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owliellder · 8 months

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Two's A Crowd

College Bully! Leon Kennedy x fem! Reader

MDNI 18+

(Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5)

Description: College is proving to be a lot harder than you imagined. You cannot fail this math class. So when you've tried everything else, a well-known student is recommended to you by your professor for tutoring lessons, not really leaving you with much of a choice but to work with him.

Warnings: Not proofread, No Use of Y/N, Dub-Con, Unprotected Sex, Bullying, Yelling, Cursing

Tags: College AU, Bully! Leon, Shy! Reader, both are in their early 20's, Leon is Rude AF in the beginning, Loss of Virginity, Oral Sex, Fingering, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Additional Tags to be Added

Author's Note: Yay!! New multi-chapter fic in honor of 800 followers!!

I'm a sucker for tropes and mean Leon is one I can't keep out of my head. If you're not good at math then this is the fic for you! (also don't mind me slipping some Sky lore in here...)

Cross-posted onto AO3

Chapter 1

Growing up, college had always been a big dream of yours, leaving you fantasizing day in and out about all the possibilities that would open up, along with actually getting to live through the renowned “college experience”.

In reality, college was a lot harder than you were expecting. Your parents had told you to jump right into it after high school, fearing taking a gap year would ruin your good streak. The stress was starting to get to you and it was only a semester into your freshman year. All the tests, projects, and general studying really wore down on your mental health, not to mention you were failing the one math class you had.

You couldn’t tell your parents, no, they’d probably have a heart attack, especially since that math class was a prerequisite to another class that you needed to take. They were already worried enough that you hadn’t picked a major yet, so who knows how they’d take the news that you were failing right off the bat.

It was hard enough that you were feeling homesick. This was the first time you’d ever been this far away from home, studying at a university when you would’ve been perfectly content going to a community college closer to home. Your roommate was nice, but the two of you weren’t growing any closer than mere acquaintances, so it always felt awkward to just exist in your own dorm room.

Your eating habits worsened with the lack of any real food within five miles of campus. Sure there were a couple fast food chains on the campus itself, but they closed incredibly early. By the time you finished studying, which was around six in the evening, it had already closed. Not to mention that when they were open, the lines were comically long. University food was out of the question after you got violently ill from their “chicken nuggets”, so you were left with the little money your parents provided once a week to order takeout or make quick trips to the store to buy a frozen meal. Only one, since the mini fridge in your dorm was almost always occupied by your roommates stuff.

Everything was so exhausting and you were way out of your comfort zone having to use the community bathrooms for all your hygienic routines. Walking in always made you feel like you were interrupting a meeting in the president’s oval office with how many nasty looks you were given when all you were trying to do was brush your teeth.

The first thing you saw whenever you opened up Canvas was a massive F staring you down from the little box that comprised the majority of your math assignments and tests, making you feel less than worthless. This one semester alone helped you understand why so many people dropped out, this was hard.

By now you’d already gone to your math professor multiple times asking for redos or extra credit work. He was probably sick of seeing you since you showed up after almost every single assignment’s grades were submitted.

“Heeeyyy, Mr. Lebovic..” You said after knocking your knuckle against his open door to grab his attention. “Listen, about that last quiz, I-”

He cut you off with a wave of his hand before gesturing towards one of the chairs sitting in front of his desk. You hurried to sit down, watching nervously as he slowly pulled his eyes off his computer and onto you. “I get it, you don’t need to explain yourself.” His relaxed tone and faint smile was enough to ease your nerves a bit, letting your shoulders slump with a sigh. “You’ve been trying really hard, I can easily recognize that.”

You nodded eagerly, licking your dry lips as you opened your mouth to speak, only to be cut off again. “I’ve been looking into studying options that might help you. Resources are scarce for this material, but I think I finally have a tutor to help you out.”

A wave of relief washed over you at the mention of tutor. Maybe you wouldn’t have to face the wrath of your parent’s disappointment after all! “Oh.. o-okay…” you stuttered, eyebrows furrowing as you silently beckoned him to continue.

“I teach another math class, it’s higher level, but I have a student in there that’s just taken up tutoring the material you’re learning.” Your professor seemed just as happy as you were about the opportunity. “His name is Leon Kennedy, he’s got one of the study rooms in the library from three to five in the afternoon on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays.”

It took you a second to process everything Mr. Lebovic was telling you before you scrambled to pull out a sticky note and a pen to write all the information down on. You heard the older man chuckle softly, looking over at him when he held out a small piece of paper to you. “I wrote it down already for you, don’t worry.” You wished you could’ve thanked him tenfold, but his office hours were closed for the day now, so you said a quick goodbye and hurried back to your dorm, holding onto the piece of paper like a lifeline.

Contrary to what your math professor thinks, you knew the name “Leon Kennedy”. You had a couple friends that you hung out with occasionally out in the grass in front of the science building and they’d brought him up before. The few vague bits of info that you’d heard weren’t flattering, painting this Leon in quite a bad light; the stereotypical jock in a frat flying by on a full-ride scholarship. However, he was your saving grace now and you needed to develop more of an unbiased opinion of him if he was going to help you raise your grade from an F.

“Yeesh, sorry I’m not better at math or I would’ve helped you.” One of your friends, Sky, spoke up as they read the piece of paper your professor gave you yesterday from over your shoulder. “Even if you were better at math, I still wouldn’t trust you.” Ella, your other friend, laughed out.

“Ha ha, yeah, Sky failed math four times. Big whoop.” Sky waved their hands dramatically before walking over to sit down next to Ella in the dead grass. “Seriously though, you’re better off taking a failing grade and dealing with your parents. Kennedy is the devil incarnate.”

“The devil incarnate sounds easier to put up with than my parents, so I’ll take my chances..” You grumbled, taking a seat on a medium-sized rock close to the pair. “Maybe he’s turning a new leaf? Deciding to tutor?”

Sky crossed her arms and rolled her eyes which made Ella elbow them in the side before giving you a sympathetic smile. “Maybe so, but please just be careful. I don’t want you having to put up with some jackass that has an ego bigger than Texas.”

You nodded with a slight frown, moving your foot side to side lazily to push the grass blades around. You didn’t even think to consider the repercussions of studying with some random junior. “I’m sure it’ll be alright. Besides, just tell Sky and I if he’s giving you any trouble. I know damn well no man likes to put up with two women yelling in his face.” Sky nodded and pointed to Ella for added dramatics. “Yeah, and I bite. My top six teeth are porcelain so that shit hurts. Trust me.”

Your friends never failed to make you laugh, a slight resolve in a pool full of worries, you suppose. “Don’t worry, you guys’ll be the first to know if Leon is mean.”

“Good. Now, when’re you gonna go see the guy?” Sky rested their arms on their knees before looking up at you. “Uh.. in a couple hours I guess. I already made the appointment.” Your response seemed to surprise both of your friends, giving them a confused look in response to their shocked ones. “Is that.. Is that not a good time?”

“No no, just.. I thought you would’ve maybe taken a little longer to go and see him.” Ella shrugged, reaching a hand up to scratch behind their neck. “Proud of you, taking the initiative like that.” She then looked at her phone before pulling herself off the ground with a small groan. “I got class in a couple minutes. Good luck with the frat boy.”

She patted your shoulder as she walked off towards the larger building on campus, leaving you and Sky alone for the rest of the time. Part of you wished both of your friends could walk you to the library when the time came, but having Sky was enough. “So.. Leon’s bad bad?” You needed a bit more clarification on the guy you were going to spend one-on-one time with, something to calm you down after running through countless scenarios in your head.

