? But they’re the only group who’s ever advocated for violent upheaval like this.”

There was silence after that, except for Madam Blackstone working on her unconscious husband. Eventually she said “He’s lost a lot of blood, but he might still recover, if we’re lucky. The only thing we can do now is wait. There are rooms down the hall. You two go ahead and sleep. I’ll keep him tended to.”

Lethian nodded, and turned to go. Alitha stood silently a moment longer, but eventually gave into her weariness. As Lethian and Alitha drifted into sleep, Madam Blackstone kept a vigilant watch over her husband, praying that he survived the night. 

—

Wrested from a light sleep, Alitha was awoken by a pounding on her door. Lethian barged in moments later. “Grab what you can, quickly. They’re here.” he said quickly.

“What? Who is?” Alitha replied, worry rising rapidly in her chest.

“The Allegiance. They came to finish the job.”

“How do you know anyone is here?” asked Alitha, the panic in her voice showing “And how do you know that it is them?” 

“I heard horses. Whoever they are, there’s people outside and we need to go, now.” Lethian already had a pack on his shoulder. “Come on. If we hurry we can get to the horses before they do.”

As if responding to Lethian’s haste, the sound of something impacting the roof reverberated through the building. “Hurry!” Lethian said. Alitha quickly gathered the few things she had, and the two swiftly left. Rounding the corner, they saw tongues of scarlet and copper flame swiftly engulfing the ceiling, the old dry wood catching like kindling. At the opposite end of the hallway stood two soldiers, one dragging Lady Blackstone away, towards the front door of the house. The other, seeing them, drew a pistol from his belt and fired, the projectile hitting the wall behind Alitha. 

“This way!” Lethian said, pulling Alitha through the door towards the central courtyard of the home. The pair ran through the burning courtyard, the hall behind them engulfed in flames.

"How could you do this to us? After we accepted you as our family?"

"I did not, I swear." replied Lethian, pulling his companion away from a falling beam.

Alitha shoved him back "Don't touch me traitor! There was no way this uprising could have found us otherwise."

"The panic is keeping you from thinking clearly. I don't know how they did," he said, feeling the door on the other side, "but we need to get out. This way."

He went through the door, Alitha rushing after. "If you didn't do it then who did. The only people here are my parents, me and you. You're the only one who could have." They moved through another hallway, the fire not yet having reached this side of the building.

“Why would I betray the family that took me in when I was frozen and starving? It just doesn’t make sense.” Lethian said as they approached the back door of the home. Pulling out his pepperbox, he shot the lock and then bashed the door open with his shoulder.

The pair exited. Seeing the soldiers at the front of the house, Alitha said "Quickly. We need to get to the stables."

Rounding the back, the two quietly approached the stable. "The horses are still here," said Alitha, “They're still inside."

"We can't go back or we get taken by the Allegiance." Lethian said, saddling the midnight black stallion. "Either we leave now or never. And I don't know how to ride, so you get the last choice."

Alitha stared at the burning building for a short time longer, then turned and mounted the horse, Lethian sitting behind her. As the two rode into the darkness of night, she couldn't help but look at the rising smoke of her home. Feeling Lethian behind her, she wondered if she'd made the right choice.

—

The sun was cresting the trees of the countryside when the two finally stopped. “Stop here.” Lethian commanded “There’s some berry bushes, we can at least get something in us.” 

Alitha pulled their mount to a stop. Foraging what they could from the surrounding bushes, Lethian and Alitha rested for a time. 

Then they sat in silence for a time, the only noise around them being the noise of the forest. Too tired to converse, too worried and stressed to truly rest. Eventually, Alitha, her eyes downturned, asked “Lethian. Do you think my parents are alive?”

Lethian remained silent for a moment. Then replied, quietly, “I think it’s possible.”

Alitha looked at him. “What makes you think that?”

“Because of what the Blackstones were known for,” he said. “Your family was well loved by the lower class. If one of you were to endorse this change, it could help it go over more smoothly.”

“Then why shoot my father?” she said “It doesn’t make sense.”

“Maybe they simply didn’t recognize him?” Lethian replied. His voice quieting, he continued “Or maybe they want you instead of your parents, since you would inherit the family?”

“I will never give those murderous bastards anything.” Alitha replied, her voice filling with a sudden rage.

His expression unreadable, Lethian said “Alright. So then what do you want to do?”

Alitha’s expression hardened. “Where would they be then?”

“I couldn’t say.” After this he paused and looked into the distance. “It’s only about an hour’s ride to the capital from here. I could ride into town and see what I can find out. We need supplies as well and I won’t be recognized like you would.”

“Good point, good point. Just… be safe.” she replied. Then, Alitha paused. “You said you couldn’t ride.”

Already mounting the stallion, he replied “I said you could ride better. You must’ve misheard me. I’ll be okay.” And he was off before Alitha could respond, leaving her to wait for him to return.

It was nearing midday when her companion finally arrived. On his back was a sack, and he seemed almost excited as he dismounted. “Alitha! Alitha!” he cried, running towards her, “I found them! They’re being held in the capital prison.”

“That’s wonderful to hear! Now how can we get them out?”

“Well, it took some doing, but a friend of mine was selected to guard the prison last harvest. I convinced him to leave a door open for us tonight. If we hurry we might be able to save them.”

Alitha simply stared, stunned. 

“Oh and I managed to get this.” he said, removing his pack. From its depths he handed her a small single shot pistol. Its handle was unadorned and the barrel was made of wrought iron. It was a simple weapon, but it was far better than nothing.

“You… Did all of that? For me?”

“Yes, of course. Now,” he said, tossing her a packet of food, “eat. We’ll need all our strength for tonight.”

Alitha ate, thoughts of both hope and worry rushing through her mind as she contemplated what was to come. As the sun began to fall on the horizon, the pair gathered their few possession and mounted their faithful steed. In silence they made haste until they reached town, abandoning the horse outside of town. Entering the capital, their first challenge was abundantly clear.

“There’s soldiers everywhere” whispered Alitha, as they hid inside an alleyway avoiding the patrol.

“That’s what happens after a coup.” he replied. “Follow me, I can get us to the prison without being seen.”

Alitha nodded and followed him. Swiftly, they went down the streets, narrowly avoiding the many squads patrolling the night streets. As they continued, Alitha quietly asked Lethian “How do you know these streets so well?”

Lethian started and responded quickly “I explored a lot as a child. Now be quiet or we’ll be found.”

Alitha refrained from further questions as Lethian quietly continued to guide her through the streets. She saw the prison looming. She’d never been to this part of the city. Her mother insisted she had no need.

Suddenly Lethian stopped. “We’re here.” he said, then pointed to a door on the side of the building. “My friend left that door right there open. Let’s go.”

Alitha removed her pistol from her bag and nodded. As the last patrol rounded the opposite corner, the pair quickly ran across the street. Silently opening the door, Lethian ushered Alitha inside and quickly closed the door behind them.

“I was told your parents were this way. Follow me.” he whispered, quickly running down one of the corridors. Alitha followed, hope sparking within her chest.

Left, then right, then down a flight of stairs, Alitha followed him, until eventually he stopped at one of the cells, the heavy door blocking the way. “They should be in here.” he said, producing a key. 

“Where did you get that?” Alitha asked, suspicion rising within her.

“I swiped it off a table.” Lethian said absentmindedly.

Alitha leveled the pistol at him. “No you didn’t. I was following you the entire time.”

Lethian froze. Then, he quietly said “I didn’t want it to come to this.”

“Come to what?” replied Alitha furiously. “Who are you?”

Lethian slowly stood up. “Lethian is my actual name. But you never knew the real me.” He turned. “The Allegiance needed the Blackstone family’s endorsement. If you said that this new reign was good, the people would believe you and accept it.”

“What are you saying…” said Alitha slowly.

“I’m saying I was never truly in need. The Allegiance placed me in your house so that there was a chance you would side with me, with us, after our coup.” Alitha froze. His knowledge and skills. How perfect he was. Suddenly learning to ride. His “friend”. The realization struck her like a physical blow. 

“But, when I realized that you would never side with us,” Lethian continued “I told my superiors and was told that you had to join your parents.”

Alitha had fallen for it all. She was so desperate to save them she had ignored everything. “They’re dead, aren’t they…”

Lethian looked at her almost pityingly. “Yes Alitha, they are. I shot your father myself in the carriage. Him and your mother died in the house as it was burning down. But you don’t have to die too.”

A shot rang out as Alitha cried “Murderer!”, firing her pistol at Lethian. The shot went wide as he swiftly retaliated, the pepperbox her father had gifted his killer flashing with the explosion of powder. Alitha felt a sharp pain pierce her body. She held her hand to her chest. It came away coated in her lifeblood, a vibrant scarlet.

“It didn’t have to come to this.” Lethian said. “All you had to do was say that this revolution was right. Fortunately we don’t need you. We just wanted you.”

Alitha fell to the ground, clutching at her wound. Staring at her killer, her father’s killer. Someone she’d considered to be her brother. “Why…” she gasped out.

“Well my story was true. I just left out that the Allegiance took me in first.” Lethian stared at his victim. “It’s ironic really. I really am doing what your father asked of me.” With this he chuckled. “He asked me to protect your house. And as the only remaining heir, well, isn’t siding with this uprising doing just that?” 

Her vision fading, Alitha collapsed, as Lethian began to walk from the room. “Goodbye Alitha. I’m sorry that it came to this. I did care about you. But I made a promise I intend to keep.”

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✨The adventures of 1000 Demon Namjoon and University student Jungkook ✨

Hey besties! so I actually saw this concept on twitter by @420joon, and I found it so funny that I decided to do a mini head-canon for it. This was written pretty quick, so I am sorry for any grammar errors, I hope you guys enjoy <3 *repost cause I accidentally deleted the other one * ♡━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━♡

• It was a complete accident, Jungkook swears by it. He never intended to summon an ancient 1000 year old demon from the pits of hell, the poor guy just has a habit of talking in his sleep.

• Which is why when he stirred awake at the sound of someone in his room, he never expected to see a 6’ft man dressed in all black attire poking around his room, and appearing to be examining his marvel action figure collection.

• No, this isn't possible. Clearly it’s some form of sleep paralysis, or maybe even a super realistic nightmare. After all, what kind of demon has luxurious hair and incredibly thick thighs- wait no Jungkook quickly shook his head. He had to focus on waking himself up.

• Most people's reactions when they realize they're in a dream is to gently try and wake up, usually by pinching themselves or maybe even by shaking themselves awake.

• But Jungkook isn't like most people, no Jungkook's ✨ unique ✨ . Instead, he decided to go for the more physical route and crash himself against his bedroom walls to shock himself awake. Figuring that the phrase go big or go home was best suited for this situation.

• However, instead of finally waking up and confirming his suspicions that this was just a horrible figment of his imagination, he was met with the large man hovering over him with a very curious expression.

• “Did you mean to do that?”

• “wait you can talk?” Kook’s voice barely squeaked out, now realizing that maybe this wasn't some freaky dream from eating six cups of ramen before bed. (Though he has had some freaky dreams because of it, especially since he’s already had 5 cups tonight)

• “Excuse me?”

• “No, yea, I totally meant to do that. I was uh, checking to see the stiffness of the walls… super sturdy”

• The man simply nodded clearly, not buying the horrible attempt at a lie, but still going along with it. Especially since if his master said it, then it didn't really matter if it was true or not.

• “Master, what was the reason for summoning me?”

• “I didn't?”

• “Yes you did?”

