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[wonderlandwalker]

Shining Bright | James Potter x Reader

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Summary: You and James reunite after the winter holiday, reminiscing old memories and stumbling into new ones. Except Sirius doesn't know you're dating yet, and James is not particularly good at hiding it anymore.

Content Warnings/Tags: Smut, fluff, angst kinda idk, Reader is Sirius' sister (how do I even tag that), 18+, hinting at abuse, simping, traumatizing bystanders, not proofread just go with it, no use of y/n, ignore any plotholes

Word Count: 4.0k

A/n: I listened to the hazbin hotel soundtrack on repeat while writing and I'm praying it doesn't show. This was gonna make this longer but then I got impatient so lemme know if you'd like more. Not kidding when I say it's not proofread this came straight out of my notes so sorry for any mistakes, will come back later to fix them xx

The black family siblings were all as bright as the stars they were named after, James knew this for a fact. Sirius was the brightest star in the night sky, scorching others with his light in a way you couldn't look away from even if you wanted to. Regulus, not as blinding as his brother, but shining in his own right amongst those who took the effort to look for the constellation he carried with him. And you, you were a puzzle James couldn't yet solve, the light luring him in like that spark people spend their lives looking for, never sure if they'll ever get to hold it.

After Sirius had been sorted into Gryffindor in his first year, your parents had been very strict about who you socialized with, not wanting any further damage to the oh so carefully crafted family image. Not that it mattered, you and Sirius found plenty of ways to talk, most people didnt care enough to snitch and the ones who did were familiar enough with what you both were capable of to watch their tongues. Sirius was more loud and proud in his defiance, living up to his namesake in the sky, but you were better at hiding it, playing into the part people expected. Yes, Sirius was a fallen star, and your parents had worried he’d drag you with him, but you only shined brighter in his absence, trying to make up for the light lost as if something wasnt permanently dimming it.

And that's exactly what he was worried about right now, because you were never really yourself after a holiday at the Black family manor, always a part of you left behind, a part dimmed. But James was your sun, always there shining bright enough to ignore anything else, because with his light you were never truly dulled. He had missed you, he had missed you so much, your relationship was fresh, but he had been head over heels from the first time you kissed. He had been replaying the memory in his head so often he could almost see it. 

You were slytherin’s head girl, just as he was gryfindoors head boy, and you had run into each other while doing rounds of the hallways. Typically this would be a job for the prefects, but for some reason the both of you had decided to take over their duties for the evening, you called it luck, James called it destiny.

It was simply banter while walking down the halls, and it was mostly at James’ expense, but he wouldn’t trade the moment for anything. He was loud with his body, moving his hands as he talked and sometimes kicking his feet ahead of him, but you were more quiet, more calculated. So James did what he always did, talk. “I had a dream once about a glass of strawberry lemonde except it was only as big as my pinky finger, and there was this duck who tried to keep stealing it from me.” You stop in your tracks as he finishes his rant, staring right at him. “Oh my god, I had the exact same dream.” “Really?” his eyes were wide as he saw your face change.

“Are you crazy, of course I didn’t.” You fell back into step and he hurriedly caught up with you again. “Well you never know, Sirius and I have the same dreams sometimes, I mean we’re basically brothers-”

“Does that make me basically your sister?” Your eyebrows were raised at him as you asked your question, and he had to do his best not to trip over his own feet as he answered.

“What, no!-” his face had turned bright red rather quickly, and you would probably never admit this to him, but you had found it quite endearing. “I don’t, I just don’t think of you as a sister, definitely not a sister.” Somehow you had turned him into a nervous wreck in under a minute, and you were quickly getting addicted to the effect you had on him, letting him tumble over his words further.

“Like, if I married you, Sirius would be my brother but you wouldnt be my sister, you know. Those two things don’t have to go togethe-” his thoughts slowly trailed off as he turned his head to look at you, a bright smile now evident on your face, and if this is how your face lit up, he’d gladly make a fool of himself for the rest of his life. “You’ve been thinking about marrying me?” Your head was turned up towards him, challenging him to continue his train of thought. He looked frantically around him as if searching for an answer, hiping the right thing to say would magically appear, but of course it didnt. “What, of course not, I don’t wanny marry you. Wait- no i mean, hypothetically I would but-” “You can relax James, I’m just messing with you” Your shoulders were slightly shaking, suppressing laughter he was desperate to hear. “Right” The tension seeped out of him right as he started laughing himself, and it was so infectious you couldnt help but join him in it.

The two of you fell into an effortless silence as you continued, and James was about to break it before you beat him to the punch. 

“You know, right now would be a great moment to kiss me” he was sure he would get whiplash from the way his head turned towards you. The look on your face didnt give anything away, and for a moment he had wondered if he had made it up. “If that's the sort of thing you’d want to do” you were looking down at your shoes now, roles reversed as you had become the nervous one, and for another moment he just stared at the blush creeping up on your face before he realised he should probably say something, anything. 

“Don’t you think this is wrong? '' Alright, maybe that wasnt the right something to say, but he genuinely pondered before you put his worries to rest. “dont you think that’s up to us to decide?” You were looking up to him now, eyes enchanting him with a single glance.

“If Sirius finds out-” “I won’t tell if you don’t”

“Well- “James, do you want to kiss me or not?” “Merlin, yes.” with that the last of James’ self control was lost, and he pushed you into the wall behind you as his lips found yours, dedicated to explore you for as long as youd let him. You melted into the kiss just as quickly, leaning your body into him as he pressed up against you. James was eager with everything he did, and this was no exception. His hands didnt know where to go, never staying still for long as they roamed your body, you couldve sworn they were little rays of sunshine, lighting you up everywhere he touched. Your own hands found their way to the nape of his neck, tugging at some hair, resulting in a small moan leaving him, and after the taste you were desperate for more. James found himself in a similar situation, completely forgetting his surroundings as his mouth made its way to your neck, trailing kisses down from by your ear to your pulse point until you were silently moaning his name, begging him not to stop, not that he’d ever dare to. 

He continued his assault on your neck, his hands trailing up higher and higher underneath your shirt, longing to feel more of you, you tugged at his hair again and led him back to your face, connecting your lips once more, this time more sloppy, your patience completely gone. 

James was ready to drop to his knees for you, and he would have if he didnt hear someone nearly shriek behind him. He turned around, coming face to face with a second year Hufflepuff who looked close to fainting, stuck in place at the corner she had just turned. 

“Shit” he mumbled as he leaped forward, not sure whether to comfort the girl or scold her for being out past curfew. As James looked back at you you were close to losing it, and he couldnt deny the humour of the situation himself. In the end the two of you walked the girl back to her common room, not too worried about the situation with how in shock she seemed to be.

So yes, winter break had left him simply wishing to be near you again, and now he was so close he could almost already feel you in his arms again. He had debated telling Sirius, it would be so much easier, since he had moved in with the Potters a while ago and James was struggling to keep his yearning for you to himself, he was sure his parents had figured it out already, but simply choose to let him deal with it on his own for now. Everytime you send Sirius an owl he wanted to take him by the shoulders and shake him, hoping that information about you would fall out like loose change.But he knew Sirius couldn't know, he knew that. Everyone assumes it's James who can't keep a secret, always wearing his heart on his sleeve, but really that's only because he's never really had  a reason not to. Truly, it was Sirius who couldn't keep a thing to himself, once he knew, half of Hogwarts knew, he just couldn't stop himself from talking about the things that excited him, which was one of the qualities James so adored, but not one which would play in your favour at the moment. 

You were still living with your parents, still subject to their ways and while James had begged you to come live with him as well, you were hesitant. Hesitant to leave Regulus behind, hesitant to leave the life you had grown so accustomed to, even if it wasn't a good one. The both of you knew your parents would never approve, sure, James held the pureblood status, but it had lost its value the moment he harboured Sirius.

And so when the winter holiday came to an end and they once again reached Hogwarts, James was the embodiment of pure excitement. He was glad no one was questioning it, most likely brushing it off as joy at reuniting with his friends, which wasn't entirely untrue. 

For a little while he truly got lost in seeing everyone again, trading stories with Remus and Peter about what they had been up to, discussing pranks that needed to be set ij motion to make up for lost time, but when the start of term party took place and he walked down to the common room with the others he froze in his tracks, because there you were. For a split second he wondered if it had been a dream, he had been having them so often now, but Sirius rushed past him to envelop you in a hig so tight you spilled half of your drink over yourself, cursing at him in such a soft tone of endearment as you hugged him back.

"I've missed you, you know" Sirius was beaming at you, doing a quick double check of you, something James used to not think much about until je started doing it himself after he found the strange bruises none of you dared to speak of. 

"Yes Siri, I do know" you chuckled back at him, and in that moment all the worry disappeared.

"I've missed you too" 

The rest of the group caught up with the two of you, and it was Remus who first spoke

"It's good to see you back" he acknowledged with a small nod, not one for big gestures, but you had all learned it truly was the thought that counts.

"It's good to be back, now if you'll excuse me, I have to go change so there's no longer firewhiskey all over my shirt" You gave a pointed look at Sirius, but his antics were nothing new to you.

"Just use one of my sweaters so you don't have to go all the way back to the slytherin dorms, I have some extras upstairs" sirius nudged his head towards the stairs, you gave him a final hug as you moved to take him up on his offer.

As you walked by him James could smell the blend of vanilla and rosemary that was still there despite the liquor, it intoxicated him like a drug he was already hooked on, finally getting a fix of it after so long apart, and he had to remind himself not to grab you and kiss you right then and there. 

You disappeared from his sight as you went up to the dorms and it only took another second for James' brain to spring to action.

"I gotta go" 

"What, why? We just got here" he knew he would need a better excuse, but the fuses in his head weren't connecting.

" forgot my wand" is what splurged out

"Why would you need your wand we're-" thankfully it was Sirius's short attention span that came to the rescue, because the moment he saw Marlene he made a beeline to go see her. James wondered if he had it in him to explain his actions to Peter and Remus, but neither of them seemed to mind much, so he sprinted off to the stairs as well.

As soon as he got to his dorm, he reminded himself to knock, not wanting to startle you.

"Merlin Sirius, how am I meant to find anything in this mess?" James creaked the door open to see you rummaging through your brother's trunk, still looking for the sweater you had come up here to find.

"Why don't you just wear one of mine" even the idea of it already made James's head dizzy. Your head spun around as soon as you heard his voice, and for a moment the two of you simply stood there, looking at each other like a long lost treasure. But it didn't last long, because right after James crossed the room in record time, he took you in his arms, connecting his lips with yours as if you were his last source of oxygen. The kiss was heated and filled with lust from the both of you, and James could finally let himself go, finally let his thoughts out and make them reality once more.

That’s why he decided not to waste any more time as he gently nudged you towards his bed, making sure you wouldnt hit the headboard as the both of you laid down. He remembered the path he was trailing down your neck with his eyes closed, had remembered the way your breath hitched and your hips squirmed everytime he did so. All he had to do was follow the same signs and you were a mess underneath him in no time. His hands made their way up underneath your skirt, massaging the skin underneath his fingertips as he heard you moaning out his name, pleading for him to keep going, and he was more than happy to fullfill your request. He continued his way down until he came face to face with your whiskey stained shirt, not thinking twice before taking it off you, but from how you were quick to connect his lips with yours once more you didnt seem to mind. But James was a man on a mission, and it was not one he was willing to abandon. So he willed himself to ignore the whine that left you as he moved away from the kiss, knowing you’d forgive him for it soon enough.

He found his way to your chest and took in the sight for sore eyes you were to him, once again glowing underneath him. He was starting to suck bruises onto your skin, love marks he knew only he would see, and when he would next time he’d be just as eager to leave even more of them behind. Having you like this again, feeling the heat of your skin against him, your hands tugging at his curls as he could hear more and more moans slip out of you, it got him hard in his trousers simply thinking about all the things you’d let him do to you, all the things he’d do for you. He was rutting his hips into the mattress, desperate for the friction of it, his hands krept up further towards your cunt, inching further up until he could slide your underwear to the side and feel just how wet you were for him. His mouth was still busy on your chest as one of his fingers found its way inside of you, making you arch your back towards him. “Fuck darling, your pussy feels just as good as I remember” You wanted to reply to him, telling him how good he felt inside of you, his long hands reaching places you never could on your own, but your words failed you as just another moan left you, your exterior having crumbled down in a matter of minutes thanks to the one and only James Potter, but he seemed to know exactly what was going on.

“I know baby, I’ll take good care of you don’t worry”

He had never broken a promise before, and he wasn’t about to start now, he added a second finger, crooking them inside of you towards the one spot that would turn your vision white as if you were staring straight into the sun itself. If this had been any other moment you might have been embarrassed about how fast you were starting to reach your high, but James wasnt the only one who had been waiting for this, dreaming about seeing each other again, counting down the days. It took him only a little while longer, encouraged only further by your laboured breathing until he was sure he was about to reach his own climax simply from the sounds you were making underneath him as he coaxed you through it. But he didnt give you much time to recover, not letting you catch your breath as he went further down the bed until he could start kissing your thighs, giving in to the urge to bite some of the fat leading up to your cunt, it made you produce a small shriek, and it encouraged him even further.

