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White Wedding Pt 5

Logan Delos x Reader

A/N: Alpha/Omega/Soulmate AU, based on Billy Idol’s song of the same name. This does not follow canon, it’s mainly Logan lemon zest 🍋 because the world always needs more Logan.

Summary: James has agreed to retire, leaving Logan and Juliet in charge of Delos. But there is one major condition attached… will Logan find it to be a deal-breaker?

Warnings: 18+ NSFW due to sexual content, including oral, between consenting adults*. Drinking and swearing.

*Irl, please use protection, let’s be careful out there.

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There is nothin' fair in this world, baby

There is nothin' safe in this world

And there's nothin' sure in this world

And there's nothin' pure in this world

Look for something left in this world

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Juliet

Juliet rapped on Logan’s door until her knuckles were sore. There was no immediate answer and she knocked again, and again, until finally her brother swung the door open, looking surprised and concerned. She noticed he was wearing only sweatpants and his usually immaculate hair was sticking up in all directions. She also noticed several light scratch marks on his pecs and smirked to herself.

She brushed past him into his living area, demanding, “Wine. Now… please.”

He moved towards his fridge, returning a few moments later with two glasses of sparkling rosé and as he handed her a glass, she nodded towards the bedroom, smiling. “I take it things are going well in that area?”

His eyes took on a glazed, dreamy look, “Uhhh… yeah, you could say that. We’ve spent the last two days in bed. Only got up to eat.” “Food, I take it,” laughed Juliet. He nodded, “Funny, sis. Yeah, to eat food.”

His new wife appeared at that point, wearing a silky little robe. She smiled, “Hi Juliet!” as Logan jumped up to get her a glass of wine too. The two women hugged, and Juliet felt very glad that this woman was in Logan’s life, she had a good feeling about her. Especially when Juliet’s attention was going to be on other things than her recovering addict brother very soon.

James had been immensely surprised when Logan had invited him to his house and introduced him to his new wife. He’d showed him the marriage certificate, and the new wife had not turned a hair when James asked her if Logan had paid her to marry him. “No, he didn’t!” she snapped, “And don’t you ever fucking say that again.” James had looked surprised, then laughed, turning to Logan asking if he was sure she was an Omega and not an Alpha. Logan had proudly announced that yes, she was an Omega and not only that, she was a Platinum Omega. James had been suitably impressed. And he’d immediately retired and as promised, handed over control of Delos Inc to Logan and Juliet.

And now, she guessed this was the reason her cockroach of a husband had decided to file for full custody of their daughter. As this horrible thought crossed her mind, she burst into tears.

Logan and his new wife had crowded round her, hugging her and asking what the matter was.

So she told them.

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Logan

He couldn’t believe that little scrote. What a stunt to pull, and the timing was obviously no coincidence. He was hoping to get his hands on some money. Or shares. Or both. In addition to trying to take Em away from Jules.

“It’s never gonna happen, Jules. Don’t you worry about that! I’m gonna get our lawyers to hire a P.I. to dig up some shit … or some more shit, I should say… so that he’ll never, ever get his hands on Em. Or any money, or any shares. Cos we all know that’s what he’s really after.” He was pacing in front of one of the long floor-to-ceiling windows, and he started muttering, “He’s probably still trying to prove to everyone that Dolores is real, the stupid fucker.”

His new wife looked puzzled, “Dolores? Who’s that?”

So Logan sat down next to her and told her the whole sorry story of him and William in Westworld. And about hosts, and narratives, the Mesa, Sweetwater, Pariah, being abandoned in the badlands… the whole nine yards. She looked overwhelmed by the end of it, and he hoped it didn’t put her off him. It was what had caused his final, inglorious spiral down the rabbit hole, after all. “Oh. You had sex with these hosts?” she asked, and he smiled at the fact that her mind went immediately to the sexual aspect of the story. “Yes, angel. That’s what they’re there for. And also so you can kill them. They’re robots, you program them. You bring them back online if they get killed. They’re like a fancy kind of sex doll, male or female.”

