#i always feel so serene and centered and peaceful after leaving

[magicdyke]

art museums are some of my favorite places in the whole world. there are few other spots to be in that can let you experience the most emotional aspects of humanity in a room with other people in public. there's simultaneously a mutual understanding of everyone's emotions and a knowledge that everyone is having a vastly different personal reactions to them

#i wish that they didn't have to be so quiet #but i personally enjoy the stillness that comes with art museums. its nice to put on headphones #and read the different descriptions of the pieces #and occasionally stop and draw or write #I've been to the museum by my school so many times and it never really gets old #i always feel so serene and centered and peaceful after leaving

[loonmartell]

✽ Ruby mound ✽

(Frankie Morales x f!reader)

Summary : A snapshot of a moment of peace in the park with Frankie.

Rating : T (just kissing in here, I had fun with it though hehe).

Word count : 1,154

Warnings : Established relationship, fluff, kissing, fluff, naps in a park, did I mention fluff?

A/N : Hiya there! So I found the picture in the center of my moodboard on Pinterest and naturally i went “FRANKIE!”, then twelve hours later I couldn’t get it out of my head so I wrote this! Also, this is my first time sharing anything I’ve ever written so just know that I’m very nervous but I’m open to all kinds of criticism as long as it’s not rude, or else I 150% WILL cry.

You felt the sweet spring breeze flowing against your skin.

Infused with the scent of blooming flowers and fresh, bright, green grass; the draught sends goosebumps rising in your arms.

The sound of leaves rustling and dancing to the rhythm of the air reached your ears and as you raised your head to look up at them. You find the rays of sunlight filtering through the leaves and branches of the tree you settled under the shadows of.

You looked back down at your lap, the soft snores of your Frankie grounding you to safety and calmness. And the feel of his soft, brown locks between your fingers giving you a sense of serenity and peace.

With a particularly strong gust of wind, a beautiful Ruby mound drifted through the air to fall next to you.

You stretch your arms a little uncomfortably to reach for the discarded flower without disturbing Frankie’s catnap.

You brought the flower closer to your face to inspect it, the long petals vibrant with a ruby red colour, and they twirl in response to you twisting the stem between your fingers.

You glanced back down at your boyfriend, the tension lines on his face vanishing with no trace. The steady cadence of his chest rising and falling with his breath making your heart swoon.

As you gaze upon his peaceful, vulnerable form, you feel a strong wave of affection and warmth stirring deep inside you.

You love him so deeply.

You love him with an overwhelming intensity that makes your heart almost burst with it.

And you know he feels the same way about you.

In the way he looks at you with an adoring gaze that makes you feel like you’re the only person that matters in a room full of people.

In the way he ever so gently brushes your hair to tuck the escaping strands behind your ear, just to place his hand in the nape of your neck to tenderly place a kiss on your forehead that lingers further than a casual kiss would.

In the way he never misses a chance to have you in his arms. Whether it’s a lazy movie night where he doesn’t watch the movie because he can’t help but wrap his arms around your waist and bury his face in your chest, feeling your soft skin against his cheek. Or if it’s a fancy night out where he’ll keep a hand on you at all times because it grounds him when he gets a strong surge of emotions on date nights.

You both know that this is it for you.

You are each other’s present, future and eternity.

Looking lovingly at him, you gently insert the Ruby mound behind his ear. His thick hair masking the stem and making the flower appear as if it’s magically grown from his curls.

You smiled at the beautiful sight. Thinking about the similarities between the flower and your Frankie.

The Ruby mound endured the wind that plucked it from its own home, travelled an unknown distance until it found its way to you. Yet it never lost the delicacy and fragility that it possessed. Indicating the resilience that never wavered in the face of adversities.

Despite the atrocities he faced in his years of serving. Your Frankie still preserves his genuine features.

His compassion is evident when he comforts you after a long stressful day, listening attentively to your concerns while he draws shapes on the shins of your sprawled legs on his lap.

You're always left at awe at his thoughtfulness when he shows up at your work with your favourite food during his lunch break. Because he knows you were running late that morning and you didn’t get to have breakfast.

You’d think after three years of this constant, unwavering care you’d get used to it. But in all honesty, you’re enamoured with everything that Frankie does. And you think you’ll continue to do so for the longest time.

As much as you dread extracting Frankie from his cocoon of tranquillity, by now the sun is about to set and this moment of serenity has to come to an end like it was bound to. And you have to wake him up.

You slowly run your hand on his scruff, feeling the rough texture under your fingertip.

He hums softly in his sleep when he feels your touch back on him again.

“Frankie?” You whisper gently to not startle him.

When he doesn’t even stir, you lower your head enough to kiss his temple, calling his name again.

When that doesn’t work either, you pepper feather light kisses all over his face. Making sure to cover his eyelids, nose and chin.

His lips quirk up at the corners as he begins to wake up. You don’t stop landing the kisses until he starts to chuckle and his hands raise to your chin to guide your lips to his where you kiss him as tender as you can in that awkward angle.

When you pull away, he opens his eyes with a groggy smile; “Hi”.

“Good morning sleepyhead.” You said through your smile while still caressing his scruff “how do you feel?”

“Like I’m in a dream with an angel above my head” he rasped while leaning into your touch.

“Mmm, such a flatterer” you playfully pinched his cheek, earning a chuckle from him “do you want to take a stroll before we lose light?”

He sat up and stretched his arms above his head. And turned to look at you when you started giggling to yourself.

“What?” He said with a quizzical smile on his handsome face “what’s so funny?”

“Nothing, you just look so pretty like this” you said with an adoring gaze.

“Like what?” He turned to face you entirely.

You wordlessly picked up your phone, opened your camera app and pinched his chin to turn his head to the side. You took a picture of the Ruby mound tucked into his hair and showed it to him.

He chuckled as realisation dawned on him “yeah you’re right, it suits me”

“You look like a charming flower prince!” You said excitedly.

“Does that make you my gorgeous flower princess?” He said with a wink.

“Hmm I suppose it would” you said slyly, your gaze flitting down to his lips.

He leaned closer to you and placed his hand on your jaw “you definitely are” he whispered against your lips before your lips melted against each other with an intimate rhythm that sent a rush of warmth coursing through your bodies.

As you walked with your hands clasped together under the pink and orange hues of the sunset, you were sure that you’re not afraid of the uncertainties of the future anymore. You found solace and strength in your Frankie and you couldn’t ask for more than that.

Your charming flower prince that you will cherish always and forever.

A/N : If you stuck around until you reached me here; THANK YOU SO SO SO MUCH & you made my day <33 please share your thoughts with me here or on Twitter (X 🙄) @/Loon_martell 🤍.

#frankie morales #francisco morales #frankie catfish morales #frankie morales x reader #frankie morales x you #frankie morales x ofc #frankie x reader #frankie morales fanfic #frankie morales fanfiction #triple frontier fanfiction #pedro pascal #pedro pascal characters #pedro pascal character fanfic

[trollcafe]

Everything Moves

Word Count: 1583 words Brief: Part 1 of the Introduction into a New Character  Google Docs Link || Part Two 

Drinking with a mask was a two-hand job. You tilted the mask up just enough to bring the cold glass to your lips, to let the golden bitter ichor burn its way down your throat. The cup, now half empty, returns to its place on the bar, and your mask moves back down. 

“You mentioned strange activity at the old church?” The bartender, as bulky as she was, seemed surprised when you spoke to her. You truly couldn’t blame her, the town you had been stationed in was wary of newcomers. Especially those of higher castes, not that she could tell with your mask. She turns towards you with a cautious smile. 

“Aye, th’ old monastery. It’s real close to an abandoned cavern…The jades all quit, ‘n the monastery jus’ rotted away. Always gave me the heeby-jeebies. Fuckin’ monastery seemed too close to monster-y…so I avoid it!” A small, but nervous laugh, escapes as she cleans a glass. You respond with a small nod. 

“What sorta strange activity?” Your head tilts slightly. An old habit developed to compensate for your hidden face. The mask made it difficult to communicate some days. But it was enchanted, or perhaps cursed, as to keep you focused on your task. It ensured your goal was always in sight, and prevented you from feeling too much. 

“Trolls goin’ missin’...or comin’ back weeks later. They’d be…different. Actin’ strange...” The bartender trailed off, as if this was more personal for her. She set the now dry glass down in its stack, and avoided your gaze. You simply nod again. She leaves you to finish your drink alone. You wouldn’t complain at the newfoun solitude. It was nothing new by now. 

Many sweeps ago, you had said goodbye to your dearest friend. You had served alongside him, mercenaries in this organization dedicated to ridding the planet of rainbowdrinkers. A moment you dreaded dwelling on any longer than necessary. But ever since then, you had traveled alone, seeking and killing rainbowdrinkers wherever you could. You had gotten word of activity in this small town and decided to station yourself there to find out what was going on. Something deep inside your chest said it was important. 

You don’t stick around much longer after that brief interaction. Your steps are slow as you travel, ensuring that it’d be a long night of walking. A man of your size was slow and cumbersome, though that could be improved upon if you simply took off some of your protective gear. You insisted upon wearing armor, carved with the insignia of the organization you once worked for. Your greataxe was strapped to your back, larger than you, but definitely heavy. As you walked through the woods, you found yourself humming a song to fill the silence. Humming turned to singing. Singing made the time pass. 

It took a couple nights for you to reach a clearing. The walk was, for the most part, unremarkable. The only excitement was a close encounter with some bandits, who ended up much stronger than you had anticipated. You made your camps, tended to your wounds, and continued your travels. Even in the solitude of the woods, you kept your mask on, even to sleep. You didn’t need any emotions leading you astray. When the trees parted to welcome you into the desolate clearing, you almost feel relieved.

Moonlight filled the clearing where the monastery rotted away, creating a rather beautiful scene. You only pause to take the sights in for a moment. The woods surrounding you were serene and quiet. Were it not for what you knew awaited inside, you would’ve considered this  scene to be peaceful. Instead, it was just eerie. The now-headless statue in the center was proof of that statement. The grand oak entrance had what appeared to be carvings of said statue that adorned it at one point, now hidden by the vines growing through the rotting wood. Despite their rot, they held steady, refusing to budge as you pushed. You heave a tired sigh and rest your greataxe upon your shoulder. Things never could be easy, huh?

You decide to go around back and search for another entrance. There is a terrace visible, but the likelihood of you making such a climb and surviving was incredibly small. For a silent moment, you wished your lusus was still with you. She could’ve helped you up there. The added benefit of not traveling alone would’ve been nice. Sometimes you wondered if this journey was worth it, but there was a strong pull in your chest. You had to avenge the death of your friends, your family. They deserved justice. You were their last hope for achieving that. Lost in thought, you almost pass what appeared to be a cellar door. 

After a brief investigation, you realize it is, again, locked. The lock looked frail, but refused to break despite your best efforts. So, you heave your greataxe behind you and take a deep breath in. Just as you’d been trained to sweeps prior. With a grunt, you swing upwards, and allow gravity to aid as your axe descends upon the wooden cellar doors. The wood split with a crack, quickly claiming your axe as its own. You blink in confusion. A few solid tugs later, you determined that your axe was completely stuck. 

It hurt more than you’d care to admit to let go of the worn down handle. Your hands fall to your side, but your gaze rests on the blade firmly lodged into the wood. How could some stupid cellar door be the end of your greataxe? You had spent sweeps with the weapon as your only friend. The handle was worn down where you gripped, a testament to how loved it had been. The blade itself had been in perfect shape, you kept it pristine after all. Where the blade met the handle, visible now, was a symbol carved into the metal. Perhaps the symbol so lovingly etched into your blade was the piece that you found so difficult to part with. 

Defeated, you accept your poor greataxe’s fate. You kneel beside it, spending a quiet second to pay your respects. From there, you decide to investigate some of the smaller buildings nearby. With luck, there would be something useful there. 

The first building was a worn-down stable. It reeked of decay, with rotting hay and a collapsed roof. It clearly had animals at one point. Though, it was obvious now that this was no place for any living creature, not even yourself. The tack room was, for the most part, useless. The equipment was all in various states of decay, none of the food was anywhere close to edible. You did, however, find a pair of garden shears. Your lusus had always advised you to be resourceful. With your greataxe gone, you could use another weapon. Sure, you had handaxes, but it never hurt to be prepared. You decided to not stick around long, lest the remaining roof collapse upon you. That would be your luck, after all. The second building was, unremarkably, completely empty. It appeared to have been a servant’s quarters, but held nothing of value, even after a thorough investigation. 

The Messiahs above must have heard your pleas, because the third and final building to investigate was mostly intact. A skeleton lie on a bed while the rest of the small space was rather undecorated. You stopped to pay respects to the skeleton before searching the bedside table. There, Messiahs be blessed, you found a key. It was small, but with luck, maybe it would unlock the cellar door? The kitchen was empty, with most of the food being expired or moldy. The rest of the small building held nothing of value. 

You couldn’t shake the strange thought that something bad was going to happen, something strange was boiling below the surface. This thought stuck with you as you returned to the cellar door. The key fit- thank the Messiahs!- but despite your best efforts, your axe was still horrifically stuck. Such is life, unfortunately. You kneel down once again to pay another quiet moment of respect before beginning your descent. 

The cellar is as desolate and rotted as the rest of the place. The uneasy feeling in your chest is rising with each footstep. You decide against exploring the partially caved-in cellar, and make your way up the stairs. You find yourself in the kitchen. Your sense of unease grows in the silence of the church. For a place supposedly bustling with activity, this place was pretty dead. 

Your feet seem to know where to go before you do. The walls are crumbling, vines barely holding the broken rock together. Dust rises with each footstep. As you turn into a hallway, one of many, your eyes settle on the candlelight drifting from one of the open doorways. From the size of the entrance, it would’ve been one of the main rooms when the church was used for its intended purpose. 

You knew better than to rush in. But you couldn’t help yourself. You were determined to get to the bottom of this, to find out why you had felt so unsettled, even while wearing your mask. You rush into the candlelit nave, full of empty pews and stained glass windows. 

You make it only a few steps before freezing. 

Sitting before you, in a throne placed where a preacher would share sermons, is a man you once knew.

#drabbles #collyn morsus #collyn #ghost.art #this drabble was inspired by the one shot i did w beaux as the dm!

[romanticlamahatta]

Darjeeling: A Must Visit Destination

Title: Enchanting Darjeeling: A Journey to the Land of Tea Gardens and Himalayan Beauty

Introduction: Welcome to Darjeeling, a picturesque hill station nestled in the lap of the mighty Himalayas. Join me on this mesmerizing journey as I explore the breathtaking landscapes, rich cultural heritage, and the delightful aroma of world-renowned Darjeeling tea. From the narrow-gauge toy train to the serene monasteries, Darjeeling offers a unique and unforgettable travel experience. Let's embark on this adventure together and discover the magic of Darjeeling.

Day 1: Arriving in the Queen of the Hills As I arrive in Darjeeling, the cool mountain breeze welcomes me with open arms. The scenic drive to the town offers glimpses of terraced tea gardens, and I can't help but marvel at the tea-pickers skillfully plucking the leaves. After settling into my charming hotel, I take a leisurely stroll along the Mall Road, a bustling avenue lined with shops, restaurants, and vibrant local markets. The aroma of freshly brewed Darjeeling tea fills the air, and I can't resist savoring a cup at one of the quaint tea houses.

Day 2: Sunrise at Tiger Hill and the Darjeeling Himalayan Railway Before dawn breaks, I make my way to Tiger Hill, one of the best vantage points to witness the sunrise over the snow-capped peaks of Kanchenjunga, the world's third-highest mountain. The view is awe-inspiring, and I capture the golden rays as they paint the Himalayas in hues of orange and pink. Later, I hop aboard the iconic Darjeeling Himalayan Railway, lovingly called the toy train, for a scenic ride through misty mountains and lush greenery. The journey takes me through picturesque landscapes, and the train's rhythmic chugging adds to the charm of the experience.

Day 3: Exploring the Monasteries and Peaceful Retreats Darjeeling is not just about scenic beauty; it also offers a spiritual retreat. Today, I visit the Ghoom Monastery, the oldest in the region, where the serene ambiance and mesmerizing prayer chants create a sense of tranquility. Afterward, I head to the Peace Pagoda, a symbol of peace and harmony, from where I get a panoramic view of the entire town. The day concludes with a visit to a local tea estate, where I learn about the tea production process from leaf to cup and enjoy a tea-tasting session.

Day 4: A Glimpse of Local Life and Tibetan Culture In the morning, I explore the vibrant local life of Darjeeling by visiting the Batasia Loop, a spiral railway track with beautifully landscaped gardens. The War Memorial here commemorates the brave Gorkha soldiers who sacrificed their lives in various wars. Next, I head to the Tibetan Refugee Self Help Center, where I witness skilled artisans crafting traditional Tibetan handicrafts. It's heartening to learn about the center's efforts to preserve Tibetan culture and provide support to refugees.

Day 5: Farewell, Darjeeling! As my journey in Darjeeling comes to an end, I can't help but feel grateful for the unforgettable memories and experiences. The natural beauty, the warmth of the people, and the lingering taste of Darjeeling tea will stay with me forever. With a heavy heart and a promise to return, I bid farewell to the Queen of the Hills, knowing that a piece of my heart will always remain in this enchanting land.

Conclusion: Darjeeling has left an indelible mark on my soul, and I hope this travel blog has inspired you to explore this hidden gem. From the majestic Himalayan peaks to the soothing tea gardens and the enriching cultural experiences, Darjeeling has something to offer to every traveler. So pack your bags, embrace the adventure, and immerse yourself in the magic of Darjeeling. Happy travels!READ MORE

#darjeeling #darjeeling tour package #darjeeling tea #queenofhills #travel #toy train #beautiful places #hill stations #incredibleindia #travel blogs #traveller #travelling #travel photography #destination #panorama #bpgeographic #exotic places #exotic plants #himalayas #trekking in nepal #NORTHBENGAL

[officallyshypandicorn]

Lost

This is a fictional POV of a person losing their mother. Hope you enjoy it!

The walk to her crate that cradled a lifeless form felt endless with each step. My heart began to drop as I got closer to the coffin. I have my partner walking next to me, holding hands for courage. It wasn't a race or a hurry, but this time, I wanted to play the role of the Tortoise. I’ve always been the Hare, with no care in the world, playful and full of energy. That is, up until the day when everything seemed to fail and my life felt like it was about to collapse. Hearing the news at first didn't seem real. The drum and the Qeej (Hmong Flute) rang in my ear. Leisurely heading towards the goal, denying everything, I took my time getting close. When reaching the casket, the feelings of grief sank in. Seeing my mother lying there was so hard to see. We never really know when our loved ones will leave us, and my mother left us shorter than expected. Staring down at her face, she looked so peaceful and serene. I prayed to any god who could be listening to that time could halt so I could have the freedom to remain in this brief moment for all eternity. As if someone heard my wishes, the world slowed down around me. She is in her forever resting bed, eyes softly closed and a slight smile in an endless slumber where she will never wake up again, even if my father were a prince to kiss her, to bring her back to life. Never to be seen after today. She wore full-body traditional Hmong attire that we had prepared for her. Lifting my hand up and gently down to her face. It was cold to the touch as I grazed her cheek but my partner's hand whom I held was warm. My breath shook as I held one hand that was warm and the other that was deadly cold. Gripping the warmth of the other person besides me, I exhaled my breath quietly. Mixed emotions filled my thoughts. There are so many things I would have liked to tell her. Memories I still wanted to create with her. Future goals that I wished she could see as I attained them. Tears run down my face and those around me. The room that surrounded us was dark and gloomy. There was tension in the air as if someone were pulling the strings of a violin to the point where they were about to break. Then all of a sudden, across the nearly empty room, a howl of sorrow could be heard coming from behind us; “KUV NAM!” (My Mom!) they cried out. I looked to see who the sobs belonged to as I turned away from my mother. It was my older sister, sitting on a chair watching the slide show while pictures of my mother passed one by one. My older sister never cried. She had always been stern and strict, never showing her emotions like sadness or grief. The sound pierced our eardrums and the center of my core even more than my thoughts. My tear ducts overflowed once more against my will, rushing like there was no tomorrow. I'd do anything to hear my mother's voice again on this dark, gloomy, and chilly evening.

#Lost #Grief #free write #emotional #emptiness #sadnees #hmong

[lonewolfel]

Attack of Zakuul: Chapter 7

Read on AO3

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6

Inspired by this post on Tumblr by @bluezeri

The duo was led through the port by Yezese. Thexan looked around nervously. Criminals of the Republic and Empire were all wandering around. It made him nervous. He looked over to Onorshash.

The Tagruta woman was calm and collected. She walked with an elegance and grace that he has never seen before. The closest he has seen was the nobility of Zakuul but even then she puts them to shame. Not to mention no matter what Onorshash is faced with she always projects an air of serenity, peace, and calm.

Thexan had always been the level-headed one of his siblings. Perhaps it was bad to compare himself to his siblings after all compared to Onorshash he was his mother, level-headed for the most part with occasional impulsive actions. Onorshash was more on the level of his father, though not in the same way. Where he was cold and distant she was warm and welcoming.

Onorshash noticed Thexan staring at her. She looked over and smiled at him. He glared at her before looking away feeling embarrassed much to his annoyance.

They continued walking until they reached a room in the center.

"She's wai'ing for ya," Yezese said. She stopped at the door. Onorshash nodded before entering the room. Thexan followed her not having any other choice. Inside the room was bare except for a holo in the center and a window on the back wall.

A woman wearing pure black stood with her back to them. She must be the Shadow Broker.

"Ah, Master Haly and friend, welcome." The Shadow Broker said with a slightly mechanical voice. She turned around revealing her masked face.

"You wished to see us," Onorshash said.

"Yes, I have a job for you." The Shadow Broker said. Thexan looked over at Onorshash in confusion. She was looking at the infamous criminal.

"If we refuse?" Thexan demanded. Onorshash made no move to stop him. The question made the Shadow Broker laugh.

"Then I'll alert the Republic of your location or perhaps I will also alert the Empire to see how many credits they'll pay for Master Haly." The Shadow Broker said

"So you're blackmailing us," Thexan said.

"Welcome to the criminal underworld, soldier." The Shadow Broker said with glee.

"So we have no choice but to accept," Thexan growled.

"Hmm." The Shadow Broker hummed

"Fine." Thexan snapped.

"Glad we came to an understanding. Now Yezese and her team will give you a briefing." The Shadow Broker said.

"Thank you for your hospitality," Onorshash spoke for the first time sense arriving. She bowed slightly before she turned around and began to leave. Thexan began to follow her.

"Soldier, I would like a word." The Shadow Broker said. They both stopped in their tracks.

Onorshash looked back at Thexan. She had a concerned look on her face but she nodded. He gave her a short nod and then turned around. He walked back over to the Shadow Broker. She waited until they were alone.