So he wasted no more time, attaching his lips to your clit and lapping at it like a man starved, wanting to make you cum again, wondering how fast he could make you come undone again. His tongue hungrily took in all the juices from your previous orgasm and from the next one creeping closer and closer. His nose kept bumping against your clit as his mouth was now on your opening, not quite reaching the spots his finger could but oh so heavenly in a whole other way. He was dangerously close to his own high now, rather sure he’d reach it the moment you started spasming underneath him from the overstimulation. But he wasnt letting down just yet, doubling down on his efforts as he felt you grow restless, gracing his ears with whimpers and whispers reserved only for him. He could tell you were about to tip over the edge, knew you and your body well enough by now to see the signs before you even registered them yourself. “You can let go, I’ve got you” he accentuated his words with a soft squeeze to your inner thighs as he could feel you melt into him and took everything you would give him. 

“I’m pretty sure you just beat your record” you were breathless but you were already softly giggling as a wide smile broke on his face, proud of himself for his endeavors but furthemore proud of how he had been able to get you to let your walls down around him, how you had let him help you disassemble them brick by brick with each passing day. It was still early in the relationship, but James had never been so sure as to the fact that he loved you, because your presence made him shine even brighter than he already did, and he wasnt sure how much longer he could keep it contained. He moved back up the bed, caging you in with his arms as he leaned down to kiss you, no longer hurriedly or messy, but soft and delicate like the first rays of morning light.

Just as he did so however, someone came barelling in the room, and James cursed himself for not having locked it. 

“You better not be cutting one of my shirts into a tank-top again- holy fuck” Sirius very nearly landed face first into the hard wood flooring as he caught sight of the two of you before he he steadied himself on the dresser. The both of you shot up from your positions on the bed, and, ironically enough, approached him as one would a startled deer. “What in Merlin’s beard were you two just doing” He looked as if he was contemplating life itself, and you almost felt bad for him

“What, nothing, you’re drunk-” James tried to defend, but you were rather sure there was no way out of this one.

“I’m not drunk, I’m sober and that's the problem” He was flailing his hands around now, and it was hard to suppress the laugh bubbling its way up your throat. 

“Don’t laugh, this is not a situation to laugh at” he was trying to be stern, but it didnt quite suit him. 

“It’s alright Sirius, James and I have been seeing each other for a little while now” He was no longer shocked, no, his current expression better resembled being offended.

“And neither of you told me” he was nearly shouting now, but the party downstairs was loud enough that it didn’t really matter anyway.

“We haven’t told anyone, and youre not exactly the best at keeping secrets.”

“Excuse me, I’m great at keeping secrets, I never told you he’s had a crush on you since third year, but apparently I should have”

“Completely forgot I ever told you that” James’ shoulders had lost their tension as he stood next to you now, slowly reaching out for your hand.

“I will go now before either of you scar my eyes any further” Sirius said as he made his way back to the dorm door.

“Oi Moony, wait till you hear- fuck I can’t tell you” He had made a complete mood shift once more as he turned fuzzy, wanting to tell someone the news immediatly.

“It’s fine, Remus knows.” You tell him, interlacing your fingers with James’ in the meantime.

This time he looked betrayed again, halfway down the stairs already as you could hear him yelling. “You knew and didnt tell me?!” and it was faint, but you could make out Remus’ voice as well. “Of course I knew, I have eyes” The two of you looked at each other as he placed a simple kiss on top of your hair, a small gesture of affection that would become increasingly more common with time. He turned around briefly to grab something from his trunk  and before you could register it he had already asked, the shirt in his hand.

“Still gotta change your top, why don’t you take my jersey” It made your heart flutter as you slipped the item of clothing over your head and you went to follow Sirius downstairs, figuring this was as good a time as any to tell everyone.

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[astonmartinii]

Hi! I love your work!

I was wondering if you could do one of Pierre Gasly getting back with his ex(y/n) and the fans are really happy for them?

we never go out of style | pierre gasly instagram au

pairing: pierre gasly x ex!reader (i'm going to use taylor swift as the face claim cause of the beauts hd tour photos)

absence makes the heart grow fonder

pitchfork

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pitchfork: mood for y/n y/ln's new tour!! her most recent album covered her heartbreaking split from pierre gasly (we're still not over it, we're still rooting for them to get back together) and we can't wait to hear it live!

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ynstan22 I CAN'T WAIT SHE'S GONNA SLAY THIS TOUR SO BAD

yournamesangel the way pitchfork wants her and pierre to get back together - they're just like us

f1wagss PIERRE IN THE LIKES

likedbypierre i need them back together NOW i'm not joking

lilacyn clouds was THE break up album but she never actually talks badly about pierre

user45 can y'all just let this relationship go? they broke up nearly a year ago

yourusername

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yourusername: opening night was special, clouds as an album means so much to me so i'm glad you guys love it as much as me !!

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no1cloudsstan mother mothered so hard here

holayn she fed us so well

carlando55 i miss her in the paddock :(

f1girly67 honestly the fact that pierre still likes all of her posts

danielricciardo show looked insane - can't wait until the aussie shows

yourusername thank you danny :)

maxiel33 PLS GET BACK WITH PIERRE

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[caption: forever proud of you]

pierregasly

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pierregasly: good to be back in the points - we'll build from this

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f1wags ALERT ALERT Y/N LIKED OMG

user45 i pray you guys leave them alone - they've been broken up for so long

charles_leclerc great race brother

pierregasly you too calmar x

ynismyqueen y/n in his likes again - call me delusional but please be back together

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f1wagsupdates: y/n y/ln and pierre gasly photographed by paparazzi after a dinner in london - could they be back together?

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folkloreyn please don't give me hope

user34 privacy just isn't a thing i guess

piarlestruther OMFG PARETNS ??? BACK TOGETHER ???

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[caption: we never go out of style]

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[caption: weekends off are for this]

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alpine it feels like a perfect night to watch an f1 race - y/n y/ln is our guest this weekend!

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pierrespanda WAR IS OVER

charles_leclerc i thought she loved red ???

pierregasly watch it

estebanocon can my girlfriend have a picture?

ynismymother i guess sport is good for one thing

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pierregasly: can we always be this close?

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yourusername forever and ever

yukitsunoda0511 mom and dad are back together !!!!

pierregasly leave us alone

yourusername yuki!!! i missed you let's go for lunch xx

yukitsunoda this is why y/n is my favourite parent

ynylngoat i prayed for days like this

charles_leclerc no more mopey pierre !!!!

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yourusername: all along there was an invisible string tying you to me

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pierregasly i'm never letting you go again

oliviarodrigo so so happy for you guys

maxverstappen1 so can we get free tickets again?

yourusername you're so cheap - yes.

yukitsunoda0511 yayyyyyyyyyyyyy

alexalbon so where's these posts for me @lilymunhe

lilymunhe shut up

f1

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f1: grid trip to a y/n y/ln concert?

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ynmoon that should be me

lewishamilton great show !!

pierregasly so so talented

danielricciardo best show ever

charles_leclerc easy enough for you to say you screamed in my ears through every song

danielricciardo i'm a passionate fan - at least i didn't cry like pierre

pierregasly most of these songs are about me i'm allowed to cry

yourusername awwww you cried?

note: hope you enjoyed, i had a blast writing it !!

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[just-some-random-blogger]

First I wanna say I absolutely adore your writing! <3

I was wondering if you could write a Daemon x Reader where the reader is a noble Northern lady who is like a shieldmaiden and they fight together at Stepstones. They kind of become friends and the reader constantly teases Daemon about how he has never seen anything about life in his Prince-ly upbringing and she knows more than him even though he is older (though it is the start of the battle of stepstones so he is canonically like 25 but still he is like 3-4 years older than her). But then while they are talking and drinking she accidentally blurts out that she is still a maiden and now it is time for Daemon to tease her. Then boom, smut happens.

Mine For The Night

"It's not something to fuss over, really," Daemon mutters, thumb on my lips, breath laced with wine, "and wouldn't it better I take your maidenhead than some old man you'll never desire?"

Daemon Targaryen x Reader | 1k+ | cw: fem!reader, mentions/depictions of drinking/drunkenness, smut (drunk sex, loss of virginity, piv, breeding kink, choking, scratching, biting?), sleazy!daemon, typos, etc.

A/N: rah its been a while since a daemon req so lemme crack this egg

Tagging: @pinksirensong @aralezinspace @sloanexx @delicious-xx @deniixlovezelda @targaryenmoony @risefallrise @thebullship @sa3losa

The onlooking crowd cheers when I dodge the man who charged into me. The bumbling brute batters into a table of men who aren't fortunate enough to be as quick as I am. The collision is heavy and loud. The ruffian, who was dim enough to pick a fight with me, spills all the drinks on the table on impact. It inspires the sat men to stand and to hurtle him against the wall, where he then passes out.

Daemon watches this play out with the rest of the patrons in the tavern, arms crossed, chest buzzing in amusement.

"That'll teach ya to mind yer manners," a man from our company barks before sharing a laugh with the rest of the men.

My inebriety is washed off with my exhaustion. I wobble back to my table, glaring at the men there, "you lot could stand to help?"

Daemon chuckles, but someone else answers, "well, our lady proved the point beautifully."

I roll my eyes, "men are good for nothing," I grab my things and head out of the tavern.

"Oh, don't be like that, lady love!" one of the men call, "I'm sure one of us can show you how good it can be to have a man!"

They share a laugh with each other and I roll my eyes.

The moment, I'm outside, I burp and head back to our camp. I whip my head to the side when I realize someone came outside with me.

"The slurs of drunken cunts," Daemon grins, walking beside me with his hands behind his back.

I shake my head and keep walking, "you're a cunt yourself, since you sat and watched."

"There's something rather bewitching seeing you get covered in ale and blood," he mutters through a lopsided smile.

"Mmm, I pray you be bewitched all the way back to your tent and leave me be," I glare at him before walking faster.

He makes a tutting sound and grabs my arm, preventing me from moving any father. The prince shakes his head and brushes his hand down my shoulder, "my drunken fool has forgotten her promise to me."

I scowl at him, "who are you calling fool?" I shove him back. It doesn't work very effectively. Curses. I hiss, "I made no promise to you. Unhand me."

Daemon chuckles, both his hands now on my arms, "ah, you're right. Twas I that promised you this," he rubs his hands up to my temples and swipes his thumbs on my brows, "the head of our enemy's dimwitted commander for a night you'd not forget."

My breath catches in my throat when the silver haired man leans closer. He mutters, "or did you think my words on the battlefield were weightless, Northern girl?"

"I am not interested in your words, nor doing such lascivious things with you," I push him off by his chest.

Daemon lets me walk away, and he laughs as I do so. "I did not think your memory would be so poor after such cheap wine touched your lips."

I hear him follow after me.

"Shall I recite how you confessed your desires to bed a man before you died?"

"And I am alive, am I not?"

"You'll only truly, once you've had me throw your legs over my shoulders and-"

"WHATEVER I SPOKE TO YOU-" I snap, turning around and pointing a finger at him, "about my sinful desires-"

Daemon chuckles.

"-in moments of weakness, be it when I was drunk or desperate in the middle of a fight, do away with it, devil."

He laughs louder at that.

"I have no intention of sullying myself, all because you-"

"My," he drags out and yanks be by the arm, "my lady is acting suddenly so ladylike."

I narrow my eyes at him, "I have always been ladylike because I am a lady!" I wrangle out of my his grip.

I whine when he grips my shoulders tightly. My stomach drops at the way he whispers in his mother tongue against my ear. Though I do not know what he says, I renders me frozen in my spot.

The prince relishes in this. His hands find my cheeks again. He leans in close, so close I can smell what he had been drinking. "It's not something to fuss over, really," Daemon mutters, thumb on my lips, breath laced with wine, "and wouldn't it better I take your maidenhead than some old man you'll never desire?"

Whatever I flaring retort I had is put out by the moistness of his lips.

I had never been kissed before. The sensation makes my insides roll and it's surprisingly so pleasant to be kissed by such a man as Daemon.

He chuckles, "oh, apologies," he brushes my hair back, "wasn't your maidenhood already broken ages ago on the account of your horseback riding?"

My heart races when his one hand slips into my clothes, on to my bare chest. His other hand comes to my waist. He sighs contentedly when I do not repel him after pulling me close to kiss me once more. I actually kiss him back this time.

"No one's gonna know," he mutters, "just us and the gods."

We're a mess of heavy breathing when we reach my tent. Daemon wastes no time in ripping me out of my clothing. It doesn't take long for it to be just him and I in a sea of discarded fabrics.

My skin reaches out to him with goosebumps when his hot huffs hit my neck. My movements are intrinsic; I reach out to him just as he kneads my body. His hips nestle between my bare thighs. A whine escapes me when he begins to rub against me.

"Relax," he mutters, "it won't hurt. You'll enjoy it."

I sigh as he begins to trail kisses down my neck. I slowly feel myself melt into his touch. He continues meshing his hips into mine until a tingle builds in my belly and my toes curl in response. I feel a slickness build between my thighs. I claw my nails into his back and he hisses in response. My legs tighten around him. He groans, muttering something in his native tongue.

I gasp when he tugs me by my hair and speaks hotly against my ear, "you're making it hard for me to be gentle with you."

I claim his lips with my teeth, making him groan. I scratch my fingers up his nape and pull on his hair in a more gentle and needing manner, "I can take it."

