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stararch4ngelqueen · 5 months
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Motivation
(Part 2)
Time Written- 10:23 p.m.
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I wrote this 3 times and gave up. Severely gave up
“Wakey Wakey, sweetheart.” His lightly exhausted tone nearly roused your eyes open.
A faint click of a bedside lamp invades the silence shortly before Jason shuffles out of bed, displaying a warm glow to your light sensitive vision.
A small groan falls from your mouth, your eyes shutting closed in irritation from the distraction of your comfort. His arms left their sanctuary around your waist, a kiss of warmth remaining along your tummy before he readjusted a soft, thin blanket over your tired body.
Jason was considerate enough to turn off his alarm nearly three minutes before it goes off, saving his special girl a few minutes of precious sleep. As the midsummer sun dies down behind fluffy clouds, golden rays of light reflecting off skyscraper glass into the dead of the night, Gotham’s wild crowds creep out from their crooked caverns to play.
“Hey mama. Sorry to ruin the fun, but I think my arm ran out of blood flow.”
“Do you need it?” Your faint, croaked rumble spews from your barely moving lips.
“I mean, I suppose I’ll need it to fight an’ aim guns at unlucky bastards. Guess that means you gotta lose the pillow.”
Another groan leaves your lips before reluctantly raising your head, setting his arm free from its prison. You spent a minute of quiet suffering before Jason’s fingers cupped your head, guiding you to raise it just enough to slip a fluffy pillow to settle your pretty brain on.
The A/C was on full blast, the blank noise lulling your tired minds to sleep around seven. While it was counterintuitive to be snuggling together in this hot summer heat, you wanted nothing more than to be in his company, comfortable in his safety.
Bare feet shuffling along hard foot floor shifts to heavy rubber soles as Jason gets dressed. Soft cotton and polyester drops to the ground, replaced with tactical fabrics and scrunching leather. A short sonnet of clicks and snaps follow as he adjusts his belt and holsters, getting everything comfortably situated on his person.
“You’re not angry with me, are ya?” He clicks his tongue, fighting off a smile at your lack of response.
“Earth to Goddess.” His calm voice invades your ears as the floor creaks, the dressed vigilante shuffling to his knees beside the bed, settling close to your face.
“Princess.” Jason lightly chimes, brushing your cheek with the back of his pointer finger.
He then proceeds his ever loving assault via planting various kisses along your face, ranging from your cheek up towards your forehead, back down to your nose.
“Babygirl.” He cooes against your sweet smelling hair.
“Do you have to go now?” Came your eventual, irritated whine.
He leans forward, mattress gently creaking as he pressed his lips just under your ear for a quick kiss. “Not yet. You got me for five more minutes.”
Jason settles his head on your collarbone, your nose slightly tickled from locks of soft, dark hair. His eyes are closed, but for once, they’re content with peacefulness. That, and the events that would come within the next month, changing their lives forever.
Jason’s smile widens as your fingers mindlessly trails random shapes along his open palm, your hands always lingering somewhere along his body.
“Y’know I’d give just about anything to get back in bed with you,” his armored chest rumbles with his lowly spoken words. “But, I’m a little big in this get up to be this close to you at the moment. Don’t wanna crush you.”
Those sudden words couldn’t help but make you smile, scoffing just a bit. Ever the doting, overly concerned, slightly overdramatized, loving man he is.
“I don’t know who’s bigger right now,” your exhaustion let you speak in ghostly whispers. “You, or me.”
“Well, you’re the pregnant one,” he says, fighting off a strong, snarky remark with an amused smirk. “So, you definitely take the win with that.”
The look you gave him the second your eyes snapped open made him chuckle, as if he willfully insulted you. The irony of it, considering he was around 6’4 and 250 pounds, a large percent being complete muscle mass while you carried a seven pound baby.
“Kidding, babe. Kidding,” he soothes, trailing a few fingers along your swollen tummy just over the blanket. “Just trying to joke off the nerves. Doesn’t help that it’s my first time…”
“It better be your first time,” you mutter under your breath.
“Yeah yeah, It is. Don’t worry.” Jason’s voice is soft, his cheeks turning a light shade of red at that, and he can’t help but smile as the two of them laugh quietly at her joke.
The weight of their child is a constant pressure on your body to create an incredible miracle. It’s certainly something new, he always wants to make sure his little mama is happy and healthy. Mostly happy.
He trails a finger down your stomach, pausing when he feels a faint thud near the round lower edge of his palm. For eight months teetering on the edge of nine, the baby was definitely getting active.
“Think your boy’s getting ready to fight those unlucky bastards with you.” You lightly chide with a small grin.
“Language, mama,” Jason retorts, flicking some wisps of hair away from your head. “Don’t want ‘em to hear those foul words. An’ I’m not in the market for sidekicks.”
You frown again, scoffing at his hypocrisy.
The surrealism was intense, affecting him from the center of his brain towards the tips of his hands and toes.
Your boy, his boy. His son.
“You two keep the bed warm for me.” Jason murmurs before pressing a few goodbye kisses along your cheek. “I’ll come back with breakfast when you wake up, okay?”
“Okay,” you whisper, consciousness struggling to remain afloat. It’s a silly mental image; the reaction of the owners of an early bird, go-to diner frantically scrambling out of shock and awe when Red Hood himself enters their establishment.
He stands from the floor, lovingly glancing down at his beautiful, pregnant woman cradled in bed, nestled with his pillow, perfectly content.
“Be safe,” you whisper to him, watching him reach towards the lamp to shut it off. The warmth of the vanished lap changing his eyes from a strong emerald green back towards a crisp, steel-cut teal.
“I love you.”
Your voice always sweetened the deal, a perfect lullaby once it was his turn to sleep.
The perfect motivation for him to look forward to every morning.
“Love you too, mama.”
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For @orange-artist ‘s ASL god AU DTIYS! (congrats on the milestone!)
This was really fun, I absolutely love drawing ethereal designs
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So i adjusted the original designs ... a bit... To draw in my style means that i have to make everything extra, sorry.
Ace:
I like the base design for Ace a lot! i looked at other posts to get more context to these outfits and i say this draping billowy pants design that i liked a lot more, so I used that instead of the ones he has in the picture.
I love his cute little star crown, i think it looks dope as hell. I wanted to bring it to other parts of him too, so I gave him an arm cuff with it, too! If i had drawn the front of him, you would also see that crown design around his waist as a belt, too.
i originally had him in a pose similar to the one he has in the original, but after i sketched out the other two poses i found he looked a little two flat, so i brought his hand out to the foreground.
I like the choice for his hair to gradient out to look like a comet! I had a lot of trouble trying to make it look Just Right, but i think I nailed it
Luffy:
I didn't change much about his design, I really just made him a little more yellow than he was before. Its hard to improve an already banger design. He's my ethereal silly guy...
I really love the idea of Luffy's scars looking like gold, that's really cool.
I wish I could've added that cold crown he has around his head, but i didn't know how to without it looking sloppy so i had to leave it out.
Sabo:
I changed so much about Sabo's design, i would like to send out a formal apology for it, I admit I went a little too ham. I had already completed the picture before i went back to look at the original post and saw the comments about how Sabo was supposed to look... discreet...... I... Did Not Make Him Discreet. In The Slightest. :DDD ehe
I needed help for Sabo's pose because i was having so much trouble with the hand, i called upon my good website friend JustSketchMe to get it right. I had this idea for the pose because i wanted the claw to look like a crescent moon, I think it looks pretty good.
I would've given him normal snakebite piercings too but i felt that the ring piercings looked more Crescent-like, so i went with that.
Moon belt. i want that moon belt. I have no outfits it would go with. but i still want it.
I love Sabo's whispies that he has in the original design, but when I put them in the art i had, it cluttered up the piece too much and I had to get rid of them. A moment of silence for the fallen whispies...
Noticing now I forgot Sabo's Cane..... oops.
General:
I shaded Luffy to be lighted by the sun, Sabo the moon, but i made Ace be the light for himself. There's some deep meaning to that, but I cant think of one right now.
I had a lot of fun drawing this, i hope i was failthful enough to the original designs even though i changed everything a lot :)
Drinking game: take a shot everytime I used the word "I", take a double shot each time i forgot to capitalize it, too. You will be Dead by the end of the post, though.
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batfleshh · 6 months
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that one meme but with the sniper rifle on soaps ass on a mission and he’s grinding and mouthing at your dick.
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head down
Soap X M!Reader
Warnings: whatever the hell this position is, soap swallows your cum, reader gets a little annoyed at the start, you get nicer tho I swear, sniper reader, soap drooling on your dick, cock warming(?), you hold his head down at one point, praise, gay people gross
Like most missions, getting sent out with the Sergeant wasn’t so bad. You both made a good team, your good eye analyzing everything through the scope of your gun seemed to be pretty easy to do. One reason you enjoyed being sent out with Soap was because of how quiet it was. You enjoyed his company, and even got to do certain things you didn’t get to in base which made the experience much more enjoyable. But today, you didn’t know if it was because you didn’t sleep good, you hadn’t eaten right, or if you were just imagining it, but it seemed like he wouldn’t stop talking.
You gave your eyes a firm rub as Johnny continued to talk, blinking away the splotches that formed as you turned your head towards him. He gave you a small as you looked at him, your heart melting in your chest at the sweet look he was giving you. But alas, you could not handle his rambling anymore.
“Come ‘ere, Johnny. I have an idea.”, you say to him gently, sitting down on the ground and spreading your legs apart. A slight blush makes it’s way onto his cheeks, and he immediately complies. He moves closer to you and drops to his knees in front of you, not quite in between your legs yet. You moved yourself slightly to face the direction of where your target is supposed to be, glancing back at Soap as he follows your direction.
“Need you face down, ass up, in between my legs, understand?”, you say, explaining the position to him slowly as if to paint a picture. He nodded, climbing in between your legs slowly and adjusting himself into it. You mumble a few words of praise, placing your hand on his head gently and guiding him forward. Once he became face to face with your groin, you slowly push down on the middle of his back, adjusting his position the slightest bit before picking up your gun, placing it right on his ass.
You sat like that for a little while, your hand occasionally making its way down and rubbing Soaps head. It was peaceful, you were finally able to focus and calmly watch through your scope again. Well, until you felt Johnny pressing his face against you. You could feel him mouthing at your clothed cock, a quiet grunt leaving your lips as you reach down to your lap slowly. You lower one of your hands below his face, pulling your uniform down and pulling out your cock.
You grab at it slowly, giving it a few strokes before tapping it against his lips. Soap happily complies, taking your dick into his mouth slowly. You let out a low groan, the feeling of his mouth sending you over the moon as you pushed his head down further, mentally apologizing as you hear him gag. This whole concept wasn’t new, sometimes you would let Soap suck you off during missions like this, a new vision of him on his knees flashing in your mind. Any other time, he loved just holding your cock in his mouth, mind blanking and drooling around your dick.
But this time, it felt different. It felt like this new position awakened something in you, the view of his body to the way his mouth had easier access to you felt like a blessing. Soap let out soft moans around you, eyes hooded slightly as he began to drool on your cock. “That’s my good boy, Johnny.”, you praised him softly, hand rubbing his hair as his noises slightly increased in volume. After a little while of Soap bobbing his head, you felt yourself nearing closer to your release. You groaned, biting your lip as you feel him begin to move faster.
Your hand grips your gun tightly, steadying it while you continue to stroke his head. You release your load down his throat, Soap making sure not to spill anything as he takes your cock out to lick at your tip. He slowly eases your cock back into his mouth as you his, only holding it there like he usually does when he makes you finish. You give his head one last pat before you go back to holding your gun, enjoying the quiet and peace that finally returns to you.
~ ★
quick a/n: I kinda rushed on this one so sorry if it seems like it!! Hope you enjoyed 💕
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robynlilyblack · 2 years
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You're not my wife?
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Sirius Black x fem! reader
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Summary: Sirius comes home very drunk and accidently lets something slip while his girl looks after him
Warnings: swearing, established relationship, pure fluff, mentions of drinking, drunkness (both on Sirius' part), sex and being unwell, slight nudity and some suggestion but nothing explict, Sirius being the sweetest and cutest drunken puppy, very quickly proofread
A/n: 3k words, not requested, the idea just popped into my head and I needed to feel better after a really tough week and a bit x hope you enjoy! I''ll be writing requests again soon, I might make a post about it tomorrow x
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You were snuggled up in bed, entering the perfect land of slowly drifting off yet still in control of your fantasy. You were somewhat aware of your surroundings. You could feel the coziness of the blanket. the soft plush of the mattress below, the safety Sirius’ pillow brung as you cuddled it. Yet. You didn't register the front door closing with a small thump, nor your boyfriend whispering curses at it for doing so, as well as at the floorboards for creaking
Sirius was beyond drunk. It was James’ fault really…or perhaps it was Marlenes? Or maybe Dorcas and those little cocktails that just tasted too good to stop drinking. Whatever it was he was smashed, and he was certain you had never seen him this drunk, in fact he was sure he’d ever seen himself this drunk, and for the life of him he didn’t remember why he got this drunk. 
All his brain could focus on was he had to get to you, you were the most important thing in that moment 
“Shit and fuck” he hisses as his jeans belt loop catches in the handle of the bedroom door, causing him to be pulled back and wack the side of his head
After more than a few attempts the door released him from its crutches and his eyes fell upon you, beautiful, beautiful you. He staggered over to his side, stripping himself of his jacket, attempting to unbutton his shirt before just pulling it over his head. Once those were off he just stood there for a good minute, brain blanking on what he was supposed to be doing before he heard you hum
“Y/n” he mumbles, collapsing surprising gently to the floor and planting his chin into the soft covers “How’d I get so lucky” he says, admiring how the soft glow of the street lights brings out your features
He starts talking to himself, telling your unconscious self all of the ways he loves you even if it’s really coming out as incoherent babbles.
“Glow of your hair and the shine of your shine…sorry the shine of your skin and the softness of your eyes” he mixes them up but they’re said so lovingly you would probably understand if you heard 
“Your pretty…” he continues on and on, repeating himself and these slowly wake you, eyes fluttering open to see Sirius smiling away in his own little world
The next thing you register is the smell, alcohol and cigarettes, it clung to him, while one more prominent than the other you didn’t really mind, you were just glad he was home and safe and happy
“Hi” you greet, giggling as his eyes light up and his chin edges closer to you “Are you nude?” You wonder eyeing his bare back with fuzzy vision as it wouldn’t be this first time
He shakes his head but a cheeky grin appears “I can be” he winks, or at least tries to, as he ends up just blinking theatrically with his head tilted forward
“Flirt” you roll your eyes, digging your cheek further into the pillow to hide the effect even terrible flirting still had on you
“Your flirt though” he shifts closer, kissing your cheek softly
“You are” you admit turning back to face him, you had seen Sirius drunk many times but you had to admit he looked so dazey almost dizzy looking you were sure he was currently in the late stages of blacking out “You need to take off your jeans before getting in” you say, spotting to dark hue of blue now your eyes had adjusted 
He scrunches his face but does it. Not gracefully though as he lets his arse fall to the floor, causing you to move his pillow back up and crawl across. Peering over the bed you watch him with an amused smile, his body flat on the hardwood floor, wiggling out of his jeans
“All the way?” He asks like a child
You nod “All the way puppy” your use of the nickname causes him to work not only faster but wear the cutest little grin as he does it
Eventually he’s left in his boxers. You admire him, even as he struggles to work his way back up to his knees and kneel at the side of the bed again “Can I get in now?” he pleads, flashing his big puppy eyes
You would normally say yes, but his breath was pretty bad. Besides, he had told you once he hated waking up to the stale taste in his mouth, so made you promise if not inebriated yourself to make him clean his teeth
“You should brush your teeth” you give him a sad smile, heart aching at his pout “I can help you if you want”
His eyes grow wide, mood shifting and he nods quickly. You lift the covers, revealing you’re only in a slip. Sirius is enamoured by it. A giddy grin on his face when you accidentally flash him and he realises you have nothing underneath
Standing up you look down, holding out your hands for him. He takes them but lingers on the floor, a look on his face you know all too well
“One peek” you concede, holding your giggle as his head pokes between your legs for a few seconds
He soon pulls back, looking more than satisfied with himself as you help him stand up
“You’re so pretty” again his voice is dazed, but it doesn’t stop the smile on your face
What is it they say? Drunken words are sober thoughts? If that was true it meant everything Sirius did and said were true, only now it was amplified and had a dizzy puppy vibe
Guiding him into the bathroom he plops himself on the edge of the bath, something that could end badly but would be equally hilarious…knowing him he’d probably give up and ask for a pillow if he fell in
Grabbing his toothbrush you squeeze a little bit of paste onto it “Open wide” you instruct and in return he cheeses at you “Siri” 
“What?” He shrugs before opening his mouth properly, jaw slack so you could manoeuvre easy
You softly brush his teeth, not wanting to place too much pressure since you had only done this for him a few times before when he was really sick. 