"Ya know soldier I've never gotten to meet someone from that mysterious army. Never got to be close. I know you are proud and loyal you won't spill any secrets so I won't even try to get you to spill. I'll tell ya one thing though. I will figure out who you are. I have a feeling that your little friend won't like it nor anyone else." The Shadow Broker said

"You called me over here to threaten you," Thexan said.

"Have a nice trip." The Shadow Broker said. She then turned around. Thexan growled before walking away.

The Shadow Broker acted as if she was Valkorion. As if she had everyone under her thumb. Perhaps she did after all she used blackmail always to get her way. It was why father warned them to be careful to avoid any of her bugs.

Finally, he arrived at the docking bay. There was a group of people he didn't know along with the Twi'lek captain. Onorshash was there. She smiled in relief as she saw him. She rushed over.

"Is everything ok?" Onorshash asked. Her concern was clear. It was odd. Thexan was nothing to her and yet she was concerned about him. Only his brother, mother, and sister ever showed him concern all other concern was fake. Yet her's was genuine in a way that he couldn't understand.

"Yes," Thexan said. He knew the Shadow Broker would make good on her promise but he is hoping to hide away in what the core worlds call the Unknown Region before she has a chance. Perhaps he will take Onorshash with him if she wishes.

Onorshash nodded. She then moved away from him and towards the team.

"This is our team. Yezese, Bowdaar, Risha, Akaavi, Ciece, Torian, and Mako." Onorshash introduced.

"Do we get a name, soldier?" Ciece asked. They were more machine than human. Covered in beskar armor with only their face visible. They had long blond hair and blue eyes.

Thexan just glared at them. Ciece snorted.

"I like ya, soldier," Ciece said. They then walked onto the ship. The rest of the group followed them. They were all talking to each other.

Onorshash placed her hand on Thexan's arm. She sent a wave of reassurance through the Force.

"We should go they aren't a crowd you want to keep waiting," Onorshash said softly. She began to walk towards the ship.

Thexan followed after her. She was right tho. The Mandalorians of the group and the Wookie have already broken into the alcohol. Yezese was shouting at Mako for touching her ship. Onorshash gave him a small smile.

"Don't worry. Everything will be fine. The Force will guide us." Onorshash reassured him.

Thexan wanted to make a comment. She was just spewing the ideas of the Scions. Stupid ideas that he as a prince was beyond. But he didn't. She was his only ally on this entire ship. Not to mention she had let him handle the negotiating even though they both knew she would have done a better job than him. He wasn't going to isolate her over a difference in ideologies. He just shook his head.

"Where are we headed?" Thexan asked

"Kashyyk." Onorshash responded

#swtor #Star Wars The Old Republic #thexan #Jedi Consular #Female Smuggler #swtor bounty hunter #other characters mentioned #fan fiction #fanfic

[astaroth1357]

Brothers React to the MC Looking at Them Lovingly

This is a personal experiment. This is the very first time I've written one of these with a goal in mind, "Make them fall in love all over again." It's a tall order. I hope I succeeded. 🙏 Special thanks to @a-chaotic-dumbass for picking the mood for this one!

Intro:

We all know that look. The one where one person stares at another like they just realized they're the only thing in the universe and they're in fucking awe of it. The kind of look that tells you they're utterly enthralled by that other person and just can't get enough of their presence. That look. Yeah, the brothers just got that look out of the MC.

Let's warm some cold hearts, everybody.

Lucifer

Lucifer was always beautiful. Always has been, as an angel or a demon.

A morning star is one that outshines all the rest. It stands out when the other stars have dimmed, holding onto its luster in defiance of the sun. 

There couldn't be a truer title for Lucifer to have. Not the horrors of war nor the fires of Hell could tarnish his radiance in any way…

But there were moments, like right then, where the MC caught a glimpse of a different sort of Lucifer.

His brothers would often only see the uptight Lucifer, the practiced visage of perfection that he tried so hard to keep up… 

But after a long day, when he thinks he's alone, he retires to his room to listen to his music and the difference is astonishing.

There's something so entrancingly calm about him… How the light of the fireplace flickers and dances across his alabaster skin to the subtle slouch of his posture. His face no longer marred by creases of stress and frustration… 

And his expression is so pure… So tranquil and at peace… Beauty without effort. A shine that can't be ignored. A morning star, in the truest sense of the word…

It took awhile for Lucifer to see the MC leaning against his doorframe.

They were staring at him with the oddest look… Smiling like they were enraptured by something, but he didn't have a clue why. He was just sitting there…

So, naturally, he turned to suspicion.

"Am I really that amusing…?"

Frankly, he wasn’t prepared for the little laugh they let out in response.

"Mm? No, no... I'm just always so amazed by you, is all. I'll leave you to your music..."

Having thoroughly ruined the mood, the MC then turned to leave. But Lucifer was already upon them before they could step away, wrapping his arms around their waist and letting contented hum escape his chest.

"Going so soon…?"

Apparently he appreciated the compliment.

Mammon

He didn't have to do it.

When Belphie bumped into one of the House's vases, shattering it against the tile, he didn’t have to take the fall for it.

It wasn’t connected to him at all. He could have stayed quiet and no one would have pointed a finger at him for once.

But he did.

When Mammon set his phone down on the table, MC knew instantly that he had lied in the chat.

He was with them the entire day, he didn't have the time to accidentally break a vase. He hadn't even gone down that hallway all day...

But he said something anyway.

And he didn't even look fazed. He didn't turn towards them seeking approval nor did he look irritated that Belphie didn't speak up. He didn't curse at himself for doing something so self-sacrificing either...

When Mammon leaned back into the cushion of his couch, the MC saw something truly remarkable on his face… A smile. A small one, sure, but relaxed… 

Assured in his own actions. Confident in his choice and accepting the consequences… undeserved, and likely thankless, they may be.

A genuine, serene smile…

Mammon wasn't sure what he expected to see when he turned to the MC. Probably confusion or disbelief that he, the Great Mammon, could be so selfless.

Definitely not the awed, lovestruck look he got...

"G-gah!" He panicked slightly and pressed himself back against the armrest of the couch in shock. "Wh-... What'cha lookin at me like that for??"

When the MC didn't answer after a few seconds and just kept staring, he honestly didn't know what to do. Were they broken or something??

"Oi, MC! I asked ya wh-Hey wait a minute!!"

He made a noise between a yelp and a shout when the MC leapt forward and latched their arms onto him. What had gotten into them??

"U-uh… MC? MC?? Damnit MC, answer me already!! Or at least stop squeezin so tight!!... MC!!!"

Leviathan 

To anyone else, it was just Levi being Levi.

He had finished a new episode of his latest animated obsession and he had to share it with someone. Anyone would do, but the MC was always willing to lend an ear.

Something about Levi really changes when he talks about his passions… It's like he comes alive in a whole new way.

He speaks at a mile-a-minute, but that's because he's so excited the words fly from his mouth. 

Some part of him is always bouncing, be it his leg or body. Sometimes even his tail will swish and curl behind him like an ecstatic puppy. And his eyes… 

Citrine pools that glimmer and dilate from the exhilaration of it all. It's his little world and anyone can see he's thrilled to be sharing it. 

You'd never know he was shy. You'd never think he'd look down himself. You'd never guess that he hid himself away… Why would someone so full of passion and life ever want to? Some things are just too beautiful to keep hidden...

Levi had only gotten six minutes into his latest rant before he finally registered how the MC was staring at him…

This man has seen enough shoujo to know what that look means and it shut him up sooo quick. If anyone else were in the room they would have seen a beet-red Levi desperately trying to hide his face.

"M-MC…! S-top staring at me like that…!!"

"Like what~?" 

He didn't have to look at them to hear the teasing lilt in their voice.

"MC…" He peeked out from behind his fingers to see them still staring and covered himself up more vigorously. "Stoooop…!!!"

But secretly? He wished they'd never stop. His cheeks may have been red from embarrassment, but his heart was trying to hammer its way out of his chest to hug them itself. Hell, he'd have happily given it over to them if they'd asked…

Please just let those loving eyes be for him and him alone...

Satan

Soft isn't exactly a word anybody would use to describe Satan, least of all himself.

His anger was quick to spark, his strength was nothing to scoff at, and even his smiles were nothing but plastic for nearly all of his existence…

Nearly.

The MC learned surprisingly quick that there was one thing that could bypass all of the hidden ferocity to Satan's personality. Something that could make him melt like butter in the summer sun…

Satan had always looked a little cute when he was reading. He was easily at his most expressive when engrossed in a thrilling story or deeply intrigued by something he found between the pages of a book…

But watching Satan read about cats, as he was right then, was really something else entirely.

Maybe it was the way his emerald eyes would sparkle or the lopsided grin he just couldn't hide as he would scan the pages about the playful habits of Bengals or the relaxed nature of Ragdolls…

Maybe it was the sheer impassioned dedication he took the subject, pouring countless hours into collecting and memorizing every fact he could from their diets to coat maintenance.

Or maybe it was the sheer fact that anytime he saw a picture of kitty in-print he looked like a besotted schoolgirl drawing hearts around her crush in a teen magazine.

Really, who's to say? But to the MC, it was proof that under all that anger, there was a tender, loving center even for the smallest, softest creatures…

Satan automatically snapped his book closed when he saw MC watching him from behind a bookshelves. Caught red-handed…

He knows exactly how he looks when he's doing his research internally squealing over cat pictures so he tries to do so in private...

He was about to sputter out a defensive explanation but then he registered their face…

He'd seen that look described in stories, romance novels mostly, but he'd rarely seen it in action… and never once leveled at him with such intensity…

Not to be cliche, but frankly his heart skipped a beat.

Satan forgot about his book briefly and got up to close the distance between them, tilting their chin up to keep their eyes on him.

"Like something that you see, Kitten?"

"You could say that…"

He laughed at their attempt to play coy, but let it slide just this once… Easy to do with them looking at him so amorously.

Asmodeus 

Asmo is a very popular demon. Someone so free ought to know quite a lot of people, after all.

And, of course, he had plenty of fans. He made DevilTube videos, hosted radio shows, fashion designed, and even modeled.

So it wasn't very surprising when a young demoness stopped him while he and the MC were out shopping. It wasn’t the first time he had been asked to sign autographs, but this meeting… it was different.

It was clear to them both that this girl was shy. Though she held out the paper, her eyes stayed firmly on the ground and she stumbled on her question… She likely a fan from afar, but everything about her seemed meek… unassuming.

Most people would have just gave the autograph then went on with their day. The interaction could have taken five seconds at most… but not Asmo.

He asked her name… where she was from, how she was feeling, her favorite foods, outfits, makeup, you name it. All with investment.

It was amazing to watch the shy young woman slowly open up, getting more bright and cheerful with each passing question until it evolved into a healthy conversation.

When their little meeting finally wrapped up, he gave her back the paper (now signed) but also fished out a bottle of perfume from among the mountains of bags he was carrying. He gave it to her and wouldn't hear anything to the contrary, he could always buy another.

None of his brothers ever gave Asmo enough credit for his giving nature… even if he had his own way of going about it. Though he cared so much about image and his ability to shine, he never hesitated to make sure that the people around him shined too...

Asmo waved to the fan as she scampered away and was about to  apologize to the MC when he saw their face…

The man knows this look well. He's seen it a billion times, though it was particularly cute coming from them.

"Awww MC! Taken by my beauty are you~?"

He was about ready to kiss their cheek when they responded.

"No, not your looks, Asmo… with you."

… Oh.

It was very rare to see Asmo speechless, but for a few seconds his mind seemed to take in their words… letting them fully sink in before his heart utterly melting.

Oh MC… His sweet MC!!

Asmo ended up dropping the rest of his bags just so he could properly litter his human in nuzzles and kisses, the both of them humming and giggling in delight despite their shameless PDA.

Of course it would be his MC to see that part in himself… Who else would take the time?

Beelzebub 

Food is a precious resource to Beel. For him, it's a lifeline. A good meal could save him from the brink of starvation…

But that still doesn't make him incapable of sharing from time to time.

He and the MC were walking back to the House after getting takeout from Hell's Kitchen. Beel hadn't even waited until they left the restaurant to start eating his share, spilling the smell of fresh food into the air around them…

Things were going fine on their route back until they heard whimpering behind them…

A hellhound puppy, not quite old enough to bear its fangs, seemingly followed them as they were walking… It looked like it had been out for some time and eyed their food with hungry eyes, but weak posture. Who knows when it last had a meal?

The MC was about to tug at Beel's sleeve and say something, but their demon was ahead of them this time.

A casual observer might have gawked at the sight of Gluttony kneeling down to offer such a lowly creature a sandwich. But the MC knew better. When you spend your whole life hungry, nobody more than you understands that kind of pain in someone else. 

This reaction wasn't out of character for Beel, it was elementary.

And when the puppy finished its meal and covered Beel's cheeks with appreciative licks, he just laughed and scratched behind its ears. Amethyst eyes looking more relieved at its health than disappointed he lost some of his lunch...

Food was Beel's lifeline, but kindness is what made him who he was…

When the pup finally scampered off, Beel looked over at the MC to tell them it'd be alright and saw their face…

He wasn't really sure what they were staring at… Did he have something between his teeth again?

"MC? Are you okay...?"

They laughed at him for some reason but pulled him in for a hug so they must have meant well.

"You're so sweet, Beel…"

Beel's never one to refuse a compliment so he just hugged them back, beaming.

"Thank you, MC…"

Belphegor 

To say that Belphegor tended to be on the melancholic side would be an understatement… It wasn’t that he was incapable of expressing joy, it was just harder for him to do than most. Not helped, of course, by his tendency to keep his true feelings vague and hard to pinpoint.

But on those rare occasions where he was overjoyed… Belphie could really be something special…

The MC and Belphie were attending one of Beel's games and it was a tight one… Both teams had spent most of it tied and Beel's team was running out of time to overtake that slim margin.

Belphie had always been a supporter of his twin's athletics, but this time it was tense even for him. He kept on the edge of his seat and didn't even nod off during the breaks like he normally would… The MC could just tell how nervous he was for Beel…

But right as the time was about to run out, Beel made a last minute score and sure, the whole field erupted, but Belphie? Belphie hollered.

The normally sleepy and mellow demon was on his feet in an instant and practically shredding his vocal chords in excitement. If his tail had been out, it would have been beating against the bleachers like a war-drum. And his expression?

Belphie's smile is said to stop hearts for a reason. When he puts his all into a grin it's almost like he ascends to Heaven once more, as pure as an angel's choir and as warm as a summer's breeze… Nothing in his eyes but pride and adoration for his beloved twin brother.

Truly, a heartwarming sight to behold…

Belphie didn't calm down until the rest of the crowd settled and was about to point out Beel's skill to the MC when he noticed their face.

… oh no… Why do they look so sappy…?

"You really love your brother, don't you?"

Belphie quickly hid his thoughts behind an irritated frown and plopped back down in his seat… but that didn't shield them from seeing his pink cheeks.

"Of course I do. What kind of question is that?"

He debated just joining Beel on the field to hide his embarrassment when he heard them snicker back.

"Yeah, you're right… Don't mind me."

Oh he minded. He minded a lot that he let his carefully veiled image slip like that. But thinking back to that smile on their face…?

Maybe being a little open wasn't so bad after all...

#obey me #obey me shall we date #shall-we-date-obey-me #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me headcanons #obey me hc #obey me scenarios

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His Muse | KHJ

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: fashion designer!Hongjoong (Ateez) x reader

𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐛: Flashing Lights collab hosted by me 

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: fluff, smut, established relationship au, fashion industry au

𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠: 18+

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: cursing, masturbating, fingering, oral (f receiving), missionary, nail digging, dirty talk, nipple play, creampie, overstimulation, multiple orgasms

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬: 1.4k

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲:  It was definitely fate at Fashion Week the way you and Hongjoong met. Inseparable ever since, Hongjoong likes to practice his craft with you as his favorite subject. When the sun goes down he never fails to express why you're a constant source of inspiration.

AN: Thank you to @sugasbabiie​, @eatjeanjin​, and @hobipaint​ for looking over this for me. I really appreciate it 🖤

The sky has reached the golden hour, with the sunlight shining through the windows in your penthouse. You sit on the stool in nothing but a satin button-up shirt. Behind you is a plain white background, and you are patiently waiting for your photo to get taken. You aren’t a model by any means, but you can’t tell your fashion designer of a boyfriend, Hongjoong, that. He is constantly taking pictures of you and adding them to his mood boards. He calls you his muse, his excuse being that you are the most beautiful thing that has ever been created on this Earth. 

You met at a New York fashion week while visiting a show you were invited to by your best friend Seonghwa, who showcased his latest collection. It’s not the first time you went to a show that Seonghwa held, but this event was a collaboration between his and Hongjoong’s, and it was a massive event for him. You came in dressed in your best, expecting to support your best friend on this huge achievement and maybe go to an after-party. But the moment you locked eyes on Hongjoong, you knew you were in trouble. Your plans quickly changed, and you ended the night in Hongjoong’s hotel in his bed, riding him until the sun rose. 

You two have been inseparable ever since; you moved in with him a month later on his insistence, and you started working together as his accountant. You have a masters in accountancy, and his business is ever-growing, so it made sense for him to have someone he trusts looking over his books. You both fell in love fast and hard, and there’s not a day that goes by that he doesn’t shower you with gifts or adore you. Everything he designs has been tried on you first, and he always seeks your approval. He lights the furnace in your heart and fills you up with a love that you’ve never had before. 

“Okay, baby, are you ready?” Hongjoong comes out of the room, his expensive camera in hand. 

“Mmhm,” you hum.

He holds his camera up and the flash goes off before you are ready, your vision temporarily blinded from the brightness. You hear him come over to you and you feel him rub your eyes gently, alleviating the slight pain in your eyes. Hongjoong kisses you on your forehead and waits for you to be back at your 100% before taking more photos of you. You pose the way you usually do, giving your best Naomi Campbell, as they say. He is focused on the lens, making sure he catches you at every angle. 

“Unbutton your shirt for me,” Hongjoong instructs, still clicking away on the camera. 

You do as you're told, unbuttoning your shirt slowly, revealing your stomach while covering your breasts. This new level of exposure starts to turn you on, and you have the idea to have him take your pictures while you get totally undressed. You continue to take off your shirt, watching him bite his lip and take his eye off the camera. 

“What are you doing, doll?” He asks, moving closer to you and lifting your chin to meet his face. 

“I want you to take some different kinds of pictures tonight,” you murmur, fiddling with his belt on his pants. 

Hongjoong leans down and kisses you, his cool hands massaging your breasts. Finally, you manage to unbuckle his pants and slide them down, his member growing hard by the minute. You are tempted to wrap your mouth around his cock, but you have a plan, and you are sticking to it. 

“Come with me to bed,” you direct, getting up from the stool and sliding your panties off. 

You take them and stuff them in his mouth, watching his eyes roll to the back of his head. Then, you walk to your massive bedroom, crawling on the bed on all fours, waiting for him to be fully ready to pounce. He comes in shortly after, undressed with his camera in hand, his other hand palming his shaft softly. You watch him approach you from behind, his fingers leaving his shaft to brush against your clit before he gives it a soft kiss. Your breath hitches, and you cling to the sheets as his tongue slowly licks up your center. 

“Please, don’t stop,” you beg, riding his tongue with his rhythm. 

You hear the camera clicking as he continues to tease your clit and now has two fingers stuffed inside of you. You’ve never been able to last long with this mouth and finger combo, and tonight is no different. You scream his name as your orgasm bursts through you, your sweetness gushing everywhere on his fingers. He pulls his fingers out just to flip you over and lick you dry, your legs buckling from overstimulation. He doesn’t stop until you cum again, his soft lips humming against your clit so softly that you can’t help but give him what he wants. 

“I really want your pretty lips around my cock,” Hongjoong groans as he strokes himself harder. 

Though his tone is dominant, his words come out desperate and needy. The way he bites his lip as he focuses on your body, imagining all the ways he wants to have you tonight. You want him just as bad, but you decide to make him wait just a little bit longer. Just to be a minx, you decide to tease him a little. You slip your fingers down to your sweet nectar, playing with yourself softly without breaking eye contact with him. Hongjoong grabs his camera, taking pictures of you in the moment while he still strokes himself. 

“You look so pretty baby,” he cooed, taking one more picture before setting the camera down. “I can’t wait anymore.”

Before you can react, he spreads your legs apart and slams himself inside of you, lifting your head up so you can see him pummel you. 

“You like this, don't you?” He gloats, slapping your breasts. “You like teasing me until I snap and fuck you to sleep huh? This is what you wanted all day. I know you, my dirty whore.”

His harsh words send you into overdrive, and you kiss him feverishly, grinding your hips to match his pace. His hands grab your throat and squeezes it slightly as he whispers more dirty things into your ear, adding more highs to your already close peak. His face is reddening and you feel yourself reaching your peak, so you grab his camera and set it to record, watching him thoroughly fuck you through the lens as he murmurs your name. 

“Hongjoong… baby I-,” you choke. 

“Are you going to cum for me doll?” His tone is velvety and your stomach coils into knots, feeling yourself about to burst. 

You nod frantically, begging for him to coat your walls with his load. Your nails dig into his arms as you dissolve into pleasure, screaming his name into his shoulder. His legs sputter and he releases shortly after you, filling you up with his load like you asked. You can feel yourself pulsing, your legs shaking uncontrollably as they are still being held in the air. Hongjoong slowly pulls himself out of you, kissing your sweaty face and making his way down to your nipples. 

“I love you,” he leaves one lasting kiss on your right nipple before returning to your lips. 

“I love you more,” you pull him on top of you, wanting to be held. 

Hongjoong holds you tightly, stroking your hair as he watches you fall asleep in his arms. You sound peaceful, your light snores tickling his insides, as he always found that adorable. He slowly gets up and grabs the camera, wanting to take pictures of you in this serene state. He realizes that the camera was still recording, catching everything that happened from the moment you grabbed it. 

“I guess I’ll have to add the pictures we did manage to take into our own little mood board,” he chuckles, sending the pictures to his backup drive. 

Hongjoong turns around and takes one last picture of you, covered in a white sheet like the angel he always thought you were. A lightbulb goes off in his head, and he grabs a notepad, sketching you while you sleep. He decides that his next collection will be a soft collection with a lot of white and soft colors that will be perfect for the summertime. He takes his time, curating the ideas he has onto his notepad, not wanting to forget a single detail and to get this going as soon as possible. 

Hongjoong looks over to you once more, amazed that you came into his life but a year ago and have been the source of all this creative energy. He loves you more than you will ever know, the apple of his eye. His forever muse. 