Daemon lets out an amused garbled noise then claws my legs apart as he shifts above me. I throw my head back and squeal the moment shoves in my weeping cunny and he proceeds to thrust at a vigorous pace. He huffs through his nostrils as his thick, heavy member bullies into me. He pins me in place by clamping his hands at the back of my thigh and folding my legs like he meant to make me half my size.

"Oh," he lets out a prolonged sigh, "if they could see you now," he heaves, "powerless against me, reduced into a mewling little girl, taking it like a bitch in heat." He chuckles, lifting himself up to watch how he had me whining and rolling my eyes back.

He releases one thigh then pushes my jaw back; my voice and neck strain because of it. He goes wild over the sight and sound of my frantic breathing. He slightly squeezes my jaw, "no one's gonna know you lost your maidenhead to me."

I feel my lungs deflate when he puts more pressure on my airways.

"Mmm," he hums through the sound of slapping skin, "but everyone's gonna know I pumped my seed into you when your babe comes out looking like me."

I suck in a sharp breath when he releases my throat.

"Let's see how you fare once you're heavy with my child."

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2023 writing roundup :D

hi all! thank you to @hgejfmw-hgejhsf @rockyroadkylers @songliili @littlemisskittentoes for the tags on this! I loved getting to go back through all of the works you guys have shared with us this year (and hearing about some of your upcoming projects as well!)

I realized that I did do a year in review post, but that was mostly stats, so I figured I'd participate in this one as well since it'd be nice to have all of my fics linked in one place for organizational purposes!

thank you guys for everything this year, I can't wait for all that's coming in the next one! <3

sarah / anincompletelist xx

Sure As The Stars in the Sky | E | 20k

It shouldn't matter that Alex has been present for each and every one of Henry's most important life milestones, sometimes the singular catalyst for them. It shouldn't be important that he's grown to be more familiar to Henry than even some of his own family members, that part of him is burrowed so deeply into Henry's subconscious that he can taste it sometimes, that even when Alex crashes in, spirited and passionate, it feels like an easy exhale; like coming home. It shouldn't matter, but it does.

praying our bridges don't make waves | E | 82k

When June gets sick, Alex knows he'll do whatever it takes to make sure she gets the care that she needs. Even if that means convincing his nemesis/sexuality-crisis-inducing/clandestine hook-up partner/somewhat of an actual friend to pretend to be his soulmate in order to pull it off. It's both more and less complicated than it sounds.

kiss me like you've got nowhere to be | M | 3k

In the three years they’ve lived together, he thinks it’s safe to say that he and Alex have gotten… close. The kind of close that other people like to point out sometimes when they’re in public, and not just their overinvolved older sisters and overly suggestive friends. A few of Alex’s colleagues have made comments when Henry shows up at the holiday parties or after a stressful work day to make sure Alex is eating and staying hydrated, just the same as Henry’s clients each know little bits of odd Alex-facts that he lets slip sometimes in his sessions. Regardless, it’s all terribly domestic, and the twinge of satisfaction Henry gets when Alex’s dates don’t go well is most definitely not appropriate, even if they are kind of in a weird, probably mostly platonic, very codependent relationship. If he’s not careful, Henry’s going to get himself so, so hurt one of these days.

I feel the beating of your heart, I see the shadows on your face | M | 18k

It’s certainly not what Alex would have predicted a few days prior. If someone had told him he’d be tenderly embracing his self-imposed enemy after switching bodies with him for seventy-two hours and embarking on an unintentional journey of self discovery and then finally finding their way back to each other to ask for a True Love’s Kiss that may or may not break the curse that flipped their lives upside down - Well, Alex would have told them to fuck off.

but I can count on you to tell me the truth when (I've) been drinking and you're wearing a mask | M | 8k

The room goes quiet again, Alex too focused on the sound of his own breathing. He’s already started, he figures, and the person still hasn’t left. But this next bit is a little more personal, and Alex isn’t positive what the parameters are for one-sidedly conversing with a masked stranger about your best kept secrets at a halloween party when you’re so drunk that the floor is beginning to look like it may open up and swallow you whole. Isn’t sure if that might be better anyway.

who ya gonna call? | M | 7k

Henry is a ghostwriter. Alex is a little confused on what exactly that means.

I'll bet it all on me and you, I'll bet it all you're bulletproof | M | 11k

“Let’s do this,” he says. “Let’s,” Alex agrees, pushing down on the handle until the door swings open. “After you, boyfriend.” This is most definitely not his finest idea. Henry usually practices much better self preservation skills. Much better common senseskills. He steps over the threshold of Alex’s room and it feels like sealing his fate. They’re doing this for Alex to win over their bosses in a lighthearted game with a harmless lie, but Henry can’t fight off the bitter knowledge that, regardless of how tonight goes, Alex will be fine, but Henry has so much to lose.

(+ listen to the podfic here!)

but if you could see us from a distance you'd know I've always been so close to you | E | 10k

Objectively, standing half-soaked from rainwater with a stitch in his side and an uncomfortable, raging hard-on outside his worst enemy’s door is not Henry’s finest moment. It’s not even on the list. [or, henry is afflicted with a curse-gone-wrong that stipulates that only his sworn enemy, alex claremont-diaz, can touch him.]

you make it look so easy, I know it's not | T+ | 8k

Bea’s to his left, speaking frantically on the phone with who Henry hopes is the fire brigade or someone else trained to deal with these— situations. In front of him, Pez is fumbling frustratedly with the water hose, showcasing his colorful vocabulary with a flourish of jerky hand movements and chaotic pacing. On either side of the fence, his neighbors are peaking over the sides to ask if everything’s okay, and Henry feels the resolution to make a good first impression crumbling and slipping rapidly out of his grasp. Even David watches on from inside the house, his sage eyes and patriotic bowtie appraising the scene and looking back to Henry as if to say I told you so. And the fryer — the fryer itself is up in flames, thick gray smoke swirling up into the air and soaring high above the tree line now. In the distance, the echo of sirens. Henry may faint right here, in the middle of his backyard at his new home before he's even unpacked, with all the neighbors and his family and friends watching on, on his first official American Thanksgiving. It is, by all means, not what he’d envisioned for the day.

somehow I'd get by (part one) | E | 13k

Henry should have known, probably, that accepting a job offer from Pez would have its nuances. It’s his own fault that he hadn’t asked more questions, that he hadn’t regarded it as a red flag when he’d had to sign several very thick NDA’s at the onboarding, when Pez had smiled so big and so secretively when they went out to celebrate afterward that Henry had to physically look away from it. Though he’s new to the city, he’d thought that working as an accountant wouldn’t offer all that many opportunities for any sort of overly odd, eclectic jobs. So he’d shown up on his first day at the provided address, a big, nondescript brick building in front of him with a duffel bag full of his sign-on papers, his computer, and a framed photo of his dog, David, ready to take up its rightful place on yet another boring, blank desk. He’d made it all of two steps inside the door before realizing that he’d just accepted a contract working for some kind of sex club. He’d stood his ground despite the burning flush that bloomed on his cheeks and then, miraculously, he’d stayed.

take my hand if you can take me as I am | E | 14k

It would hurt less, Alex guesses, if he wasn’t head over heels for the guy he’s supposed to be fucking through an ancient one-sided sex curse with that was partially — a lot, actually — his own fault. But. It’s not like there’s a fucking handbook. Alex has looked. 

if you take a life, do you know what you'll give? | M | 9k

It would have been one thing had Alexander’s job description been simply to stay in his hotel room and operate the funds covertly, an exceedingly safe distance away from Henry and any of Le Chiffre’s men. As it is, they’d instructed Alex to play the part of Henry’s date for the night, subsequently granting him the access he’d need to the private cardroom within the casino in order to report back to headquarters the funds needed in the precise moment Henry would need them. It's too dangerous, and he knows it. Henry's had a lot of blood on his hands in this life, but he refuses to have Alex's as well.

miles to go, but we're almost home | M | 5k

Texas is a bit of a last minute decision. As in, at the actual last minute, Henry had begged them at the station for whatever ticket they had left to get out of the city, shoved his credit card at them expeditiously, and promptly boarded the vessel just as the doors slid closed behind him. Turns out it’s the best decision he’s ever made.

something borrowed, something blue | (to begin posting jan 1!)

dom!alex part two

dom!henry

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THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU ALL FOR BEING HERE TO WITNESS ME SCREAM INTO THE VOID! this space has meant so much to me since I first read the book when it came out, but even more so once I started writing again these last few months. 2022/2023 was a very long, very lonely time in my life and I just didn't have words for a while. when the movie came out, I remembered how much I loved the book and finally opened a blank page again! I needed an outlet, and I found so much more than that <3

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cheers to a wonderful year, friends! I am so grateful for all of you and for this space that we've created to share and connect with each other and the art that inspires us. here's hoping 2024 has a lot more of that! <333

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[skyshroom]

Fantasy high Junior year master post xx will update every week

!!!FANTASY HIGH JUNIOR YEAR SPOILERS, ALL FHJY SPOILERS WILL BE TAGGED #fhjy spoilers, #fantasy high junior year spoilers, #dimension 20 spoilers!!!

1. SUMMER SCARIES

Oh we are jumping straight into action

CANON NIGHT YORB DESIGN and it’s a fishy 🥺?! I’m in love

HANGVAN MINI IM GONNA CRY I missed u so much

Moggy the doggy!! I hope Adine just accumulates a truly irresponsible amount of little guys over the season

Baby mini (blursed)

Seated minis?!????

The new hangman art 🥺 puppy

Bloke mode Kristen applebees. Breakup hit you hard so sorry baby girl

After rewatching FHSY twice in preparation for this season I feel almost overwhelmed there’s so much stuff happening the set??? The battle map?? Seated and unseated minis?! I’m going into sensory overload

I need this battle music in my everyday playlist hello?

LOU’S FIRST ROLL OF THE SEASON BEING A NAT ONE (I recognize that dice)

First Beardsley 20 of the season we are so back baby

EMILY TOO LMFAO what is going on

These bits where a brand new character shows up and everyone already knows their whole deal are so fucking funny

Two Beardsley 20s!!!

This cliffhanger is going to be the absolute death of me omg what bad cheese did fig get into over the summer 👹

2. SUMMER BREAKDOWN

I’m a fool and tried to just add my live thoughts onto this post directly and lost all of it when the app crashed so lesson learned. Notes app first from here out. Anyways here are the highlights I can think of

The Ayda armor. Wow, we are so back Figayda nation

Riz hitting Fabian with the van twice is so bffs of them

Riz and Fabian are both breaking my heart already this season they are both so lonely but in such different ways ugh Fabian’s lack of connection with his mom and his security in the friend group while riz has a loving mom but feels so insecure about his place amongst his friends… zoo wee mama!!

Adine and Zayn’s friendship really means the world to me I hope that they explore it more especially now that Aelwyn bailed and left her at mordrid alone

Loving that Sklonda left the pig patrol behind hate that they’re screwing her over but what do you expect cops to do!

Gilear’s luck streak combined with fig’s weird bad luck with having to make a dex save on the stairs only to still wind up with her boot in a bucket of cement is making me nervous in a major way. And then the little blurb about doreen’s fishnet getting torn makes me think she’s got something to do with it and maybe bc Gilear was a lunch lad he is somehow connected I don’t know. I don’t know!

Kristen baby… lesbian canon event

Ayda and Arthur adventures Ayda I am praying so hard for you

The new ayda art 🥺 baby girl

#dimension 20 #fantasy high #fantasy high junior year #fh #fantasy high junior year spoilers #fhjy spoilers #dimension 20 spoilers #fabian seacaster #riz gukgak #adine abernant #figeroth faeth #fig faeth #gorgug thistlespring #kristen applebees

[aprilqueen84]

A Toast To The New Year

A/N: Hello everyone! I wanted to first off by saying that I am very happy to be back writing and that I am thankful to everyone for being so patient for this story. I know that it's a little (three weeks) late but I hope you all love it. This is not betaed so any mistakes and grammar problems are mine, I just wanted to get this out to you. Also if you do not see your name on my tag or you wish to be added let me know!

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A Toast To The New Year

It was two weeks before Christmas when Emma brought the subject up to Killian as they were sitting around the kitchen table eating breakfast. 

“A  New Year’s Eve Party, Love,” Killian asked perplexed.

Emma nodded her head as she took a sip of her coffee. “Yeah. It’s at Town Hall. Regina is throwing it,” she said nonchalantly.

Killian raised an eyebrow at her. “And what, pray tell, does a New Years Eve party entail love?” 

Emma tilted her head at her husband in confusion for a few seconds before realizing her faux pas. “Oh! I’m sorry babe. Sometimes I forget that you’re still not familiar with some of our traditions,” she said sheepishly

Killian reached across the table and rested it on Emma’s. “It’s alright love, it just goes to show what a modern man I’ve become,” he joked. 

Emma laughed. “Too true. It’s basically just a gathering to celebrate the new year.” she explained.

“I gathered that love, but what does one do at these celebrations?” he asked.

“The ones I’ve been to in the past. Mostly drink.” she responds with a shrug of her shoulders.

“Aye? Sounds like my kind of party Swan,” Killian said jovially.

Emma smiled at him. “Some go out to these extravagant parties where there’s dancing and drinks while others choose the more laid back route and stay in with family and friends. But either way it ends with a countdown to midnight and when the clock strikes 12 you ring in the new year with a kiss.” 