Sirius watches you the entire time and in that moment you were like some kind of angel. Sure he was drunk, the bathroom light behind your bed was causing spots as he blinked and created a halo around your head, but still you were angelic…maybe more than that to him as his brain ran one very drunk cell who was convinced he was missing something 
“Spit” you ask and he turns his head away from you
Your eyebrows furrow before you realise, watching him spit it out in the bathtub. He then turns back looking proud of himself, a small bit of paste still clinging to the edge of his lips
You smile sweetly, taking the pad of your thumb and clearing it off. You can’t pull away though because Sirius’ darts forward to capture it and sucks on it
“Siri!” You squeal at pulling it out, you weren’t mad but you did hope he’d feel tired soon…and merlin did you hope he stayed human and didn’t run around as a dog like he did when he had a fever a few weeks ago
He laughs loudly at the face you made, before he begins to laugh at his own laughing resulting in a small fit. 
You quickly rinse the toothbrush and place it in the holder, then move to steady Sirius since you’re sure he’s gonna fall if he’s not careful, and knowing your luck he’ll fall forward onto the tiles rather than the bathtub behind him
His giggles die down. Taken a sudden interest in you and his eyes wander up your body. Drinking it in. He lingers on your thighs and then on two particular assets, to which you’re sure he’s thankful for your lack of bra and coldness of the bathroom. Eventually he reaches your face, eyes darting over it and his smile brightens
His smile drifts to a funny one “I’m sorry you have to look after me” he apologies with a slight chuckle, hands finding the outsides of your lower thighs and pushing upwards towards your hips, bringing the slip with it
You pinch the material around his hands outwards, letting it fall back down enough to cover you. Not that you cared about him seeing, it was more you were sure he would get distracted again
“You’d do the same for me” you assure him
He reponses by nuzzling his nose into your stomach “I’m gonna be so hungover” he mumbles, a small moment of clarity washing over him, although it wasn’t really true clarity as his brain still connects all the wrong dots as time and fantasy mixes up 
“I know. Don’t worry tomorrow…well actually later today, I’ll make you breakfast in bed and tease you rotten” you smile down at him
His head lifts and his eyes can meet yours “Thank you sweetheart” he smiles lazily before standing up shakily with your help
You move back a little, hands finding his shoulders while his slip down from your hips briefly only to grasp them again over your slip
“I'm glad you’re my wife” he says casually, a fond smile on his face while your eyes blow wide…and so does your heart
You just stare at him a moment, processing. Heart fluttering around at the title you always imagined having one day, yet were nowhere near prepared for how good it would sound from his lips. Nor how easily it slipped from them
“Siri love” you cup his cheeks 
“Yeah?” He says like a hum
“I’m not your wife” you inform him
Instantly you regret it
His happy expression drops, pouting and almost looks like he may cry “You’re not my wife?” his grip on your hips tighten, voice cracking
You shake your head and find yourself aching at how heartbroken he is over it. You know it’s the booze, you know he likely won’t remember this come morning but you still scold yourself for not playing along 
“You said no?” he asks and you look at him baffled
“To what?” you wonder, even if there’s a tiny voice screaming what it was in the back of your mind
He doesn’t answer, merely asks “You didn’t want to be my wife?” 
His tone is soft and so pure you could cry yourself, yet you still started to smile, heart thumping as you watched your boyfriend in mild awe
“You didn’t ask me to be your wife Siri”
“I didn’t?” 
If you could describe him in that moment you would have to say he looked like he was doing some complex mathematics because boy oh boy was he processing for almost a good few minutes
“You wanna marry me?” He finally says “I really...really want to marry you”
You find yourself itching to scream yes, but you also know he probably isn’t going to remember this nor are you 100% sure he’s…
“I have the ring and everything...” 
…serious
Your hands drop from his cheeks to his chest “What?!” You stare at him in complete shock
“...give me a minute I’ll go get it and get down on two knees...one knee...my arse?” he shrugs trying to walk away but you stop him
“Siri, y-you have a ring?” You ask confused and happy and sick all at once, eyes glazing as you listen to his answer and start to believe this is actually real
“Yeah in the…” he hiccups pointing out the bathroom door “…in the bottom drawer of my bedside table” realisation dawns on his face but not the kind you think “That’s why I got drunk! I remember now I was so nervous you wouldn’t like my proposal...and the...ughh...talk...umm” 
He freezes, clogs turning before he closes his eyes. You can almost see his memory reseting, like remembering the real reason made his drunken brain short circuit
“You really didn’t say yes to the picnic? At the same lake where had our first date?” he asks opening them, eyes now boring into you and you can no longer find it in yourself to deny him
“I did. I did say yes Siri” you nod, smiling brightly up at him
“You did?” you nod again “And the proposal…wait no... the speech! Was that okay? Prongs cried at it but Reg thought it was a little long and moony called me a sap…or was that Marlene…or Dorcas?” his eyes blow wide “It was shit wasn’t it? That’s why she gave me the little pink drinks cause it was terrible and you found it terrible...and him terrible and me...” he scrunches his face
“It was beautiful Siri” you pull his face up to look at yours, cutting his rabble off before you let them slip back down to his chest once more “Utter perfection. I was just pulling your leg earlier” you giggle trying to brighten him up while simultaneously trying not to squeal at the idea of there really being a ring in that drawer and him actually proposing
He sighs in relief, quickly wrapping his arms around you
“Thank merlin I’ve been worried for weeks” he tucks his head into the crook of your neck “You’re finally my wife for real. I'm not dreaming right?” he asks once more pulling back to look at you
“I am” you confirm "I'm so your wife...so...definitely your wife" you emphasise with all your heart and it makes his face light up brighter than the tree back at hogwarts
He grins, cupping your cheeks and squishing them ever so slightly “You’re my…” he hiccups again “…I’m your wife” he finishes
You giggle at his mistake but can't find it in yourself to correct him “You’re my wife…” you peck his lips “…and I’m your dashing husband” you go along with it
He pulls you in for another hug, almost bone crushing but you don’t care, your heart had never been fuller
“I love you so much” he presses a hard kiss to your temple, hand to the back of your head
“I love you too wifey” you tease gently, though in his state it’s literal, he’s now your wife and you’re now his husband, no take backsies “Now let’s get you to bed”
He nods into your neck, kissing it softly before allowing you to lead him through. Reaching the bed he sits on the edge while you push down the covers. He smiles at you and then your arse as you crawl over to your side, accidentally exposing it to him
You turn back and notice his stare “Enjoying yourself?” you ask, purposely lifting your arse up before yourself fall into your side
He nods shamelessly “Very much” he falls backwards, shifting around into the bed and letting you pull the covers up “You’re so good to me” 
You finish tucking him in and move forward so your chest touches his “What kind of husband would I be if I didn’t take good care of my hot wife?” you tap his nose
He chuckles so cutely at the gesture “I am the hottest wife” his words like a sigh as he pulls you into him, rolling you over onto your back so he can cuddle into you
His head settles on your chest
“That you are puppy” you wrap your arms around him, feeling his cheeks rise “And I’m the prettiest husband”
He looks up at you bobbing his head ever so slightly “You are the prettiest human in the whole world” he turn back to lay on your chest “And have the best boobs to sleep on”
You giggle as his head lifts up and his hand comes up to pat your boobs in order to get comfortable before he lays back down again. Arm slithering around your torso and within seconds he’s gone quiet
“Siri?” you lean forward "Siri?" you ask again then realise he's finally passed out, and is smiling like an idiot into your chest 
You gently rock him off and replace yourself with a pillow briefly. Briefly being the main word as you quickly slip out of bed and kneel down at his drawer. You take a deep breath before opening it, and sure thing there is a black velvet box tucked away in the back. 
You bite your lip, grasping bringing it into the light so you could see it clearer. Again you take a second before flicking it open with your thumbs, grinning so wide your nose scrunches up when you see the ring and your heart bounces around the room 
Come morning he wouldn’t remember much, only moments like you brushing his teeth and his head being between your legs, to which you would laugh at his brains priorities on the second.
You wouldn’t tell him that you already knew, nor that you had seen the ring and technically already agreed to be his wife…and, you guessed, husband as well. No. You would listen to the beautifully crafted speech by the lake, in your best outfit, from the man you loved and it would make you cry happy tears. And then he would ask that all important question. To which you, of course, would say yes
But for now you sat there, admiring the ring for a few a little while, before putting it back exactly where you found it and closing the drawer.
You were positively glowing as you made your way back into bed with Sirius once more. Replacing pillow with yourself and watching Sirius instantly cuddle back into you, humming as he does 
You hold him tightly and press a lingering kiss to his hair, then whisper
“Goodnight Siri. I love you and I can’t wait to officially be your future…” you giggle “…your future husband tomorrow”
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Thank you for reading ♡
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Random Turtle HC: Raph & Anxiety
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*clears throat and approaches microphone before hitting whiteboard with a ruler* A-HEM! Behold my theories peasants!
As we see expresses in the VERY 1st episode of ROTTMNT, the turtles can recognize each others signature scents and can smell fear.
Raph especially is shown briefly through the brothers dialogue to be the most aware and self conscious about said scent to the point of becoming defensive about it.
This leads me to believe that due to both natural biological olfactory senses and increased abilities due to mutation, the turtle brothers (with an advanced ability tipping to Raph due to his size and sensitivity) can actually smell the hormone cortisol.
WebMD defines cortisol as, “Your body’s main stress hormone. It works with certain parts of your brain to control your mood, motivation, and fear.”
Simply put, the turtle boys can literally smell fear.
Now I know you’re asking yourself, “Okaaaaaay cool fun fact I guess, what does that have to do anything with me?”
*takes a step back and adjust glasses with a smirk*
My dear dear fellow tumblr, allow me to share the wonders of mixing fact, madness and media all in one! *sounds of maniacal cackling can be heard*
(I wrote this with the intent to be platonic but it could be romantic if you squint long enough)
•So we've established Raph can smell fear right?
•As a protective big brother who is quite literally in fact “BIG” he knows a thing or two about getting scared
• Especially when it comes to looking out for people he cares about
•Hes been fighting baddies for his family since he was a tot! From keeping away scary dreams at night, from crushed ancient metal zombies to terrifying alien virus monsters, there ain't much he hasn't seen
•So when you join the ranks of the Mad Dogz, you immediately also get a built in prtoector
•Raphs been looking out for the little guys his whole life, what's one more?
•Not to mention you're kinda cute, so he doesn't mind sticking around a little bit closer
•But you're different than most folks, Raph notices. I mean besides the fact that you WILLING want to be friends with 4 mutant turtles of all things.
•No besides your abnormal incredible bravery in looking beyond the status quo to reach out the hand of friendship to these reckless reptiles, Raph noticed that you just kind of…smelled
•Not in a bad way or anything just…you always seemed to have a lingering scent of fear on you
•And Raph would know. Hed recognize that scent anywhere. It's a scent that ghosts every hour of every day for him. Nighttime and being alone especially.
•Raph hates being scared. He's the biggest and the oldest. He's supposed to look after his peeps! And he can't do that if he's frozen with fear all the time!
•So what does he do? Raph faces the problem head on like he always do.
•You get scared a lot. That's understandable, but Raph decides to make it his business that you don't need to be scared when he's around.
•Raph’ll protect ya
•Be prepared to have this turtle subtly (orrer not to much so because although he's a ninja he ain't exactly tactful or subtle) watching you every time you and the gang get all together
•Its not hard. You've always caught his attention for some reason or another. So looking at you is something he does without even realizing it.
•He’s looking for triggers, anything that gets that heart rate of yours spiking and that scent start to waft.
•Fidgeting hands, bouncing knees, shutting down and slinking into your hoodie, nervous chewing, pulling or playing with your hair and pacing, he's got eyes on it all.
•Once a trigger has been spotted, Raph immediately tries to locate the source
•Too many people? Suddenly you find a 6ft something giant turtle behind you, letting you know with his massive presence alone that he got your back. Literally.
•He kinda likes this position because he can see everyone that comes close enough to interact with you and everybody can see him.
•All he's got to do is narrow his eyes a little a give em a flash of that all too familiar snaggle tooth of his if he thinks someone's being mean and he gets his unspoken threat across just fine
•Not to mention you're also close enough to grab if someone he doesn't deem fit for your attention gets a little too close for his liking. But he doesn't say that part out loud.
•Scared of talking? You suddenly feel the cool tip of his massive scaely alligator tail (anatomically correct alligator tail be darned, I'm going with the fandoms HCs for this one) gently wrapping around your ankle as a physical reminder that he's right there here to support you
•Overwhelmed and the world feels like it's closing in on you? Raphs massive size is a natural battering ram that allows him to pass through thick crowds with easy. He's not afraid to help heard you into a quiet little corner away from it all
•Years of practice with Donnie allows him the experience to ask you if you're good with touch.
•If yes, you know you're going to be instantly wrapped into his arms, pulled flushed up against the worn keratin of his plastron. Raph’s always been more of “hands-on experience” kinda of guy anyway.
•Raph gives good hugs. They're firm and tight, padded with the security of arms who have been holding the weight of the world for years.
•He will rest his chin on top of your head, gently guiding your head with the motion ever so slightly so you're somehow perfectly nestled right against his heart.
•It's a loud heart, especially when you're up so close. It's actually his strongest muscle and one he's most proud of. He cares about you, so he reckons he’ll allow you the privilege of getting close to it. In more ways than one.
•Raph doesn't talk much during these special security hugs. He's never really been much good with words anyways. Raph knows sometimes the noise can be too much, but he also knows that the silence can be defeaning. So being a turtle comes with some built in perks that make up a happy medium.
•Hes got a special churr saved for special situations just like this one. It's one of the lowest and deepest ones he's capable of making. More akin to a muted growl more than anything the way it vibrates his chest as you're pressed up against it. You can feel it more than hear it and it just takes a handful of minutes listening to this bad boy before Raph can sense your fear stink slowly dissipating and your natural sweet scent can return.
•Raph can smell fear, and there's something incredibly humbling for this Atlas of a turtle to have the sweet experience of watching that scent drift away whenever he gets the privilege of being close to you like this.
•”You don't need to be scared no more, Sweet Pea. Raph’s got ya. I'm gonna be right here until you're ready to face the world again. Until then, let me just hold ya.”