#kwritersworldnet #kpopficsnetwork #ksmutclub #kpopscape #kdiner #noonasinnetwork #ateez fanfic #hongjoong fanfic #ateez fluff #hongjoong fluff #hongjoong smut #ateez imagines #ateez scenarios #ateez fanfiction #hongjoong x reader

[darthwheezely]

dating fred weasley and being a ravenclaw

wow i am a SIMP for this man! this ain’t new info but! he is truly such a divine man and like…yeah i had to- also this might be longer because Fred has a lot more things to cover in terms of this and his own issues sksksjjs

warnings: light smut, angst at parts, wicked hot men named frederick gideon weasley, mentions of sexual degrading and not the hot or kinky kind :/ basically dudes being scumbags

people that might like this (?): @whiz-bangs78 @wand3ringr0s3 @gcdric @thatdumbbitchxx @pansydaisy​@vogueweasley @slytherinsunrise @thehufflepuffwife @theweasleyslut dm me to be on the twins taglist or for requests for blurbs/ships/one shots :)

fred thinks you’re an actual literal on god 111% angel sent by god

i swear-

he basically runs into (…literally) when escaping from filch, and knocks into you coming out of transfiguration

and i shit you not, he catches you by the waist like mid dip

oh my GOD please I’m in love with him

Fred Weasley, professional jackass, looked down at you hand still on your waist. He grinned at you and winked and you swore to god you heard the sparkle sound effect. “Hullo, gorgeous.” He heard filch scream “WEASLEY!” and broke away from you, pulling you up and pushing you off of him, leading a running filch to slip in the middle of the hallway, the hall erupting in laughter: including you. Fred inhaled harshly, heart pounding at you laughing at something he managed to pull off. “I’ll…I’ll see you again, yeah?” You froze smiling in place. “Um…yeah…yeah you will?” “Yeah?” He grinned. “Yeah.” With another wink he sped off down the hall…

he couldn’t stop thinking about the wicked hot girl in the hall

god what house was she he thought?

oh shit she had blue on fuck she’s a ravenclaw he thinks. why does he think like that?

she’s outta my goddamn league, he thought before he could stop himself

“Freddie, I know you’re not giving up on the idea of this girl this easy.” George shook his head smirking in the Hall.

“I’m not giving up on anything - she’s just…too good for me.”

“Mate, you know nothing about her except how her eyes ‘sparkled like the stars’ or some whack Tolstoy shit like that…besides, you always did love a challenge, yeah?” At that Fred grinned.

“Georgie, I was thinking exactly the same thing…”

frederick gideon weasley knew what he had to do

FUCKING RUN AROUND THE CASTLE AND LOOK FOR YOU DUH

i swear he probably skipped like a half a day of classes just running from classroom to classroom tryna find your gorgeous self

he also probably was like “anyone seen a literal angel around” and everyone was just like ~please shoot this kid he cannot be deadass~

anyway, he’s starting to run out of breath guys, pobrecito is about to give up for the day and throw in the towel but then

then, fellas and foals-

he sees you

sitting in the center of the quidditch pitch

reading a book and writing in your notebook

and god when i tell you he physically had his ass floored

i mean, Jesus Christ, it’s the way you were just serenely sitting in HIS favorite place in hogwarts, not even in the stands, just absorbing life in the ACTUAL PITCH just

just being there

“What are you doing here, love?” You look up and see Fred, chest heaving, rosy cheeked and fucking glorious. He looked otherworldly with the sun at his back, seemingly glowing. “Knitting a sweater.” You said coolly, and gave a small smile. He bit his lip and made his way over to you and sat down in front of you.

“I’d like that sweater somewhere else, gorgeous.”

“Where, in your mum’s dirty laundry?” He scoffed

“No silly, on me but I’ll take that option too ;)”

You scoffed back and rolled your eyes. “On you? Please, this is made to fit an actual person with a body, Fred.”

“And I don’t have a good enough body for it?”

You bit your lip, gathering courage to look straight back at him. “I wouldn’t know I haven’t seen it.”

and that alone has Fred Weasley garnering a massive tent in his pants

He gulped. “Whats your name, darling?”

“Y/N. Y/N Y/L/N.”

He grinned, blushing wildly. “Y/N, you’re never getting rid of me now”

that, my dear, was the truth at its finest

for the first time, he’d found a woman that matched his energy

his banter his intellectual mind was finally satisfied by this beautiful, honest, blunt girl that made him

HIM, THE MAN THAT CAN NEVER SHUT THE FUCK UP, be still.

be quiet. be at peace

“freddie, don’t fucking prank first years you’re better than that”

“Fred, please don’t be a bully. You’re not an unkind person so don’t act that way, okay? Come on”

it’s about three to five days of just non stop flirting

constantly leaving him breathless and without a rebuttal, again something no one has ever been able to do

after this period, he’s eating in the great hall, not having talked to you today and bouncing his knees violently

and he sees you get up and leave the hall

this prompts him to get up and run after you

“Y/N!” You turn to see him running full speed behind you, and you smile widely, blushing a fair ton as he stops in front of you, chest heaving. Your smile falters as he doesn’t say anything “Fred, w-what’s wrong?” He then bites his lip “I’m sorry but I have to” and presses his mouth to yours. You kiss back immediately, wrapping your arms around his neck as he backs you up against the wall. The kiss is hungry, passionate, and after a few moments he pulls off you and leans his forehead to yours. “I need you.” He says hoarsely. “And I need YOU, Freddie.” He smiles and you wrap your legs around his waist…

from that moment, you two are inseparable

we are talking handsy too

oh fuck this about to get fluffy as hell

freddie basically waits until you’re out of class and then will pin you against the wall and kiss you like he hasn’t seen you in years

“My angel, it’s been far too long.” He says breathlessly, smiling wide before giving you a kiss attack, sending ammunition of kisses all around your face, making you giggle uncontrollably. “My love, it’s only been an hour,” you say in between full body laughter. He then stops, looking at you very seriously. “Darling, that simply will not do,” he clucks and then throws you over his shoulder, sending you into fits of laughter again as he takes you to your next class.

you and fred have so much sex

empty classrooms

in his dorm

in your dorm

in the locker rooms

in the library

“Freddie, harder baby, please” you gasp out as he’s thrusting inside of you at a rhythmic pace, him slipping into you like hot oil, skin slapping as he has you in the shower. “How much do you need me, angel? Cmon love I wanna hear your words...” “yes, yes I need you please” you moan as he hits a new angle “That’s my princess, taking me so well, do you love it when I fill you up? Fuck you so good you can’t walk?” You nod and throw your head back. “Freddie, I’m gonna come” “Good girl, princess, come all over my cock” He growls setting a faster and harder pace, as he chants your name like a hymnal, his hips and movements getting sloppier as he finally releases into you, chest heaving and presses his lips to your forehead.

“Where should we try next, gorgeous, hmm? I think snape’s office should do it, he won’t even know us from the grease stains from his nose” this earns him a smack on the arm

fred marks you up constantly too

wants everyone to see how much his “good little princess” really feels

anything that says “I choose/belong to fred weasley” he’ll make you do

and you adore it and think it’s hot as fuck

he’s also marked his name onto your thighs and boobs before

george basically accepts the fact that you’re his new baby sister too, and when fred isn’t there will protect you like it ashsajdsahjsa

by this i mean fred has employed him to (but mainly george just does it because he loves you too)

but basically

during potions, draco slides in next to you and propositions you:

“How about we strike a deal, Y/L/N?” He looks at you smugly. You roll your jaw. “Yeah I agree, you shut the fuck up and let me pass our project, and I get all the credit without you destroying my handiwork?” He flares red and grabs your wrist. “I know Weaselbee the fourth probably tastes like the rest of his family - trash - but how I about I let you try something different, hmm?” You immediately pull away from him when he releases and make an attempt to focus back on your book. 

fred obviously hears about this because some slytherin guys in the hallway are talking about how much Y/N wants to suck Malfoy’s dick

he’s not stupid, he knows you get sexualized by that dumbass constantly, even before y’all started dating

basically he finds draco in the boys bathroom, corners him, and beats the fuck out of him 

“if you ever get near my girlfriend again, i swear to godric i won’t be so nice next time - don’t wanna get your balls cut off before 17 do you?” 

oh and he’s stupid hot when he’s mad btw but we all been knew

he finds you where he always finds you once you start dating, in his dorm stop his bed

He swallows thickly at the sight of you clearly upset, watching you sit up immediately tears welling in your throat as you begin to apologize. “Freddie, love, I didn’t do anything I promise I didn’t want him to come onto me-“ “Y/N, it’s never your fault. You have to trust me with that I...I hate seeing people hurt you love.” He pulls your body into him whne he reaches the bed, touching you like you’re porcelain, careful not to break you. “I know I get violent and angry or pouty when guys do that to you because I feel like you’ll either choose someone else or I can’t protect you and...you mean everything to me, my angel.” He whispers into your hair, tears stealing on his cheeks. “I promise no one will hurt you anymore because I love you and loving someone means you do anything for them.” He babbles like a small boy, convincing himself of everything until he realizes he’s said it and he inhales. “Y/N y-you don’t have to say it ba-“ “I want to say it back. Remember? I love you and I need you, Fred.” You look up at him softly, chin on his chest and he smiles through tears on his face. “And I love you and I need YOU, my love.”

fred knows you love him and choose him over everyone but again

he gets insecure

in the way George is scared people won’t see him as Fred

fred is afraid you’ll find someone better

someone more stable and less quick tempered

you guys have fights sometimes that end in frustration or angry sex

but fred is always there an hour later sitting outside your dorm door praying to god you forgive him for his mistake

he’s never abusive or malicious

he just gets impulsive with pranks or doesn’t consider feelings sometimes

ON TO THE BURROW!!!!

molly is so thankful for you and hugs you immediately as you walk through the door whispering

“Thank you for making my son feel how he deserves” and your eyes water lightly murmuring a thank you

you instantly catch bill’s attention as he notices the way fred is so much calmer and confident with you around

he seems more sure of himself, and not as angry

his temper too is calmer with your presence, as if the very essence of you is soothing to all youre around

he is, so so in love with you

and yes he can be brash

and yes he can be insecure

and yes he can be impulsive

but yes he would do anything for you

but yes he sees you like no one else can

but yes he knows you struggle and he wants to be there

fred weasley is absolutely incandescently in love with you

and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

#fred weasley headcanons #fred weasley #fred weasley smut #fred weasley x ravenclaw!reader #Fred weasley imagines #Harry Potter #harry potter imagine

[skiyoosmi]

to the stars above | z.

featuring. zhongli (genshin impact)

genre. fluff, angst, smut, ancient-liyue!au

word count. 5.4k

marga's notes. aAAAa look look, it's my first commission!! school has kept me really occupied for like the past month but after pulling a few all-nighters, i've finally finished my responsibilities along with this little baby! once again, from the bottom of my heart, thank you to my bubs @ramannnn for trusting me with this one <33

Nobody knows when the world began, how it came to be and why it continues to be. Even I, whose mind is filled with nothing but wonder for it, have no idea. One thing I am quite sure of... is how mine did.

It all started with him— a man of many titles, different identities yet at the end of the day, all these monikers are the same; it's all him. He adored Liyue more than anything else, knew it like the back of his hand. He went where the winds lead him, stayed where the moon shines upon him, stood where the golden sun kissed his skin. He found serenity in the walks he travels as he goes about his day, the sceneries his eyes take in and the calm sounds the nature resonates for him. And as if it was fate decided upon by the Celestia, it led him to me. Suddenly, my little world that used to be nothing became everything... quickly and all at once.

An exasperated sigh escapes from my lips, frustration and disappointment filling my whole being as I stare at the blank parchment paper I held in my hands. Another day was again wasted with no progress, I thought, mentally beating myself up for not being productive enough. Before I could further drown myself into such pessimistic ideas, I snap out of it and let my eyes cherish the view that lies ahead of me. Though I feel a little guilty for taking Vermeer's place, I can only whisper an apology with little to no sincerity. Because truly, nothing can beat the picturesque landscape of Luhua Pool— the crystal clear waters that would most probably reflect my face like a mirror if I were to ever look at it, the ruins that ignited the spark of curiosity within me, wondering about the pasts it holds and the stillness and feeling of peace it gives me as I sit in this cliff. Feeling somewhat a bit better, I place my things on top of the old bag I bring no matter where I go. There's always a better day for writing, I tell myself as a form of consolation, bringing my slim arms up to begin stretching. I've been sitting on this log for quite a long time now, after all.

"It seems like you are in a bit of a dilemma," a deep voice comments from behind me. Out of surprise, I lightly jump and turn my head towards the stranger. Right at that moment, it felt as if all the air circulating inside my body had been depleted. Captivating was an understatement as to how he appeared before me. With the sunlight striking his face and accenting his unique features further, he stood with his hands behind him, head tilted as he looked at me with interest, all while keeping his dignified posture.

"Oh, hello. I am afraid so, yes," I respond, or rather, mutter under my breath since I was not really used to having sudden encounters with other people, nor am I fond of it. I tend to keep to myself, finding it much more peaceful than having to tend to others' overbearing expectations and demands which is partly the reason why I chose to live in the outskirts, far from the center of Liyue that contrasts my comfortable abode, "I apologize. I failed to realize that somebody other than Vermeer liked to stay here," I told him, arching my eyebrows a little when he let out a breathy chuckle.

"Oh, you have no need for such formal apologies. I do not always go here, at least probably not as often as the man you call Vermeer. I was simply taking a walk and I think I got carried away by Liyue's view and eventually, my feet led me here," he explains, a hint of sheepishness present in his tone, "and I guess I'll have to thank my feet for that."

Because it led me to you, interesting one. For many years, it will remain unspoken, kept by the strange man to himself and unveiled once his heart gives up from the resistance he upholds.

For the following hours of lounging around Luhua Pool, I learned a lot about the stranger— he calls himself "Morax," and like the god of Liyue, he enjoyed history and is extremely knowledgeable about it, aspiring to know and understand everything of the world, he often brews tea, even going as far as inviting me once I am free from any form of work. Just as he shared facts about himself, I did too.

"So, Cheng, you said you have a bit of a dilemma?" he inquires, slightly angling his head towards the direction of the side I'm sitting on. I nod my head up and down, mouth forming into a small pout of disappointment as I remember that today has not been that progressive.

"Yes. I am trying to write a novel, you see. Something that will leave an impact on this world so that even if I may pass, I will still live on the memories of people," I tell him, an ambitious expression present on my face. He hums, eyes going over the terraces that make up the current view we have and the two huge statues standing by the ruins, "Why so?"

I pause for a moment to think of a reply, "I guess I just do not want to let someone alone in this cold world. Wouldn't that be too cruel and sad, to just leave them with nothing?"

If I'm able to write words that will provide comfort to my readers, then maybe... just maybe the world will be less lonely... even for just a little bit. At least, that's what I thought as silence consumed us, the sun setting as if to remind us that finally, another day is nearing its end. Now, what will tomorrow bring?

"Well then, I do hope I will be able to read at least some of your works at least once," he speaks as he stands up, lightly dusting away his clothes, "It certainly has been a pleasure to be your company, Cheng."

As he walks down the slope of the hill, his somewhat broad back facing me, I call out, "Will you be back?"

He stops and turns, a soft smile is plastered on his face as he responds, "Only time will tell."

But time was no friend of mine. At least that's what I have come to realize as many days passed without him returning to this place. Though maybe it's only because it almost felt as if time slowed down and I was only eager to see him again, something I have scolded myself to— what a fragile heart do I have to already seek a stranger's presence? That is what others call love at first sight, a devilish portion of my mind whispered cheekily within me and I gasped in disbelief, "Absolutely not," I lightly slap both of my cheeks, "I'm just too coped up in my own world. I probably need to go see more people."

That thought remains a simple yearning though because once again, I find myself lounging around the same spot in Luhua, a quiet hope ignited within me, fulfilled when I hear the familiar voice he adorns as he speaks, "You're here."

I release a sound that is between a giggle and a breathy chuckle, "And I see your feet had led you here once more?"

"They were curious, or should I say... I was," he explains as he takes a seat beside me, his posture remaining solid despite the uncomfortable position.

"Of what?" I ask.

"Of you," he simply replies, unaware of the sudden yet unsurprising effect it had on my heart that was already beating rapidly with just his mere presence. I try not to be so showy of it though, too embarrassed to even think of how fast I became fond of him.

But it was no wonder. After all, he himself was an interesting one; from the way he carries himself, the way he speaks, and the way he's just him... all and every action hold so much dignity that it just leaves me almost breathless and in awe every single time my eyes finds their way to his figure— and to think that this was just our second meeting? My mother would most probably let out the most shameless giggle as I tell her these thoughts, pushing me and teasing me like a normal person in their teens would. I shake my head to get out of these thoughts, listening to Morax as he tells another wonderful tale, almost making me think that he lived it himself with how he knew it, going over even with the smallest details.

"You know, Morax, you have such a good memory to remember all of those things despite simply hearing about it," I suddenly speak up in the midst of the silence that engulfed us while he tries to think of the next story to tell, "I hope I can stay in them too... in your memories, I mean. I know I am far from being the most interesting person but for some reason, I wish for that."

He pauses, eyes trailing slowly towards me, beyond my knowledge, before he lets out a somber smile. You already are, is another one of him that becomes an afterthought.

I heaved out a sigh before shaking my head again, "Ah! Why do I keep having such lonely thoughts? Forget about that. Please do not mind me, alright? I think I really need to stop being stuck in the mountains."

I pick up my small bag and shuffle inside it, letting out a quiet sound of 'aha!' as a sort of celebration when I successfully got a small book out, "Here."

He blinked his eyes in confusion, wondering what it was I handed to him so I spoke in delight, "You told me you wanted to read at least one of my works so, here. I am warning you though, it is not like the ones that sell best in the bookstores. It might bore you, or weird you out like what others say."

"What others say?"

"They say it's too unrealistic, too impossible... but I believe otherwise. We live in a world where gods and adepti watch over us. What makes my story impossible then?" I ponder, him still being confused.

"What is it about anyway?" He asks, having no idea of what the context my book had.

"It's about an archon who began living as a simple man in Liyue."

Our meetings became more frequent after that and eventually, we got comfortable with even just the presence of each other, having no need for long talks and such, but just peace. Today, like any other day, Morax was just reading the book I gave him, while I was thinking of what my next story would be about. Occasionally, he looks at me with an odd expression that is almost equivalent to astonishment, as if I have done something so great that it made him look at me that way.

"What made you think of this plot?" he asks all of a sudden, not forgetting to put a piece of paper that served as a bookmark on the page where he stopped just in case he accidentally closed it.

I hum, thinking about my answer to his question, "Hmm. Truth to be told, it was just a mere wonder for me. Archons and the adepti, although not entirely immortal, live so much longer than an average human does, watching over us as we go about our daily lives, waiting for sudden wars to break out and then fight the enemies that attack us. Growing up, those were the things that all the people around me told me. So I began to wonder, do they ever get tired? Is it not too taxing to keep on doing that? What if... they just lived with us, among the crowds? Because I think it is too lonely wherever they are. Would it not be better if they were with us, rather than above us, so they could at least have memories to live by?"

Morax does not give a response, or rather, he finds it difficult to find one. Still, it does not stop the affection that spreads within him. He does not say it out loud, but for someone who prefers to be alone, Cheng was full of empathy. And somehow, that did wonders to Morax's heart.

"Now that I think about it, I kind of actually want to address my books to them now," I hum once more, "It would be like a message for them: Do not be too lonely even if we pass. Because of your help, through these stories, we can show you that we lived a good life."

I huff as soon as I finish my sentence, "Although one of those who read it said that was impossible, because according to them, why would archons give up their power to live a life where there is only simplicity?"

Morax let out a sound that made it look as if he got offended himself, "Archons can do that, can they not?"

"I know! That was what I was saying to them. Anyway, I am not forcing them to like what I wrote. It's just a story, after all. It can do no harm," I shrug, beginning to fix my belongings as the sun began to set, "I should go now, Morax. It is still quite a long walk to my home."

"I want to live a good life too," he suddenly tells me, making me halt and turn to him in confusion, "With you. The good life and memories you shall tell in your stories, can I be part of them too?"

The universe does not stop for anyone, nor does time— science will consistently proclaim this fact matter what timeline we shall live in. No matter how much someone begs to the Celestia to grant their wish of controlling, or stopping time, no one will be able to do such things. But somehow, it seems like when it comes to him, everything is possible as I feel my world stop at his words, just like the way it also began when I met him. And as if planets were colliding with each other, I suddenly felt my heart crash upon him and as if out of instinct, I let go of the truth.

"Of course. It would be the greatest thing to have you."

Life was strange in its own way. That is what I have come to realize in this simple life of mine.

Despite the fact that the "me" of the previous year has never even thought about putting my whole being on my sleeve, it is pleasingly odd how right now, I find myself in this kind of situation with the man who swept me right under my feet and claimed my heart as his.

“You're cold," I whisper amidst the silence of the night in my abode, my index tracing the ears of the man who had me sitting right on his lap, the shorter strands of his silky hair tucked behind them. So, so alluring.

He takes hold of my wrist, planting a soft kiss on its side, all while maintaining eye contact as he quietly drawls, "Then I suppose you can keep me warm tonight. Will you?"

As if in a trance, I nod my head, letting him take the lead as he laid me down, back against the soft mattress, him following on top with his arms supporting his build. With arising confidence, I circle my arms around him and pull him down, bringing our lips together, a sigh of relief escaping both of our mouths as if to say, "Finally."

I wonder if he thinks the same way as I do— that this was Celestia in its own way. I felt like I could do anything as long as it was with him. The kiss felt like the power we once suppressed from each other became a supernova that changed our world's course all of a sudden. But despite the tension and heat we both emitted at the moment, there is a warmth that engulfs me the same time he fully wraps his arms around me.

I am here. I will always be here.

No noise disturbs the peace we have created, only the quiet sound of crickets reach our ears but even that fails to distract him from what he's doing. He gently tugs on the sash that keeps my coat tied. Nimble fingers explore the remains of my clothing, loosening all until I am set free from them.

His eyes raked over my body, an expression of awe plastered on his face for so long that it made me somewhat conscious. Because as he unravels his to me, I am enlightened by the fact that my figure is nothing worth comparing to his — not even close. A hint of sweat glints from his skin due to the moonlight, making him look even more ethereal. But who was I to complain?

So instead, I look down, fiddling a little with my fingers as I feel my cheeks heat up. How is it that I only realize now what kind of situation we are currently in? Before I further drown in such shameless thoughts, he lifts my head up by the chin, an amused look on his usually-gentle face, "Are you feeling shy, beloved?"

I meekly nodded, to which he lets out a soft laugh and whispers, "Don't be. You are the epitome of beauty itself. If you don't believe me, allow me to show you nothing but truth tonight, I swear under the moon and all these stars."