“Oh okay, right… so they’re just robots?” she said, sounding relieved. He nodded, “Except William is convinced that Dolores is real. She’s not, but even she was beginning to think so cos she listened to him babbling on about it so much.” He watched as realisation dawned, and she looked over at Jules with sympathy, “Oh… she’s the one…” Jules sighed and nodded, “Yeah, that was the final straw for me. I divorced the little shit.”

Logan picked up his phone and called Delos’ lawyers, wandering out onto one of the decks to continue the call. The new wife reached over and took Juliet’s hands, “He won’t let that horrible guy win, you know.” Juliet nodded, “He hates William, with a constant and implacable intensity. William left him out in the park to die, and then… then to make things worse, Dad and I didn’t believe him. William gaslit us, telling us that Logan had just got fucked up on dope and imagined everything. And to be honest… Lo was in such a mess by that point that what William said made sense. So I went ahead and married him. I was already pregnant with Emily although no one knew that at the time. I must’ve been fucking mad.”

The new wife shook her head, “Your ex was just clever and manipulative, and poor Logan played right into his hands. What he told you at the time made sense given the state Logan was in.”

Juliet inhaled and it became a small sob, “Even so, I betrayed him. I didn’t believe him. I believed that little shit over my brother. I’ll never forgive myself for that.” The new wife smiled at her, “I don’t think Logan would want you to feel like that. He loves you. So work on not blaming yourself any more, and get your head on straight so you fight this tooth and nail.”

Grabbing her, Juliet hugged her with all her might. “I’m glad you’re with Logan. You’ll be so good for him… hell, you already have been. He’s got that spring back in his step, and not just because the two of you are fucking each other senseless!” The two women laughed, and Juliet continued, “He’s really fallen for you… can’t you see how he worships the ground you walk on?” The new wife laughed again, “Oh.. I thought it was just my pussy he worshipped.”

Juliet smiled, shaking her head and holding up her hand, “Okay, let’s stop this conversation right here!”

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The New Wife

You swirled the pink wine around your glass, looking down into it and watching as the colours of the liquid changed in the evening light. What a horrible situation for Juliet to be in. Whilst you hadn’t yet met Emily, from the stories Juliet and her brother had told you about her, she sounded like a bright, sunny, happy little girl, which would no doubt change if William got full custody.

Logan strolled back out after seeing off his sister, and sat down across from you, picking up his own wine glass and sipping from it.

“Logan, how can he be allowed to do this? Surely no one in their right minds would assign him full custody?” He sighed, taking another sip, “Well, you already know that William’s a manipulative little bastard, so no doubt he’s come up with some things about Jules that he thinks he can use to make her look bad.”

“Like what exactly?” you challenged him. You saw his smile at your obvious defence of his sister, “Like… she got stopped for speeding a couple of months ago. Like… she was seeing a guy a while back and it ended badly. He said some shitty things about her, so I’m sure William will have him on board. Like… Jules had an argument with some stuffy bitch of a teacher at Em’s kindergarten last year about their procedures and they asked her to remove Em.” He sighed heavily, “All small beer, really… but I’m sure William will build them up into a really big deal.”

“But we’re going to hit back, though, aren’t we? You said your lawyers’ P.I. will dig up some shit on him?” Again, you noted his smile at the use of ‘we’. Well, you thought, I am part of this family now, aren’t I? “Oh yeah, I’m really looking forward to seeing what that douchebag’s been up to recently. We’ll have more than enough to bury him, I’m sure.”

You felt sad, and was sure your expression mirrored this, “It’s so horrible that it comes down to each side mud-slinging and seeing whose mud sticks best.” He put his hand over yours, “That’s very perceptive, angel. That’s exactly what it boils down to.” He looked at you intently, “It also comes down to who has the best lawyers and who has more money. And William doesn’t have two red cents to rub together so he’s probably got someone to take him on pro bono.”

Standing up, you pointed at his glass, “Top up?” He shook his head, “I need to watch my alcohol intake.” Your hand flew up to your mouth, “Oh Logan! I’m sorry… I keep forgetting you’re in recovery. Mainly because you seem so put-together.” He laughed, “If my father could hear you describing me as “put-together”… he’d piss himself laughing.” You put down your glass, manoeuvring yourself onto his lap and putting your arms around his neck, kissing him full on the mouth. “Logan, your father needs his head read.”