• “No I didn't?’

• “Are we really going back and forth right now?” The male sighed realizing that this 20 maybe 21 year old kid in front of him really didn't know who he was.

• “I am Kim Namjoon, demon from the sixth realm. You summoned me to earth and now I am to do your bidding in exchange for a sacrifice. Once the exchange is done I leave.”

• Jungkook nodded, a part of him still skeptical but also a part of him weirdly trusting the man in front of him. After all not all demons are bad, his ex girlfriend was decent for a certain amount of time ( tho he never truly confirmed her evil origins, just that she hated anything fun in life including him)

• “So I can ask for anything right?”

• “Yes, as long as you have a sacrifice.”

• “And the sacrifice can be anything?”

• “Yes, as long as it's deemed worthy.”

• Jungkook quickly scanned his room looking for his most prized possessions and quickly found it.

• “Here take these”

• “ARE THESE FUCKING TOE SOCKS??”

• “Yea, they cost a fortune. They were like $20 a walmart? Do you know how expensive they are, Mr. Demon sir?”

• “It’s Namjoon you little, whatever… These obviously won't be worth-oh shit. Well would you look at that, their growth. Somehow, these are actually worth something. Fine whatever make your wish”

• “Ramen, chicken flavored.”

• “You’re not serious are you?”

• “Of course not, I'm teasing.”

• “Oh thank lucifer for I second I seriously thought you were-”

• “Order one for yourself too. I wanna see what else in this room is worth trading for some spooky wishes.”

• As Jungkook began pulling literally every single one of his items into the middle of the room, Namjoon carefully sat on the bed, now noticing some more socks hidden off to the side.

• “Hey kid, you got some more stuff here but it's a little sticky”

• “Oh yea, I wouldn't touch those….”

• It was in that moment, for the first time in 1000 years, Namjoon realized he fucked up by ever meeting this kid.

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[rayofsunas]

s/o goes on a mission with them.

A/n: so, as you may or may not have seen by my recent “updates” I’m obsessed with genshin, and I’m pretty sure for one day I played for a solid 5 hours- my eyes hurt pls. but I did miss writing, I’ve just been unmotivated and busy with college stuff (mainly stressing, I haven’t even started my essay yet shh). n e ways, here’s an update, I hope this quenches your thirst 🙊

Summary: s/o goes on a mission with them. 

Parings: Kaeya/Reader, Diluc/Reader, Xiao/Reader, Scaramouche/Reader (all with a fem reader)

Warnings: crack, swearing, worrying Teyvat bois

Word count: 1.7k

Kaeya

when you’re assigned to be on a mission just the two of you, you assume he’s happy, and don’t get me wrong, he totally is!

usually you’re never on missions together, deciding it was better that way because you both get distracted (you realized after marrying, space was always nice too, space was healthy)

though the decision mainly came about because you two good around a lot... and other things 😏

no but deep down he’s worried when you go on this mission together, it’s been a while since the two of you have, a little too long, and the nerves came back

he’s always worried whenever you go on missions, and sure he’ll always be there to protect you when he’s with you (not that you need it) but anything can happen

sure taking out a bunch of Hilichurls was deemed easy, especially together, but he still worried

he never said a word about it though, he’d always keep a watchful eye on you (he does have a reputation to keep after all)

“Ya know, you did well today.” You said plopping down beside your husband, using your pyro ability to light the twigs and leaves in front of you.

“Of course I did,” he boasted, eye lighting up in the dark of the night. “What kind of Knight would I be if I hadn’t, babe.”

You groaned in annoyance, this was the ever so haughty husband you knew.

“Please, I could’ve easily wiped your ass if it weren’t for the fact that we haven’t been paired together in a while; I forgot about your skill.” You teased. The cryo user glared at you.

“Skill? Surely, I have more than one.” He snipped teasingly. Your head shook, feigning innocence. “Are you sure?” A hum sounded in your throat. “I couldn’t tell... Maybe if you hadn’t been staring holes into me every time I used my sword, I could see your progression.”

Kaeya visibly tensed, but he tried to make it go unnoticed, you saw his shoulders raise slightly. 

“Hmm?” You laughed wholeheartedly. 

“Don’t ‘hmm’ me, mister.”

Despite having been caught, a grin spread across his face, he was enjoying your teasing tonight it seemed.

“There’s a reason we don’t go on missions together, but, I did have fun with you today, despite the worrying part.”

Diluc

um, the ever so stoic and emotionless fire boy is WORRIED AF

and he accidentally lets it show

he’s totally fine if you’re only going against a few low-rank Hilichurls and Slime, but against any of the Hypostasis’s, he’s worried for your wellbeing (after a few days of trying to beat one of the Hypostasis’s I finally did, APPLAUD ME PLS, I was crying)

the very first mission you went on together, the job was done quickly and without much trouble, but before and after, he would not stop asking you if you would like to be escorted back to the Knights headquarters

he said it was his duty to protect any and every Mondstadt Citizen

you knew he was also just particularly worried about you

despite being worried, he is happy you’re here, though wishes it were under different circumstances other than battle 

he rarely sees you, so it’s a nice change to be placed on a mission together instead of alone, you missed each others company

BUT HE’S STILL WORRIED

“I’m a Knight of Favonius, I don’t particularly need to be escorted back, I appreciate your concern though.” Poor Diluc, the face he made looked like pure defeat, you used the Knight of Favonius card on him. And yes, you were capable, but he did know a certain Knights of Favonius Captain who he loathed a little too much,

“That’s why I’m worried.”

You scoffed at his jab, though it didn’t necessarily hurt too much.  

“Please, I can handle myself. We’re not all like Captain Kaeya, but even then give him some credit!”

“I know you’re more than capable but-”

”No buts! Let me do what I know how, please. Or else I could slip up, and then actually put myself in danger.”

“Okay...” You nodded, sending a soft thanks to your lover's way, but he just stared at you before muttering, “But let me escort you back to Mondstadt.”

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“I’m sorry, did you hear a word I just said?”

“I see your skills darling, but-” He paused, noticing how your arms folded across your chest. You were annoyed. “I’d much prefer if you took care of the greatest battle of all; Kaeya.”

“Kaeya does not need my assistance.”

“He’s probably in a ditch somewhere, and it would be much appreciated by Jean if we did not leave him to rot there,” Diluc explained. 

You had seen Kaeya earlier, and yes although he usually frequented the bars and whatnot, he was surprisingly sober. He hadn’t promised he would stay that way, but it would take hours for said man to get completely drunk to the point where he was immobile. You had only left Mondstadt four hours ago. 

“Amber can find him. She did last time,” He watched in disbelief as you sauntered off towards the hill in front of you, dead set on continuing your mission. “Come on I see an Electro Hypostasis ahead.”

“Also, you could’ve just said you were worried about me, instead of trying to send me back home! Kaeya is fine, worrywart.”

Xiao

it’s not that he’s worried about you and it’s not that he shouldn’t be worried either 

he can be both given the right moment

the only reason he doesn’t want you going with him is because he claims he focuses better on missions alone

you could understand where he was coming from, but you would’ve liked to have gone with him when he first left

you mentioned going on a mission with him in Liyue the night before he locked you in your Liyue Harbor Guesthouse room 

you were still asleep when he’d snuck out and had found a note in the sheets where he’d previously been sleeping hours ago

it read, went on a quick mission, be back soon. - Xiao

...one of the cleaning ladies had come to your rescue after seeing various lounge chairs from the hallway stacked and pushed against the door (she was supposed to clean the room that morning after having seen Xiao leaving, figuring it was empty to begin cleaning)

she was shocked to see you hurriedly throwing your shoes on and grabbing your spear, confused obviously

she’d asked if you were being held against your will or if you were in danger, but you’d dashed off before you could give her an answer

eventually after asking a few Liyue Harbor Merchants, you were able to get a rough estimate as to where your boyfriend went

when you finally caught up to him, out of breath, he was somewhat shocked to see you

“Hey!” You called after the ancient man, watching with glee as he turned around with wide eyes. “Locking me in the room seriously?”

“I didn’t think you’d catch up. I left hours ago.”

“I thought so too. But one of the Merchants gave me a shortcut to your destination.”

“Interesting.” He said, hand going to his chin in thought. 

“That’s it? That’s all you have to say?!” 

“Interesting.” You mocked 

He stared blankly, without a doubt the gears working in his brain, spinning and ticking at an unbelievable rate. 

“No, one more thing... How did you get out of the room? I barricaded it.” 

👁 👄 👁

Scaramouche

you better be someone who can handle yourself, and you probably are, or else he would not be able to stand being with you romantically AT ALL

he’s had you practice with him, just to show him what you’re capable of, before he ever allowed you to travel with him

after deeming you a worthy opponent, he decided you would fair well with him

he would’ve never allowed you to come if he knew you’d be a burden, slow him, or get hurt

after you proved yourself, he does not doubt you so he’s not going to be worried at all

he’s only worried if you start slowing him down, then he’ll think you’re incompetent to be traveling together

if you slow him down, you’re being sent home, no questions asked

though because he does love you, you receive a bit of a less severe punishment for doing something wrong on a mission

he may ask you once or twice to keep up with him, or take your enemies out without less hesitation, but that’s if he feels particularly generous, most of the times he’s harsh and will not tolerate your mistakes, no chances given

fortunately for you, he felt extremely generous today

It was truly evident that you were slowly pissing off the sixth Harbinger and he was losing his patience with you. Yet you continued flirting with him to get a rise out of said man (yeah, same); he often reacted, and you enjoyed it when he did. You liked seeing him react and appear differently than always being so uptight and mean.

It was a common belief that he often traveled with a young woman, who had Pyro for a vision, and she was strong but often loved to distract and tease her fellow Harbinger. You were not so surprisingly, that young woman.

“Keep up, I won’t ask you again.” 

Today, you were on a mission together which wasn’t rare, but your other mission was to piss him off as much as you could. So, you purposely walked behind him, very slow. Pretending to take in the chilly scenery of Snezhnaya, although you had seen it thousands of times, acting as if it was something new. 

“You said that the last two times.” You said, cheerfully laughing to yourself when you heard him growl lowly. He didn’t pay any mind to your retort but began showing more signs that he was aggravated.

He hissed, “There’s not much to admire, you can barely see.” Yes, he was right, he’d caught onto your antics very fast, but that didn’t matter.

“As I said, if you keep slowing me down, I’ll continue without you.” Your eyes rolled. Would he?

“Leaving a member of the Harbinger behind wouldn’t be very honorary, but if I must, I will.”

A pout took shape on your lips. “Please, you wouldn’t leave your lovely girlfriend out here to freeze would you?”

“You have pyro abilities, you would fair just fine.”

“Hmm... I suppose so, but I’d get lonely.” 

“Then be quiet and walk faster.”

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[tossawary]

I need to know more about “SVSSS - Baby Brother Liu Qingge” bc I love tiny and very deadly baby LQG

I have a 3k-ish Shang Qinghua POV that was supposed to be the introduction to this fic concept! So... ah... baby Liu Qingge does not appear in this, but you can see the setup for how an 8yo-ish Liu Qingge was supposed to be introduced. My hope is that this will someday become a "Shang Qinghua and Shen Jiu go on a mission with Baby Brother Liu Qingge" one shot.

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Shang Qinghua didn't really have the words to describe what it was like having Proud Immortal Demon Way's characters finally come into his second life.

He didn't have the words to describe a lot of his transmigration experience, honestly! His words had described a lot of this world already, haha, hadn't they? Sometimes a person just had to put up with it and keep going.