He dips down and captures my lips in a kiss once again with more passion, if it was still even possible.

"You are made for me, as I'm made for you," he proclaims as he thrusts inside me after minutes of preparation, soft pants and groans following his statements. I can only whimper in response, pain evident in my tone at first with my hands lightly clawing at his back. I pray to the heavens above that they don't leave awful marks after this.

He halts and utters an apology, thumb caressing the bone of my cheeks while he waits for me to adjust. He scans my face after a few seconds, relief flashing in his eyes when I nod for him to continue.

"I... b..." I try to speak out but the pleasure overwrites any sensical thought that goes through my mind. He slows down a little, looking over my face and smiles, urging me to talk.

"Stay with me, beloved. We still have all night," he tells me, encouraging me to voice what has been on my mind.

"I... I belong to you, always have and always will..." I manage to croak out, voice quite hoarse due to the sounds that I let out previously. Perhaps pleased with what I have proclaimed, he begins going even deeper and at the same moment, I begin falling deeper.

"Yes, yes, you do," he repeats like a mantra, his voice sounding more and more desperate to reach his high. I cry out with him, creating a harmony that even the best bards shall be ashamed.

It was a long night— the longest yet most beautiful night I have ever had in this simple life of mine. And in that moment, as we reach the stars together, I knew right there and then that this man is someone who will be etched in my heart for as long as I live, deep into its roots— for him, it shall beat and it shall love.

You, who are reading this, most probably have had enough of these teeth-rotting praises I kept on writing. But what can I do except to apologize? These words are the only ones that can flow out of my mind and mouth to show how magnificent it was to be loved by him.

Well, nothing significant really changed. He was still the same gentleman I met, if anything, more gentle. Just like in the beginning, he made my heart flutter every chance he gets, no matter how many years have already passed.

We built a dynasty together.

But maybe I should have known that ours were also bound to crumble like the ones that have long existed even way before us.

Days, months and years went on, I realized that he was actually the opposite of me— unlike me who was clearly not parallel with time, he held it right on the palms of his hand. I was not blind, nor was I a fool, I can clearly see how he looks like he has not aged a day, all while I was here, maturing more and more each second that passed by, the amount of signs of me aging increasing significantly.

Morax. Knowledgeable of history as if he lived it himself. Time. All these thoughts eventually congest my mind as realization dawns upon me. He was not merely a man named after the god himself— Morax was him, he was Morax.

"How appalling," I mutter with a hint of sadness and dismay in my tone. I stood in front of the mirror, fingers hovering over my face, wrinkles appearing as I scrunch it. A pair of firm arms snake its way around my lean waist, chin resting on one of my shoulders as he hums his words, "What has got your beautiful mind occupied, my beloved?"

Taking hold of his arms, I turn my body around to face him, a somewhat melancholic smile etched on my face as I look up at his much taller frame, "You are a sight to behold, even to this day." He arches one eyebrow out of amusement and curiosity, wondering why I suddenly started pouring him compliments. After all, my shyness prevents me from consistently doing so. Nonetheless, I continue speaking, "I wish... I could be with you even when everything changes into a whole new world."

I lifted a hand up to cup his cheeks and began rubbing it lovingly, a lone tear finally dropping from my eye as soon as I closed it, "but I cannot, I do not have the ability to do so... I am but a mere mortal, after all."

His eyes widen as he finally discerns my actions and concerns, immediately opening his mouth in hopes of consoling me but I beat him into speaking, "It's alright, Morax. I have been putting the pieces together for a while now. I am in no way angry. I just..." I pause, gulping hard before my lips start to quiver, "... I cannot imagine how lonely it must have been. And now... I think about it and I... I do not want to leave you alone again."

My cries eventually start becoming louder, something that is very new to the both of us, seeing as I have always been composed. Love can change a person into a whole new being. I remember a book I have read once and at the moment, I can only agree. Maybe it was the way my heart clenches at the mere thought of him walking alone, or the way I can imagine us taking our last breaths together yet I know that will never happen— but either way, it was painful.

He whispers sweet nothings to my ears, placing light kisses on my temple as he leads us to the bedroom to rest once my tears have finally ceased and I have calmed down. His hold on me gets tighter every time I let out a small hiccup due to crying, almost as if he was telling me that he was feeling the same pain as I was.

Hours pass by as we lay in silence. My tears have long dried up but we remain coped up in each other's arms.

"Would it not be interesting if you bear the name Zhongli?" I ask him in a somewhat croaky voice.

He peers down and tilts his head, "Now where did that thought come from?"

I shrug, or at least try to, and look up at the ceiling as we shift our positions to lay on our back, hands finding one another and intertwining, "Hmm... nowhere. Just a name I wanted to give you in case that you are needing a new one."

"Oh? How come it would be interesting then?"

I look at him with a comforting yet sad smile.

"Because it means it's time to leave, to go somewhere far away... and unfortunately, I will have to leave soon."

He furrowed his eyebrows together, "Do not say that. Who knows? Maybe you will be able to live a hundred years by my side. Besides, I think it sounds lonely. I do not think I would want to get reminded of the fact that you are not here with me."

I hum, "But if you bear the name I gave you, wouldn't it feel like I never went away? That no matter where your feet take you, no matter how far you go, I am and will always be with you, just as I have vowed."

The wooden door leading to my writing room slowly slides open and Morax's head peers in, an adorable smile plastered on his face, "You have been quite busy these days, beloved. I do not wish to disturb you but I am starting to long for your presence."

I let out a shameless giggle, "Alright, alright. Just let me write down a few more words while I still have ideas to input."

He peeks on the parchment paper out of curiosity, taken aback when he finds his name on it, "You are writing about us?"

I nod proudly, "My last piece."

"... But why?"

I smile and approach him, taking his hand and placing my forehead against his after he lowers his head down to my level, "I told you, did I not? I do not wish to leave the person I love with nothing. So that you will not be lonely, my words will be with you. I will be with you, always..."

"... and to tell the gods... to tell you, that I loved every second of my life with you— that it was, indeed, a good life."

"Who are you, young man? Are you my son?" I speak with a very hoarse voice, squinting my eyes at the figure in front of me, as if my poor vision will allow me to do that.

I hear a melancholic yet gentle sigh come from him before he takes my rough hands and looks afar, "Don't mind me. I'm just someone who vowed to be with you for as long as time lets us."

"Oh.... really? That’s quite endearing," I hum, "Well, may I know your name?"

"This… I think I may just have an idea to whom this book is for," Paimon trails off, looking over at the traveler who was in the same trance as her, "Paimon thinks we should let the strange person we saw a while ago give this directly to Zhongli!"

Lumine nods, turning around and starting to run towards the direction they were at previously, recalling the person named Cheng who gave them the novel they just finished reading. They were unique, dressed in layers of robes and it was almost as if they lived in the old times of Liyue. Even the way they talked and moved screamed ancient.

Just as they turned the corner, a woman near the Liuli Pavilion called them over, "Traveler! Here!" As they approach, Lumine cranes her neck to look around the area but to no avail, the strange person was long gone.

"Are you two alright?" the woman asks, much to their confusion, "I saw you talking to literal air awhile ago and I was worried you have eaten something strange."

The pair looks at each other in surprise before Paimon replies, "You didn't see anyone? Like a person dressed in the strangest attire? They dressed really anciently!"

The door of the Liuli Pavilion opens and there goes Zhongli, a calm expression morphing to an awkward one when he realizes he barged into an ongoing conversation. He apologizes for the disturbance and despite the curiosity he had upon overhearing bits of Paimon's statements, he starts his walk back to Wangsheng Funeral Parlor. At least not until he hears Paimon call his name, "Zhongli! Wait! A person named Cheng. Do you know them?"

He abruptly stops and turns to the two, eyes wide for a second before it returns to his usual demeanor, "How... how do you know of them?"

"We met them," Paimon says, as if it was the simplest thing to do, "Well, honestly, we don't know because we were apparently speaking to nothing but air! It's so odd!"

He stays still, honestly having no idea of what response he should give them because he himself found it hard to believe.

"Well anyway, they asked us to give you this nov— wait, where is it? It was just in your hands a while ago, Traveler!"

In the midst of the loud chaos made by the two in the middle of Liyue, he thinks he knows what to do and where to go now.

It was the day of the Rite of Parting, an event where he's supposed to be taking part of, even just a part of the audience. But he finds himself hanging around the Wanwen Bookhouse, eyes scanning the shelves until it stops at a familiar name engraved on the cover of a book.

"Oh! Greetings, Mr. Zhongli! I see you took a liking to a very great and romantic novel," Jifang comments as she sees the book in his hands.

He looks at her, "Is it really great?"

She gasps in delight, "Yes, indeed! Almost all of the Liyue folks have enjoyed this story! You can say it is a classic, especially for readers! Cheng definitely outdid themselves with this one! Such a mysterious person yet equally amazing. Imagine? Being able to make such a beautiful love story with Morax? They don’t mention the present name they gave Morax though, such a shame. Maybe it was due to old age, they wrote it until the last moments of their life after all. Anyway, I have to get back to work but enjoy reading that masterpiece!"

He feels his heart swell in pride upon knowing his lover had his wish come true. His nimble fingers carefully open the pages of the book and hours later, as he sat inside the Funeral Parlor after taking the novel home, he finds himself absorbing each and every word Cheng have written, the loneliness sitting idly inside him subsiding little by little.

I found solace in the countless cups of tea you brew whenever I encounter distress with my works, the endless stories you tell with a smile so beautiful that not even the most heavenly scenery can vanquish, but most of them all, the feeling of your hand intertwining with mine, providing me with serenity no one else has ever done before. Under the moonlit night of Liyue, I remember your wistful amber eyes, staring deep into my soul as you proclaim your love and desire for me. How foolish was it of me to think that I could live this life without even experiencing such warmth and intimacy?

It is a banality, really — how I wish to become a well-known writer with unique tales and yet the story I am telling is something so common to folks that they have most probably heard similar ones before. But I guess this is what it means to love and to be loved. Everything is like a cycle that just keeps on being repeated, yet we never get tired of it, of the feelings it brings. So, thank you, Morax. Words will never be sufficient to show how grateful I am to you for showing me a whole new world but I suppose this is still a way for me to give back to you.

With this little book of mine, I hope my heart reaches yours regardless of how many eras may have passed before and after us. So, my beloved, do not be too lonely without me. Even if you find yourself longing for my presence, just open this and my heart shall be with you.

This belongs to you, it always will.

And I do, as well.

#genshin impact #zhongli #genshin x oc #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #zhongli x oc #zhongli x reader #genshin headcanons #zhongli headcanons #genshin scenarios #genshin fic #genshin fluff #genshin smut #zhongli smut #zhongli imagines

[romirola]

From the sensory prompts, 'blowing a raspberry against someone’s skin', Huxley and Freelancer? 😚♥️

My first request and my first time writing Freelancer and Huxley! Thank you so much, friend!! Hope you enjoy! I'm putting my answer under a cut because even though it's SFW, there's still a bit more suggestion than I had anticipated based on your prompt and I always like to be safe!

Rating: T, Huxley/Freelancer, WC: ~500, "blowing a raspberry against someone’s skin"

It's light, at first. Like the featherlight touch of a dandelion that's already turned fuzzy brushing along their skin in the wind. It's constant, too. Like the buzzing of a bee that lazily hums around a patch of Black-Eyed-Susans before settling itself between the cozy petals.

Their tight muscles unfurl a bit, like a slow wave of relaxation rippling from the center of their body outward. Ribs gently slack. Shoulders ease away from their ears. Heavy hips tilt down. Thighs and calves melt into the thin blanket they laid upon. Biceps and forearms soften away from bone, just barely keeping the dullest grip around his body. They even let their head tip backwards, pushing their chest out further to press it against Huxley’s pursed lips. Their skin tingles at the rhythmic vibrations he sends along their collarbone.

“Hmm,” Freelancer groans, squinting against the glare of the bright sun.

They are out in the middle of nowhere, after a long hike with Huxley. He promised them beautiful scenery and a chill picnic. The earth-elemental delivered those promises, to be sure. But he hadn’t said a thing about laying with them in a serene spot he no doubt found on one of his many solo hikes. He hadn’t said anything about holding them close in his strong arms. He hadn’t even mentioned that he’d spend the last five minutes (or maybe five hours? Who could tell by now? They’d lost all track of time of time ages ago, nor did they have the wherewithal to care) blowing little raspberry kisses up and down their stomach and spine.

Then again, maybe Huxley hadn’t said anything because he hadn’t planned on spending the afternoon with them cuddling into his large frame, not that he was complaining. Sometimes, having no game plan was the best game plan. That was how he navigated all facets of life. That was how he had thought of suggesting the hike in the first place. He’d spontaneously walk for hours sometimes, to clear his head after a rough game or a difficult class. No matter where he ended up, it was a special sojourn to him, seeking a peaceful kind of solitude, just the sounds of wind rustling through leaves and birds that you never seem to spot chirping away as they hop from branch to branch above your head.

Being here with him now like this makes it all the more special to them because they know he chooses to share the space with them. And they are so grateful.

A low rumble, halfway between a chuckle and a moan, ekes out of Huxley. He pulls his lips off of their body, the noise practically ricocheting off of their collarbone and bouncing between their bodies, like a private echo that was audible only to the two of them. “How’s that?” Huxley asks. “Are you good?”

Unlike others, he waits for their answer.

Freelancer finally finds a way to shape their mouth into the words that give voice to the feelings rising within them. “‘S good. Really good.” They splay their fingers out like roots growing into different directions, all steadily staking their claim as they seal their palm onto the small of his back.

“Good, good,” Huxley answers, a slight pant in his tone. “Then hang on, Freelancer. ‘Cause raspberries are in season and there’s a damn bumper crop.” It’s cheesy, he knows, but with them, he feels safe enough to say all the cheesy thoughts they put in his head.

His lips return to their throat column.

Their lips curl into a smile as they arch up into the gentle sensations he creates along their body.

#redacted asmr #redacted fanfic #redacted freelancer #a little bit suggestive #redacted huxley #sensory prompts #Requests are still open!

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Maybe, if you have any extra time, would you consider doing a continuation of the good villain rehab center prompt??? 🥺

🥺 I loved writing that one. Here you go! Just as a heads up, I’m going to start making prompt fills like this a little shorter, just because they’re starting to pile up a little. I wanna make sure I can answer all of them!

Thank you so much for the request!! Continued from here. This one is fluffy but also just a little sad.

CW//Hospital setting, pill mention, nausea mention, low self esteem

Visiting hours were from one to four.

That was the first thing Villain learned about the Supervillain Memorial Villainous Recovery Center, or, as it was far more commonly known, for the sake of brevity, the RC. That visiting hours were from one to four.

They could not help but hear the fact, echoing in their mind, as they glanced to the clock. Half after noon.

Half an hour.

Lunch was served at noon sharp-- they had learned that, too. Villain glanced down at the plate, sitting on the desk before them. It had been picked clean, to the point of nigh-spotlessness, leaving behind only the smeared residue of sauces and spices.

Two days. Three, they supposed, now, since the clock’s hands had already passed well into the afternoon. Three days, spent at the RC.

72 hours. Not counting the time they’d spent without their consciousness intact.

They sighed, placing down their fork-- a real, metal fork-- and listening to its soft clatter against the porcelain dishware.

Visiting hours were from one to four. Meaning that, in half an hour, Hero would be there. They’d grown familiar with, though not particularly fond of, the knock on their door-- the age-old call: “Villain, you have a visitor.”

Lunchtime had quickly become their least favorite time of day.

Things were peaceful before food was served. They woke up when wakefulness stirred them, spurred by no alarm, human or otherwise. The room was... comfortable. Light coaxed its way between the shades of their closed blind, leaving sunspots on the wood-paneled floor.

Though they awoke alone, when they emerged from bed, it was never long before someone came to see them. Doctor, it had been so far. A face they had learned to find kind and welcoming, even if their movements still made them uneasy.

Every day, the doctor would coax a light knocking upon their door, greeting them with a soft call of ‘good morning.’ They would ask how they had slept, how they were doing.

It was always the less practical questions that came before those of a medical nature. ‘Have you been feeling well?’ ‘Is there anything you need?’ ‘Would you like some tea?’

Then came the medical questionnaire-- a short affair of simple ‘yes’s’ and ‘no’s.’ Yes, their head still hurt. No, they weren’t having any trouble breathing. Yes, they were drinking their water. And their pills. Based upon the doctor’s warm, content smile, Villain’s recovery was going well, though they never mentioned the way that the taste of smoke refused to remove itself from the back of their tongue.

And, finally, the apologies.

To Doctor, Villain’s living conditions must have seemed to be torturous, considering the way they spoke of them.

“I’m so sorry you have to stay in here. Your doctors want a clean bill of health before you move to the main wing. It’s flu season, they say. Something like that could land you in the hospital while your lungs are still weak.”

“Are you sure you’re okay? Maybe you could come visit with the nurses for a while... Oh, you must be so lonely. Are you sure there’s no one you want to call?”

“You aren’t getting bored, are you? The library is just down the street, are there any books you want? There’s a TV in the employee lounge...”

Yet, despite their countless worries, each and every one went unfounded. Villain’s room was a cell, yes. The door was locked. The window was bolted shut. They were a prisoner, and they knew that.

But, inexplicably, they were happy. On the first day, they had gone so far as to wonder if their food had been tampered with. They’d soon found otherwise, however. There was a far less sinister explanation.

They were simply happy. Perhaps not euphoric. Not overjoyed. But... content.

The time they spent in their cell was serene. Staring out over the window, watching the ocean play, the flowers in the botanical garden flash their extravagant petals. On the second day, when their fatigue had receded, they had obliged one of the doctor’s many offers. A book from the library.

Later that day, a chatty intern had brought in five, jabbering about how they didn’t know how fast of a reader Villain was.

So far, they’d only gotten through one, flipping leisurely through its pages. There was something nearly overwhelming about the experience. Letting the words flow to their mind as waves whorled in the ocean outdoors.

Prisoner or not, they were happy. They enjoyed their cell. There was room to roam, room to breathe. They couldn’t remember the last time they had been able to simply pause. To let every part of them relax.

And, during most of the day, they did relax.

Except during visiting hours. One to four.

Villain’s gaze glanced to the clock. 12:45.

Three days they’d been in the RC. Three days Hero would visit. Even if the hour had no struck yet, there was no doubt in their mind that the hero would be there, right on time, smiling and bringing gifts. The first day, it had been cookies. The second, a handful of candies. Today, they’d promised a brownie.

Villain never ate the food. It went right in the trash, every piece of it. It wasn’t an act of spite, not an act of distrust. But an act of nausea. When Hero left after their visits, they had no desire to eat.

Hero was... nice. That was undeniable. They entered with a grin and left with one, even as it fluttered throughout their meeting. Never had they uttered to Villain an insulting word, an aggressive tone. That was exactly the problem.

Why?

Why hadn’t they harmed them?

By name alone, the RC would have made any villain keep far from its walls. A recovery center was certainly a misnomer, a joke at those inside. Those being held captive, broken down and shattered into fiberglass particles of themself.

Because the heroes were evil. They were in the wrong. Regardless of what they said, regardless of what the public thought, it was the villains who were fighting the good fight. Any facility they had control over was certainly a torture chamber, intent on inflicting nothing but suffering on those inside.

Not bringing them tea and library books.

During visiting hours, from one to four, Villain would hardly speak. They allowed Hero to do that for them-- even as they asked them questions, requested their input, nudged them for anecdotes. There were no words that villain could say that would sound right.

So, they listened. Listened to the hero’s stories, how their day had gone, what stupid think their drunk teammates had done last weekend. Yet, they never strayed to topics of villainy. Never to topics of work. When such things would come up, they were brushed over with professional efficiency. ‘Then we fought downtown, but you’ll never guess how Teammate managed to set off the fire alarm.’

Because they didn’t care. Hero didn’t care.

They didn’t care that they were speaking to a villain. One who had caused untold harm, unending, ceaseless, meaningless destruction. Every time they prompted Villain to speak, they struggled to open their mouth. To let a stream of apologies spill forth, greater than the ocean outside their window.

But, not a single word would emerge. Because it wouldn’t be enough.

In the Supervillain Memorial Villainous Recovery Center, Villain was recovering. That was the problem.

They didn’t deserve it.

#villain whumpee #hero caretaker #doctor caretaker #ask #whumpblr #whump community #hero villain whump #fluff

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FISH ARE FRIENDS — KTH (M.)

synopsis. after moving to the seaside, there is a dreadful storm. when all is clear, a man washes up on shore...only he isn’t quite human.

pairing. taehyung/reader genre. angst, smut, fluff au. hybrid!au wordcount. 10,605 contents. seahorse hybrid!taehyung, possessiveness, mating kink, lots of kissing, fingering, size kink, taes big dick as usual, cunnilingus, slight pain kink, multiple orgasms, squirting, overstimulation, blow job, UNEDITED note. this is the result of the fic title game i’ve been playing! thank you to whoever sent in the title ‘fish are friends’

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You sighed as you dropped the last cardboard box onto the floor with a muffled thud. Placing your hands on your hips, you let out a few deep breaths to allow yourself to relax after moving everything on your own. Looking around, you felt a sense of dread flow through you at the reminder of having to unpack everything as well.

You left your door open, letting the sound of seagulls and ocean waves waft in along with the tangible scent of seasalt. Inhaling, you allowed a smile to drift over your face.

You couldn’t believe that you had actually left the city, after living in it all your life. You felt so light and free, unable to keep the giddy feeling down as you began to unpack the essential things -- your bedding, bathroom sundries, and kitchen utensils so you could eat. Although, as you stood in your sparsely decorated kitchen, you realized you didn’t actually have any food to eat at all. Tossing your head back, you let out a low groan. The sun was already beginning to set so you quickly grabbed your purse and keys, intending to rush to the grocery store before it closed for something to get you through the night and morning.

The town was pretty small, a main grocery store and a few other shops located on a strip. It was the kind of place where everybody knew everyone and when you stepped out of the car, you could feel the eyes on you as people assessed the newcomer. Throwing a few polite smiles, you ducked into the grocery store.

“Welcome!” the nearest cashier waved, a smile on his delicate face.

“Hi,” you greeted softly with a nod as you glanced up at the aisle signs above your head.

Grabbing a basket, you first went to the cereal aisle -- breakfast foods were always your main source of snacking. Going over a mental list in your head, you decided cereal, milk, ramen, break and some lunch meats would suffice until you could do some genuine food shopping.

“Did you find everything okay?” the young man asked as you approached the counter.

“I did, thank you,” you smiled, glancing at his nametag. Jungkook.

“Hey!” someone called from behind you, making you look over your shoulder, “You just moved here right?”

“Um...yeah,” you smiled, holding your hand out, “I’m _____.”