His head went back and he barked out a laugh. “You’re so funny,” he gasped, “…and I absolutely love that description of him.” “It’s true!” you protested, “You have done so well, Logan! You’ve pulled yourself back up from rock bottom and got yourself clean and healthy. You should be so proud of yourself… I know Juliet’s proud of you, and.. and so am I. I might’ve only known you for a few days, but I can see the effort you’ve put into sorting yourself out.” You gazed into his eyes, kissing him again, “I am so proud of you, Logan Delos.”

You were surprised to see his eyes becoming glossy with unshed tears, and he whispered, “Thank you, angel.” He swallowed, “It was a struggle, I’ll be honest. I wanted to give up so many times in rehab, and just slip back into my mess of a life. But I decided I wanted to live rather than die of an overdose so I kept on going.” You whispered back, “I’m so glad you did, otherwise I wouldn’t have my handsome, sexy husband with me in bed every night.” Now his eyes sparked with desire, “Is it bedtime yet, angel?” You laughed, “When did you ever worry about whether it’s bedtime or not?” He smirked, “How very true.”

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Juliet

Leaving the lawyers’ offices, Juliet tried to stop her blood from boiling. She knew that she and Logan had already discussed what William was going to use as ammunition in his attempt to gain full custody of their daughter, but it was different when you saw it in black & white on a court document.

His lawyers had filed their pre-hearing declaration and it was all there, every parking ticket, every speeding ticket, every disagreement she’d ever had with anyone in the known world, the poor choice of boyfriend she’d made earlier that year. He’d made her sound like an unhinged major criminal.

Heading for one of her favourite bars, she took out her phone and group-texted Logan and his new wife.

Juliet: Wine and moral support needed please.

Logan: On our way, where are you?

Juliet: The Palms Lounge.

TNW: Hang on in there, be there soon! xx

She smiled at the ‘xx’. That girl was becoming irreplaceable within their small family unit. Logan better not fuck up this marriage, she’d miss her so much if she left. But Juliet was feeling optimistic about it; she was even beginning to think that her leopard of a brother had actually changed his spots.

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Logan

Feeling excited about their first outing into the mainstream together, even if it was to rescue Jules from the pits of despair, Logan turned the SUV into The Palms Lounge valet space, getting out and tossing the keys to the guy behind the small desk. He made his way round to the passenger side and opened the door, holding out his hand so that his new wife would take it and step out. She was wearing a simple dark blue shift dress and strappy sandals, her long hair pulled back into a high ponytail which he watched swinging hypnotically between her shoulder blades as she walked.

Even dressed so simply, she turned heads. Logan could feel his lip curling into a snarl as he saw all of the males in the area taking instant note of his wife. He was pleased that the cut of her dress allowed for a small section of her claim mark to show. Horny bastards, he thought, if one of them even tried to touch her…! Rationally, he knew that the claim mark would ultimately keep them at bay. It was a hormonal thing as well as a visual one, but it didn’t stop them looking. And he didn’t like that, one bit. When had he ever been this possessive over a woman? Like, never. Well, he’d take it because his ultimate aim was to keep her with him, and keep her safe.

He saw Juliet at a table near the fountain in the courtyard, and his heart went out to her when he saw how defeated she appeared. I mean this wasn’t even Round One legally speaking, so he knew he’d have to get her in a better frame of mind, and pretty damn quick.

They walked over and joined her, and he poured out some wine for him and his new wife. Soon, his irreverent sense of humour had both ladies laughing out loud, and he congratulated himself that his work here was done.

However, that thought was interrupted by a shrill voice in his ear and an arm snaking round his neck.

“Why, Logan Delos! I’ve been looking all over town for you… so this is where you’ve been hiding out!”

His heart sank. Oh shit, not her, he thought.

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The New Wife

You looked at the plastic blonde with fake everything who was currently draped over your husband.

To say you were less than impressed would’ve been falling short of the mark. However you noticed the grimace which appeared on Logan’s face and he immediately levered her arm off his neck. Juliet was scowling at her.

“Stacy,” said Logan, “fancy seeing you here. No, I haven’t been hiding out, in fact I’ve been celebrating my marriage.” He levelled one of his elegant hands towards you, “This is my wife,” and said your name.