“A kiss you say? Well I think I’m liking the idea of this New Years Eve business more and more,” he said cheekily, wagging his eyebrows at her.

Emma shook her head playfully at her husband. “Of course that would be the first thing that registers to you the most.”

“Can you blame me, love?” He said, giving her a devilish look.

Emma rolled her eyes at her husband's antics. “So what do you think?” she asked, getting back to the subject at hand.

“Well that depends, love. I assume this party is going to be more on the extravagant side?” he hedged a guess.

Emma grimaced a little. “Yeah. Probably. I don’t know all the details yet. Mom only told me about it last night.”

“Well if it means I get to spend the evening dancing with my beautiful wife then count me in,” he said lovingly.

Emma felt herself start to blush slightly. “Charmer.”

“Only for you my love,” he said, lifting her hand up to place a gentle kiss on her knuckles. “Just let me know the full details when you find out and we’ll go from there.”

Emma nodded her head. "Yeah. I'm meeting my Mom for lunch tomorrow and I'll see if she knows anymore about it. Hopefully Regina doesn't go too overboard." 

XX

"A what!" Emma exclaimed. When she asked her mother what the New Years Eve party was going to be like , a variety of scenarios went through her head but she was not prepared for what came out of her mother's mouth.

"A ball! Isn't that exciting!" Snow said gleefully.

Emma just stared at her mother in silence until it finally registered what she said. "What on earth possessed Regina to make the theme of the party a ball? And what kind of ball are we talking about? Fancy dress up, like black tie or..she trailed off, afraid of saying the next part out loud in case the feeling she had was right.

"An Enchantment Forest ball!" Snow said, confirming her worst nightmare.

Emma closed her eyes and let out a deep sigh. "Because of course it is." she mumbled under her breath.

Snow continued on, oblivious to the internal turmoil her daughter was going through. “Oh Emma, I can just picture it. Everyone dressed in their ball attire, dancing and mingling,” she lets out a sigh. “It’ll be magical,” she said wistfully.

As she listened to her mother, Emma felt most of her annoyance fade. She realized that it’s been a long time since Snow has been to a ball (the one in Camelot in her opinion didn’t count. She was the Dark One and a man died. Not really a fun celebration.) so she takes a deep breath and says, “That’s a big undertaking. New Year's Eve is only two weeks away. I take it you’re helping Regina out?” she asked.

“Absolutely! When Regina told me what the theme was I jumped at the chance to help. Let me tell you all about it,” Snow said.

As Emma listened to her mother go over the details, one stuck out to her the most. “Wait mom. Ballroom? Town Hall doesn’t have a ballroom.” As soon as she said that Emma noticed Snow grow quiet. When she looked up at her, she saw that her mother was looking down at the table, “Mom?”

“Well it’s not going to be at the Town Hall anymore. It’s not big enough,” Snow said, not quite meeting her eyes.

Emma frowned. “Well where is it going to be?”

“I told Regina that it wasn't a good idea but she was adamant. She said it was the only place that could hold everyone,” Snow said in a rush.

“Slow down Mom. Why are you so upset?” Emma asked.

Snow hesitated before finally saying, “The ball is going to be at The Sorcerer’s  Mansion.”

Emma froze. Memories of spiders and a bright light behind a door ran through her head. “Why? Why would she pick where Gold and Gideon tried to kill me of all places?” She said slightly sticken.

Snow sighed. “I know, I know. I tried to talk her out of it. I really did,” she paused, shrugging her shoulders. “But you know how Regina can get sometimes. You know, you don’t have to go if you don’t want to honey. Your father and I would understand.”

Emma nodded her head. “I know Mom. Let me talk to Killian about it first.”

Snow reached over and patted her hand gently. “Alright sweetheart.”

XXX

Killian watched Emma pace back and forth as she told him about the conversation she had with her mother this afternoon and to say he wasn’t happy about the news would be an understatement. Memories of feeling powerless tied to that fence as the Crocodile taunted him about stealing Emma’s magic and trapping her in that blasted hat. 

“So what do you think?” Emma asked, pulling him back to the present.

Killian glanced up at his wife from where he was seated on the couch. He saw that she was  wringing her hands together and biting her bottom lip. “Come here love,” he said, holding his hand out to her.

Emma walked over, took his hand and sat down next to him. She could immediately feel the tension leave her body. “I’m being silly right? I mean it’s just a building. I shouldn’t let it affect me so much.” 

“It’s not silly Emma,” Killian said softly. 

“I just,” Emma paused, trying to gather her thoughts. “I just hate feeling like this.”

Killian tilted his head at her in question. “Like what love?”

“Like that place has some kind of power over me. I was fine and then as soon as Mom mentioned the Mansion I froze and I was right back there, almost falling for Gold’s trap and fighting a giant spider.” Emma confesses wearily.

Killian couldn’t stand seeing his Swan look so dejected. “Emma. It doesn’t make you powerless. You’ve been through so much over the past few years, it’s only understandable that you would feel like that. Plus you’re not alone, we both have terrible memories of that place, the Gold men tormented us both there.” 

“What a pair we are huh?” Emma said with a chuckle.

Killian smiled at her. “So what do you say we conquer the memories together?”

“What do you mean?” Emma asked, confused.

“Well you said that New Years is a time for new beginnings and for leaving unpleasant things in the past and moving forward right?” Killian asked her.

“Yeah,” Emma replied, still not sure where he was going with this.

“How about we show those memories who’s boss and have the night of our lives,” Killian said animatedly.

“You mean go to the ball?” Emma asked, sort of unsure.

“Aye! Come on Emma. When have you ever backed away from a challenge?” Killian asked teasingly.

Emma playfully glared at him. “A challenge huh? Okay Captain I’ll bite,” she stopped, contemplating something for a few seconds before continuing. “ Under one condition.”

“What’s that?” Killain asked suspiciously

“I get to pick our outfits for the ball,” Emma smiled devilishly at him.

Killian narrowed his eyes at her. “What are you up to, Swan?”

“You’ll have to wait and see,” Emma said before leaning over and placing a lingering kiss to his lips.

XXX

TIme moved quickly after that. Christmas came and went and before everyone knew it, it was New Years Eve. The whole town had been excited for the party with people going into the local clothing shops in droves to find the right outfit to wear. When Emma came up with the idea of what her and Killians outfits were gonna be, she knew exactly the right person to help her. To say her mother was over the moon when she asked for her help (with several promises to keep it a secret)  would be an understatement. She had started to get a little worried because it had been taking longer than anticipated but when she had gotten the phone call the day before the party that they were done, she breathed a huge sigh of relief.

Standing in the foyer, Emma stared at the two garment bags hanging from the coat rack. She was equal parts excited and nervous for the big reveal. Killian had been trying to get out of her for the past two weeks what they were going to wear but she held strong even though he had been very persuasive. She couldn’t wait to see the look on Killians face when he saw them, he won’t know what hit him. Almost as if he sensed her thinking about him, Killian walked through the door at that very minute. Upon seeing her husband Emma quickly went over to him and threw her arm around him.

“Oof!” Killian let out a grunt at the sudden collision. “Not that I’m complaining love but what’s all this about?”

Emma pulled back and looked up at him with a beaming smile across her face. “They’re here!” She said, pulling him over to the coat rack.

“What’s here Swan?” Killian asked with furrowed eyebrows.

“Our outfits for the party!” Emma said enthusiastically, taking one of the garment bags and handing it to him.

Killian looked from the bag to Emma and immediately went to unzip it in anticipation. “No!” Emma called out to stop him. When he looked at her in question she said. “You have to wait.”

“Wait for what?” Killian asked. 

“Until you get upstairs! Everything else you need is in the guest room,” Emma informed him. She then kissed him and turned him towards the stairs. “Go on,” she said, giving him a gentle push. Killian gave her a playful glare before making his way up the stairs two at a time, excitement in his steps. As soon as she heard the guest room door shut Emma grabbed the other bag and headed up to the master bedroom

XXX

Emma stood in front of the full length mirror smoothing her hands over the red fabric of her dress. It was exactly what she wanted. Everything from the sweetheart neckline adorned with rhinestones to the full skirt, It’s perfect she thought. She thinks back to when she first wore this dress in The Enchanted Forest and how despite the circumstances she was in she had such a magical time and.. 

A knock on the door broke her from her thoughts. “Emma,” Killian said softly.

Emma turned toward the door, butterflies suddenly bubbled up in her stomach. “Come in.”

Killian walked through the and upon seeing his wife instantly froze. She was a vision in the dress, just as she was the first time she wore it. “Swan..I..You look,” he stuttered, unable to form the words he needed to say.

Emma walked over to him and took his hand in hers. “Are you surprised? She said with a smile.

Killian looked down at her lovingly. “Very much so.”

Emma reached her hands up to run them along the black lapels of his tan colored jacket. “You look just as handsome in it now as you did then.” she said.

“What made you decide on these outfits Emma?” he asked

Emma took a deep breath to gather her thoughts. “The ball in The Enchanted Forest was the first time in my life I felt truly free, where I could let go for a little while and that was because of you,” she told him.

“Emma,” Killian said softly.

“You give me strength. You did then and you do now and I wanted to recreate what i felt that night so,” she stopped and gestured towards their outfits.

Killian was silent for a few seconds before he swooped down and sealed his lips over hers in a passionate kiss. Emma let out a soft moan and gripped his lapels tightly. They stayed like that for several minutes until the need to breathe made them pull away. They rested their foreheads against each other's and just basked in their for one another. 

XXX

The doorbell ringing from downstairs had them pulling back from each other. "Our chariot awaits my love," Killian says, holding out his arm for Emma to take. 

When they made it outside they were greeted with the sight of a horse drawn carriage waiting for them. To keep with the theme, Regina used magic to conjure them to bring the guests to the ball. The driver of the carriage opened the door for them and Killian helped her up into it, before climbing in behind her. Once they were seated on the plush red seats, Killian knocked on the carriage wall behind him and they were off.

XXX

Emma watched through the window as the scenery changed from the lights and buildings of main street to the darkness of the woods surrounding the town. If she didn’t know any better she would have thought she was actually in The Enchanted Forest and she was a princess on her way to a ball with her prince. 

“Everything alright, love?” Killian asked, slightly concerned about how quiet she’s been.

Emma turned to look at her husband who was sitting beside her. “Yeah,” she said with a smile. “Yean, I’am,” and as she said it Emma realized she really meant it. She didn’t have any nerves or feelings of dread about the night ahead. The only thing she felt was excitement. Killian must have realized the same by the expression on her face because he returned her smile and lifted her hand to place a kiss on her knuckles.

The rest of the ride was made in comfortable silence, both content to just be. As they were looking out the window, lights started to appear in the trees on either side of the road, indicating that they had arrived. When they stopped in front of the mansion the driver opened the carriage door, Killian climbed out first then held out his hand to help her out.

When Emma excited the carriage her eyes widened at the sight before her. Regina and her Mom really went all out. Flowers lined the walkway and up the staircase leading up to the entrance of the mansion, tiki torches were also dotted along the walkway, illuminating the night. As they made their way inside, soft music was playing and lanterns were hung on the walls in the hallway leading into the ballroom.

When they stepped into the ballroom it was like they had been transported back to The Enchanted Forest. The room was decorated with white and gold twinkling strands of lights, tall candelabras stood in the corners of the ballroom bringing a soft glow to the room and round tables draped with white table cloths were placed on either side of the room leaving a generous space in the middle for dancing. 

“Wow! This is amazing!” Emma exclaimed, looking at Killian.

Killian nodded his head. “Aye! This is truly spectacular,” he said in awe.

A voice calling their names had them turning to see Snow and David coming towards them through the crowd. “Emma. Killian. You’re here,” Snow enthusiastically said, immediately pulling her daughter and son-in-law in for a hug.

“Hi Mom,” Emma said, returning her mothers hug. Stepping back she looked around the room then back at Snow. “Mom. Everything looks amazing!”

Snow smiled at her daughter. “I know! It all came together so beautifully. Better than I could have imagined.”

The four of them chatted for a few minutes until the music dimmed and dinner was announced. After everyone was done eating, Regina made a short speech thanking everyone for coming and hopes that they all enjoy the rest of the evening. The dance floor opened after that and couple after couple headed about onto the floor.

Emma watched as the couples spin and sway to the music, absolutely mesmerized by their movements.

“Do you want to join in love?” Killian asked her.

Emma turned to Killian and a refusal was on the tip of her tongue but she stopped herself. “Yeah. I would like that,” she said.

Killian quirked an eyebrow in surprise, obviously not expecting her to say that. He stood and held his hand out to her and led her onto the dance floor. Once they got into position, Killian could tell Emma was a little nervous from the way she was flicking her eyes over the crowd. “Hey," he said quietly, bringing her attention back to him. "Just follow my lead. Remember you picked a partner who knows what they're doing," he told her with a smirk. 

Emma smiled at him and then the two of them began to move to the movements of the music. She's never been big on dancing, especially this kind of dancing but with Killian it was effortless. They spent the rest of the night dancing and visiting with everyone there until there was an announcement to head outback because it was five minutes to midnight.