And then excuse himself later to go scream into a pillow! Many times!

At first, life was just him in a body that didn't fit and strange memories that slipped between his fingers like sand. His memories of a past life had settled eventually, the System finally came fully online, and his relationship with his second family was fully fucked forever. That was fine, though! That was fine! With some unsolicited prodding from his System, he left to go seek his fortune soon enough and he never had to talk to his character's birth parents or siblings again.

But Airplane Shooting Towards The Sky had never said much of anything about Shang Qinghua’s family or home village, besides saying that the man had dreamed of more than his mediocre origins, so everything had been unfamiliar and original and real. Getting to Cang Qiong Mountain Sect, which he had described in great detail, was a real headfuck. There were no words for the experience of recognizing things that he’d written in another life.

He saw the glistening rainbow bridge and the intimidating sect entrance and the majestic meeting hall on Qiong Ding, and he nearly screamed. He definitely squawked. His vision got really fuzzy for a minute there and he had to sit down on the ground before he fell over. What the fuck?! What the fuck?! He’d made a world! The System had really made a world out of his web-novel! He was really stuck in Proud Immortal Demon Way!

There were upsides and downsides to joining Cang Qiong Mountain Sect. Downsides included: the hard training, the harder workload, the dangerous missions, the disrespect towards An Ding Peak, and being surrounded by arrogant and foolish teenagers looking to look down on someone. It was really something else to look some of them in the eye and think, "Bro, I don’t know your name, but you kind of owe your existence to me. Could you stop being such a fucking asshole about leaving your chores for me to do?! Respect your father!"

Upsides included: actually becoming a cultivator (pretty cool, even though the work of cultivation sucked more often than not), better living accommodations and food, and actually getting to see some of the cooler places, plants, monsters, and magic that were a part of his world. Sure, carting a monster corpse brought in by Bai Zhan Peak to Xi Jiao Peak for butchering was smelly and heavy and altogether miserable, but seeing an impossible animal was still kind of incredible. If this unwilling Shang Qinghua could stop being pushed around and stepped on long enough to appreciate the upsides, he’d really appreciate it!

It was interesting and infuriating to log the differences between what he’d imagined, what he’d written, and what the System had created. What sort of author described every single object in every single room? Who had time for that? Who wanted to read that? The System had filled in all the living details of An Ding Peak - the Leisure Houses, the training grounds, the storehouses, the warehouses, the kitchens, the lesson halls, the leisure gardens, the farming fields, the livestock fields, the stables, the cart lot, the water supply, the sewage systems, and so on - so that people could actually live here. Airplane Shooting Towards The Sky as an author had done many things worthy of complaint and criticism, but wasting his readers’ time with sewage systems was not one of them!

The System had also filled in all the little details and decorations - the paintings on the walls of sect history, the detailing on the rooftops supposedly offering protections from dream demons, the chipped and faded paint of old storehouses that disciples would be tasked with replacing, the statues in the fields to scare off scavengers, the carvings on the doors meant to reduce resentful energy, the childish etchings of bored students the surface of the lesson hall desks, the old bench where the An Ding Peak Lord liked to sit and eat flatcakes - so that it really seemed like people had built this place and maintained it and added to it for generations.

Shang Qinghua had his quibbles here and there. Sometimes the System had made choices that he objected to! He would have done it differently if it had asked him, the author, to contribute. He really felt as though the System should have asked him to clarify the plot holes and the gaps in detail, instead of choosing precedence randomly or building off random implications taken way too literally.

Sometimes he found out that the System had built things out of throwaway lines that Shang Qinghua himself had completely forgotten about. It turned out that Ku Xing Peak made a lot of purification tools and containment vessels because Airplane had offhandedly mentioned that this was their specialty, and now Shang Qinghua had to cart around delicate ceramics to be sold to city merchants or other cultivation sects. He never would have dared to write that if he’d known that it would one day in another life be his job to do things like take inventory and chase down signatures for successful deliveries.

Places, items, and creatures were one thing, but logging the differences between the people he met and the characters he’d created was something else. At first it was okay, because he was surrounded by nameless An Ding Peak nobodies - his fellow disciples, their teachers, the hardworking managers and merchants, even the peak lord - none of them had ever mattered in Proud Immortal Demon Way. If Airplane had been the one to name any of them, he didn’t recognize the names or remember them.

Then he met Yue Qingyuan.

Wow, it was a worse headfuck than first arriving at Cang Qiong Mountain Sect, when Shang Qinghua finally realized that this was the young version of one of his actual characters. It took him a minute. As a lowly outer disciple, Shang Qinghua hadn’t received “Qinghua” as a name yet (his name was Houhua, not that anyone ever used it) and the future Yue Qingyuan was still called Yue Qi.

Shang Qinghua was fourteen at the time. Yue Qingyuan must have been around the same age, so he didn’t strike the tall and handsome figure of the sect leader Airplane had described. The boy was broad, but actually a little short. He had freckles. He had acne.

But he also had a warm smile that seemed to go all the way to his eyes when he offered to give Shang Qinghua directions to the right office on Qiong Ding. He had a steady hand when he helped Shang Qinghua up, after the An Ding disciple had suddenly tripped over nothing upon being introduced. Yue Qingyuan - Yue Qi - walked him to the right office and did his best to make small talk, friendly and kind even though Shang Qinghua was having difficulty stringing more than a few words together in his shock.

Even then, it was obvious that the boy was developing the calm surety and the social charm that would make him a greatly admired sect leader someday! It was all Shang Qinghua could do not to blurt out: “Holy shit, you’re REAL?!” Which would be closely followed by: “Hey, is Shen Qingqiu really real too?!” And then maybe closely followed by: “FUCK!!!”

As the years went by, Shang Qinghua met more of Proud Immortal Demon Way’s characters, and it was weird every time. None of them were exactly like he was expecting. He kept expecting… well… he kept expecting them to look like the fanart, like flawless character models, more or less. Instead, he kept getting… people.

Wei Qingwei, head disciple of the sword-focused Wan Jian Peak, was also shorter than he was expecting, kind of stout, with a wide face and a wider smile. Airplane Shooting Towards The Sky had apparently had the man crack a few jokes upon his rare appearances in the web-novel, usually during tense situations, as he was reminded by the System upon thinking to himself: “Why is this guy LIKE THIS?!” So, because of just a few lines, the real Wei Qingwei had a relentless sense of humor and loved telling jokes.

Upon their first meeting, when Shang Qinghua was fifteen and had been sent over to help renovate some Wan Jian dormitories, fifteen-year-old Wei Qingwei had pretended to fumble a sword and, using a packet of dye and a sleight of hand, made it look like he’d accidentally cut off his own hand at the wrist. Of course Shang Qinghua had screamed and panicked! Anyone would panic! But Wei Qingwei had laughed at him and said, “Got you! Shang-Shidi, the sword wasn’t even unsheathed!” Asshole!

Qi Qingqi, the head disciple of Xian Shu Peak, was much taller than he was expecting. Apparently Airplane had once described a group of some of the peak lords by saying something like: “Each one of them was like a giant to young Luo Binghe.” That group had included Qi Qingqi. The System apparently had taken that to mean that Qi Qingqi was of a height with the likes of Yue Qingyuan and Shen Qingqiu. Shang Qinghua discovered this adaptational choice when he was almost sixteen, when this giraffe-like girl came to An Ding Peak to complain about an order someone along the pipeline had dropped completely, and he accidentally found himself (still waiting on a really good growth spurt) eye-level with Qi Qingqi’s chest.

Airplane had apparently once said in Proud Immortal Demon Way that Qian Cao Peak Lord Mu Qingfang appeared a little older than his colleagues, by which he’d probably meant that the man was just tired or something, but this head disciple Mu Qingfang appeared to have ten years on all the other head disciples. Which was good! Shang Qinghua approved of their future head healer not being a teenager and having more training!

On the bad side of things, Airplane had also once said in Proud Immortal Demon Way that the Zui Xian Peak Lord Zhang Qingyan liked his drink too much. This was the peak specializing in alcohol, so it had seemed to make sense! It was supposed to be funny, if anything! Well, at sixteen, Shang Qinghua found out that the System had focused too much on the “too much” part of that statement and now the head disciple of Zui Xian Peak was pretty clearly a budding alcoholic. (Sometimes a cultivator’s constitution and ability to “cure” themselves just… made a person drink more. A lot more.) Which was… not good.

At seventeen, Shang Qinghua met Mobei-Jun.

He didn’t know where to get started with Mobei-Jun.

Somehow he’d… forgotten that Mobei-Jun had been originally based on Airplane’s idea of “the perfect man” and not the super pretty, muscular but slim-waisted protagonist type? The real Mobei-Jun was… tall… and big… and thick. Mobei-Jun’s intimidating features were… more striking than pretty. The first time Shang Qinghua had come back to his Leisure House and found this spoiled brat of an ice demon napping shirtless on his bed, and gotten an eyeful of all that heavy muscle and chest hair, he’d nearly knocked himself out on the doorframe trying to turn away before he had a heart attack.

Mobei-Jun really was going to be the death of him, holy shit.

Especially because this ice demon really was a spoiled brat! Airplane had described this character as being arrogant and apathetic, so now Shang Qinghua had to deal with a Mobei-Jun who took long baths and then carelessly dripped water all over the floor and all over fresh sheets! Who ate all of Shang Qinghua’s cooking and ungratefully only demanded more food, sprawled over furniture not really fit for someone of his size, and then watched Shang Qinghua like a fat tiger! Ahhh, this demon really was lucky he was handsome!

Mobei-Jun was also kind of violent, and mean, which was… well, it sucked.

Back to the sect that Shang Qinghua was now actively betraying, however, as far as he could see, there was still one future peak lord missing.

It wasn’t Shen Qingqiu, who Shang Qinghua had thought would be the last one to show up. Shen Qingqiu had shown up and had been advancing through the ranks of Qing Jing Peak before Shang Qinghua had even met Mobei-Jun, which meant that Yue Qingyuan had finally stopped looking like someone had torn out his soul. (Shang Qinghua had been forced to grit his teeth every time that someone mentioned how privileged that Yue Qingyuan was to have been granted that year of secluded cultivation in the Lingxi Caves at such a young age.)

No, of all the peak lords, it was Liu Qingge who Shang Qinghua had yet to meet.

After meeting Mobei-Jun and becoming an inner disciple, the System had given Shang Qinghua three years to make it to head disciple, probably because the deadline for a new generation of peak lords to ascend was fast approaching. He was working hard to achieve that! Not only did he have to sabotage the current favorite, but he had to make sure all his own training, missions, work, and research were as close to flawless as he could get it! All while keeping an intruding ice demon happy! He wasn’t totally sure that he was going to make it at this rate, even though he’d been here for years.

So it was a little concerning that Liu Qingge hadn't shown up yet. There was so much left to do. A world-state that had yet to be established. Liu Qingge had work to do here!

Liu Qingge and Shen Qingqiu still had to develop a hatred for each other as disciples that would extend to everyone believing that Shen Qingqiu had murdered Liu Qingge as peak lords, after all. Granted, all Liu Qingge really had to do was beat everyone else on Bai Zhan Peak up to obtain the position, and it wasn’t exactly hard to get Shen Qingqiu to develop a lifelong grudge, but the guy was still cutting it pretty close.