The Plastic Blonde drew back, appearing to be in shock, and looked you up and down for a very long moment before giving you a fake (of course) smile, “Well, hello there, little wifey. I must say I’d never have pegged Logan as the marrying kind.” She turned back to Logan, attempting a tinkling laugh, “Oh, ha ha ha, listen to me… pegged! Those were the days, eh Logan?!”

You saw a look of irritation flit over his face, and he said calmly, “No, they were not. And my wife knows all about my past excesses, all of them, and I’m an extremely lucky guy as she still wanted to marry me despite that. So just don’t bother trying to shit stir. And don’t bother trying to hang around me again, cos just know that I’ll call the cops on you. Bye-bye now.” And he waved her off as if she was an annoying mosquito.

He sipped from his wine glass and turned away from her towards Juliet and you, picking up the conversation where it had been interrupted. You watched the Plastic Blonde’s face turn scarlet as her mouth dropped open, then she stalked off further into the restaurant.

“Ugghhh!” said Juliet, scowling at Logan, “Of all your ex skanks to run into…” You saw him heave a deep sigh, “I know, Jules, I know.” You wanted to know more. “So, what’s the story with her, then?” Logan opened his mouth to reply but Juliet butted in, “Logan hooked up with her.. maybe two years ago?… and then made the mistake of taking her to a gala event as his plus one. Not sure how she managed to persuade him as Logan was a total one-and-done in those days, but maybe… pester power?” Logan sighed again, “Yeah, she basically stalked me and said it’d be good publicity for us both. She’s a z-list actress and she was looking to heighten her public presence. I gave in to shut her up, to be honest.”

“Which was a big mistake, of course,” Juliet confided to you, “because then in her mind, she was Logan’s girlfriend and she started turning up everywhere - at his house, our offices, even our father’s place once although she didn’t make it past security that time. Eventually Logan went to Asia to one of our parks over there and hid out for a few weeks. It seemed to work as she’d disappeared back down whichever drain she pulled herself out of originally. But then she popped up again when Lo was in the depths of his drug addiction and suddenly she was all over him again. Not that she was anywhere to be seen when he nearly died twice from OD’s. I’m sure she ran out on him and just left him there alone. I got her banned from the hospital when she tried to visit, and she disappeared again. A couple of months after that, Lo went into rehab and thankfully we haven’t seen her since.”

You looked across at Logan, shocked, “You OD’d… twice?” Juliet gasped over at you, “Oh… he didn’t tell you that yet, did he?” You shook your head and he shrugged, “Not yet, but I was going to.” “You really nearly died?” you whispered to him, hand going to his jaw. He covered your hand with his, “Ahh.. yeah. Yes, I did. Hence the trip to rehab after I’d got my courage up.” You could feel your eyes filling up. You knew he’d said he’d gone to rehab because he’d decided he didn’t want to die of an overdose, but you hadn’t realised that he had almost died. Twice.

“And that… that woman left you all alone, when you were OD’ing?” you snapped, “I’ll kill the bitch!” Logan laughed and stroked your cheek, “Defending your man, huh? Well, yeah she probably did, but there was always a load of people at my house during that time, so it wouldn’t have been just her and me. They all ran, like rats off a sinking ship.” “Still,” you said, “for someone who claimed to be your girlfriend…” He shook his head, “Oh, hey, no… she was never my girlfriend. That was all in her head.” “She sounds like a psycho. I hope you’ve got good security at the house now that she’s bumped into you again.”

Logan looked thoughtful, “That’s a good point.” He took out his phone and tapped out a text. “I’ve getting my usual contractor to come around and fix up some extra cameras and change the locks and stuff. My keys were always left lying around so she could’ve made copies, ya never know.” Juliet nodded, “You should’ve got that done a while back, Lo.” He shrugged, “Well it’s being done now as we speak so all sorted.”

At least all this drama with Logan had taken Juliet’s mind off her problems with her awful ex, you thought. There was still that battle to be fought.

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Logan

He couldn’t quite believe they’d bumped into that awful ‘Stalker Stacy’, as he always thought of her. He thought back to those days and all he could remember was wanting to peel her fingers off him and take a shower. She always had made his skin crawl to be honest, and when his wife had commented about the extra security, he’d immediately decided to upgrade everything and also change the locks. He pulled into the driveway and parked up. They’d gone for a short drive along the coast after they’d left Juliet, and called in at the contractor’s place on the way back to pick up some sets of keys for the new locks.