As they stood on the back lawn waiting for the fireworks to begin Emma reminisced about the past few hours.  She couldn’t stop smiling over how perfect tonight was. The dancing, the music, the atmosphere but most importantly the man beside her. She sometimes still can't believe how lucky she was to have Killian as her husband. That he was patient with her, was there for her and supported her through everything.

“Penny for your thoughts Swan,” Killian said from beside her. 

Before she could say anything, someone in the crowd yelled out that there was 10 seconds to midnight 5,4,3,2,1. The sky erupted in a multitude of colors as the crowd yelled out ‘Happy New Years.’ Emma turned to Killian. “I was thinking how there's nowhere I would rather be than right here with you, at this very moment. I love you.”

“Oh Emma. I love you so much.” They both leaned forward at the same time to seal their love and the new year with a kiss. The kiss was full of promise not for new beginnings but for the continued love they share, a love that they fought for and won. 

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sunkissed face - charles leclerc

FORMULA ONE DRIVERS MASTERLIST

part 1 - part 2 - part 3 - part 4 - part 5 - part 6 - part 7

summary: You’ve been in love with your best friend Harrison for quite a while now but when Tom, Harrison and Tuwaine go on a trip to Monaco for the F1 Grand Prix, you’re quick to tag along, even though it means spending time with Harrison’s girlfriend.

warnings: Will make you want to move to Monaco asap.

words count: 7.2k

a/n: Thank you very much to @borhapstyles for sending me this request! I’ve loved mixing Tom’s world with the F1′s and having him visit Monaco for the last GP was the perfect occasion for it! I hope you��ll like it! Xx

The sun reflected very nicely in the small waves of the Monaco harbor, creating golden sparkles, like glitters peppered on the surface of the water. The boat Tom had rented was amazing, pretty small but shiny and it allowed you to soak in the sun for as much as you could. It’s not like you could do that back in London, so you might as well enjoy it while you could.

The small group of you was pretty quiet and calm, a stark contrast compared to the day prior. You had been dragged to a gala event, with a dress you had spent hours looking for in the different high-end shops you had found in town and truth be told, when you thought it would be a very glamour event, it ended up being a bit boring. There wasn’t much to do except watching and listening, when what you really wanted was explore the city and enjoy your time with your best friends. One more than the others, if you were completely honest.

You had fought quite a lot to be there, which is why you hadn’t complained one bit through the entirety of the weekend. When you’d heard the guys were planning on visiting Monaco for the Grand Prix, you’d been butthurt not to be included in the plans. Truth be told, it wasn’t unusual for them to skip you in the vacation preparations. It’s not like you were trying to tag along and put your nose where it wasn’t supposed to be, but boys will be boys, and being the only girl of the gang meant you were regularly forgotten about. If you were completely truthful, it hurt sometimes, not to be considered the same or one of them all. But that was what you were used to and when you’d caught a word about it, you’d manifested your will to come with them.

Tom hadn’t said much. You knew it probably was an invitation from a brand but you foolishly thought maybe it could be extended to you. Tuwaine hadn’t really got anything to say. Harrison had almost cringed. There was no secret he was planning on inviting his girlfriend there and the two of you didn’t get along that well. It’s not like she was mean to you or anything else, you just didn’t click and there was nothing terribly wrong with that. Can’t be everybody’s friend, right?

Can’t be your crush’ girlfriend’s friend, at least.

 Your infatuation with Harrison had started a few years ago. It fell on you suddenly, completely unexpected, and you had struggled to maintain the friendship while still trying your best to show your interest. It was physical touches here and there, a smirk, a compliment, an innuendo that you prayed he both didn’t get and completely understood at the same time.. But whether he had known or not, the situation had come to a sudden halt the day he had introduced you to his girlfriend. She was gorgeous, there was no denying of that. Really prettier than you, you found. And she was nice, if you were objective. At least, she was friendly to Tom, Tuwaine or the Holland brothers. You had tried to be her friend but the resentment was a bit too much for your little body and as much as you had made efforts towards her, a friendship had never occurred. Maybe it was asking a bit too much from you.

You didn’t even know precisely when it had started. You did remember though that it started with Harrison’s clear blue eyes. One day, they invited to a pool party and you realised that his eyes were clearer and bluer than you had thought them to be. You’d found yourself stuttering that day, every time he would look at you and you stared at him way more than you should have. He didn’t pick up on it. Tom did. You played the “it was really hot and I wasn’t feeling myself” card, which worked for a couple of months, until Tom saw right through you. In the meantime, you had fallen for your common best friend in more ways than you could count. His eyes, his smile, his dimples, his blonde curls, his kindness, his strong arms, his six pack, his laugh.. There were way too many things on your list. And it kept on growing. You loved the way he had to ask you how you were doing. You were fond of his little glances he’d throw at you, just to check where you were if you were walking behind him on a narrow sidewalk. You loved that he always gave you the slimmer controller for the PlayStation, because he knew you had small hands and you complained once about the bigger ones making you uncomfortable and making you lose. You loved that he would always pick the olives on your pizzas because you didn’t like that, or that he’d always give you the strawberry candies because he knew you’d love them when he wouldn’t.

Tom was sympathetic to your troubles. He wasn’t supporting it nor killing your buzz, but he knew about it and would either sometime frown when you’d get too obvious or console you when things got too tense for your liking. The number of tears he wiped off your face was outrageous, especially for someone you knew to be as dumb as Harrison. Don’t get it wrong, the boy was smart, but he couldn’t read a room for God’s sake and he often said ridiculous things without even realising it. Harrison was so goofy it could have been a crime if he wasn’t that darn cute. But he was. And you kinda hated him for it.

Tom was the one who agreed to take you on the trip. Harrison didn’t utter a word after he announced that his girlfriend was coming, as if that was the reason you needed to back down from your want to join. Tuwaine had frowned, letting off a fat “since when do you like Formula One?” to which you scoffed. If Tuwaine hadn’t realised, Tom and Harrison knew you had been a constant F1 watcher since the day you were born. Your dad didn’t sit you in your baby bouncer seat in front of the TV to watch Grand Prix for nothing. You had discovered F1 through glorious drivers such as Schumacher, Button or Alonso, who you were thrilled to see again this year. Passing the opportunity to attend a Monaco Grand Prix would have been a crime, especially against your father. You might not have been very vocal about it, but neither had Tuwaine and that seemed like a dumb throw, especially for him. Which you didn’t miss a beat to remind him. After that, Tuwaine had closed his mouth and hadn’t found anything to come back at you.

Tom knew it would break your heart to make you skip this trip. To plan it without you didn’t feel right to him and he was waiting for you to manifest yourself. Maybe you didn’t want to come. Maybe knowing Harrison’s girl would be there was enough to make you reconsider.

 But you had shown yourself very interested and had thrown your elbows out to make yourself a spot in the plans. Tom had bought your tickets himself. You couldn’t have thanked him enough for that.

 So here you were, in Monaco, being treated to glorious sun, glimmering waves and Red Bull merch that you had cringed at when you’d seen it spread on your hotel bed. You would have rather died than wear their cap. You were a Ferrari girl through and through, your dad would have had a heart attack if he’d seen you supporting any other team. So maybe when you had caught word about a Ferrari event supposed to happen in the paddock during the afternoon, you had started plotting your escape plans from the group, to enjoy this one on your own. Tom and the guys would have been scolded at by Red Bull but you had no obligation to promote nor support the team, since Tom was paying for you. You had packed a change of outfit in your tote bag and you had everything you needed to just spend the afternoon in town. Even your all access pass was tucked neatly and carefully in your wallet, waiting to be slipped around your neck. You only had to be mindful of the hour and that’s why, an hour and a half before you knew the event would take place, you announced that you were feeling a bit weird because of the sun and that you would try and seek some shadow by walking in the old parts of the city.

 “Are you sure you’re gonna be okay?” Tom worried, shielding his eyes with his right hand, lifting his left to check the temperature of your forehead.

“I’m fine, Dad”, you rolled your eyes with humour. “I just need to cool down a little. I’ll text you if anything happens, I promise.”

 Tuwaine was fast asleep on the softly rocking boat and Harrison was too busy cuddling with his girlfriend to actually notice. Your heart stung a little bit more seeing that. Last year, he would have cared. Last year, he would have asked what was going on. Last year, he would have tried to join you, just to make sure that you were okay.

Last year, you probably would have told him your plans and include him in them.

 This year, you were too mad to even care telling anyone what you would be up to.

 Tom helped you get off the boat and made you promise to be careful. He insisted on you taking a bottle of water but seeing how warm it now was, you promised you’d buy a fresher one in town. He dropped his own cap on your head, choosing to wear the extra that Red Bull had given him and you smiled knowing the soft pink hat looked ten times better on him than it would ever do on you.

 “Whatever you have in mind, be careful, okay?” Tom insisted.

“I promise I won’t do anything you wouldn’t do.”

“That doesn’t reassure me, Y/N”, he groaned.

 Tom was the only one who had somewhat made an effort to chat with you during this chill afternoon on the sea. It wasn’t really a surprise that he noticed the way you were slightly buzzing and how your eyes had a different shine in them. Hoping it’d pass for an insolation rather than pure excitement, you made your way across the harbour and found your way towards the track, as soon as you were out of sight. The walk across the town was nice, though a bit long, but you relished in the beauty of the streets and the French words thrown all around you. You spoke a few words, having learned it back in school, but not practicing meant you lost most of it and you could now only introduce yourself and answer very basic questions. As soon as you made a step inside the track’s limits, you looked for the nearest bathroom and sighed with relief when your pass allowed you to enter the VIP area where you knew you’d find big and clean bathrooms for you to change.

You got out wearing a nice summer dress, white with some red details, flowy and lightweight which was a bonus seeing how hot it was that day. Your makeup had been touched up in the mirror and your forehead wasn’t shining like a disco ball anymore, so you were good to go. You made sure your Monaco GP facemask was rightly on before slipping out of the bathroom, your bag on your shoulder and your sunglasses on your eyes. You knew it wouldn’t take long for you to join the Ferrari event and you crossed your fingers your AAA pass would suffice.

Judging by the face of the bouncer, it did, as he let you slip pass the red velvety cord and you were then thrown in a brand-new world. You hadn’t been able to walk through the paddock yet but you had watched the free practices from afar and it had been glorious. But now, finding yourself basking in fuel and burnt rubber smells, you felt like you were at the right place for the first time since you arrived in Monaco.

It took about five minutes for you to realise that the Ferrari event you had snuck into was a glorified meet and greet with the drivers. There were tons of investors and people so rich it’d take about 30 lives for you to match the amount of money they made in just two years. You tried to approach the drivers but quickly realised they were the main attraction and you decided that since you weren’t able to actually meet them, you’d enjoy the small exhibition they had thrown together. Grabbing a glass of champagne on your way there, you enjoyed the warmth of the alcohol mixed to the tinge of the bubbles. You took your time soaking it all up, reading the different panels explaining the history of the team and of the different drivers. You soaked in the sun and the stories told on the different boards, learning so much about the sport and the team that it felt almost illegal for you to be there. But the peak of your visit was the different cars exposed without any kind of glass cases surrounding them. They were just there for you to enjoy.

Not daring letting your fingertips touch the red bodies, you slowed your pace to admire the older cars, driven in the sixties and seventies, before moving to newer cars, driven by exceptional talents like Prost or Senna. The latest one was from the previous year, with the name of Charles Leclerc stuck in fine letters on the engine hood. You bent a little, admiring the name and the sharp edges when a cough made you jump and take a little step back.

You had been caught with your nose almost touching the metal.

 “That one’s nice, isn’t it?” a voice behind you laughed.

“It’s gorgeous”, you smiled, before turning back.

 Your heart fell inside your chest, ending at your feet without you being able to catch your breath. All you could see was red and clear green, from the polo in front of your face and from the eyes of the guy towering over you. You weren’t that small but you knew you weren’t tall either. He was a giant compared to you and there was no denying of it. Facing someone you mainly saw on a screen shouldn’t be a problem anymore, not with the friends you had, but you couldn’t help to be starstruck when you had someone you really admired in front of you.

 “Nice to meet you”, he smiled, though you could only see it from his eyes. “I couldn’t help but notice that you were out there not mixing with the crowd, do we scare you or something?” he laughed.

“Not at all”, you blushed. “You guys were a little bit out of reach, I thought I’d enjoy the exhibition while you were busy and try again later.”

“The event is almost finished, the major part of the guests is gone”, he explained.

“I guess I lost track of time”, you gasped. “It was so interesting to learn more about the team and the history of it.”

“I know, right? I’m Charles, by the way.”

“I know”, you smiled. “Y/N”, you introduced yourself, stopping in the middle of reaching your hand out to shake his. “Hmm. Can’t do that anymore. Sorry.”

 Charles laughed, shrugging. He too had been quick to reach his hand out, willing to shake yours, but this wasn’t very safe in those days. In the quick and few words he had already told you, you had deciphered a French accent that your heart weren’t sure how to handle. The small mistakes here and there just made the exchange ten times more wholesome.

 “So you’re a Ferrari fan?”

“That I am”, you smiled, hoping your eyes would show it. “Always been. I have to thank my father for that.”

“He raised you well, then”, he joked. “Are you gonna be at the race this weekend?”

“Yes, I’m here with a couple of friends, we might be able to visit the paddock a bit.”