It was possible that Liu Qingge was already on Bai Zhan Peak and making good progress, but that he was just so solitary and focused on searching out the next big battle that Shang Qinghua had just never had the opportunity to meet him. Shang Qinghua did his best to avoid Bai Zhan Peak most of the time, honestly! He was curious about where Liu Qingge was, about what the man looked like, but he didn’t let himself sweat at not seeing the future war god, when he already had so many things to sweat about. The System had taken care of bringing in everyone else, so Shang Qinghua was sure that Liu Qingge would follow sooner or later.

Shang Qinghua’s first sign that something was wrong was that, on the day that Liu Qingge finally announced his existence by beating up everyone on Bai Zhan Peak, everyone was saying things like, “I can’t believe some kid managed to topple all of Bai Zhan like that!”

He… may or may not have ignored this sign.

To be fair to this poor writer-turned-disciple, though, he’d been up all night finishing some paperwork catastrophe the An Ding Peak Lord had thrown at him to fix, as some kind of “test” of his logistics skills. Upon hearing the latest gossip, Shang Qinghua thought, “Oh, finally?” And then his overtired brain collapsed from the effort of thinking two words together in a sentence, and all he could manage from there was to feel the intense need to go to bed at a maximum, static-y volume. No words. No more thinky thoughts. Just the need for speedy sleep.

He stumbled through the rest of his day and then passed out for 18 hours straight. In hindsight, this would have been the time when the gossip was at its hottest. He missed all of it.

When he woke up, everyone was still dealing with the aftermath of what had happened on Bai Zhan Peak, but the conversation had shifted more towards replacing Qian Cao Peak’s depleted supplies and the repairs to Bai Zhan’s training grounds. Liu Qingge was the name on everyone’s lips, still, but everyone knew the basic information now. Now, everyone was just exclaiming over and over again how unbelievably young (and pretty) he was to have bested every other disciple on the sect battle-focused peak. This didn't seem too strange.

The System probably would have based the War God's appearance on his sister, Liu Mingyan, a strong contender for the most beautiful woman in all of Proud Immortal Demon Way. Liu Qingge apparently being a very pretty boy fell neatly into line with all the other character design surprises that Shang Qinghua had gotten smacked with so far.

If Airplane had known that he'd be transmigrating into his novel, maybe there would have been even more handsome men! And everyone would have lived happily ever after and nothing bad would have happened ever, probably, but also there might be more sexy guys too.

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TBC

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[tetrakys]

So... about Elriel and Elucien...

I have finally read everything ACOTAR, including the two excerpts at the end of ACOSF, so I can give my final opinion about this ambiguous situation.

Let me first point out that I really don’t care about Elain and who she ends up with, I’m primarily a Faysand shipper, so my opinion in this matter is objective because I’m not invested, I only care about the characters’ wellbeing which fortunately is something SJM gives us anyway.

My opinion is that this ambiguous situation, is not ambiguous at all. Elucien and Gwynriel are endgame, and here is why.

(And fyi I’m nobody. Just a reader who likes to dissect and analyse plotlines and characters of the media she consumes. 9 times out of 10 I get it right.)

Every writer has a certain style, a bunch of tropes and preferences that are recurrent in their writing and create their own personal trademark. That’s why as readers we are fans of specific authors and tend to read most of what they write, their telltale signs can be found in other stories, other flavours but they are still there. Now, SJM has her own way to write romance and her couples always follow this format:

1) The couple that is ultimately going to end up together starts from a position of opposition and contrast. They initially can’t stand each other, they lie to themselves thinking they want nothing to do with the other person.

2) They ALWAYS start from a position of cowardice and false comfort, and their journey is to open their eyes, understand that the way they are living is wrong, and accept that part of themselves that pushes them toward the other person.

Let’s look at the two canon couples this series:

Feysand: Feyre and Rhys start seemingly as enemies. We then learn that it’s all bullshit, but what is Feyre’s psychological state at the beginning of ACOMAF? She is in a BAD relationship, but she can’t find the strength and the guts to get herself out of that situation. It takes a while for her to open her eyes and see that what she needs is elsewhere. Similarly, when Rhys just got free of 50 years of mental and physical subjugation, the first thing that happens to him is to find out that he is tied to someone else. Someone who isn’t even available. His first instinct is to run. Once they finally admit what they feel for each other, they also embrace a part of themselves they were ignoring or rejecting. We have read 1000 times how Feyre used to draw stars and night skies her whole life before finding herself at peace in the Night Court. And Rhys was so traumatised by all he had been through that loving Feyre forces him to come to terms with it and understand that he is worthy of being loved despite Amarantha.

Nessian: At the beginning of her journey Nesta is a whole train wreak. She hates herself and her only way to get by, the coward comfortable way, is drunkenness and meaningless sex with strangers. Cassian is actually the most grounded character of this whole saga imo, he had already been through his personal journey but he was also scared shitless of Nesta and her reactions. And only when she finally forgives herself, she can accept him.

Now... what does this mean for Elain?

Elain has had her life turned upside down by her transformation. She is heartbroken because the man she was in love with can’t even stand the sight of her. The moment she emerged from the Cauldron she was claimed. Very, very wrong move from Lucien’s part, should’ve bidden his time like Cassian did. Elaine rejects this new life for moths, and of course she rejects Lucien. Lucien is shaken by this, BUT he is also running away. We have seen him being completely lost. He has a sense of responsibility and yes, sure, attraction towards Elain, but he is messed up and in ACOFAS it is mentioned that he also wants to spend as little time with her as possible. 

It’s exactly the same situation as Feysand and Nessian, but in a different context of course. They both have to go through their own journey, accept themselves and then the other.

And we have had the same kind of hints we had with Feyre. Elain is not suited for the Night Court, she looks washed up in black, lifeless, darkness doesn’t suit her. She is light, flowers and sun. She is the Day Court, of which Lucien is in fact the heir.

And what about Azriel?

Azriel and Elain are in a very similar situation at the moment. They are both surviving a terrible heartbreak, they are both quiet and contemplative, they both see more than they let on. They are each other’s easy, comfortable choice. Also they both know that they can’t really be with each other, so if on one side this increases desire, on the other deep down they are happy basking in the knowledge that they won’t have to commit.

Since I started reading ACOSF I realised that the character of Gwyn had been created to be Az’s perfect match. She is also pure and traumatised, but she is already a fighter. Elaine and Azriel don’t work well together because they are too similar where it doesn’t matter, they need a counterpart to balance them when it comes to temperament, but similar enough deep down. Gwyn sees herself as scarred, marked after what happened to her. Just like Az constantly looks at his scarred hands. Elaine is all pureness and this is what attracts him about her, but it’s not what he needs. 

Gwyn and Az are on the same journey: accept the fact that their past does not define them and that they are better people than what they think.

Lucien and Elain are on the same journey: find out who they really are and what kind of life they want.

I’m expecting something to happen between Elain and Azriel in the next book, if SJM had not shown any attraction between them I would’ve thought that maybe she was preparing something meaningful for them later on, but it’s so out there that it’s clear they are each other’s initial position of comfort and complacency, they may even bang (and I’m sure it’s going to be hot if it really happens), but it won’t get further than that. 

Az’s shadows are attracted to Gwyn, they recognise a mating bond that neither of them understands yet. 

And Elain is so focused on rejecting Lucien even when he’s not around that it’s typical SJM couple dynamic 101.

#acotar #elucien #elriel #gwynriel #azriel #azriel x gwyn #elaine x lucien #elaine #lucien #gwyn

[trumpkinhotboy]

All in good time

Pairing: Jacob Black x f!reader

Type: Not requested

Genre: Kinda fluffy i'd say

Warnings: None!

Rating: g

Requests: Open (for Narnia and Twilight, maybe?😳)

A/n: Alright, alright, I know I said this blog was going to be centralized on Narnia stuff, but lately I've really gotten back in my Twilight phase🥴 Plus, I had a really shitty week and needed a pick me up. Jacob is one of my biggest comfort characters so I felt it was only suiting. I hope you'll enjoy it😬 I suggest reading this while listening to any kind of Twilight ambiance playlist.☺Also, I know my title sucks HAHA. Couldn't think of anything better so yea, I'm sorry, but this is what you get

Update: changed my title huhu!

* gif is not mine!!

There were days that just deeply and inherently... sucked. Days where everything seemed out of rhythm, where no matter how hard you tried, it all seemed wrong; it all fell apart.

Today was one of those days. When your dad jokingly said: "Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed." you did not think it the tiniest of bit funny. When you opened one of the kitchen cabinets to get your favorite brand of cereals and found an empty box, you almost threw a full-on seven-year-old crying on the floor tantrum. Especially when you saw the half-emptied bowl sitting in the sink. Too bad, no breakfast for you this morning. Ridiculous, immature, and not changing anything? Yes, of course, but you still did it out of pure spite. As if that would punish anyone else than you.

Like any other day in Forks, it was raining, nothing awful here, if it was not for the fact that the window on the driver’s side hadn’t been properly closed. Your seat was by now totally drenched. With your pants completely soaked you rode to school, your knuckles turning white from angrily gripping the wheel. Once you arrived, it seemed that everyone was annoyingly happy and enthusiastic while you just couldn’t get out of your personal, unchangeable, black cloud. Not to help, your friends only kept making fun of your moody behavior. Could you not be taken seriously on one of your worst days?

In your least favorite class, you were horrified to see written in big letters on the board:

“20% exam!! Leave your personal effects in front of the class.”

You would have run away if it wasn’t for the flow of students coming in to push you further in the classroom. Convinced the exam was for the next week, you did not even open the pages of your manual concerning the subject. It is with panic and exasperation that you sat at your desk waiting for your doom. Did you need to add that along with all that bull crap of a day, the only person who could have made your day a little less annoying was, once again missing. No calls, no texts, no news, nothing. Probably on another mission with the rest of his mutant gang. You got to the Rez after school, hoping you would see him, but were only welcomed by Leah and Seth. It almost felt like they were waiting for you as they were sitting outside of Billy’s house. Why they were the only ones left here was a mystery for you. The pack usually always stayed together.

- “Where are the others?”

- “On some kind of mission around the lands.”

- “Is everything alright?” They nodded nonchalantly. “Then why are you two here?”

The answer Seth gave you while chewing loudly on yet, another snack, made you grith your teeth so hard he thought they were going to fall out of your mouth.

- “To protect you.”

- “I thought it was nothing, so why would I need protection?”.

- “You should talk about it with Black. He’s the one who ordered us to stay to watch over you or something.”

- “I am PERFECTLY capable of WATCHING OVER MYSELF.” you answered a little louder than expected, anger rumbling in your chest. That earned you some awkward looks from your two friends, but at this point, it didn’t even matter, you were seeing red.

Leah, never intimated by you, shrugged her shoulders. Seth looking a little bit more nervous still laughed at your display of anger. Jacob was the one assigning babysitters over you? Of course, you and he would have a little discussion, that mutt would not see it coming.

When you got back home, you called your father to warn him; there was no way you would be cooking dinner. With your luck, it wouldn’t be a surprise if you burnt the whole house down. Fortunately, he was in good mood (unfair) and answered there was no problem; he would get pizza. He got home with the box in hand and a “Hey sweet...heart”. One quick look at your rough appearance and frustrated expression and his mouth closed shut. He dropped politely, almost carefully, a plate with a slice of pizza before quickly leaving for the couch. You mostly played with the food, incapable of swallowing it down, looking at the forest many times, waiting, expecting to see a tall figure appear on its verge but nothing. Time passed, still no sign of life. There was no way that by now Leah or Seth didn’t give him your message. You had time to wash the dishes, do some homework, and get in your sweats. At 7:30 pm you gave up; he wasn’t coming. Your father was still watching TV, completely oblivious to your growing anger. You picked up his plate to put it in the sink but tripped and dropped it, the delicate plate exploded into a thousand pieces.