“Jimin!” he beamed, “And that’s Jungkook, a buddy of mine. Everyone here is kind of...friends, you know?”

You nodded, “Yeah, small towns.”

“Your total is $32.50,” Jungkook said, “Hey Jimin.”

You pulled out your wallet to fish your card from the slot before placing it into the chip reader. The two of them chatted a bit about something you weren’t interested in listening to as you put your pin in. The machine dinged with your card approval and Jungkook handed your receipt to you.

“Hey, hang on a minute!” Jimin called before you could walk off.

Turning, you watched him urge Jungkook to scan his item quickly -- a gallon of milk. He paid in cash and quickly rushed after you, taking one of the extra bags from your hands.

“Thanks,” you smiled, leading him towards your car.

“So, where did you move to?” he asked, “I live around the corner from here.”

“Oh, I live over on Pearl Ave,” you said, opening your trunk to place your items in.

“Cool, right on the shore, huh?” he smiled, “Where are you from?”

“I lived in Sunhua,” you replied, “Born and raised.”

“What the hell’d you leave a city for?” he chuckled, slamming your trunk shut for you.

You shrugged, “I finished college so...I just figured a change in scenery would do me good.”

“Really? What’s your major?” he asked, leaning back against your car.

“Hybrid Studies,” you smiled.

He opened his mouth to reply but there was a low rumble from the sky.

The both of you looked up, simultaneously realizing it had gotten much darker with the arrival of storm clouds.

“Shit, I better get home,” he sighed, “Hoseok absolutely hates thunder and if I don’t get home I won’t hear the end of it for 3 months.”

You laughed, waving him goodbye, “It was nice meeting you, Jimin!”

“Ditto!” he grinned, tossing a smile over his shoulder as he began to jog down the sidewalk, milk jug in hand.

By the time you pulled into your driveway, it was beginning to sprinkle. You hurried inside with your belongings -- putting the milk and meat in the refrigerator. Outside, the thunder rumbled a bit louder, signaling the storm getting closer.

Unfortunately, no one had gotten around to hooking up your TV cable or internet so all you had was to sit on your phone until it was a reasonable time to get ready for bed. When you got out of the shower, you could hear the roof being pelted by the downpour of rain. After putting your bedding on, you stopped by the double doors of your bedroom that led to a small balcony. Pulling one open with a small creak, you were greeted with a view of the ocean in the midst of the storm.

The waves crashed angrily against the shore, the sound of the water amplified due to the force of the impact. The sky was pitch blank, the moon and stars obscured by the storm clouds. The only outside light you got with the flashes of lightning that came from within the clouds.

After a particularly loud crack of thunder startled you, you decided to slip back inside, making sure to lock the door in case the wind could throw it open in the night.

When you woke up, it wasn’t to beautiful sunshine. Gray clouds still hung over the sky, pelting the Earth in a light rain drizzle. You sighed and sat up, stretching your muscles.

When you got downstairs, you suddenly realized you never pulled your coffee maker from its box. So, you had to sit there and search through your boxes until you found the one labeled as containing your appliance.

You grumbled listlessly to yourself as you hooked it up and filled the reservoir with water. As you listened to the coffee drip into the carafe, you fixed yourself a bowl of cereal. It was quiet except for the rain and coffee drip.

In the city, the silence would have been filled with the honking of horns and shouts of people on the street which would eventually drive you mad. But here, now, it was peaceful and serene.

By the time you finished your cereal, the coffee was ready and you xoed yourself a cup before making your way to the door, pushing it open before closing it with just the screen door to allow the air to drift through your house.

Taking a seat on the little chair you’d placed in the corner with a small glass table, you relaxed. You took a couple sips of coffee before looking out across the beach, squinting against the rain.

However, you paused when you saw a dark form across the shore. The angry waves crashed against it, pushing it across the sand.

Standing up, you hopped down the stairs and into the rain, uncaring of how cold it was against your skin. Looking around, you didn’t see anyone else standing outside.

The waves crashed forward again and the thing on the shore rolled, making you gasp. It was definitely human.

Running forward, you winced at how sharp the rain felt against your skin. The sand was coarse beneath your feet but you didn’t take notice of it.

Coming to a stop, you knelt beside the person; a man.

Well, sort of.

“What the…” you whispered, taking a good look at him.

He was completely naked, thankfully face down in the sand. He had a small fin on the center of his back, lying limply as it stuck to his skin. On the exterior length of his arms and legs he had little spines that protruded from his skin. Rolling him over, you avoided looking down as you assessed him for any injury.

Cupping his face, you hissed at how cold his skin was. Moving his bangs aside revealed a small cut across his forehead that was still steadily seeping blood. Leaning down, you pressed your ear to his chest, quickly detecting a heartbeat.

Sighing in relief, you desperately looked around in hopes of finding something to help you. The rain was beginning to come down harder and thunder rumbled above, making you curse. You were already thoroughly soaked from the waves crashing against you. They only began to get more violent, however, easily knocking you down and jostling his limp body.

“Sorry about this,” you whispered to the unconscious hybrid as you slid your hands under his armpits to haul him up the beach towards your house.

By the time you reached the shelter of your patio, it was a full on downpour once again. The hybrid was still limp, deadweight.

You didn’t care about your carpet getting wet as you laid him down, rushing to your bathroom closet to fetch a couple towels. When you returned, you set to drying him off, frowning as you watched goosebumps rise over his skin from the chill he no doubt felt.

You pulled a throw blanket you had on the back of the couch down to toss over him.

The next thing you needed to do was tend to that wound on his head. You knew you had a first aid kit around, it took some rifling through boxes to locate it.

The poor hybrid was still out cold and you were beginning to worry about how much damage had really been done beyond a cut. You’d have to see if the town had a hybrid doctor located somewhere.

You set to cleaning the wound, getting the sand and debri out of it before applying ointment to promote healing. Since it was across his head, a bandaid wouldn’t work so you settled for some gauze and a bandage wrapped around his head to keep it in place.

Sighing, you sat back, resting against the wall as you stared down at him.

A marine hybrid. You couldn’t believe you had a marine hybrid in your house.

They were the rarest species of hybrid -- virtually impossible to find although they were being seen as pets as time passed. Illegal hunting and capturing as people grew increasingly interested in owning an ‘exotic’, ‘rare’ hybrid.

Just having him in your home was a crime and you prayed that none of your neighbors were nosy and watched you drag a body into your house.

The best you could guess was that he was a seahorse hybrid judging by the little horns in his hair and the little fins on his temples that were otherwise obscured by his hair.

You stood up, wincing as your knees cracked from sitting on the floor for too long. Walking quietly, you grabbed your phone and looked up a hybrid doctor nearby.

Much to your dismay, the town did not have one and the nearest was over an hour away. Sighing, you stepped back out onto the porch to grab your coffee cup.

You kept peeking around the wall to check if the hybrid was still there as you fixed yourself another cup.

It was just a little past noon by now and you were already exhausted. Taking a seat on the couch, you began to google information about seahorse hybrid. Your major was Hybrid Studies but unfortunately you’d focused on ecological side of domesticated hybrids. You knew virtually nothing about marine hybrids beyond being able to identify them.

As expected, there was very little resources available on seahorse hybrids. All you could find was that they were fragile species and exceptionally terrible swimmers but still preferred to be near water although they survived just fine outside it. There were 45 subspecies of seahorse, though you had no idea what one the stranger would be.

It continued to rain as the hours passed and eventually you succumbed to boredom and fell asleep.

You were awoken by soft groans, however, shortly after you dozed off. Glancing over, you gasped as you watched the hybrid squirm where he laid, slowly waking up. You dove to the floor, sitting on your knees as you watched his eyes flutter open.

Deep brown irises locked with yours. He inhaled sharply and sat up so fast you fell backwards onto your butt to avoid being hit by him.

“Whoa, hey,” you whispered as he groaned and clutched his head, no doubt hurting himself from moving like that, “You got hurt, washed up on shore.”

He looked at you with a frown on his face, his brows furrowed together as he looked around. He eyed the boxes and the couch, leaning to the side to peer into the doorway of the kitchen before his eyes drifted to the window where rain tapped against the pane.

“This is my house,” you muttered, drawing his attention back to you, “My name is _____,” he didn’t reply but he slowly laid back down and relaxed, “I know the floor isn’t too comfortable, you can move to the couch if you’d like. You were too heavy for me to lift up there on my own.”

He just stared at you, those deep brown eyes fixated on every inch of you. He scanned your face and the length of your body down to your feet, making you feel a bit self-conscious being analyzed. For a moment, you were sure he couldn’t even understand you -- it wasn’t unheard of for hybrids without human contact being unable to understand languages.

But after a second, he stood up, making you avert your eyes as you were reminded of how naked he was. You grabbed the blanket and waited for him to lay down on the couch before placing it over him.

He picked at the material for a second, feeling the texture between his fingers before looking at you, “You were getting a chill so I thought it’d be best you were warm while you were out. I’ll get you a pillow, hang on.”

You could feel his eyes on you as you hurried down the hall to your bedroom. You grabbed a pillow from your bed before running back. He was sitting up when you walked in, gazing out the window but looked at you when he realized you’d returned.

Placing the pillow behind him, you urged him to lie back. He did, a look of utter confusion before quickly smiling when he felt the softness of the pillow behind him. You chuckled and took a seat on the recliner across the coffee table from him.

After a few minutes, he fell back asleep, his bare chest rising and falling rhythmically. He understood you at least, but he didn’t speak. You weren’t sure if he was mute or just didn’t know how to. Standing up, you went to the kitchen to make yourself something to eat.

Humming to yourself, you filled a pot with water intending to make ramen. Spinning on your heel to go to one of the boxes tucked into the kitchen’s corner, you stumbled and gasped. He was standing in the doorway, the blanket wrapped around his shoulders thankfully shielding his nakedness.

“You scared me,” you groaned, continuing to the box.

You knelt down, tugging at the tape to open it but quickly realizing how well wrapped it was. Standing up, you scanned the kitchen to look for your scissors before remembering they were packed away somewhere too.

“Oh man!” you complained, knowing you didn’t have any sharp knives out either.

Wandering into the living room, you zeroed in on the first aid kit you’d left out. Popping it open, you grabbed the little scissors which were inside that you used to cut the bandage. When you entered the kitchen, however, you were surprised to see the hybrid crouched down with the box you were fighting with already open.

“Did you open that for me?” you asked him, watching as he stood up and nodded, “Thank you.”

He gave you a crooked smile and stepped back to let you fish through the box until you pulled out the container you’d put your spices in. Giggling happily to yourself, you returned to your ramen.

The hybrid stayed in the kitchen the entire time, watching you flit about as you cooked until you finally went back to the living room. He followed you, taking a seat on the couch again, simply watching you.

“So…” you mumbled to break up the silence, “Can you not speak or…?” he didn’t reply, making you hum before bringing you bowl closer to take a bite of the ramen you’d cooked. His burning gaze made you pause though, a thought occurring to you, “Are you hungry?”

Immediately he nodded, making you sigh. You had no idea what he ate or what he could eat. He seemed to sense your dilemma and smiled, standing up. Immediately, you averted your eyes, unsure how you’d get used to his nudity.

That made you pause. He was a wild hybrid, the only reason he was there was because he was injured in the storm. Once it cleared up and his head healed, he’d be gone so you didn’t really need to get used to it.

Lost in your thoughts, you missed him moving towards you until his hand wrapped around your wrist.

Surprised, your eyes snapped to his hand -- how big it was and how long and pretty his fingers were. You allowed him to control your movements as he moved your fork to his mouth to take a bite of the ramen you’d made.

He hummed, his eyes closing as he chewed. It was the first sound he’d made -- so he was capable of making sounds at the very least.

“You can just eat human food?” you asked, watching as he nodded, “Do you want me to make you some?”

He nodded and you paused. By the time you cooked his, your would be cold. Standing up, you placed your bowl in his hands, making him frown. He attempted to hand it back to you, apparently not wanting you to give up your food for him. But you shook your head and moved to the kitchen with him hot on your heels.

He whined, making you pause, looking over your shoulder. To your surprise he looked genuinely distressed.

“It’ll get cold while I’m cooking,” you shrugged, “So you eat it while it’s hot and then I’ll eat this one. Get it?”

He was still for a second, gazing down at the ramen before slowly nodding. You chuckled and turn your back to him again to fill the pot with water.

Behind you, the hybrid slowly ate standing in the kitchen with you. By the time you finished cooking, he was finished and standing with his empty bowl.

“Just put it in the sink,” you said, breezing by him to sit on the chair again.

You could hear him clinking around for a second, the water in the sink turning on for a second before shutting off. He walked into the living room, holding his hands in front of him as he walked up to you.

Taking a bite, you watched him hold his hands out to you. Raising a brow, you stared at him. You realized his hands were wet and he moved them closer to you. When you still didn’t understand, he sighed, shaking his head. As you went to take another bite of your ramen, he flicked his fingers and splashed the water all over your face, making you flinch.

“Hey!” you whined, “What’s the big idea? It’s just water I don’t under…” you blinked a few times as your mouth opened in a small ‘O’, “Ohhhhh…” he perked up slightly, “Are you wanting...water then? To drink? Or…?”

He bit his lip and shook his head. You were already tired of trying to communicate with him -- at least he understood you though, you suppose.

“A shower maybe?” you asked, making him cock his head, “Let me finish eating and I’ll show you, okay?”

He nodded and took a seat, waiting ever patiently for you as you ate. When you went to put your bowl in the sink as he had, he followed you. You quickly realized you were now used to seeing him naked -- thank god.

When you turned the water on to rinse out your bowl, he immediately stuck his hand under the water. You laughed, and shook your head. He was actually really cute.

“Alright, c’mon,” you led him down the hall and into the bathroom, flicking the light on quickly. When you sat down on the edge of the tub to drop the bath drain, the bathroom went dark. Turning to look towards the door, you watched as he flicked it back on, watching the light bulb in wonder.

His attention was brought back to you, however, when you turned the water on. Excitedly, he took a seat beside you, watching the water begin to feel. You weren’t quite sure what temperature to make it so you chose lukewarm. Before it was even halfway filled, he was sliding into the tub with a smile on his face.

“I’ll let you be alone,” you said, making him look at you, “Just turn the handle this way to turn it off,” you showed him, “Stop the water before it overfills the tub, though, okay? Do you understand?”

He nodded and you stood there for a second before nodding and turning away from him. You decided to leave the door open, figuring he would prefer to not be closed up in a small room. It wasn’t like he cared of privacy or decency anyway.

While he soaked, you decided to wash the dishes you’d used to cook. It was beginning to get dark now and the rain had stopped for the meantime, the storm no doubt finally moving out. After putting the dishes away, you moved to unpack the box Taehyung had opened for you, placing everything neatly where it needed to be.

Realizing, when you were done, that he still wasn’t out of the bathroom led you to peeking in to check on him. You couldn’t help but smile when you saw him in there sleeping. For a second you were concerned that he could drown before reminding yourself that he was literally a fish hybrid who came from the ocean.

Deciding not to disturb him, you went back to the couch.

You didn’t realize you’d dozed off until you felt someone gently shaking you shoulder. Opening your eyes, you jumped at the sight of the naked hybrid.

“Oh, you’re out,” you hummed, standing up to allow him to sit, “I should probably change your bandage.”

He hummed, sitting back as he watched you pull the materials from the first aid kit before taking a seat on the edge of the table.

Reaching forward, you carefully unraveled the bandage until it fell away before peeling the gauze off. The cut was red, no doubt probably stung with a bruise growing around it. But it wasn’t bleeding at least, so you cleaned it once more before doing exactly what you had before.

While he was awake, he moved a bit more to avoid the little fins on his temples from being jostled. You whispered a soft apology when he winced at the bandage catching the corner of his fin. He shrugged his shoulders and smiled to let you know it was okay.

“Okay, all done,” you smiled, standing back up, “It’s pretty late so I’m going to head bed,” he didn’t say anything but you could feel his eyes burning into you so you tossed a soft, “Goodnight,” over your shoulder.

As you entered the hall, you heard a soft voice mutter something. You froze and turned, looking at the hybrid with wide eyes.

“What? Did you say something?” you asked.

He nodded, smiling, “Taehyung.”

His voice was deep, soft with no edge to it at all. It was like listening to the most gentle voice in the world.

“That’s your name?” you asked, making sure you understood. He nodded and you smiled, “Goodnight Taehyung.”

“Goodnight _______.”

You didn’t know why your heart skipped a beat as he uttered your name.

“Taehyung!” you called through the house as you kicked the door closed behind you. After a second, you heard the back door open and Taehyung’s tall form entered the living room. You smiled in greeting, “This package is for you.”

He looked surprise, walking forward with his arms extended. You deposited to package in his hands and stepped back to watch him examine it.

He’d been there for almost a week now and in that time you’d learned he was very curious. He examined anything and everything, you’d had to stop him several times to keep him from licking something questionable.

After a moment, he moved to place the box on the kitchen counter, pulling the scissors from where they hung on the wall to cut the tape open. You leaned against the wall, arms crossed over your chest as you watched him pull out the contents.

Holding the t-shirt in front of him, he looked curiously at you.

“I know this…” you motioned towards his naked body, “Is something obviously normal for you since you’re a wild hybrid but...it’s getting increasingly weird on my part over having a naked person in my house.”

He stared at you for a second, a frown on his lips and for a second you were afraid you’d offended him. You held in a sigh as he grabbed the box and breezed past you, down the hall.

“Well, so much for that,” you whispered to yourself, grabbing the discarded scissors he’d left on the counter and put them back where they belonged.

“I like it,” Taehyung’s voice made you jump.

You spun around and were pleased to see him fully clothed. Part of you felt bad for forcing something human on him like that but the way he happily touched the fabric made you smile.

“I chose the softest materials I could find,” you explained. After the first day, you quickly took notice of the way he enjoyed textures -- specifically anything soft.

“I like it,” he repeated.

“I’m glad,” you breathed, “Come on, let me look at your wound.”

He nodded and took a seat on the couch as you took yours on the coffee table. It was practically a routine now. He didn’t even flinch as you pulled the bandage and gauze away.

The cut was practically healed and you sighed. It definitely wasn’t a concern anymore and both of you knew it. Still, neither of you questioned your situation. He didn’t seem to want to leave and you, truthfully, didn’t want him to leave. You enjoyed his company; he was sweet and endearing. He took up your time in the best way and gave you something to look forward to coming home to.

“I think we can leave the bandage off now,” you said, “Just don’t scratch it, even if it itches, okay? If you pull the scab off you’ll have a big old scar across your forehead for the rest of your life.”

He pouted a bit but nodded, taking the discarded bandages to throw away. He returned from the kitchen a second later, a pack of ramen in hand. He handed it over to you, head cocked to the side.

You smiled, “I’m hungry too,” he followed you, as usual, to the kitchen and hovered over you as you began the cooking process, “Oh! By the way, the cable guy is coming by at 3 to hook up internet and stuff.”

He looked confused and you laughed, pointing over to the TV. He’d hovered around it a bit over the last few days, turning it on the watch the static on the screen. As he realized you were doing something with the TV, he lit up and smiled.

As you both sat down to eat, you glanced at the clock. It was 2:40, causing you to hurry up eating so you could move some boxes out of the living room.

The hybrid had been helping a bit set things up for you; lifting heavy objects and boxes. But you still had quite a bit to unpack -- you had to fill a whole house, after all.

By the time you moved the boxes to the spare room, the doorbell went off. Rushing into the living room, you caught sight of Taehyung’s wide eyes.

“Hi, come on in,” you smiled, waving the cable man inside.

“Hello,” he greeted with a polite smile that quickly faded as he looked behind you.

When you turned around, you caught sight of Taehyung booking it out the back door in the kitchen. Shrugging, you closed the front door and led the man to your television.

“It’ll take me about an hour to set everything up securely,” he explained.

You nodded, “Let me know if you need anything.”

As he went to work, you made a beeline for your back porch. Taehyung was sitting on the stairs, resting his elbows on his knees. He looked up when you opened the door and despite the way he’d run away, he appeared calm nonetheless.

“Did you get spooked?” you asked, sitting beside him. He nodded and you hummed, “I take it you haven’t interacted with humans much?”

He shook his head, “I like to watch them.”

“Oh? People watch?” you asked, “Humans like to do that too. When I lived in the city I would go to the park and just watch people go about their business.”

Taehyung could speak and understand very well but his own vocabulary was quite limited. He didn’t say much regardless, mostly spoke to share his opinions. You’d adapted easily, speaking primarily in yes or no format and it was mostly you doing the talking.

He didn’t seem to mind, however. He gave you his full attention regardless, interest gleaming brightly in his eyes.

A question lingered on your lips, one you dreaded asking but as you looked at the smile on his lips, it dissolved on your tongue and you sighed.

The two of you fell silent, sitting together listening to the ocean as you waited for the cable man to finish.

You stood in the kitchen, making dinner as you listened to the laughing on the TV in the living room. Taehyung had immediately been intrigued by the colors and noises from the device and promptly sat on the couch, becoming glued to it. You briefly wondered what the effect of TV would have on a wild hybrid but when you heard him laugh, all worry was wiped free.

When you’d heard him laugh for the first time, at some cartoon that came on, you felt your heart skip a beat. It was melodic and delicate, almost a giggle, really.

Not wanting to disturb him, you brought the food to him.

“Thank you,” he beamed, waiting for you to sit beside him before beginning to eat.

You smiled, sitting there watching him for a second before picking up your own plate. The way he enjoyed things so organically was charming, it made you see things as if they were new as well.

As the days passed, you noticed a change in the hybrid. He began to talk more, question things and seek out a conversation with you -- which he’d never done before. Sometimes at night, you could hear the TV on at night, the sound carrying through the walls.

One such night, you awoke in the middle of the night with a dry mouth and desire for water. Climbing out of bed, you grabbed your bathrobe and put it on, messily tying the belt to hold it closed. Your door creaked quietly as you opened it, allowing the TV’s low volume to be heard much easier from the stairwell.

Wandering into the living room, you paused to look at Taehyung.

He was sitting on his knees on the floor, close to the TV. You opened your mouth to tell him he shouldn’t sit so close when you realized he was muttering to himself.

Moving closer, you glanced at the screen to see an infomercial was playing. And he was repeating the things they were saying.

“Taehyung, what are you doing?” you asked, fighting back a smile when his head whipped around to look at you.

His eyes were wide and he looked almost guilty as he moved back from the TV, “W-Watching the…” he motioned to the television with a shrug.

“You were talking along,” you pointed out, a brow raised curiously.

He bit his lip and folded his legs in front of him, “When they talk...I learn new words.”

His words bounced around your head for a second before you chuckled, “Is that how you’ve gotten so good at speaking? You’re learning from watching infomercials at night?”