“Nice”, he commented. “I hope you’ll pass by the Ferrari garage!”

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world!”

 Charles rocked a little on his feet, unsure what to say next. You were the worst at making small talk, even though you had tons of questions to ask to a Formula One driver. But the fact that you couldn’t help turning back to the car made him chuckle and walk closer to you.

 “This one’s my favourite”, he commented.

“Isn’t it the one you won Monza with?” you asked.

“It is”, he smiled, clearly reminiscing. “It’s also the one I won Spa with, a few days before.”

“It was such a difficult weekend”, you grimaced.

“It was”, he shrugged, obviously still affected by the loss he had to endure that weekend. “But I’m glad I could bring that for our close ones.”

“You did good on that race. I can’t imagine what you must have been feeling like..” you shivered, your hand now almost touching the red paint.

“It wasn’t easy. But I made it through and that’s all he would have wanted, so I’m happy for that. Some of our friends needed some good news on that weekend.”

“I guess.”

“Hey, you know that being with me gives you the right to cross that little cord, right?” he suddenly gleamed.

 Your eyebrows rose higher on your forehead. You weren’t sure what was implied by his words but to see him look around him, checking how many people were still there made your heart race a little faster. Once he was sure there wasn’t many people left, he unclasped one side of a rope and presented his hand to you, inviting you to come on the other side. You followed him giddily, smiling so big your eyes looked like little suns with rays all around them.

 “God, she’s a beauty”, you sighed.

“I like that you called her a “she”. She’s a “she” to me too”, he laughed.

“It would have sounded weird if I said “he”, I think. She just looks so fierce, it had to be a “she”, don’t you think?”

“I totally agree”, he nodded. “Do you want to do something a bit crazy?”

“If you’re suggesting taking it out of this little tent, I’ll have to deny. I’m not sure I can drive her”, you grinned.

“I didn’t talk about driving her. But you’re welcome to sit in, if you want”, he invited.

 You gasped a little. Your dad would combust if you got a picture of yourself in a Ferrari.

 “Are you sure?”

“I’ll let you in on a little secret”, he whispered. “She’s mine. I can do whatever I want with her.”

 Your hands flew to your covered cheeks. You were trembling a bit but you would have killed to sit in that Ferrari. She looked so pretty and so proud, you had always been curious on what it felt like to sit in a Formula One car.. This was your chance and you knew it.

You nodded, wordlessly. You had no idea why Charles was offering such a big opportunity, but you would grasp it with both hands and tug it to yourself like a mad dog. Charles laughed when he saw you nod like a mad woman. He indicated that you had to get out of your heels so you wouldn’t scratch the paint and once you were barefooted, he helped you get in the car by showing where to put your weight and by guiding you with his hands on your hips. You didn’t even have time to realise what was going on before your ass touched the hard plastic of his cast seat. You slid in the back of it, laughing at the fact that your feet were far from touching the pedals and you giggled when your hands went to rest on the wheel.

 “Liking it?”

“This is a dream”, you confirmed. “You really can’t see much when you’re down there!” you exclaimed.

“That’s because you’re a bit smaller than I am”, he laughed. “My vision usually goes up to the beginning of the halo”, he explained, by showing with his hands where his field of vision would end. “How’s the seat?”

“A bit hard”, you agreed. “Does your suit have padding or something?”

“It’s a bit padded, indeed”, he conceded. “Not much, but it helps.”

“The wheel has so many buttons, how do you remember every one of them?”

“I just learn them, to be honest. And sometimes I ask for help with the radio”, he smiled. “Want a picture in it?”

“Yes please, I can’t wait to show my dad!” you giggled.

 Charles took the time to photograph you in his car, through different angles and different sides. He even got someone to take a few pictures of you both, you sitting in the car, him kneeling next to it. When after twenty minutes, you had asked everything you could have asked and you have seen and touched everything you could have seen and touched, Charles helped you out and waited for you to put your shoes back on, patiently.

 “Thank you so much for the opportunity, Charles”, you smiled again. “Never would I have ever imagined something like that happen!”

“I’m glad I could help in realising a dream, then”, he grinned too. “Hey, have you been able to visit Monaco?”

“Not really, not yet”, you grimaced. “But so far, everything I’ve seen looks so beautiful, you really have a nice place.”

“I’m done for today, let me show you around.”

 Maybe you could have said that Charles had been nice enough and you wouldn’t invade his free time anymore, but truth be told, there was something incredibly comfortable about being with him that just made you want to stay a little bit longer. Maybe it was how easy-going he had been with you, or how smiley he had been, which was a stark contrast compared to the rest of your friends these days, but you sure felt like siding with him was the right choice. Charles was nice, friendly and everything in between and for the first time since you left London, you didn’t feel like you were invading a space you weren’t supposed to occupy. Charles had welcomed you and it had felt so incredibly nice that you weren’t sure you were ready to go back to the hotel just yet.

 Charles had insisted to give you a tour of Monaco in his own Ferrari. The matte black paint was absolutely spotless and the red and white lines in the front of the car made the whole thing look so glamourous you weren’t sure you had any right to sit in it. But Charles had opened the door to you and had pushed the windows open so you could enjoy the salty air of the streets of Monaco, while he was driving around the city, giving you comments about certain places and certain monuments. To discover the principality through the eyes and experiences of someone who had grown up there was the best way to go, you quickly realised, as his tour was full of little secrets that you wouldn’t have known about otherwise. The tour took about an hour and a half, but Charles made sure to speed at some points, where no one would be endangered, just so you could hear the rumbles of his engine and feel the air brushing against your hand’s skin through the open window. Your hair was flying everywhere and you couldn’t stop laughing, but it had been such an incredible experience so far and Charles had been so nice that in a way, you felt like you were currently asleep and dreaming.

 “Hey, do you want to see my favourite place in the city?”

“Absolutely!” you exclaimed. “Everything here looks so beautiful, but I’m sure you have a secret space somewhere.”

“We’re gonna have to grab some things first”, he mysteriously smiled at you.

 You stopped in a little grocery store that Charles knew and grabbed a couple bottles of sodas, as well as a rosé wine that the driver swore was to die for. He added to the basket you were carrying two commemorative plastic tumblers with straws, a couple of biscuits boxes and some strawberries you had been eyeing for most of your grocery shopping. He also took a baguette, some butter, two slices of ham and some water bottles, just in case. Your watch stated it was well past 7pm and while Charles was taking care of the paying part of your little shopping trip, you texted Tom quickly, telling him you were out in the city and that you would be back to the hotel in the evening. He tried calling you short after that, but you let his call go to your voicemail. He knew you were okay. There was no need to explain yourself. You were big enough to take care of yourself.

 “Come on”, Charles smiled, your groceries now neatly packed in a shopping bag. “I have some things to show you still!”

 You went back to his car, giddy and a bit weirded out that you now knew what it looked, smelled and felt like. The car might have been a monster of power and speed, but it now felt like a comfortable space, a home to several memories you had only just created with the driver. Charles smiled at you through his mask and drove to the end of the city. At some point, the old buildings and golden walls left their places to trees and a little wood, the golden and hot sun being traded for cool shadows. You left your hand escape through the window, enjoying the force of the wind and making waves like a child. Charles laughed at you, obviously pleased with your reactions and before you had time to really comprehend it, you were on a little cliff, above the whole city.

The view from up there was breath taking, the streets looking like a maze of light and gilded stones. The sun shone down on the highest buildings, making some glitter. The sea was stretching beyond your field of vision, a paradise of blues and glimmering waves. You could hear the waves from up there, but the city was quiet and the soft wind was all you could listen to. There was nothing but calm and nature there, which was the complete opposite of how lively and busy the city had been during these racing days.

 “This is gorgeous”, you breathed out.

“I know right?” Charles smiled. “I thought you’d enjoy it.”

“You were right”, you let out calmly. “This is serene. I love it. Thanks for bringing me here.”

“I’m glad I can share this with you.”

 You blushed a little. His green eyes were piercing and you knew you had to fight to get out of their captive glance. Once they had your attention, you were trapped. But the city down there.. The city might have been even prettier than the guy in front of you.

 “Want some dinner? I make a mean ham sandwich”, he joked.

 You sat down on a blanket he had fished from his trunk, which, surprisingly, was on the front of his car and not behind. He also had found a backpack, full of stuff you weren’t sure why he needed them for. But in the mess of that bag, he pulled out a small red Swiss knife that he used to cut the baguette, the ham and butter the bread. Once he was satisfied with his little sandwich, he gave you the first one and made himself another one, while you soaked in the glory of Monaco.

You ate in front of the view, quietly talking about your lives and getting to know each other. You learned that Charles would do anything for his little brother, as long as it assured him that he was happy. He talked about his father and how he missed him a lot. You explained what your studies were about and how your family supported you. You told him about London, about your favourite places there and how the next time he was there, he should pay them a visit. At some point, he took your phone number, promising he would call when he’ll come for Silverstone, so that you could repay him the favour of touring him through your hometown. He spoke about what it felt like to drive at 300 kilometres per hour and what crashing could do to your body. You talked about your favourite books and how your studies made you see the world in a completely different way.

He sometimes stumbled onto his words, not sure how to express himself in English. He made some mistakes here and there. Grammar obviously wasn’t his forte but you were impressed with how quick he was to speak and how he threw himself in his answers, not bothering to think about his syntax and how the sentence would turn out. At some points, he used Italian words, then French words. He apologised for getting them all scrambled in his mind, but he was so used to switch between one of the three that he sometimes couldn’t find the right translations anymore. You laughed at his little missteps, promising that you were mostly impressed. You could only speak English, so you couldn’t judge.

 The sun was starting to set down when Charles dusted his pants and stood up. He told you to stay there, stating that he would be changing for something a bit more comfortable and you had to resist not to try and sneak a peek when you heard him slip out of his trousers.

When he reappeared next to you, he was wearing an oversized tee-shirt and Bermuda shorts that looked a lot like swimming trunks.

 “I still have some time for a surprise”, he smiled.

 His facemask had been taken off a while ago, after your promise of being safe and vaccinated. He couldn’t bring covid back to the garage and wouldn’t forgive himself for that. He had already got his vaccine a while back, having had covid a while ago during the winter break. Not his funniest experience, if you trusted him.

You took the hand he gave you, following him back to the car and letting him in charge. You recognised the journey while he was driving, knowing you would be back at the harbour and that’s where he parked his supercar. Once again, he extended his hand for you to take and you gladly obliged, letting him take care of the rosé wine and the two plastic tumblers, as well as the biscuits. You followed him to a small boat, not quite unlike the one you had been on earlier during the afternoon and you grinned when he got onboard, helping you get on by keeping your hips safely in his hands and guiding you while you jumped on. He got a key out of his Bermuda shorts and turned the engine on. He manoeuvred the boat out of the harbour and sailed for five minutes before turning the engine off and letting it rock softly against the waves.

The sun was now almost completely down, your watch indicating almost eleven o’clock. You were sitting on the white couches before he took your hand and guided you to the front, where you were able to lie down and he did the same next to you. The stars weren’t shining at their maximum yet but they still were visible and you sighed, feeling perfectly content for the first time in a while.

 “Thank you for this afternoon”, you whispered, not wanting to break the quiet and calm of the evening.

“You’re very welcome”, he answered, just as quietly. “I’m glad I got to meet you.”

“The feeling is mutual”, you smiled, turning your head at him.

 Your shoulders were almost touching and turning your head meant that your noses got so close to brushing that you immediately went red in the face. He smiled back at you and your heart skipped a beat. You couldn’t lie to yourself and say this man wasn’t attractive. With his clear green eyes and his peppered cheeks, everything in him screamed beauty. The sun had kissed his face like it wanted him to feel just warm and glowy enough, like it knew that Charles was something else and it clearly showed that there were favourites in this world. The small moles underneath his left eye and on the right side of his nose were begging to be kissed and the dimples on his cheeks felt like the perfect places to put your fingertips at rest. Taking his hand in yours had felt natural earlier but you couldn’t have denied the butterflies on the two occasions when he had framed your hips with his hands.

And now that your eyes were trapped in his once again, you weren’t sure what to do anymore.

 “I’m glad I could show you Monaco”, he whispered. “I hope you liked it.”

“I loved it”, you swallowed, your eyes waltzing between his and his lips, not certain of which you were most fond.

“Great. I did a nice job, then”, Charles cleared his throat, though you could tell your eyes weren’t his priority anymore.

 He was the one breaking eye contact, turning back to continue on his stargazing activity. You sighed softly, perfectly content with your current location and company. Everything felt new and exciting with Charles, your stomach had been buzzing with nerves all day, but in the good way. Your fingertips felt antsy, only relieved when he had held your hand and you were tingling from head to toes whenever he looked at you. You weren’t sure that you were supposed to feel that way, but you were certainly glad you were.

 “Do you have a bathing suit?” he suddenly asked.

“Yeah, why?”

“Want to swim a little?”

 The sparkling waves should have been enough to say yes, but the mischievous little smile he was sporting ended up making you nod. Charles helped you up, guiding you to the back of the boat before going back on his steps, letting you change in peace. You joined him afterward, clad in your bikini and he presented his hand, ready to bring you with him. Charles walked you to the edge of the boat, counting to three before jumping in the water with you. It wasn’t as cold as you imagined it would be, but it definitely wasn’t as hot as it had been during the afternoon. You gasped a little, shocked at the temperature, while he laughed.

