#having to slow down and rest (more like being forced to by my husband haha) gives me time to go through my MARKED FOR LATER library
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Tease Tidbit Tuesday 🏙️
Tagged by @diazsdimples & @tizniz. Make sure to check out what they shared today! (and maybe send James a virtual hug or a stupid punny joke? He’s been sick for 3 weeks and I’m sure he could use some cheering up 😘)
I have been wanting so desperately to write the past few days but a cold has my sinuses putting so much pressure on my head I feel like it’s going to explode, plus it’s school holidays and it’s been raining so I’ve got two very energetic kids with cabin fever running around causing mayhem 😅.
BUT! I did manage to write a little something for LA Lonely so yay (even though it may not be great, at least it’s words)
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Buck is woken up by the shrill sound of a phone ringing. The bed jostles, Buck letting out an annoyed grumble as the warm body that is wrapped around him disappears. There is a kiss pressed to his naked shoulder, a whispered apology and then the rustling of the blankets as the person leaves the bed, answering the phone with a quiet hello.
Rolling over to check the time, Buck’s surprised to see that it’s almost 9. Usually his body clock wakes him up at 7am everyday, whether he stayed up late or not, so sleep-ins are a rare thing. He rolls onto his back, groaning as he stretches his arms up above his head. There’s a slight ache in his ass but it’s a reminder of the fantastic sex he had last night and honestly, Buck doesn’t mind the discomfort.
He hears footsteps on the stairs, the wood creaking slightly and then the most attractive man Buck has ever laid eyes on is standing at the foot of his bed wearing nothing but underwear and a soft apologetic smile that has Buck’s tummy swooping.
Eddie.
The man’s name is Eddie, Buck remembers. And remember he should because he was moaning it loud enough last night.
Eddie has a phone pressed between his ear and shoulder as he picks up his jeans and begins to awkwardly shimmy them up his legs. “I told you, I overslept. But I’m getting ready now and can be there in —” he looks down at his wrist and frowns, his eyes sweeping over the discarded clothes on the floor before zeroing in on Buck’s second nightstand where a clunky watch sits. Eddie grabs the watch, quickly checking the time before he begins strapping it on. “I can be there in 20 minutes, 15 if the traffic is good.”
Buck feels a pang in his chest and then instantly chastises himself. This was just another hookup, a one night stand —nothing more than that. He was foolish to think that what he felt last night with Eddie was anything real. It was just the hormones.
Eddie may have stayed, but that was probably because he was hoping to get lucky again this morning. Or like Buck, he slept in and didn’t get a chance to sneak out before Buck woke up.
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#spoiler alert: Eddie would stay if he could but fatherhood calls and well that’s a call Eddie will always answer#daffi writes#wip: la lonely#Buck is being all self deprecating#but what else is new?#buddie wip#buddie#I really really want to finish Rival Firefighters so I can dive into my other wips#(and also post the first chapter for you guys!)#and I’m soooo close#but between the pounding head and the energetic munchkins .. I haven’t been able to keep the smutty writing beans going#though I have been on a bit of a little fic reading roll atm which is nice 😊#having to slow down and rest (more like being forced to by my husband haha) gives me time to go through my MARKED FOR LATER library#okay I’ve probably rambled way too much#hugs to everyone ❤️
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“hello, good sir. pardon the interruption to your leisurely rest, but have you seen this woman?”
a clink of mora passing between hands, and the vagrants studied the photo of a short dark-blue haired woman closely.
one of them answered with a rough voice, “a foreigner? lots of them been roamin’ around since the sakoku decree being lifted. can’t really remember well…”
another gold coin joined the other. the ronins talked amongst each others in inazuman as meirin tapped her foot almost impatiently.
“i guess she looks pretty distinct… might have seen her around, maybe in the capital.”
“are you absolutely sure?”
“chances are, she’ll be there. you said she was doing some commission work and stuff? if they could afford someone from overseas, they must have some good money. people with good money generally live in the main city.”
all general information, yet again. what do these people think we are, dumb?
the woman sighed and grabbed her husband’s hand before he could hand over yet another mora to the fifth group of vagabonds they’ve encountered that day, “alright. thank you for your cooperation, good sirs. we’ll be going n—”
“now, now,” the ronin who had been observing the scene from behind chuckled, hand inching towards their sheathed blade, “you both seem loaded, so why not throw a few more mora our way, eh?”
meirin frowned and glanced up at her lover before whispering, “is the welfare in inazuma that bad? why do they all say the same thing? what are these guys, npcs?”
“an interesting theory. are you suggesting that we’re in a game of sorts?”
“wouldn’t that be fun? in which case, i command you to bonk these npcs!”
“haha, as my dearest wishes.”
ミ𒆙𒆙𒆙
“— really! we really don’t know anything else!” the nobushi pleaded, visibly trying to struggle against the petrification to no avail.
the teashop owner sighed and pondered over the small teapot, before reaching into her bag with a soft smile, “i think you need more tea to remember, good sir… ah, yes, why not add the amount of jueyun chili in this one? and ground sand grease pupas for an added flavor! that should jog your memory!”
“wait, wait, please! i swear i don’t know anything! never seen that girl in my life!!” the man cried out, glancing back towards his friends who were laying out cold on the ground after a cup of… whatever devil’s drink that woman had forced down their throat.
were they dead? he had no idea.
and why the hell was the woman’s husband making himself home on their camp while having tea?!
clearly this couple wasn’t normal.
“look! i-i may not have information about the girl, b-but i’ve seen a weird-looking guy walking around these parts!”
“… a weird-looking guy?” meirin tilted her head.
the kettle sang on top of the portable stove. the man watched with quivering eyes as she poured the hot water into the teapot containing the 'concoction’. even from the smell, his eyes had started to water.
“y-yeah!! he’s got a mustache and wears this purple cape!! he looks like he’s up to no good if you ask me!!”
“huh… anything else?”
“uh. um……. n-no?”
“….”
“….”
“welp! special tea delivery! open wide~”
[ 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚎 𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚠𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚡𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚌 ]
shoes crunched against inazuma’s soil as the pair trekked down the path towards konda village. perhaps once they’ve reached the settlement, they would be able to find some clues, or at least people who had seen kurisu. though their pace was deliberately slowed from all the venturing and questioning almost everyone they came across, it was always better to be meticulous and slow than careless and fast in these situations.
….. and on that note….
“xiànɡ gong, i love you dearly, but let’s try to be just as ultra-careful and not spend our money that willy-nilly, alright?”
“ah… yes, of course. my apologies, tiánxīn.”
@i23kazu - another ebg submission from yours truly!
I'm not sure how you'd count these, but there are 2 doodles on screencaps, 2 drawings, and 1 edit of a drawing (idt that counts as a whole piece?). Feel free to see for yourself!
230 words.
03. trying something
That morning…
“We’re here.”
“You! Boss-man! I challenge you to an Onikabuto fight!” exclaimed the young girl.
Itto cackled. “Bring it on!”
Kurisu smiled. “Haha… Have fun, you two.”
She walked inside the tent. There, she found something glinting near one of the tent’s wooden pegs.
“What’s this?”
“Huh? A Vision? Whose is this?”
Kurisu walked out of the tent and approached Shinobu, who was walking down towards the tent.
“Kuki. I found a Vision near one of the pegs. Do you have any idea whose it is?”
Kuki’s eyes looked at the Vision, then to Kurisu’s face, then back to the Vision in her hand.
“A Sumeru Vision… hmm. Why don’t you try using it?”
Kurisu frowned.
“Odd idea, but how do I do that?”
Shinobu tapped her cheek. “Hmm. Try connecting with it, then focus on something you can’t do without a Vision. Since it’s a Hydro Vision, maybe try conjuring a ball of water floating above me?”
Kurisu nodded. She closed her eyes and imagined a big ball of water above Shinobu’s head.
“Amazing.”
She opened her eyes to find Shinobu poking the ball of water with her index finger.
And it popped, showering her green hair with glistening droplets.
“Ah! Cold!” she yelped.
“...”
“Wow, it is yours!”
“But…”
“... Kurisu?”
“But... But I—I’ve never—!!”
A horrified shriek echoed through the air.
“WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED TO ME?????”
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Time Will Tell - Chapter 6
Summary: When Barry goes back in time to try and save Oliver and the other worlds that were erased from the multiverse he creates a new flashpoint. He has no idea he’s coming back to a life he doesn’t recognize at all. (this is a snowbarry fic)
Author’s Note: This is some more of Barry’s and Caitlin’s trip to London! Please don’t hate me for this chapter haha. I hope you enjoy it! Again I’m very sorry about the super slow updates. But to all who comment and like, I appreciate it more than you know!
Caitlin woke up before Barry this morning. She felt his arms around her and sunk into them. She then turned ever so slightly to face Barry, trying not to wake him. She looked at him as he slept and smiled at the man lying in front of her. He might not have all the same memories and they might not be exactly alike, but she loved him all the same. Even the things that were different from the Barry in her timeline, she loved. She hadn’t found one bad thing about him yet. She wanted so desperately to just pick up where they had left off in her timeline. But even Caitlin could realize that wouldn’t be the smartest option.
She decided to get up and get in the shower; they had a long day ahead of them.
— —
“Good morning,” Barry said while rubbing his eyes, as Caitlin walked out of the bathroom.
“Good morning. I went ahead and got ready since we promised Marie we’d be down for breakfast,” Caitlin responded.
“Oh yeah, we’re supposed to tell her about how we fell in love,” Barry said smiling.
“Yeah, and I think that story just might be slightly too complicated to tell over breakfast,” she said with a laugh.
“Oh don’t worry, just let me do the talking,” Barry said with a grin.
“Fine by me,” she said, smiling back at him.
— —
“Good morning, Marie,” Caitlin said.
“Oh, good morning, you two,” she responded with a huge grin. “I’m so glad you’re eating breakfast with us.”
“We’re excited,” Barry said.
After they all filled their plates up with food, Marie looked at Barry and Caitlin and blurted, “Okay, I simply can’t wait any longer. How did you guys fall in love?”
Barry and Caitlin looked at each other before Barry reached over and grabbed Caitlin’s hand and said, “Let me tell it, honey,” with a smile.
Caitlin gave him a smile and a nod. She couldn’t wait to see where he went with this.
“Caitlin and I met at work. I umm-,” Barry paused as he thought of what to say next. “I happened to get a job at the place Caitlin worked under, not the most normal circumstances. But it was actually my dream job. And Caitlin quickly became my best friend, saving me from all kinds of trouble,” he started, smirking at Caitlin.
“And I fell for her almost immediately. I mean, how could I not,” Barry started to get more serious now. “I was too afraid to ever tell her how I felt, though. I didn’t want to complicate things.” Barry now brought his eyes to meet Caitlin.
“Until one day, I looked her right in her eyes and told her that she’s everything I ever wanted. That I couldn’t go one more day without being with her.” Barry’s eyes moved down to look at Caitlin’s lips, “And then I kissed her.”
Caitlin let out a cough and swallowed the lump in her throat, forcing herself to look away from Barry.
“The rest was history from there,” Barry said, deciding to wrap up the story.
“Oh my goodness, look at you two. Still as in love as that day. That is just such a lovely story. Thank you for sharing,” Marie said.
“Happy to share! Now I have to try this breakfast; it looks delicious!”
– –
“Marie, this breakfast really has been lovely, thank you. But we have a busy day ahead of us, so me and my beautiful wife are gonna have to get going,” Barry said as he took Caitlin’s hand in his again.
“You guys have a fun day now,” Marie said smiling.
Once they got outside of the inn, they looked at each other a little sheepishly.
Barry weighed his options. He could apologize for grabbing her hand or take advantage of the moment and go with the whole husband and wife thing. He decided to indulge himself a little bit.
“Well wife, where should we start first?” he asked with a smile.
Caitlin’s eyes brightened, and her smile widened as she said, “I was thinking the Big Ben?”
“That sounds perfect to me.”
— —
Barry and Caitlin walked through their door at the bed and breakfast, laughing and smiling.
“You know we usually don’t buy so much stuff,” she said, smiling at Barry as they laid their numerous bags down at the end of the bed, “means you have to carry a lot more home.”
“I’ll carry 20 bags if I have to,” Barry said with a grin. “This is my first trip, and I want to remember it. Which again, I’m sorry about taking an absurd amount of photos, but I don’t have all of the other memories of the trips like you do. So I want to remember every second of this trip with you,” Barry said as he moved closer to Caitlin. “I seriously can’t thank you enough for this trip; it has meant the world to me.”
She smiled at him as Barry went in for a hug.
He hugged her tight, pulling her into him.
Barry kept holding her. He knew the hug was getting a little past the standard hug time, but he couldn’t let her go just yet. Being here with her has been the most fun he can ever remember having. They had laughed and enjoyed every second of their day together, and he wasn’t ready for the day to be over.
He was starting to think it wasn’t his brightest idea to have kept up the whole husband and wife act all day with everyone they met; it was even starting to fool Barry. But he had so much fun pretending and just enjoying his day with Caitlin. Pretending they were normal and didn’t have an unbelievable and very sad history. But all of his pretending made him want to be real with Caitlin.
Barry pulled away slightly to look Caitlin in the eyes. His eyes moved to her lips for a second before meeting her eyes again. Man, those eyes and the way she was looking at him made Barry want to kiss her even more.
Before he could think, he leaned in and kissed her. Softly at first, with his lips brushing against hers. They then pulled away to look at each other before Barry couldn’t stand it anymore and firmly placed his hands on the sides of her head and pulled her in again. This was even better than he had imagined the day she told him about their first kiss in her timeline.
But as he kissed her, he remembered that he had promised himself he wouldn’t do this. It wasn’t fair to either of them. Barry pulled away.
“I- I’m sorry this was a mistake,” Barry said before he sped off without giving Caitlin a chance to say anything.
— —
A little over an hour later, Barry walked back into the room. “Caitlin, I’m sorry I had no right. I had no right to kiss you like that, and I had no right to run off without an explanation and be gone so long.”
Caitlin couldn’t bring herself to look at him, so instead, she stared at the wall in front of her holding onto a pillow.
He moved a little closer to the bed. “I really am sorry. This has been a very crazy few days, but that does not excuse my behavior. Look, over these last few days we have grown so close. I mean the only reason I am surviving is because of you,” Barry said as Caitlin finally managed to look at him after hearing these words.
“And again, I know it’s no excuse, but after talking to Iris I quite literally shut that part of me off. I haven’t let myself think about the life I lost because it hurts so much. But while I was ignoring those feelings, I was growing close with you and wishing desperately to only remember this timeline with you. And in my timeline while we were never anything more than friends, that doesn’t mean I never thought about you in that way. What I said this morning at breakfast wasn’t completely made up. I genuinely liked you, Caitlin but honestly, I never made a move because I was so scared about what might happen if I did. I could see something real between us, but I didn’t want to take the chance of ruining our friendship. I was too scared. And then when I got to this timeline and we were married, I allowed myself to see what it could have been. And I allowed myself to feel those things again and I-” Barry paused and looked away from Caitlin, holding tears back.
“But I promised myself I wouldn’t act on anything yet because that wouldn’t be fair to either one of us. I haven’t dealt with what I need to with Iris yet and it’s not fair to start something with you before I have. I’m just not ready.”
He brought his eyes back to her, “But Caitlin, I really have fallen for you in these few short days that have felt like lifetimes I’ve spent with you. And I got caught up in the moment because I do want that one day. I want us one day. I’m just not ready for that day to be today. I know it wasn’t okay to kiss you and leave like that. I am truly so sorry.”
“Well, I originally had something a lot meaner to say, but I’ll give it to you that was pretty good,” she said, giving him a slight smile.
“Besides, I can’t let you take all of the blame. I mean, running out was definitely on you,” she said, giving him a side-eye and smile. “But the way I acted today definitely didn’t help in the lead up to that moment. It was fun playing husband and wife and I let myself forget that this wasn’t real. I just really wanted it to be real.”
Caitlin was now the one that had to look away or else she would cry. “I wake up every morning with you next to me and as much as I love it and need it, it still hurts. To know that you’re here but not really here. That my husband is standing right in front of me, except you’re not really my husband.”
She managed to look at him again, “And Barry, I have fallen for this version of you as fast as you got here, but my heart still aches knowing that I’ll never get to see the version of you that I knew. The version that I married, that I tried to start a family with. He’s gone. And with all of that pain and with everything the two of us have gone through in a few days, I let myself get caught up in the moment too. So I’m sorry for that. But please don’t leave me like that again, I can’t handle it. We can work through anything, whether that be as just friends or something more, but you just can’t leave me like that. Okay?”
“Okay.” Barry stood there for a minute before shyly asking, “So am I allowed to sleep in the bed tonight?”
“Yes.”
He crawled into bed a little farther away than usual. He didn’t want to push his luck. “Are we okay?” he asked softly.
“We’re okay.”
“Goodnight, Caitlin.”