“He’s not all bad, 'least I don't think. I’ve exchanged a few ‘hello’s’ and ‘excuse me’s’ with him here and there since we apparently frequent the same building.” Sky scooted over to the rock you were sitting on, placing the back of their head on your legs. A couple brown leaves blew over from a nearby tree which they grabbed and crunched with their hand. “I haven’t personally experienced any bad happenings around him, but he is part of a pretty notoriously rowdy frat, so you have to promise me that you’ll only study with him on campus and never go to that frat house or any frat house in general, alright?”

Sky pointed up at you, poking the underside of your chin which made you laugh again and swat their hand away. “As much as I rave about wanting to have the stereotypical college experience, going to a frat house was never part of my daydreaming.”

“Good. Keep it that way.” They switched their fingers to give you a quick thumbs up before letting their arm flop down into their lap, eyes closing with a sigh. “Anyways, besides all that, wanna go get some food? I don’t have another class today and you’ve got about an hour and a half to spare, so actually you have no choice. Get up.”

You stood up with a shake of your head once Sky pushed off of your legs who stood up as well with a small stretch. “Don’t burn me at the stake, but I kinda want grocery store sushi. I’m feeling lucky.”

“Please don’t.” You sighed, pocketing the piece of paper before beginning to follow behind Sky as they started to walk across the grass.

After the two of you shared a sandwich from some random shop not too far off campus, Sky walked with you up to the library, stopping just before the front desk. They agreed to not wander in with you under the condition that you’ll go to their dorm straight after to discuss details.

To say you were nervous was an understatement. Most of what you heard about this guy meant he was bad news, though you really didn’t have much of a choice when it came to seeing him. Like your math professor said, there weren’t a lot of options when it came to studying the material you were learning. Sure you had the internet and other students in the class, but you preferred the idea of a tutor since you’d already exhausted yourself trying to follow along with various youtube videos. You needed the in-person teaching, it just stuck better in your head that way.

Slowly starting to walk, you made your way over to the study rooms lining the back of the library. The rooms seemed pretty private with the only window being on the door, which had glass nearly top to bottom. Thankfully the rooms were numbered and Leon had texted you which room to go to when you made the appointment with him, you had no idea what he looked like and you didn’t want to look like a creep eyeballing people through the door until you hopefully found the right person.

Standing off to the side, you could see the number you were looking for sitting above the door, taking a brief moment to collect yourself and hype yourself up to talk to someone who didn’t have the greatest reputation. Set aside everything you’ve heard and just hope for the best..

You took in a deep breath as you strode over to the door, glancing inside through the window before knocking to let him know you were there. The table was angled off more to the left so you didn’t immediately see him until he leaned over the table to see who had knocked. Confidence left you as soon as you made eye contact with Leon due to the groan you could hear through the door. It took you a couple seconds, but you eventually managed to get your body to work with you, hand turning the handle to let yourself in.

“-the last thing I need..” You caught the end of his little rant to himself as you opened the door. The saying “fake it ‘till you make it” is harder than it sounds since your entire body decided to betray you, deciding that shrinking in was the best move. Quietly, you shuffled over to sit across from him at the table, placing your backpack in your lap in some weird way to provide comfort in this situation.

“You weren’t supposed to show up.” Leon grumbled, sitting far back in the tilted chair as his feet lifted the front end of the chair slightly. His arms were crossed and he was giving you probably the nastiest look you’ve ever seen, next to your parents, of course. All you did was sit there giving him a blank stare. It was obvious what he’d said, yet the sheer forwardness of that snide comment had you more than confused. “What?-”

“You weren’t supposed to show up.” Apparently he felt the need to repeat himself with some added bite, barely letting you get a word in. “No one ever shows up to these shitty tutor- whatever the fucks.”

Wow. Okay. “Uh..” You didn’t even know what to say to that. It completely caught you off guard. You’d run through countless ways this interaction would go in your head, but this wasn’t one of those ways. The two of you sat in a very tense silence with Leon just glaring at you from across the table, continuing to rock back and forth in the chair.

Without uncrossing his arms, Leon lifted a hand and waved it around slightly while shaking his head. “Are you actually still gonna sit here orrr…?” The sound of his voice finally snapped you out of shock, causing you to shoot your gaze down to your backpack, fumbling with its partially broken zipper. “I-.. Mr. Lebovic recommended you..?”

You pulled out a few of your failed assignments from your bag before setting them down on the table with shaky hands, keeping your eyes glued to the papers to avoid that burning stare the man in front of you has. “I need-.. I need help..?”

“Do you?” Leon let the chair fall forward, his sarcastic tone starting to make your whole body tremble. “You don’t sound like you do.” He snatched one of your assignments from the table and held it up, pursing his lips as he studied the various red marks made on it closely. You chose to not respond to that, letting your hands rest on top of your backpack so you had something to squeeze.

He turned the page around, the sound of the paper wobbling the only thing you could hear right after the sound of the central heat blowing through the vent in the room. Suddenly, Leon started chuckling to himself, shaking his head incredulously as he flipped the paper back and forth a couple times before letting it fall back to the table. “This is terrible!” His laugh grew louder as he tilted his body to the side to pull out his phone, taking a picture of the assignments you’d put on the table.

How on earth were you supposed to react to that other than just sitting quietly? He was actually making fun of you right to your face. Hell, he might as well point and laugh if he’s going to be this brasen.

The most you could muster up was a quiet yet high-pitched “... huh?” in response to him. This whole ordeal was spiraling a little too fast for you to keep up with. You were expecting to put up with some grown man with a bratty attitude or even just a very uninterested, not all there jock with how Leon’s been described to you, not blatant bullying.

“Huh?” He mocked, taking one last look at his phone while loudly sucking on his teeth before pocketing it again. “Anyways, this is actually sad. How are you managing to fuck simple math up like this?” He roughly grabbed all the papers on the table and stacked them before partially tossing them back at you, some slipping onto the floor. “You’re too far gone, even I can’t fix that.”

You let out a gasp when the papers were tossed at your face, scrambling to catch some of them. Pushing the chair back, you leaned over to grab the few that fell on the floor, desperately holding back tears. “Please, you don’t understand.” You pleaded, voice cracking as you tried your best not to start crying in front of him. “I-I need to pass this class. I’m passing everything else, I just can’t keep up with this one!” You were speed-talking to try and argue your case, sitting back up with the small pile of papers that you struggled to stack properly.

Leon started rocking back in his chair again, arms back across his chest as he watched you with squinted eyes. The corners of his lips soon turned up into a smirk, taking in your sorry state before rolling his eyes with a dramatic groan. “Alright, alright, stop whining, jesus..” He cleared his throat, letting his head fall over the back of the chair. “I’ll help you only because I feel bad for you.” It’s not like he was going to admit that he was being forced to be a tutor, no one needs leverage over him like that

You couldn’t help but give a small smile despite his implication. It was a start. “And I’m not gonna do it today, either.” Well, the sooner the better, but still, it’s a start.

He then stood up from the chair, fixing his jacket with a sigh. “If you show up even a minute late on Friday, I’m not helping” and before you even had a chance to reply, he walked out of the room, the door shutting with a slam which made you flinch. Luckily, you were a very punctual person when it came to this kind of stuff. This was important, so if you had to show up early, so be it. You hurriedly shoved your assignments back into your backpack, not even fully zipping it up before rushing out of the study room, back through the library, and to the dorms.

“He said that?!” Sky yelled, quickly wiping their hand over their mouth to quiet themself once you shushed them. “I don’t really feel comfortable with you going to another ‘study session’ with that guy if he’s just gonna bully you.”

“I wouldn’t call it bullying-”

“He was bullying you.”

“OKAY! So what if he was?!” You fell back onto Sky’s bed with a sigh, arms splayed out with your legs dangling off the side. “I can handle it. As long as I get my grade up, who cares?”