- “Y/n? Everything okay?”

- “Y..ea.. an accident. I’ll pick it up.”

There was a slight tremolo in your voice. That was it. Your day had been terrible with no sign of sun, and this broken plate would be your breaking point as ridiculous as it sounded. You leaned on the counter, head hanging low, feeling tears of frustration swelling up in your eyes. Taking a deep breath, you looked up; in a second you were out the back door.

- “Where you going?” you heard your father ask.

- “Getting the trash out.”

The figure backed in the woods as you rushed into them without hesitation. You smacked against something big and warm, warmer than it was normal to be, yet you had become quite accustomed to it.

- “You little piece of shit.” your index finger digging in his chest. “You weren’t even here today, and it was terrible, and you can’t do this. I do not need any PROTECTION. Oh my god, do you really think I am weak and helpless without you or Leah or Seth or ANY werewolf to protect me?!”

He didn’t interrupt your monologue, only looking at you spitting your anger out.

- “You are SO annoying. Honestly who- who do you think you- are?! I’m- I am not, I can DEFINITELY, I don’t ne-eed any-one.” Your speech was becoming less and less coherent, your emotions taking control of your mind.

Without waiting any longer for you to finish your incoherent thought, he pulled you in for one of his signature bear hugs.

- “You can’t do this to me I’m an-ang-angry...”.

- “Shhh, it’s okay.”

- “You-you weren’t there.” you gave up fighting him, wrapping your arms around his waist.

- “I’m sorry, Leah told me.”

- “Wh- why didn’t you come sooner?” you continued, sobbing.

- “Some wolf things, Paul got in trouble.“ you backed off, immediately lifting your head at the mention of one of your friends in trouble.

- “Is he okay?”

- “Of course, he is, but Sam was very upset this time.” he stroked the side of your face with a small smile. “Enough with the boys, tell me what's wrong.”

- “Everything. I left my car window opened my seat was drenched. At school, everyone was disgustingly happy and in a good mood. I did not know I had an exam, I didn’t even study the subject. And this morning, my dad half ate the rest of my favorites cereals, and then I didn’t eat anything else as a silent protest, I know that’s stupid, but”

- “You didn’t eat anything else?”

- “Yeah, but I…” you lifted your gaze to meet his disapproving one. “I mean, I must have eaten a snack at lunch today…”

- “Must have?” he looked angrier.

- “Y/n??? Where are you??”

The calling of your father interrupted your conversation; he looked in its direction.

- “You should go back inside before your dad comes out.”

- “What? No, please. Can’t you kidnap me for tonight?” he chuckled lightly.

- “Trust me, go back in, okay?”

You looked at him unsure, even though you knew he was worthy of your trust. You finally nodded before running back inside.

- “What took you so long?”

- “Oh, uh, I thought I saw something and got a little carried away.”

- “Mokay, I don’t like you being so close to the woods. We’ve still had a few complaints about some trekkers finding traces of big animals in the woods. I’d prefer you be careful, alright?” You held up a smile, thinking about your friend just outside.

- “Sure.”

You stayed in the middle of the living room, expecting, waiting to see Jacob’s next move. You expected something quick, but when ten minutes later, there were still no signs of him, you felt frustration rising again. Not sure what to do now, you sat next to your father, half paying attention to what was happening on the screen. If he just left you, he was going to pay for it. You needed him, and just like that, he was gone? Probably, got called away by Sam again. Maybe it wasn’t in his control? But if it was…

Knock. Knock.

You looked up, surprised. The door opened with a creaking sound.

- “Oh, Jacob. Hi, what are you doing here?”

- “Hi Charlie, I heard Y/n had a pretty bad day. Came to kidnap her, if that's okay?”

- “Bad day? That’s an understatement. I swear, at one point, I thought she was going to scream at me. I ate her last bowl of cereal this morning; the thing was disgusting, I only ate half of it. I don’t think that helped.” You heard your friend’s low chuckle. Your dad seemed to feel pretty guilty about his crime, which did make you feel a tad bit better. “But yeah sure. Y/n! You have a visitor.”

You walked to them, Jacob awkwardly fitting in your small house; he seemed so disproportionate with his imposing size. For once, he was wearing actual clothes, a shirt and a pair of jeans, a sign he wasn’t planning on having to transform tonight. A sign that he was planning on being entirely dedicated to you.

- “Ready to go? I’m kidnaping you.” He said that last part with a smirk, a hint to your previous request.

- “Sure.” You grabbed your coat, said goodbye to your dad, and left without waiting any longer.

First, he took you away to get some food in you. It wasn’t until your teeth were digging inside a delicious burger that you realized just how hungry you were. Jacob being the glutton that he is, ordered two cheeseburgers along with a pack of large fries. You went for a milkshake, the perfect dessert for a night like this, and took your victuals to the La Push beach. It was empty and peaceful; the sun was slowly going down, the wind just a whisper in the night. It wasn’t even that cold, but the excuse to snuggle into Jake’s wolfish warmth was too good to pass.

- “Feeling better?” he asked while wrapping his arm around your shoulders.

- “Yes. Thanks, Jake.”

- “Kidnapping mission was a success?”

- “Yes, it was.” You answered with a smile.

- “Alright.” He muttered under his breath, looking in the distance.

You stayed for a while in comfortable silence, simply enjoying the other’s presence.

- “So, what were you saying about me not being there today, like that made your day worst?”

His question took you by surprise. A look at his cocky expression was all it took you to punch him in the ribs as hard as you could.

- “You wish idiot.”

He laughed at your attack, he probably didn't even feel a thing but leveled his face with yours in all seriousness.

- “You can avoid this conversation for now since you had a shit day and all, but keep in mind, it’s not over.”

- “And you keep in mind that our discussion about you ordering werewolves to stay behind to protect me, is not over. You won’t get away easily with that one Black.”

He laughed again, visibly amused with your threat. You laughed too but were slightly less amused. These two conversations were important ones, although one you apprehended way more. You looked at Jacob's happy expression and felt a fuzzy feeling warming your body. No, right now was not the time for such serious topics.

All in good time, right?

...

Tagging my two gals because they know how nervous I was😭...@imjustdreamingig @gonzalezyon I did it gals🥺 I hope you'll like it, thank you so much for your support💕💕

#ilya writes ❤ #jacob black #jacob black x f!reader #jacob black x reader #jacob black fic #twilight #taylor lautner #twilight saga #wolves #werewolves

[missymurphy1985]

The Groupie (part three)

Cillian has just turned 30, and has no children. Reader is a fan, has been since day one and is a plus size girl. I myself am a UK size 16, so I hope I don't offend anyone with my story (I'm writing about my own insecurities a little here so be kind please).

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A year had passed since that night. A year of you going through some serious soul searching. You'd become comfortable with yourself - to the point you were genuinely happy with your mind and your body, curves and all. You'd even been on dates - it surprised you when the men you'd been out with confessed they actually preferred a girl with a figure like yours.

You'd even began a university course in London, studying for a PhD in Psychology and Mental Health. You'd been to hell and back in your own kind, and made it through the other side. Now you wanted to help others achieve the same.

To help fun your course, you'd taken on work at a live jazz bar in Camden Town in the evenings and weekends. The music was always incredible, and you were allowed to wear 50s style dresses that accentuated your curves perfectly. Along with a slick new bobbed haircut and your favourite red lipstick, you relished in your new found life and emotional freedom. You had a new group of friends that you shared a flat with in Kilburn, and the regulars in the bar treated you like family. Life was perfect, a far cry from where you were just 12 months earlier. You'd also stayed off social media - and stopped following the career of the man that broke your heart.

It was one Saturday night, when your shift had not long started, when you were suddenly catapulted straight back to that morning.

"What can I get you?" You asked over the dimly lit bar. The man turned quickly without looking at you and ordered a Guinness. You froze. That voice... You'd know it anywhere... You swallowed the lump in your throat and poured his drink, carefully so as not to spill any. Praying to all that was holy that he wouldn't recognise you..

You placed it on the bar, holding a hand out as he placed a crisp £5 note in your hand, still not turning round. You handed him his change, which is when his eyes finally met yours. He did a quick double take, and you were just as quick to move onto the next customer.

You felt his eyes on you all evening and couldn't help but smile to yourself. Not that you'd ever show him that. You'd served him a couple of times through the course of the evening and was proud of yourself for not acknowledging him once.

Your shift came to an end around 10pm, and your flatmates soon joined you at the bar for a few drinks. Your best friend and flatmate Ella was due onstage any second, and as much as part of you wanted to crawl under the crowd and hide at home you couldn't miss her debut performance.

She came onstage a few minutes after you left your post behind the bar and sank into your seat in a booth with the rest of the Flat 76 crew. Your mojito in hand, you cheered with the rest of them as hour friend took to the mic and started to sing an Amy Winehouse classic.

"Y/n?" You turned at the sound of your name, and froze when those ice blue eyes made contact with yours. You ignored him, and turned your attention back to the stage. Your heart was pounding in your chest as you continued to ignore him.

"Y/n... I think Cillian Murphy is talking to you...." Your friend Stacey nudged you.

"Don't be ridiculous, Stace, he's clearly mixed me up with someone else."

"Y/n, for the love of God will you talk to me?!" His voice was louder now as he shouted across the table. Your friends looked between the two of you, stunned. You turned to face him and fought against your heart to stop yourself from bursting into tears. You stood up and walked over to him.

"I have absolutely nothing to say to you. Now leave me alone." You turned to walk away but he grabbed your wrist. Wrenching your hand back, your other hand quickly moved, slapping his cheek. A years worth of pent up anger and frustration buried deep in your damp eyes as he staggered backwards into a tall table, fortunately no one was sat on it and after a quick glance around it appeared no one had noticed either. Your friends on the other hand, saw everything and their faces wore matching open-mouthed expressions.

"What the fuck?!" He yelled, rubbing his cheek and grabbing your elbow, dragging you over to the restroom hallway. Once you were alone your emotions got the better of you.

"What's the matter? A hundred Euro not enough? Come back to see if you can double your money huh?!" You yelled at him, his face a picture of both anger and confusion.

"The fuck are you talking about? A hundred what?"

"Neve told me about your little wager Cillian - I hope you spent the money well! Tell me, what did you buy with it? New shoes? Fancy new shirt?"

"Wager? Neve? The fuck?"

"I'm not stupid Cillian - there's no way you'd be seen out in public with someone like me and that's okay!! I've come to terms with it, and I'm fine! I'm happier now than I've ever fucking been and NONE of it is down to you!!!"

"Will you stop fucking talking, and listen to me!!!" His voice loud, the Cork accent breaking through and stopping you in your tracks.

"Neve was trying to get with me from the first day of that production. Flirty comments, making excuses to be near me, it was fucking horrendous! I knew she wasn't interested in me, just wanted to boost her fucking career. I made it clear I wasn't interested immediately but she wasn't getting the message. Seeing me with you sent her fucking crazy! I never ONCE made any kind of wager about you or anyone else! I barely spoke to her by the end of the show run unless I absolutely had to!"

"You would say that wouldn't you? Irresistible Cillian Murphy, woman falling at your feet!"

"For fucks sake... You followed me for ten years. Ten years! Ever known me fuck around?"

"No..."

"One night stands?"

You shook your head.