“Goodnight, Barry.”
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String of Witnesses
MAC
I told them he was crazy. Honestly – I used to say to the colleagues – pointed him out to them. Ask them: they’ll tell you that I pegged him as a bit odd from the get go. Just from the way he walked. Or when you’d try to make a bit of patter with him and he would say a sentence and then freeze shut. It wasn’t like he was a bad worker. Quite the opposite; he was good at the job. But, I mean … to not even eat his lunch in the canteen with the rest of us. I don’t think I ever saw him eat, actually. He’d go outside the warehouse to the graveyard. Yeah. He liked to eat his sandwiches (or whatever he ate) with the gravestones. Meh. I suppose I shouldn’t judge him for being different. It’s just that things like this explain what he did. On the 12th. What he went on to do. Because – here – if you think about it: I did know he was dangerous. Before that day. So when I saw him walk in like that … I mean, when I saw him before anybody else: it was me that ran into the warehouse to tell them to run. Get out. “He’s comin!” I yelled. A lot of them didn’t know what I meant. They stared at me like I was the insane one. That was hurtful. I could see it in their eyes. They’d never seen me scared before. And, Hell, of course I was terrified. I guess that makes people more afraid – when you see a friend who’s petrified, it fills you with dread as well. That day … Wow. 12th of July. It seems like it’s etched in my mind, now. Like any famous date. Seems like so long ago, when it’s been, oh … three months, since? It’s been hard not to dream about it. Helps to talk about it, though.
LOUIS
Mac came in screaming. He was all red. Looked like a cartoon. I thought Mac was playing a prank … thought he was joking with us, because that’s what Mac does, he’s like the class clown of the work force. So I laughed. I remember saying to him, “What’s happened to you now, Mac? Another case of the shits?” See – Mac had had diarrhoea the week before and he’d had to keep rushing to the john. Everybody thought it was amazing. Mac found it funny as well. I even told him he could go home if he wanted, but, he stayed on and worked his shift, with everybody taking the piss. Umm. So when I said that line, the lads laughed all over again. But: Mac wasn’t smiling. This made all of us quit giggling. Mac bolted right at me and he said, “Louis. He’s got a rifle.” So I frowned and I said, “Who? What do you mean?” And he said, “Norman! He’s coming. Here. Any second.”
JEN
No. I didn’t know him well. There were lots of younger men and boys who came and went in the warehouse. Most of them were just, I dunno, simple. They mucked about a lot. I’m one of only two women who worked there. My husband was there too so it was just a fun, silly job. Which is why it was so strange. I didn’t think there was any simmering atmosphere in the joint. Nothing that would make somebody go and do something like that. When the FIRE ALARM went off, I thought it was strange because we’d already had an alarm drill a few days earlier. But I still just reckoned it was time to get out of the building. So I put down my stuff and made to leave.
JAKE
Louis didn’t get what Mac was saying. None of us did. I’d never seen Mac like that; so we just sat there holding our coffee cups, staring at him. Until he freaked. He ran to the FIRE ALARM button and crashed the glass and banged the button.
RYAN
Yeah I was there for the Norman Lourie incident. Uh hu. I used to work in the warehouse. You must be a reporter? I don’t wanna talk to you. Told the police all I know already and don’t have to speak about it no more. Leave me alone.
GARY
You know what the stupid thing is? I was new at the warehouse: had only been there for a few weeks and was still on probation. And I’ve always been a tardy learner. I’m just real slow at learning new things. The boss? Louis? I don’t think he liked me much. So – that day in July, that exact afternoon – I was all worried I was gonna get sacked. Haha. Argh. I suppose I shouldn’t laugh. Sorry. Only, I mean: when stuff like that does happen it makes you think about more important things, y’know. What does one crappy job compare to your own life? I’m working elsewhere these days. Where it’s less crowded. I’ve kinda developed a fear of crowds, ever since … even plain things like going to the supermarket on a Saturday when it’s busy. That, I suddenly find tricky.
CLAIRE
Jen was the only other gal employed there apart from me. She was close by me. And didn’t scream. I was surprised I didn’t scream either. And, well, men can’t screech like gals can. They just shouted and swore instead.
HOWARD
I fell over quickly after the fire bell went off. And I put out my hand to stop my fall and sprained it pretty bad. It’s actually still sore. One of the colleagues flew past me when I was on the floor. I didn’t see who it was. Because he knocked something off the shelf as he went. A box. It fell on me and the bubble wrapping went everywhere. I’ve always hated when stuff’s around my eyes. Even with stuff like swimming. Hate the water around my eyes and I don’t see so well and keep blinking. That’s what it was like then. The noise was even worse. Aye. This wrist. I thought I’d broken it because it jarred the bones right up the forearm. The nurse wasn’t sympathetic; she probably thought I was being a wuss. And I probably was. Probably am being one right now. Shouldn’t moan.
PETER
I remember being young and angry. It’s different if you’re male. I think. No offense to the ladies. That’s not what I’m meaning. When you’re a young man, you get pushed a lot, mostly by other males, who are far older than you, or bigger … or there will be four of them and one of you and that’s why you get pummelled. I may be judged for saying this, but I feel sorry for Norman. He’s not the only one who fantasised about heading somewhere with a weapon. I wanted to do that when I was a troubled teenager. For sure. Luckily I never did anything like that. I had some issues with depression in my twenties. For a while I tried anti depressants. They didn’t help much. Was like being a zombie; and I preferred the highs and lows instead. So stopped taking them. Yeah. Norman … I feel bad for him. Not that my sentiment is of any use now.
OFFICER J. NICOL
We surrounded the warehouse. The workers were flapping around the yard and we had to get them spent. There was heavy shooting inside the building. So we thought there must be at least several dead already … and so the Captain gave us orders to head on in. There were these horrible smells all over the place. Burnt plastic. And lots of stuff flying about in the air. Norman had shot scores of the boxes and the cardboard shrapnel, if you like, was flurrying about the air like somebody had burst a pillowcase or something. It’s tricky to explain. That’s what made it so other-worldly. There were no bodies. Or blood. I was expecting it to be all gory. The Captain called out for Norman to give himself up. None of the team had spotted him yet. There was this awful, long, incredibly long silence. He’d stopped shooting. The Captain yelled out, again, whilst the team flanked off in different directions to go and locate Norman. Then there was a final BANG. And that was it. Norman had shot himself. It confused the metropolitan newspapers because there was only one death throughout the entire mass shooting. So they didn’t know if that was the right term to call it. I don’t think Norman wanted to kill anybody, aside from himself. He just didn’t want to kill himself in a lame way. Suicide with style.
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210503 My favorite moments & translations of the SHL concert including the warming up livestream
1. Zhao Jing calling fans adopted sons and daughters during the livestream and revealing that there will be a game where they hug each other, telling fans to look forward to it (he knows what we want to see haha).
2. Gong Jun arrived at the livestream first, but he still waited for Zhang Zhehan and told Zhang Zhehan to introduce himself first.
3. Zhang Zhehan saying he will talk less as he needs to take care of his throat for the actual concert, so Gong Jun talked mostly in the livestream (translation is here).
4. In the beginning of the concert, ZZH introduced himself: "I'm your Ah Xu." (T ^ T)
5. The MCs asked the casts to write down their top 1 iconic scene, some of them picked the scene where Gao Chong died. GJ & ZZH were having a discussion and the MCs were like "why do these two have to discuss their top 1 scene?" (yeah, you just need to write your own fave scene, it's not pair work LMAO) ZZH picked "you're not worthy" scene where they had to fight against Ye Bai Yi, and GJ picked the sun basking scene where they called each other 'Lao Wen', 'Ah Xu' 3 times. ZZH said: thanks to Gao dage's iconic scene, they got to rest haha.
6. Gao Chong, Zhao Jing & Shen Sheng sitting behind GJ & ZZH wrote "Lao Wen ♡ Lao Zhou" on their whiteboards, they were laughing so much while holding it up.
7. When they played the sun basking scene, the MCs asked GJ "you were pretty focused when watching the scene." GJ replied, "it reminded me of the time when we were filming, it felt so warm just like now, I'm being surrounded with love."
8. MCs said that ZZH added the part where calling Lao Wen's name 3 times. ZZH said: "yes I even asked GJ to call Ah Xu 3 times, I like the number 3 and calling the names 3 times shows 3 different emotions". When MCs asked them to reenact the scene, I heard CWN saying he wants to see it. (I hope I didn't mishear it lol and the MCs were smiling so much while watching them)
9. After ZZH finished singing Gu Meng (T ^ T), the fans were all screaming 'lao po'. XDDD
10. At the beginning of the game segment, when the rules came up on the screen. Fans were screaming loudly and ZZH said: "did you guys even read/ understand it to be screaming like that?" And one of the MCs said: "shouldn't that be Ye Bai Yi's job to diss people?" (The MCs definitely did a lot of prep before the concert haha XD and that is the hugging game Zhao Jing talked about in the livestream)
11. GJ & ZZH were laughing hehehehe when they found out they got the same number.
12. The MCs had to say a number, they have to find enough people to make that number. At one point Ye Bai Yi was with 3 actresses, and ZZH said: "Ye Bai Yi you're a guy and you're hugging 3 girls??? I didn't expect you to be like this." (AHAHAHAHA)
13. I missed out on what happened with CWN & GX, but it seems that they wanted to get eliminated together. (T ^ T)
14. So at the end, ZZH and Cheng Ling won the game and GJ was like: "the person who won the game will sing until tomorrow's concert." (LOL)
15. GJ said: "I feel like you guys planned it out to make me lose the game." (ZZH called 'Lao Wen' 3 times here ahhhh GJ kinda just gave up lol) "Am I right, didi?" Cheng Ling replied yes. ZZH asked GJ to dance as a punishment but GJ forced ZZH to dance and ZZH was like why do I have to do it when I won the game?? Then ZZH sang and GJ danced to 爱的恰恰 (so cute I cry) GJ couldn't do the dance properly, he explained: "I need to save my energy, I have to sing later."
16. When they were picking the winners for the prizes, GJ said: "it's so unfair to the bottom floor, they haven't won anything." ZZH then jokingly added: "the people on the bottom floor, they're super fast at getting the tickets and they're pretty rich too." (because the tickets are more expensive) GJ jokingly followed: "then let's pick someone from level 3, haha I actually did pick out level 3 (from the bag)."
17. Another game, the MCs asked them to say something fierce to the other team, GJ was facing his teammates and kept saying (I can't remember what he said) really loudly. And ZZH was like did you not understand (the instructions) why are you shouting at your teammates? (AHAHAHAHAHA come on I don't think he would say anything fierce to his lao po XD)
18. I can't remember what happened but Ye Bai Yi shouted: "卧槽 (fuck)" during the game segment. (really loudly!!! and I haven't heard any Chinese actors/ celebrities say that in public lmao)
19. GJ couldn't find all the nails on ZZH and asked: "where did you guys hide it?" Ye Bai Yi lifts up ZZH's clothes and said: "here". GJ said:" I can't reach there, they won't be able to broadcast it." (asdfghjklfuuuuu)
20. When they reenacted the "you're not worthy" scene and still bickering like 3-year-olds XDDD
21. When Cao Wei Ning & Ah Xiang were singing Yuan Mie, Ah Xiang got so emotional she cried and messed up, so Cao Wei Ning sang her lines and held her hand really tightly. (I CRIEDDDD)
22. Afterwards, ZZH & GJ walked out with Cheng Ling (then everyone came out too). GJ forgot to bring the red bracelets and ZZH was like "where are the red bracelets? Lao Wen did you give it to someone else?" (AHAHAHAHA)
23. When they had to put the red bracelets on each other's wrists, CWN's hands were shaking so much, you can literally feel how nervous he is through the screen. (sobs) CWN called Ah Xiang "Cao furen (my wife)" and GX called Cao dage "my husband". (T ^ T)
24. When Xi Sang Gui came into the centre, she said: "Ah Xing (WKX) when will it be your wedding?" GJ just smiled and side-eyed ZZH. XDD
25. GJ said that SHL means a lot to him, it's a special, irreplaceable drama to him. I think he also thanked ZZH. ZZH said: "thank you shanrens who're here and watching in front of the screen for giving us the chance to dream and made our dream come true. (no, thank YOU for bringing Ah Xu into our lives T ^ T)
26. Picking winners again and CWN was trying so hard to find the bottom/ centre area card. (so cute)
27. ZZH & GJ singing Tian Wen, ZZH got confused at the start and GJ helped him to get back into the right key, they both laughed and it was just so cuteeeee. And GJ said: "everyone together" which made ZZH laugh cuz you don't usually say that during a slow song lmao.
28. Liu Qianqiao presented 嗑 upside down which is phonetically “嗑到了/ kdl” and it means my ship (cp) is sailing.
Day 2
#shl#shl concert#word of honor#word of honor concert#shan he ling#山河令#my translations#I MIGHT ADD IN MORE LATER IF I CAN'T FALL ASLEEP#but i need to rewatch the clips#lemme scroll through wb first LOL#idk what time i will go to bed but i should go a bit earlier than last night#cuz my head is still hurting omfg#they were out of tune and stuff but it was still cute and funny ;___;#the past 2 months felt like a dream#i don't want to wake up from the dream but i know tomorrow is the day#fuuuuuu#i don't even wanna think about it#did GJ say 摸 (touch) or 播 (broadcast)??#it was too chaotic idek anymore lol
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Unsuspecting Activities~ Jung Jaehyun
WARNINGS: Smut, Hair Pulling, Rough Sex, Almost Being Caught 587 Times. (I’m probably forgetting something)
Request: Husband Jaehyun being denied by you and also because family members are walking in on them until he snaps mad Jaehyun with extra hair pulling
A/N: I’m back from the dead, this was requested a long while back and I had finished it and then forgot the hair pulling so I wrote that in literally last minute so I’m so sorry if you feel it doesn't have enough of that in here. I have been sick so that's why I haven't posted in a bit, but I'm putting a Got7!Prince in the queue for tomorrow!
I kept glancing over towards my husband, Jaehyun, taking in how gorgeous he looks when he isn't even trying. The black jeans he wore fit him so nicely, his shirt was unbuttoned at the top so his chest peeked out of it, and a silver chain adorned his neck.
My family was having a cookout and Jaehyun and I decided to come, unaware of the fact that I would randomly get horny in the middle of it.
My inner thighs felt warm, my panties were sticky from arousal and they clung to me uncomfortably. Jaehyun finally looked over to me and smiled, I motioned for him to come here and he did, I grabbed his hand and led him into the house.
”Babe, where are we going?” Jaehyun asked confusedly, but never slowing his pace. ”To my old bedroom,” I reply before opening the door to said room.
It still had most things from when I was a teenager, my parents still don't know what they want to do with this room yet so they just left it alone.
After shutting the door I turn around and pull Jaehyun closer to me, a smirk appears on his face as realization finally hits him.
”You're horny, aren't you?”
I nod then pull him into a heated kiss, our tongues explore each other's mouths and begin to make us needier. My hand hovers over his bulge and I start palming him through his pants, a small groan leaves his mouth and his hands go to my ass.
Pleasure was written all over his face as I kept rubbing him and bringing him closer to the edge.
Footsteps came down the hall and I jerked my hand away and turned around before he could release, my body blocked the view of his pants so no one could see his boner.
The door opened and revealed my sister, she raised a question, ”Hey, what are you doing in here?”
”Oh, I was just showing Jaehyun my old room, he has never seen it before,” I answered, surprised at myself that I didn't stutter.
She understandably nodded and closed the door, her steps fading down the hall. I turn back around and see how red Jaehyun’s face is, I choke on a laugh and he glares at me.
”You should see your face,” I giggled, he rolled his eyes at me and pulled me close to him again.
”Haha so funny...now where were we?”
He holds my face with one hand while the other holds my waist, backing up until my back is against the wall. This time I unbutton his pants then slide my hand into his underwear, wrapping my hand around his length and slowly pumping it.
”Shit, I need you so badly Baby.”
His lips found their way to mine, he let out a harsh exhale into the kiss then moved his hands to my breasts, softly massaging them through my clothes.
Once again, our movements froze when we heard footsteps coming down the hall, Jaehyun quickly fixed his pants and I opened the closet door next to us.
The bedroom door opened, this time revealing my mom, her voice was cheerful as she sparked a question, ”I was wondering where you two went.”
A small chuckle leaves my mouth as I pretend to look through the closet, ”I was looking for one of my photo albums I left here.”
”Oh, I think they're in a blue container up there.”
Jaehyun immediately reaches to grab it as I tell my mother we would be out in a bit, after she walks away I walk over and shut the door. ”That was a close one,” Jaehyun states, he puts the container down and comes closer to me.
Lust clouded his eyes, he presses his lips against my neck as I loosen his pants again, nibbling softly at my skin. He slipped his hand under the sundress I wore and rubbed my clit through my soaked panties, I sighed in pleasure and pushed his pants to his ankles.