“Good call on the upgrade to security, by the way, angel,” he said, as he climbed out of the SUV, “I don’t think she’d dare turn up here now she knows I’m married, but she’s delusional, so who knows?” His wife got out and turned to him as he walked round the car to her, “I just don’t want to take the chance of that woman trying to get into your house, Logan.” “Our house,” he corrected her. “Uhh, yeah… our house,” she corrected herself, then saying, “she looked so shocked when you said you were married now, but also like she’d gone a bit nuts.” He nodded, “She’s definitely that, alright. Always was. Such a quality type of person I hung out out with back in the day.” As he opened the door and they both entered the house, she asked quietly, “And yet… you still slept with her?”

He sighed, dropping his keys on the counter and turning to her, placing both of his hands on her cheeks, “Only the once, more fool me. And entirely unmemorable. She was one of my… randoms, a total one-and-done but she kept trying to get me to sleep with her again afterwards, relentlessly. But even in those crazy days I managed to steer clear, I think some kind of sixth sense warned me to avoid her. I’m sure she’d have tried to get me on a paternity suit or something if I hadn’t. So I’m doubly glad I didn’t touch her again, for that reason and also because I didn’t find her in any way attractive. I’m ashamed to say I just used to hit it and quit it, and I didn’t even pay any attention to what I was actually hitting at the time. Boy did that come back to bite me where she was concerned.”

He thought about how he really regretted some of his earlier decisions when his brain was impaired through substance abuse. This new wife of his made him want to be a better man, and he wished he could go back in time and change things… a lot of things. But then again, if he did that, it might mean he wouldn’t have met her and he was so fucking glad he had.

“Well… if she shows up here, Logan, I will kill her. Just so you know.” He smiled, kissing her on the lips, “I’m sure she won’t. She’s too scared of harming her public image to risk it. I’d get her ass arrested and she knows it.”

“She wouldn’t need to worry about her public image, Logan. She’d be dead.”

He laughed, but deep down he knew she meant it. She’d defend him in any way she could. And while he didn’t want her to actually kill anybody to do so, he felt a warm and loving feeling inside as he realised that she really did care about him. And not many people had truly cared about him before.

He wrapped his arms around her more tightly and kissed her hungrily, passionately.

Realising that he loved her.

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The New Wife

The following day, Logan had reluctantly left in the morning to go to the office as there were some important meetings taking place.

You decided that you’d sit on one of the decks and read, and sunbathe, and chill. Logan had slowed down a tiny bit on the sex side side of things - mainly meaning he didn’t bother locking you in the bedroom any more - and you still had a pleasant ache between your legs from the ‘see you later’ sex you’d had with him before he left this morning.

Last night, you thought you’d detected a slight change in his vibe when he’d taken you. He was still so energetic and powerful, but you noticed an increase in intimate gestures, more kisses, more gentle stroking, more whispered sweet nothings. Was he catching feelings for you? Rather than it being just about the sex? Because you were definitely catching feelings for him. And that worried you a little. Your mind couldn’t help torturing you with the thought that the novelty would wear off and Logan would come to regard you as a burden he was lumbered with. And start up with his old philandering ways again.

You didn’t think you’d be able to bear that. To have had his full attention and then to lose it, no… you wouldn’t cope well with that. Unsure why you felt so strongly about him after such a short period of time, too. You wanted to be with him, and yes, procreate with him, protect him from all the horrible people like William and that awful Plastic Blonde. Well… you’d just need to hope that he didn’t get tired of you. Sighing, you settled back on the lounger and picked up your book.

You’d been dozing in the warm sunshine after eating a light lunch when you heard the front door burst open. Worried, you sat up on your lounger just as Logan rushed onto the deck, a light sheen of sweat on his face and looking flushed.

He ran over to you, kneeling down next to you and grabbing your hands, breathing heavily and gasping out, “My rut! It’s starting.”