Dedicated to the one and only @anobodyinabog. Sorry this took so long,but I hope your day gets better Shortcake. Please know you're always looked out for and loved ok? 🧡❤️
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sugar-omi · 9 months
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Could I please request hc or a drabble about Cove as a new parent with a female MC? Thank you! ❤️
its your lucky day (aka you've asked smth ive been thinking abt for days LOL) bc ive written hc's and drabbles <333 although mostly messy hc's that are in no coherent order also I think I will come back n write more coherent n specific scenarios bc I have sm thoughts on cove through parenthood.... pls tysm for this ask I hope it's satisfactory bc i wrote in order of my thoughts LOL
tags : fluff, AFAB reader, after step 3/wedding dlc, "options" for 1 or 2 babes (if you hc triplets im praying for u🙏), no gender mention of the babe/s, birth surrogacy n adoption are up for imagination but pregnancy/surrogacy is most implied altho i think you could imagine adopting a baby before they're born bc ik some ppl do that
synopsis : how cove acts when you have your first kid & a bit on how he is raising them with you <3
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many many candid shots of cove holding the baby
PLEASE tell me someone recorded near the end of the birth/when they brought you the babe
he's crying. no matter what he's crying his fuckin eyes out
if you're giving birth please either have him wait outside n come in to cut the cord at the end bc he might faint
if you do have him in the room he'll be on his best behavior. will try his best not to worry too much bc he knows it could stress you out
(I'm thinking abt this video I saw where the wife said her husband fainted n fell back into this rolly office chair n just rolled to the back of the room into the dark side (it was apparently a long room lollll))
if you're in for a long labor or it's pretty short he's more calm bc either it's over before he can freak out or it's so fuckin long he's over it LOL
he's more of a solid, physical support than anything else because he's not too good with words but also he dosn't want you to feel pressured, annoyed, or smth with constant "you got this!" "its okay!" as you're pushing out a whole human, its not a simple task
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COVE: so little... COVE: (looks at his mom/dad) are they supposed to be this small? (watery laugh)
is very scared to hold the babe, he's a big guy, with or without the muscles so he's always gentle with them even once they get bigger
definitely texts his dad during the pregnancy/surrogacy/adoption process "I hope i can be a good dad like you"
cliff getting a text from cove at 3am: "ty for raising me idk how you did it omg"
cliff is crying n flying over there immediately
!!!! if you need someone to help you adjust cliff is on the fuckin way!!! you can't even finish asking bc he's alrdy here, whatever you need guys!!!!
but if you want to be alone to bond w the babe or you hire a professional to help with the transition then he or your moms will come over and clean up, prepare food, and allows you to come home and not worry about getting things done.
dies if the kid has his hair color or eyes, like at first he just finds it crazy that he's a dad n that he has a lil spawn of his own
also lots of pictures of cliff playing w the babe/s
we all know cove can be lazy with his hair, but he doesn't want his kid going to school w crazy hair so he learns
at first it looks like a mess
n if you keep your hair short or can only do smth simple, its time to call your ma or lee for help LOL
imagine cove standing by your ma as she's showing him how to braid... so sweet
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cove is tip-toeing through the house, trying to shake off his outside clothes quietly and when he walks back into the room after brushing his teeth he's greeted with the sweet sound of his baby's giggle
you are sound asleep.
you and the other babe are sound asleep.
he shushes the baby, easing himself into the bed. suddenly he thinks that spending all that money on this big bed was worth it, especially with the way his achy body sinks into it.
"cove?..."
he reaches over the babe/s. "sorry.. did I wake you?"
you hum, it's not a yes or a no, just a sleepy sound and he laughs at how out of it you are even though you're trying to fight it, stroking your face and carding his fingers through your hair.
"I love you.. thank you." he whispers. this moment is so delicate. he worries a bit that if he speaks too loud it'll be gone and he'll wake up in his teenage bedroom, staring at the bottom of his scratched up bunk bed.
"f'what?" you blink slowly.
"for everything..." he grins softly, thinking about that night
of your wedding, when you told him you wanted kids with him.
after the ORCA fundraiser dinner, when you asked him if he imagined having kids with you.
"we made it. that future we talked about..."
you smile softly, more awake now. "thanks for making it with me."
he laughs, muffins his face in the pillow and resting a hand on the baby, willing them not to wake. "how can you thank me for that?"
you grin, more sleepy than anything but still full of mischief.
"how can you thank me for getting me pregnant?" you giggle at your husband's flustered face.
"how can you thank me for being here like I promised years later?" you tease, bringing up night of the fundraiser.
cove flushes, burying his face in the babies hair instead of answering you.
he puts an arm around you, careful of the little one/s between you. "just go to bed..."
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gb lady said cove is sahd material.....
omg he makes them lunch always, or he at least helps you make lunch because his cooking skills are a bit limited and they'd prbly have star shaped sandwiches and applesauce everyday
HE HAS A THING TO PUT THE BABE IN WHILE HE DOES HOUSE SHIT
your kids are definitely cuddles bc of him, he always picks em up, and if he doesn't have a carrier than he'll make a makeshift one out of a blanket.
omg imagine him and the kid/s at the dining table crying tryna figure out the homework
"its getting worse y/n!!!" "what the fuck is common core math?!" "babe call the teacher, something is missing here..."
if you're bad at math or smth too than you're all fucked n your kid/s AND COVE are facetiming his dad for a long distance tutoring lesson
he's reading them books every night
HE gets upset when it doesn't happen
"babe we gotta turn around, I only read them 5 books we're gonna be gone 6 nights."
FaceTime them every night you're away just the two of u
falls asleep w the kids in the weirdest positions
why is there a princess crown on his head and where did the face paint come from????
spoils the kid/kids. you're gonna go bankrupt please stop!!!
when your kid/s finally graduate n move out on their own, he thanks his dad for raising him and teaching him how to be the best dad.
also thanks you for just being amazing n reassuring him whenever he worried abt doing something wrong
if you have more than 1, he's a master by baby 2/3
COVE: (holding fresh baby, whispering) ....why is it so red
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raising you kid/s w cove is tough at first, cove worries about doing some wrong or failing as a parent.
and he did eventually admit he was worried about raising his kid/s in a "broken" home. his parents did their best! and he loves them, but the split was hard for him and he doesn't want them to go through the same feelings.
every day is a new experience in your house to say the least
I imagine it's filled w lots of worry, love, and tears
COVE N HIS KID/S HAVE A CRY COUNT
(cove is losing somehow?! he's been out crybaby-ed)
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luxtout · 4 months
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Flames Unveiled (Chapter 8- More Devine Than Wine) Aegon II Targaryen X (Bastard Velaryon) Reader X Aemond Targaryen
Summary: After six years living away from Kings Landing, you and your family are summoned back, for reasons unknown. Your mother, Rhaenyra, has different plans for you. You swore to always protect your family, but at what cost?
Warning: References to / sexual content (18+), injuries, cursing, drinking, fights, angst
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Tagged: @faesspace @a-beaverhausen
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The morning after the feast left you in a fragile state. Your overindulgence in wine had left its mark as you lay on your bed, your stomach facing the ceiling while Mara went to fetch tea for you.
"Princess, sip on the tea while I start your bath," Mara's voice echoed too loudly as she closed your bedchamber doors.
"Mara, I appreciate your kindness, but please be a little less... loud," you murmured, rubbing your temples and rising to your feet. Your nightgown clung to your body, the open window allowing warm air into the room. Today was the tourney, and the heat was almost unbearable.
Lifting the teacup to your lips, you listened to the birds chirping in the trees. "The bath is ready."
Setting the cup down, you shed your nightgown and stepped into the tub. The water was hot but felt heavenly as Mara wet your hair, applying oils and soaps to your scalp, gently scrubbing.
The door opened, revealing your mother.
"We no longer knock?" You raised an eyebrow, a small smirk forming as your mother smiled at you.
"I just wished to let you know that Cregan Stark requested your presence in the courtyard," Rhaenyra's smile widened as she noticed your face light up.
"Oh, okay, I'll meet him once I'm finished," you blushed, looking up at Mara, "Can you... um... hurry?"
Mara nodded, scrubbing faster. Rhaenyra sighed, pacing the room toward your wardrobe, "You don't need to rush, though... How about this dress? It would be perfect, wouldn't it?"
You turned to see the ruby red dress, a sweetheart neckline with gold embroidery. Your mother pulled it from your wardrobe, laying it on your bed, instructing Mara to leave your hair down.
Mara agreed, helping you out of the tub and wrapping you in a towel. Rhaenyra hummed as she looked out the window, while Mara dressed you.
Your hair by then was damp. Rhaenyra instructed Mara to leave, telling her she could finish getting you ready. She brushed through your waves, humming the songs she used to sing to you when you were little. Your headache slowly dissipated as you relaxed to your mother's soft voice.
"Okay, let's have a look at you," Rhaenyra smiled, inspecting you through the mirror. You smiled back, feeling much simpler than the previous night. You adjusted the tight sleeves, smoothing down the skirts. "You look perfect, don't fret."
She escorted you to the courtyard, and there was no need to search for Cregan Stark. He stood out, almost pitifully, a wolf amid dragons. Northern men typically dressed in layers of clothes and furs, yet Cregan wore a thin cotton long sleeve under a leathered vest.
"Princess," he nodded to your mother before focusing on you, "Princess."
"Lord Stark," you smiled, feeling your mother's departure from your company. "I must admit, I was a bit surprised by your request to see me."
"Was I too eager? Did my request catch you off guard?" He smiled, guiding you down the cobblestone walkway.
"No, I was awake. I suppose I overindulged in spirits last night," you chuckled, glancing up quickly. "Although, I don't typically drink that much..."
Cregan laughed as you attempted to explain, "Don't worry, princess. In the North, you have to drink to stay warm. If you don't, one trip during the winter would leave you frozen."
Laughter bubbled from your lips as you both rounded the corner. Lords and ladies respectfully made way as you walked, although the added attention wasn't something you particularly enjoyed. Cregan walked beside you, his hand hovering near the small of your back, guiding you through the crowds.
"Lord Stark—"
"You can call me Cregan," he offered, waiting for your response.
"Cregan... Your sigil, it's a direwolf, correct?" You furrowed your brow, recalling the simplest lesson your Septa had taught you. "Have you ever seen one before?"
Cregan smiled, gazing ahead as he answered, "Yes, I have. There aren't many that venture south of the Wall. I consider myself fortunate to have seen one."
You hummed, nudging a pebble on the ground. "I wish to see one before the last of them return north."
The wind picked up, tousling your hair as you looked skyward to a cloudless sky. The clash of metal caught your attention, leading you both around the corner to witness two men engaged in a brutal fight, both sporting silver locks.
Their battle was fierce, each blow appearing painful. Now you understood why your brothers often showed up to supper with bruises. Aegon glanced up briefly, his eyes scanning your figure next to Cregan, who had a protective hand over you. Aemond, however, paid no attention, taking advantage of the distraction to strike Aegon in the back.
"Let's go this way, Y/N," Cregan whispered, guiding you away from the pair. It fell silent for a moment, the clashing sounds growing fainter as you reached the edge of the walkway overlooking the Blackwater. The water was calm, waves lapping over the rocks, and the cold breeze played with the fabric of your skirts.
"When should I bring you back?" Cregan asked, gazing out to the horizon. "You must need to get ready for the tourney."
You hummed, interlocking your hands in front of you. "I shouldn't be late, like I was last night."
Cregan smiled softly, extending his hand. "I shall escort you back, just in case you get lost on your way."
His hand felt warm against your skin as you clasped it in yours. Cregan was a sweet man and seemed the best choice for your hand. If you were honest, he provided a welcome distraction from your uncles. Spending more time with either of them felt dangerous. Cregan's grip softened as you entered the castle walls, and he kissed your hand before parting ways. You walked briskly to your room, leaning against the door once you closed it.
"Cregan's grip softened as you entered the castle walls, and he kissed your hand before departing. You walked quickly to your room, leaning against the door as you closed it.
"Back from your walk, niece?" A scream escaped your mouth as you turned to see Aemond sitting at your table.
"What are you doing in here?" You whispered harshly, stepping toward the table but keeping your distance.
"Did I come at the wrong time?" He smirked, rising from the chair and hovering over you, trapping you between himself and the table.
"I was just... answer my question." You straightened your back, trying to appear tall but failing.
His hand gripped your cheek. "I wanted to check on you before... You looked beautiful last night."
Heat rushed to your cheeks, and you tried to quell your nerves. "Then why didn't you say that last night?"
Aemond's eyebrows raised. "You weren't in the mood for such... flattery." His hand pulled your head closer, his lips grazing yours, awaiting your response."
"I find it strange how you wish to be this close to me," Your eyes glossed over his eye, "Do you have any other intensions, uncle?"
Aemond's lips crashed onto yours, gripping at the nape of your neck. Your hand rested against the back of the table, trying to steady yourself as Aemond pushed forward, his hips pressed against yours. Lips danced whist your tongues fought for dominance, in which he won. His hand pulled you closer, lifting your leg, his nails dug into your flesh earning a soft gasp from you.
"Aemond..." You gasped, feeling his hand move higher on your thigh. You felt a tightening in your stomach as he inched closer to your core. "Aemond, we mustn't go this far."
Aemond's body tensed, glaring at you before scoffing. "I will not keep you, niece."
His hands shoved off of you, as if you were poisonous, leaving your room in a puff. Your skirt was hiked up, your hair was a mess, and you felt a certain slick from between your legs. Frustration filled your veins as you stripped from your dress, wearing a gold and red dress, the same style as the one you were already wearing.
You braided the top half of your hair like a crown, brushing out your waves before stepping out of your room.
"Y/N!" Helaena's voice echoed down the hall. She rushed towards you, clutching her skirts, and enveloped you in a hug. "I heard about this morning."
Your throat tightened. "What do you mean?"
Helaena whispered, her eyes twinkling, "Cregan Stark. The Wolf of the North!"
You exhaled shakily. "Oh, yes... He's a very pleasant man... Kind and... quite handsome."
Helaena beamed as you both strolled down to the carriages. Outside, you noticed Aemond, Aegon, Jace, and Luke all waiting.
"Are they making us all arrive together?" You asked, wrinkling your nose and avoiding eye contact with your uncles.
"Unfortunately," Jace replied, his gaze shifting from Aegon to Aemond. Aegon scoffed and spun on his heels, attempting to disengage.
Slowly, a carriage arrived, spacious enough for all of you. Helaena practically dragged you inside before anyone else could join. Once everyone squeezed in, the carriage set off for the tourney grounds. Helaena sat to your left, Jace and Luke to your right. Across from you were Aegon and Aemond, both seemingly disinterested, trying to avoid catching anyone's eye, although you felt Aegon's gaze, his eyes already hazy.
When the carriage stopped, Aemond and Aegon were the first to leave, disappearing to take their places in the viewing box. Jace and Luke waited for you and Helaena, extending their hands to escort you both inside. As you reached your seats, the sounds of cheers erupted from the arena.
The King and Queen sat in the center, with your mother and Daemon on the King's side, and the Hand of the King on the Queen's side. Below them, the children and grandchildren sat closest to the action. Aegon and Aemond were already seated, Aegon somehow managing to find wine and already onto his third cup. Helaena sat next to Aemond, and you followed next to her. The wind picked up, clouds starting to block the sun.
The King stood, but everyone remained seated. "Welcome! Though the weather seems to not be so forgiving, I will make simple work of this speech: May the best man win!"
Cheers erupted as the men rode out on their horses. Truthfully, you didn't care much for tourneys—the bloodshed and bad sportsmanship didn't appeal to you. Helaena held her favor on her lap, as did you. Your flowers were a sorry sight, dried and brittle, red roses and small white petals woven into the stems.
The first match was between men from House Tully and House Baratheon. They exchanged jests before standing on opposite sides, charging at each other until their jousting pole snapped. Helaena jumped as the man from House Tully fell, spitting blood and lying on the ground. You noticed Aemond grabbing her hand, offering a slight rub in comfort.
Next were House Arryn and House Lannister. Both men circled around, receiving cheers from the crowd. The man from House Lannister requested your mother's favor. She sighed, getting up to throw it over the pole, earning a teasing smile from you as she gripped your shoulder.
Thunder rumbled overhead, as if a dragon was about to strike. You turned to your grandsire, who shifted uneasily in his seat, blood trickling from his nose. Lightning struck, startling the horses and the crowd. The Queen called for all carriages to be prepared, holding onto the King and tending to his nosebleed. Rhaenyra and Daemon assisted as they left the area. The wind whipped around the top of the tent, tearing it slightly as the rain pelted down, stinging your skin.