Dropping to my knees, I lick a long stripe along his length before taking all of him in my mouth, my tongue swirling around his tip every now and then. Jaehyun grips my hair and throws his head back, ”Fuck, Baby,” he moaned out.
I hallowed my cheeks out and bobbed my head back and forth at a quicker pace, Jaehyun’s breathing is rapid.
”Baby, I'm gonna-”
His sentence is cut short as my name is called once again, I remove him from my mouth and stand up, Jaehyun rolls his eyes and pulls his pants up with a huff. He hides behind the door and I open the door with an annoyed look on my face, my sister stops in her tracks and raises her eyebrows.
”When are you coming back?” she asks.
”Jaehyun and I are having a serious discussion, can you please give us like thirty minutes? It's important.”
”Oh, I'm sorry, I'll let you guys continue your talk.”
She quickly walks away and Jaehyun shuts the door, this time locking it, he picks me up, causing me to squeal as I wrap my legs around his waist.
”I’m so sick and tired of being interrupted,” he grunts and takes me to the bed, ”I just want to fuck my wife and finally get the release I've been deprived of.” He drops his pants and lifts my dress up, pushing my panties to the side, ”Fuck, you're so wet,” he groans as he rubs his head against my entrance, making me whimper.
He harshly pushes into me and grips my hips, thrusting in and out of me before I adjusted. My hand covers my mouth to muffle my moans, an intense pleasure began to course through my body and I knew everyone would hear me if I didn't cover my mouth.
”What’s the matter, Babe? Getting to be too much for you already?” Jaehyun grunts as he deeply pounds into me.
I mewl against my hand and scratch down his arms with my other, wrapping my legs around him to pull him closer. My body shook beneath him as I felt a pit in my stomach, and Jaehyun could tell by the way my eyes screwed shut.
He halts his movements and grabs my face, a dark look in his eyes, “Don’t you dare cum yet,” he growled in my ear.
I look up at him with wide eyes, his jaw was clenched and his aura almost seemed merciless. He pulled out of me and with one hand on my hip flipped me onto my stomach, wasting no time to penetrate me again.
A frantic gasp left my mouth and I buried my head into the bed, the feeling of hips rocking into me was invigorating. My head was quickly lifted by force, Jaehyun had his hands tangled in my hair, “God, you feel so fucking good.”
My mouth hung open as I tried to choke down my moans, the way he was brutally thrusting into me and pulling my hair had me delirious and I was soon feeling that pit build up in my stomach again.
“Baby, please let me cum!” I pleaded through a moan.
I could tell he was close as well and my pleas only brought him closer to edge, Jaehyun moved his other hand to my throat and squeezed the sides of it, growling as his pace sped up.
”Cum for me.”
His words were more than enough for me to release the orgasm I desperately wanted, pure ecstasy washed over my body, my moans were silent as Jaehyun choked me. He grunted loudly and emptied his load inside of me, sloppily thrusting as we rode our highs out together.
He removed his hand from my throat and helped me turn back around, he deeply kissed me and began to pet my hair.
”We should get back out there,” he sighed, pulling out of me and tugging his pants up. Sitting up, I agreed, smoothing my dress out before smiling at him.
I pulled him by his shirt closer to me and he chuckled, ”Hopefully, we can continue more of this when we get home,” I suggested. The quick smirk that appeared on his face showed lust, but it changed into a sweet smile.
”Of course, Babe.”
Jaehyun held my hand as we walked back out, everyone unsuspecting of of the activities that took place in my old bedroom. We continued stealing glances from each other for the rest of the time we stayed.
#jung jaehyun imagine#jung jaehyun imagines#jung jaehyun smut#jung jaehyun scenarios#jung yoonoh imagine#jung yoonoh imagines#jung yoonoh smut#jaehyun imagines#jaehyun imagine#jaehyun smut#jaehyun scenarios#nct imagine#nct imagines#nct smut#nct scenarios#nct 127 imagines#nct 127 smut#nct 127 imagine
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[L&N] Charlie’s Date Translation - Sentimental Games
Note: This is a very casual translation, which means descriptions are heavily summarised, and you’ll also come across my unfiltered thoughts!
Suggested sequence: Fleeing Together -> Sentimental Games -> Born with Wings
Charlie’s Character Introduction: here
The date begins with MC about to board a cruise where a charity auction is taking place
She’s especially looking forward to seeing a pair of Cape Jasmine Gloves from the previous century in hopes of getting inspiration for her own designs
She gets stopped by the ticketing staff who warns her that since she only has a media personnel ticket, she can’t go in and can only take pictures from outside
MC: [sad] Did I make a wasted trip?
??: Why would it be a wasted trip?
She turns around and sees this hot mess:
Charlie: You didn’t make a wasted trip. You’ve seen me now, haven’t you?
MC: ...what are you doing here?
Charlie: *flaunts his ticket* I was specially invited to participate in the auction as a distinguished guest, of course.
Charlie: *spots the media personnel ticket* In order to glance at me from a distance, you didn’t hesitate to catch a chill outside the venue?
MC: How’s that possible-
Charlie: Not bad. I’m touched. *nods and enters through the VIP passageway*
Charlie: *hands ticket to staff* My female companion is behind me.
MC: ???
Charlie: What? Not coming in?
MC: *thinks about the Cape Jasmine Gloves* ...fine!
-
MC heads to a cafe
Charlie: You’re quite a strange woman. Instead of going to my exclusive resting area, you insisted on running to such a remote corner.
MC: I don’t seem to remember forcing you to come to the cafe with me.
Charlie: You’re my female companion. Of course we should move about together.
MC: *about to retort but remembers that it’s thanks to him that she could enter* Hmph.
Charlie: There are many comfortable spots on the cruise suitable for two people to pass the time. You could think about where we should go later.
MC: Who wants to go anywhere with you...
Charlie: Apart from you, who else?
MC: I came here for a purpose, not to monkey around with you.
Charlie: Oh? What purpose? Tell me about it. I’m in a pretty good mood and could consider fulfilling it for you.
MC: Thanks, but I. Don’t. Need. It!
Charlie: If you don’t say anything, I’ll make a guess. There’s something you want to buy at the auction today? Art? An antique? Jewels or haute couture?
MC: *doesn’t even look at him*
Charlie: *looks her up and down*
MC: What are you up to now?
Charlie: Your outfit isn’t bad today.
Since it’s a retro-themed auction, MC wore a black formal dress
Just as she's wondering why Charlie randomly brought it up, he opens his beautiful mouth
Charlie: But you seem to be missing some accessories... How about Auction Item No. 3, the red ruby necklace? I could buy it for you.
MC: I don’t need it! How many times do you want me to repeat myself...
Charlie: Fine, fine. Anyway, you already have a red accessory, so you don’t need it.
MC looks at the red ring on her finger
But Charlie points at himself and his red suit LOL
Charlie: Your red accessory is here.
MC: ...you’re so silly! *secretly admits that their outfits match very well*
Charlie: In that case, I’ll give you something else. What about Auction Item No. 5 - the Cape Jasmine Gloves?
MC: !
Charlie: So your purpose for coming here today is for those gloves.
MC: No, I never even thought about participating in the auction...
Charlie: *whips out phone* Let me see how much these gloves are worth...
He receives a notification on his phone and has to leave to meet a friend
He invites her to join them since it’s only a matter of time before she has to meet his friends LOL But MC says “NO THANKS”
So he tells her that she could go to the highest level once she’s done walking around. And if she gets lost, she could head to the broadcast room
MC: Broadcast room?
Charlie: *draws closer to her* You could go to the broadcast room and announce that you’re looking for your husband.
MC: Definitely not looking for a husband. It’s more like looking for a little child! *leaves and hears Charlie’s soft laughter from behind*
-
MC relaxes outside and thinks of where she should go. The date splits into four options:
Option 1: First Class Area on the 4th Floor
Option 2: Highest Floor
Option 3: Second Floor Hall
Option 4: Fourth Floor Seating Area
[ OPTION 1: FIRST CLASS AREA ON THE 4TH FLOOR ]
MC: ...I’m not heading up to look for him. I just want to ask him where the auction’s taking place!
She knocks on his door. He’s shocked to see her, but he composes himself and invites her in after teasing her about not saying what she genuinely feels
He grabs her wrist and tugs her into the room
MC: What are you doing? Let go...
Charlie: I want to show you something.
MC: What is it? I don’t-
Charlie: *opens a black box* Are you sure you aren’t going to look?
It’s obviously the Cape Jasmine Gloves
Charlie starts putting on the gloves uhiefjnksd
MC: Slow down! This is a treasure from the previous century!
Charlie: So what if they’re from the previous century? Aren’t they still gloves? *puts on gloves and stretches out his hand to MC*
MC: What are you doing...?
Charlie: I’m letting you touch them. Don’t you want to experience the design and texture of the gloves? What are you waiting for? You might not have such an opportunity next time.
*cue gameplay where you get to touch him like in MLQC’s Go See Him*
Charlie: Looks like you aren’t feeling the gloves at all, but want to feel me properly instead.
MC: ?!
MC: ...it’s better if I don’t use my hands. I’ll just look.
Charlie: No need. Continue. *places hand in her palm*
MC starts touching his hand and he gently hooks his fingers with hers LOL
Charlie: Why’d you stop?
MC: [blushing] ...I’m just thinking about its quality!
Charlie: This material is very thin, and I can feel your body temperature. It’s rare. *slowly holds her hand*
MC: *RETRACTS HAND* O-oh yes... how did you get these gloves...
Charlie: Didn’t I tell you? I bought these gloves.
MC: Bought them?! How did you do it so quickly? I even thought of asking you where the auction venue is...
Charlie: Is there a difference between who bought it? *puts gloves back into box*
Charlie: Take them. Study them slowly.
-> Head to epilogue
[ OPTION 2: HIGHEST FLOOR ]
Charlie: It’s rare for you to be so obedient. You were really preparing to look for me on the highest floor? Let’s go then. Just one level up.
MC: Wait, I wasn’t looking for you! I just wanted to enjoy the breeze!
They stand together and there’s a line which goes, “miraculously, he doesn’t talk” HAHAHA
She suddenly feels nervous
MC: ...why aren’t you participating in the auction? *their eyes meet and she feels her heart beating rapidly*
*Cues gameplay which is akin to ASMR*
Charlie: As compared to the auction, I’m more interested in something else.
Charlie: Also, isn’t a coincidental that each time I think of “it”, “it” happens to appear.
Charlie: Will you be able to find me no matter where I am?
Charlie: Even though I know that my charm is infinite, installing a GPS on someone is illegal.
Charlie: That isn’t the case? Even at such an empty corner, you were able to “meet” me coincidentally.
MC: *walks away*
Charlie: Why are you in such a hurry to leave? Enjoy the breeze for a while longer.
Charlie: Bored? Let me tell you that other places on the cruise are even more boring...
Charlie: At least... there are some things worth looking forward to over here.
Charlie: : Hm? You didn’t hear me clearly?
Charlie: I said...
Charlie: Of course you can’t hear if you’re so far away.
Charlie: This is better.
Charlie: I said that having my fiancée by my side gives me a sense of anticipation...
Charlie: What? Are you leaving just like this?
Charlie: Fine. About those gloves... just treat it as though I didn’t buy them.
Charlie: Looks like you still have some interest in me.
Charlie: I purchased the pair of gloves you liked. Just now.
Charlie: Why? Because I didn’t want your attention to be somewhere else.
Charlie: I needed to ensure that your gaze would remain on me from beginning to end.
Charlie: Only me.
-> Head to epilogue
[ OPTION 3: SECOND FLOOR HALL ]
This is where the auction is being held, and MC quickly realises that unlike traditional auctions, there are gambling tables around
Aside from having enough money, competing buyers have to play Texas hold ‘em to have the right to bid
Someone is about to purchase the gloves, and MC recognises him as a buyer with a bad reputation who handles treasures very poorly
MC walks over angrily and says she’d compete with him
CHARLIE ARRIVES
The buyer tries to find fault with them e.g. saying that it’s unfair that they’re playing 2 against 1
Charlie responds by saying that although the rules have a limit of 2 seats, it doesn’t stipulate the number of people who can be present
So Charlie pulls MC onto his lap
Charlie: If you can abide by the rules of having one seat, we wouldn’t mind if all the bodyguards sit on your lap.
Charlie: *tightens grip on MC’s waist* Right, dear?
MC: [blushing] Haha, yeah...
Charlie: Sit properly. Don’t let me get distracted.
So MC slings her arm around his neck awkwardly while the game continues LOL
Unsurprisingly, he wins
MC looks at the gloves and Charlie tells her that instead of looking at them while standing up, she could sit on his lap
She refuses
-> Head to epilogue
[ OPTION 4: THIRD FLOOR SEATING AREA ]
She sees the gloves in a display cabinet from afar
Since she doesn't have the VIP ticket, she’s prohibited from going closer
But it’s okay because Charlie’s here to save the day
Charlie: Since you’re already here, why avoid me now?
MC: Don’t make it sound like I came here specially to look for you.
Charlie: There aren’t many people who get shy as easily as you.
MC: *forces out a laugh*
Charlie: You’re speechless, aren’t you? After all, we’re engaged. You don’t have to be so indirect with me. Let’s go. Don’t just stand here in a silly manner.
MC: *forgets to retort because she sees the gloves*
Charlie: You...
MC: *is unable to hear him because she’s distracted by the gloves* So beautiful...
Charlie: *waves his hand in front of her*
MC: Don’t block me...
Charlie: Is it really that nice to look at? I’m sitting right here and your line of sight is drawn to something else? Truly incomprehensible.
MC: You’re the one who’s incomprehensible. What’s there to compete... *continues staring at the gloves*
Charlie: Fine, you should seize this opportunity to look as much as you want. After all, you won’t be able to see it ever again soon.
MC: What’s that supposed to mean?
Charlie: Someone already bought those gloves.
MC finds out that someone offered twenty times the original amount for them
MC: Who bought them...
Charlie: You want to know? *sips red wine*
Charlie points at the buyer with the bad reputation from Option 3
MC gripes because she recognises him as someone who simply views these items as investments, not treasures
Charlie shares some wisdom on how people will always have differing perspectives. Someone may view an item as treasure, while another person views it as insignificant. And one has no right to intervene with how they treat the item
But she’s still angry and says that there’s innate value in everything
Charlie offers her a carton of red wine as repayment for her “speech”
MC says she doesn’t need it:
Charlie: If you don’t want wine, I could give you something else. For example... how about that pair of gloves?
MC: Hasn’t it already been sold?
Charlie: According to the rules, I could offer an even greater amount of money to intercept the auction.
MC: No need... even if you were to fork out a huge sum of money to buy it, I’m unable to repay you.
Charlie: You’re my fiancée. There’s no need to repay me.
MC: *glares at him*
Charlie: Don’t you want any other auction items? Anything here is fine.
MC: Are you sure that anything’s fine?
Charlie: Of course. I always say what I mean.
MC: In that case... you can be my auction item!
Charlie: *shocked* So that’s how you like to play.
MC: W-what... I was just wanted to pretend to be a “bad owner” and let you experience the pain of being an auction item!
Charlie: Do you think this bottle of wine knows pain?
MC: Do you know what personification is? Also, my main point is to teach you and correct your mistaken views!
Charlie: *nods and smiles*
Charlie: Understood, my Master.
Charlie: Tell me. How do you plan to be mischievous?
MC: *instantly regrets*
MC: F-first, stand up.
Charlie: As you command.
Charlie: *stands* What’s your next command?
MC: Mm... pour two cups of red wine for me.
Charlie: This is the first time I’m pouring wine for someone. It feels pretty novel.
MC: *in a fluster because she finds his side profile handsome LOL*
Charlie: I know. Your next command is to feed you, isn’t it?
MC: ...of course not!
Charlie: There’s no need to be shy. Guessing my master’s preferences and commands is what I should be doing.
MC wonders why she feels as though she’s the one being punished instead
Just as the glass is about to reach her lips, she swiftly picks up the other glass
And clinks them together LOL
HIS FACE:
MC: That’s all for today! I hereby announce that you’re now free!
Charlie: You’re too easily satisfied, which leaves me barely any sense of fulfilment.
MC: I don’t care about your sense of fulfilment...
Charlie: *calls the staff over* I want to intercept Auction No. 5. Those Cape Jasmine Gloves.
MC: You’re really buying them?!
Charlie: *nods* When the gloves are brought over, I���ll give you ten minutes to appreciate them. As for the remaining time, you can appreciate me.
MC: *nods*
Charlie: You’re looking forward to it that much?
MC: Of course. How could I not seize this chance to see a great master’s work at close range?
Charlie: You’re pretty slow sometimes.
MC: Huh?
Charlie: Why didn’t you think that the gloves would be a waste with me?
MC: I... *realises that she instinctively knew he’s a good boi*
Charlie: Forget it. Relax, I know that you’re interested in those gloves.