 “This is nice”, you giggled.

“The water is really nice”, he confirmed. “And the sky is clear, which means we get this”, he pointed at the stars, now clear and bright for you to watch.

 As you tipped backward to look at the stars better, your forehead got caught in a wave and you almost choked on sea water. He laughed a little bit, swimming closer to you and sliding a hand behind your back and knees, making sure you were stable.

 “You gave me stars”, you smiled.

“I’d gladly give more”, he whispered.

 You slipped your arm across his shoulders, enjoying the feeling of his warm skin beneath yours, of your legs tangling with his, even though you both had to keep moving if you didn’t want to sink like anchors. Everything felt right, right there, right then. You felt safe with a perfect stranger and you felt happier than you had been in a very long time. Everything felt reachable, including the small little curls that were forming on the nape of Charles’ neck, which you didn’t hesitate to explore with your fingertips. Charles skin rose in small bumps peppering his shoulders and you dropped your lips there, not quite kissing, but tasting. His skin was salty with the water which didn’t seem to bother you. It was his turn to sigh, pushing an arm around your waist, getting you closer to him while his head fell backwards, into the water. You took advantage of the angle to raise your lips to his neck and throat and when he finally got enough, you didn’t even get enough time to react.

 Kissing Charles felt like embracing fire. Everything felt scalding hot and even though the water was cool around you, heat rose from your stomach to your chest, close to where his second arm was now resting, on the small dip in your back following your spine. Your toes curled without even wanting to and if it wasn’t for Charles keeping you afloat, you’d be underwater for sure. Most of your senses left, at the exception of touch and taste, but you couldn’t hear or see anything, when all your brain was praising his name like gospel. By the time you became aware of what was going on, it was almost done. You prayed no one was on the harbour and would recognise him. Not that you were ashamed of yourself, of him, of this kiss, but you hoped it wouldn’t put him in a delicate spot.

And then you thought “to hell with it” and dived a second time, like you had been starving for the faint taste of strawberries left on his lips.

 It was well past midnight when you made your way back to Charles’ car, his hand secured around yours, bringing a tiny bit of warmth back to you. You were draped in a blanket that he had found aboard his boat and wrapped you in it. He was taking care of your heeled sandals, but had also found an old pair of slippers of his in one of the trunks of the boat, which you had gladly accepted.

Charles made the roof of his Ferrari disappear before he turned the engine on, not revving it up so he wouldn’t make too much noise for the people who might be asleep on the yachts. You tipped your head back in the seat, appreciating the view, but letting both your intertwined hands rest of your left thigh. He didn’t turn the radio on. He didn’t say a word. But he drove comfortably back to your hotel and handed the key to a valet, promising he would be back in a few, before making his way to your door and helping you out of the car.

 Once you had a taste, you couldn’t get enough of it. As soon as the elevator’s doors were closed, you rose to your tiptoes and stole another kiss, letting him press your back against one of the walls, while his hands found their way to your hips, before sliding to your thighs and sneaking underneath the hem of your dress. His fingertips were full of static electricity, sending tiny shocks to your skin, making you sigh between his lips. There was something so damn attractive about the small curls on the nape of his neck that you couldn’t help to go back to, burying your fingertips in his scalp, waiting for the tingles in your spine to engulf you whole. You didn’t hear the small bell of the elevator letting you know you had reached the right floor but Charles did, making sure your thighs were covered by your dress when the doors opened. He took your hands and walked you to your door, his thumb tracing circles on the back of yours.

 “Will you be at the track tomorrow?” he whispered.

“Should I go?”

“Please come”, he hummed, dropping a butterfly kiss on your temple.

“I’ll be there, then”, you promised. “I’m gonna have to leave you there”, you grimaced. “My friends are probably waiting for me.”

“Don’t want to let them know who you spent your evening with?” his eyebrows raise, a bit amused.

“I want tonight to belong to us only”, you breathed out, your lips seeking his once last time. “This was an amazing day, thank you Charles.”

“My pleasure”, he smiled, kissing you again. “See you tomorrow.”

 Charles let go of you and for the first time since you left the boat this afternoon, you felt cold. You watched him walk back to the elevator, but not before he quickly made a 180, demanding one last kiss before he left. You giggled at him, letting him go before you’d spend the night in the hall with him.

 Passing the door to your suite felt like closing a book and it kind of broke your heart a little. But for the first time in forever, you realised.. you haven’t thought about Harrison. Not once. Not ever since you met Charles and that spoke volumes to you. Your world no longer had that soft blue tint, instead, it was turning green. You no longer wanted to imagine how it’d feel to be the one Harrison would look at like he did his girlfriend. However, you really wanted to feel the way you felt when Charles was looking at you, back on the boat or in the sea. And the way you would often gaze at Harrison’s fingers, wondering what it’d be like to feel them between yours didn’t compare to the softness of Charles’ hands.

For the first time in forever, Harrison didn’t compare.

And it felt bloody great.

 “Where were you?” a voice cut the silence of the suite, making you roll your eyes to the ceiling.

“Out in Monaco”, you sighed, letting your totebag slide to the floor by the couch.

“All alone?”

“No.”

“Who were you with?”

“With all due respect, Harrison, you’re not my father and you lost the right to baby me a long time ago.”

“What even is that supposed to mean?”

“It means that it’s almost two in the morning and she just came back”, Tom intervened. “Instead of grilling her, maybe we should just let her go to bed and discuss that in the morning.”

“Tom, you know that I love you, right? But there’s nothing to discuss. I got a tour of Monaco and spend a great night in a glamourous city. You both don’t need to know more. I didn’t do anything illegal, nor that you wouldn’t do, so I will take Tom’s words to heart and go to bed. Good night.”

 Harrison sighed, obviously not done with the conversation. And for what it was worth, you couldn’t care less about his opinion. However, you took a glance at Tom, who looked a bit worried and you decided that you’d fill him in on the following morning.

 Slipping out of your dress, you realised it smelled like sea salt and burnt rubber; an interesting combo that you could get hooked on, if you spent more time in Monaco. If you spent more time with Charles.

All that you knew was that you would have given a lot to see the stars instead of the ceiling of your hotel room and you would have traded way too much to hear Charles’ breathing next to you instead of the lulling roar of the air conditioning.

Tomorrow would be different. You’d go to the track and find him back to the Ferrari garages. Who’d know what could happen then?

 You just hoped there would be more starry skies and more sighs between open lips.

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[sacerdotessa]

TAROT GUIDE FOR BEGINNERS

Hi cuties! I tried to create an apposite blog for witchcraft/spiritual stuff but tumblr decided to be a bad bitch and marked my blog as a spammer, so I decided to post this guide here on my main blog. These observation are based on my 6+ years experience with tarot cards. I need some friends in the witchcraft community and more blog to follow, like this post and I will check your blog! <3

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MAJOR ARCANA: 

The Fool (0) :  This card is all about cycles, it could be referred to a new beginning in your life, a feeling of joy and excitement. It could also be associated with an happy ending followed by the beginning of something even better.

it's usually a positive card and it's energy's able to protect you from the energy of negative cards. It suggests you to have faith, to act in a positive and optimistic way and to follow your instinct.

in some occasion it could mean impulsive and childish behavior and a return to “point zero”.

It's referred to something that's going to happen pretty soon.

The Magician (I) : This card's about YOU and your ability to excel in a specific aspect of life. You have the ability to be successful and the strength to overcome obstacles, it reminds that you are the creator of your destiny. It's also connected to intelligence and suggests you to connect to your higher self. It's an invite to ACT NOW and to avoid procrastination.

In a negative scenario it could be referred to a manipulative person with bad intentions.

It's referred to something that's going to happen pretty soon.

The High Priestess (II) : This card's all about secrets and things that are hidden from you. It could also mean that you're not allowed to receive the answer for your question (I noticed that if this card come out frequently during your readings it's signal to stop doing tarot for a while and to recharge your energy). It suggest you to connect with your spiritual side and to follow your intuition or that you're going to receive a wise advice from someone that's close to you.

The Empress (III) : It's all about confidence, self-love and being happy with your yourself, sometimes it could be related to a mother or to a woman in your life. It announces a time of personal growth, self discovering and connection with your truer self. It's related to a happy state of mind, creativity, new projects and love stories. It suggest you to believe in yourself and in your ability to create something new.

It's related to spring/summer and announces that you're going to see the product of your work in a while, changes will not be noticeable immediately.

The Emperor (IV) : This card suggests you to act in a strong and powerful way, to persist and to follow your goals. Like The Magician it suggests that the right time to act is NOW and that you should put your needs first. What you're hoping to achieve is already yours.

In a negative scenario it could be related to a stubborn and closed minded individual who's not going to compromise.

The Hierophant (V) : Like the High Priestess, this is a card about secrets and things that are hidden, in this case the card shows you that a secret's going to be revealed pretty soon or a conflict will be solved. It reminds of a situation of peace and clarity. It's also referred to a marriage or a long term relationship, to your father or an older man in your life, to a teacher, mentor or a guide. It announces the resolution of a problem.

In negative scenarios this card protects you from the negative cards and suggest you that the obstacles will be solved fast.

The Lovers (VI) : This card's all about duality, choices and relationships. It could suggest a romantic relationship or romantic interests, but it's not always the case, sometimes it suggest an important decision that's going to change your life. It reminds that you should trust your emotions and follow them. It can talks about a partner or someone who's in love with you, a reciprocated crush, good choices and happiness.

The Chariot (VII) : It's a card about victory and overcoming fears. It suggests that you're going to win and to excel, but first you need to overcame some obstacles. It could be related to travels. It reminds you that success is around the corner, your commitment will be repaid.

The Strength (VIII) : It's a card about commitment, power and pride. In a love reading it reminds of a strong feeling, true love and honesty. It suggests to maintain a positive and optimistic attitude e to stay focused on your goals. In a reading about a specific problem it suggest that you need to be patience because the solution of the problem's not there already, you need to wait for a while and to fight against your problem a little more, it suggest you to be optimistic because you have all the abilities to overcame your obstacles.

It's usually referred to the summer.

The Hermit (IX) : It's related to intelligence, being wise, loneliness and research. It suggests a lonely period and introspection, a transitioning phase in your life, you should take advantage of this period for studying something new and the card suggests you to read more books. If you are asking if you're on the right path the answer is “yes”, it suggests that your soul chose a difficult path but you're going to overcame all the obstacles. It's the right time for counseling or seeing a psychologist.

It's associated with waiting for a long time for an effective change in your life.

The Wheel of Fortune (X) : It's about changes, new opportunities and the beginning of a new cycle, usually it's a positive card but it's pretty sensitive to the influence of other cards. It suggests that you're entering in a new chapter of your life or that you're going to move on in a painful situation.

The Justice (XI) : It's a card about equality and fairness. It could be either a positive or negative card, it means that those who act good will be blessed with a positive change, those who act bad will be punished for their action. It could be related to authority and making choices, a marriage or a divorce. It suggests you that your problems will be solved in the right way, you just have to trust the universe and allow the divine energy to guide you. It's about telling the truth and talk in a clear way.

It's related to patience and long time waiting.

The Hanged Man (XII) : It's a card about blockages, anxiety, bad periods, waiting for something, impossibility to act, stagnancy. It's related to a bad situations, feeling trapped and problems that cannot be solved for now. It suggest you to wait for better occasions and to explore your spiritual side, the right intuition will come to you at the right time.

It's associated with long time waiting.

The Death (XIII) : This card's about the natural end of a cycle, radical changes, moving on and ending in general. It's not always a bad card and generally it's not related to an actual death, it will just bring a change in some aspects of your life or in a relationship. It suggests you to let go of the past. In some cases it could mean that someone of your past is going to get back into your life.

The Temperance (XIV) : It's about finding a new balance after a bad period, healing and inner work. It suggest you to relax, to calm yourself, to stay in the present moment and to take care of yourself. It's a positive card and announces a period of calm and peace of mind. It's a good time for counseling, seeing a therapist, begin a diet or take care of yourself in general.

The Devil (XV) : It's a card about obsession, secrets, negativity, manipulative behavior, gossips and bad energy in general. It announces an obstacle in a situation or that someone's not being honest to you. It's related to anxiety, being worried, hyper sexuality and toxicity.

In a good scenario it could be related to a passionate person, with persuasive manners and a charismatic personality.

The Tower (XVI) : It's about destruction, surprises, shocking events. It's not necessarily a bad card, it's always associated to an unexpected event, in a good scenario it could mean “love at first sight”. As a mental state, it's connected to depression, anger and mental breakdowns. It forces you to let go of something to make space for something better.

The Star (XVII) : It's all about dreams, good luck, protection and hope. It's a good card and encourages you to dream bigger and to trust the universe. It announces a dream that's going to came true, a good opportunity and success. It's connected to spirits and suggests that they're protecting you. Everything will turn out fine. It suggests you to pray and to connect to your higher self.

In presence of bad cards, it could be referred to a dream that's not going to came true or false hope.

A change will shows up into your life at the right time.

The Moon (XVIII) : It's a card about fears, insecurities, danger and lies. Like The High Priestess, it suggests that the cards are not able to answer your question. The situation in unstable and it generates anxiety and fears. It suggests to connect with your spiritual side and make clarity inside you mind.