"Helaena, go find a carriage," you instructed, taking one last look at the tourney grounds before another lightning bolt struck the ground. Jace grabbed your hand, pulling you away from the opening. The wind intensified, nearly knocking Helaena over as women struggled with their dresses clinging to their legs. Aemond steadied his sister and guided her toward a carriage. Jace and Luke dashed to another, everyone scrambling into different carriages than they had arrived in.
"Help!" A woman's cry rang out from behind, causing you to halt. "Help!"
Struggling against the wind, you found a woman trapped beneath a wooden pillar. Her leg was pinned, and she was covered in mud.
"I'll help you, just give me a moment..." You panted, looking around for assistance, but there was no one nearby. You gripped the wooden pillar, trying to lift it, but it was too heavy. The woman cried out in pain as you strained, unable to lift it enough for her to free herself.
"Please! Don't leave me, princess!" the woman begged, rain pelting down harder as thunder and lightning grew closer and louder.
"I'll try again," you panted, your hands now covered in mud and blood as you struggled to maintain your grip. The wood cut into your hands as you strained, attempting to lift it. With a lighter second tug, the woman managed to crawl out and escape.
"Thank you! Thank you both!" she exclaimed, kneeling briefly before bolting away. As you turned, you found Aegon behind you, his clothes soaked and covered in mud. He gripped your arm as debris flew around.
There were no more carriages, and the horses posed too much risk. Aegon guided you down a narrow road, attempting to follow the path, but falling debris nearly rendered you unconscious.
"Aegon, we have to find somewhere safe. We don't know when the storm will pass, and walking back isn't an option," you pleaded, attempting to wipe the mud from your face. Aegon glanced longingly back toward the Keep before tugging you down the road again.
He pulled hard, maneuvering you over debris to ensure your safety, even as your hands felt raw. Lightning struck a nearby home, sending sparks and flames forward. Aegon hesitated momentarily before rushing forward. The streets began to flood, and you tried to hold your skirts above the water. The Keep was nearby, but the carriages were behind the walls, the gates closing.
"Aegon... The gates are closed; we'll have to go around," your voice struggled to be heard amidst the cacophony of screams and chaos.
"Come on," he guided you between buildings, gripping your hips to navigate past loose horses. The storm ravaged everything in its path. Your legs ached, and when you couldn't jump, Aegon lifted you.
Soaked, covered in mud, and in pain, you both reached the Keep. No guards noticed as you tracked mud into the main stairwell, listening to the Queen and Rhaenyra's frantic shouts.
"What do you mean they weren't in a carriage?"
"Where in the Seven Hells would they be?" Your mother's voice echoed with worry. "Daemon, please go out and find them."
Aegon released your hand as you solemnly stepped into view. Mud caked your wet skirts, your hair was completely soaked, and your hands were red and raw.
At your side stood Aegon, his hair just as wet, mud staining his clothes and boots. His face was pale, dark circles under his eyes indicating exhaustion. When he spoke, his voice was tinged with annoyance, "No need."
Rhaenyra's heart sank as she noticed your state, quickly ushering you to your room. Although you wanted to turn around and thank Aegon, he was gone, his footprints leading up the stairs to his bedchambers.
"My dear, when I found out you were still out there, I..." Your mother stammered, gently brushing warm water over your skin. She immediately ordered a bath to be prepared for you, which you welcomed gratefully.
"Mother, may I have a moment to myself? I just want to relax a bit," you requested, smiling as you rubbed the dirt from your face.
Rhaenyra nodded, leaving the room swiftly. It was midday, and the storm showed no signs of abating. Tree branches crashed against windows, and the wind howled outside. After finishing your bath, you dressed in a simple gold gown.
You paced your room, the sound of your shoes tapping against the floor echoing in the silence. A sense of unease settled in your stomach, compelling you to make a right decision. Despite trying to resist, you found yourself standing at the entrance to Aegon's bedchamber.
No guards were in sight, and an off-putting feeling came over you as your hand rose to knock three times on the door. The other side remained quiet, leading you to believe that Aegon might not be there. Perhaps he had left the Keep and gone to Flea Bottom? But no, the storm was still raging. Could he be drinking in the kitchens? Or maybe... he was with his wife.
The thought of his wife left a bitter taste in your mouth, though you couldn't discern why. After a brief pause with no response, you turned to leave, but just as you did, the door squeaked open.
"Alora?" Aegon's groggy voice came from behind you. You hesitantly turned around, taking in his disheveled appearance. It had only been a few hours since you were separated, yet he seemed worse for wear. He had cleaned off the mud, wearing a white formal shirt and black pants, his boots on but untied.
"Oh, Aegon," you stammered, fidgeting with your hands. Aegon watched with a bored expression, scratching his chin as he leaned against the doorframe. "I just wanted to thank you. You didn't need to come back for me, but you did."
Aegon pursed his lips, nodding absentmindedly. "Want some wine?"
His unexpected question caught you off guard, but you nodded and followed him into his chambers. The room was darker and messier than any you had seen before. Pitchers of wine were strewn about, and Aegon shut the door behind you, pouring a glass and pushing it toward you.
"Why did you truly come here, niece?" Aegon asked, pouring his own wine.
You raised your glass to your lips, sipping slowly before swallowing. "Just as I said, to thank you."
"To thank me..." Aegon mocked, circling around to sit on the foot of his bed. "You could have thanked me at any other time. Coming to my chambers in the evening seems quite... odd."
His eyes tried to probe into yours, but you refused to let him unsettle you. "And why did you request I come in for wine, uncle? Did you wish to keep my company?"
A small smile tugged at his lips as you leaned against his table, taking another sip of your wine. He tapped his foot against the bed, his hazy eyes glancing at the ground, clearly already drunk.
"Y/N, you look quite beautiful," he said, his voice coarse as he slowly looked up. To say you were shocked would be an understatement; Aegon never said anything nice to you.
"That's how I know you're drunk," you scoffed, placing your glass on the table. "Do you have anything else to do besides drink and give me... false hope?"
Aegon's expression twisted. "False hope? I try to be nice, and that isn't good enough for you? You constantly put me down, but trust me, if I wanted to harm you, I could."
You remained leaning against the table, arms crossed over your chest. "Is that so?"
Aegon gulped down his wine, then hurled the glass across the room, making you jump. "I could ruin you. I could tell everyone about Flea Bottom or spill about Aemond. I could lie to them all."
His face loomed closer to yours, making you straighten your back. "Then why haven't you? Why not tell them about last night too? Or are you afraid of getting in trouble for corrupting your dear niece?"
Aegon drew nearer, his voice taunting, "I haven't corrupted you yet, niece."
"Is that so?"
"You'd know what it feels like to be corrupted by me..." His breath tickled your lips, the closeness unnerving. He teased, his body pressing against yours, trapping you against the table. "Is that what you want?"
Your lips met his before he could utter another word. Your hands tangled in his hair, granting better access as he groaned. His grip tightened around your waist, his lips moving in sync with yours as he gasped. When you pulled away, both of you were left panting. Aegon glared at you, brimming with lust and devotion.
"Is that how you corrupt..." Your words faded as Aegon's lips crashed back onto yours, biting your bottom lip so hard it drew blood. A soft moan escaped your lips, prompting Aegon to lift you up, clearing the table and settling you on it. His hands explored the back of your head, tugging at your hair as he kissed down your jawline, reaching your collarbone.
"Aegon..." You exhaled, moaning softly as he traced back up to your mouth, kissing you fervently as his hands wandered down to your legs. He paused, slowly moving to the hem of your dress. You gasped as his calloused hands glided upward.
"Aegon..." Your voice quivered as he gazed into your eyes, his own dark with intensity. He caressed your thighs, his voice low. "I could make you feel good... I could make you feel like you're riding a dragon... Would you like that?"
His hand moved closer up, rubbing in circles until he got close to your entrance. He waited for a response, slowly moving his lips to your neck. "I... Okay..."
That's all Aegon needed to hear before he attacked your lips once more, licking your bottom lip for entrance. You opened, your tongues danced as you felt his finger slide up against your folds, making your body shake. Your hands moved to Aegon's shoulders; your kisses faltered as Aegon coated his finger in your juices.
"So nice and wet... Is that all for me?" He purred in your ear, his finger worked at rubbing your clit. Your moan filled Aegon with pleasure as he quickened his pace, "Does that feel good?"
Another moan escaped from your lips; your hips buckled at his touch, slowly sliding a finger into you. "Aegon..." You moaned softly, leaning your head on the crook of his neck as he pumped his finger in and out. You found this surreal, moaning and panting your uncles name as he fucked you with his fingers.
"So nice and tight... But I think you can fit another in there..." He breathed against your neck, adding another digit into your warmth. Lude sounds erupted as he fastened his pace, each pump earned a squeal from you, and that drove Aegon further.
Your leg wrapped around Aegon's hips as he added another finger, pumping and blocking your moans with his lips. Your nails dug into him as he pumped faster with one hand and rubbed your clit with the other. Your mind became flooded, earning bites from Aegon as he worked from your neck and down your collar.
"Do you like that Y/N?" He whispered, earning a moan from your lips, "I need words, love."
You leaned into his ears, "Yes... I like it."
This earned a growl from him, as he squeezed in another finger pumping fast and working at your clit. You felt a twist in your core as he continued, and Aegon would feel you tighten around his fingers. "You are close aren't you?"
His hands moved in ungodly speeds, as you nodded, digging your nails into his shoulder. He moved his fingers upwards inside you, curling them up and down causing you to peak faster. Your legs shook and eyes fluttered as you became undone, and Aegon's actions slowed, the both of you trying to catch your breaths. Aegon pulled his fingers out, making eye contact with you as he licked them clean.
Once he pulled away, you could taste yourself on his lips and tongue. Your hands slowly dropped to your sides as he stepped back.
"There. Do you feel corrupted now? Or shall we go further?" Aegon smirked, retreating to pour himself more wine. As you adjusted your skirts, you noticed his eyes never left your body, observing your descent from the table to your feet.
"I..." You began, but embarrassment flushed your cheeks, leaving the sentence incomplete. "Was that a joke to you?"
Aegon sucked air through his teeth, "It started that way, but dear niece, you taste divine."
Your face reddened as Aegon drew you into an embrace. "Aegon, please be serious."
Aegon chuckled, "I am. I've tasted many a whore, but none compared to you."
"Is that supposed to be a compliment?" You smirked, leaning into his arms, eliciting a hum from Aegon. But then the thought of Helaena struck you. "Wait... This isn't fair to Helaena."
Aegon rolled his eyes as you pushed him away. "I doubt she would mind."
The feeling of guilt consumed you as you walked towards the door, closing it behind you without another word. Your legs carried you throughout the castle in an attempt to clear your mind until you heard muffled moans.
Quickly hiding behind a wall, you witnessed two people engaged in passionate intimacy. You were near the kitchens, close to the servants' quarters, far from any guarded areas. The pair was fervently entwined near sacks of food, their actions echoed throughout the room. You turned the corner to see who it was, only to immediately regret it.
It was Helaena, her eyes closed, body moving with each thrust against the wall, while behind her stood her paramour.
Aemond.
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— hiraeth —
Warnings: fluff, a bit of angst, tiny bit of miscommunication
Summary: The view of the sunset from your floor kept bringing Bucky back to you.
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader
Word Count: 1.2k
A/N: Wrote this and edited it. Goodnight.
*the feeling of being homesick for a home one is not able to return to; homesickness pertaining to a home that never was*
You never realised the way the sun settled itself in between the two buildings, lodged between them perfectly as if it was always supposed to be there. During sunset, it would slowly make its way down the buildings, reflecting in the windows to glare into your floor in the Tower. The warm hues of the sun poured into your room like honey at dawn. You tended to bask in the light for a few minutes before pulling your tired body out of bed and the comforts of your blankets. 
You only noticed the coincident position of the sun when Bucky had pointed it out to you with an outstretched arm, metal finger glinting as he pointed and used it to outline the spherical shape of the sun. Perfect view he had said with a crooked grin, circling his finger once more before dropping it. You had shook your head and told him you never even noticed. He had shrugged and told you it was alright, that sometimes you just needed a new perspective. He had a way with little details, pointing out a crack in the tile that was shaped like a heart or a butterfly with a spot that seemed to form an outline of a star. 
Your friendship grew and blossomed the more time you two spent together. He would end up in your apartment at dawn, sprawled on the couch you had gotten just because of his fascination of watching the sun set. His hand would always stretch out and a finger would trace out the sun. You found yourself sitting next to him the second time he ditched the movie playing in the living room to watch the sun set. Slowly it became a tradition for Bucky to come into your apartment floor and watch the sun set between the buildings. 
It started off as a weekly occurrence. You had granted him full access to everything on your floor, apart from your art studio, and he was thankful for the permission. He was a bit reluctant to use your floor, but steadily started showing up as he pleased. Sometimes you would get back from a late night at the lab and find him staring at the sun kissing horizon or dozing off in your living room. It started becoming a daily occurrence and you were sure Bucky was spending more time in your apartment than his own. 
You had seen his apartment; the plain walls, couch, and mattress making your heart ache for him. The emptiness of the floor made you want to cry for him, empathize, but he had merely walked into his closet and grabbed his sweater. He deliberately changed the subject when you had tried to bring the minimalist layout of the floor, sending you a quick smile that pained your heart even more; it was missing in his eyes. 
You were dancing around an idea—an idea that was either genius or stupid, no bits in between—that you had yet to form into a sentence. The thought seemed like a good one when it first came to you, seeing Bucky walk into your apartment with an ease that made your insides warm. He had lounging gear on, sweatpants and a short-sleeved shirt, and was brushing his hair back with a quick sweep of his hands. He had glanced over at you in the kitchen nursing a mug of tea, grinning and letting out a good morning, doll. 
It had been months since then and you still hadn’t found the courage to ask Bucky your burning question. You were going to ask. You were. 
“Bucky?” You called out, turning your head to look at the blue-eyed man beside you. His eyes were trained on the sun, a low hum emitting from his throat as he adjusted his arm to be thrown behind you on the couch. You waited for his eyes to flicker to your face once before continuing. 
“I was thinking,” you started, nervously wringing your hands together on your lap and looking at them, “you spend so much time here. In my apartment, on this floor, I mean. I was wondering, if it wasn’t too much to ask, I would like… I mean, it’s not like you have to, but I would like it if you just—”
“Shit, I’m so sorry, Y/N,” Bucky cut in hurriedly, eyes wide and frantically flicking around. “I didn’t realize—I’m so sorry.”
“Wh—what? Why?” You were beyond confused at his reaction. 
“I shouldn’t’ve been coming  around so often. Of course, you wanted your space—shit. I’m so, so sorry, doll. I knew you were too sweet to say anything—I just—it sorta just became a habit to come here, I guess. I can—I can stop comin’ over everyday. I know it might’ve bit much so—”
“Bucky,” you interrupted gently, placing a hand over his knee to grab his full attention. His nervous eyes met yours almost instantly, his guilt clear in them, and his cheeks tinged pink with colour. 
“Doll, I’m—”
“Bucky,” you stressed, squeezing his knee to stop him from apologizing again, “that’s not what I was going to say.” Bucky’s eyes flooded with relief, eyebrows furrowing when he seemed to grasp the fact that he had no clue what you were going to say then. 
“Oh,” was all he could get out, the pink tinge in his cheeks getting darker. “Then—then what were you sayin’?”
“I was saying that you could move in, here, with me?” You withdrew your hand from his knee, noticing that it was still on him. Unconsciously, you wrung your fingers together and started fiddling with them, licking your lips. His lack of response was making you rethink the whole ordeal. Perhaps you should have kept that thought locked away, hidden from the tip of your tongue. Maybe your floor didn’t mean as much as you thought it did to him. 
“I mean, it's your choice. You just seem comfortable. At ease. I don't know. You don’t have to, but you seem to like it here more than anywhere else…” you trailed off, seeing his face break out into a grin. 