MC: Why are you bringing me into this?
Charlie: I cherish the things you cherish. Naturally, you’d cherish me a little more.
MC: Your logic is unreasonable. Ordinary people truly can’t keep up with you...
Charlie: I was never an ordinary person. Also, it’s fine as long as my fiancée can keep up with me. Why should I care about others? *tucks MC’s hair behind her ear*
MC: *heartbeat goes wild*
-> Head to the epilogue
[ EPILOGUE ]
After the auction is over, MC is back at the cafe and writing down inspiration in her notebook
Charlie sits down next to her
Charlie: Lady, are you used to neglecting me?
MC: ...what are you doing here instead of resting on the highest floor?
Charlie: You aren’t resting either. Is it because there isn’t a place to sleep? You’re free to sleep on my bed anytime.
MC: Stop! I’m not tired!
Charlie: *sees that MC is sketching gloves* Gloves again. Did those Cape Jasmine Gloves inspire you that much?
MC explains that the designer was inspired by surgical gloves, which is why it’s so light and thin
MC: Thirty years ago, a female dressmaker who had a complicated illness was saved by a kind doctor in her time of despair. The other party didn’t claim medical fees, and even gave her treatments to re-ignite her hope in life. After she was cured, she spent many years specially designing this pair of gloves for the doctor. How is it? Isn’t it very romantic?
Charlie: But the story I heard was a little different from yours. The reason why the doctor saved the female dressmaker was purely because he liked to research complicated illnesses. The female dressmaker’s illness was very rare. In his personal biography, the female dressmaker was called “Patient No. 47″. He never thought about encouraging or helping anyone. Everything was simply an assumption by the other party. How is it? Do you find it not as romantic now?
MC: *speechless, then looks down at the design* No. I don’t think that’s all. Look here.
MC: *points at a tiny stitched lotus on the Cape Jasmine Gloves* I’ve seen images of this. At first, there weren’t any flowers on the gloves. After she passed away, the doctor likely asked someone to stitch it on. Aside from symbolising faithfulness and purity, lotuses symbolise adoration. So this represents the love between two people! Perhaps a beginning sparked by curiosity can genuinely bloom with fate’s design.
Charlie: *in a daze for a moment* So the reason why this pair of gloves met me, a doctor, is also fate’s design?
MC: *nods* Maybe...
Charlie: *leans in closer* In that case, you’re the same.
MC: Me?
Charlie: I’m referring to... fate’s design. I look forward to it - whether it’s the blooming or bearing fruit.
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Breeding Kink Headcanons - John Wick x Reader
❧ Summary : Your husband John really wants to get you pregnant.
✽ Word Count : 1.9K
✽ Prompt : Breeding Kink. Requested by the main @fanficsrusz xoxo
✽ Warning : pregnancy, oral sex, unprotected sex, cockwarming, fluff, John going AT it
Headcanons because I couldn’t possibly fit all my ideas into a “drabble” :)
Having a child together was always something John and you knew would happen for you. Brushed lightly on the subject, you clearly remember the way John’s eyes would light up when you’d mentioned earlier in your relationship, that you wanted children.
Now, married in bliss with your second anniversary approaching, John had started to get a little impatient. You both knew you wanted to get pregnant eventually, but hadn’t quite decided concretely exactly when just yet.
For John, a family always seemed a distant dream. However, when you’d walked into his life, he knew he wanted it with you.
In the beginning of your relationship, you used condoms during sex. It worked at the time, but eventually, after a conversation together, you decided you’d get yourself on birth control. John and you were pretty serious, had a solid foundation for your relationship and knew you wanted to be together for the rest of your lives,
And part of you wanted to take that step in your relationship; no matter how minor it may be. Sex was already something so intimate between you two, but to remove the barrier of a condom and really feel each other closer? It felt natural. Felt like something you trusted each other with.
Little did you know, that decision would spark a little something in your man…
For John, the first time you’d had sex using birth control, he swore he fell a little further for you [if it was even possible]. To know you trusted him to cum inside, that you weren’t scared, or fearful of anything going wrong meant so much to him.
Often during sex, he’d find himself thinking how much power his seed really had. On birth control, his cum buried deep inside your cunt meant nothing more than the mutual trust you two shared, a symbol of how deep your relationship had gotten.
But if you were off birth control? If the sex was unprotected?
John’s cum held great power. He could put a baby in you. Your baby, that you made with the embodiment of love your bodies yield to each other. The thought alone made John shiver each time, shuddering with a tingle of anticipation when he’d spill his hot loads inside you each night.
“John?” You’d asked one night, after a steamy quickie before bed. You rested your head on his bare chest as he heaves down from his high, a heavy palm rested to the bare skin of your exposed back.
“Yeah, baby?” He returns, kissing the top of your tousled hair softly. His palms are gently soothing over your bare hips, the same hips that would someday, hopefully carry the live of your child.
And that same night, the conversation happened. You’re both ready for a baby, you both want a baby with each other.
John is ecstatic, can’t wait to watch your pregnant belly grow as he showers his love on you, taking care of you each step of the way. John is already the perfect husband, and you best bet that it would heighten tenfold when you’re pregnant.
You have sex every single day now, sometimes multiple times a day. Sex with John was always fantastic, always had you practically on the verge of tears to how well he’d fuck you when he needed to, how well he’d make love to you when he needed to. If anyone knows how to strike the perfect balance, it’s Jonathan Wick.
“You gonna give me a baby, kitten?” John rasps, hastily pounding into your needy cunt from above. His biceps rest on either side of you and they look massive this way, a dark, almost primal darkness in his eyes on some nights like this. You’ve been trying for about a month now, and John is growing impatient. Part of him fears deep inside that as always, something will go wrong; deprive him from the life he wants with you. You make sure to assure him, however. Assure him that it’ll happen for you.
“Ye-yes baby, put a baby in me John…” You whimper, begging underneath him, soft legs tightly wrapped around his waist to give him optimal access to your deepest parts. John’s cock twitches inside you, and you know he’s close. Every single time, you shake and shudder to the feel of being rawed by him, the way his creamy, succulent cum fills up inside you to the brim.
It baffles you the amount of cum the man carries, how much he spills after each fuck. You can definitely feel him fill you up and it turns you on so fucking bad as you desperately pull him close, peppering needy kisses all over his face as he makes you cum as well.
“They say the more orgasms you have, the better the chances of getting pregnant.” John whispers, slowly delving between your drenched thighs. He licks a long stride up your aching pussy before circling sloppy, wet circles to your clit. You’re not sure if John’s theory is 100% accurate. Nonetheless, you know John thrives off making you feel good, he wants you to enjoy the process more than him. After all, you are the one who’s going to be carrying your baby for months on end, bearing all the pain and discomforts that come your way.
It does pull at your heartstrings how much John cares, how desperate he is fulfilling the deed of getting you pregnant.
If on your bed, before sex, John puts a pillow under your hips to angle them up slightly while he pumps in and out. “Can’t have any drip out,” He smirks, pressing a wet kiss to your lips as his throbbing cock stays positioned inside you, cocooned by your warm, pulsing walls after release.
Cockwarming has become almost a daily occurrence. After he’s came inside you, John keeps his girthy member inside your cunt for a couple of minutes as you both come down from your highs. He’ll rest his head in the haven of your breasts, arms wrapping around you as you pull him close, kissing his head to happy dreams of this wonderful, loving man fathering your children someday.
John insists that you have sex a couple times a day, and you fear he’ll eventually get sick of having you if you don’t slow down a little
“I’ll never get sick of you,” He whispers into your neck, softly kissing the skin as his arms hold you so dearly tight. “I love you, you know that, right?”
“I do.” You whisper, cupping his cheek. John is the sweetest man you know, and you best believe he’s only gotten sweeter since you’ve started trying.
Sometimes, when lounging next to each other, or when he’d come up behind you in a tender hug as you cook breakfast, John rests his hands on your belly; dreaming of how heartfelt it would be the day your baby would be in there,
“You’re gonna look so beautiful sweetheart, carrying our baby.” His deep baritone would soothe in your ears as he slams into you, your breasts bouncing to his pace as his hips snap into you hard, senselessly. His balls slam your core so hard each time, and the sounds of skin slapping skin fill the house very often nowadays. “Gonna show you off to the entire world,” He moans, cupping your breasts & kneading them with a firm force, yet cautious not to hurt you, as his mind drifts to the thought of how full they’d look, swollen holding milk
John and you have possibly tried every sex position there is at this point. Doggy style? John fucks into like a rabbit from behind, cock grinding your cervix to the deepest parts before slipping out entirely, only to plummet back in
Your legs on his shoulders as he fucks into you relentlessly? It’s one of his “trying to conceive” favourites, allows his sperm to take advantage of gravity
Face to face laying beside each other? John practically melts each time you do this one. The entry of his cock is so deep this way as you hold each other’s gazes, your leg draped over his waist as his arms pull you closer, rosy skin flushed together with a thin layer of sweat
From behind as you lay on your stomach? John’s eyes roll to the back of his head in this one. He enters you from behind, pounding in as he grinds your g-spot repeatedly, almost always giving you two orgasm before he cums deep, deep inside.
Did I mention how loud John is when he cums?
He moans, throaty groans fleeing his lips as he practically growls in your ear. The way you clench around him is too much, your pussy is too tight; too warm and he’s far too in love with your body (and all of you, ofc). Far too drunk on thoughts of pounding you pregnant for him
Sometimes John can get so dirty while fucking you
It surprises you sometimes that your sweet, loving, wholesome husband can say such sinful things
“Gonna make a baby come out of that tight little pussy.” He drips, biting small love marks into your skin as he thrusts, marking your body as his breeding ground
I mean he is a literal assassin so you do get that he can be a bit brutal sometimes
He tracks your periods and the days you’re most fertile (not that it matters too much since he fucks you into oblivion each day haha) but on days where you’ve ovulating he makes sure to go deeper, harder, and get in multiple rounds for optimal chances of conceiving
John cumming inside is so special now. You can’t help but shiver each time you feel him explode deep within you, knowing that that load might be the one to do the trick
You’re an advocating member of the “Make John a daddy 2021” campaign haha
And when your period is late…you tell John with beaming eyes and swear you’d seen a glistening glow in that chocolate gaze, unlike anything you’d ever seen before
You buy multiple tests together, John’s hand holding yours the entire time. The thought that your baby might be growing inside you, right now, this second as you stand at the check out counter has his smiling like a goofy idiot.
Your goofy idiot, of course :)
You take the tests together in the master bathroom of your bedroom. John is on edge and you have to hold his hand to reassure him, explaining to him that if its only a false alarm, you’ll keep trying because you want this with him. You need this with him.
You want a family and it’s never going to change.
But when all the tests come back positive, John is on the brink of tears.
You both are, holding each other tighter than ever as you both cry into each other’s necks, kneeling in a bundle of cuddles on the bathroom floor. John kisses each inch of your face, peppers delicate kisses to your tousled hair, offering squeezes to your hand when you let out a soft sniffle at the sheer happiness.
This is a moment that will forever be engrained in your minds.
It was finally happening; you made a baby.
You’ve never seen John this happy before, feeling as if everything in his life has finally fallen into place. This is what all the pain, all the hurt, all the sin that lingers in the shadows of his past had been leading up to. A family with you, free of evil, free of any grim that lingers.
A life where the only John Wick that the world knows, is the John who loves and is loved by his wife, and the John who is a father.
The most loving, caring, amazing father he could ever be.
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The Lady has a Baby
Hey guys!!
I know it’s been a super long time, but I thought it would be cool if I told you guys my labor and delivery story and do an update on how our little man is doing.
TW: Below the cut contains somewhat graphic descriptions of labor and delivery of a baby. If that bothers you, PLEASE skip this blog entry.
Well, at 40 weeks, I was DONE being pregnant. I’d been done for a month it felt like!
That’s my belly at 40 weeks exactly!
So we waited baby out until Saturday 2/6, and under the advice of my midwife, I showed up at the hospital and complained that I hadn’t felt the baby move in a while. (Totally false, but no one else needed to know that)
Once we got checked in and into a room, they decided to kick start my labor by giving me this medicine on what (seriously) looked like a shoelace with snot on it. It’s placed near the cervix and makes it dilate, because when I went in and they checked me, I was 1 1/2 cm dilated.
So after a few hours of this, the medicine is somewhat doing its job and the decided to put a balloon inside me to force my cervix to dilate. I’m REASONABLY sure I had my epidural at that point because the PAIN!!! Good GOD the pain!!! Nothing in this life prepared me for labor pain, in spite of all the warnings I received before hand....nothing I’ve ever been through was as bad as labor pains!
Meanwhile, I’m trying to get some sleep and the fetal heart monitor keeps beeping, because it couldn’t sense baby’s heart beat. Nothing was wrong, the little booger just kept moving away from it, so the nurse was CONSTANTLY in the room, adjusting the monitor and drowning my belly in ultrasound goo. Made for a restful night’s sleep....NOT! 😜
So, the day goes on and I’m slowly making progress. The nurse and my midwife had my legs up on a peanut ball, which is exactly what it sounds like, a ball shaped like a peanut between my legs which would also help my cervix dilate.
At around 2:00 on 2/7, the nurse and my midwife were checking me and their eyes were glued to baby’s heart monitor. I really didn’t know what was going on, but the next thing I knew, 6 people flooded into our room. They were shouting different things at each other (that I really didn’t understand) and then they slapped the oxygen mask on me and told me to take slow, deep breaths.
M’Lord was sitting about at shoulder level and he asked if I was okay. I shook my head no. Things calmed down for about 4 seconds when I heard, loud and clear, “we’re operating NOW.” There was no time to ask questions or for anyone to explain to me what was going on. It seemed like within a minute, the bed was laid back and I was being rushed to the operating room, leaving M’Lord in the dust.
Once I was taken to the operating room and the partition between me and my belly was up, a nurse came and asked me “are you okay?” I was shaking and crying in fear and looking around for my husband.
“Where’s my husband?” I asked her. I NEEDED my person in that moment!
“They’re getting him ready to come in here,” she told me “the baby’s heart rate dropped and they were able to bring it back up. They THINK it’s going to drop again and we don’t want that to happen, so we’re going to go ahead and get the baby out.”
All I could do was nod; I really didn’t have a choice but I was also worried about my baby. A million thoughts ran through my head while they kicked up my epidural and got me ready for surgery. I learned later that M’Lord was busy getting into his surgery wear and texting our family and friends letting them know what was going on and that he’d update as soon as he could. Once he arrived into the operating room, he assured me that everything would be okay and wiped my tears away.
A period of time passed (I’m not really sure how long) the doctors pushed on my stomach and said “okay, lots of pressure!” and that’s exactly what I felt! A few seconds later, I heard my baby cry and never felt so relieved in all my life! My husband was taking pictures rapid fire and then we heard the doctors and nurses say “congratulations, it’s a healthy BOY!”
My husband and I looked at each other and rolled our eyes. “Okay, haha, very funny!” we both said.
The doctors and nurses asked “Did you guys know what you were having?”
I said “Yes, we’re having a GIRL!”
One of the doctors said “This is a boy, Dad, come look!”
My husband looked over the partition again and sat back down, his face was WHITE.
“Yep, that’s a boy!” He exclaimed.
The shock didn’t wear off for a week.
M’Lord had a choice, go with the baby or stay with me. “Go with him.” I told him and he stayed with our son while the doctors and nurses sewed me back up. The doctors and nurses were talking while they worked and someone eventually asked “where’s Dad?”
Someone responded with “anxiously waiting for her.”
M’Lord told me later that was the longest 30 minutes of his life.
They took me into recovery and I finally got to hold my newborn son!
It was extremely important to me for us to do skin to skin contact and since I was shaking, they let me lay back and placed him on my chest so we could snuggle.
How I felt in that moment was indescribable. I felt everything from shock, wonder, and happiness to “oh my god, this is a BOY”. M’Lord spent some time with us and then left the recovery room to go let everyone know that baby and I were okay....and also that it’s a boy.
Not ONE SINGLE PERSON believed him. They ALL thought he was kidding and insisted on speaking to me. He explained there was no service in the recovery room (true) and I was in no shape to hold a phone. My Dad threatened to come through the phone and punch him if he was kidding....but he wasn’t!
While we were thrown for a loop by the gender, we weren’t at a loss for a name. We had a boy name and a girl name picked out before we went to our gender reveal sonogram, so we both said “I guess this is Damian!”
Damian comes from Batman; he is Bruce Wayne’s son with Talia al Ghul. Alexander is from Alexander Skarsgard (because of course).
The day after my delivery, my midwife and I got to talk about the delivery. The reason his blood pressure dropped so suddenly was because his umbilical cord wrapped around his neck and arm. Babies don’t tolerate that very well; so in order to protect him from getting hurt, they went ahead and did the emergency c-section.