“Cartoons during the day,” he added with a sheepish grin, “Why are you up?”

You knew he was changing the subject to avoid the conversation but you went along with it, “I’m thirsty is all.”

He hummed and it fell quiet, his eyes flicking back to the TV for a second before going to you once more. You sensed he was wanting to get back to what he was doing so you bid him a soft goodnight before moving to the kitchen.

When you were passing through to the hallway, you saw that he was sitting in front of the TV muttering again.

The morning came and you were surprised to find yourself awake before Taehyung. He was usually an early riser, up before the sun was even fully out.

You frowned at the sight of him curled up, knees tucked to his chest as he snuggled into the blanket. He looked cold but it wasn’t like the temperature dipped very low -- you’d slept with your balcony door cracked.

Seeing him lay there, you noticed how he was almost falling off the couch. Sighing you reached over and shook his shoulder until his eyes fluttered open.

“Hey sleepyhead,” you smiled, heart melting at the tired smile he gave you as he sat up and stretched, “How late were up last night?”

He shrugged and sighed, swinging his feet onto the floor before padding to the bathroom. You hummed and decided to start a pot of coffee for the day.

Pulling out your phone, you pulled up google and decided to search for a bed. You had a spare bedroom you were currently using to store the boxed you hadn’t bothered to unpack yet. It wouldn’t hurt to get a bed put in so you could have guests over.

At least, that’s what you told yourself.

“Hey, Taehyung?” you called when you heard him flick the TV on.

“Yeah?” he immediately responded, poking his head into the kitchen.

“I’ve been thinking,” he frowned and fully stepped into the kitchen, “Instead of sleeping on the couch, how about you take the spare bedroom?”

“Really?” he gasped.

“Yeah,” you hummed, “There’s a mattress shop in town, I can pick you up some stuff.”

“I can’t go with you?” he deflated slightly, making your heart ache.

You sighed, looking at your feet, “N-No...I think it’s best you stay here,” he opened his mouth to say something else but you cut him off, “You can help me assemble everything, though! And I’ll need your help to carry the mattress.”

He grinned once again and nodded, “Okay!”

While you were in town, you stopped by the grocery store to get more food and ingredients to cook with. With Taehyung there, you ran out of food a bit quicker than if it were just you.

Jungkook was there and greeted you with a bright smile as he rang you up, commenting how he hadn’t seen you around much. You blew it off with a quick shrug and explanation that you got internet and cable set up now so you had no reason to leave the house.

Pulling up to your house, you got out and popped the trunk. As you began to pull groceries from the back, the front door opened. Taehyung came bouncing down the stairs with a little grin on his face.

“So, where is it?” he asked excitedly.

“Oh, the guy was right behind me,” you said, “He’ll drop everything off.”

“Here, I’ll take these,” he said, grabbing the three bags you were holding before you could argue, “You got more ramen!”

“Of course,” you laughed, following him inside with the last two bags in your hands, “It’s your favorite right?”

“Yep!” he chirped happily from the kitchen.

The two of you go inside where you ask Taehyung to boil a pot of water and cook some ramen. He wasn’t quite good enough to be able to cook it correctly but you would be back inside before it was ready, anyway. Just as he began to fill the pot, you heard a horn beep from outside.

Taehyung gave you an excited grin and you chuckled before going to the porch.

“You sure you don’t need any help assembling this?” the man asked, a brow raised.

“No, I have a h…” you paused and cleared your throat, “A friend willing to help!”

“Alright,” he smiled kindly and tipped the brim of his hat before moving back to his truck, “Have a nice day!”

“You too!” you waved and sighed, eyes falling to the large box and plastic-wrapped mattress that now sat against your porch railing.

You pushed the door open and poked your head in, calling the hybrid's name. His feet thump against the floor as he runs toward the sound of your voice.

"Yes?" he asked, eyes wide.

"The bed is here," a smile blooms across his face and he excitedly nods his head.

"Come help me finish cooking so we can do it!" he turns his back to you and scampers back to the kitchen.

You chuckle and step inside, deciding to leave the door open. Taehyung was incredibly eager to get things started so the second his ramen was done, he was scarfing it down like a man starved.

"You're going to burn your tongue!" you chastised.

"Too late!" he whined, sticking his tongue out with furrowed brows. It didn't stop him though because a second later he was shoveling another bite into his mouth.

"Are you ready?" you ask, watching with an amused smile as he dumped his bowl into the sink and raced to the open door. You followed behind him only to stop when you caught him staring at the open door, "What is it?"

"You shouldn't leave the door open like this," he said, voice level to show how serious he was. He looked over his shoulder with a frown, your own face a mask of confusion, "It's dangerous."

You opened your mouth to respond but before you could, he was running down the porch steps to the mattress.

It took almost an hour for the two of you to get everything up the stairs into the spare bedroom. With the mattress leaning against the wall, the two of you sat on the floor reading the instructions of assembly for the bed frame.

"God I am beat," you complained, watching Taehyung twist the screw in like you had showed him.

His hair hung in his face, a little damp from sweating. His bottom lip was trapped between his teeth and his brows were furrowed in concentration.

"Yep," he hummed, sitting back with a sigh. He dropped the screwdriver on the floor and fell silent.

"Now we have to put the mattress on the frame," you chuckled at the tired groan he let out.

He stood up and held his hand out, helping you stand up as well. Then, with exhausted determination the two of you finally dropped the mattress down into its rightful place.

"What's next?" he asked with a sigh as he finally took a relaxed seat on the couch.

"Well, we need to get sheets and stuff for the bed," you said, pulling out your phone.

As you typed into the search engine, you felt a hand on your hip. You look down, finding Taehyung was urging you towards him.

You were suddenly pulled into his lap, making you gasp in surprise. Your cheeks immediately heated up, feeling his strong chest against your back with his arms around your body, holding you.

Doing your best to ignore the position, despite your racing heart, you allowed him to look over your shoulder to locate bedding he liked.

"I saw this on TV," he spoke suddenly, voice deep and oh-so close to your ear.

"Wh-What's that?" you whispered, hoping he didn't notice the tremble in your voice.

"Sitting like this," he replied, reaching forward to click a link on your screen, "The guy held her like this."

"You shouldn't be watching things like that, Tae," you joked.

"What things?" he asked, making you chuckle, shaking your head as you dismissed him. Before he could question more, you brought his attention back to the sheets he was looking at.

That night, after bidding the hybrid goodnight, you sat in bed gazing out the window at the beach below.

You truly couldn't believe there was a wild seahorse hybrid sleeping just down the hall. If someone had told you that there would be one living with you not too long ago, you would have laughed in their face.

You never thought you'd be a person who illegally kept a wild hybrid. But it wasn't like he didn't want to be there.

Right?

You shook all thoughts of him from your head and closed your curtains, basking the room in darkness.

One morning, you're woken up by a loud thump. You sigh, staring up at the ceiling as you listen to the hybrid bumble around downstairs.

He'd been there for over a month and had grown increasingly comfortable living in the house. Sitting up, you stretched and threw on a robe before descending down the stairs.

He was in the kitchen, as you expected. His back was to you but there was something off about him.

His body was stiff and his jaw was clenched tight. With a frown marring his face, you grew concerned. It was clear he wasn't in a good mood.

"Taehyung?" you called, watching him freeze for a second before resuming what he was doing, "Is everything okay?"

"Yes," he mumbled, voice flat.

You crossed your arms over your chest, leaning against the wall as you watched him crack an egg into the pan. It sizzled, filling the tense silence.

Neither of you said anything, although you had a lot on the tip of your tongue. You simply watched as he prepared his breakfast on a plate which he promptly deposited on the kitchen table.

He avoided your gaze, grumpily glaring at his plate as he silently ate. You sighed and he tensed again but didn't say anything.

"Taehyung," you breathe, taking a seat across from him, "You can't ignore me forever," he remains silent, "Talk to me...what happened?"

In the silence of the kitchen, he slams his fist down. You jump and look at him with wide eyes. His gaze is fiery, and he bares his teeth in anger before squinting a glare towards you. You can't help but cower away when he suddenly stands up.

"What happened?" he tosses his head and lets out a humorless laugh, "Seriously, what? Did you think I wouldn't find out, hm?"

"Find out what?" you gasp, realizing his anger was directed at you.

"Everything!" he snaps, shaking his head as he makes his way to the back door. You get up and follow after him quickly, "I learned everything about you! I-I can't believe I was almost tricked into--" he cuts himself off and runs down the stairs.

You chase after him, your feet meeting the cold sand as you follow him, calling his name, "What are you talking about?! I don't understand, Taehyung!"

He doesn't offer anything more and you let out a frustrated groan. You stumble, however, you watch him begin to shed his clothes the closer he gets to the shore.

"Taehyung?!" you cry in horror as he steps foot into the ocean. He looks at you over his shoulder and the look of disgust in his eyes makes you falter. In that second of hesitation, he disappeared beneath the surface.

You gasped and stopped at the waters edge, desperately looking over the dark surface.

"Tae..." you whispered, realizing he was gone.

You stand there, waiting, for what feels like forever. The temperature drops and you begin to shiver. Backing away from the shore, you begin to collect the articles of clothing he'd discarded which have long since lost the heat of his body.

Stepping inside, you let out a soft sigh and place the items on top of the driver.

The sun vanished beneath the horizon and the house was dark and silent. You were filled with empty lonliness as you went to bed, passing by his room to take a small peek even though you knew it was going to be empty.

You don't sleep well that night, your mind plagued with thoughts of the hybrid. Every time you shut your eyes, you would wake up with the hope that he would be back by morning.

When you got up, nice and early like he usually does, it was to an empty house. There was no Taehyung sitting on the couch or in the kitchen. It was just you.

He isn't back the next day either...or the next...or the next.

Eventually, you gave up on hoping to see him when the sun rose. You grew accustomed to the habitual silence -- though you didn't like it.

His bedroom was left untouched, the bed sloppily made with the blanket uneven as Taehyung didn't bother getting it quite right before going about his day. The house seemed so big without another party occupying it.

Eventually, you couldn't stand being in the house all the time by yourself. So, you started exploring the town -- which you hadn't bothered doing before.

On one afternoon, you ventured into a little comic book shop where you stumbled upon the familiar faces of Jungkook and Jimin. They were more than excited to see you; gushing about how it had been so long. They were a funny, charming pair who eagerly took it upon themselves to subject you to a day of touring the town.

You discover there was a little bar near the edge of town that most of the young adults frequented. A friend of Jimin and Jungkook's, Namjoon, owned it and allowed friends free drinks.

It was one such night that began with drinking among your new friends that ended with a drunk Jimin crashing on Taehyung's bed. He hadn't bothered getting under the blankets, passing out face down on the mattress with his feet dangling off the end of the bed.

You shut the door, leaving him to sober up overnight on his own.

While the outside company was lovely, kept you occupied and happy outside of the house, when you came home to the empty house you felt the liveliness dissipate.

It was an offhand comment from Yoongi where he expressed living in such a big house must be lonely -- advising you should get a pet or something. The idea bloomed into you begging Jungkook to take you to the pet store in town on his day off.

He was a bit hungover but still agreed after listening to you pester him about how lonely you were.

That led you to getting the sweet little black cat you promptly named Tux.

It felt wonderful to walk into your house after spending a day with your friends to greet someone -- even if he couldn't greet you back beyond a meow and rubbing up against your legs. He began to sleep in your bed, letting you curl around him as he purred himself to sleep.

Never in your life would you expect to be awoken in the middle of the night by your bedroom door slamming open. You bolted straight up in bed, eyes wide as you could vaguely make out the figure of a person standing there.

Your heart began to race in your chest, the sound of your blood pumping as adrenaline flowed through your body. Two seconds felt like hours before you finally scrambled out of bed. With him blocking the doorway, you could only run to the balcony.

As you threw the door open, you screamed when a strong arm wrapped around your waist and lifted you up.

"Calm down!" a familiar voice snapped, immediately halting your thrashing.

"T-Taehyung?" you panted, your feet meeting the floor as he finally put you back down.

"Who else?" he asked, voice flat.

You could barely make him out in the dark but you relaxed significantly as the relief caught up to you, "You can't do that! You nearly gave me a heart attack! I thought you were a burglar or something--"

"Why do I smell another man in my bed?" he cut you off, not caring for the panic he had caused you.

"Huh?" you responded, running a hand through your hair as you skirted past him to flick the lamp on beside your bed.

"I went to my bed," he began, stepping closer to you, "And it smells like another man. Why?"

You huffed a laugh, shrugging your shoulders, "A friend crashed there like a week ago, why?"

"Why?" he scoffed, stopping when he was right in front of you. Your heart skipped a beat when he leaned down, his nose almost brushing yours, "Because there shouldn't be another man in my bed."

His voice was dark, sending shivers down your spine, "W-Well, I thought you were gone so I had a friend over! You left a-and what the hell do you think you're doing here anyway?! You can't just show back up like this!"

"Why not?" he asked, cocking his head to the side.

"B-Because it's not okay!" he snapped, reaching up to shove at his shoulders so he would back off. He did, straightening up so you could stand up. You breezed past him in a huff, crossing your arms over your chest, "You just left, yelling at me! For weeks, Taehyung! You can't just come back like nothing happened!"

"I'm sorry," he sighed, "I shouldn't have done that."

"You were blaming me for something you didn't even bother explaining!" you cried, "Tell me what the hell happened."

"I..." he looked sheepish, clearing his throat, "I watched something on TV that talked about human’s treatment of wild marine hybrids. I...I got upset for...well, no good reason. I know you didn't do anything at all. I was the one who wanted to stay -- you helped me and let me stay. I'm sorry, _____."

You sighed, relaxing your shoulders, "That's so stupid, Tae," he nodded his head but didn't say anything, keeping his dark gaze on you, "Alright...go to bed, we'll...figure this out in the morning."

You moved towards your door, motioning for him to get out. As much as you wanted to jump for joy that he was back, you were too tired and, quite frankly, still pissed off. When he didn't make any attempt to leave, you cleared your throat.

He sighed and made his way towards you. Instead of walking out the door however, he wrapped his arm around your waist and kicked the door shut, pinning you against it.

"Tae--" before you could get out the rest of his name, his lips were on yours.

Your words were knocked from you as you found yourself kissing him back, wrapping your arms around his shoulders as he gripped your hips. You could feel the heat of his body through the thin, silk fabric of your nightgown.

He growled against your lips, reaching down to grip your thighs to pull you up. You gasped as you were hoisted up against his body and the door, your knees locked around his waist. His nails pinched the sensitive skin of your thighs but you paid it no mind.

"You're mine," he growled, voice barely above a whisper, "No one else can have you."

You didn't get to reply as you were yanked from the door and tossed onto the bed. You squeaked out his name when his weight was suddenly thrust on top of you. He caged you in, resting his weight on his forearms beside your head, keeping you locked in a heated kiss. Your legs were forced to spread around his waist, letting the cool breeze from your cracked window reach the damp material of your panties.

Simply kissing him, feeling his hands on you was enough to make you wet.

"I'm going to mate you, baby," he growled, nipping your bottom lip before suddenly pulling away, "Prove that you're mine."

You nodded, breathless from his kissing. Your heart was racing in your chest and your stomach fluttered with butterflies. He reached down to find the hem of your nightgown where it had bunched against your hips. He pushed it up until you were forced to sit up to allow him to pull it off. He groaned at the sight of your half-naked body.

"You're so pretty," he whispered, leaning down to press a kiss against your breast, "You're never going to look at another man when I'm done with you. I want to be all you think about, all you need...all you want."

You whimpered when his lips wrapped around a perked nipple, lashing the bud with his tongue. You gripped his hair, mindful of the horns hidden within the mess of black hair. He reached between your thighs to find the material of your panties, cupping your heat with a sigh. You were wet, he could feel it soaking through your panties.

"Please, Tae," you whispered, letting your head fall back to expose your neck as he trailed kisses upwards from your breast.

He hummed but didn't supply a response, too preoccupied with your scent. He brushed his nose against the column of your neck, over your artery where he could feel pounding in time with your racing pulse. He nipped at the skin, a promise of leaving a mark before he slipped his hand into your panties.

You cried out as his fingers immediately delved between your folds. He bypassed your clit to find your entrance, a fleeting graze over the sensitive bud making you whine. One long, lithe digit slid into your entrance, drawing mutual sighs from the two of you.

"A-Another," you gasped.

He chuckled and easily added his index finger, giving you that sweet stretch you craved, "You'll have to take more if you want to fit me," he breathed, making your walls clench around his fingers, "I have to stretch you real nice..."

"Fuck," you cursed, eyes rolling back as he curved his fingers to find your g-spot. Your thighs trembled around him at the fleeting stimulation before he suddenly withdrew, sliding off the bed.

You watched his shed his shirt, a long sleeved t-shirt you'd tossed on his bed shortly after he left when you found it mixed in with your laundry. His body was lean and built from swimming and you could see his biceps flex as he pushed his sweatpants down.

Left in just his underwear, you could see his cock through the thin material -- just as big as you'd hoped. It would definitely give you that painful burn you needed.

Stepping forward once again, he hooked his fingers into the hem of your panties and pulled them down. You raised your hips to allow him to pull them completely free. Once they were off your ankles, he tossed them to the side.

You felt yourself grow even wetter at being exposed completely beneath him. He gripped your knees and pinned your legs open. You whined, clenching around nothing as he gazed at your wet folds.

Moving his gaze back to your face, he lowered himself to the floor until he was level with your pussy. He tightening his grip on your legs so you couldn't close them and leaned forward, sliding his tongue through your folds, making you gasp.

He grazed over your clit, your hips jumping in response to the sudden stimulation. You let your head fall back against the bed, letting him eat your cunt as he pleased. Opening his mouth as wide as he could, he wrapped his lips around your cunt. Your eyes rolled back as he sucked, the wet sounds of your juices only serving to turn you on more.

His tongue found your entrance, licking at your slit before pushing his tongue inside. You gasped, grappling at his hair for purchase.

He doubled back to your clit again, suckling on the bud as he introduced his fingers. He slid three in at once, drawing a moan from you.

The stimulation to your sweet spot and your clit had you hurdling towards release quickly. He fucked you with his fingers, feeling you clench around them as he worked your clit with his tongue. Your bud was swollen and sensitive, eager for release that he was more than willing to provide. He could taste how much sweeter your juices got the closer you grew until suddenly your body froze.

A long, high pitched moan left your lips as you came -- spasming around his long fingers as he diligently worked you through your high. You gushed around his fingers but he didn't case, continuing to fuck you with those digits until your juices were dripping down to his wrist.

It wasn't long before you were pushing him off, needing a breather from the stimulation. He pulled away, watching you close your thighs as you trembled through the last remnants of overstimulation.

You were so wet, the insides of your thighs coated with your cum and his saliva from where his mouth watered from your enchanting taste.

As you recovered, he stood up and shed himself of his final layer -- his boxers. He was finally completely bare to you and you couldn't help but sit up. He wrapped his hand around the base of his cock, giving himself a few good strokes to ease the arousal that had painfully built.

You shifted to sit on your knees, licking your lips as you reached out to wrap your own hand around him. His lashes fluttered as he released his own hold to wrap his fingers around your wrist. He was hard and hot, throbbing in your hand as his tip drooled precum. Your mouth suddenly felt dry and you had the urge to taste him.

Glancing up, you saw he had let his head fall back, losing himself in your touch. Leaning forward, you wrapped your lips around the tip of him. He hissed, eyes flying open as he snapped his head down to look at you. His teeth were clenched and you felt more precum drip onto your tongue and you whined.

He suddenly wrapped his hand in your hair and pulled your back, making you gasp.

"Lay back," he ordered and you hurriedly, scooted back until you laid comfortable in the pillows.

He crawled onto the bed and gripped beneath your knees, forcing your legs open . You bit your lip as your cheeks burned when he spread you obscenely open with your knees up to your ears.

Your cunt was spread open, vulnerable as his cock prodded your entrance. He met your gaze for a split second, waiting for you to stop him. When you didn't he buried himself into your tight heat in one swift stroke.

It burned and ached just as you thought it would; it was amazing.

"Go, please, fuck me," you begging when he paused, intending to let you adjust.

You wrapped your own arms around your legs, keeping yourself spread as he wanted. The sounds that emitted as he began to fuck you were lewd; the wet sound of your juices around his intruding cock and the sound your skin meeting every time he sunk into you.

You were still sensitive from your first orgasm that when he hit your sweet spot, it caused a tingle to run down your spine to your toes. Your mouth fell open in a silent moan; he was forcing you higher and higher onto your peak but you couldn't fall over. Without stimulation to your clit, you felt you would never cum.

However, when he dropped his body over you, meeting your lips in a heated kiss, you finally found release. He groaned as you tightened suddenly around him, trembling and latching onto him as you came around his cock.

He didn't slow, however, reaching down to find your clit. You cried out, your nails digging into his back as your orgasm was pushed higher and higher. You weren't able to come down, being forced to new heights until you were suddenly soaked in your juices.

Taehyung gasped, sitting back on his heels, keeping your thighs pinned open as you squirted around him -- soaking the bed beneath you, his thighs and your own. You whined, pushing him back so his cock finally popped free and you were left you stuttered, trembling mess.

He gave you a second until your body relaxed a bit before he pushed his cock back into you. You whimpered, eyes rolling back as he gave several more thrusts, sinking balls deep into you before he came.

His cum was hot as it filled you up and he let out soft whimpers of pleasure before finally pulling away.

Neither of you said or did anything beside shuffle to lay close together. He wrapped his arms around you and tucked you close against his chest, kissing the top of your head.

"There's something...you should probably know," he suddenly said, voice a little hoarse. You hummed, glancing up to look at him as he continued, "My kind...seahorses...we kind of...mate for life."

"Do you?" you raised a brow, feeling the inklings of exhaustion begin to prick at you.

"Mhm," he cleared his throat, "And I really am...sorry for leaving the way I did. I hope that you'll keep me around because now...you're it for me, _____."

You sat up and smiled, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips.

There was a soft scuffling noise from outside your door, making Taehyung jump. You sighed and pulled away from him, despite how he tried to keep you from going.

"What is it?" he asked, frowning.

"It's Tux," you mumbled, opening the door.

The cat ran in, taking a running leap onto the bed. As you closed the door, you heard a loud thump. Turning around, you found Taehyung on the floor, the sheet tangled around his legs.

"It's a cat!" he cried, pointing an accusatory finger at the cat who sat on your pillow licking his paw.

"Yes..." you mumbled, bending down to pick up your nightgown.

"Cats eat fish!" Taehyung whined.

You rolled your eyes, sliding your nightgown on, ignoring the slickness of his cum seeping down your thighs.

"Taehyung," you sighed, grabbing his arm to pull him up, "I promise Tux will not be able to eat you."