“Doll, I would love to move in with you,” he said, dropping his arm from the couch and weaving his fingers through yours to force your hands apart. He let his thumb brush over your fingertips, grasping your hand tightly in his and finally interlocking your pinkies. “I was thinking something too.”
“Were you?” You murmured, slightly disoriented by the way his other hand creeped up your calf and landed on your knee. He hummed, nodding as he looked down at your intertwined pinkies. He slowly unlocked your pinkies and laced your fingers together, lifting your conjoined hands and twisting them so that he would place a sweet kiss on your knuckles. 
“I was thinking, what if you become my home?” He let out a content sigh. His next words were carefully chosen, unhurriedly pouring out of him. “Wherever you are, home is. It’s not the apartment that brings me to ease, doll, it’s you.”
“Bucky.” You willed yourself not to cry. 
“‘M serious, doll. Be my girl.” He kissed your knuckle again. “Be my home.”
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tatakaetime07 · 2 years
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༘✶ ⋆。˚ ੈ♡mine,just mine e.m.
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A/n-Jealous Eddie is literally my favorite thing istg
Pairing: Eddie munson x Gn!Reader
Summary:After learning of a not so subtle suitor trying to ask you out,Eddie realises he needs to share his feeling before it's too late
Warnings:Cursing,jealousy,bit of angst that ends in fluff
Word count-936
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“Eds!”You shouted,making your way through the many people trying to get out the school doors.
“Ah,there's my favorite idiot.”Your long-haired friend teased while he turned to smirk at you.
“Says you.”You roll your eyes while chuckling.
He lightly punched your shoulder before narrowing his eyes at you ,he slung his arm around your shoulders.
“Someone seems happy today,what,did you finally get a date?”Eddie joked,but when you scoffed while blushing a little he started to feel little knots in his stomach.
“Actually..yeah.”While you were focused on trying to get out your car keys,Eddie's eyes almost bulged out.It wasn't that he couldn't believe you got asked out,no that wasn't it at all.
In fact,he was surprised on how little guys hit on you,but he guessed it helped that he was literally standing behind you glaring at any boy who approached you.The thing he was surprised about is that you actually seemed excited about it.He supposed he had no right to be jealous,due to you being just friends and nothing more,but that little green bug inside him didnt seem to think so.
He tried to play it off cool,cause,y'know that's how he was is.He wasn't some awkward middle schooler anymore who got jealous over the smallest things..sorta.
"You got asked out?Well,today must be a miracle."
"Oh shut up,I dont even know if I'll go."Eddie nonchalantly leaned on your car as he watched you get in.
"You don't?"
"Well,I mean the guy's cute but I don't know.Anyways,I'll call you later about it."You responded while shutting your car door and smugly looking up at Eddie.
"If anything,you seem a bit jelly Eddie."
Eddie felt his cheeks heat up as his heart hammered against his chest.Oh how he wanted to wipe that stupid look off your face..and then maybe make-out.
"As if.See ya,loser."He saluted while you just shook your head at him with a glimmer in your eye.
He watched as you drove out of the school parking lot before gripping the part of his shirt that covered where his heart.As if he was actually squeezing it.
"Pfft,jealous.Yea right."He mumbled under his breath.But he knew that he just had to do something.He didn't know what but y'know..thoughts take time.
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You stared at your mirror as you adjusted the outfit you had picked.Truth be told when the random guy from science asked you out to the theater later that night,you initially wanted to say no.Reason being you thought it would be unfair,why you ask?Well,you were currently in love with your best friend, Eddie Munson.But after so many years of giving him hint after hint,you thought maybe it was time to move on,and,besides you would never have the balls to actually confess anything to him anyway.
You jumped slightly when you heard a bang on your door.You were confused since you and your date agreed to meet up at the theater.And your parents were out of town.The only person it could be was him,but why would he be at your house?
You walked to the door suspiciously,looking through the doors peephole.You were surprised to see who it was,there standing outside in the rain was the boy you had fallen so hard far.
You immediately opened your door,motioning for him to come inside and out of the pouring rain,but he just stood still as he nervously shook his head.
"No,no,its fine I won't be here very long."You noticed how he shoved his hands into his pant pockets.You were starting to become worried.In all the years you knew him he had never turned up at 8 pm to just 'talk'.Something was up,and you couldn't help but crease your eyebrows.
"Eds what wrong-,"You started but Eddie quickly interrupted.
"I love you.Like,I'm in love with you."Eddie confessed as desperately tried to keep your gaze,you however were speechless.From what you knew Eddie only ever thought of you as a friend,so where was all of this coming from?Though,you had to admit the though that the thought of him actually liking you back made your heart go crazy,you honestly thought you were in a dream.
"Are you like..fuckin' with me..?"You asked,it was to good to be true.Eddie stared at you before letting out a laugh.He stepped towards you,gazing at you with a look of adoration.
"No,I think this is actually the most serious I've been in my life.I know your like supposed to be on a date and I know this is selfish of me,but I just couldn't sit thinking about you with some other dude."
You raised your hands,moving wet pieces of his hair out of his face,and then cupping his face with your palms,your faces being inches apart.
"So..this definitely isn't a joke?"He once again chuckled before laying his forehead against yours.
"Definitely not."
"Well then Eddie Munson,I'm in love with you too."You could just see the way his eyes lit up.
"Oh thank the lord."He sighed to no one in particular.You continued staring into each other's eyes while listening to the sound of the rain pelting onto the roof of your house.
You then felt as he lifted your chin upwards to him,and your heart had completely melted.
"Tell me the word and I'll stop."
You didn't,and with that he passionately pressed his lips against yours,you doing the same as you wrapped your arms around the back of his neck.
"God I love you."He muttered into your kiss.
You pulled back,making Eddie let out a little groan.
"I should probably cancel that date."
"Oh right,cause now you're mine,just mine."
"Yeah,yeah,whatever dingus."You both smiled before continuing with your little make-out session,later just ending up watching a movie together on your couch.Not before calling your science partner of course.
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jelliezellie · 10 months
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Hi! How are u? Would like to request a levi x fem!reader blind date fic. Like they always bickering w/ each other then there friends set them up. But on that particular date, reader is a bit emotional (frustrated about her feelings towards him) so she took levi's nasty comments by heart & levi is so guilty about it & started to be more soft & eventually admiting that he loves her nevertheless because u know, he can't express his emotions well so he ends up being mean to her.
Thankssss and pls take care...
I know this is late but here you go!!
Blind Date - Levi x Reader
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Connie and Sasha giggled as they took you to the restaurant. “You’ll have a lot of fun,” Connie teased. “The guy we picked for you to go out with is perfect for you.”
Sasha nodded quickly, giggling. “Yeah, I’m sure he’s super excited!” 
You smiled at them, a little skeptical of their excitement. Jean was tagging along behind, rolling his eyes at their teasing. “Alright, guys. Cut it out. You don’t want to be Captain Obvious and spoil who it is, right?”
Connie and Sasha snickered, then pointed to the restaurant. “Okay,” Connie said, adjusting your hair. “You’ve got this. Go get him!”
“Bring me some leftovers!” Sasha exclaimed. 
Jean patted your back. “If anything goes wrong, just call Sasha and say there’s free food. She’ll make a distraction so you can escape.”
You laughed and entered the restaurant, looking around. Everyone seemed to have a date or a group of friends around them except for one person. You stared uneasily at the familiar black hair and undercut. You approached him. “Levi?”
He glared at you. “Oh, God. You’re the date?”
You nodded, sitting across from him. He rolled his eyes and half of his face behind a menu. “I guess so,” you laughed nervously. Damn it. I’m gonna kill those idiots. 
Levi frowned, his brows furrowed behind the menu. “Alright. Let’s get this over with,” he muttered, his voice devoid of any interest.
You shifted nervously in your seat. Am I really that much of a pain to be with? You wondered. He seemed completely exhilarated just by being in your presence. You needed a conversation starter; something to get him out of his bad mood. “So, Levi, what’s your favorite song?”
“So ist es immer,” he responded.
“Oh, really? What do you like about it?”
“I like that it doesn’t have small talk in it.”
“Ouch. Would you rather have deep conversations, then?” 
“I’d prefer no conversation at this point.” You frowned and looked away. Of course, you didn’t want to push him to talk if he didn’t want to. Still, why would he come in the first place if he didn’t want to talk? You looked back at him and he was staring at you with a different look. He didn’t just seem tired, he seemed defeated. He huffed and leaned forward. “I suppose I would rather have meaningful conversations.”
Although you didn’t want to let useless hope get into your system, you couldn’t stop the flame of happiness that burned its way onto your face in the form of a smile. “Alright. Why do you seem so tired?”
He shrugged. “I couldn’t sleep.”
“I’d rather have meaningful answers. Why not?”
His brows quirked up at your reply. “Insomnia, I guess.” Your eyes narrowed as you waited for another explanation. Everyone knew he had trouble sleeping but he never looked this tired. “And I was nervous.”
“About what?”
“Usually, when Hange proposes the idea of a date, I automatically say no. It’s like I’m on auto-pilot.”
Your brows rose as he satiated your curiosity. “What changed?”
“They said I’d have a date with someone they knew I had a soft spot for.”
You chuckled. “You have a soft spot for me?”
“Well, at first, I wanted to see who Hange thought I had a soft spot for.” He leaned a little closer. “Do you think I have a soft spot for you?”
You sighed and shook your head. “No.” He tilted his head and waited for clarification. “You’re always rude and angry. You stare at me with nothing but hatred and I know you can’t wait to get out of this place because you’re—”
He placed a hand over yours. He stared into your wide eyes and, with as much meaning as he could get his voice to produce, he murmured, “I’ll make it more obvious on our next date if you’ll let me.” 
Your brows furrowed as you saw the guilt in his eyes. You sighed and nodded. “Alright, but you have to make it obvious.”
Relief escaped his mouth in a sigh and he nodded. “Okay. But next time, don’t ask your friends for a place. This restaurant is awful.”
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lavender-z-love · 1 year
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Knock On
Jaehyun X Black.FemReader
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☁️ Genre: Fluff, Confession, Idol Lovers
✨️ Warnings: Nothing I don't think, Let me know
☁️ A/n: This was supposed to be posed on December 15th but today is the 16th of January- Anyway I wanted to make something sweet so please enjoy
✨️ Wordcount: About 900
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"Wow! The moon is so pretty Tonight!"
Your jaw drops in amazement. The natural satellite, gleaming unusually brighter than usual. Such elegance and charming without it doing much. Jaehyun had brought you to the roof top of the SM's Parking-Lot building. Your fellow Idol friend, asking to spend time with you after a collab. Your friendship growing day by day, it was safe to say Jaehyun was more than ever a big supporter of yours.
He watched you lean against the cement wall/ledge, to get a better look. Your elbows placed on the small wall, you held your chin in the palm of your hands. The stars reflected in your beautiful doe eyes. Jaehyun had to face it, looked like you were more invested in the night sky than him. Jaehyun didn't complain about it though, still you looked absolutely breathtaking. The way the wind blows, as the moonlight glistens upon you. Your dress danced in the delicate wind, shining, giving an illusion you were an angel.
Your jet black hair..its satiny coils which stopped mid-black also had been carressed by the wind. Jaehyun hopped down from the hood of the car he'd been observing you from. As if it wasn't hard enough already to not constantly think about you..or bashful at the sight of you. Tonight he could feel it in his heart; there was no hope for sleep, you lived rent-free inside it. Now standing next to you, it honestly made him timid.
"How are you enjoying the view?"
You sighed in delight,"Oh it's wonderful!" Jaehyun wished you'd look at him like that. You turned to him, revealing a sincere smile. He knew it was genuine and that made him very happy. Your bronzed skin, smooth and airbrushed in the celestial body's light. "Oh! Jae-Sunbae! I hope you dont mind, but I brought you some wine as a gift!"
"Of course. Though, you didn't have to Y/n. Also, please! No need to be so formal with me."
"What? No! I don't mind! Besides, why not?". You playfully winked,"As a matter in fact, celebration is in order!" Jaehyun laughed, receiving his glass. His lips part as the wine glass slips between them. Infact this time, you too become flustered and not because of the wine. Your eyes quickly move back to the sky. Jaehyun hummed as a response,"Its really good!"
"No cheers first?",you laughed.
Jaehyun smiled wryly, and stopped drinking quickly. "Right, Sorry"..He said scratching the back of his neck.
"No, No- I was just teasing Sunbae",you said reassuring him. The both of you walk and take rest against Jaehyun's car, taking seat on top of the hood. Enjoying a nice evening ambience. Jaehyun eventually taking notice that you were shivering. In a swift motion, he takes his jacket off, draping it on your shoulders. You pulled the jacket together, amused,"Sunbae I appreciate the gesture, but aren'tyou cold?"
Jeahyun, scoots a bit closer. Helping you zip up the jacket. "No I'm fine. Though, this is nothing, Im capable of much more than you think, Y/n". He smiled, keeping his eyes on you. "Much more you say? Like what?",you asked as you adjusting the jacket. You were cute, asking him little questions.
"Oh well—cooking, cleaning, I'm a huge romantic.." Suprised to hear him playfully respond back. You were speechless, gazing back at him with a light pink hue. "Seems like, there was competition between me and the moon, for your attention."
"Competition?"
"Mhm..Looks like Ive finally won too."
Hiding behind your hair, embarrassed by the things he's saying. Jaehyun's no idiot, the two of you have been working on a collaboration for a while if anything, he's come to have an idea of what your habits are. One of them being when you're shy, you use your hair to hide. His hand carefully reaching over to brush your locks out of your face and behing your ear.
"You're right Y/n, The moon is absolutely beautiful tonight", Jaehyun Sung. Realizing that, the phrase that Jaehyun just said had another meaning. "Sunbae!", You yelp gently pushing his shoulder. "You shouldn't say things like that!" You covered you mouth, shocked by his sudden confession. "Y-You've clearly had enough to drink", You declared soon attempt to take his glass away from him. Though when you placed your hand on the wine glass, Jaehyun stopped you. Placing his slender fingers on yours. There it was that Princely smile he'd given you many times before, but for some reason..this time was different.
Finding your reaction quite enjoyable, he soon spoke up,"Im serious Y/n..I'm not speaking to you as your 'Sunbae'..but as Yuno." Your eyes widened, shocked.. "But..Im-" you were swiftly cut off,"I don't mind one bit."
You averted your gaze, looking down at your fiddling fingers..You liked him, you did- "God you're embarrassing.."
Jaehyun blessed you with that cute angelic laugh. He was now standing in front of you. One hand on your left and the other on your right. He leans in a little,"So? What do you say?"
Why, why was he like this. Speaking of which...the atmosphere so beautiful when he asked you, almost like the universe had this planned for you. The moon illuminates his skin giving him such a glow. There was no pressure into anything you didn't want. You were just taking in this masterpiece in front of you.
Your answer was with certainly, you attempted to hide your bashfulness. "Yes, I-I'd love to."
A cheeky grin, from ear to ear. "Tell me if this is too bold of a move, I'll stop If you're uncomfortable.." He leans in, holding his hand up to your left cheek. Soft strokes with his thumb on your skin. His lips now, embedded on your right cheek. You were definitely flushed though because of the night sky, it went unnoticeable.
Jaehyun pulls away, slightly tugging at your hands. He placing them around his neck, and he went back to his previous position. Leaning forward with his hands on either side of you.
"So.."
"So?"
"What's our first deed as a couple?"
You look to the sky thinking,"Err..Um– promise me."
He raises his pinkie to you,"Of?" His action catches you off guard. 'He's so cute!' You thought to yourself. "Keep me happy...Treat me right." You raise your pinky, linking it to his.
"I, Jung Jaehyun, Promise to keep you happy...I'll keep you elated, I'll make you more than happy. I will treat you right, Y/n."
"Sunbae–"
Your pinkies fall,"My turn, ditch the 'Sunbae' Jaehyun, Yuno, or a pet name will do."