The Sun (XIX) : It's a positive card that announces happiness, joy and clarity. It's connected to a secret that's going to be revealed, peace after a conflict, harmony, beauty, something good in your love life or good times with friends.

It's related to summer.

The Judgement (XX) : It's a positive card related to resurrection, resolutions, shocking news. In some ways it's like a positive version of The Tower, it could be connected to love at first sight, someone of the past that get back into your life, insights and unexpected news. It could be referred to the internet.

It's associated with something that happen in an unexpected way.

The World (XXI) : Like The Fool, it's a card referred to cycles, ending a chapter, receiving gratification after hard times. It means that now you're able to see the “biggest picture” and see things in perspective. It could be referred to an important gift, a resolution to a problem or a dream that came true. It's connected with abundance and being wise.

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[mandoalorian]

Today, Tomorrow, Always [Frankie Morales x F!Reader]

Summary: The nights were restless without Frankie by your side. He had left for South America a little over a month ago, promising he’d come back with more money to support your family. You didn’t want him to leave in the first place, but there was no changing his mind. You miss him. You’re worried about him. You just want him to come home. [Set after the events of Triple Frontier. Like, right after.]

Rating: PG-13

Word count: 3000>

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The love of your life. They say distance makes the heart grow fonder, and in that exact moment, you swore there was no statement truer. He’d been gone for a month and three days, your Frankie. You’d been shamelessly counting down until his return. No cell service in the jungles of South America, he’d warned you. He told you he’d be gone for two weeks max, and that you shouldn’t worry. He promised you he’d be fine.

But he was gone longer than two weeks, and you had no way to contact him. You were terrified, unable to help yourself from thinking the worst. Everything reminded you of him; the family photos scattered around your house, his cheap, tangy beers in the refrigerator, waiting to be drunk. Mostly though, your daughter. Maria was a newborn when he left, but now she was nearing two months. As you cradled her, your heart swelled with love. Same eyes as her father. Holding Maria only made you miss Frankie even more.

Religious or not, you would’ve prayed every night regardless. You prayed for his safety, and that he’d come home. You missed his warm hands and broad chest. You missed the way he’d tangle his fingers into your hair, and the faint smell of his musky cologne. Sometimes when you laid in bed, at night, you could still feel the ghost of his touch. Not a second went by where you weren’t dreaming about your Frankie.

This wasn’t the first time he and the guys would get involved in shady business. You wished he wouldn’t. He knew your feelings on it.

“I’m doing this for you and Maria.” he reminded you the morning he left. He took your hands and pressed soft yet chaste kisses across your knuckles. Everything he done, it was always for you and Maria.

Ever since Frankie had his piloting license revoked, things had been difficult. No job, no income. You had a job waitressing throughout your pregnancy but once you entered your third trimester, you were left with no choice but to take maternity leave. You, Frankie and Maria had been living out of your savings. And the savings were rapidly running out.

You knew better than to ask questions, but it was blatantly obvious that he’d accepted the mission in South America for a monetary reward. Or else, why would he go?

On a Thursday evening at around 7:30pm, the phone rang. You’d just put Maria to bed and you were sitting on the sofa, cradling one of your favourite fiction novels. Your eyes flicked towards the wall clock as you took a mental note of the time, wondering who could be calling you at this hour. Three more rings and you got up, padding towards the phone on the coffee table and picking it off the hook. The second you pressed it against the ear, you heard him.

Frankie.

“I didn’t get the money,” he announced over the phone, the line crackling slightly with the distance. No ‘hello’— no ‘how are you?’— just ‘I didn’t get the money.’ You were speechless. Not because of what he said, or what he didn’t say, but because he was alive. And safe, you assumed. Tears welled in your eyes as you processed the familiar sound of his voice. You hadn’t spoken to him in over a month, and so the low octave of his words were like the sweetest melody you’d ever heard. “I’m sorry.”

The guilt was eating him alive. He had to let you know in case you were expecting the money upon his return. He was so anxious, picking at his fingernails and anticipating your response. He had one job and he couldn’t even do that right.

He was broken. He’d done all of this, risked his life, just so he could earn a little cash to help support you and Maria. He’d left you for a month, and soon, he’d be returning with absolutely nothing. If you left him and took Maria with you, he wouldn’t even be surprised. He’d failed you. He’d failed Maria. He’d failed himself.

“Frankie,” you whispered, your shaky fingers curling around the plastic coated phone wire. He took a few breath, waiting for the worst to happen. “I’ve missed you so much.” you choked out, feeling your heart contract in your chest at the mere sound of his voice. What he was saying didn’t matter. No money? You couldn’t care less. Just the fact he was alive, speaking to you, was enough. All of Frankie’s nerves were immediately put to rest.

“I’ve missed you too.” Frankie confessed, his voice equally as soft as yours. As he marched through the freezing temperatures of the mountains and stormed through the humid temperatures of the jungles, he’d thought of you. When everyone else was camped out and sleeping by the fire, he couldn’t settle. He yearned to hold you, to kiss you and to love you. His month away from you only confirmed the feelings he’s been having for a long time.

“Where are you?” you sniffed, wiping away your tears and taking a deep (albeit shaky) exhale. You had to remain composed.

“Hawaii,” Frankie replied. “I’m calling from a public phone box and I think it’s gonna cut me off soon, but I’m catching a flight home first thing tomorrow,”

You smiled ecstatically, giving up and letting the warm tears free fall down you cheeks. Tomorrow? You were seeing him tomorrow? “I’m coming home, baby.” he confirmed, and you gasped out a sob over his good news.

“I love you so much,” you cried. “I love you Frankie. I— I love— I love you—“

“Don’t cry,” you heard him say. “I can’t wait to see you, sweetheart. Is Maria okay?”

“She misses her daddy so much. Frankie, we’ve missed you so much.” you revealed, your smile now aching your cheeks. But you didn’t care.

“My two girls. I love you. I love you today, tomorrow, always. Wait for me, hermosa, I’ll see you soon.” Frankie promised before the line went dead.

He muttered out a curse word and kicked the phone box in frustration. Frankie jumped slightly, feeling Santiago rest a comforting hand on Frankie’s shoulder. He’d somehow manage to shift into the phone box to be alongside Frankie, needing the privacy. “You sure about this, bud?” Santiago quizzed, presenting Frankie with a velvet ring box. Frankie took the box and slid it into his jean pocket.

He managed to hit a jewellery store just an hour ago before they had all closed. He picked out a diamond ring, just for you. It was simple but elegant (or so he hoped. Frankie didn’t have the greatest judgement when it came to jewellery and what looked good or not). He was drawn to it because it was similar to the only other engagement ring he’d ever seen. The ring that belonged to his mother. If you didn’t like it, he’d be fine with returning it until you’s could afford a better one, but the ring was more than just something to make your finger look pretty.

It was a symbol of promise.

“I’ve never been so sure about anything in my life.” Frankie sighed into admittance.

Santiago nodded, his heart blooming over the fact his best friend had finally found happiness. Frankie had been through a lot, but you’d saved him, in every sense of the word. Santiago knew that better than anyone else.

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Frankie called you that morning from the airport, just before he caught his plane. You barely slept a peep that night, excited to finally see him again. The love of your life. Your Frankie. You had a rough idea as to when he’d return; maybe 5 or 6ish. That’s what he’d told you. And you believed him because, well, he was a pilot. He could judge these kinds of things.

‘5 or 6ish’ gave you plenty of time to plan a little something for Frankie. It was hard, but you refrained from texting his family and calling your friends because you knew they’d all want to see him. As selfish as it sounded, you didn’t care, you at least just wanted one night alone with him where he could be all yours. No one else to fuss over him, just you. You deserved that much.

You could cook his favourite meal, pick out his favourite record, blow up some balloons, light some candles and dress in his favourite set of lingerie.

You wanted to make everything perfect.

Frankie came home at 2pm, and shamefully, you were still in your pyjamas. He’d told a little white lie about what time he’d be home because he wanted to surprise you. And you were definitely surprised. When he stepped through the front door, clean shaven with glazed eyes, it was like your feet were glued to the floor and you couldn’t move. It was strange, really. You’d always envisioned this moment where you’d run into his arms and give him a big, passionate kiss, but that’s not what happened at all.

Just a few days ago, you were thinking you might never see him again, but here he was, standing before you like the angel of your dreams. And the first thing you said...

“You shaved!” you cried out accusingly, your eyes going comically wide. Frankie chuckled and your heart clenched in your chest.

“What do you think?” he laughed, walking towards you and putting his bag on the floor. You raised your hands to cup his cheeks and feel the softness of his skin.

“Oh Frankie,” you whispered, a single tear slipping down your cheek, but Frankie was quick enough to catch it and wipe it away. “It’s really you. You’re really home.”

“Yes my love, I’m home.” he said, pulling you into a warm bear hug. His big arms squeezed your body tight. If he’d gone any harder, he might have crushed you, but you wouldn’t trade the feeling for anything else in the world.

“Being away from you for so long made me realise something. Home isn’t a place, it’s a person. It’s you. Any doubts I once had are now completely diminished and I know, for sure, I love you. I love you today, tomorrow, always. And I want to promise that to you, so, if you’ll let me...” Frankie dropped down to one knee and reached into his pocket, bringing out the velveteen ring box he’d purchased in Hawaii. “I promise to never leave your side, or Maria’s, ever again. You two are everything I could ever need. Any difficulties we encounter, I know we’ll be okay as long as we have each other, and I promise to swear my life to our little family. So, my love, would you do me the honour of being mine forever? Will you marry me?”

His brown eyes were so warm, they burned you. This was a moment you had only pictured in dreams. Without even taking a second to think about it, you already knew the answer. You’d always known the answer.

“Yes,” you nodded ecstatically. “Yes Frankie, I’ll marry you.”

And the grin that plastered his face was like nothing you’d ever seen before. He was absolutely delighted and he didn’t think he’d ever been this happy in his life, apart from, maybe when Maria was born. He was pretty damn happy that day too.

Frankie slid the diamond ring on your finger and it fit perfectly. It looked good too. Maybe Frankie had a better eye for jewellery than he’d though. “Do you like it? Because if you don’t, we can save up and get it exchanged.”

“It’s beautiful,” you gasped, eventually tearing your gaze from your fiancé so you could admire the way the diamond sparkled under the lights. “I don’t want to get it exchanged. I love it. It’s perfect.”

“You’re perfect.” he cooed, swaying backwards and forwards. When you looked back up at him, his cheeks were flushed an adorable pink.

You crashed your lips into his and wrapped your arms around his body.

“I love you so much Frankie Morales.”

“I love you too,” he replied softly, his warm breath fanning over your neck as he whispered in your ear. “Today, tomorrow, always.”

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warnings: light swearing, mentions of sexual activities

word count: 698 and eight pictures :/

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You sighed, falling onto your back on the bed with an oof. Picking up your phone, you scrolled through it, completely bored. Cordelia was out and no one else was available to do anything with, so you had to find something else to do to occupy your time. However you couldn't think of anything. So, having no idea what else to do, you started a conversation with Madison. She seemed to be out at a part or something, she didn't tell you details. Eventually you remembered something that you had wanted to show her, so you scrolled through your camera roll before selecting the image and sending it to her, a meme with the words “let me ride your thigh with nothing on but your blouse”.

You felt your face heat up in a bright blush and you slammed your phone down for a minute. As if you'd ever have the balls to send something like that to Cordelia. And you let the blonde starlet know that, because you were not having any of her bullshit today. 

That was the one you had wanted to send to Cordelia, not the first one. But apparently Madison didn't approve, so you sighed and continued to tell her that you were NOT going to send that other picture to Cordelia. Finally she seemed to get the idea, but you no longer wanted to talk to her, deciding to check up on your girlfriend instead. 

                   So you ended the conversation, scoffing in annoyance at your friend's antics. Quickly, you tapped out of the conversation and opened Cordelia's, typing out a quick message to try and continue to help your overwhelming boredom. The two of you made short conversation about where she was, since you knew she had a few stops to make that day.

Finally deciding to actually do what you wanted, you once again scrolled through your camera roll and chose another image, sending it without taking too much of a look at it, since just as you tapped on it Madison sent you another message, which distracted you, and all you saw was the send bubble. 

You rolled your eyes at the question. You knew Madison and Zoe had something going on in the back, but you couldn't tell for sure, so you just typed out a quick message before returning to your chat with Cordelia.

And when you did your face once again flushed and you gasped sharply, eyes popping open wide. Not bothering to even look at what Cordelia had said in response you began to panic and frantically tapped at your keyboard, trying to make up for whatever the fuck you had just did. You flopped your head back onto your pillows hard when you sent them, trying not to combust in embarrassment.

A minute passed before you heard the ding of another received message and you prayed it wasn't Cordelia about to scold you. So when you opened them you were...pleasantly surprised? Shocked was another way to put it, and you had literally no idea how to respond.

So you just set your phone down, clasping your hands over your stomach and staring at the ceiling in paralyzed shock. This should be interesting.

#i honestly have no idea #wtf this is #it's stupid #but guess what #i'm doing it again #with bdh #and maybe some of her other characters #>:D #cordelia goode #texting #mistake #oops #cordelia goode x reader #fanfiction #does this count as fanfiction with all these photos lmao #sarah paulson #ahs