"Scandals?"

"Well no... But..."

"But nothing!!! I'm not, nor have I ever been, THAT guy!"

You looked into his eyes.. he looked genuine. But you couldn't let yourself go back to that person you were before. That girl was weak. That girl was naive and stupid. You straightened your back and mentally reminded yourself of how far you'd come.

"What do you want from me Cillian?"

"Just you. It's always been you, y/n."

"Bullshit..." You scoffed, shaking your head.

"What do I need to do to prove it to you?"

"I can't answer that Cillian. I don't know."

"Come back to mine? We can talk properly?" You pulled back, almost laughing and shaking your head, immediately questioning his intentions.

"I'm not going anywhere with you. I'm going back to my friends and watching the rest of the show. I never want to see you again." You turned on your heels and walked back into the bar area, rejoining your friends at the table who were all staring at you. Full of questions that you'd never give the answers to. You didn't look back at him once.

All that talk, and all he was interested in was getting you back to his to use you all over again?

Not this time Cillian, not this time.

#cillian murphy #cillian smut #cillian x fem!reader #cillian fanfic #cillian x smut #cillian murphy x smut

[ayybtch]

Snickerdoodles

Wanda Maximoff x f!Reader, Baker!AU + Friends to Lovers

Chapter 2 of Made With Love

Word Count: 3,198

Chapter Warnings: so sweet it’ll give you a cavity, some not so subtle wlw yearning from the reader, and a brief little moment of angst that will make you want to hug Wanda

A/N: A special thank you to @thefallenbibliophilequote for giving this a beta read for me! Dividers made by @firefly-graphics

You were sitting at home watching TV when your phone lit up with a text notification from Wanda. You smiled and leaned over to grab your phone. 

Bucky is asking about chocolate chip cookies again. He’s driving me nuts!

You chuckled at the message as you typed out a reply, I’m not sure if I should be flattered or annoyed for your sake at how persistent he is. Though, we should probably take it as a sign you’re due for another baking lesson. How do snickerdoodles sound? 

Wanda agreed almost immediately and the two of you worked out a time for later that week. 

Mindlessly, you scrolled back up and started rereading some of your old conversations. It had been just over two weeks since Wanda had found her way into the bakery and made her disastrous batch of chocolate chip cookies. She had texted you not long after she left the bakery that night and the two of you had texted sporadically since. Her texts had started off very polite, if not outright formal. 

Hi. It’s Wanda. I know I sound like a broken record, but I really do appreciate what you did today.

That had been her first message. Since then, the messages gradually became more casual. Most recently she had sent you a video Sam had recorded of Bucky begging her to make cookies on their flight home from a mission with nothing more than a series of eye-roll emojis. 

It was strange having a superhero take time out of her day to text you. Though, you couldn't deny the fact that each time she did, it left you grinning like an idiot. It’s not that you think poorly of yourself or that you thought you weren’t worthy of being friends with someone like her; it had far more to do with how unexpected it was. In fact, the whole process of meeting her was unexpected. How many other people alive were lucky enough to say that an Avenger casually walked into their kitchen asking to bake cookies? 

And how many people could say they had anyone, let alone an Avenger, smile at them the way Wanda smiled at you? 

You groaned at your own stupidity and forced yourself to put your phone down. That was enough ridiculousness for the day. You didn’t need to feed into this silly little crush you were developing. Wanda was your friend, nothing more. 

It was three days later when Wanda finally walked back into the bakery. She stepped inside right as you finished tying your apron around your waist. You greeted her with a bright smile, which she returned in kind. 

“Hey, how has your day been?” you asked. 

She shrugged, “It’s been a day but something tells me it’s about to get better.” 

You tried not to show how flustered her words made you and rushed over to the sink to wash your hands. Wanda stood next to you and waited patiently for her turn. While she was washing her hands, you started speaking. 

“Okay so, snickerdoodles are the best cookies in existence and are stupid easy to make. Most of the process is similar to what we did for chocolate chip cookies, but there are a few differences. Why don’t we start off with having you refamiliarize yourself with where everything is in here?” You hand her the recipe you had written out for her, “Here you go. Grab everything you can find.”

Wanda read through the list carefully and was soon rummaging through the cabinets. She set each ingredient on the counter next to you as she found it until it looked like she had most of her items, but she kept pausing to reread the list. Her eyebrows were furrowed together as she turned to look back into the fridge, only to come back to the counter empty-handed.

 Her expression was a mixture of confusion and determination at the same time as her eyes focused on the ingredient list. It shouldn’t have been as cute as it was, but you couldn’t help but stare at the woman in front of you. It was almost shocking how green they were. Even when sad, her eyes were filled with warmth and kindness. Her mouth twisted slightly and drew your attention downwards. Were they naturally that pink? Or had she lucked out and found the most perfect shade of pink lipstick? They looked so soft and plump too, perfect lips for kissing...

You snapped back into focus as she said your name. “I’m sorry what was that? My mind drifted.”

She smiled and repeated herself. “The only things I’m missing are Crisco and cream of tartar. I looked in the fridge for the cream of tartar, but I didn’t see it and I have no idea where to begin with Crisco.”

You nodded as you walked towards one of the cabinets, opening it up as you began to speak. “I like your reasoning behind the cream of tartar, but unfortunately its name is a bit misleading. It’s a powder so it’s in the same cabinet as the cinnamon and sugar. The Crisco is up here too.”

You grabbed both items and set them next to the rest of the ingredients. Wanda picked up the can of Crisco and looked at it curiously. 

“What is vegetable shortening?” she asked. She opened up the can and stared at the white solid inside. “It almost looks like butter, but it’s also so white it almost looks like plastic?” The confusion on her face perfectly matched the confusion that seeped into her voice. 

You nodded along as she spoke, “It’s kind of like butter, which you can also use for this recipe if you wanted to. I think they turn out better when you make them with Crisco personally so I’ll only use butter if I’m in a pinch.

“Okay, so now we’re going to measure out two cups of Crisco into the mixer and start creaming it. From there we’ll gradually start adding in the sugar, cream of tartar, salt, and baking soda.”

Wanda nodded and got to work. As she scooped out the Crisco and smushed it into the measuring cup, she made a face that had you grinning.

“What’s with the look?”

She made it again as she continued working. “Don’t laugh at me, but it feels funny. I know it’s not that different from butter, but I usually don’t have to touch butter this much to figure out the amount! It’s gross.”

You didn’t laugh but continued to grin for the entire time she measured out the Crisco. A sigh of relief left her as she finally finished with the Crisco and got to wash her hands.

“These better be the best cookies on the planet after making me touch that,” she said, giving you a teasing look.

A sheepish smile spread across your face as she spoke. “I hate to tell you this...but you’re going to end up touching the cookie dough again. Like, you are going to be touching it a lot.” You cut off her groan and continued to the next step in the recipe, “Now we’re going to add the eggs and milk.” 

She nodded and began measuring out how much milk she needed. Once that was done, the eggs were added in and she turned the mixer back on. She waited a few minutes before turning the mixer back off. “Time for the flour now, yes?” she asked, turning to face you. You nodded and she began measuring it out.

After the last of the flour was added, she reached for the switch on the mixer.

Before you even thought to remind her to start slow, the mixer was going full speed and flour was flying everywhere. Wanda rushed to turn it off but by the time she did, she was covered head to toe in a dusting of flour. 

She stared over at you with wide eyes for a moment before bursting out laughing. 

You had heard her laugh before, but never like this. This was full-bellied, tears running down her face laughter. It was the most beautiful sound you had ever heard. Hell, you were willing to bet it was the most beautiful sound you’d ever be fortunate enough to hear. Soon you were laughing along with her.

Each time the laughter started to die, Wanda looked down at her clothing and burst out laughing all over again. It took almost five minutes for the two of you to calm down enough to even start to think about getting back to the cookies. 

“Well, I guess I’m doing laundry after this.” She shook her head rapidly and more flour came floating down off her hair, making her giggle. “And I think a shower might also be in order.” 

You started laughing again at her words. “We’ll have to get you an apron to help protect your clothes. Though, if you keep turning a mixer on to full speed like that it still won’t do you much good,” you teased. 

Wanda stuck out her tongue in response before slowly starting the mixer back up. She stared into the bowl as the flour began to mix in with the rest of the ingredients and her face twisted.

“How do we know that there’s enough flour still in there with how much just flew out?” 

You just shrugged, “I wouldn’t worry about it too much. If it’s too sticky when we start trying to form the balls we’ll add in some more.”

The dough mixed for another couple of minutes before Wanda turned it off. You leaned over and pinched off a tiny piece of the dough and rolled it around in your hands before popping it into your mouth. 

A satisfied hum left your mouth and you nodded enthusiastically. “It’s perfect,” you said. “No need for anything extra.” You reached into a drawer and grabbed two spoons before handing one to Wanda. 

“So what we’re going to do now is roll them into small little balls about an inch in size. Once they’re as round as we can get them, we’re going to roll them around in the cinnamon and sugar.” You gestured towards the two bowls in front of you. “Any questions?”

Wanda shook her head no and the two of you got to work.

It didn’t take long for Wanda to get the hang of making the individual rolls and coating them evenly in the cinnamon and sugar mixture. A comfortable silence fell over you as the first batch was placed on the baking trays.

“So, what made you want to become a baker?”

You smiled as you answered, “My parents both cooked a lot when I was growing up so being in the kitchen is like second nature to me. My dad and I spent a lot of time baking together around the holidays and as I got older, I was put in charge of making whatever treats we wanted. By the time I graduated high school, I couldn’t see myself doing anything else.” Wanda nodded along as you spoke. “What about you? What did you want to be before you became a superhero?” 

“Definitely not a baker,” she teased, a grin spreading across her face. You chuckled and she continued. “I wanted to be a lot of different things, but one of the most consistent things was being an actress. I always thought it would be fun to star in a cheesy sitcom.” 

You grinned at the thought. “You’d make a great sitcom character! Though it would be such a waste of great material if your character could bake. Between the salt last time and the flour just a minute ago, you’ve naturally got some great material right here.” 

“If you don’t stop that, I will throw this cookie dough at you,” she groaned. You wiggled your eyebrows at her words. 

“You know, that has to be one of the least threatening things someone has ever said to me,” you teased. 

She groaned again and changed topics. “So how did you end up working here? It’s not exactly your average place to start looking for a baking job.”

You laughed and nodded along. She had a point, this was a very strange place to work in general but especially for someone who bakes for a living.  “Technically, I don’t actually work for SHIELD. I’m just on loan from Stark Industries. ” She looked over at you curiously so you continued.

“I catered an event once that Tony went to, back in his pre-Iron Man days. He offered me a stupid amount of money to come work for him so I did. Right around the time he started working closely with SHIELD, I had some...creative differences with one of the other bakers he had employed so I was able to transfer over here.” 

Wanda had all but stopped working as you spoke. “What do you mean by ‘creative differences’? How do bakers have creative differences?” 

“It’s more of a euphemism than anything. She was my ex. We broke up and it was just a little rocky working with her after that, you know? We were still professional and all, but there was enough underlying tension that I didn’t hesitate to apply when they told us about this position.” 

She nodded and slowly started working again. A few moments of silence passed before she spoke again. 

“Well, I’m sorry that things didn’t work out between you and her. Breakups are never easy.” Her voice was gentle and honest, which made you smile.

“Nah, don’t be sorry. People don’t work out sometimes and that’s okay.” You couldn’t help but laugh as you continued, “Besides, she thinks snickerdoodles taste better when you make them with butter. I don’t need that kind of negativity in my life.”