He lifts his his opposite pinkie,"Um..Sunb–"
He stops you, waving his pinkie,"uh uh uh..Promise me." With your eyes semi-closed you glare at him. 'Hmm...I guess.' Now linking your pinkie with his again. "Okay then deal."
"Deal", your fingers fall. His eyes glow with endearment. He was willing and ready to make you happy. "What do you say we pick this up from tomorrow? Maybe with a date?"
You nod shyly,"Yes..I like the sound of that."
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Written on December 15th 2022
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yanderelovlies · 1 year
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𝓦𝓮 𝓫𝓮𝓵𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓸𝓰𝓮𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻
Note: I feel like Dante is a little ooc. I tried to keep him in character while making him feel more like noble.
Fandom(s): DMC
Character(s): Dante
Au: Noble au
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You adjusted the final attachments of your uniform before turning to your mirror with a smile “Time to wake the lord of the house.” You walked out of your room. A little pep in your step as you made your way to his room. Never knowing when he might be up you gently knocked on the door and waited for a few moments. When no one responds you carefully open the door to make your head in. you smiled and shook your head as you quietly entered the room ‘He was never a morning person.’
You walked over to the curtains opened them and allowed the morning light to flood through the room. The lump made a loud groan as the blankets began to move around.
“Good morning M’lord! Today for breakfast is ham, sunny side up egg, toast, and the strawberry sundae you requested.”
The blankest moved a bit more before a mop of white-haired poked out from under the blankets followed by the man himself. He let out a loud yawn as he stretched his hair covering his eyes as he turns to look at you with a sleepy smile on his face. “Thanks, angel. Can you send in Griffon to help with” he groaned his face falling to his hands “my suit. Father is supposed to visit today so I have to look more presentable.”
You nodded smiling “I'll lock away all the “forbidden” things as well .”
He looks back at you with a smile n his face again “You’re the best.”
You bowed before leaving the room and setting out to work.
This was nothing new to you. You had been working under the Sparda family since you were a teen. It was the man you were serving under currently who got you the job. Dante always had a big heart just like his mother even at a young age. So when he saw you stealing food scrapes he couldn't help but feel bad. He was smart enough to know that just giving you money wouldn't do you any good in the long run. So he talked with his father, and the next day gave him a job you couldn't turn down. When Dante got old enough to move out on his own he took you with him and promised far better pay than his father was offering. The two of you were inseparable anywhere he went he made sure to take always come up with excuses on why you needed to be it is necessary. You honestly couldn't be happier where you were in life.
Though sometimes there was a more selfish part of you that wished for more. You had fallen in love with Dante over the years. This made you wish you were born into different circumstances. So that maybe he would see him as more than his servant. Over time it got easier to push those thoughts aside, but other days were harder. Today was starting to feel like one of those days.
“Hey, Angel! What do you think? Would my father approve?”
You moved the giant picture of the Sparda family swinging towards you so you could look to the top of the second set of stairs. You could feel your heart speed up at the sight of him as you tried to keep your blush at bay. His usually long hair was slicked back, all with a beautiful red and black suit. You often see him wear this when he is invited to parties, but it never fails to take your breath away when he wore it. “Handsome as always M’lord”
He gave you a smirk as he walked down the steps and closer to you. “You think so? Or are you just saying that because I pay you?”
You pretend to think for a minute even letting out a thoughtful hum. Dante scoffed rolling his eyes “I know better than that.”
You simply smiled at him as he walked past you, and down the stairs. You watched him for a bit longer before finishing what you had started swinging the picture back in its place. You needed to get your head straight. His family was going to be here soon, and you had to make sure that everything went smoothly.
By the time you were done, you could hear their carriage stop at the front door. It was a good thing you had asked Griffon to wait up front because there was no way you would have made it in time. After fixing the cloth you went to the front room standing behind Dante with your hands at your side.
“What are you doing? Come closer.”
“But-”
“It's my house now angel They don't have a say.” you sighed knowing you couldn't fight him on this. So you simply did as you asked standing beside him ready to greet his family.
S far everything was going according to plan as they all sat for dinner. Sure his father glared at how close the two of you were, but it didn't seem to faze Dante so you kept quiet. You kept your eyes on the dark windows close by occasionally moving when someone needed a refill. It was quiet for a while before Lord Sparda finally spoke up. “When do you plan to take a wife Dante?”
Dante completely froze before looking up at his father “That's…a bit soon don't you think?”
His father opened his mouth t say something however his mother spoke up first “Nonsense! Vergil already has a lovely wife, and child on the way.”
Dante whistled “He sure was quick..”
His parents sent him both a glare as you used your hand to cover the smile forming on your face. You were quick to straighten out before the two noticed before Dante continued “Well I have someone in mind….though I don't think you would like it.”
The room was quiet as the nobles had sort of a stare-down with each other.
“You know we can't allow that Dante.”
“And why not? I have my own house. My own business. Does it truly matter?”
His mother sighs putting her hands on her lap. “It does son. For your family legacy.”
The quiet enveloped the room again before Dante let out a sigh and dropped his silverware.”I believe this visit is over for the night. I do not want to fight with either of you, but neither of us will back down. So let us reschedule.” His parents look at him baffled as he stood from where he sat. “Griffon shows them back to their carriage.” he turned to his forced smile present “Angel help me with my suit please.” You bowed stepping closer to him to follow behind him when his father called behind him “We hope that you see reason when we come back son… it is for the best.” He said nothing as he continued his way back upstairs with you following behind him.
You had just closed the door behind you when Dante throws off the suit jacket mumbling under his breath. You quickly picked up the jacket folding it before placing it back on the bed.
‘Can you believe them?! They still act like im a kid! Trying to dictate who or when I’m supposed to get married! It’s ridiculous!”
Next to come off was the tie as he threw it n the bed before unbuttoning the first few buttons of the undershirt. “They did say they were only trying to do what's best for you M’Lord.” You placed the tie n the jacket to be put in the laundry when you left.
Dante scoffed turning to you “Do you think that's what they want? They just want me to carry on the Sparda name. Vergil is doing it well enough I do not understand why I have to!”
“The stronger the family line. The longer it is around a presume M’lord.”
Dante rolled his eyes as he rolled up the sleeves to the undershirt “You don't need a noble for a strong line.”
Your eyebrow went up “The person who you have in mind isn't a noble?”
Dante turned to you with an equally puzzled expression “No? Why else would they not accept you?”
Your whole body completely froze as you stared up at him with wide eyes your face slowly getting redder by the second. “What…?’ your voice was barely above a whisper when his worried gaze met yours.
“D-Did I misunderstand the signs? Surely I thought.”
“Y-You want me…?”
Dante walked closer to you gently taking your hands into his much larger ones “Since the day we met. I thought you felt the same way and seems I was not the only one.”
You opened your mouth to say something, but your words seemed to fail you. So instead you looked down at your feet. You have always dreamed f this day but never expected it to happen. As your mind tied to catch up with what he had said, his hand comes up to your face making you look up at him. “If you don't feel the same don't make yourself accept. You will still have a job. I can even send you back to-”
“No! I…just didn't think you would ever feel the same..”
His worried expression turned into a relieved smile “Well now you do…..So does that mean my assumption was right?”
Instead of responding, you wrapped your arms around his neck pulling him down for a kiss. The kiss was clumsy and inexperienced, but eventually, the two of you found a perfect rhythm that was daily cut short as he pulled away. “I will fight for us….Even if that means going against my parents.”
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Leather and Lace chapter 6:
Santiago "Pope" Garcia X Fem!OC
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Chapter summary: Benny and Laci spend the day together to get a surprise for Santi. Santi is jealous. Laci and Santi spend a special moment together.
A/N: I hope y'all know I stayed up waaaaaaaayyy past my bedtime writing this for you. Stay tuned, cuz the next chapter is angsty and then we can start getting into smut. Just a lil smut. As a treat.
Anyway I need y'all to read My Brother's Keeper by @frankiesbadlanding bc it might be the best goddamn piece of frankie fanfiction I've ever read in my LIFE and I'm OBSESSED!!
Also please read Sunshine State By @brewsterispunkk bc its gotta be the goddamn cutest benny miller fic i've ever read its got my fucking heart bro <3
WARNINGS!!!: This whole fic has mentions of rape and abuse, but this chapter has more of that in the beginning, negative self-talk, brief references to smut, and santi kiiinnnnnnddaaaaa being a bit of an ass, showing some bad behaviors.
This chapter will alternate POV's, mostly between Laci and Benny bc I wanted to give Laci a voice and I wanted Benny's outside perspective, but it will have some Santi closer to the end for narrative reasons.
Okay I'm done talking.
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They played friends with the boys, roommates at home, lovers at night. 
With the guys, they pretended to just be friends. No one bought it for a second, but they pretended. During the day, they played roommates, taking turns cooking for each other and cleaning, going to appointments. At night? At night, they kissed. Laci often wondered why it remained just kissing. It was odd, she had never met a man who didn’t jump at the oppretunity to fuck her, not one that was interested in her anyway. If they weren’t interested, a different story. If they were? Well, they expected sex. Sometimes, whether she wanted it or not.
Her time before Pope found her wasn’t the first time she had been raped, and she always figured it wouldn’t be her last. She had practically resigned herself to that fact.
But Santi didn’t need to know that. He didn’t need to know any of that. Santiago Garcia deserved a version of her without all of that. It was one thing that he had to deal with her non-verbal episodes. Oh Santi, sweet, sweet, Santiago… So patient, so kind, so gentle. When she first saw him that day in the basement, him and Frankie, she had been scared shitless, avoiding eye contact with them, and Benny when he came down. Laci had assumed they were just the next round of men to either hurt her or take her to more men who would. Or both. Santi had insisted he was there to help her, but she couldn’t trust his word, she knew nothing about him. But when she had stood up, when he had caught her and she got a good look in his beautiful brown eyes… She couldn’t help but trust him, just a little. 
It was Ben she had first spoken to. She didn’t know why, particularly, but he put her at ease. That was his nature. From the beginning he had treated her with a sense of normalcy he wasn’t used to. He was careful, for sure, but she supposed he didn’t have the intensity Santiago did. Laci felt more at ease with him. Even as she grew to trust Santi, her nervousness had a different source. The way she felt about him was insurmountable, incapable of description. And yet, she couldn’t get a read on him… Why, when they kissed, would he keep his hands so innocently on her back or her hair? Why, when she tentatively slipped tongue in his mouth, did he not open up, why did he not return the action? He had never wanted her to feel obligated to do anything, she knew that. He easily could’ve taken advantage of her situation from the very beginning, but the whole first few days he hadn’t so much stared at her breasts. It was clear he was attracted to her. Sometimes, while they kissed, he’d adjust their placement when she felt him hardening with her on top of him. Had wanted her, that much was obvious. So why had they only kissed? She wasn’t entirely sure she wanted him. Well, she wanted him, that was for sure. He was beautiful and he was kind… but the though of sex made her chest tense, the thought of everything done to her made her sick. Santi didn’t deserve that version of her. He deserved someone that would fuck him. 
No matter Santi’s patience, no matter how much he insisted he just wanted to help, a part of her brain told her no, no men don’t do that, people don’t do that, people don’t just help. He wanted something, he had to want her and it was just his decency that he was taking his time. Santi would get tired of this, he’d get tired of playing house with no sex, and he’d either kick her out or force her. Laci couldn’t see Santi being like that, but she’d been wrong before. That’s how she got here.
And that’s why things were easier with Benny. Benny and her had no sexual tension, no questions about what the future was, what they were. They were friends. When her and Santi had made back to the motel, Benny had clearly been crying when he saw Santiago safe, and had been shot. And yet, once he saw her, all that was out of his mind, he was back to himself, getting her clothes and setting her up with a shower that she desperately needed. And right now, she could sit on the couch watching Always Sunny in Philadelphia with him while Santi worked on the kitchen sink that had decided not to drain anymore.
“I swear, I usually win!” Benny was defending the reminisce of a black eye he had from the last bar fight he had gotten in.
“I’m sure you do, Ben” Laci assured him, lying.
Ben winced “I’m just better at fighting when… I’m sober, that’s all”
“And yet…” she started.
“And yet what, Laci?” Benny gestured for her to continue. Santi crawled out from under the kitchen sink “And yet, most of your fights are when you’re drunk, not in the ring.”
Laci grinned at Santi, looking particularly attractive in a white tank top covered in dirt and the gross mess of kitchen plumbing, then turned to a mock offended Ben.
“Wow, is that what you were going to say?” 
Laci sheepishly tried to hide a smile and shrugged, giving away that yes, this was exactly what she was thinking. 
“Wooooooooooooooooow” Benny drawled out. “Guess you’ll just have to come the fight tomorrow and see me in action!”
Laci’s face lit up. She hopped up on the couch, leaning over the back. “Can I?” She called excited to the man who had re-tangled himself in the sink pipes.
Ben scoffed. “You don’t have to ask his permission.”
She turned to him briefly. “If he’s driving me, I probably should.”
“I’ll drive you!”
Laci gave him a look, then turned back to Santi, taking a moment to admire the bit of skin that showed from his shirt riding up. “Hey Santi?” She called for him, hesitantly. She never wanted to put him out, but he hadn’t gone to a fight since she came into his life, maybe he’d like to go.
Santi crawled out from under the cabinet. That was the thing about Santiago, she always had his full attention. “Yes?” He sounded eager. That was another thing about Santi, he was always so ready to do whatever she asked. Another reason he deserved more than her, she asked for so much.
“Benny asked if we could go to his fight tomorrow?”
Brow furrowed, Santi whipped sweat from his forehead as he sat up. “You wanna go to that? Why?”
She shrugged. “I wanna see Benny get beat up.”
“Hey!” 
Santi seemed to almost glare as he glanced at Ben, then softening when he turned to Laci. “I don’t think that’s a good idea, a lot of not good people there.” Back to Ben. “What are you trying to bring her to a place like that for?”
Ben raised his hands defensively “She’s my friend! I want you both there, you haven't been in ages” Since I came around, keeping you from your life Laci thought. 
Santi shook his head.
“Fine. Ben said definitely. “I’ll take her then.”
Santiago stood up, giving him the irritated look she only saw him use on the guys, never her. He put a hand on his hip. “And you’re going to keep an eye on her while you fight?” The question was rhetorical.
“Keep an eye- Pope, I think she’ll be fine.”
“And that is why you’re not taking her, thinking you can leave a girl alone with that group of people!”
“Will and Frankie will be there, and you could be too if you weren’t being such an old man.”
Sant shook his head. “She’s not going.”
“It’s her choice, not yours.”
Laci suddenly felt their eyes on her, waiting for an answer. She didn’t want to disappoint Benny, she wanted to see him fight, she wanted to do something different. But Santi was everything to her, her whole world. She looked at Santi, suddenly closing up. Great. Her words were lost on her again. Laci shook her head at him, making a little wave and squinted face. ‘Nah, nevermind’ She knew Santi would understand what she was saying.
Santi looked at Ben “See? She doesn’t really want to go”
Ben groaned loudly, looking at Laci. She just shrugged. 
“Fine. Whatever. Come on, she should get going.” Ben stood up motioning to Laci, who followed him to put her shoes on. Converse. Actual converse, not the knock off’s Laci tried to get. Actual converse Santi had insisted on when he saw her eyeing them. 
Santi suddenly looked nervous, quickly washing his hands. “Are you sure you don’t want me to drive? I can put this off until evening?” He nodded at the plumbing he was not doing well on, then looked at Laci, almost pleading. Laci and Ben were going to the mall by themselves for a particular reason , a reason that banked on Santi not being there. He kept trying to invite himself along. This was the first time Laci had gone anywhere without Santi. At most, she occasionally watched Rosie alone, but that was always under the watchful eye of Frankies in-home security cameras.
Laci tapped Benny, signaling him to take over.
“We’re good Santi, we don’t want to be here when you explode sewage all over the house.”
“I’m not gonna-”
“She’ll be fine, Santi” Ben insisted.