We stayed in the hospital for a total of 4 days to keep an eye on me and Little Man.
This was after 4 days of no sleep for me and M’Lord and we were beyond happy to go home!
It’s been 2 weeks now and while we’re still figuring some things out; we are completely in love with our Little Man!!
My sister was here for his first (official) week home (my husband’s week was spent in the hospital with me) and she helped me put some weight on this little boy AND get him on a schedule, which has made a HUGE difference in all of us getting some sleep.
My mother-in-law is here this week to help me out, my mom will be here the following week and then my MIL is coming back. It takes a village to raise kids and I couldn’t be more greatful for the help we’ve been getting.
So guys, that’s it!!! That’s my labor and delivery story! I hope you guys enjoyed this post! I’m planning on telling a story from one night in the hospital called “The Night from Hell” if you guys are interested.
As always, hope everyone is doing well and I’ll catch you guys for the next update!! Thank you once again for all the love and sweet messages, it means SO MUCH to me and M’Lord! 💖
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The one where Kate is a dominatrix by Letícia (cambridgepride)
A new smut written by @cambridgepride. Translated by Google Translate, corrections by myself. Original Portuguese version is on her blog!
This is adult content. Enjoy reading! With love, Letícia.
At dawn the first rays of sunlight lit the bedroom window where a handsome prince was resting, who once again woke up far from his beloved due to the royal engagements he needed to attend.
William opened his eyes slowly getting used to the light, stretching lazily, then realized that everything that was without his mind was just a dream, he was really alone in that room. She was not there and one more night he had dreamed of her. And what a dream ...
First of all, he reached over to the bedside table and grabbed his cell phone.
Finding her name , he sent her a message:
“Good morning, babykins! I hope you are well! I miss you so much and I can't wait to see you! "
"Good morning darling! I miss you!!! Sleep well?" – He smiled as he read her message which was quickly answered.
"I would have slept better with you beside me, but I slept well because I dreamed of you."
"Did you dream about me? How sweet!! What did you dream about, darling?" – She smiled sweetly as she read his message and typed happily.
"It was dirty... I'm sorry, I think I'd better not tell you." – He typed.
She raised an eyebrow, a little unsure of what to think and typed:
“Now it makes me curious, tell me! PLEASE!" –
"HAHAHAHA better not" - He typed playfully.
“Will, please love! Tell me soon” – She was very curious.
"OK...
You tied me with a rope to a chair and sucked my cock.
As I said, it was very dirty, but I must have dreamed that because I miss that and in the dream it was so nice love, I woke up horny! God, you were so naughty.” He smiled thinking of her face reading that message.
“My God, William! How daring! Haha. Who knows later we can sort this out? Have you ever thought... Me being a naughty girl?" She blushed and held back a laugh looking at her cell phone screen.
He smiled satisfied and typed: “Wow! What a naughty girl! Can not wait!"
"Who knows...
Anyway, gotta go, honey! I'm going out with Pippa today! Have a nice day, my beautiful! Love you". – She typed with an amused smile on her face as an idea started to pop into her head.
“Today my day will be full of commitments, enjoy your day with Pippa, see you later! Love you my beautiful! Kisses from your eternal lover." He turned off his cell phone screen and stood up.
In fact, the day was going to be long and full of commitments, but luckily he'd come home later.
.
.
Later that day Kate was at home anxiously awaiting the arrival of her husband, she had already planned everything, dressed in her black lingerie and a black leather overcoat over the top, leaving her coat fully closed.
When he heard footsteps in the hallway, the bedroom door opened.
William was home.
He soon moved forward to encircle his wife's slender waist and she welcomed him by throwing her arms around his neck, one of her hands going to land immediately on the back of his neck. William moved even closer, brushing his lips over hers in a whisper, confessed, "I missed you so much." It was quite exciting to dream about you and see your rope skills.
Kate raised her eyebrows at him and brought her lips close to his ear: 'I didn't know my husband would like me to be the dominant one... otherwise I would have proposed that a long time ago...
William smiled: – I didn't know either until…
But William was prevented from ending his thought when he felt Kate's hand that was resting on the back of his neck grab the hair that inhabited there and pull sharply, making his neck arch. He moaned, already feeling his cock harden quickly in response and Kate noticed as she ran her free hand over the fabric of his legs.
'I see you like it…' she muttered and released him, only to toss him over the chair she used to use at the dressing table to do her makeup and hair, and with the same dexterity she'd grabbed his hair, she tugged on the rope from the top of the dresser and tied his wrists against the back of the seat as tightly as she could. He forced his wrists against the ropes, felt them lightly cut his skin and sighed at the sensation of welcome pain.
He looked up at the woman in front of him who wore a serious and sensual expression, which was made even more exciting by the outfit she was wearing. However, for a few moments Kate misinterpreted the intense blush on her husband's face.
– All right, Will? If you want, we'll stop right here and...
William shook his head quickly, interrupting his thoughts. 'It's all right love... You can go on.'
Kate still looked uncertain for a moment and came to sit on his lap facing him, her vagina directly over his hardened length. Although he couldn't properly feel her heat from the layers of clothing, she could easily feel the distinct hardness between his legs. She smiled and teased, moving her hips sensually, eliciting a weak sigh from her husband. She briefly ceased the movement of her hips only to join her lips to his in a lusty kiss that left them breathless. Kate let her fingers glide over the sides of William's neck and the back of his neck, noting with satisfaction that it sent goose bumps along his skin. It was amazing how much power she had over him at that moment and she decided to put it to good use.
Kate continued her lips' exploration of his body, beginning to suck at a pulse point in his throat as her fingers unbuttoned his shirt and uncovered his toned, warm chest. William sighed as her hands trailed over his skin, followed by the talented mouth that covered every part of his exposed body with kisses and licks. He gave a low moan of pain as he forced his wrists against the ropes once more, causing Kate to lift her head, offering him a devilishly angelic smile.
William gasped as she went back to her work, her slender fingers now deftly undoing the zip on his pants. He just had time to lift his hips slightly to help her pull off his clothing, now covered only by the thin layer of his open shirt. Kate bit her lip, looking unsure of how to start enjoying the delicious body laid out in front of her. She decided to kneel between William's spread legs and let her hands run along the inside of his thighs, feeling the strong muscles contract in reaction to the contact. When she got close to the hardened and throbbing member, she drew back her hands, leaving her husband more and more eager for her touch, but at the same time he gradually relaxed.
- Better? - she asked.
William nodded and bit his lip as he felt Kate's mouth travel over the skin on his inner thighs, landing so lightly like bird wings. She slowly rose until her face hovered close to his throbbing erection, a devious, teasing smile on her rosy lips.
– Can I taste you? she whispered, letting a slender finger slide over the warm skin of his cock.
William almost fell apart right then and there at the mere suggestion. They always made love frequently, unless when he was away for military service or some other royal engagement and he himself had tasted her countless times, delighting in its exquisite taste. The memory of her wiggling her hips looking for friction against his tongue was what helped him get through the tortuous days away from her. Still, Kate proposing to return the favor was a novelty...
That he would never refuse.
He had just time to nod and Kate started depositing soft kisses, starting from the base and following a slow path to the tip where a transparent drop was already coming out. William closed his eyes, savoring the feel of his wife's lips on him, which became even more intense when he felt the slide of something warm and wet. Kate now licked him in slow motions only to then wrap her lips around his throbbing member, it was so hard. There William knew he was completely lost. He closed his eyes tightly and moaned loudly as he felt her initiate the sucking motion, one hand cupping the base as she sucked on it, her head bobbing up and down. He was sure he couldn't take it and was getting ready to warn her when, through the haze of his excitement,
– Will, baby… look at me. – she said, her voice husky with desire, and he obeyed.
William's jaw clenched at the sight of Kate between his legs, smiling all innocent as, occasionally, her tongue explored his hard member, all the while looking deep into his blue eyes. William had never seen anything so exciting.
'Kate, love…' He pleaded, his face flushed. She opened her mouth and sucked him again, her eyes still locked on his, teasing him to the end. – By God, don't look at me like that...
- Like? Her mouth released him briefly, her voice slurred and warm, her hand still stroking him.
'With that innocent face…' he replied, panting, and she smiled. - I can not take it...
Kate stood up suddenly and William noticed that although he was in such vulnerability, she was still dressed, even though the red in her mouth had intensified, as was the flush in her face and her eyes were greener than ever.
'Take off those clothes…' He grunted, trying not to strain his still-tied wrists anymore. Kate raised an eyebrow. “Please…” he begged.
Kate could have taken off her clothes quickly in her excitement, but she knew her husband liked to see his skin being uncovered bit by bit. She saw the sparkle in his eyes increase as she unbuttoned her coat button by button and slowly opened it to reveal her black lace lingerie, she gave him a piercing look and slowly removed the missing piece, finally when she was completely naked, they seemed to want to swallow her whole.
- And now? You can't touch me…” She teased, biting her lip.
William shifted a little in his chair. He wanted to touch her, feel her more than anything, but the idea of being prevented from doing exactly what he wanted most excited him to the end.
– If you get closer, I can do something even better...
Kate approached slowly, placing herself again between William's legs, but this time standing, and gently touched his temples as he covered her belly with kisses and light bites making her squirm slowly, until, one more time. She once sat on his lap, now the wetness from her opening landing directly against the hardened, hot flesh. She moaned softly and kissed him, letting his tongue invade her mouth too vehemently as she took him in her hand and slid the swollen tip against herself several times, gathering moisture, until she finally sank down on him. William moaned loudly at the feel of her velvety heat surrounding him so deliciously, but Kate didn't even stop to adjust and immediately began to sway her hips and clung to her husband's neck,
Kate began the full slide over his length, ending with circular movements of her hips, allowing him to penetrate her deeply. However, she missed a deeper connection, so she quickly reached out and untied William's wrists, who felt the tingle of blood rush back to his fingers, but didn't even care: he immediately grabbed the curve of Kate's ass, and he thrust his own hips up, meeting her movements, eliciting loud moans from her pink lips, his name echoing around the place.
William buried his face in the valley between her breasts and, before he could stop himself, he carried her in his lap, still sheathed inside her, and put her on the dressing table. Their torsos parted briefly and she looked at him to the point where their bodies remained joined. William touched one of her soft breasts, drawing her attention and she looked up at him, her eyes gleaming in the darkness, the fire in them growing, and William couldn't resist anymore... He gripped the curve of her hips and pulled her roughly against him, thrusting into her. more and more furiously. Kate bit her lip hard, and suddenly her orgasm was there as she clung desperately to her husband, her back arched and her toes curled.
'Yes, Kate… yes…' He whispered against her mouth, before following her into the abyss.
Kate lay there clinging to William, panting as she came to her senses. William lifted his head from the crook of her neck, where he took a deep breath, smelling her musky scent, a crooked smile on his flushed face.
– We made a mess! – She laughed and moved slightly, causing the now softened member to come out of her – Oops…
– Okay… Let's go downstairs, I need to make you some tea. William chuckled as he looked for their clothes lying on the floor.
- Need? – Kate raised her eyebrow – So British…
William encircled her waist with one arm and lowered her from the dressing table. - You know very well that it's just an excuse for us to be together ... I missed you. – He said, placing a quick kiss on her lips.
'Me too…' Kate replied. And in a provocative tone he added: – How about a 2nd round after tea?
'Only if you'll let me repay you and tie you to that bed…' William murmured against her mouth, before pulling her into a kiss that promised to rekindle the now low fire. Kate was the reason for his most ardent desires, after all.
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A Wish Your Heart Makes - Gabriel x Reader
Warnings: Language, definitely. Mention of sex? For you ace folks. And description of stabing? Its a djinn hunt, so you get the picture.
Character(s): Gabriel, Dean, Castiel, Sam, + alternative versions of all of them. You'll see.
Pairing: Gabriel x Reader
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"Come on, this is like, the biggest hunt we've been on since... since Amara. We should celebrate." Dean says, grinning widely.
You shook your head and laughed. "I don't know about that. That hunt down in Kentucky was pretty wild." You point out. Sam smirked.
"Really? You think, Zombies, was the biggest hunt? When we just fought like three Djinn?" Sam asks, walking towards the Impala with you and his brother.
You rolled your eyes again. "Wendigo, Samuel. It was a Wendigo, not a zombie. I should know. I was the one who saved your ass." You remind, pointing at Sam with your blade that was dripping with lamb and Djinn blood.
Dean chuckled and clapped his hands. "Oh Sammy, they got a point." He points out, smirking at his brother as he gets into the Impala.
Sam rolled his eyes and got in, ignoring his brother. "Forget it. Let's just go. I'm sure we can celebrate at the bar near the bunker." Sam grumbled, and closed his door.
You laughed and moved to the trunk to put the blade away. You popped the trunk and slid the blade away as you heard a wrustle in the bushes. You immediately grabbed a flashlight and shined it into the woods, finding nothing. You shrug it off as being some strays or wildlife and get back into the car.
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"Come on Sam! They've got a two for one deal on whiskey shots! You wanna go?" Dean asks, challenging Sam to some shots.
You snicker as you climb out of the Impala after the brothers. They had been bickering as to who got the last kill on the hunt on the way there, and then you had suggested that they all get a few shots then go home. That's what led to this conversation.
Sam rolled his eyes. "Come on, Dean. We aren't 27 anymore." He protests, closing the door to the Impala. "But fine. I can drink you under the table. As long as you let Y/N drive us home." Sam says, walking up to the door with Dean.
Dean rolled his eyes. "Fine. But only this once." He says, pointing at Sam. "If you scratch or even put a single dent in her, you're dead, hear me?" He says, looking at you with dead seriousness in his eyes. You expected nothing less.
"Of course Dean. What? You think I would take this chance to damage her as much as I can without a drunk Dean noticing? Do I look like I wanna get skinned alive?" You reason, raising an eyebrow and smirking at him.
Dean ponders this for a moment before he nods. "Fine. Okay. Just don't wait up, alright?" He says, patting Sam's back before racing into the bar with Sam trailing behind him.
You chuckle to yourself as you begin walking towards the door yourself, before you see something move along the side of the bar. You furrow your eyebrows, following the noises as you take out your knife.
One step in front of the other, you make your way towards the side of the bar, trying to see with the limited light of the neon bar signs. You curse your eyes silently, for not being adjusted to the night as you walk slowly forward.
The closer you get, the more uneasy you feel. You feel tempted, to call out for someone to answer, but reconsider. You fish out your phone and dial Dean's number, and hear it ring once, then twice, as you look around. Then you feel your body being shoved against the brick wall of the bar, making you drop your phone.
You cry out in pain as the brick scrapes against your skin and you feel someone touch your temples. You look forward and see a younger Djinn, who smirked at you as the blue light began to emit from your fingers.
"Close your eyes sweet thing~" it warned, as you felt your eyes close unwillingly, and you fell unconscious.
Suddenly, you open your eyes and jolt up in bed. Your chest heaves with fear. Was... was that a nightmare? That...
Now nothing was coming up. You couldn't recall anything of your dream. Your breathing didn't slow down though.
"Sugar?" You hear. You furrow your eyebrows and look up to see Gabriel, in his red boxers and a white, clean tank top. You blush a bit, and look up at him, and into his eyes. They were full of worry, but still shone their natural whiskey toned wonder.
"You alright? You were screaming in your sleep, cupcake." Gabriel asks, coming over to your side. You rubbed your eyes for a moment, blinking a few times as Gabriel wrapped an arm around you.
What was going on? He never did this. He never even attempted this before. Sure you, had your crush and Sam and Dean teased you about it, but you never told Gabriel how you felt. Why would you? It was a silly, puppy crush. That lasted for around 8 years now. But who's counting?
You furrow your eyebrows for a moment, and look up at him. "What are you doing? You...never hold me like this." You ask. Gabriel looks at you like you just said the weirdest thing in the world.
"Haha, what?" He asks, giving you a questioning look. "Sugar, I hold you every chance I get. So I can feel that sexy body of yours. And keep you as close as I can." He smirked, winking at you. You second guess yourself for a few minutes. Yeah... yeah that was right. You two were together...but why were you in a bed that wasn't in the bunker?
"Where...are we?" You ask. Gabriel chuckled again.
"At home, Sugarplum, where else would we be? I bought this place myself. Of course with your help." He says, as if reminding you. You focus your gaze forward for a moment, and then look back up at Gabriel.
"O...okay... uh... I'm fine... yeah... just a nightmare." You say, looking into his eyes. He smiled, almost in relief.
"Good. I gotta get to making the apple pie. Dean is going to kill me if I don't make it right." Gabriel smirked and kissed your cheek as he gets up and starts walking out of the room. You stand up in confusion.
"W-why?" You ask, standing up from bed. Gabriel again looks at you.
"The party? Why else? Did you hit your head when you got up last night?" He asks, chuckling a bit as he walked back over and kissed your forehead. "Try to rest a bit, okay Sugar? We'll leave in a couple hours. If we're late again Cassie will shoot me." He chuckled.