The two of you burst out laughing and the conversation resumed.

Almost an hour later, six dozen cookies were carefully being set into plastic baggies for Wanda to carry back to the Avengers quarters. Each batch had cooked up perfectly and you couldn’t help but melt at the proud look on Wanda’s face. With every batch that came out just as perfect as the last, her confidence grew until she was smiling so brightly she overpowered everything else in the room. 

As she finished sealing the last bag, a satisfied hum left her and she turned to face you. 

“Once again, I don’t even know where to begin thanking you. Not only for the cookies but for the time we spent together this afternoon. It’s not often that I meet people who treat me like a normal person.” Her voice was dripping with gratitude as she spoke and your face felt hot. 

“Once again,” you teased, mirroring her words, “There is nothing to be thanking me for. I’m always happy to help when and where I can. But, we should probably at least try the cookies first before anything else.”

Wanda nodded enthusiastically and quickly pulled two cookies back out of the baggies. She handed you one before grabbing hers and taking her first bite. 

She let out a satisfied hum as she chewed. “This is the best cookie I have ever tasted in my life,” she mumbled, her hand coming up to cover her mouth as she spoke. She paused abruptly and her eyes suddenly went wide. “Oh my god, I’m turning into Bucky!” she groaned, “I did not just moan over a cookie and talk with my mouth full. What is wrong with me?”

You couldn’t help but laugh. “Hey, if you’re going to moan and talk while you eat because of a cookie, this is the cookie to do it. I do think we’ll have to find something a little more challenging than cookies for you next time, though.”

Her eyes lit up in excitement. “What about bread? Could we do bread next?”

“Six successful batches of cookies and you think you’re ready for bread now, huh?” you teased. 

Wanda took the teasing in stride and responded just as cheekily, “I don’t mean to brag or anything, but I do know how to make the most incredible snickerdoodles and chocolate chip cookies on the planet now. So you better watch out or I might just end up coming for your job.” 

You grinned, “I’d like to see you try.” 

The two of you continued to giggle at each other’s nonsense as Wanda washed her hands and began collecting the bags in her arms. “So, we’ll figure out something soon yeah?” 

You nodded and moved to open the door for her as you spoke. “Definitely! It most likely won’t be bread though, I hate to break it to you.” 

Wanda rolled her eyes dramatically, but the smile on her face showed she was anything but upset. The two of you said your goodbyes and she made her way out of the bakery.

As you crawled into bed that night, you couldn’t help but replay the conversations in your head. Talking with Wanda had been the most exciting social interaction you had in years. She was so genuinely interested in getting to know you and asked you so many questions about yourself, but was never shy about answering questions about herself in turn. 

“So what’s it like being an Avenger?” you asked, unable to hold back your curiosity any longer. 

She paused and shrugged, “Honestly, it’s really not as great as some people make it out to be. I know that I should be grateful for the opportunity to make a difference and for having the ability to keep people safe, but more often than not the bad outweighs the good.” She paused for a moment before continuing, “You don’t always get the bad guys and so many people still accuse me of being one of them. There are always so many cameras pointed at me. Sometimes it feels like I can’t breathe.” 

You nodded, sympathy rising in your chest. “I can’t imagine what that’s like. I know my opinion probably doesn’t count for much, but I don’t think you’re a bad guy; I don’t think you ever really were.”

Her smile was blinding as she replied, “Your opinion means everything.”

That had been one of the more serious moments, though the majority of it had been filled with laughter. At one point, she had started trying to teach you some basic words in Sokovian. You stumbled over the words repeatedly, but she continued to be nothing but patient and supportive. The buzzing of your phone drew your thoughts away from Wanda momentarily, only to see a text from her.

I keep thinking about what you said earlier today. I think you’re right.

You stared at the message with confusion as you hastily typed out a response, I am right, but remind me what I’m right about?

Three dots appeared on the screen then disappeared. A minute later, a message appeared. 

They’re better with Crisco. I haven’t tried them with butter but I don’t need to. You’re also right in that you don’t need the “butter Snickerdoodles are better” negativity in your life. You deserve nothing but the best.

#wanda maximoff x you #wanda maximoff x reader #Wanda maximoff x y/n #wanda maximoff fanfiction #Made With Love Masterlist

[toomanystoriessolittletime]

The baker’s daughter

Summary: Mydra never thought she would end up in the local brothel, but after her father died, and she was too young to take over his business as the local baker, she found herself agreeing to what was proposed to her. So she lived at the local brothel, watching the girls and boys work, observing, until one day she finally would be ready to let one man be her first. That she would form somewhat of a friendship with the Prince of Dorne was as surprising to her as it was to him.

Wordcount: 4k+

Pairing: Oberyn Martell x OFC

Warnings: soft Oberyn, mentions of prostitution, loss of virginity, smut, slight voyerism (?)

A/N: With the intention of writing the flilthiest Oberyn smut there ever was naturally my brain made me write the softest Oberyn ever (probably) sorry. Also wow, me writing for Game of Thrones (kinda) who would have thought of that? lol

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When she thought about her future when she was little, Mydra thought that she would maybe become a baker. She used to love baking with her father. He was all the family she had left after her mother had died at childbirth. Until he died only a little over a year ago and her life changed in a matter of weeks. She was too young to take over her father's profession and she didn’t know much about it. 

So when she was approached by a woman one day, about to become homeless, she found herself agreeing to something she had never seen for herself:Becoming a whore.

Mydra never had even kissed a boy. Or a girl when she was brought to the brothel. Fortunately, that didn’t change right away. She was just there to observe a silent pair of eyes in the shadowy corners as she watched girls with whom Mydra had become friends please not only men but women.

The thought of selling her body for pleasure wasn’t as strange as it was in the beginning the longer she watched. She felt herself wondering how it felt to please a man. How it felt to be touched. To be so desperate for release that she begged.

She had an arrangement that all the virgin girls had with the Lady of the house. She got to choose the first client whenever she was ready. All the girls at the brothel were there of their free will, free to leave whenever they should choose. Only a small number of girls chose to do so. And the longer she watched the more she didn’t saw herself leaving.

Until the Prince walked in one night.

She had heard rumors about him. Of course, she had. He was the most handsome man she had ever laid her eyes on. And oh the way he gave himself to not only the girls but the boys. He not only was beautiful and charming, but he did also know exactly what he wanted. 

It was the third time he had come in when he spotted her in her corner, watching. It was the first time someone had even acknowledged her existence. 

His eyes had never left hers as he continued to hold on to the girl who was riding him and she had never felt this aroused before in her life. The moment he reached his peak would forever be burned into her memory, his groan reaching her ears. It was the first time she ever felt a sting of jealousy for only being a silent observant. She wanted to be the girl in his lap, his cock buried deep inside her untouched cunt. 

“I’ve never seen you before…” he had caught her by surprise as she tended to fill the bowls with fresh berries and sweets in the common area. 

“I’ve been here for a while your highness.” she smiled shyly. He was dressed in gold, his chest only barely covered by his tunics.

“Then I’d like to apologize for not noticing you earlier, my flower.” he hummed, his hand reaching for one of the big strawberries she had just gotten out. Mesmerized she watched as he brought it to his lips, his tongue daring out to catch the sweet nectar.

His lips twitched into a small grin seeing her flustered. She looked young. Maybe too young to be working in a place such as this. He wondered if it had been her choice to stay here. Her beauty was almost breathtaking and he wondered how she would blossom in a couple of years when she truly became a woman. He saw her blush and shyly look away from him.

“What is your name, my flower?” he asked.

“Mydra, but…” she stopped herself before continuing, scared of overstepping. 

“But?” Oberyn asked.

“I like it when you call me my flower,” she whispered.

The prince smiled at her warmly. “Then I shall continue to do so, my flower.”

She wasn’t there in the room the next time the prince came to seek release. She had been in another room, yet he found her after, sitting on the big balcony watching the stars. She had not been able to stop thinking about the handsome prince. Mydra had only talked to him for a little while but it didn’t take more time to confirm the rumors about him. He was a gentle and kind man. The way he looked at her made her feel like she was the only person in the world. No one had ever looked at her like that.

“My prince if I may be so bold?” she asked one night. It seemed like a routine. He came into the brothel to seek a quick release only to spend hours with Mydra afterward just talking. He was fascinated by the young woman. Her mind too sharp to be working in a place like this. Not that he had anything against brothels. He was one of their best paying customers after all. But Mydra fascinated him. She was as stunning as she was intelligent. He caught himself thinking about her more often. Imagining her as he sought release in another woman. He knew the rules in this place. Mydra had to be still untouched. A virgin. And something about knowing that no man before had ever laid hands on her was as soothing as it was intriguing. 

“You may, my flower.” he smiled, leaning closer. He could see that she was nervous, fiddling with her hands, not meeting his eyes. Slowly he tilted her chin up so she had to look into his eyes. He was so close. She just had to lean in to kiss him. She had been wondering if it was normal for the prince to spend this much time out in the night, not in the safety of his own chambers. But she liked him. He had always been nice to her.

On some level, he felt like a friend. Her only friend. The girls at the brothel asked her about his intentions in spending this much time for her without seeking the comfort of release in her. And frankly, she did too.

“I was wondering if it’s usual to befriend a whore without actually seeking…” she searched for the fright word “physical release?” she asked, sucking her bottom lip in. Oberyn was surprised by her boldness, yet not surprised at all at the same time. He had been with many women before to be able to read their body language. He could see her goosebumps whenever he touched her arm, her hard nipples under her silk tunic and he more than often asked himself if she would be as wet as he was aroused around her.

“My flower… You’re not a whore.” he kept his fingers on her chin, as he looked deep into her eyes. “Not yet at least. You have never been with a woman or a man before, have you?” 

“I haven’t.” She whispered, confirming what he had known for weeks and months. 

“So you are just a girl living in a brothel until you decide someone is worthy of showing you the wonders of physical release.” he smiled softly.

“What… Why did you never ask for me when you come in here?” she genuinely wanted to know. Because for weeks her dreams were filled with nothing but the prince.

“Because it is you who has to ask, my flower,” he whispered and she swallowed. 

“And know that if you would ask, I would decline,” he added and she could practically feel her heart breaking. Of course, the Prince of Dorne wasn’t interested in a virgin wannabe whore such as herself.

“I would decline because you my flower deserve to be bedded in the most delicate of sheets. You deserve to be bathed in affection and you deserve to be loved not fucked like some whore.” She gasped at his words. He slowly leaned in and she was sure her heart stopped beating when his smooth lips brushed softly over hers.

“I would give you the world, Mydra. All you have to do is ask me for it.” he smiled.

A wave of feelings seemed to crash over her at his words. Did he mean it? Did he really mean his words? The longer she stayed here, the more she knew this wasn’t what she wanted from life. She didn’t know exactly what she wanted, but she didn’t want to be a woman of the night. Sleeping with everyone willing to pay for her. 

She made the decision a while ago but hadn’t told anyone, too scared to be judged even though all she received in these walls was kindness. 

And then there was Oberyn. Yes, he was a friend, but every time he came in to seek release from someone else her heart seemed to break even though she knew it would only be a little while before he would find her, to spend the next hours talking with her. She had never been in love, but the more time she spends with him, the more she thought that maybe what she felt for him was love.

A silly thought. The prince and a baker's daughter who had been thinking about becoming a whore to save her life.

“What is going on in that head of yours?” Oberyn asked, watching her closely.