Santi sighed. “Fine, have fun on whatever mysterious mission you refuse to tell me about.” He grumbled more to himself than anything. 
Laci gave a little wave and a smile, and Santi waved back before they headed out the door.
When they got to the mall, Benny noticed how much Laci tensed up. Maybe the reason she was always attached at Pope’s hip wasn’t entirely his possessive nature. He reached a hand out, open palmed. Laci looked at him questioningly, but when he smiled, she took his hand. 
That was the thing about Benny. It was so much easier. Nothing was loaded, nothing had to be read into.
It’s just them.
Ben guided her to the antique store. Last week, Laci had texted Benny asking if he could help her get something to surprise Santi. It took some convincing for Santi to let them go alone. Benny and her couldn’t come up with a good reason as to why Santi couldn’t come; Laci didn’t really want to lie anyway. So they told him it was a secret. Laci wandered through the busy store, hand tightly gasped to Benny’s as she searched. It had to be perfect. It had to be perfect because he was perfect. He did everything for her without complaint. It had to be perfect.
“There it is”
After Laci made the purchase, Benny bought them Panda Express at the food court.
“Fuck, I gotta piss” Benny complained as finished Laci’s left overs and threw away their trash. Laci scampered after him as he headed to the bathroom, grabbing his arm before he went in. “I don’t think you wanna come in here, honey” he laughed, but Lace looked at him wide-eyed, gripping his arm. “Oh come on Lace, you’ll be okay for one minute, I swear”
She continued silently pleading with him, eyes glancing to the busy mall and back to him. ‘Don’t leave me’ her eyes begged.
Benny softened. “Look, I know Santi treats you like a child, but I promise you are not as delicate as he seems to think. If you really, truely, do not want to be out here alone, I won’t go. But…” He looked at her pale blue eyes, nervous, but thinking. “But I think you can do it, and I think it’ll be a big step towards things being normal.”
Benny watched her think for a moment, smiling softly at her so she knew it was up to her. He had to piss so fucking badly, but if she really couldn’t be alone, he’d wait. Slowly, he felt her let go of him, step back, and nod.
Laci waited outside. Eyes watching all the feet that passed by. Back to normal… how was she supposed to go back to normal after everything that had happened? How was she supposed to go about her normal life again? Would that mean leaving Santi? Did getting better mean he’d leave her? Would she even see Will, Ben, and Frankie again? Rosie? Or was she just their charity case?
Ben emerged from the bathroom, immediately being tackled by Laci despite her being a foot shorter than him. 
“Oh god, are you okay?” He wrapped his arms around her, assuring her he was there, she was okay. “Everything alright?”
She peeped her head  up from his chest, grinning. “I did it!” She half laughed.
“You sure did!” Benny lifted her up, swinging her around as she laughed. “Great job!”
“Benny?” Laci asked as he set her down.
“Yeah?”
“Did you wash your hands?”
As they walked out to the car, Ben didn’t want today to end, not when Laci had been making such big steps. When Ben had mentioned to Will he was taking her to the mall without Santi, Will had started in on him about how now is not the time for this and Laci isn’t someone he should be getting involved with like that, and how Ben knows Santi and her have something going on. It took some convincing for Will to realize they were just friends, and jesus, Ben doesn’t only think with his dick, he thinks with his head too. Laci needed a friend, especially with how Pope is. Ben loved Santi with his whole heart, he respected him, even had crush on him back in the day. 
But Santi was intense. He was a lot. First and foremost, Santi was a protector. And right now, his focus was solely on Laci, and that focus was single minded. Laci would do anything she thought Santi wanted. Santiago Garcia was the kind of person to make you want to be your best self for him. Ben knew better than most how, when that intense gaze was focused on you, you were practically powerless. You wanted his approval, you wanted to make him smile, you wanted him to love you, whichever version you could put forth.
“We can go anywhere, do whatever you want, or just go home and see if Santi flooded the house yet.”
Sam smiled nervously, but replied. “Could we maybe… theres this park near home with a patch of woods, maybe we could go there?”
He laughed “What, Santi not taking you to parks?”
“He does! Well…” she shuffled her feet. “We walk around on the path, he doesn’t like me going off it, climbing around… I thought maybe we could explore a bit?”
Ben wanted to lecture her, tell her that she didn’t need Santi’s permission, didn’t need his okay to do anything. But he lectured her enough for the day. He wanted her to have fun.
When Laci and Ben finally walked into the house that evening, it had started to get dark. Ben was holding a decorated paper bag, both of them sopping wet and covered in scratches.
“Oh my god, Laci” Santi hung up the phone, speed walking around the count and took her into a strangling hug. “Jesus, where have you been? Why are you soaked?”
Laci tried to speak, but words failed her, as they usually did in these moments. 
Words did not fail Benjamin Miller.
“Relax, Pope, she’s fine.” He insisted.
Santi’s soft, worried face turned to Ben, hardening. Ben knew what was coming.
 “What the fuck did you do to her?” He continued to hold Laci’s arms, pulling himself back to skan her. Scraps covered her arms and legs, nothing bad but Ben knew damn well this would send Santi into a fit. When Santi zero’d in on someone, he really zero’d in.
“I didn’t do anything, we went to the park and explored, and we fell in the water… and fell down a few other things.”
“What?” Sant’s confused, annoyed glance went back and forth between Laci and Ben. “Why?”
Benny leaned in for emphasis. “Because she wanted to, Santi. And you don’t let her”
With that, Santi let go of Lace, walking over to Ben. “I don’t let her? I have been worried about her the last 3 goddamn hours, you were going to the mall and back, you couldn’t tell me you were going somewhere? I was just on the phone with your goddamn brother asking if he heard from you because I didn’t know where you two were!”
“Jesus Christ, Pope! You’re acting like she’s your daughter who broke curfew, she is a 29 year old woman!” Ben gestured towards Laci, glancing at her, checking in. She was standing there nervously, mouth closed tight. Benny hoped she’d speak up, call Santi out, but he also knew it took years before Ben stood up to him.
“Excuse me?” Despite the hight difference, Santi sized up to Ben.
“Fuck, Santiago, you treat her like one of Fatimas’s porcelain dolls, I know you have a bunch of unprocessed feelings about-”
“Don’t talk about her.” Santiago’s voice was deadly calm. Ben knew better.
He raised his hands defensively “You’re right, you’re right. I’m just saying, she’s not as fragile as you think she is” Ben continued to glance at Laci whenever he mentioned her, trying to coax her into the conversation. Santi was single mindedly on Ben. 
“Why does everyone say that? I don’t think she’s fragile, I’m just trying to help her.”
“You’re not helping her if you’re keeping her dependent on you.”
Santi blinked back at that “I’m not-”
“She about near had a panic attack when I went to the bathroom, man.”
Santi’s eyes widened. “You left her alone at the mall?”
Ben groaned “Santi, it’s fine, I was gone for one minute…. And then another minute when I went back to wash my hands.” Ben’s eyes met Laci’s, catching a small smile on her face.
Santi scrubbed his face. “Jesus Ben, that’s how people get sex trafficked!”
“That’s not-”
“I think I know how people get sex trafficked, Santiago.” Laci’s voice broke through the boys argument, louder and more irritated than either man had heard her.
Santi turned around, mouth slightly agape. He moved to talk, but Laci put a hand up. She was shaking, but fought to keep her words.
“Can you” She made sure to point at Santi, not Ben. “Stop talking about me like I’m not here?” 
She watched a mix of emotions flit through her face. “I’m sorry, Laci.”
Ben watched her, hoping she’d say more.
“It’s okay, Santi. I’m sorry we didn’t text you, when I fell in the creek, Ben tried to help and fell in, both our phones got waterlogged.” She suddenly looked really guilty. “I’m sorry, Ben says it’ll be okay but if it’s broke I’ll pay you back-”
“I’ll pay for it if it’s broken, Pope.” Ben interjected.
Santi shook his head. “No, it’s fine. I’m sorry for overreacting” Santi looked over to Benny as well, as good an apology as Ben ever got.
“Alright, I think ima head out.” Ben looked at Laci to make sure she was okay, then started to leave. “Oh, almost left with this.” He handed the bag to Laci, then walked out with a wave.
When the door closed, Santi and Laci’s eyes met, Laci with crossed arms.
Santi’s eyes glanced at the bag. “That what you’re mysterious trip about?”
Laci softened. “Feels kinda silly to give it to you now, after Benny’s doll comment.”
Laci saw Santi look at her with… wonder? He seemed mesmerized. “You got me something? H-how?”
She smiled, as the tension in her leaving. “Here” she handed the bag to him. 
Carefully, Santiago took the bag, hands shaking. When was the last time someone bought him a gift? He pulled out a porcelain dolls, dressed up in beautiful Victorian dress, complete with a hat and umbrella. “Lace… how did… how did you get this?”
Laci was rocking on her feet, wringing her hands, taking in his reaction. “Frankie always paid me when I baby sat, I told him not to but he insisted, so I saved up and got you this, to go with the others!”
Santi, for once, was speechless. He stared at the doll, feeling his eyes watering.
Laci watched him, his face almost blank. She couldn’t read it, she couldn’t figure out what he was thinking. For all his ability to read her, she could not read him. Did she cross a boundary? Should she have been saving the money to move out and stop bothering Santiago? Was it wrong to buy him something to put with his dead sisters items?
“Sorry, I probably should’ve asked about it, is this wrong-” anything else Laci was about to ramble on was cut off but Santiago settling the doll on the counter and wrapping her up in a hug. It wasn’t like the hug when she came through the door, it wasn’t possessive. She didn’t know what it was, but she never wanted him to stop.
Santiago woke up his house alarm system going off, every nerve in his body suddenly alight. Laci. Laci. Protect Laci. Grabbing the gun in his bedside drawer, Santi burst through the door, first scanning the front door. Nothing. He turned to his left to see the sliding glass door leading to the patio, and a figure in the door. “HANDS UP” He pointed the gun at the person in the door.
She screamed.
Laci screamed.
Keeping the gun out until he was sure they were safe. “Laci? What’s going on?”
But Laci was standing there, hands up, eyes clenched shut.
Laci, despite the loud alarm, heard Santi run over to her. She flinched when he touched her. What was he saying? Was he talking to her? Logically, he knew he wouldn’t hurt her, he’d never hurt her, but her body didn’t know that. She was frozen. As Santi checked the surrounding area, making sure there was no impending danger, Laci tried to focus on her breathing. It’s okay, it’s okay, it’s okay. You’re okay, it’s just Santi, Santi wouldn’t hurt you, you’re safe with him, safe, safe, safe…
The alarms turned off, and Laci felt his strong arms wrap around her shaking body. She clung to him, clung to him with everything in her. Was he talking to her? She didn’t bother listening until she calmed down. Finally, she heard him.
“Lace? What’s going on? You alright, Muñecita?” He stroked her hair gently, an extra bit of comfort, calming her.
She nodded.
He sighed, ever so slightly, knowing this meant he wasn’t going to be able to get a word out of her. 
“Did you need something outside?”
She shook her head.
“Did you just want to go outside?”
She nodded. She needed air. The fight, even though it didn’t concern her as much as it did Benny, as well as the big steps of leaving Santi and being left alone had left her shaken. When Santi didn’t come out to watch tv with her, the room had become stifling and lonely, so big and so small at the same time. She was happier outside, in nature. That’s why she explored with Ben, much to Santi’s chagrin. 
“Here, honey, let’s step outside then, get some air?”
She nodded against his chest where he held her close. He knew her so well.
Laci slowly opened her eyes to be greeted with a softly smiling Santiago, his beautiful face so close to her like so many times before. His eyes alone comforted her.
“Hey pretty girl” He spoke gently, letting go briefly to grab a throw blanket he wrapped around her, taking her outside to the bare deck. “Sorry, I promise I’ll order some furniture tomorrow. You can pick it out, whatever you want” That’s another thing about him. It was his house, his home she was intruding on, and yet he apologized to her for not having patio furniture. “Can we sit on the floor?”
Laci nodded. Santi helped her sit, laying her down so her head laid on his lap. She felt his hands in her hair, fingers gently stroking her cheek. For a man who had seen and done so much, he had never been anything but gentle with her. For most of her teen and adult life, Laci had chosen men who were loud, exciting, boisterous, much like her brother. They weren’t always bad, loud men weren’t always the ones to hurt her. Her brother was as extraverted as they came and he was everything to her. Benny was her best friend. But Santi? Santi had a calming quality, something she needed. Something she cherished. Something she never wanted to be without. She’d do whatever it took to keep him.
Santiago watched her, watched her carefully. He had scared her really bad, he knew that. He knew he was a dick today. Benny had been getting him more and more riled up lately, and although Santi would like to blame it on Ben just being more annoying, he knew that was just rationalizing it. He was jealous. Plain old jealous. Jealous of the time Laci and Benny spent together, jealous at how relaxed Laci seemed to be around him, jealous over how much Laci talked to him. She seemed to freeze up less with him around. Did she like him? He was almost certain Benny wanted her, well, who wouldn’t. Look at her. Ben was a good guy. Santi knew Ben wouldn’t just want to have sex with her; he could get that anywhere. If Laci wanted to be with him… so be it.
But damn if Santiago didn’t want her to stay. Stay with him forever, really. Right now, under the moon, she was damn near ethereal. He thought of their song, oh how fitting it had become.
You in the moonlight, with your sleepy eyes
Could you ever love a man like me?
Could she ever love a man like him? He was broken, he was a disaster, he was rough around the edges in a way Benny was not. He’d change. He’d do better, he’d be better, whatever she needed him to be.
Laci looked up at him. She needed something. He brushed a wisp of hair from her face.  “What is it Muñecita?”
Laci held one hand out, palm out, and waved another hand over it. Sign language for music.
“You wanna listen to something? Yeah, let me grab my phone-” He standed to get up, but felt Laci’s grip on his thigh as she shook her head. 
Stay
“What… what you want? I’m sorry, I don’t have my phone on me…”
Laci fully rolled over, back of her head on Pope’s thick thigh. She reached a hand up and tapped his lips.
Sing
Santo let out a nervous puff of hair. “You want me to sing? I’m not really… I’m not a good singer…” 
But she looked at him pleadingly, begging him… how could he say no.
“Okay, okay Lace, but I warned you.” Santi winked, kissing her nose. ‘What do you want to hear? Leather and Lace?”
She shook her head.
“Uhhh, Songbird?” Her favorite Fleetwood Mac song.
Another no, she frowned.
“A Bob Dylan song?”
Another no, she was growing frustrated, her legs fidgeting. She was trying so hard to talk, she wanted so badly to just tell him… 
“Hey, hey Lace it’s okay, don’t worry, we’ll figure it out… is there a clue you can give me?” 
Laci though for a moment. Then, she reached for his wrist, pointing at his watched.
“Oh. Tanto?” 
Laci nodded, smiling.  It was a song that was obviously so important to him, but she hadn’t heard it yet.
“I can sing that… I only know the Spanish, is that okay?”
She nodded. Santi stroked her face, playing with her hair.
Tú dices que: soy imposible de descifrar
Callada, reservada y temperamental
Que te encantaría que me expresa un poco más
Y hablar de sentimientos a mí no se me da
Pero lo voy a intentar
Santiago combed back her hair away from her face, scanning over her features. His eyes fell over the scar on her forehead. He thought of when he first found her, her forehead bleeding and dried blood on her face. It always upset him to think of everything she endured, and he had to bite back the anger that sss inside him.
Te amo tanto
Tanto que me siento tonta
Tonta que me duela tanto cuando tú no estás
Te amo tanto
Y para que imagines cuanto
Cuenta todas las estrellas y súmale una más
He was everything to her, her whole word. She knew that even when she no longer needed him for a place to stay and for the things he provided, she’d need him for him. Santiago Garcia was her center of gravity, the only thing keeping her grounded and sane. She wanted this forever. The days with Benny, Will, Frankie and him. The nights alone in his arms.