Sky sat down next to you on their bed, giving you a sad look as you sat yourself up with your elbows. “I care. So does Ella. You shouldn’t put up with that just for a grade. I’m sure if you explain to your professor and-”

“And what? Tell him that I’m a grown woman getting bullied over something I should know by now?” You sat yourself up fully now, leaning forward to place your elbows on your thighs as your head rested in your hands. “It’s only until finals are over and we’re already halfway through October. Maybe I won’t even need that much time, maybe I’m just missing one simple… math move and it’ll get the gears in my brain moving again.”

You tilted your head to the side to look at Sky, head now resting only in your right hand as you took in their annoyed look. “Trust me. I can handle this.”

“If you say so.” They ran their fingers through her hair before looking away from you, directing their attention forward to stare off at nothing. “Just remember that I bite and I’m not afraid to use my fake chompers on that no good-”

“I don’t wanna think about escalations right now, but thank you.” You chuckled, playfully nudging Sky with your free hand before moving it back to hold your head up with the other. Though you were trying to convince Sky on this, you were mostly just trying to convince yourself that you could handle this. Handle Leon and his.. alluring charm..

Only until finals, maybe even sooner.

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religiouscenter · 2 years

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The nostalgia im feeling right now… ooofff

#my post #nostalgic #im homesick af

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turcott3 · 4 months

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homesick

trevor zegras and platonic jamie drysdale x fem! reader

warnings?: sad af tbh!, angst, cursing but ofc fluff

masterlist

“what?” you spoke into the phone.

“he picked up the phone and they told him he was going to philly in the morning. no warning or anything. completely blindsided.” trevor explains to you.

“i cannot believe that, is he okay?” you ask.

“he’s shocked, we all are.”

“i bet. i’m so sorry trevor.” you say trying to comfort your boyfriend.

“it’s okay, i just wish it wasn’t so sudden.”

“well, tell jamie i wish him the best and that ill miss making breakfast with him every morning.”

“you can call him, that feels too personal don’t wanna invade.” he forces a laugh.

“okay ill call him tomorrow. get back to your friends babe, try to have a good night okay?”

“okay i will, love you y/n.”

“love you trev, bye.”

“bye.” he hangs up. you sat staring off into space. your mind spinning uncontrollably. they just shipped off your boyfriends best friend. scratch that, your best friend, besides trevor of course. you turn on the tv to whatever was on distracting yourself from the thoughts invading your mind, clouding the good day you had. finally, you allow yourself to cry, knowing your last goodbye to jamie was truly your last and that he wouldn’t be returning.

“what the fuck.” you say crying more, wishing someone was around you could talk to. you say for hours lost in your thoughts, watching tv without paying any attention. at this point it was late enough so you took yourself to bed, heart heavy at the thought of having to call jamie in the morning. though falling asleep was easy, waking up was the worst feeling in the world. you picked up your phone quickly, scrolling through your contacts to find jamie’s name, hitting call. the phone only rang twice before he picked up.

“hello?” he says, voice sounding weak.

“hey jimmy, how are you feeling?”

“i’m okay, i’m in philly now. i’m getting ready to head to the rink. i’m a little nervous but i talked to cam and he reassured me.”

“good i’m glad, im gonna miss you so much jamie.”

“i miss you too y/n, gonna miss our early morning breakfast making.” he laughs softly, a bittersweet smile spreading on my face.

“yeah, yeah ill really miss that too. singing ‘unwritten’ will never be the same without you.”

“damn you’re right, listening to that song will never hit like it did when we were making pancakes every morning.”

“i’m gonna miss that so much, well i don’t wanna keep you for too long. call me if you need anything okay? i know this is gonna be tough.”

“i will, thank you y/n.”

“of course, bye jamie.”

“bye.” he says before hanging up. your heart sank at his tone but could sense his hopefullness that they wouldn’t give up on him like anaheim had.

you say on the couch, watching trevor play with a heavy heart. you could practically smell it through the tv. you’d spoken to him briefly but he avoided the topic of jamie, it was still a touchy subject for him. next thing you know, trevor falls, hitting the boards awkwardly.

“fuck.” you say, watching him unable to get up without assistance, your heart breaking all over again. the trainer escorted him to the locker room, the pit in your stomach growing larger.

“please be okay, please be okay.” you say sighing.

“trevor zegras will not return to tonight’s game.” you hear the commentators say, you sigh shutting your eyes, waiting for the phone to ring and almost on queue it begins.

“y/n?”

“trevor are you okay? what’s going on?”

“i don’t know i just fell and i did something and then i couldn’t skate off the ice and i-“

“trevor stop, slow down. take a breath honey. you’re gonna make yourself sick.” you say stopping him.

“i don’t know what to do y/n.”

“do you want me to come to nashville?”

“no no you don’t need to, i think i may just come back to anaheim if i can’t play next game.”

“call me as soon as you know.” you say biting your nails.

“i promise i will, ill call you once they evaluate me.”

“okay, love you trevor.”

“love you too, bye.” he says and you hang up, slamming your phone down on the couch tears instantly spilling from your eyes, your hands instantly covering your face.

“i can’t fucking do this.” you cry, trying to catch your breath as your phone begins to ring, jamie’s name coming into the screen.

“hello?” you say weakly.

“i saw what happened and i wanted to check up on you. how you holding up?”

“i’m a fucking mess jamie.” you say sobbing.

“oh y/n, i’m so sorry. i wish i could be there with you.” he says apologetically.

“it’s okay, everything’s gonna be okay.” you say out loud to yourself.

“do you have any updates?” he asks.

“no he said he would call me after he gets evaluated.” you say sniffling.

“okay, do you want me to stay on the phone until then? i can facetime you, that’s better than nothing.”

“yes, please do.” you say and he presses the facetime button, you picking up immediately.

“sorry i look awful right now,” you say wiping your nose.

“hey no, don’t worry. you’re going through a lot right now.”

you stayed on the phone with jamie for the next two hours, appreciating him spending time on the phone with you instead of getting to know his new city.

“jamie i gotta go. z is calling, i’ll text you with updates.”

“okay, goodnight y/n.”

“goodnight jamie.” you say hanging up and picking up trevor’s call.

“so?” you ask.

“can you pick me up from the airport in the morning?” he asks, your heart sinking into your stomach.

“yes i can.”

“thank you baby, i’m so sorry about all of this.”

“it’s okay. are you okay?”

“i’m not playing, won’t know what’s wrong until i come home and go see team doc.”

“okay okay, what time?” you ask.

“7 am, cali time.”

“jesus thats in,” you look at the time, “11 hours.”

“i’m sorry for the short notice, i didn’t think this would happen.”

“it’s okay no worries at all okay? i’ll see you tomorrow morning.”

“okay, i love you.” he says

“i love you too, bye trevor.” you say hanging up. texting jamie about picking him up in the morning. with the early wake up time, you take yourself to bed and crash instantly. the sadness had exhausted you. it seems like just as you went to sleep your alarm was already going off. you groaned at the sound, sliding your shoes on and heading out the door without caring for your appearance. feeling selfish for being this down when it’s not even happening to you. your drive to the airport was smooth, trevor texting you that he’d landed a few minutes ago as you pull into the airport arrival lane, him waiting patiently with his foot in a boot. you stop and get out of the car to hug him, crying instantly.

“hey hey i’m here now, let’s go home okay?” he says holding you tightly. you put his things in the car and drive off, back to your apartment. the car ride was completely silent as you gathered your composure. once you arrive you help him bring his stuff in and help him into bed.

“did you sleep?” you ask laying down next to him.

“no.” he says looking over at you, looking beat down.