“It’s silly…” she shook her head.

“Nothing you ever say will be silly, my flower,” he assured her.

“Is that a challenge?” she grinned and Oberyn chuckled.

“If you seek one, yes.” 

She breathed in deep.

“My prince, I fear I will not be able to… agree to what you propose as my heart is not strong enough to share what I have no right in to be mine,” she whispered. Oberyn’s heart stuttered at her words before he smiled softly.

“Then your heart shall not have to share, my love.”

My love. She blinked at him, her heart fluttering as she registered his words.

“But you’re the Prince of Dorne. Surely there are rules. If I understand what you implied correctly… I… Oberyn I don’t think… I… You could… We could never…”

“Breathe for a moment and listen to me?” he pleaded, reaching for her hands. She nodded, concentrating on his breathing.

“I do not care if you are a princess, a whore, or a baker's daughter. I have been fascinated with you the first time my eyes found yours, hidden in the darkness, observing the passion of the moment. But it was only after we started to talk that I knew I wouldn’t be able to keep away. Do you know why it is that I come in nearly every night, seeking out other girls instead of you?” She shook her head as she listened.

“Because deep down I know I’m not worthy of you, my love.” One of his hands came up to caress her cheek as she frowned.

“I’m not a good man. I kill, I cheat, I fuck. You are so pure, my flower. You don’t know about the ruthlessness that this world can be.” he shook his head.

“But I can’t stop thinking about you. At night, when I’m alone I’m wondering if you’re happy. When I eat I question if you had something to eat. When I walk through the gardens, I wonder which flower would be your favorite. All my thoughts throughout the day are filled with you." 

Tears gathered in the corner of her eyes at his words.

“You’re the best man I’ve ever met.” she smiled a little, making him laugh.

“How many men have you actually talked to yet?”

“It doesn’t matter.” she shook her head. “What if I want to ask you to be my first?” she whispered.

“Then you would have to agree with my terms as well,” he answered.

“And what terms are those?” she asked, getting closer to him.

“There’s only two. The first one is that I also intend to be your last. Don’t get me wrong, you and I would be allowed to seek out pleasure in the arms of another if wanted but only if we’re both present.” he said and she swallowed, breathing in deep. Bold she crossed her arms in his neck as he turned towards her.

“What is the second term?” She breathed.

“That you agree to become my wife,” he whispered.

The following weeks went by in a haste. Mydra had moved to the Old Palace joining Oberyn in his quarters. She really had agreed to become his wife. The Princess of Dorne. Lady Martell. 

She didn’t know what to expect but Oberyn had assured her that everyone would welcome her with open arms. The only concern that has ever been voiced was by Ellaria, when she visited. Oberyn and her had still a strong bond, not only because of their daughters but because of the love they still shared. They had grown apart after many years together, yet the woman was still looking out for him. Ellaria had taken her aside one day to take a walk through the gardens.

“You’re so young. Are you sure you want to become the wife of a prince?” She had asked. Mydra had only smiled at her.

“I didn’t agree to marry him to become the wife of a prince. I agreed to marry him because he is the man I love. Deeply. That he is the Prince of Dorne is only a side note for me.” 

“And what about children?” Ellaria had asked.

“I never thought about children and we didn’t talk about it yet. Though I probably wouldn’t deny him if he asked.” Mydra shrugged. “Which doesn’t mean I won’t love his daughters as if they were my own.” Even though she was only by a few years older than his oldest.

“You really love him.” Ellaria mused.

“I really do.”

It was the day before the wedding she sneaked out after dinner to go to the roof of the palace. It had quickly become her favorite place, overlooking the whole town. She still felt like she was in a dream. She prayed she would never wake up. Mydra was about to become the Princess of Dorne, marrying the man she loved more than anything.

Oberyn had made right to his terms. From the day he had taken her out of the brothel he had never set foot into this or any other brothel again. He hadn’t made love to her yet, but that didn’t mean they hadn’t shared the bed from the moment she agreed to live with him and become his.

Innocent touches grew more passionate over the weeks. Only this morning she woke up with his head nested between her thighs, just before she called out his name in a soft moan as she reached her peak. He was a master and knew exactly what to do to make her see stars. But Mydra was a quick learner. It was only a couple of days ago that she sank onto her knees in front of him as he stood outside on his balcony, looking down at his people as she wrapped her hot lips around his half hard cock, sucking until he shot his load down her throat.

She couldn’t wait to finally be his.

“There you are my flower.” She heard his deep voice behind her as she leaned over the walls of the roof, looking down at the people celebrating the night before the big wedding. Her wedding. She felt Oberyn on her back, as his arms pulled her with her back against his chest, kissing her temple as she looked down.

“They’re happy to get a new princess,” he whispered, kissing down her neck. Mydra closed her eyes, tilting her head, to give him more space as she melted against him.

“I’m just happy to marry the man that I love,” she whispered, her hands coming down over his on her stomach. 

“Oh, how lucky I am. An old man stealing the most beautiful girl in the seven kingdoms and trapping her with me.” he teased and she chuckled. Turning in his arm, she crossed her arms in his neck, her hands playing with the dark curls of his hair. He loved it when her fingernails lightly scratched his scalp.

“It is me who is the lucky one. Only weeks ago I was without family and without a real home and now I have both and a man who I love. I have so much to be thankful for.” She smiled softly. Oberyn leaned down, capturing her lips in a longing kiss.

“I can’t wait to have you for myself. I’m going to make sure you feel me for days…” he whispered against her lips.

“Promises promises.” she teased, gasping when one of his hands on her ass pulled her close, rolling his hips against her.

“I’m a man of my word, my love.” he grinned, kissing her neck.

“Then why did you leave me waiting for so long, my prince?” she asked, biting her lip to keep herself from moaning as he went deeper.

“Because anticipation is a virtue,” he murmured, pushing the thin fabric over her left breast to the side before he closed his lips around her already hard nipple. She threw her head back, her hands still in his hair as he nipped on her hard nub.

“Oberyn…” she gasped.

“You, my love need to sleep. We have a big day tomorrow,” he whispered against the valley of her breast before he pulled the fabric in its original setting.

“You’re not the red viper, you’re the devil.” She teased.

“Oh if only you knew….” He pecked her on the lips before he led her to her shared chambers.

The day seemed to run buy in seconds. From the moment Mydra opened her eyes in the morning, woken up by her husband-to-be with kisses all over her face to the moment they shared their vows. 

Mydra was wearing a golden silk dress that made her truly feel like a princess. Oberyn’s eyes hadn’t left hers for the entire day. His hands were always connected to her body. They shared kisses throughout the whole day. Oberyn was her husband. Her prince. Her life. She still couldn’t wrap her head around how much had changed since she agreed to be his. Of course, she had also heard the whispers about her. One doesn’t just marry the Prince of Dorne knowing his reputation. But she never doubted him for once. Oberyn was everything but a liar. 

“Are you tired yet, my wife?” she heard Oberyn. Turning to her side he smiled down at her. He had left her shortly to say goodnight to his daughters. He winked at her and she felt a nervous knot in her belly. 

“Now that you’re asking, I do feel rather sleepy, husband.” she took his hand, helping her up with the many layers of silk she wore.

“Then we shall let the festivities continue.” he smiled, leaning in. “And have our private celebration in our chambers.” he kissed her deeply and she grinned against his lips, the cheers around them making both of them chuckle.

The way to their chambers took some time as they stole sweet kisses from each other. Oberyn couldn’t remember the last time he had been this happy. Seeing his wife dressed in his colors, now fully knowing she was his, made him feel like a young stallion again. He opened the door to their chambers, pulling her into his arms as she giggled against his neck. She pushed the door closed behind them.

“What now, my love?” she asked a teasing smile on her lips. He set her down on their bed, leaning over her.

“Now…” he leaned down, both hands next to her face as she looked up. “Now I'm going to fuck you until you can’t walk, my flower.” He kissed her. “This is what you wanted for weeks, is it not?” 

“Yes, my prince.” she gasped, her hands on his chest, pushing under his garments to reveal his tanned skin.

“My needy little flower.” he hummed, kissing down her body, slowly peeling the layers of the fabric of her dress away, revealing her body to him. She pushed his garments off his shoulders, leaning up herself to kiss his chest. Oberyn smiled, standing up and pulling the skirts of her dress down, leaving her completely naked laying on their bed.

“No undergarments. What a naughty girl you are.” He shook his head with a smirk. She bit her lip as she watched him.

“Maybe I should have insisted on a third term.” he pushed his pants from his hips, leaving him naked in front of her.

“What shall be the third term?” she whispered, sliding farther onto the bed as he kneeled on the bed.

“No undergarments for the rest of our lives,” he smirked, his hand bringing her ankle to his lips, as he slowly kissed up her leg. 

“Maybe I’ll agree to your third term.” he heard Mydra say. He looked up at her with dark eyes. 

“Name yours then.” he grinned, kissing her public bone.

“Just love me,” she whispered.

“Forever,” he promised before he settled down between her thighs. He wasn’t in a rush. He wanted her to remember this day for many years to come. Teasing her with featherlight kisses on her outer lips, she wiggled beneath him. One of his hands came up to grab hers, as he finally licked one long strip through her cunt. She squeezed his hand, a low moan coming over her lips. 

“Sing for me, my love,” he murmured before his lips closed around her clit. 

“Oberyn…” she gasped, her other hand in his hair, as she pushed her hips up meeting his movements.

“That’s it. Cum for me.” he flattened his tongue, flicking it until he heard the familiar whimper of his wife as she came undone. He would gladly spend the rest of his life between her thighs.

“My love…” he murmured, pressing one last kiss to her cunt before he crawled up kissing her deeply. She moaned when she tasted herself on his lips, her hands on both sides of his face.

“Make love to me my prince,” she whispered, her hand finding his already leaking cock pumping it slowly. He kissed her again, before he replaced her hand with his, lining himself up.

“I’ll be gentle. If you want me to stop, just say the word,” he whispered, kissing her nose, making her smile.

“I trust you, husband.” she nodded, her arms closing around his back as he slowly pushed into her tight and untouched channel. He watched her closely, her face frowning as she breathed in deeply at the intrusion.

“Keep going…” she whispered, the burn of his girth pressing into her overwhelming. She felt everything at once. Pain at the unfamiliar feeling, pleasure at what was about to come, and happiness of finally being one with Oberyn. They both moaned in union when he was settled completely inside of her. He kissed her, trying to wait for her to tell him to move.

“I love you, my flower.” he whispered.

“Move, Oberyn.” she whimpered. Slowly he thrusted into her, one of his hands entwined with her on the bed while he leaned on his elbow above her showering her face with featherlight kisses. She slowly began to meet his thrusts, the burning feeling of him inside her turning into ecstasy. Crossing her legs behind his waist, she held onto him, her nails scratching over his back.

“I shall die a happy man buried deep inside the cunt of the woman that I love.” he groaned, his thrusts getting faster.

“So big…” she cried out, throwing her head back as he snapped his hips against hers.

“Let go for me, my love.” he sucked on her neck, feeling her walls already tighten. 

She cried out when she came, and he followed shortly after, spilling his seed deep inside her belly. He didn't part, staying inside of her as he kissed her deeply.

“Are you alright my flower?” he asked.

“More than alright.” She smiled up at him, her hands playing with his hair. She wiggled beneath him, making him groan. 

“Already tired, old man?” she teased with a smile.

“Be careful who you call old man here, my love.” he smiled back kissing her forehead.

It was two days later they emerged from their chambers.

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