Soy reservado no lo tomes personal
Tanta cursilería, me suele incomodar
Si me quedó sin palabras no es intencional, ja
¿Cómo expresar algo que yo no sé explicar?
Pero lo voy a intentar
His eyes were drawn back to hers, finding them glued to him. He was damn near transfixed. Pope could not imagine a more perfect moment, he wanted nothing more than for this night to last forever, just them. He’s doing her every song he knew. Laci and her sleepy eyes, only open to look at him. Santiago had neer been in love before, but he was starting to think this was it. She was everything he could ever want, and she was laying with him, of all people
Te amo tanto
Tanto que me siento tonto
Tonto que me duela tanto cuando tú no estás
Te amo tanto
Y para que imagines cuanto
Cuenta todas las estrellas
Y súmale una más, ja, y súmale una más
Laci was engrossed in his eyes. Beautiful and brown, she felt she could be content looking at them for the rest of her life, nothing else. Still, she scanned over his features on his beautiful face. Strong jaw, large nose, thick curly hair with a hint of gray from all the stress he had seen. His face with lines that carried every horrific thing he had witnessed. Perfect. He was perfect. And he was singing to her, his beautiful voice in his native tongue. Perfect.
Te amo tanto
Tanto que no sé explicarlo
Tanto que hasta yo me espanto
Solo de pensar
Santiago wasn’t a religious man, but tonight, he looked up at the sky, all the stars sparkling at him. He thanked God for bringing him to her, thanked God that it was in time, thanked him that she was alive. He thanked Him that the scar is the worst of her physical scars, and that she was coming along so well, adjusting as well as one could expect. He thanked God for her.
Te amo tanto
Tanto que me siento tonto
Tonto que me duela tanto cuando tú no estás
Te amo tanto
Y para que imagines cuanto
Cuenta todas las estrellas
Y súmale una más, ja, y súmale una más
Laci wanted to kiss him, she wanted to hold him, to kiss him, to feel him move inside her. She wanted to spend the rest of her life with him, like this, with him, with him… Only Santiago. She wanted to tell him she loved him. Laci wanted to scream at the top her lungs that she loved him and god, did he love her? She opened her mouth.
Santi looked at her patiently. “Yes, Muncecita.”
She tried. She tried to get it out. I love you! I love you! I love you! But nothing happened. Words couldn’t find their way to her lips. Her eyes were fighting to stay open.
Santiago kissed her forehead, prompting her eyes closed, and they didn’t open.
“It’s okay Lace, go to sleep. I’ll be right here.”
When Santiago felt her breathing slow and her snoring start, he carefully scooped her up, carrying her inside the house and to her bed, her legs instinctively wrapping around his waist and arms around his neck. Cradling her head, he laid her down on the pillow. With one more kiss on her cheek, he whispered.
“Goodnight, Lacina, I love you”
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Dullahan Malik Al-Sayf
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Warning: beheading, no blood
It was already late in the evening and only a few children were hanging out on the streets and here and there a drunken high school student who didn't know their limits. You and Malik were headed to meet Kadar and Altair who were holding a small Halloween party that the rest of the party was supposed to be at.
You walked in the middle of the road, as it was closed to cars today, and you had a nice chat. Malik told you about Altair and how stupid he was again. Although he always spoke the worst about him, he would never betray him on the other side. Moreover, thanks to his words, Altair was able to motivate himself and overcome himself.
As you walked, there was a noise behind you. You looked over your shoulder to see a group of about six drunken students wearing masks. You leaned closer to Malik and took his hand. He also noticed them, but he didn't show his worries. He gave you a reassuring little smile and you picked up your pace slightly.
However, this did not deter the students at all and they continued to follow you. You heard them start to run and get dangerously close. You'd rather run away too. You looked at Malik and wanted to suggest that it would be best to take it elsewhere.
But before you could say that, the students caught up with you and knocked Malik's head off. Literally. As if he only had it on there. With horror in your eyes, you watched as it separated from his body during the impact. His hand let go of you in a futile attempt to grab his head. However, another student pushed him and his body fell to the ground, while his head continued to roll a little further.
You stood there transfixed. Your brain was trying to process what had happened and couldn't control your mouth, which opened in shock. You didn't even have time to scream when the rioters took your boyfriend's head by the hair and started throwing it between them like a ball.
"Look, I have a head!" "It’s disgusting!" "Blah!" they yelled at each other as they threw it at each other. However, one more voice could be heard in their uproar.
"How about we trade it for the head of the statue in the square?" suggested one in a clown mask as he was about to grab Maliks head. As he was grabbing it, the head bit into his hand. The young man screamed rather in shock and threw it aside again.
Before you could decide what to do in such a bizarre situation, Malik's head landed in your arms. You almost dropped her. The others looked at you before walking over to you. At that moment, as if your body finally reacted, you ran away with his head.
You looked over your shoulder when you heard a startled yelp. Something completely different caught the attention of the students and it was as if they had forgotten about you. Panicking, you hid behind the nearest bush that still had enough leaves left to cover you.
You sat there curled up with his head in your lap and at that moment it didn't even occur to you to put her aside or call the police or an ambulance. You tried to calm your panicked beating heart when suddenly Malik's head spoke.
"You don't have to hold me so tight. You'll crush my head," he complained. You cried out in shock and almost tossed him aside. You had to control yourself a lot not to do that.
"W-what...? How?" You originally wanted to ask what, but you ended up asking differently and adjusted his head to look at you. It was so strange and real that you started to worry that it was all just some cruel prank.
"I promise I'll explain all this to you later, but right now I need to know what's going on around my body," he said calmly, weighing every word he said.
“Okay,” you said uncertainly as a shout from the street reached you. You cautiously peeked out of the bush. Masked students fled in all directions, except for a few brave ones who circled Malik's body, which, even without its head, stood firmly on its feet and with the movements of a killer, defended itself against their attacks. The most interesting thing was some sort of dark blue smoke or flame coming out of where his head should have been.
“Y/N what's going on there? he asked you as you seemed to have forgotten about him.
“Oh, sorry,” you said quickly before carefully taking his head in your hands and lifting it above the bush so he could see. When that happened, his body automatically went into a counterattack and could cover attacks even from blind spots. As if he could control his body remotely.
Soon the rest of the attackers also fled. You ducked behind a bush as one of them ran screaming towards your cover. Luckily for you, he didn't see you and just ran blindly in a random direction away from danger. He almost broke his nose when he jumped over the hood of a car and failed.
Once the screaming died down and everyone seemed to run away, you peeked out from your hiding spot. Malik's body was walking towards you with a slow step, staggering from side to side as if he were walking on the deck of a ship on rough seas, his good hand fumbling in front of him so he wouldn't bump into anything.
He tripped over his foot a short distance away from you and almost fell if you hadn't jumped out of your hiding place and caught him. As you supported him, your eyes drifted down to his neck. 
You were afraid you would see blood, a spine, and other things you would normally see there, but there was almost nothing to see. It looked as if the place had been burnt as it was almost black. That smoky flame was forming from there. Like a real fire, you could stare into it forever.
But now was not the time for such a thing. You took his body by the hand and slowly led him to his head, which you had forgotten in the safety of the bush. In retrospect, it was a bad idea. What if someone stepped on his head? You immediately returned for her. His body followed you and awkwardly knelt next to you.
“Sorry, I'll help you,” you said, carefully lifting his head. You walked over to his body and wondered how his head was holding there. You'll ask him about it later. But now you wanted to put his head on his neck, but your hands were shaking terribly.
Once his head was in place, the smoky flames disappeared as they had nowhere to escape and there was no scar or mark on his neck from his head being somehow separated from his body.
"It's much better this way. Thank you," Malik thanked you as he rubbed his neck. "Are you okay?" he asked you as he noticed you shaking like a leaf in the wind. You just nodded your head.
You had no idea what to answer and you had the impression that it was all slowly weighing on you. He stepped closer to you and took your hand. You looked into his eyes, which were filled with worry and fear.
You didn't see that very often with him. You bit your lip. You had the impression that despite all this, he was the same Malik you knew. With another breath, you wrapped your arms around his neck, taking him completely by surprise.
“I'm glad you're okay,” you finally said. Malik chuckled lightly before hugging you as well.
"You're such a novice," he laughed.
"And what did you expect? It's the first time I've encountered something like this," you retorted, pulling away from him. You knew he was just teasing you.
"You handled it perfectly too. I admire that about you," he said pulling you closer.
“That's why I deserve some explaining then,” you replied with a small smile.
“That won't be a problem,” he said, kissing your lips. It was a short kiss and you could have easily made it longer, but you knew there would still be plenty of time.
Malik wrapped his arms around your waist and together you set out to find his brother where you were originally headed.
"Is Kadar like you too?" you asked him on the way.
"What do you think?" he answered with a question. You glared at him before answering.
"I'd say so. Did you always talk about it in Arabic?" you asked him, searching your memory for anything that might give them away.
"Yes and no. We don't just talk about that in Arabic," he replied.
“So anything you don't want me to understand,” you blurted out.
"Don't look at me like that. There's a bigger story."
“I'd love to hear that one,” you nudged him lightly.
“Maybe later,” and he pulled you closer.
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rosethreeart · 5 months
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Arthur gets some Flashbacks to His Youth™️
Based off of this little convo with apersonwholikeslotus :>
I...Started writing cause this thought consumed my brain for a moment so here have a little snippet of the School of Punk AU of how this scene actually plays out :}
Arthur could hear the sound of his daughter’s pounding feet against the wood of the floor before he even saw her.
“Dad!” Abigail exclaimed, the flooring  beneath rapidly squeaked as eagerly shuffled in place.
Not wanting to lose his place in his book, he halfheartedly paid attention to her as he searched for his bookmark, “Yes, poppet?”
A few more footsteps later, this time muffled by the carpet she had just stepped onto, Arthur could see the silhouette of his daughter in his peripheral. 
Ah, there it was. Cheeky little thing slipped between the couch cushions. 
“Daaaaaad!” His daughter whined.
Sighing as he finished placing the bookmark in its designated slot, he looked up at her.
There she was, standing in the living room in his old punk jacket. It was a red so dark it was almost black, just like his daughter’s long and wildly curly hair. The patches he had sown on it when he was but a teen were still there, although some were fraying at the seams. The leather seemed to be fine, no leather rot in sight, much to his subconscious relief. It fit poorly on her as it was a few sizes too big, almost completely enveloping her arms and hands. 
“What do you think? Pretty cool, innit?” Abigail said as she gave a little twirl, showing it off.
“Yeah…” He said, not fully present in the moment. 
Abigail immediately stopped her little modeling gig, “Something wrong?” she asked.
Arthur blinked a few times in order to force himself to focus,”No. No, nothing is wrong.”
His daughter began to play with one of the small little pieces on the jacket,”Are you sure? I know I’m not really supposed to go up to the attic by myself, and—”
“It’s alright,” He said, cutting her off gently as he stood up. Were his knees always this achy? 
A bittersweet smile graced his lips as he approached his daughter who was staring curiously at him with bright hazel eyes. 
“That was my jacket you know,” He began to say as he adjusted said clothing to better fit the girl, “ Actually, I got it when I was about your age; maybe a little bit older.”
“Am I getting some dad lore?” Abigail said in that blunt manner of hers.
Arthur did a slight double-take, “Pardon?”
“Y’know? Dad lore? Where your dad never really talks about anything from their past until really random moments and it’s always the most bizarre thing you’ve ever heard?” Abigail stated as if she was asking him if he knew what a bird was. 
“No need to get cheeky,” he chided, “but I see your point.”
His eyes’ softened as he watched her nose crinkle and her braces-filled smile widened as she giggled. 
“Do you want it?” He asked her, “I…suppose I have no use for it anymore.”
“Does that make you sad?” Abigail said, tilting her head slightly.
Arthur chuckled, “I suppose the ever creeping march of time can be a bit disheartening, but it can be a wonderful thing too.”
“Are you getting sappy on me?” 
“Oh, very much so,” He said as he pulled his little one into a hug, which she gleefully returned. 
“Are you sure I can have it,” She asked, voice muffled by his sweater.
He caressed her leather coated arm with his thumb. It was odd to feel the leather of it on his skin again. It had been so many years since he had last seen, let alone felt it…
“Of course, darling.” He planted a quick kiss on her head, “Would much rather have you wear it than let it keep collecting dust up there.”
“Be careful with it,” He said a little more sternly than he intended, “it’s old…and important…and valuable…and—”
“I get it,” Abigail groaned, “it’s a frail old man whose seen stuff, just like you.” a smirk appeared on her face in that silly little way it did when she was joking.
“Oi!” He feigned hurt feelings, ”I’m not that old.”
“You’re getting there!”
“Don’t make me take that bloody jacket back.” He replied dryly.
“Nooo!” She laughed.
Arthur watched as Abigail eventually flitted away to show off her jacket to her step-brother. That thing had been there for him in his darkest of times, the weight it carried will always be there with him, even if the jacket no longer was. It was still hard to let that era of his life go, it seemed, however he was very glad that it found a new home with someone that he knew would love it just as dearly as he did. 
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Everything needed to be perfect.
Eichi’s lips pursed in a thoughtful frown as he stood over the arrangement, hands on his hips. The berries, freshly picked, caught the light in vibrant blues and reds as the sun rose over the grassy hill. Crispy French bread lay in neat slices in a woven basket, the gingham checked lining conspicuously clean of crumbs. Eichi bent down to touch a glass jug of lemonade and rubbed the condensation between his fingers— still ice-cold. He even fussed with a few stray cherry blossoms that had fallen from overhead, artfully placing them here and there as if they’d landed of their own accord.
Eichi was nearly ready to pack the whole thing up and start over when his head snapped up to the sound of a voice in the distance.
“Eichi!”
No time. He drew himself up to his full height and tried to stifle his nerves, taking one last appraising glance at his handiwork. It would have to do. He took a deep, shaky breath, then smiled as wide as he could and called out, “Over here!”
And there they were.
Eichi saw their silhouette first. A billowing sundress, a hand firmly atop their head to keep their hat from flying away. Then Vivian stepped into the light atop the hill and suddenly the exact angle of the picnic baskets didn’t seem so important. Eichi found himself frozen in place, his eyes flitting between her hair shining honey brown in the sunrise to the powder blue of her dress to her cheeks turned dewy pink with the effort of the trip. She looked like she’d walked straight out of one of those romance movies he used to watch from his hospital bed, with the sun as her dazzling spotlight.
 “If I’d known,” Vivian huffed, “you’d be making me climb so many hills, I would’ve worn shoes that actually-” She cut herself off with a small gasp as her focus shifted from keeping her balance to the picnic he’d laid out for them at the base of the enormous cherry tree. Her wide-eyed pause was worth the thousand little adjustments he’d made to it waiting for her to arrive.
“Here.” Eichi offered a hand to them, pulling them up the last bit of incline as they took in the sight. “I thought, with the blossoms in bloom… what better time for a picnic?”
Vivian laughed, holding his invitation note between their fingers. “This? This was your big, dramatic surprise?”
“Well, I wouldn’t say dramatic. I was going more for romantic. Downright dashing of me, even.”
Vivian smacked his arm with a mock pout, crossing her arms. “Yeah, very dashing of you to have me walk through all that wet morning grass in sandals.”
“Oh, hush. At least you didn’t have picnic baskets to carry.”
Vivian rolled her eyes and opened her mouth to retort but Eichi was faster, popping a blackberry in her mouth before she could. Vivian recoiled in surprise and shot him a glare. “Rude!” she tried to say, but all that came out was a garbled squeak of protest. Eichi chuckled at the real pout that crossed her lips this time before gathering her all at once into his arms. Her pinks cheeks turned even pinker as he smiled down at her, his voice soft and adoring. “Do you like it?”
At that, Vivian rolled her eyes again in fond exasperation and heaved a sigh. “Welllll… I suppose it’ll do.”
Eichi laughed. He secretly hoped against all hope for a lifetime of sunrises with her. "And you call me the dramatic one."
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