“get some sleep baby.” you say pulling yourself to his side, combing your fingers through his hair.

“i can’t sleep y/n,” he said, his voice breaking, “god damnit.” he says breaking down in tears, your hands catching his face as he looked down.

“talk to me trevor, get it out.”

“well for starters, it was my 200th game and i didn’t even make it through the first period and my best friend got traded across the country all within 24 hours. life couldn’t possibly get any worse. this is the lowest i have ever felt.” he explained, getting everything off his chest.

“i know it’s hard honey, i’ve cried about 50 times in the last 24 hours. my heart is broken for you. all i can do is be here for you and listen and i feel like that’s still not even enough.”

“it is enough, it’s just a tough time right now. for both of us it seems.” he giggles, placing a hand around my waist.

“well i love you, i’m here for you baby. don’t hold back anything you’re feeling, not until you’re better. it sucks that jamie is gone but we still have each other! i know that’s not like the greatest but it’s something.”

“you know, you are the best girlfriend ever.” he smiles weakly, pulling you onto his lap and wiping the few tears that left your eyes.

“i just feel terrible about all of this.” you say to him.

“there’s nothing you could’ve done, it’s okay.” he says hugging you to his chest.

“this was not on my 2024 bingo card.” you sniffled, laughing lightly.

“it wasn’t on mine either but here we are.” he says hugging onto me tightly. you stayed on his chest until you felt yourself grow tired, eyes getting heavier by the second. not a word was said as you drifted off to sleep. trevor stayed awake, holding onto you as it was the only thing keeping him from falling apart.

“i love you more than you’ll ever know.” he whispers into your hair, kissing your head sweetly as his hands rubbed your back gently.

when you woke up and rolled off of the boy who was fast asleep, trying not to wake him up. you grabbed your phone off the charger and walked into the kitchen, opening your phone to a missed call from jamie about 20 minutes ago. you click on the notification to call him back and he picks up instantly.

“hello?” he says.

“yes jamie hi, what’s up?”

“do you have a minute?”

“yeah i just got up, are you okay?”

“yeah i think it’s all starting to process now and i’m so emotional. like i just up and left my home with my two best friends. how can i just live like this so suddenly? i made breakfast and it wasn’t even good.” he explains, his voice wavering.

“oh jamie,” you say, “it’s gonna be okay. i promise it will be. they love you.”

“i’m sure ill get used to it soon it’s just such an unexpected change, i don’t know what i’m doing.” he says sending you through all of your emotions at once.

“i understand, even though we aren’t physically there we are always here for you jam. we love you so so much.”

“i love you guys too.”

“i’m also about to make breakfast for the first time without you, i don’t really know how to feel.” you laugh realizing what you had walked into the kitchen to do.

“well i’ll let you go so you can perfect your pancakes as always. bye y/n.”

“bye jam.” you say hanging up the phone and bringing out all the ingredients. you do your typical routine, humming ‘unwritten’, your favorite song. suddenly a wall of emotions hit you and tears begin to fall without warning.

“our breakfast song.” you say to yourself, recalling that you and jamie had sang this together every morning.

“smells good.” trevor says walking out of the room, your back fortunately facing away from him.

“thank you.” you force out, sounding mostly normal.

“pancakes?” he asks.

“yep.” you reply flipping the last one. you plate it and turn around, revealing your red and puffy face to your boyfriend.

“woah,” he says getting up off the bar stool and rounding the counter, “what’s going on?”

“trevor im so tired.” you cry and he wraps you in his arms.

“i know i know.” he says holding you tightly.

“i feel so empty, ive been here for you, for jamie, for everyone and no one has sat and listened to me. im so tired.” you cry even more into his chest.

“i didn’t know you felt that way, im so sorry if you felt like you couldn’t talk to me baby.”

“it’s okay, it’s a rough time for you i didn’t wanna push too hard but i can’t say i wasn’t upset.”

“don’t dismiss your own feelings just because i’m going through something. we’re in this together.” he says pulling away slightly, brushing strands of hair from your face.

“okay.” you say, your sobs finally subsiding.

“i love you.” he says kissing your gently on the forehead.

“i love you too trev.” you say smiling at the gesture, wrapping yourself back in his embrace.

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professional-yapper · 4 months

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Proximity pt. 3

Neteyam x Olangi! Reader

Warnings: awkwardness, more denial, pretending certain things didn't happen, Neteyam is STRESSED, reader is homesick and anxious af, Omaticaya girls hating on her cause they want Neteyam (who could blame them), Lo'ak is Lo'ak

Neteyam didn't know what he'd done wrong. He'd been pacing the floor of the hut you two were supposed to share, to live in together forever in less than a week, vaguely aware of the fact that he was probably going to wear a hole in the floor if he kept this up but decided he had bigger problems to worry about.

Like how you hadn't spoken to him beyond a few words, ducking your head, letting your braids cover your face every time so he couldn't see your expression, since he'd kissed you.

Had you not liked it? You'd said you didn't mind, but... maybe he'd misread the whole thing. Maybe he'd scared you off for good by kissing you after barely a few days of knowing you.

He couldn't help himself. You'd just looked so good, standing there with the sunlight bringing a warmth to you that he'd never seen before, with that starry look in your eyes like all your worries about the impending union had been wiped away. By him.

Or, at least, the home he'd built for you.

Even if you hadn't spoken to him in what felt like weeks, the hut was still rich with your presence in sweet, subtle ways.

Neteyam searched for them now, eyes flicking about the room like a child scrambling for a security toy. He found himself doing this often, in the same order, whenever he was stressed. It had been subconscious at first, then grew into an unshakeable habit.

First, your cloak, hung neatly on a peg near the entrance, smelling even now, albeit faintly, of dry grass and direhorse.

Secondly, a few small pots of paint. You'd use it for your ceremonial paint for the union. But for now it remained untouched, sitting on one of the shelves. Waiting.

The wind chimes. Your wind chimes, now, really. They'd confused you at first, but even on days without wind, now, you'd set them going with a simple brush of the fingers as they passed by.

A half-carved direhorse. You'd been making wooden animals for Tuk lately, possessing a talent for woodcarving even Jake or Neytiri couldn't rival. But you hadn't finished this one for some reason, and so there it sits on the window sill, as it has for weeks now.

Your knife sheath. Tough, practical, like everything else you owned.

Not that you had a lot of things. The Olangi were so minimalistic, which, to Neteyam, seemed something of a miserable existence.

The Omaticaya adored beautiful things, surrounded themselves with them. Pretty trinkets, sparkling stones, colourful, intricate clothes...

Neteyam wanted to share all of that with you. He didn't even know if you wanted anything to do with the Omaticaya culture and way of life, but he knew he wanted to share it with you. Badly.

But you wouldn't even look at him.

Neteyam sighed, stepping in the middle of the hut, clasping his hands over the back of his neck as he looked at your few belongings, wondering if he'd rushed things, ruined it all, ruined what could have been a perfectly good union.

Meanwhile, across the village, you were having your own problems. Well, you didn't have a problem. But the slender, rich blue Omaticaya girls adorned in pretty, delicate clothes approaching you seemed to.

"You're the Olangi, right?" the girl at the forefront asked with a smile.

"Yes," you said, brow furrowing in confusion as they drew nearer, though they seemed a little wary of your direhorse, your precious Akicita, who was quite a bit bigger than the Omaticaya direhorses and nowhere near as gentle.

Well, he behaved for you, but you'd been with him from almost his birth. You were all he knew, and now more than ever, since you'd brought him to this strange place with no familiarity to it whatsoever.

"Did you need something?" you began, turning from Akicita to face them fully. "Only I'm busy, I-"

You were busy. You knew brushing them off probably wouldn't endear yourself to the Omaticaya further, but you were.