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Logan

It had started just after the first meeting had ended. The past day or so, he’d been feeling a bit restless and at odds with himself but now…

He could feel his body temperature starting to climb and his face beginning to burn. It had been a while, but he knew exactly what was happening. He walked quickly to Juliet’s office and explained to her what was going on. She immediately told him to head home, that she’d take care of the remaining meetings.

He didn’t need to be told twice and rushed out of the office, jumping into his SUV and fumbling to get the key into the ignition. It had been so long since he’d had a rut, but he knew he’d soon become moody, irritable, introverted, restless, and of course still needing sex.

He guessed that his recent sexual activity with his wife had possibly triggered his rut. The counsellor had warned him that could happen but also that as he was now clean, his bodily functions would probably return to normal. Eventually. And now they had, much earlier than he’d expected. He pulled out into the flow of traffic, wishing for once that he lived closer to the city. But he knew he’d never give up his place at Malibu, he knew he wouldn’t. It calmed him to be there. It was one of the few places where he could feel totally relaxed. And now it was where she was, so it was truly home.

He hoped this rut wouldn’t be too bad, he’d need to try and not be too grumpy.

And he also hoped that his new wife was ready to handle a Dark Alpha deep in the midst of his rut.

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The New Wife

You’d been reading up on Alpha ruts on the mainstream internet. So as soon as Logan had come bursting into the apartment looking like a demented soul in torment, you’d taken him by the hand and led him to the en-suite, running a bath for him and soothing him as he lay in it, soaping him gently and running your hands over his lithe body.

Then you’d put him to bed, given him a full body massage and then let him sleep, which he did for several hours. You created a calm and tranquil ambience for him, lighting some candles, bringing him some food and a glass of wine once he was awake, massaging his tense shoulders, then you’d lain down with him and let him be the big spoon as he drifted back off to sleep. When he’d started burning up during the night, having some kind of bad dream, you’d brought a cloth soaked in cold water to lay on his forehead and cool him down.

You’d repeated this during the following day, and Logan had seemed to be dealing with his rut fairly well. What he wasn’t handling so well was his increased sex drive. He’d returned to spouting his “I don’t want to hurt you” bullshit, which annoyed you immensely. How was he able to go back to thinking that? Your sexy, fired-up Alpha needed to get his head out of his ass.

You sighed. Looks like you’d have to turn to Plan B again.

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Logan

He saw her pout when he lay down and didn’t immediately pounce on her, like he normally would’ve done just a couple of days ago. Especially as she’d been staring pointedly at his hard-on until a few seconds ago. Earlier, she’d told him in no uncertain terms that she wasn’t impressed at all that he’d taken to wearing light PJ bottoms in bed. Well, neither was Logan but he thought it would be safer than sleeping naked.

She’d been so good to him during his rut so far, really looking after him and trying to calm and soothe him. He’d loved it, quite frankly. Basked in it, in fact, as no one had ever looked after him like that. And he knew she just couldn’t understand why he wasn’t having sex with her. Again.

Sighing, he turned on his side and tried to tug her down to lie next to him but she very deliberately picked up her book and began to read, ignoring him.

That made him feel really irritated, which he knew was a rut-induced reaction but he couldn’t help it. And this was why he was cock-blocking himself, as he was worried that he’d lose his temper for no good reason and that he’d take it out on her. And now that he knew he loved her, he just didn’t want to do that and possibly drive her away. So it was back to Logan the Monk. For now. He’d just need to man up and do without sex for another few days.

He huffed and turned onto his other side, so he couldn’t see her. He sneaked his hand onto his pyjama bottoms and then down onto his hard-as-fuck dick, rubbing it surreptitiously. Suddenly he heard her book clatter to the floor. As his shoulders came up off the mattress and he turned to see what was happening, she jumped onto him, shoved him onto his back with force and wrestled his PJ’s down to his knees. She ran her hands through the soft hairs on his thighs and kept going upwards till she reached her prize, which she grabbed in a vice-like grip.

Ah no, ambushed again! he thought, I need to get her off me… as she forcefully slid down onto his cock and began moving up and down on it, fast… her hands going into his hair and grabbing two handfuls before tugging on it.