You looked at him in confusion, tilting your head as you pondered what he said. Gabriel then chuckled.
"Hey, you could rival him in cuteness with that head tilt. You could have a whole contest." He insists, smirking before he leaves the room.
You shake your head a bit. This was odd. Everything felt...right. Gabriel was... what you guessed was human. He was your boyfriend.
You look down at your hand and widen your eyes. Scratch that, husband.
You look around the room for a moment, and then down at yourself. You didn't have half the scars you were supposed to have from hunting.
Then.you look up and turn towards your side of the bed, and see a picture frame. You sit down and take it up into your hands. It depicted Dean and Cas, you and Sam, and Gabriel. All in weird Christmas sweaters with a very Hallmark like 'Happy Holidays!' across the bottom.
You smirk a bit. "I must've fought tooth and nail to get Dean into that..." you think for a moment. Then you put the photo down. You smile a bit to yourself before you look next to it, and find a packet of condoms. You widen your eyes and blush brightly. So apparently you two were sexually active. Perfect.
You pick up the condoms and put them in the nightstand drawer, and then promptly close it. You move over to what you guessed was Gabriel's side of the bed and looked to see a pile of candy wrappers on the table. You smirk to yourself, chuckling. You didn't dare open Gabriel's nightstand drawer as you stood up, and walked over to the closet. You opened it and pulled out an outfit you knew you owned. You smiled to yourself. Maybe all of this was right. And you were just imagining things. Yeah. Probably.
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"You lost them?!" Gabriel asks, clutching at his hair. He was pacing the room as the two mutton heads tried to explain where the hell their friend was.
Dean sighed, rubbing his forehead. "We didn't lose them, they were taken." Dean says, looking up at the two angels that were now in the room.
"How does that make anything better, Dean?" Castiel asks, his eyebrows furrowed in anger.
Sam sighed. "It... it doesn't. But at least we know that they didn't just walk off." He adds.
Gabriel was fuming at this point. He growled and turned towards the two. "Yeah, they didn't. They were freaking taken! By father knows what because you two were too drunk off your asses to answer their damn phone call!" Gabriel yelled, growling lowly.
Sam and Dean looked down in shame. They knew it was their fault. If they hadn't been so focused on their drinks and celebrating, they would have heard your phone call and have probably been able to help you. But now you were Chuck knows where and were probably being used as a food source.
Gabriel snarled a bit, beginning to pace through the room. Castiel sighed and tried to get Gabriel to calm down.
"Why are you so mad Gabriel? You don't usually show this much care to anyone. Let alone any human." Dean asks, looking up at Gabriel. Gabriel shoots Dean a glare, as if he should know.
"They're my soulmate, Dean. I told you to keep them safe!" He hollered, his eyes slightly glowing with his grace. Castiel held Gabriel back, to keep him from attacking Dean.
"What? Angels... angels have soulmates?" Sam asks. Gabriel rolled his eyes.
"Why do you think that the moment I saw them with you that I took such a specific interest in them? Its a feeling. The one, true feeling that I'm allowed to feel. It draws me to them. And I can't feel it right now. So if they're dead? You're both next." Gabriel deadpans.
Castiel sighed. "Gabriel, please, calm down. You can still feel their life force, correct? Their soul is connected to your grace." Castiel asked.
Gabriel sighed and nodded. "Yeah, I can still feel 'em... I just... I can't feel the draw to them. Thats usually how I locate them." He sighed. "They might be warded..." he suggests, running a hand through his hair.
Dean rolled his eyes. "Wow, and thats the second biggest piece of information I've heard all day." He says sarcastically, getting a glare from Gabriel.
Sam sighed, moving back and forth through the bunker. Then it hit him. "Dean, are you sure we got every Djinn last night? They mentioned being a family. That would mean..." he starts, looking at Dean.
Gabriel furrowed his eyebrows. "You guys were hunting a Djinn and you didn't think to tell me?!" He asks.
Dean sighed. "We didn't think ig was relevant information at the time, okay archdouch?" He asks, grumbling to himself.
Gabriel felt his vessel's blood pressure rising. He couldn't take much more of this. "You listen to me, both of you. Where, the hell, did you two hunt these Djinn? Hm? And where, were they hiding out?" He asks.
Dean looked at Sam and sighed again. "A small town about 3 hours north, and in an abandoned warehouse." Dean answers, looking slowly from Sam to where Gabriel once was, and took a double take when he realized the archangel immediately ran off once he knew what had taken you.
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"Come on, Sugar, we're going to be late!" Gabriel calls from the kitchen. You giggle a bit as you run a hand through your hair, and look yourself over once.
Gabriel's arms wrap around your middle, pulling you against his chest. He kisses your neck playfully, making you squirm and pull away from him.
"Okay okay! Stop it!" You insist. He wiggles his eyebrows at you. "Tease." You add.
Gabriel chuckled. "Come on, Sugarplum. Dean's already gonna shoot me for using Granny's apples instead of the orchard ones he sent me." He says with a laugh as he takes your hand and leads you out of the house and towards a silver car in the driveway. You smile to yourself, laughing a bit as you get in and the first song that comes on the radio was 'Candyman' by Christina Aguilera.
"Perfect song for you." You tease. Gabfiel lets out a laugh and his hand finds your thigh.
"That, was the old me. Sure, still love sweets, and sex, but only with one sexy person." He purred, booping your nose. You immediately giggle and turn to look out the window.
As Gabriel drives down the road, you begin to see flashes of a world you didn't recognize.
"Where were they?" An echoing voice that sounded like Dean's asks.
A different version of Gabriel lays was looks like you, onto a small couch in a bunker of sorts.
"Warehouse, like you said. The Djinn was a teen. Barely out of it's blue diapers." The other Gabriel says. "But he got to them first. We have to wake them up."
You shook your head as the visions faded. What the hell was that? And what did Gabriel mean by wake you up?
You shook it off, it was probably nothing.
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"And you're sure this will work?" Gabriel asks, wary of the glass with the 'Dream root' as Dean and Sam called it with bits of his soulmate's hair in it. He turned his nose up at it, groaning at the smell.
Dean sighed. "Yeah. This'll work. It's worked multiple times for us. So yeah. We'll watch your vessel. Just get them to kill themselves in the dream, and then they'll be brought back here, topside." Dean answers. Gabriel exhaled a bit in anger. The mere idea of suggesting that to his soulmate, when their dream could potentially be a good one? What they truly want? He didn't want to take that away, bug he also didn't want them to be taken away from him.
Gabriel nodded in clarification, and sighed, and closed his eyes, taking a large gulp of the drink, and feeling himself get woosy soon after, falling asleep right where he stood, and soon after fell.
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You smile to yourself as you hear the loud noises from inside Dean and Castiel's house. Apparently they were together. Shocker. You climbed out of Gabriel's car and smiled, letting him wrap an arm around you and kiss you softly. You kiss him back, happy for once.
"Oh, I should go say hi to Riot. Ill meet you inside, okay?" You say. Gabriel rolled his eyes.
"I swear it's like you like the dog more than actually being here." Gabriel teased. "Go ahead Sugar. I'll be right inside." He says. You smile and kiss his cheek as you head to the side of the house, only to be hugged tightly by...Gabriel?
"Gabriel? I... I just saw you go inside, why-?" You start.
"This isn't real, Y/N. All of this. It isn't real. That me? Isn't real it's all in your head." This Gabriel explained. You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion.
"Gabe... I don't understand-" you start again.
"You were attacked, alright? By a Djinn. He put you in a dream. Only you can wake yourself up from it. And everyone inside will keep you from doing so." Gabriel warns.
You look at this Gabriel with confusion. "A Djinn? The blue man?" You ask.
Gabriel smiled at your recognition. "Yes! Yes that's exactly what I'm talking about! You need to wake up." He says again.
Yoh shook your head in confusion. "I... I don't... I don't know how..." you ask, looking back up at Gabriel and feeling a strange sense of calm as you looked up at him.
Gabriel sighed and pulled out a knife and handed it to you. "You know how, Sugar. Dean's told you how he did it. Just do it soon. Please. I can't lose you." Gabriel warns. You sigh a bit, and nod to him. You wield the knife in your hand for a moment to plunge it into your stomach, before the other Gabriel started to wrestle with the one you were talking to. You suddenly look up, seeing the other Gabriel and now Dean trying to hold Gabriel away from you.
"Gabe? D...dean?" You ask, taking a step back.
The other Gabriel looks up at you and smiled. "You can stay here, Y/N. You can stay here and be with me. Have kids, get a normal job, get a dog. Maybe a Corgi. You don't have to go back. It's full of suffering. You know that." The other Gabriel says, walking towards you as Dean wrestles the real Gabriel to the ground.
"D-don't listen to them Y/N! Do it!" The real Gabriel cries out, grunting as Dean holds him down.
You furrow your eyebrows as you think, the other Gabriel not giving you time to do so.
"You don't have to go back to pining over this asshat. You can stay here, with me, and we can be together. Like you want. You don't need that. Why don't you give me the knife, and this can all be over." The other Gabriel says, nodding to you in a way the real Gabriel wouldn't. You instantly furrow your eyebrows farther, taking a step back.
"No-" The real Gabriel starts. "T-this... this isn't real, but y-your feelings are... please, listen to me Sugar..." he starts.
You bite your bottom lip, debating your choice of words. "Are they? Really? Or has this Djinn made those up? Make me believe you'll never really love me back-" you start.
The real Gabriel breaks free for a moment. "They are real, Y/N. I love you. I really do. Alright?" He says, Dean grabbing his arms again.
You widen your eyes for a moment, and look down at thw blade in your hands.
"He doesn't mean what he says. But I mean what I do. You don't have to go back. There's nothing worth going back for." The other Gabriel says, walking forward.
You clench the knife's handle in your hand for a moment, stealing a glance the real Gabriel's way before saying, "Yeah, yeah actually, there is." You say, plunging the knife deep into your chest.
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You wake up with a jolt, finding yourself in the bunker, and on an old couch. You felt drained, and exhausted. You looked down, not seeing a stab wound. You sighed in relief, and looked up, seeing Sam and Dean who soon came in closer and hugged you tightly.
"Oof... what warranted this? Is it national Winchester hug day and I slept through it?" You tease weakly. You laugh a bit and look over to see Gabriel slowly getting up. You smile a bit at him, although weak.
"Definitely." Gabriel says, smiling at you as he stands up and walks over to you, pulling you into his arms.
You widen your eyes again for a moment, before you leaned into his embrace. It felt right.
"Just, just rest, okay Sugar? They're will be plenty of time to hunt down more monsters tomorrow..." Gabriel says, rubbing your back. "I love you..." he whispers.
You sigh to yourself, but you give in, and you fall asleep in his arms.
Was the life perfect? Hell no. But was it was good enough. Especially when being carried. But you loved it. And you loved him. And something, deep down inside you, believed he loved you the same.
Perhaps you were right.
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heyooo, it's ya boi again. hope all is well for you and that you're taking care of yourself? finding a way to work-out when there's no gym, i suppose? 😉😘 so, i've been spammed with masamune so here i am, requesting for our one-eyed dragon. i am in need of hugs and comfort, so how about something smol and simple with mc who has had a bad day or is extremely tired and looks up at masamune with sad eyes saying that she wants smooches and affection? throw that fluff at me 🥰🙌🏻
Hey there love!!! Thanks so much for the request <3<3 Hehe yeah I've been running around my garden lol ^o^ Hope you enjoy it dear! and i hope you are keeping safe and well
Headcanon; Masamune comforting mc after a bad day
You were having the worst day imaginable!
One of the local daimyo’s daughter was visiting Azuchi. She came under the pretence of just a friendly visit, but EVERYONE knew she was just there to bag herself a powerful husband.
Unfortunately for you, her sights were set on your very own lover
This girl had been causing problems for you since the moment she arrived.
She arrived wearing the most beautiful dress and the most expensive accessories to match. When you greeted her at the gates with the other warlords, you couldn’t help but laugh at Masamune, who joked about her being dressed up like some fake doll
You greeted her, hoping that she would be a secretly nice person behind all that uptight glitz and glamour…. BUT NOPE…… she is horrible
In front of the warlords, she was a meek little lamb, but in private, she was an evil witch plotting your death no doubt.
She would whisper threats and insults in your ears when no one was looking, and before you could even reply with a witty comeback of your own, she would run to Hideyoshi and cling to him
On top of all that she was interfering with your work, she would trample with muddy shoes on your freshly cleaned floor, she would accidentally spill drinks on your freshly washed and dried linin, and she would treat you like a personal slave
You were starting to get tired and pissed off, the final straw was during a banquet
Not only did she say that you were just some filthy maid that didn’t belong at such an extravagant banquet, but she also spent the whole night trying to get Masamune’s attention.
Honestly, you weren’t a petty person like her so, you were quietly sipping on some sake and chatting with Nobunaga
When you suddenly felt a cold sensation down your spine. This girl had “accidentally spilt her drink on you”.
THAT’S IT
You stood up and gave her a piece of your mind calling her out for everything. The room was quiet, and all eyes were on you. After dissing her for 10 minutes non-stop, you turned to Nobunaga “I’m going to take some time off until she leaves cause if I have to spend just one more moment in her presence I am going to lose it”. You then turned heel and stormed off
#worst week of your life
You dove into the futon and hid under your fluffy blankie
Masamune saw the whole scene unfold and was now on the hunt to find and comfort his precious little lass
He walked into your shared room and saw you sitting on the futon, eyes red with unshed tears and hands shaking in anger
He walked over to you and gathered you in his strong muscular arms
“I’m here kitten”, He gave you a small kiss on the forehead and looked you in the eyes “What has made my little lass so upset.”
You explained everything that has been happening over the past few days. Masamune silently listened while gently rubbing your back and dropping a few occasional kisses on your hair, forehead and cheeks as you explained.
He nibbled on your ear while whispering “You know I love you and only you, and nothing will ever change that”. When you took too long to answer, he simply started peppering your face and neck with playful kisses while his hand started tickling your sides.
“Looks like I will just have to show you how much I love you and bring that cute smile back on you face”. The little tiger cub saw the two of you having fun and decides to join in
Now you have two troublesome tigers trying to cheer you up
You couldn’t help but break out in laughter “Okay, okay, stop Masa….haha…mercy.. mercy.”
He stopped and stared down at that beautiful smile that had now formed on your lips.
You looked up at Masamune with the biggest puppy dog eyes, and he knew exactly what to do.
He leaned down and kissed you. It started off soft and gentle but soon turned into a more wild passionate kiss.
He kissed every inch of your exposed skin
Finally, all your troubles, frustration and anger had washed away.
Masamune pulled you on top of him so that your head was now comfortably resting on his chest.
He kissed the top of your head and hugged you tightly in a warm embrace.
Slow affectionate fingertips traced the curves of your body
He nuzzled into your hair and left a few more kisses
The little tiger cub snuggled up beside the two of you cuties and gave you one last lick to remind you of his affection
Masa spent the rest of the evening whispering sweet nothings in your ears and soothingly rubbing your back until you fell asleep
Needless to say, the next day the daimyo’s daughter left to go back home, No one messes with the precious princess of the Oda forces
Hope you enjoyed it, dear!
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Do not date your boss, ladies
This writing is still being perfective to represent my view point entirely.
Do not date your boss, ladies
Your ex did not like you, and that is okay. Not everyone is meant to work out in the long run. It hurts, its going too, but time will aid all wounds. Sending them that last text, pouring out your heart in every wistful analogy to explain your depth of gratitude for them will not change their mind or perception of you. If it helps ease your own suffering, or temporarily takes up a space of you mind to not think about them, here is my story on my bad decision that was made in just a short amount of time.
I have been in a deep rut for days; it feels like I could never get out of this heartbreak. I still struggle at times to accept reality, but that is all okay as we are only creatures with extraordinary socialization capabilities, we are prone to have hiccups. I have no idea how I manage to let someone inflict such psychological torment upon myself in such a short amount of time.
I had made a mistake, I dated someone who had no intentions on making it work, even worse, he was my boss. He would act like it was burden upon himself to send me at least one text every other day to acknowledge my existence. As his own words, “I like being alone.” I remember how debilitating it made me feel. I was so hurt that this person that I wanted nothing more than to work things out with him. It hurt so bad to be treated as if I was nothing but just a temporary play toy. At least, from his last communication interaction with me supported my analogy. As I quote from his last message, “And I’m not sure. The sex was good, but I didn’t really feel a deeper connection.”
So, to start off, yes, he was my boss, my postmaster. I was an RCA in a little office in a rural town, not allot of development in the area. I remember when he first transferred to my office, I noticed how he was very keen on insuring his car was in perfect condition after witnessing a fellow carrier park beside him. I mention to the carrier what I witnessed and sighed of annoyance exhaled from him at the possibility of another uptight postmaster. I do not remember the exact witty comment they made, but it was one that was not optimistic about our new supervisor.