With bomb-proofing Akicita, that is.

There were a lot of new distractions and things to scare or startle him. You didn't want any accidents, so you spent your morning walking and riding him alternately around camp, introducing him to everything.

"Neteyam will never love you," the same girl said, interrupting you, her words punctuated by her friends' laughter.

You kept your expression carefully impassive, and turned back to Akicita, stroking his shoulder to calm him as he stamped his hoof, shaking his big head unhappily as he felt the hurt strike through you. "I know," you said, voice taut with the effort of not snapping at them for having the audacity to even speak to you about such things. "What is it to you? You have an even lesser chance of winning his affections than I do."

She looked like she'd been slapped.

You'd only spoken the truth, so you couldn't even begin to imagine why she then hissed at you, causing Akicita to whinny, trying to bully his way between you and them.

"You are nothing to him, just a-" she began in a voice that was unsteady with false brightness, only to be cut off.

"Just a what?" a familiar voice piped up, and the equally familiar form of Lo'ak entered your vision as he ducked under Akicita's head to stand next to you, nudging the direhorse out of the way fearlessly.

Lo'ak and Akicita had taken a liking to each other for reasons you couldn't decipher. Neteyam said it was because they were both troublemakers.

Damn. You'd been trying not to think of him. After the kiss and everything... You'd barely been able to look him in the eye. What kind of Olangi were you, to throw yourself so shamelessly at him like that? You were a disgrace, plain and simple. He'd been the one to kiss you, but you didn't have to be so pathetic about it.

It made you dizzy just thinking about it.

"Go on," Lo'ak encouraged, bouncing on the balls of his feet, eyes bright as he stared at the girls. "My brother's future mate is just a what?"

She hissed at him too, but her friends withdrew, melting back into the village like they'd never been there, clearly not wanting to square up to the second son of Toruk Makto. She had no choice but to go too, casting you a nasty look over her shoulder.

Lo'ak shrugged, then turned and gave you a lopsided smile. "They're bitches."

You repeated the unfamiliar word back to him, though it felt clumsy in your mouth. It must be English. Neteyam had told you their father had taught them a little. Damn. You had to stop thinking of him.

It did nobody any good, not you or him. You'd made a silly mistake, blinded by the allure of your first kiss and him, and you shouldn't have kissed him. You were supposed to wait.

Not that that was the way of all Olangi, but you were the youngest child of the olo'eyktan. You couldn't just go around kissing people like that.

"Hey," Lo'ak said, giving your shoulder a shake. "You okay? Breathe, bro. You look like you're about to pass out."

"I'm fine," you managed, shaking your head.

He shrugged again. "If you say so." He seemed uncomfortable for a second, looking at you intently. Then he spoke again. "I don't actually like you all that much, y'know?"

You blinked slowly, absorbing that. Then you mimicked his shrug. "No one seems to around here." You turned back to Akicita, feeling like crying, which you hadn't for years. How could you, when you had been so happy?

You missed your home. No one had ever insulted you there. You were with people you loved and who loved you.

"Hey, no, wait, I'm not done," Lo'ak rushed out, following after you as you took ahold of Akicita, leading him away. "I don't like you, but my brother does. So why have you been ignoring him? He's really upset about it."

You raised your eyes skyward, asking the Great Mother for patience. "We kissed," you said bluntly, slowing your walk to let Lo'ak catch up.

His eyes went wide. "Wow! Really?"

"I have brought shame upon myself and my family by throwing myself at him so shamelessly," you continued in a monotone.

The way Lo'ak tilted your head told you he had no clue what was so shameful about it.

"We must be joined before the eyes of the Great Mother before we can... kiss," you explained, curling your lip and baring your fangs at him in exasperation. "And everything else."

"Dumb," Lo'ak announced loudly, clasping his hands behind his back as he walked alongside you. "We don't do that. You can kiss him if you want. You don't have to be mates to kiss someone."

"You have to where I'm from," you sighed. "And I did want to kiss him. I still want to."

Lo'ak's nose scrunched, brow furrowing. "Ew. You can keep that to yourself."

You rolled your eyes and shoved him. "Are you trying to help or trying to make things worse?"

"I'm not making it worse. You're making it worse by not talking to anyone except your giant fuckin' horse," he pointed out.

He was right, and you hated that. "How was I supposed to know the cultural differences ran so deep? I thought Neteyam would be ashamed too! That he would not want to see me!"

"Eywa, you're stupid. He's giving you space," Lo'ak huffed at you, tail lashing out and hitting you smartly on the back. "Just talk to him. Please. He's so depressed. It's driving everyone crazy."

"You are truly annoying," you said, hitting him back across the leg with the flat of your tail. "Fine. I will talk to him. And then we will kiss." The last part was just to annoy Lo'ak more, and he wrinkled his nose again, shoving you.

"Bro, shut up!" he laughed.

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nerdgirljen · 5 months

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Unfortunately, I was unable to get my contribution to @lewmagoo’s A Lew Magoo Christmas challenge completed before 11:59pm EST on December 24. The holidays completely snuck up on me, and before I knew it, it's Christmas Eve and I only had a mood board completed, and yet I had so much left to do. It is, however, being posted on Christmas, and I am so extremely sorry I missed the deadline.

It was inspired by the Eagles song, "Please Come Home for Christmas." I hope you all enjoy!

Please Come Home for Christmas by NerdGirlJen

Fandom: Top Gun: Maverick Character: Bob Floyd Pairing: Bob Floyd x reader Word Count: 1,300ish... Rating: G/PG

Summary: Bob’s away from home on Christmas, and he absolutely hates it.

Disclaimer: I do not own Top Gun: Maverick, I just like to play with the characters a bit. I also know nothing about the Navy, Navial aviators, aircraft carriers, so all mistakes are on me because I did very little research. Also not betaed… did you miss the part where real life has been hectic af and I didn’t even start this until late on Christmas Eve?

Warnings: missing family, homesickness, other than those, no warnings.

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An aircraft carrier in the middle of the Pacific Ocean was not where Bob Floyd wanted spend Christmas, but here he is sitting in the ship's mess hall waiting for his allotted time to video call home. A bag of peanut butter M&Ms sat before him, open, but Bob was too distracted to eat any of the tasty treats. His mind wasn’t concentrating on the chocolate goodness, nor on the television they wheeled in that was currently playing White Christmas. No, his mind was somewhere else, indeed.

Home.

The one real place he couldn’t get out of his head for the last three weeks at sea. He missed you dearly, and he was wracked with guilt knowing that he should be stateside with you. You were partners, in life and in love, and he doesn’t think it fair to you that he’s not home to help with such a momentous day.

He especially doesn’t think it’s fair to himself that he’s not home to celebrate his daughter’s first Christmas. Charlotte only gets one first Christmas, and it’s killing him that he’s missing it.

Bob doesn’t regret enlisting in the Navy. He’s done some amazing things since beginning his career as a Wizzo, gone to some amazing places, both domestic and abroad, and he’s met some amazing people, as well. However, none of those things, places, or people compare to where his head is currently daydreaming of and where he left his heart behind. So no, he doesn’t regret enlisting, but he sure doesn’t appreciate the timing of the mission he just wrapped up.

“Bobbo, you alright over there?” A voice close to him knocked him out of his thinking, and he turned to face his friend, and pilot, Natasha, looking down at him with concern.

“Oh, I’m alright, I guess” he sighed. “I was just thinking about back home.”

Natasha’s face lit up at the mention of “back home” knowing exactly to whom Bob was referring. He smiled at her exuberance and motioned for her to sit at the table he currently occupied.