#bts smut #taehyung smut #bangtan smut #bts scenarios #taehyung scenarios #bangtan scenarios #bts imagines #taehyung imagines #bangtan imagines #bts reactions #taehyung reactions #bangtan reactions #bts preferences #taehyung preferences #bangtan preferences #bts fanfic #taehyung fanfic #bangtan fanfic #taehyung x reader #taehyung/reader

[just-dreaming-marvel]

Love and Medicine ~ 18

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Word Count: 3,800ish

Summary: Steve and Peggy struggle while you try your best to move forward. (I hope this whole thing makes sense.)

The next few weeks, you only ran into Steve in the elevator. It was always full of tension, full of longing. He would try to talk to you but you would always ignore him. You thought it was better that way. It had to be. Every time you saw Steve, you wanted to jump his bones still. Even after all that he did to you.

The elevator dinged open, revealing Steve to be the only one in the elevator you were about to get on. He was leaning on the back wall, looking down. Steve looked up and saw you, staying silent. You gulped as you walked in and turned around so that you wouldn’t have to face him. The doors shut and the tension enveloped you both.

“I…” You tried softly. “I miss you.”

Steve perked up slightly at your words. He stood slowly from his position against the wall and walked right behind you, smelling your hair. You closed your eyes, relishing in his closeness. Steve pulled back slightly, only to rest his head against yours briefly. He moved so that his mouth was against your ear.

“I wish I could,” he whispered. His voice giving you goose bumps. “But I can’t.”

Then the elevator doors opened and Steve rushed out. Leaving you in the elevator. Alone. 

~~~

A few days later, Steve and Peggy were heading from his place in New Jersey to work. They had been sitting in awkward silence for a majority of the car ride until Peggy decided to break it.

“So… um… I was thinking that we could… have sex tonight,” Peggy stammered. Steve half chuckled at the idea. “Look, I know we’re both gonna feel weird about it. It’s the first time—“

“Since Mark,” Steve cut in.

“And Y/N… I have the day off tomorrow. Do you have the day off? We could just stay in bed—“

“I’m planning on stopping by the medical center tomorrow. I’ll still have patients I need to check on.”

“Well, I made a reservation at a nice restaurant tonight.”

“Why would you do that?”

“Because I was thinking we could have sex tonight. Just rip the stitches. Get it over with.”

“No anesthesia?”

“Right… what do you think?”

“Remember med school? We never had to schedule sex. Not once.”

“Steve, I wanna get through this. I do. I want things to be normal again, like it used to be. So will you meet me for dinner?”

“Yeah, okay,” he sighed. 

~~~

Majority of the interns had the day off, but yourself. You and Gamora were currently in the ER. Nurse Laura had paged the both of you there. She was standing next to a comatose guy, chart in hand.

“Benjamin Parker brought in from Highland Nursing Home,” Laura told the two of you.

“Highland?” Gamora questioned as she took the chart from Laura. “He’s in the garden?”

“Garden?” You repeated. 

“Vegetable.”

“Yeah, his chart says he fell into a persistent vegetative state 16 years ago,” Laura explained.

“He was a firefighter,” you said, reading the chart over Gamora’s shoulder. “Injured by falling debris in the line of duty.”

“What brings him here today?” Gamora asked.

“Fell from his bed while being turned by the orderlies,” Laura responded. “Insurance says he has to be checked out.”

“Y/N, it’s all you.”

You do a quick check up of the man before telling your findings. “Temporal parietal scalp lace with associated hematoma.”

“What’s your plan?”

“Irrigate and explore the wound. Repair the lac. He’ll need a CT to rule out intra-cerebral hemorrhage, contusion or cerebral edema.”

Gamora nodded. “Go for it. It’s all you. Just keep me updated.”

“Thank you.” Gamora and Laura then took their leave. “Okay, it’s just me and you,” you told the patient as you began to explore his head wound more. “I’d give anything for your kind of serenity… Great. Now, I’m jealous of vegetables…. You just look so peaceful.”

All of a sudden Benjamin opened his eyes and looked directly at you. You jumped back, alarmed, letting out a small yelp.

“Holy crap,” you gasped. “I’ll be right back.” You rushed to find Gamora, who was helping with a different patient. “Dr. Gamora?” 

“This guy’s got 3rd degree burns over here, over half his body. It’s gonna be good, you want in?” Gamora asked.

“My PVS case. He opened his eyes. And I think he was looking at me.” All the people in the room chuckled except for Gamora.

“He wasn’t looking at you.”

“No, he was.”

Gamora sighed. “L/N, just get a CT. Have near consult. But trust me, he wasn’t looking at you.”

~~~

It took too long to get the CT done and the scans back. Afterwards, you immediately went searching for Steve. You needed to be professional. You needed to work on moving passed your feelings. He could’ve have chosen you. He had his chance. Instead, Steve chose Peggy, his perfect-cheating wife.

“Dr. Rogers?” You called, putting on a brave face. Steve was at a nurses station, filling out a chart.

“Y/N,” his head shot up to look at you. “Hi.”

“Hi. Are you busy?”

“Not at the moment.”

“I need a near consult.” You handed him the chart and he immediately began looking through it. “Benjamin Parker. PVS, 16 years.”

“Well, there’s no bleed, there’s no mass, no fracture. He can be discharged.”

“He opened his eyes when I was examining him. He opened his eyes.”

“Yeah, that’s normal. Certain reflexes are preserved. There’s arousal but no awareness.”

“But he was looking at me.”

“He wasn’t looking at you.”

“He was.”

“The CT report says he wasn’t.” He handed you back the file.

“Do you wanna argue with what I know I saw?”

“No, Y/N. I don’t wanna argue with you anymore. I gotta go.”

He spun around and started heading away. You stared at him, slightly stunned by his behavior. You were dazed, though you were staring at him, that you didn’t notice him stop. He stopped, sighed, and turned back. Steve walked back to you and looked you straight in the eyes.

“He was looking at you?” He questioned.

“Yes,” you nodded.

“Okay, let’s go.” You both headed to Benjamin’s room. “So, how are you?”

“I’m fine. How are you?”

“Fine.”

“Good. Uh… me and you… we’re in this weird limbo. This is gonna go on forever, isn’t it?”

“I hope not, but I think so.”

“Yeah, me too.”

“Yeah.”

“I moved Benjamin to a private room. So…”

“You lead, I’ll follow.”

~~~

It seemed like you waited for ages while Steve checked out Benjamin. He was standing on one side of the bed, currently checking the patient’s eyes with a small flashlight. You stood on the other side of the bed, watching intently.

“There’s no sustained visual pursuit. You might have just seen him respond to some sort of external stimuli,” Steve told you. “He wasn’t looking at you. I’m sorry.”

You leaned in over Benjamin. “And I was sure he was.” Suddenly Benjamin’s eyes dart towards you. “Look he just did it again.”

“Mr. Parker, can you follow the light?” Steve held the flashlight above Benjamin’s eyes, moving it back and forth. His eyes don’t move. “Can you hold up two fingers?” No movement again.

“Well, okay,” you sighed. Steve noticed Benjamin’s eyes move towards you. “I know you probably have something better—“

“Keep talking.”

“What?”

Steve gestured to his side. “Walk over here.”

“What?”

“Just walk and keeping talking.”

You began walking over to Steve. “Benjamin. Benjamin, can you hear me? Benjamin.” The patient’s eyes moved as you walked.

“It’s you,” Steve said, amazed. “He’s tracking you. He’s following your voice.”

~~~

In a whirlwind of more tests, you and Steve ended up sticking together through it all. Currently, you and Steve were looking at some x-rays in the x-ray room.

“Well that’s why there’s no mention of brain atrophy in the CT report. Cause there isn’t any,” Steve said.

“None?” You questioned. “He’s been PVS for 16 years.”

“Well, he’s not PVS. He’s minimally conscious.”

“He’s minimally conscious and no-one noticed?”

“Had he been in a state of the art neural facility, they’d have tested him. But he was in a regular nursing home so that just—“

“Missed it.”

“Mhm.”

“He’s been frozen. Sleeping for 16 years and they missed it. That sucks.”

“There’s one thing to be thankful for.”

“What is that?”

“We might be able to wake him up.”

~~~

After a few more tests, you and Steve were notified that Benjamin’s family had arrived. You both were standing at the edge of the waiting room, looking around.

“Which one do you think she is?” Steve asked. You could hear is phone ringing in his lab coat, though he was clearly ignoring it.

“Benjamin’s wife?” You wondered, glancing around.

“Yeah.”

You kept looking around as Steve’s phone kept ringing. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see him pull out his phone and mute the incoming call. You shook your head slightly, focusing on finding the family. There was a woman near by, holding a large backpack, looking down at the ground. There was a man on one side of her, reading something, and a teenage boy nervously wringing his hands.

“It’s her,” you pointed. You started heading to the woman.

“How do you know?” Steve asked as he followed you.

“Mrs. Parker?”

The woman stood up. “It’s actually Mrs. May Jensen now,” she said. “This is my husband, Clark, and my son, Peter.”

“I’m Dr. Rogers,” Steve introduced himself. “And this is Dr. L/N. Would you follow us? We’ll take you to Benjamin and explain everything once we get there.”

Clark spent the whole walk to the room, comforting May. Peter was clearly nervous, hands stuffed in his pockets. Once they got to the room, you and Steve explained the situation.

“What do you mean, wake him up?” May asked.

“Well over the years, your husband’s brain has been slowly trying to heal itself,” Steve answered. “Now we’ve give him a course of amphetamine that should give his brains he push it needs to find consciousness.”

“When?” Peter questioned. “How long does it take?”

“If we’re right, your father will be awake in a few hours.”

“Is he gonna realize what happened?”

“Most patients in this situation have no idea how much time has passed.”

“I’m gonna be sick.” Peter rushed into the bathroom and slammed the door.

“I know this is a difficult situation—“

“I just got married,” May said. “And Peter turns 17 on Thursday. Difficult? This is unimaginable! I can’t be here when he wakes up. He can’t see me like this or Peter.” She went to the bathroom door and began knocking. “Peter, baby, we’re leaving.” Peter stepped out and May dragged him to the door. “We’ll be in the car,” she told her new husband as the walked out.

“You should get her back.”

“I’ll try, but I don’t know,” Clark sighed. “It took her a long time to move on.” Then he followed after them.

You walked out too, with Steve following after you. You headed into the stairwell and sat down. Steve sat next to you with a sigh.

“We did the right thing,” he said. “Medically, Benjamin’s our patient and we treated him.”

“Yeah,” you breathed out. “I’m sure he’ll thank us later.”

“Y/N, it’s—“

“Did you see that kid’s face? Benjamin is a complete stranger to him.”

“Cases like this are—“

“It’s not cases like this. It’s this one case. You don’t get it.” You shook your head. “You have a life. You go to sleep to only wake up and that life doesn’t exist anymore? That man has no one. Everyone’s moved on. Except for him… it’s not an easy thing.”

“I’m sorry.” He set his large hand on your knee. “I really am.”

“I know.”

~~~

Sitting on the floor of Benjamin’s room, you at your dinner. That’s when Peter cam to the door and knocked on the inside wall. You looked up, confused.

“What are you doing here?” You asked. “Don’t you have the day off.”

Peter shrugged. “Decided I didn’t want it off. What are you doing here?”

“Waiting for my patient to wake up.” Peter nodded as he came and sat down beside you. He looked at you like he wanted to say something. “What?”

“I tell you something, you tell me something.”

“Okay,” you nodded. “I feel like one of those people who’s so freaking miserable they can’t be around normal people. Like, I’ll infect the happy people, or something… like, I’m some miserable, diseased, dirty ex-mistress. Your turn.”

“I failed the medical boards.”

“Pete—“

“And if I tell Gamora… well, I don’t know what she’ll do. We’re not exactly official but she’s a resident and I’m an intern. It’s probably going to be embarrassing.”

“Probably… but you don’t know until you do it. She might be more understanding than you think. You’ve got to take the chance otherwise you’re just… well, me.”

“A miserable diseased dirty ex-mistress?”

“It’s hot,” Peter whistled and you laughed. “It’s really hot. I feel better already.”

“See?”

Peter gave you a reassuring pat, ruffled your hair, and headed out of the room. “Thank you.” 

“Hello?” Another male voice called. You scrambled up off the floor and faced Benjamin’s bedside. “Is somebody there? Somebody?”

“Yes,” you hurried to his side. “Somebody’s here.” He looked at you as you grabbed his hand.

“Hello.”

“Hi, I’m Dr. L/N. I’m going to just quickly go to the nurses station and page the neuro surgeon. Okay?” You let his hand go. “I’ll be right back.”

You rushed to the nurses station and had them page Steve, asap. Him and a few nurses arrived soon after, quickly getting to work.

“Mr. Parker, your muscles have suffered deterioration and your joints will be painful for a while which is to be expected,” Steve explained after doing a work-up. “Now the fact that your communication skills are still intact is remarkable.”

“Did you reach my wife yet? Is she coming?” Benjamin asked. You and Steve shared a brief look. “I mean, have you told her? Or do you wait until she gets here because this is gonna be quite a shock.” Steve nodded, slightly. “How long have I been out? A year?”

Steve looked at you and the nurses. “Could you excuse us?” You and the nurses began heading out.

“You,” Benjamin called after you. “You tell me.” You share another look with Steve before looking at your patient. “Please. You found me. You tell me.”

“I’m only an intern. I’ve never really done this before,” you told him.

“Me either. You’ll do it quickly. Rip off the bandage.”

“No anesthesia,” Steve said quietly.

“Exactly.”

Steve nodded, briefly looking at Benjamin before looking up at you. “I’ll be right outside if you need me.” You nodded as he headed out.

Benjamin let out a shaky breath. “Truth time.”

“Truth time,” you repeated.

“How bad is the truth gonna be?”

“It’s bad, Benjamin… you’ve been asleep for 16 years.” He let out a noise of pure and utter shock. “I’m so sorry.”

~~~

After the truth came out, you and Steve took Benjamin down to get an MRI. You had into on the table as you prepped him.

“What’s he like?” Benjamin asked, teary-eyed. “My son?”

“You know I didn’t really get a chance to speak with him,” you replied. “But he seemed nice. He’s about your height and he’s got your eyes.”

“That… that’s good.”

You gave him a tight smile before looking up at Steve who was on the other side of the glass. He nodded, giving you the signal that they were ready.

“Benjamin, we’re ready to begin,” you told him.

“What does the MRI do?” He asked, clearly scared.

“Just gives us a better picture of your brain really. You’re one for the books, you know?”

“That’s nice.”

“If you’re ready.”

“When I went down into that fire… we were going on vacation the next day. Taking the baby to see my mom. May was so excited. I tried to call my mom today. But, um… she’s dead now . My mother’s been dead for eight years…” He sighed. “I’m ready.”

“Okay.” You gave his foot a squeeze before heading to the viewing room.

“How’s he doing?” Steve wondered.

“As well as we could expect.” You walked further into the room, meeting Steve at the screens to see the images being produced. “Damn it.”

“You got that right.”

~~~

After the scans were completed and Steve had thoroughly looked through them, you went with him to explain what was happening to Benjamin.

“An epidural hematoma,” Steve said. “When you fell out of your bed this morning you hit your temple, hard. CT didn’t catch it but, the MRI did.”

“And you can fix it?” Benjamin wondered.

“WOn’t be easy. Sometimes it’s impossible to find the vessel and complications can rise but yes, I can operate.”

“But there’s a risk?”

“A very large risk, yes.”

“And what happens if you don’t operate?”

“Best case scenario is that the bleeding resolves itself. Or it can continue to bleed and cause the brain to swell.”

“Which means what?”

“Most likely, without the operation, you’ll die,” you answered.

“But the operation could kill me too, right?”

“There are equal risks both ways,” Steve clarified.

“What do I do?” Benjamin looked at you. “What would you do?”

“I can’t answer this for you,” you responded. “I’m sorry.”

~~~

Peggy appeared out of the elevator, clearly pissed and dressed for a date. She immediately looked around for Steve. When she saw Peter, she went up to him.

“Dr. Quill,” she called.

“Um.. yes?” He questioned.

“Have you seen my husband?”

“No, I have not.”

“Do you know where he is?”

“I think he’s with a patient upstairs.”

Peggy sighed. “He was supposed to meet me hours ago.”

“I’m… sorry?”

“I was never here.”

“Got it.”

“Thanks.” Peggy turned to see the smug face of Tony behind her. “What do you want?”

“Trouble in paradise?” Tony taunted. 

“I really don’t want to do this with you right now. Have you seen my husband?”

“Last time I heard, he was working on a case with Y/N.”

“What?”

“Yeah, I thought the same too until I had learned that Y/N was fighting for the patient and he actually woke up after being asleep for 16 years. I became proud, especially that she was working with him civilly.”

“He hasn’t answered any of my calls, all evening.”

“Don’t worry, Peg. I’m sure he hasn’t done anything stupid.” Tony began walking away before pausing briefly. “Oh, wait. He’s already done it. He went back to you.”

~~~

Before surgery, Peter came back. Him and Benjamin had an awkward, short talk. But it was a talk none-the-less. After, you took him to the OR. You watched from the doorway as Benjamin was situated on the OR table. Steve walked out of the scrub room, ready for surgery.

“Hey,” he greeted. “You coming?”

“Not enough interns,” you said with a shake of your head. “I gotta cover the floor.”

“Oh.”

“What would you have done if you were him? Would you have the surgery?”

“You would have the surgery.”

“Yes. I would want the future or to be asleep again. One or the other. Nothing in between.”

“I honestly don’t know what I’d want.”

“I know you don’t.”

“If you get a chance, you can scrub in later. I’m gonna be at this a while.”

“Okay… thanks.”

~~~

You finally had the chance to scrub in, which made you too happy. As you washed up, you noticed people scrambling around the OR through the window. There was a doctor performing CPR. You dropped the bar of soap you were using, shocked. You stood there as Benjamin’s heart flat lined. Steve met your eyes and shook his head slightly. You looked down at the sink, saddened.

You waited for Steve, so that you could head to the family together. The silence was comforting, for the first time in a while. In the waiting room, Peter was sitting by myself. He stood upon seeing the two of you.

“I’ll take care of it,” Steve sighed.

“Okay,” you nodded. “Thank you.”

You watched as Steve broke the news to Peter. It was clear he was conflicted. To him, his dad had been dead for years only to be awoken again to die again. He was clearly angry and sad, his eyes saying everything. After walking him out to his car, Steve came back to walk with you back to the lockers. You both paused outside the intern locker room.

“You know today in the waiting room, how did you know May was Ben’s wife?” Steve asked.

“Waiting rooms are full of people hoping for good news,” you responded. “She was the only one who looked like she had completely given up.”

“Yeah.” Steve began to walk away.

“Do you love her?”

He stopped and turned back to you. “I own’t know.”

“It’s… uh… it’s good that you’re trying. You wouldn’t be you if you weren’t the kind of person who’s trying to make it work.”

“You think so?”

“Yeah.” You gave him a small smile. “It means I want’t wrong about you.”

“Thanks.”

“Goodbye, Steve.”

“Bye, Y/N.”

~~~

It was pouring rain as Steve drove home. Pulling up to his trailer, he noticed Peggy sitting on the porch. He got out of the car and walked up to her.

“You didn’t show,” Peggy stated. “So, um… I bought some take out. And I waited. It was good. Now it’s luke-warm and old. Which makes it just like the food we used to have back in medical school. So… Steve, are you done? Hurting me back? I mean cause I need to know. Cause if not… I gotta special order a thicker skin or something.”

Steve sighed as he sat down next to her. “No anesthesia in sight,” he whispered, looking at her. He leaned in. “Here we go.”

He pressed his lips to her. Peggy willing welcomed them, her hands coming to hold his face. It quickly began to get heated.

“We should uh… take this inside,” Peggy panted.

“Yeah,” Steve agreed. “Let’s go.”

~~~

You sat at the bar, stirring your drink mindlessly.

“Is this seat taken?” A handsome man asked you.

You looked up at the guy before glancing at Happy, who waits for your answer. “Do you work at the hospital?” You asked.

“No,” he smiled.

“You’re not a brain surgeon or a doctor of any kind?”

“No.”

“Then this seat isn’t taken.” The guy sat down. “Do you want to buy me a drink?”

“Actually, I do.”

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It's 🌸 anon~

Waaaaaaaaah you almost killed me with that Dia angst!!!! Please please pleeeeeaaaasssseeee could you do some Dia × MC fluff so my poor heart can recover T.T maybe something to do with tea?

(If you want of course!!! If you're not interested/not up for it no worries at all :) )

(I didn't expect to get these y'all lol;; and that's cause I suck at angst xD but I can definitely do some fluff to make up for it!! *gives all of you a giant hug*)

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He genuinely couldn't tell when exactly it happened. His plan was to set up the exchange program, have humans and angels join the demons in harmony, or at least an attempt at it, here in the Devildom. He wanted them to see how well demons could get along with other beings, and see how well the humans and angels would do along side them. Peace between the three realms was his ultimate goal; though he never foresaw how hard he would fall.

MC was a unique human in their own right. He found them incredibly charming and for some reason, he couldn't help finding himself constantly trying to be at their side, helping them study by any means or listening to them talk about their life in the Human Realm. He used excuse after excuse to get them to come over to his castle, until they finally told him that they would love to just be around him if he sought their company. They were friends after all, right?

Hmm. 'Friends'. Something about that word felt bitter on his tongue; but he accepted it with a smile and would have them over for tea and to chat, walk around the castle's garden and pick flowers for them, or even wander around the Devildom together, getting wrapped up in the shenanigans of the brothers that would leave the Demon Prince howling with laughter at their antics.

He loved every minute he got to spend with MC, and seeing them enjoy their time with him just as much made his chest swell with happiness and pride. Though, that feeling ebbed away with each passing day as he knew the school year was coming to end soon.

He would have to say goodbye to MC. He couldn't bring himself to do it; and he finally accepted why.

He was madly in love with this precious human.

A week before he knew it was going to be time for them to leave, he asked them over once more for tea. He asked Barbatos to fix their favorite, both tea and sweets that he knew they enjoyed. He had gotten a bouquet of their favorite flowers, and a document he was silently wishing they would agree to sign for him.

When they arrived, he was practically vibrating with excitement and nerves, dressed casually enough that MC giggled and teased him for not looking so princely. He simply smirked at them and shrugged, "I am allowed to be a normal demon from time to time, don't you think?"

"I suppose, though I'm surprised Barbatos let you get away with it, Dia," they teased in return, using the nickname that always made his heart flutter. They only ever used it when they were alone with him, and that made it all the more meaningful to him; made him feel as if there was a special place in their heart for him.