I remember when I first had a conversation with him, I was struck back a little because he was attractive. Well-trimmed beard, uptight hair, kind of reminded me of a fuckboy. I was married, going through a divorce, so of course I did not try to immediately take notice to him. However, it was not until a couple of months later that I started developing any feelings for him. I am still not sure why I did. It started with these weird dreams when he first moved to the office, these very strong, passionate dreams, one that lead to, ugh, marriage. These dreams plagued me repeatedly, every week, for several months. Eventually I started getting a little embarrassed by them that I would wake up in the middle of the night to try and wash myself clean. I stupidly thought it was a sign from some supernatural being that this might be the one, so I took a chance a couple of months later and asked him out through his work phone, ugh…
First, I led hints to a coworker that I trusted, that I had a crush on the boss. She thought it was funny and teased me about it because he could be, pardon my French, he could be a straight up piece of shit. She bugged him while I was away, hinting at him that I liked him. According to her, he became red in the face and started deviating plans on how he could sneak such a forbidden work relationship. She told his positive reaction, and I messaged him later that evening. I immediately received a text back from him from his personal cell number to admitting he liked me too. I was astounded, I did not suspect my boss would actually agree to taking a risky proposition at dating me.
Do not get me wrong, I was overcome with joy that he wanted to reciprocate my feelings of intimacy. So we chat constantly all that week on date ideas and eventually that Friday, we went for drinks. He picked me up at my apartment and we went to a local brewery. When I think back on it now, it was kind of weird that I actually did that, haha. Anyways, he was extremely sweet to me that night. I got a little to tipsy, but he did not seem to mind. I got to make out with him for a bit before he dropped me back off at home, kind of felt like a bad girl for kissing my boss. So we agreed to hang out again the next following day, at his place after I got off work. The first thing he does when I got there was to get out wine, guess he needed to ease his own tensions. Obviously, I was disgusting and slept with my boss. However, after that night, he dropped me off the face of the earth communication wise. I brushed it off, stupidly, thinking that he just might be busy. I would force conversations with him when no one was around, and we would continue to meet-up every Saturday for sex from August/September to the end of October.
I was falling for him, I liked him allot, I thought he liked me too. We had plans to meet up on that last Saturday of October 31. I was about ready to head out the door when he cancelled plans on me last second. Saying he did not shower or clean his house and did not feel like having me over. I admit, that ticked me off, and I guess he could sense that so he decided to try and bring the conversation up by stating the fact he bought a game we could play online together, which he never actually did. I’m not sure why he lied on that, but to cut the chase, I asked that following Wednesday if he would like to hang out with me. The look of disgust was pronounced on his face, and that when I got the famous, “I like being alone.” I remember asking if liked me and he said he did, he just enjoys being alone. He stopped texting me after that.
In fact, he started getting nasty at work with me following the next couple of weeks. Demoralizing comments would be made at me. I was always a useless, slow, unintelligent RCA. One that he relied on to save the day a little too much. I was working 14 hour days at this point, 6 to almost 7 days a week. However, he made sure to mention every morning how much work he has to get done and how debilitating his job is compared to the rest of us. Yeah, I am sure working from 8am to 530pm, 5 days a week is a whole lot harder. The final straw before I quit was when he had me written up for a PDI meeting because of me leaving work early for a statewide blizzard. My car went off the embankment multiple times, the roads were not being plowed because of the density of the snow. I did not want to injure myself; these roads were in the mountains. My life was on the line. To cut to the point, he did not tell me he had me scheduled for a PDI, I had to find that out on my own, I would have had to start my route by 11 in the afternoon, which would not have me finished until 14 hours later. After some other witfully crafted words were said to dehumanize me, I quit.
I do not know why he turned against me, but I kind of got the hint after my ex-husband chewed it out of him. My ex-husband is still my friend, a good one. He was upset about how this guy used me then dumped on the side like that. Eventually my ex-boss messaged me a couple months later that my ex-husband was harassing him and that is when I finally made the stupidest mistake of them all. I admitted to him that I still had feelings for him, and I was sorry for whatever I did to upset him, and I would love to get back together down the road, and this yadiya crap. He gave me one simple response back, “And I’m not sure. The sex was good, but I didn’t really feel a deeper connection.”
That is it, I was just good for sex. Nothing more, nothing less. He did not even try, I tried to talk to him. I tried to keep him happy. It hurts that I had all this stupid emotional build up with him, and all he can muster was, I did not feel any deep connection.
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Shklance - Necromancer Pt2
Sorry about last week, guys, I totally got caught up with my husband’s family reunion, and then I meant to post on Monday, but I misread the requirements for two of my three term papers and got the page count off so they’re longer than I thought they would be and I’ve been freaking out about them all week. And I will continue to do that for this next week because f my life I guess. Just two more weeks of school (and then like half a week where I have just two finals), and then I’m done for summer break, so just know that I’m trying guys haha. But hey, if anyone wants some original stories, I’m editing those all week for class :P
So, I know that I post most of my series in parts, and someone has asked me about that, since my stories tend to time-skip a lot. I do apologize for that, my brain doesn’t like to give me the between to each stories, just little scenes from each, and since I actually write fanfic mostly so I can practice my writing, I don’t push too much for those between scenes. However, this is something I need to work on if I ever want to improve, so I’m working on a longer version of my demon au, if anyone wants to yell at me about that. Anyway, I’m still trying to explore the plot and world to this story, so I hope you guys enjoy this. EDIT: Here is part 1!!!!
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“Come on, Lance, you have to admit that this is getting out hand!” Keith was yelling at him, but Lance knew better than to let it get to him. Oh, sure, it hurt, because it was definitely a reminder that Keith probably thought he was an idiot. Because let’s face it, he was an idiot. But Lance also knew that whatever anger Keith felt towards him, it was much stronger and directed towards Lotor, not him.
The school’s only other necromancer had been making Lance’s life miserable ever since they started their classes. It was like it wasn’t enough that Lotor was better than Lance was at the magic itself, or that Professor Haggar definitely preferred Lotor to Lance, or that during all of their stupid dinners with Professor Zarkon (and really, how the hell did they always wind up having dinner with him, when Lance knew for a fact the other classes had dined with multiple teachers by this point) resulted in Lance being ignored on a good day, and verbally abused on a bad day. No, Lotor had resulted to using magics on Lance in the hallways and on the field. And Lance. Couldn’t. Catch. A Fucking. Break.
Honestly, it was a wonder that Lance had lasted this long without anyone finding out.
Well, anyone except for his stupidly observant roommates. And seriously? Fuck them.
“Shut up, Keith, I get it, okay? We all know that I’m too weak and stupid to be able to defend myself against someone as talented and powerful as Lotor.”
Keith snarled at Lance, lunging forward, but Shiro caught him by the back of his neck and kept him in place. Lance felt a brief surge of triumph and relief, even gratitude toward the older vampire, but then he turned his head to glare at Lance, too, and Lance realized that he was laying on the couch, only half dressed because the other two had insisted on “treating his wounds”, and he was exhausted. As a necromancer, Lance was able to suck up energy and use it as his own, but as is, he used up all of his own sucking up Lotor’s, and the entire endeavor had left him weak as a kitten.
If Keith really wanted to attack him, he wouldn’t be able to do anything to stop them.
“How long?”
Lance squirmed, wincing as it tugged on the slashes and cuts littering his entire upper body. Yeah, no, he wasn’t going anywhere.
“Lance,” Shiro said again, “how long?”
Lance remained silent, valiantly trying to keep quiet. Keith snarled again. “Don’t you get it, you idiot? This isn’t okay! We need to tell someone, which means you have to tell someone something. Even… even if it’s not us. Please.” It was the way Keith’s voice faded by the end of his sentence, as if the idea that Lance wouldn’t trust them with something like this was a very real fear that he had. It made Lance look up at him, curious as to why his friend sounded so emotional.
Fuck. Was he crying? Lance was pretty sure those were tears shining in Keith’s eyes, and fuck, he wasn’t at all prepared for this. Shiro, maybe. Lance, definitely. But Keith? Keith never cried, what the hell was he supposed to do with that???
Run away, obviously.
“Look, you guys have been awesome. Seriously. I mean, I could’ve totally taken care of this mess,” he gestured down his body, gesturing at the ugly mess of bruises and cuts and trying to ignore the way Keith’s tears had slowed and both of the vampires were now glaring at him, “but your help is definitely appreciated. But I have class, you guys have class, we all need some sleep. So let’s try and get on that, yeah?” He swung his legs of the edge of the couch, satisfied that he had found a viable reason to cut this awkward and uncomfortable talk short.
Yet the instant he swung his body around on the couch – hissing at the pain that lit up at the movement – he found himself blocked by Shiro’s body. He’d stepped forward, trapping Lance on the couch, bracketing him in with his legs. He was so close that Lance was forced to lean back on his hands, just to avoid getting a faceful. Leaning back wasn’t much better, though, as he found himself almost immediately trapped there by Keith, who was leaning over the back of the couch, presumably to make sure Lance couldn’t scramble away from them.
Like he could do anything of the sort with the way his body was aching. Seriously, fuck Lotor.
“Lance.” At least Shiro was quieter than Keith. Even if the anger was still obvious. “You can’t keep doing this. We want to help you. Please let us help you.”
Lance snorted, unable to help himself. “Like you guys could. Don’t you know what Haggar teaches us in those stupid classes of hers?” Shiro inched impossibly closer, even as Keith leaned down, placed his hands on Lance’s shoulders gingerly, but firmly enough that Lance was really started to feel surrounded by them.
“There have only been rumors,” Shiro admitted, “but Lance, we don’t care. We just want to help you.”
“Please,” Keith added.
Lance looked at them, really looked at them. They were genuine, he knew, but would they still accept him after learning the truth? That Haggar had really been training himself and Lotor so they could overpower the other kinds of supernaturals, that she was determined to use them to create some kind of army so that they could take over the world (or something stupid like that, Lance honestly tried not to listen to her shit), that she had challenged both Lotor and Lance to use their new spells and abilities on their vampire roommates, and that’s how Lotor was so easily taken in by the rest of the vampires in the building while simultaneously turning them against Lance (and Shiro and Keith, but they tried not to show how much it bothered them. It didn’t work. Lance knew they were hurting)? Would they still want him around? Would they even still like him? Then again, this wasn’t working, either. So it was just a matter of time before they got sick of him and decided that he was too much work and not worth the effort.
Well, in that case. Better sooner than later, right?
“Some of the spells she teaches us are how to control the undead.”
Keith blinked. “Like, zombies?”
Lance gaped up at him. “Like vampires, you moron! She wants us both to use the spells she teaches us on our roommates – on you – in order to show how ‘committed’ we are to our education, and so she can decide if we’re ready to progress, and—”
“You refused,” Shiro stated. “Shit, Lance, don’t tell me that some of this is from her?”
Lance stared at him, completely confused. “How did you—”
“Oh, come on, Lance,” Keith rolled his eyes, “obviously you haven’t done anything to us, and that’s actually not one of the worst rumors we’ve heard about Haggar, it’s not a far stretch to think she would stoop to actually abusing a student.”
“And then Lotor would take this as confirmation that you were weak or something, and of course that would lead to more attacks.” Shiro sounded confident, as if this all made sense and was very logical. “So the only real question would be…”
“How long?” Keith trapped Lance’s head in his hands, gently tilting him backwards on the couch, forcing Lance to look at him and nothing else. Thankfully, Shiro had stretched forward to support his back at this awkward arch, otherwise the new position would get very painful very fast. As is, it was just uncomfortable, great for encouraging him to answer quickly, if only to regain mobility. “Lance, how long have they been doing this to you?”
Lance had to blink away tears at the concern and care he heard in Keith’s voice. Between Shiro’s body and Keith’s head, he couldn’t quite reach up to wipe the tears away, so they started to slowly slip down his cheeks.
“I progressed a lot faster than Lotor did, at first, I promise.” Fuck, he was getting choked up. He heard Shiro make an encouraging noise.
“Of course you did, you’re ten times smarter than that fucker.” Keith sounded vicious, and it made Lance chuckle, though it sounded entirely too watery to be believable.
“It took Lotor all semester to get to that point, Haggar didn’t really teach it to him until a couple weeks ago.” A little over four months, since they were partway through the fifth now, and then they would have a month off before the next semester started. Now his tears were really coming. “I got there after two weeks.”
There was a long silence. When he spoke, his voice sounded dangerous, and Lance was reminded again of Shiro’s own fierce protectiveness towards his friends.
Towards Lance.
“That witch has been doing this to you for 4 months?” he hissed viciously. Lance struggled to right himself, but Keith wouldn’t release him, and instead had taken to rubbing his forehead against Lance’s, even as his thumbs smoothed his tears away.
“No, no!” he managed to sputter, panicked. “She just thought it was too difficult for me to really master! So she’s been teaching me other spells in the meantime, but once Lotor achieved that level and then started to use that same spell on his own roommates and then other vampires, too, she realized I’d just been stalling and told her I couldn’t do the spell.”
Lance finally managed to get his hands where he needed to, and he pushed insistently at Keith’s head. He growled at the gesture, but eventually moved out of the way. Shiro moved, too, allowing Lance to push himself off the couch – ouch stupid ribs – and walk towards the hallway to his own bedroom. Today had been exhausting and all he wanted was the chance to have some time to himself.
“Wait, why doesn’t Lotor just do the spell on us? If he’s done it to everyone else in the building?” Shiro wanted to know.
“Seriously, you think I would let him do that to you? Nobody deserves that.” Lance’s tears were finally starting to stop, but he knew it was going to take him a while to relax. “Plus, so long as you two aren’t spelled, it’s obvious to Haggar that I’m still refusing to do as she asks.” He kept walking, until Keith interrupted him.
“Lance, if you got there first, why have you been saying all semester that Lotor is better at magic than you are?”
Lance paused on his way to his bedroom and sighed. Seriously, he was hurting and knew he was going to have to do all of this over again tomorrow, couldn’t they just let him sleep? But he gave in, turning his head just enough to show that he was answering them and said, “Because even from the start, he was willing to do whatever she asked. Did you really think that she would get her hands dirty hurting me, when he was perfectly happy to do it for her?”
And with that, he headed to bed.
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Happy Birthday to Me Pt 11
I thought this would be a great time to throw back another jar of wine. I’d almost made it to the tray of Emperor’s Smile when all of a sudden I was lifted BODILY FROM THE FLOOR AND CARRIED TO THE FUCKING STAGE AGAIN.
DAGE I THOUGHT YOU WERE COOL!!! :( :( :( :(
And apparently SangSang had shoved Lan Zhan up there too!?!
“Come on guys,” I said, trying to save us both because Lan Zhan looked positively mortified, “Clearly Lan Zhan doesn’t want to sing again!”
I started to walk off the stage, determined to throw a wrench in whatever scheme those blasted Nie brothers had concocted, but I was too late.
DaGe stood in my way as that damn song from the end of Grease started playing. That fucking ‘you’re the one that I want’ song.
Y’ALL AIN’T SLICK
I KNOW WHAT YOU’RE DOING YOU ASSHOLES
YOU THINK YOU’RE CLEVER
YOU THINK YOU’RE SO SMART
I kept trying to get off the stage but I think DaGe might qualify as an actual landmass because no matter what direction I tried there he fucking was!!!!
And then
The wind up had finished and the song had gotten to the words.
And I heard Lan Zhan start to sing.
In that smooth deep voice of his (Which is nothing like John Travolta but ooooh so much sweeter).
I swear to god I almost passed out when I heard him singing “I’ve got chiiiiils. They’re multiplyin”.
Like HOLY FUCK
IS THAT ALLOWED?
IS THAT ALLOWED????????????
Well of course I had no choice but to join in now! If Lan Zhan wants to sing it with me then that’s what he’s gonna get.
But I decided that if I was gonna suffer, so was everyone else.
I picked the highest register falsetto screech I could manage.
‘YOU BETTER SHAPE UP! CUZ I NEED A MAAAAAAAN”
That’s what you get, Nie Brothers. I hope you’re satisfied.
Dickwads.
Not gonna lie though.
Once I got over the initial mortification, it was actually kinda amazing.
I know they threw us up there as like a sort of weird pseudo confession on my part but what it ended up as was a beautiful disaster.
(So Me in a nutshell)
In the end some of the girls started doing backup vocals for us from the crowd too! You know those parts in between where the background singers just go “Oooh Oooh”.
It was great!
I was exhausted by the time it was over though. We took our bows and I ran off to get the drink I’d been coveting. I wasn’t gonna let anyone stop me this time.
Taking an entire bottle for myself, I went back to sit and watch the next performers.
Wen Ning finally worked up the courage (or drank enough wine) to get up on stage himself. And of course he chose one of the absolute BEST karaoke songs ever. Bohemian Rhapsody!