“How is my baby?” she asked, excited to hear about her god-daughter’s latest antics. “Lottie still keeping her mom up at all hours of the night wanting to party instead of sleep?”

Bob smiled, remembering the last phase the 8-month-old had gone through. He was still at home for the beginning of that stage, and no matter what you or he did, Lottie didn’t sleep much at all, and so neither of you got much sleep either. Natasha thinks that Lottie has a strong case of ‘fear of missing out’ and doesn’t want to miss anything going on around her, and, unfortunately after a few weeks of restless nights in a row, Bob and you started thinking that the pilot was right. It didn’t matter what the time of day was, but whenever she was awake, Charlotte’s beautiful hazel eyes would look at everything around her so intently and so curiously that Bob wondered if she were trying to solve some puzzle neither of you could see.

“Lottie’s perfect, Nat,” he bragged. “Growing like a weed, and sharp as a tack.” He regaled his friend with her latest antics you told him about over the phone. Just before he deployed, Charlotte had just started to crawl; however, it was on the call he made to you last week that you told him that instead of forwards, Lottie was now crawling backwards with great enthusiasm. Bumping into any and everything along the way. Natasha’s eyes lit up and she laughed, delightedly. “I can’t wait to get home and be able to hold her again. I’ll take the sleepless nights just to be home soon.”

Bob missed his baby girl. He missed you, too, and he was so grateful that the mission he and Natasha had just finished was completed safely and successfully so that he could get home in one piece to be with his girls. If he had his way, he’d not leave the dock again for a long time. Maybe it was time to request he be stationed on land for a while, that way he doesn’t have to be away from you like he currently is.

“Well, I can’t help you be there quicker,” Natasha noted. “I mean, not unless we steal a jet, but I’d prefer to not be court martialed, dishonorably discharged, and face jail time.”

Bob grinned. “Yeah, if I can’t stand spending a month away from them, I know I couldn’t spend twenty plus years away.” Natasha grabbed at the bag of chocolate in front of him and started munching at a few of the candies. She smiled, wistfully, at the melancholy she could hear in her friend’s voice and the faraway look in his eyes.

“Trace!” came a barked shout. “You’re next! Floyd, you’re after Trace.” Finally.

Bob expected Natasha to stand and follow the Info Systems Tech to the conference room they had set up for the day, but Natasha surprised him by calling out to the IST instead. “Sir,” Nat said, “I’m forfeiting my time to Floyd so he can spend a bit more of the holiday with his family.”

Bob’s eyes grew wide, and he grabbed Natasha’s hand to object. “Nat, no,” he started to protest, but the look she gave him told him not to argue with her. It wasn’t a secret to anyone on board the carrier that he had a wife and new kid at home that he loved with every fiber of his being. He was constantly showing photos of the two to anyone who asked or even stood still long enough to chat. Other sailors and officers with families knew and understood where the WSO was coming from because they all did the same.

The IST looked pointedly at the pilot before nodding once and amending his earlier proclamation. “Floyd, you’re up!”

Bob stood, still gaping at his friend – his daughter’s god mother – in shock. “Nat, I don’t know how to thank you,” he sputtered.

“The only thanks I need, Bobby Boy, is a special Natasha/Lottie Day after we get back,” she stated. “Okay?”

“More than,” he was barely able to say as his emotions were overwhelming him. He squeezed Natasha’s hand in thanks, and quickly got up to follow the tech officer. Once reaching the conference room, Bob sat in front of the provided laptop, and gave the IST the number to call.

One ring, two rings, three…

The screen lit up with a small face with a gummy grin that was mid giggle. “Merry Christmas, Daddy!” he heard his wife exclaim through the speakers, but Bob was more mesmerized by the cherub cheeked infant whose eyes sparkled brightly and whose jubilant squeals lightened the WSO up from the inside.

“There’s my girls,” he said, gratefully, beginning his scheduled video chat time.

Now, while Bob Floyd couldn’t be home for Christmas this year, he was happy to receive what little bit of time he could have with you on the screen. He was up for reassignment soon, and he was absolutely going to be ask for fewer, and shorter, missions and deployments. Whether the Powers that Be would grant his request, he didn’t know, but he was certain he didn’t want to spend another holiday being away from you two.

“Tell me, how has Christmas been so far?” He smiled as you started detailing the holiday spent with his parents and family.

Yeah, he definitely couldn’t wait to be home.

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Annnnd end scene.

Feel free to tell me what you think in a comment. If you think it's completely horrid, keep that to yourself! (Just kidding, all constructive criticism is good constructive criticism.)

Anyway, happy Christmas to everyone. Or Happy Holidays to whatever holiday you celebrate. Love you all!

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sihtricfedaraaahvicius · 4 months

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The Lighthouse: final chapter.

Note: requested by @foxyanon! This is the last chapter, and I hope it was worth the wait! I truly enjoyed this little series and I will miss these two. previous chapters are here.

Warnings: 18+! fluff/suggestive/light smut, mention of death.

pairing: Sailor!Sihtric x Lighthouse Keeper!you (f)

summary: you needed to get Beocca's permission to marry the sailor.

wordcount: 3,9k

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Chapter 5.

After Thyra had caught you and Sihtric in the barn and suggested that Beocca could perhaps perform a wedding ceremony, you and Sihtric had become awfully quiet. Thyra had left you two alone again and, while you were taking care of the animals together, both your minds were racing. You both did want to get married, but you also both felt quite frightened at the sudden thought of the big commitment now that it seemed realistic.

Were you sure you wanted to marry out of love, and not just out of lust? Were you really in love with the sailor, or did you only like him because he was the first handsome man you had seen in ages? Did you truly want to spend the rest of your life with him, or did you just not want to feel lonely right now? All these questions ran through your head, while Sihtric was occupied with his own questions.

Was he only in love with you because you had saved him? Was he just pursuing you because he had nothing else to do while he waited for help? Did he truly want to commit to you, or did he feel he owed you commitment? Was he prepared to spend the rest of his life here, working at the lighthouse, and possibly raising a family with you? Or would he get homesick for the mainland, or perhaps start longing again for a job on a ship again?

Up until now you had both been so sure you wanted to be together, but now that the silence in the barn was rather deafening, you both questioned everything, and you knew that answers were needed.

'Sihtric,' you said when you were done with your task, 'do you-'

'I do.'

You stared at Sihtric, confused by his abrupt interruption before you could even ask him your question. But it was af if he could read your mind, and he knew exactly what you wanted to ask.

'I do want to be with you,' the sailor said, 'do I know if I want to stay here, on this island, for the rest of my life? No, I don't know that for sure. But we will figure that out when the time comes. For now, I wish to be with you.'

'But-'

'No, not just because I desire to be intimate,' he said, and chuckled softly. He walked over to you and took your hand, 'A lot of things have happened to us in a short time. And I too wonder if we are doing the right thing by getting married, but I do know that I have feelings for you. Feelings I have never felt before,' he took your chin, then whispered, 'you have no idea how you make me feel. So safe and calm. I feel like… like you protect me by simply being by my side. And how can I possibly let that feeling go? How can I not marry you?'

'So… you think we should ask Beocca for permission?'

'I think we should. Tonight perhaps, my darling.'

You stood in the kitchen, stirring the soft boiling fish soup while a pork stew with vegetables was cooking in the meantime. You were so focused on preparing the Christmas dinner that you didn't hear Sihtric come down the stairs, and he startled you when he snuck his arms around you and pressed soft kisses to your cheek and temple as he held you. You relaxed into his embrace as soon as you knew it was him, but it only lasted for a short moment. You and Sihtric both jumped when the backdoor opened and Beocca walked in. Sihtric was quick to take a step back while you brought your full attention back to the food, and you felt Sihtric behind you suddenly pulling at the laces of your dress.