He lead them to his office where their usual tea time would be held, and he pulled out their chair for them, before sitting in his own. He poured their cup first, earning another surprised look from MC. "I gave Barbatos the day off. So...we could spend some time alone, if that's alright with you."

Their smile seemed to beam and they nodded. "Glad he gets some time off," they remarked with the glint of a tease, and Diavolo gave a rueful smile in return. "I know I ask a lot of him, but he is my most loyal subject. He helps me keep the Devildom from falling apart."

"I know, I meant no harm, just teasing," they assured him, patting his hand with their own. He subconsciously turned his hand to grab hold of theirs, freezing when he noticed the motion; but they didn't pull away. Instead they laced their fingers with his and he felt a warm crawling up his neck all the way to his ears.

They sat like that for a while, drinking tea and talking about how things were going in RAD and in the Devildom. It was peaceful and serene, a moment Diavolo wished would go on for eternity. But of course, the subject came up of MC having to leave...

A deep frown came over their features and they sighed, running their finger around the rim of their cup. "To be honest with you, Dia...I really don't want to go home..."

He perked up at this. They continued. "I genuinely love it here. I enjoy my time with the demon brothers, there is always something outrageous going on with the lot of them," they added on a laugh. "I feel...so much more welcomed here than I do at home. The Devildom feels more like my home now."

Diavolo felt as if his heart was going to burst. He pulled his hand away from theirs for a moment to pick up the papers he had placed at his side. MC looked at them quizzically, before furrowing their brows as they looked him in his golden eyes. He swallowed the lump in his throat before handing them over to MC.

"I know I have asked a lot of you this year, forcing you here to begin with; but I have one more thing to ask of you. This is an agreement I would like you to sign..."

They stared at him for a few moments before looking over the papers, brows slowly beginning to rise as they finished reading it over. "An ambassador? For the Human Realm?"

He nodded, smiling hopefully. "You would be allowed to live in the Devildom as a human ambassador, and would visit the Human Realm along side me when we need to attend meetings. It would give you a reason to...permanently stay here. That is, if you would agree to it."

Their mouth was slacked open a bit as they looked between him and the document. He felt the twinge of fear in the pit of his stomach, worried they were going to decline, until he was tackled by MC, wrapping their arms tightly around his neck in a gripping hug.

"Yes! I would love more than anything to do this! Dia, this makes me so happy!" They just as quickly pulled away from the hug, dashing over to his desk to grab up his quill, and sign the document immediately.

He couldn't help the deep laugh that escaped him, as he stood next to them, taking the document from them once signed and placing it on his desk. "Thank you for agreeing to this, MC. It makes me incredibly happy that I can count on you to help me further things here in the Devildom."

He stepped up to them once more, taking their hands in his. His face became rather serious as he let out another sigh. "But, I have to admit I lied to you." They startled, concern all over their features. He continued, "I actually have one more thing to ask of you."

He pulled them closer, a hand coming up to cup their cheek and his thumb brushed across their bottom lip. He watched the flush form in their cheeks, and he felt his lips curl into a soft smile. "I would give anything to have you by my side, MC. But as my partner, my love, not just the ambassador to the Human Realm. I am in love with you, MC."

Their eyes widened once more, darting all over his features as if searching for a hint of this being another tease. But when they sensed only the seriousness of his words, their features softened and they returned his smile. "I love you too, Diavolo. I have...for a very long time it seems."

He whispered their name softly before leaning forward and pressing his lips to theirs. One hand continued to cup their cheek as the other splayed against their lower back, pulling them close to his chest. They pulled away from each other, both breathing heavily as their noses touched. MC gave an airy laugh as their hand came up to brush his dark red bangs from his eyes.

"I never though the Demon Prince, future Ruler of the Devildom, would be interested in a mere human."

He chuckled, brushing his lips against theirs once more, as he wrapped his arms tightly and possessively around their waist.

"Well the Three Realms are full of absolute surprises, wouldn't you agree?"

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First Date with Diavolo

He would be nervous like a teenager going out for the first time, worried and wanting to make sure everything was perfect for you

He will take you to all his favorite spots in the Devildom, telling you all the stories he has about each one specifically, and hoping to make a few more with you there

There is a large garden towards the outskirts of the Devildom, and he takes you there to see the are flowers that only grow there, sharing his knowledge about them all with you

Will take you shopping as well and buy you a brand new outfit plus some new jewelry if you are into it; he will not take no for an answer lol

Will take you the carnival towards the center of the Devildom, and play as many games as he can to win you all the plushies and gifts he can get for you

Loves the alone time with you on the Ferris wheel and pulls you close when you are both at the very top, overlooking how beautiful his kingdom looks from way up high

If you allow him to, he will kiss you there, holding you close and tight

When the outing for the date is coming to an end, he will actually escort you back to the castle, where Barbatos has fixed dinner for you both; dishes from the Human Realm that he knew you would enjoy

Expect to be taken to his balcony where he will have a record player set up to have romantic music playing for the two of you, as he asks you to dance right there on the balcony

He'll pull you close and shower you with compliments, and even kisses especially

Once he knows you must head home, he will transform into his demon form and fly you to the House of Lamentation, letting you cuddle against his chest as he carries you, hoping you enjoy the view of the Devildom from his arms

#obey me #shall we date obey me #diavolo #gn!mc #request #fanfiction #headcanon

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Fields of Wildflowers - Chapter 10

A Sihtric x OC story

AN: Did I google common trees in Anglo-Saxon England for this chapter. Yes I did.  Did I end up using white willow because it is associated with mourning and sadness.  Yes I did.  Also, I love the aesthetic of a willow tree.   If you want to read previous chapters, you can do so here.  Or if you want to read my other works, you can do so here.

Warnings: Some light sexual content, mostly fluff and some angst (does this count as angst or is it just sad? Let me know!)

Word Count: 3,810

The next morning Cwen found herself wrapped in Sihtric’s embrace, covered by a blanket he kept on his horse along with a bedroll.  The mare was grazing nearby in the clearing. Cwen watched her for some time.  The edge of the clearing was littered with wildflowers, reds and blues and yellows.  The sun breaking through the branches of the trees made for a serene morning.

Cwen breathed in a contented sigh and pulled Sihtric’s arm closer around her.  She brought up his hand to meet her lips as she kissed his knuckles.

Behind her, Cwen heard Sihtric begin to stir, moaning low in his throat.

Slowly, Sihtric pulled his lips away to rest his forehead against hers.

Slowly, Sihtric pulled his lips away to rest his forehead against hers.

Slowly, Sihtric pulled his lips away to rest his forehead against hers.

“How are you feeling this morning? Are you sore at all?”

“Truthfully?” Cwen questioned while meeting his eyes.  When he did not respond, she continued. “I am a bit sore. But I am also serenely happy.  It is like a dull ache that reminds me of your touch,” she finished while breaking his gaze and feeling a rush of heat settle across her cheeks.

Cwen felt Sihtric’s hand shift from her hip to tilt her chin up so she met his eyes again.  

“You, my lady, are an amazing woman,” he breathed as he brought his lips to meet hers once more. This kiss was filled with gentle adoration, as his hand slid around her throat and to the back of her neck. Cwen whimpered when he pulled away.

“After last night, it really is a laugh for you to call me a lady, Sihtric.  I am sure everyone has noticed our absence.  I can only imagine what Lady Aethelflaed will think.” Cwen’s voice wavered slightly with anxiety. Sihtric sat up and held his hand out to bring Cwen to sit next to him as he replied to her worries.

“With the way she conducts herself with Lord Uhtred, she would not dare to make judgements.  And you are a lady, Cwen, my lady.  I have already told you this.  Lying with you last night was real.  It was pure. It does not matter that we are not husband and wife.  Not to my mind.” 

Sihtric began removing the blanket and reaching to gather their clothes, when Cwen placed her hand on his arm to stop him.

“It does not matter to me either, Sihtric.  Last night was…” Cwen paused and lowered her eyes as she searched for the right words.

“I gave every piece of myself to you last night, Sihtric. But….I do not know how to be like this with you.  I have never been like this with anyone.  But I know that last night felt right.  It felt like you are where I am supposed to be. I hope that does not scare you,”

But her words were cut off as she found Sihtric’s kiss searing her own lips once more. 

“Did I not tell you that you are my future, woman? That my roads will lead me to you?  Your words do not scare me.” Cwen stared at Sihtric as his lips broke into the grin she had grown to adore. She felt her own mouth twist into a broad smile before she pecked his lips once more.

“Let us dress and return.  I must find Lady Aethelflaed and check on Aelfwynn.  I was only meant to have a few days reprieve from my duties. And given the changes in political power, I am sure much else has shifted as well.”

Sihtric rose to gather their clothes. As he passed Cwen her garments, he pondered, “I must find Uhtred as well.”

The rest of his thoughts did not need to be spoken. He must learn what his lord's plans were now that he is not the lord of Mercia. 

As they rode back to the borough, Cwen’s mind wandered.  Where would Uhtred take his men now? And what did this future look like for Mercia?  Cwen hugged Sihtric’s arm close and leaned her body into his chest, his strength and warmth bringing her racing mind some peace.

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Cwen found herself rushing across the lawn to meet with Lady Aethelflaed and Aelfwynn.  It had been incredibly kind of Aethelflaed to allow her time off from her duties.  Cwen did not want to take advantage of that kindness.

The skirt of her dress rustled and tangled between her legs, slowing her movements.  And occasionally, the heavy fabric would brush along the inside of her thigh or graze her center causing ripples of a dull ache.  Reminding her of the feel of Sihtric. The weight of his body on hers.  His hand exploring her. His length pressing into her.  Again, Cwen was taken aback at how deeply and intensely she found herself falling for the Dane.  Not only how much she cared for him, but how much she yearned for his touch.  Desired to feel him possess her again.

Cwen slowed her paces and attempted to control her breathing, which had become quite labored.  Both from her hurried gate and from her wandering mind.

When she looked up, Cwen saw Aethelflaed sitting on the bench underneath the tree where the children were swinging.  Wyllath sat next to the Lady of Mercia watching the children.

“Lady Aethelflead,” Cwen called as she approached, “ I hope I have not deferred my duties for Aelfwynn for too long.  I apologize, my lady.”

Rising to meet her, Aethelflaed quieted Cwen’s fears. “Nonsense, Cwen.  I gave you time off.  There is no need to worry.”

“But my lady, so much has changed.  And I did not come to check in with you as I should have after Lord Uhtred,” but her words were cut short as she noticed a pained expression on Aethelflaed’s face.

Cwen took her lady’s arm and they walked several paces away from the tree.

“You are right, dear Cwen.  Everything has changed.  And not only for myself, but for all of Mercia.  For those close to me.” “For Uhtred,” Cwen answered when Aethelflaed paused to brush away a stray tear.

Cwen had seldom seen her lady cry.  The Lady of Mercia was solid and austere.  Cwen admired her friend for those qualities.

“Yes, for Uhtred.  But I fear for you things must change as well, my friend.”

The pair continued to walk arm in arm and Cwen turned her eyes to look at Aethelflaed.

“What do you mean, for me, my lady?”

“I must dismiss you from my daughter’s service, Cwen.”  Aethelflaed had stopped and placed her hand atop Cwen’s own, giving it a gentle squeeze.

Cwen found she could not comprehend the shock of Aethelfaed’s words. A rock formed in the pit of her stomach. 

“Why, lady?” was the only response Cwen could utter.

“Do not think it is because you have displeased me.  Or Aelfwynn.  I value you and your service to my daughter deeply, Cwen.” Aethelflaed paused to turn her eyes back towards the children and Wyllath.

“Were it not for you, she might not be here with me now.  But it does not change what must be done.”

Returning her eyes to meet Cwen’s questioning gaze, she continued “my reasoning is two fold.  The first is that Mercia is fragile.  There are still many who feel ill at ease with me holding the throne.  Many who distrust me and my loyalty to Mercia.  I must find ways to increase their trust.”

“And I am not Mercian,” Cwen finished for her friend.  

Aethelflaed nodded and then continued, “True, my friend.  It is no secret that  you have been in my household since we were children.  That  you are loyal to me.  Wyllath is of Mercia and her family is well known and respected.  And I know you trust her with Aelfwynn.  So knowing that both you and myself trust her gives me further comfort.”

“Then your second reason, my lady?” Cwen asked, struggling to keep back the tears she felt welling in her eyes.  The rock in her stomach had traveled to sit in her throat.

“The second reason concerns matters of the heart.  And words I overheard you speaking to Finan outside my room.”

Cwen stared mouth agape at Aethelflaed.  

“Sihtric is a good man.  He has served Lord Uhtred faithfully for many years.  And if I had not heard your words to Finan, about your feelings for the man, then I also have eyes.  You are dear to him.  Finan is right, a person would need to be blind to not see that.  I have given up my chance for a life that includes the love of a good man.  I will not hold another from that life along with me.  I would not be the cause to keep others from finding love.”

Cwen could not stop the tears that pooled and fell past her lashes.  Instead, she closed her eyes and turned to face away from the children and from Aethelflaed.  She felt her companion patting her arm gently.

“Please know that I am not doing this because of any displeasure with you, Cwen.  I will miss you dearly.”

Wiping away her tears, Cwen answered with a shaky breath, “I have only ever known a home inside your household, my lady.  I love Aelfwynn and you.”

“I know.  And I will always do whatever is in my power to help you, if ever you need it. But this is how it must be.  And I am sorry.”

Aethelflaed was stoic. She was strong.  And she was honest.  It was these qualities that Cwen admired in her and what Cwen knew would help her be a great ruler.  It was what a ruler needed to be.  

Aethelflaed wiped the remaining tear from Cwen’s face and gave her friend a forceful hug.

“Please go say goodbye to Aelfwynn.  Unless plans have changed, Uhtred and his men will be leaving to escort my mother back to Winchester by tomorrow.  I know you will want to speak with Sihtric. And I need to have words with someone else in a moment. Thank you, Cwen.  For my daughter.”

Cwen walked over to give Aelfwynn and Aethelstan.  The children got off their swings and came to her side.  Cwen sank to her knees and gave them both crushing hugs.  After several moments, sniffling and wiping tears, Cwen stood and suggested they return to swinging before she left.  She pushed them on their swings and tried to smile and laugh with them.  But inside her mind was a tempest.  

After a short while, Eadith met her and the children as well.  The two women took turns pushing the children on their swings and talking with them about whatever new ideas had garnered their young minds attention.  But neither of the smiles on the young women’s faces reached their eyes.

After a short while, Wyllath and Aethelflaed came to bring the children inside for their midday meal.

Aelfwynn wrapped her small arms around Cwen’s torso and whispered, “I will miss you, Cwen.”

Kissing the top of her head and enveloping her in a hug, Cwen found the lump in her throat returned.  

Through choked breaths, Cwen was able to reply, “I will miss you too, my little bird.  But we will see each other again.  I just won’t be in charge of keeping your days exciting any longer.”

Aelfwynn turned her head up to look at Cwen who tapped the tip of her nose with a finger.

“Now run along and listen to your mother and to Wyllath.”

“I love you, Cwen,” Aelfwynn whispered while snuggling close once more before she ran off to join her mother.

“I love you too, sweet child,” Cwen said as she watched the children retreat back indoors.

Eadith came to stand next to her and took her arm in her own.

“I know why I am sad, but I do not understand your tears, my friend.”

“Lady Aethelflaed has dismissed me from her service.”

Eadith turned to face Cwen, a look of shock and dismay across her face.

“I can understand, although it pains me, why Aethelflaed should dismiss me.  But for heaven’s sake, why you?  Did she say?”

“She wishes to garner favor and loyalty from the other Mecian families.  And she aims to do so by keeping her household filled with those Mercian’s she trusts.  Wyllath is from Mercia, while I traveled with Aethelflaed years ago from Wessex.”

“I learn more and more how shrewd and intelligent our Lady of Mercia is.  But I am sorry to see her tactics hurt you so. What will you do?”

“I do not know.  Truthfully, I do not have a clue.  And the lady gave a second reason that brings more worry than the first.”

The women had been walking arm in arm across the lawn towards a great white willow tree.  Once tucked underneath the massive branches, Cwen reachedup to grasp one of the sweeping strands of leaves, letting her mind wander to Sihtric.

“Well, Cwen?” Eadith asked. “What was Lady Aethelflaed’s other reason?”

“She says she would not see me forswear the life and love of a good man.”

Eadith’s face broke into a knowing smile. “She means she would not see you parted from Sihtric?”

Cwen nodded, turning to face her friend.

“Well that is a silver lining, isn’t it?  To be unencumbered and able to be with the man you desire?” 

“It should be, yes.  But I can not help feeling this impending dread.  I do not want Sihtric to feel trapped by me.  After last night,” Cwen’s cheeks grew hot and she paused.

“Last night?” Eadith smirked at Cwen.  “Your absence last night was noted.  Both of yours.  I had meant to ask for any new...developments for you but well… then I spoke with Lady Aethelflaed.”

“Well, yes.  I would guess that your assumptions about our absence last night are correct, Eadith.” Cwen paused to sit down leaning against the large trunk of the tree.  She pulled her knees up, wrapping her arms around herself and feeling tears threatening to fall once more.

“He confessed that I am his future, Eadith.  But that was with the knowledge that he could leave me, knowing I was unable to follow.  I cannot help but to worry that his words will change now that circumstances are what they are.”

Eadith gasped at her friend's words.

“I can not imagine that Sihtric would change his words.  If anything he will be elated.  The man is in love with you, Cwen.”

“You cannot know that, Eadith.”

“Why do you mistrust it?”

“In truth, I can not even say what makes me hesitate to believe he would want me now.  I have never felt this way or been shown affection like this in my life.  It scares me.”

“Well that I can understand.  It is new and exciting and that can be scary.  Love can be like that.”

Eadith wrapped her arm around her friend’s shoulders and the two young women sat in silence for some time.  Both minds occupied with thoughts of uncertain futures, but taking solace from shared time together.

Some time later, Eadith excused herself to go speak with Uhtred and ask for passage with them to find safe route to Winchester and a new path in life.

“You should speak with Sihtric.  Come with us.”

With those parting words, she left the gentle embrace and solitude of the willow leaving Cwen alone with her thoughts.  Cwen’s enture world had shifted from underneath her.  She was in free wall and terrified.

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When Sihtric found her, she was still curled up underneath the arms of the willow tree.

He took a seat next to her and she leaned her head on his shoulder while he took her hand to bring to his lips.

“Eadith told us about you both.  She will be traveling with us to Winchester.”

“So Uhtred’s path takes you all to Winchester then?”

“For now.  We are to escort Alfred’s widow and Aethelstan there.”

Lifting her head to look at SIhtric, Cwen remarked, “Aethelstan? He goes to Winchester?”

“So it would seem.”

“But he can not!” She cried out. “It is too dangerous for him there.  He is the king’s bastard! He will be ever a target.” Cwen stood up and began pacing back and forth, ringing her hands.

“What is Lady Aelswith thinking?  We’ve all done so much to keep him out of the way and safe.”

Sihtric rose and stood in front of Cwen, placing his hands on her shoulders, stilling her movements.

“From what Uhtred has told us, Lady Aelswith has asked us to bring them there safely so she can be in charge of his upbringing.”

“Does the king want him there? Will he give him his protection?”

“I do not know, my lady.  All I know is that is where we go.”

Cwen stopped her worried fidgeting and looked into Sihtric’s face.  His eyes were watching her once more.  

“I love these children, Sihtric.  I do not know what I am meant to do now.  I have been in service to Aethelflaed’s household for my entire life. Wherever she was has been my home. I have lost my home,” Cwen’s voice broke.

Sihtric wrapped his arms around her as she allowed the tears she had been unsuccessfully trying to stave off all day to finally fall freely.

Slowly, Cwen’s sobs faded as Sihtric’s hands stroked gentle lines along her back.

“Look at me, Cwen.”

His hands cupped her cheeks and she tilted her head to meet his gaze.

“Come with us to Winchester.  And then we can figure this out from there. Together.  Come with me. Find your home with me.”  His voice was solid. Sure. 

“Sihtric,” Cwen started.

“Please don’t say no.  I know that your heart is hurting.,” But Cwen cut off his words this time.

“Sihtric, do you know why Aethelflaed dismissed me?”

When he did not reply, she continued, “the first reason is because she is forging ways to build trust and respect with the rest of the Mercian lords. And the second is because,” Cwen paused, turning her gaze down to focus on the hammer amulet resting on his chest.  She gathered her courage, taking a breath.  

Sihtric waited silently.  He never pushed her.  Always patient and never harrying her along.

Once she found the courage, Cwen continued, “Lady Aethelflaed overheard me speaking with Finan.  About my feelings for you.  She heard me tell him of my trust in you.  To be gentle with my heart, with my love.” Cwen’s words came fast and rambling now that she had started speaking.  “She told me that knowing of our feelings for one another, she could not bear the thought of depriving another of a chance for happiness.  For love.  As she has denied herself that chance now.” 

Cwen stopped, eyes still staring at the silver hammer.  The lump that kept catching in her throat this day had once again found itself lodged in place.  Her heart beat furiously, waiting to hear a reply from this man she had fallen so deeply for.

“But I fear I can not ask this of you, Sihtric,” Cwen spoke hurriedly, for fear that she would not get the words out any other way.  “I do not wish to trap you or force your hand.  Before, you knew that you would be leaving and I would not.  I can not ask you to,”

“Hush now,” Sihtric quieted her. “Do you think my words in the clearing were just pretty lies? Would it help to know that my feelings for you began in the field of wildflowers outside Saltwic? That it was there that I learned of the woman you are.  I learned the nature of your heart and your mind. It was then that I fell in love with you.”

Sihtric searched her face before he continued, emphasizing his words carefully.

“You, Cwen, are my future. All my roads will lead me to you.  And I know that your heart is breaking over leaving Aelfwynn, but,”  he let out a soft laugh, “the selfish bastard in me could kiss Lady Aethelflaed for her decision. Because it frees you to make your own road.”

Sihtric dropped his head to rest against her brow and breathed in the scent of her.

“So come with me, Cwen. Be my woman.”

Cwen’s heart filled with adoration at his words. Tears spilled from her eyes once more, but from an entirely and wholly different emotion.  She brought her hand up to trace the markings on his amulet and smiled.

“You love me?”

“Yes, my lady,” he smiled while he tipped her chin up so he could meet her eyes.

Cwen’s smile split her face with joy.

“I am your woman, Sihtric.  You have all of me now and all of my future,” she repeated the words she had told him in the clearing. 

Sihtric wrapped his arms around her waist, lifting her off the ground and crashing his lips to hers. 

The lovers could not contain their smiles and broke the kiss laughing at themselves.

“But we still have so much to discuss and to plan,” Cwen began.

“Later, my lady.  For now, knowing you are mine and will be riding with me is all I need.  The rest will come later.”

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