Fuck yeah! You can’t just have karaoke and NOT sing Queen! It’s against the law of parties!
He started off so shy (which worked because the song starts slow anyway)
But with our encouraging cheers he soon got past that. Soon he was screaming “MAMAAAAAAA OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH” into the mike with all the passion his quivering body could muster!
It was amazing.
We all went in like he was singing the greatest performance ever. With lots of whoopings and “SING IT MY BROTHA!” from Wen Qing.
Apparently Lan Xichen took it as a personal challenge and decided to pull out the next obvious must have for karaoke parties and started singing Journey.
I swear hearing that man rasp out “JUST A CITEH BOI!!”
This one turned into everyone singing because how can we resist?
Oh my favorite though had to be when the Nie Brothers went up and started singing “Gaston” from Beauty and the Beast.
OH my god that was incredible.
DaGe got up there with a chair and started sulking while Nie Huaisang chose the track. And Nie Huaisang went along with the perfect LeFou.
He leaned his elbow on DaGe’s shoulder with this sycophantic pout on his face.
“Gosh it disturbs me to see you, DaGe, looking so down in the DUMPS”
OH god it was PERFECT. He changed out every single “Gaston” with DaGe.
And DaGe’s voice was PERFECT as Gaston! Sign the man up for Broadway!
He started that bit about eating raw eggs (gross) and just BELTED out the word “barge”
Like Fuck. This man had to be taking singing lessons on the sly or something!
(I’m gonna ask SangSang about it later if I remember. Because he HAS to be taking lessons.)
After that the party started to wind down a bit. After another couple songs I looked over to the cake, thinking about stealing another sliver, and was dismayed to find out how little of it was left!
So while everyone was distracted I snuck over to steal…. Well the rest of it. Haha.
I hid it in the cafe’s fridge to be wrapped up more… securely later.
It’s my party. I do what I want. And I wants cake!!!
Fortunately everyone was so worn out as we all started crashing from our party high that no one noticed my temporary absence.
Like a fucking ninja!
Well…. I say I took all of it.
Evidently I missed a piece. The cakes that Lan Zhan had been holding had somehow never left the chair I’d apparently set them on.
We discovered this by way of Lan Xichen’s ass.
Sat square on ‘em.
Never let this man have alcohol. Just. Don’t do it.
Well he screamed, which made A-Lian scream, which made Lan Xichen cry. It was a mess.
And that is the note my birthday party ended on. Lan Xichen started wailing in DaGe’s arms about how he’d ruined Lan Zhan’s cake and how sorry he was. For his part DaGe seemed to be handling it well with some comforting pats and quiet ‘there there”s.
The kids looked dead on their feet by then anyway so it was probably best to end the celebration anyway.
I couldn’t have had a more perfect birthday.
I watched as everyone started cleaning up. I tried to help a few times and got scolded again, so I just kinda sat there to people-watch instead.
It wasn’t until the peacock went to get Shijie’s coat that I remembered!!!!
I can’t believe that we almost forgot the most important tradition!
I launched myself up to her crying that we forgot!!
And Jiang Cheng being himself tried to shame me by saying I was too old, to which I proclaimed that I was absolutely NOT too old. Never too old!
Shijie just giggled at us before giving me my owed kisses. One cheek kiss per year I managed to not die.
Except she miscounted! I only got 28! I didn’t want to be ungrateful, but birthday kisses are birthday kisses! And if I’m expected to live to 30 I’m gonna need all 29!
I pointed out to her that she still owed me one.
“I know I know,” she said, a mischievous glint in her eyes. (And people wonder where I learned it from. Pshh). She pulled a tube of BRIGHT red lipstick that I’m pretty sure I’ve never seen her wear before. She put it on carefully before pulling me in to leave the largest kiss she could on my forehead, no doubt leaving a perfect red kiss mark on it.
She just laughed at me when I claimed that was cheating.
Cheating at what? Who knows. Still cheating. But she just booped my nose and kept giggling.
That’s when we noticed A-Ling trying desperately to get her attention with big watery eyes.
“Aw, A-Ling. Do you want a kiss too?” she asked sweetly, laughing again when he nodded with an even bigger pout. She knelt down to give him just as big a kiss on his cheek, leaving a bright red mark that surely matched mine exactly.
And then she straightened up to kiss her husband who seemed to be sulking like he wanted one too but wasn’t willing to admit it. Looked like a bright red polkadot on his forehead. Right between the eyes. He looked ridiculous.
A-Lian’s subsequent kiss was more pink than red at this point as she was slowly running out of lipstick. It was around this point that I felt a bump at the back of my legs. I looked down to see little A-Yuan peering at the display of kissing. His finger was hooked in his mouth, a habit we’re still trying to break him out of, and he looked so shy as he watched. I shifted a bit so Shijie would notice.
Fortunately she did. I think he might have run away if I’d pointed it out verbally. She crouched next to him with that heart melting smile that only Shijie can do and asked him if he wanted a kiss too. He squeaked a little but nodded anyway and was rewarded with his own pink stamp on his cheek. He giggled and hid his face in my leg.
She straightened up and the mischievous glint was back in her eye as she focused on Jiang Cheng who seemed to just be milling in the area, pointedly looking out the window rather than at the festival of smooches.
“You want a kiss too, A-Cheng?” she asked teasingly. He scoffed and claimed he was too old. Clearly it was a ruse because he absolutely did want a kiss but his pride wouldn’t let him accept one easily.
Too bad for him DaGe had no such issues. He pushed him aside and claimed he’d take it for him then. Shijie laughed then and gave him a nice big kiss on his cheek.
This set off a chain reaction as a rather disgruntled Jiang Cheng was forced further to the side by a still overly excited Lan Xichen who was whining that he wanted a kiss too! DaGe happily obliged, kissing his forehead (Much to Lan Xichen’s quite obvious delight).
Jiang Cheng, to his credit, did his best to look like he wasn’t sulking, but our Shijie can see through us no matter what front we put up. She’s magic like that.
“You know you want one too, A-Cheng,” she said before snatching him and planting the biggest kiss yet on his cheek before he could manage to squirm away.
He couldn’t quite disguise how happy this made him. Adorable.
He’d better be ready for his 28 kisses when it’s his turn this weekend.
After that it was all hugs and tears (the latter pretty much exclusively from Lan XIchen who seemed to remember his butt was full of cake). I’m pretty sure some people double back for more hugs. And Gamby and Aunty Yi each added to my collection of kisses, each taking a cheek.
When Jin ZiXuan’s turn came for a second I thought he was actually going to hug me. I was ready to fight for my life, but it wasn’t needed .
“Oh look!” he said instead, “It’s WELL past 10:30 now. Wei Ying! Happy Birthday you dick!”
Cheeky bastard.
He was immediately slammed by the consequences of this by his son tattling on him to Shijie, claiming his father had said a naughty word.
I was still laughing as they shuffled out of sight when I got a solid smack on the arm.
Why do people keep hitting me????????????? Whyyyyyyyyyy
“Happy Birthday,” he said, not quite looking me in the face. You can’t expect Jiang Cheng to be sentimental AND make eye contact. Not possible. “Keep in touch, will you?”
I promised I would and pulled him in to one last hug, which he actually let me do without a fuss.
The Wens were the last group to shuffle out but not before I caught Lan Zhan and A-Yuan sharing a big hug.
Oh my heart. ARGHHHHHHHHHHH.
They seemed to be talking to each other about something but I couldn’t catch what either was saying.
And then they were gone.
Huaisang left shortly after them after some more birthday wishes and just like that I was alone with Lan Zhan.
We looked at each other in the dim lights of the Cafe. I could look at him forever.
Once again this man had somehow managed to leave me speechless. Just… Everything he had done for me came washing over me all at once. We moved at the same time, each of us pulling the other in for a tight embrace.
I thanked him again for giving me the best birthday I’d ever had. And he made my heart freak out again by telling me that I was worth every moment of it.
I felt him place a kiss on the top of my head after saying that.
Fuck Lan Zhan! Do you want me to hit 30? Because if you keep this up I’ll die before I even get half way through my 29th year!!!
He told me to go upstairs while he locked up the cafe and finished the cleaning that wouldn’t be able to wait for tomorrow.
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Building their Love, Together
Thank you so much for the support once again, @ramann! I absolutely adored writing Orabelle! I hope you like it!
Summary: Orabelle, a cleric from a small church in Ylisse, married Frederick after the war -- their love had started to bear fruit once she found out she was pregnant with their son, Arthur. The emotion to be able to carry a life so precious like that inside her made the young woman emotional whenever she thought about it, though her husband also couldn’t help himself within their shared happiness.
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Humming a classic lullaby, there lay a woman by a rocking chair, her eyes focused on the needlework her hands were used to doing. The gentle sunlight from mid-spring was filtered through the thin curtains, illuminating the blonde streaks as though they were made out of gold, making the scene feel as angelic as it looked.
“Mhm-hmm…” Orabelle hummed adorably, raising her latest work to her eye level to check it out -- it was a baby-sized pajama, complete with a tiny hood topped with bear ears. “I wonder what you’ll look like when you’re born, baby?” She whispered to the air, carefully placing the complete outfit on her lap before stroking her flat stomach.
The cleric had found out she was pregnant with Frederick’s child only a week ago, so there was no way the baby bump would start to grow immediately. Still, Orabelle couldn’t keep the excitement within herself since she was finally bearing the fruit of her and Frederick’s love.
Of course, according to Arthur, their future-hailing child, this year would be the one of his birth, so it was mostly certain that the baby being nurtured inside Orabelle would be a boy, Arthur’s counterpart. Even so, since Orabelle had never been pregnant before, she couldn’t help but wonder about all sorts of things -- what will they enjoy eating while growing up? Will they be heavy sleepers? Perhaps they’ll feel cold easily…? Will they really be a boy? What if a girl is born? Perhaps her name should be Artorias…
“Heehee,” unable to contain her excitement, Orabelle once again caught herself stroking her stomach, despite it showing no sign of containing a baby yet. “Oh, baby, I’m already looking forward to meeting you so badly.” She sighed happily, resting her head on the chair, rocking it slightly.
“The day I met your brother -- you know, the older Arthur -- it was so magical. I’ve always felt a connection with children, especially during my days at the church as I took care of the orphans. It was somehow within me that I wanted to have a child in the future and- when Arthur appeared before us I couldn’t hold back the tears,” she sniffled with the memory, remembering how hard she hugged the young boy back then (and how hard Frederick squeezed the both of them in turn). “So to feel you growing here, to know that you’re here with me; t-to look forward to your arrival… Oh, my baby! You don’t know how happy I am.” Unable to hold the tears back, Orabelle dried them with the back of her hand, sniffling softly to appease her thumping heart.
“I don’t even know if you’ll be a big boy like your father and look at me -- making a pajama I don’t even know will fit you!” She tried to click her tongue to herself, but there was no way she could erase the foolish smile spreading across her face. “Now look at this silly me, crying on my own!”
Orabelle giggled as more tears fell, too focused on the task of drying to them to hear her husband’s approaching footsteps.
“My love, I have returned-” Frederick was about to undo his tie when he saw his weeping wife, hardening his body immediately. “Orabelle?! What’s happened? Are you ill? Is it the baby-” he ran to her, not allowing himself to fidget around her, immediately picking her up in his arms.
“Whoa- Frederick! I-I’m fine, there’s no need to- ahh, the crochet!” Startled, Orabelle could only widen her eyes and watch as the little pajama fell during Frederick’s quick motion to eject her from the room towards the nearest infirmary.
“You do not seem to have a fever- are you in pain?” He asked in a hurried voice, not slowing down his steps as he pressed his forehead on her.
“I’m-I’m fine, Frederick! Put me down, please!” She kicked her legs, watching as their surroundings changed at an alarming pace due to Frederick’s long legs. At her wriggling, the knight carefully put his wife down, a concerned frown still deep in his brow.
“Whyever were you crying, then, my love? Were you not in pain? You must take care of yourself -- I could not bear if something were to happen to you.”
Orabelle sniffled for the last time, her tears long gone, though her face was still wet. “It’s-” suddenly embarrassed, the cleric bit her lower lip before looking down to her feet. However, an idea popped on her head before Frederick could even wonder what she was mumbling about. “It’s better if I show you. Come with me,” she wrapped her soft hand into his rugged one, guiding him back to their quarters.
Still frowning, Frederick tilted his head to the side in confusion, though complied to his adorable wife. Since they walked at her pace, it took them double the time to return than it did to arrive where they were, though the closer they got, the harder Orabelle squeezed Frederick’s hand, so he could tell there was something important she wanted to tell him.
The door had been left open in Frederick’s hurry, but that only allowed them to see the room in full before entering. “There, see?” She pointed to the forgotten baby garment, halfway between the rocking chair and the door. “I was, well, I am very excited about our baby and-” she started to gush, pulling her hand that still had Frederick’s into it towards her stomach, feeling his warm touch on it. “I couldn’t help myself, I suppose,” she shrugged as her cheeks were dyed in a soft pink.
Frederick’s lips trembled, his eyes unable to leave the tiny, so very tiny clothing all but ostracized inside their room. Slowly did he untangle his fingers from Orabelle’s, walking towards the garment with care, as though stepping too hard close to it could somehow damage it.
Orabelle watched as her husband crouched to pick up the little pajama, but he didn’t get up -- instead, he brought the garment to his face to nudge on it as his shoulders shook with emotion.
“F-Frederick?” Orabelle whispered, tiptoeing to her kneeling husband, finding that he, too, had been unable to contain his tears as he hugged the little -- their baby’s! -- garment. “Oh, my darling…” She sniffled in response, wrapping her arms around Frederick’s broad shoulders. “Do you see now?”
“Y-yes, oh, how do I see.” Frederick choked a sob as his own hands trembled due to the tremendous care he took to hold the intricately sewn piece. “May I… may I join you in this endeavor? I would very much like to knit winter clothes to our child.” He turned his glistening eyes to his wife, who stared back at him with an equally emotional gaze.
“Of course! Oh, Frederick, of course you can!” She smiled brightly, not unlike the sun, immediately throwing herself into his arms. “I confess I need a bit more practice, since this will be the first time I make clothing this tiny…” she declared shyly by his neck, muffling her voice under his skin.
“Haha, do not worry, my love. As you know, I personally knitted most of Young Lady Lucina’s winter wardrobe, so I will naturally bestow upon our child the same quality of work!” Frederick replied earnestly, digging his face into Orabelle’s hair with a wide grin that he only allowed his wife to see.
“Oh, that’s true! How could I have forgotten!” Orabelle laughed heartily, letting go of the hug just enough to place her forehead on his. “Can we start now? I’m afraid I don’t know if making clothes this size or Lucina’s size will do. You’re a big man, my husband, so it’s no wonder that your child will be on the larger side as well, right?”
Slipping down to sit on the floor with his wife over his legs, Frederick made a pensive expression. “I hadn’t considered that, but you are right as always, my love. Perhaps my knowledge will amount to nothing, after all.” He mused with a hand under his chin.
“Don’t say that! If anything, we can learn together. I’m used to making -- or at least mending -- children’s clothes and you know how to knit baby garments-”
“-and scarves, hats and sweaters for adults, as well,” he added with a bob of his head, which only served to make Orabelle’s smile grow.
“Wonderful! See? Together we can learn how to do it all. From making his clothes to- to…” Orabelle bit her lower lip, glancing down at her stomach before looking back up to her husband. Doing so only made her eyes burn with newfound tears, forcing her bite her lower lip to contain them. “To raising him and loving him and-” she choked a sob, scurrying back into her husband’s arms.
That set Frederick off as well, whose shoulders trembled with the effort of using as little strength as possible when hugging his beloved wife. “Yes. Yes, Orabelle. We will learn together and raise him together. We will love him together and make him the happiest child alive… together.”
“Heehee, heehee!” Orabelle giggled happily amidst her tears that drenched Frederick’s shoulder. “Thank you for being there for me, Frederick. I can only be this happy since it’s you who’s by my side.”
The knight had to gulp down a sob to be able to reply without a crack in his voice, ever so slightly tightening the hug around Orabelle’s waist. “You took the words out of my mouth, my love.” He placed a kiss on her neck, losing himself in her scent.
The couple spent a few moments simply enjoying one another’s presence, but once they let go of the hug and locked eyes with each other, their fond smiles were mirrored in their faces. “Let’s get started, then? I have a few designs I want to test after we get the size right.” Orabelle raised her hand so Frederick could take it.
“After that, we can start making them larger for him to use throughout the months and years. Babies grow alarmingly fast!” Frederick added sternly, though he couldn’t betray the smile plastered across his face when he took his wife’s hand to help her up.
“Of course! Ohh, we could go to the market later to get some ideas, too!” She added happily, clasping both hands together. Frederick slid one hand behind her back to guide her towards her previous seat, his heart full -- overflowing, even -- with love.
If it was them, they would love their baby more than anything in the whole world; of that, Frederick was sure.
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