'Better?' he asked.

'Y-yes,' you played a long and smiled, 'thank you. Those laces always let loose at the worst time,' you chuckled nervously.

Beocca stared at you and Sihtric, and you felt your cheeks heat up so you quickly brought your eyes back to the pots on the fire. You were afraid Beocca had seen you and Sihtric while you had embraced, and you had no idea how you were going to talk your way out of what he had possibly seen. You looked back up at the lighthouse owner again and gave him another quick smile, to which he then laughed.

'I wouldn't know,' Beocca said about your dress remark, and he shrugged, 'I've never worn a dress.'

Beocca chuckled at his own reply, and Sihtric was quick to laugh at the poor attempt of the joke too. You chuckled nervously again as you slowly felt relief wash over you, knowing that Beocca hadn't seen you and Sihtric sharing a moment of weakness, and you cursed yourself internally because you knew not to fool around downstairs when it was day time.

'The food smells wonderful,' Beocca then said and patted your shoulder, 'I am looking forward to feasting amongst my family,' he smiled at you both and then left the kitchen.

As you heard his heavy boots stomping up the stairs, you exhaled sharply in relief and Sihtric did the same. You continued to cook as you both kept quiet, but it was mere seconds later that you felt Sihtric's arms around your waist again, pulling you back against his chest, and his warm breath tickled your bare neck and shoulders pleasantly. You closed your eyes and stopped stirring the stew as you simply wanted to drown in the sailor's arms again. You wanted nothing more but to surrender completely to the intense waves of heat you felt inside you whenever Sihtric was close. You wanted to get lost in his voice, in his warmth and in his scent. And your lips turned into a smile when you heard his soft whispers in your ear as he lightly swayed you.

'I wasn't done yet,' Sihtric whispered, then spun you around, 'you've been teasing me all day already,' he smiled and lightly pecked your lips.

'Have I, kind sir?' you taunted and placed your hands on his broad shoulders.

'You have, madam,' Sihtric chuckled softly and cupped your cheeks with his warm, rough hands.

'I recall you being the one who started it, sir,' you smiled, 'by throwing snowballs at me.'

'Maybe,' Sihtric shrugged and pecked your lips once more, 'you just wait until I get my way with you, lady, then I will tease you again.'

'We'll see about that,' you hummed and turned back to your cooking again, 'but you have to wait until after marriage, my dearest,' you said over your shoulder with a cheeky smile.

You all sat at the table, the Christmas dinner you had made was served and the smell of it teased your senses. But before you could devour the food, Beocca said it was time for a prayer. You all held hands, even Sihtric, while Beocca softly mumbled a prayer and blessed the food on the table. And as everyone had their eyes closed, Sihtric was quick to bring your hand up to his lips and he pressed a soft kiss to your skin. He thought no one saw it, but Thyra had, and she fought a smile when she saw your cheeks redden at the simple but loving gesture while you kept your eyes closed.

When it was finally time to eat, everyone ate rather quietly and not many words were spoken apart from the compliments everyone gave you about the food you had made. You desperately wanted to enjoy the food as well, but you noticed it was hard to eat as you knew you would soon have to ask Beocca for permission to marry Sihtric and also ask him to perform the ceremony. Sihtric noticed you struggled while he ate with the proper dinner etiquette you had taught him overtime, and he soon reached for your hand underneath the table, giving you a reassuring squeeze. You both hadn't discussed what you would do if Beocca would refuse your marriage, and the thought of it made you anxious and choked up. Then, Sihtric squeezed your hand again under the table and looked at you, before he cleared his throat and looked at Beocca, who was seated across from you both with Thyra by his side.

'Sir,' Sihtric said politely, 'I have a… a question. An unusual one, I'm afraid.'

'What is it, boy?' Beocca said curiously, and he glanced at Thyra for a moment, who was quick to look down at her food to hide her smile.

Sihtric began to mumble, and he tripped over his words several times when he tried to explain he had grown fond of you, without really getting to the point and that irritated Beocca greatly. Sihtric rambled on until Beocca couldn't bear hearing his stuttering anymore, and he dropped his fork.

'Son,' he said sternly, 'just spill it.'

'I- I wish to get married to her and for you to marry us,' Sihtric said quickly and held his breath while he stared at the old man.

Beocca didn't speak for several long seconds, which made your nerves only worse and you wondered how long Sihtric could hold his breath before he would suffocate. Beocca was bewildered at the sudden confession and the wish to perform a ceremony, and he needed a moment to take it all in. But then Thyra nudged Beocca's arm, and he took a deep breath before he spoke.

'Very well,' Beocca said calmly and looked at Sihtric, 'you are not a Christian man, but if God intended for you two to be together…,' he sighed, 'I just hope no unholy things have happened in that attic,' he muttered.

'Nothing happened,' you lied quickly.

'Never,' Sihtric lied to back you up, and he gave your hand under the table another squeeze, whale Thyra did her best to hide her amusement.

'Do you still sleep on the floor?' Beocca asked Sihtric with a threatening stare.

'Yes, sir.'

'He does,' you helped Sihtric out with another lie.

'I just think they belong together,' Thyra smiled, 'oh, how exciting is this?' she said in an attempt to stop Beocca's interrogation, 'we'll have a wedding here, and it'll be the first.'

'When is this ceremony supposed to happen?' Beocca asked while he still tried to make sense of everything.

You and Sihtric stared at each other, you both hadn't discussed that either, but you just wanted it to be as soon as possible now that Beocca had given his permission, and you knew that Sihtric didn't want to waste any time either.

'As… as soon as might be,' you said.

'Tomorrow?' Sihtric asked the former priest, 'is tomorrow possible?'

'Tomorrow? Aren't you in a rush,' Beocca muttered and sighed, 'I guess tomorrow is fine. I have everything I need here anyway.'

You and Sihtric smiled as big as you could, and you finally embraced each other in front of the Christian man and his pagan wife. Beocca shifted a little uncomfortably in his chair as he still had to get used to the thought of a polite, innocent Christian lady marrying the rugged looking pagan sailor, while Thyra was moved to tears at the fact that two people from two different worlds loved each other endlessly, and it reminded her of her own marriage.

After everyone had finished their dinner, you and Sihtric went to the attic, but not after Beocca gave Sihtric another firm warning that he better not try anything with you before you were officially married. No kissing and definitely nothing sexual were the rules, to which Sihtric nodded in agreement, but the grin he had on his face as soon as he turned away from Beocca told you he enjoyed the fact that things had definitely happened already, just no full intercourse.

As it was another cold winter night, you lit several candles in the attic room and brewed some tea. Then, as you and Sihtric decided to play a round of chess, you both got wrapped in a warm blanket and sat across from each other. You had played chess with Sihtric countless nights before, but this night was different and you both felt it. Sihtric kept gazing at you with his big and loving eyes while you thought about your next move, and you did the same when Sihtric thought long and hard about which move on the board would be the smartest for him. And he considered his options carefully as he had never managed to beat you before, you always won. The game was in your favour for the longest time, until you accidentally made a bad move, and Sihtric caught it. Before you noticed your mistake, the sailor had already moved one of his pieces and his mouth fell open with disbelief as he stared at the board.

'Checkmate,' Sihtric whispered and slowly looked up at you.

You were speechless and your mouth fell open too when you realised what had happened. You scoffed and chuckled, looking back and forth between the board on the table and Sihtric's face, who was just as surprised as you were.

'Checkmate,' Sihtric said again, and a smile grew on his face while it twitched between happiness and doubt.

'You… you won,' you said, baffled.

A mixture of confusion and pride took over you, and you started to laugh.

'You won, Sihtric.'

'I won,' Sihtric said with a beaming smile, and he jumped up, 'I finally beat you after all this time!'

He laughed and moved around the table to pull you into a victory hug, and you wrapped your arms around him and smiled as you looked up at him.

'It seems I taught you well, my dear. I am proud of you.'

'You did teach me well,' Sihtric smiled sweetly and cupped your cheeks.

He planted a kiss on your lips and pulled your body suddenly flush against his. In his celebrating moment he seemed to lose his self control, and the same thing happened to you. Sihtric pushed the blanket off your shoulders and moved one hand back up to hold your face while his other trailed down to the small of your back. You kissed each other while you eagerly unbuttoned his blouse, taking care this time to not rip off the buttons as you had just sewed them back on, and you exposed his scarred torso. Sihtric took a step back and looked at you, knowing that you both shouldn't go any further right now, but you hooked your finger on his leather necklace cord and pulled him back towards you. Your lips crashed together in a heated kiss and you felt Sihtric fumble with the laces on the back of your dress for a moment, until you suddenly felt freed and it became easier for you to breathe. He tugged at the untied laces without ever breaking the kiss, loosening your dress more and more until it slipped off and pooled down at your feet. He picked you up in his strong arms and you felt your dress slip off your toes as he carried you over to your bed, where he laid you down and climbed on top of you, his lips never straying far from yours. He took off his blouse and you took off his belt, after which you impatiently pushed down his trousers.

'Are you sure?' Sihtric asked with ragged breaths as he looked at you underneath him, 'we're not… you know we're not married yet.'

'I- I know,' you breathed, and slowly took your undergarments off, completely exposing your naked body to him for the first time, 'and I know I'm sure.'

Sihtric stared at your body and felt his breath hitch in his throat as he admired you wholly.

'You, madam,' he whispered as he traced his tattooed fingers over your skin, 'are simply a gift from my gods.'

You smiled and felt a blush grow on your cheeks. After Sihtric had taken off his own remaining clothes he pulled the blankets over you both. He brought his hands to your face, gently holding you while he kissed you intensely, and your hands moved all over him. You enjoyed the feeling of his warm skin underneath your fingertips, and you felt every scar as you explored the surface of his unclothed body while you sank in his kiss. His hot breath mixed with yours as you swallowed each other's heavy sighs and soft moans, and you hooked your legs around his waist as he entered you gently and with care.

You knew you were acting out the biggest sin possible, but you didn't care anymore. You were still a Christian lady, but you couldn't deny your curiosity about the gods Sihtric had spoken about ever so often when you laid in bed with him, warm and safely in his arms, just like tonight. But tonight you felt a whole different kind of bliss than usual. Hearing his desperate moans and heavy grunts in your ear as he took his time with you, filling you up completely with his length while he held you close was a sensation unlike any you had ever felt before. Your previous husband had never made love to you, nor did he ever made you feel desired or respected, whereas Sihtric simply worshipped you in every possible way.

You could tell he worshipped you by the way his hands squeezed your skin, not in a bruising manner but in a way to make you understand how much he needs to feel you. You could tell it by the way he looked at you with his heavy lidded eyes and his lips slightly parted, curled into a smile as he moaned and hummed while he slowly thrusted into you. Your hands moved up into his hair, tangling in his curls as you pulled his face closer to yours, wanting to taste him and feel his tongue in your mouth, before he'd drag his lips down your neck to leave his mark on you. The attic windows fogged up while you enjoyed each other for hours, his name spilling from your lips each time you came close to your release. But the sailor had warned you already that he would have his way with you. Each time you neared your climax he would slow his moves, until you stopped clenching your walls around him, then he picked up his pace again, slowly, to keep you from being pushed over your edge. And he did it all with a satisfied smile on his face.

Sihtric took pleasure in denying you your climax, and he bit down on his lip while looking down into your heavy eyes every time you were close. You constantly begged him to not stop when you were close, until it drove you crazy.

'N-need y…you, please,' you breathed with tears in your eyes, 'stop teasing me.'

'I'm almost there, my love,' Sihtric husked in between his heavy breaths, and he growled softly in your ear as you clawed at his back, 'be quiet for me, my darling,' he murmured, then chuckled, 'no one should know what I'm doing to you right now, my goddess.'

He gently covered your mouth with his hand and started to thrust deeper and harder into you, but never faster, until you finally came while tears rolled down your cheeks as you smiled, your arms and legs wrapped around him, wanting to keep him this close forever.

The next morning you couldn't look Beocca in his eyes as he performed the wedding ceremony. It was a sober and rather quick ceremony, as you both wanted, and Beocca made a face when he watched your husband kiss you eagerly, with no shame, while Thyra just smiled and wiped away a tear. She knew you would never admit it, but she could tell by your glow that you and Sihtric had already consummated the wedding, the night before the actual wedding, and she vowed to herself to never tell Beocca about it.

Spring time.

You happily moved your hands over your baby bump as you watched your husband from a distance, who was guiding the goats and sheep to roam the fields freely. It was a perfect sunny afternoon, but soon an uneasy feeling crept up on you when you saw a ship approach. You quickly walked over to Sihtric, who took off his black sailor hat as he saw the ship too, and when a man stepped onto the land Sihtric told you to stay back, just in case the man had ill intent.

'I'll handle it, darling,' Sihtric said and kissed your cheek before you watched him walk up to the man, who held a piece of paper in his hands.

You saw how the man showed Sihtric the paper, and Sihtric stared at it before he shook his head and said something, but you couldn't hear his words.

The man who had set foot on the land was the ship's captain, and he showed Sihtric a list with names. The names of the men Sihtric had worked with before the shipwreck, and he was asked if any of them were still alive.

'I know we're later than planned due to winter time,' the captain said, 'but we're here to take home any man that has survived and bring them back to the mainland, back to their homes.'

'I'm sorry,' Sihtric told the captain as he saw his own name on the list, 'I'm pretty sure all those men are buried here, you came for nothing.'

'All of them?'

'Yes, sir. None made it out alive that night. And if they did, they must feel like they earned a second chance at life.'

'I see. Well,' the captain sighed and folded the paper, 'I guess we misunderstood the message then, we thought at least one of them had survived and we hoped for more, but alas,' he shrugged and looked Sihtric up and down, noticing the sailor hat in his hands, 'nice hat you got there.'

'Thank you, sir. It just washed ashore one day,' Sihtric lied, as it had been tucked under his belt before you had saved him, 'amazing what treasures you find here at times.'

'I bet. Poor bastard who lost it though,' the captain said and made a cross, 'but what about you, huh? You look strong enough to work at sea. Are you looking for a job?'

'No, thank you, sir,' Sihtric chuckled, 'my lady would not want me to take such a dangerous job. And I do not wish to stray far from her side either.'

The captain hummed and stroked his beard. 'That her?' he asked as he looked over Sihtric's shoulder, towards you.

'Yes, sir, that's my wife.'

The captain whistled, 'A beaut,' he said, 'almost as enchanting as a siren, huh?'

'She sure is,' Sihtric smiled, 'I still believe she captured me in her net. But she didn't drown me, she only pulled me ashore. A true blessing from the gods she is.

'That's, eh, quite the imagination you got there,' the captain laughed.

'Perhaps,' Sihtric said, 'perhaps not.'

The captain nodded and looked at Sihtric once again, knowing he would be of good use on a ship, so he tried his luck once more.

'I guess there is nothing I can say to change your mind to join me and my crew?'

'No, sir,' Sihtric chuckled and shook his head, then turned around to look at you, 'I have a babe on the way. I can't leave my family, they need me,' he looked back at the captain who was supposed to rescue him last autumn, 'I simply belong here, sir, with my wife.'

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