His eyes closed, his lips parted, oh fuck, but it feels so good…

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The New Wife

Like a victorious avenging angel, you rode your reluctant husband with enthusiasm as he groaned and gasped, “No… no, stop… please…” You leant over and whispered, “No way!” into his ear, and kept right on sliding up and down that beautiful cock of his. He was trying to lift you off him but you grabbed both of his shoulders and held on for dear life, gripping him inside as you did so. There was no way you were going to let him stop you having your way with him.

You noticed Logan’s eyes travel downwards and suddenly widen to the size of saucers, his mouth dropped open and he looked confused but also terrified.

What was wrong with him?

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NO UR OKAY IM THE SAME WAY uhhh gimme like. What mao does in downtime? how she gets along w/ the other matsus?

UAH OK OK OK this is going under cut cause i wrote LOTS

(also just letting u know they use they/them pronouns)

Mao is kind of a closeted otaku, or former? They were a hikikomori/shut-in for almost a decade and while they were in solitude, they were very much into anime and manga, idols, video games and MMOs. So, nowadays, they'll still watch anime and play video games but not to that same extreme. They have one craft hobby that they're not very good at and its needle felting, they love doing it despite nothing ever turning out good and constantly stabbing their fingers.

SO THE MATSUS WOAH MOMMA (Ill be 100% honest, I haven't gotten far enough into development/writing my fic to that Mao has fleshed out relationships with the other boys (its a slow/mid-burn and they hardly know the boys outside of Ichi at the point I'm at rn) so im gonna write how their relationships are now and how i hope i might be able to mold them in the future)

Osomatsu They atm don't have much of a dynamic, he's one of the brothers they know the least, but they've picked up that he's a bit cheeky and... not abrasive, maybe a little pushy? But not in a bad way, a neutral way. In the future, I do really want them to be closer, specifically I want to explore how the two would be drunk together. Mao doesn't drink often because, like Ichi, they're a lightweight but they'll get carried away and also tend to black out, so they don't. BUT they also get a lot more loosey goosey and are a bit more silly and confident, and deep down they're kinda vulgar so I think they'd be able to drunkenly joke together? NOT SURE YET.

Karamatsu OK So this is the dynamic I haven't touched on AT ALL, so I am really at a loss... I think they would find him funny in an ironic kind of way. I think they would want to genuinely be nice to him and encourage him, but would see how Ichi seems to think he's 'cringe' and would probably be like "aw, c'mon Ichimatsu, let him cook' or something to that effect. They're also jealous of the fact he can like, sparkle and shit.

Choromatsu OKAY OKAY AS MUCH as I dislike Choromatsu, I'm kind of excited to talk abt this. So currently they have not a CLUE abt Choro, no dynamic at all, HOWEVER!! These two have the most overlap in terms of interests (see above) so I'm genuinely excited to write how these two will interact abt otaku stuff BECAUSE they are going to rip him a fucking new one, say his fictional waifu is trash (yes i know he's mainly an idol otaku but you cant deny the fucker has some anime/light novel waifu he likes or something), and say his taste in content is sub par, but there is going to be one thing, ONE SINGLE THING that they agree on and its something they both hate and hate watch for the same reasons....

Jyushimatsu EEEEEEE SUNSHINE BOY!!!!! He's one of the ones they're had more contact with atm and they think he's absolutely delightful. They truly don't comprehend how the two are identical but are such polar opposites. Well they do, but they also kinda don't (they're an only child) and they think that their friendship/brother ship is so cute. Jyushi is also the only one Ichimatsu brings up in conversation /pos, any of the others he'll complain about. Mao thinks he is so silly goofy and admires his baseball autism passion. I want them to be closer and sillier friends, like one of Mao's favorite things to do is laugh, and yes Ichi makes them laugh in his own way, but Jyushi's way of doing it is different, not better, different.

Todomatsu He's a bitch. A total... little .... bitch. So, atm, Mao thinks he's a little knife cat bitch who uses his cuteness to manipulate, but ultimately these two are gonna get along great... eventually.... I just don't know how.... Something something fashion, something something hair (I kinda wanna steal/incorporate @ oh-gh0st's headcanon that Totty is into doing hair stuff) so I think he would help them bleach and dye their roots when they come in? Maybe?? I dunno I also just see them gossiping together... about something... i dunno

BUT THATS IT!! THANK YOU

#uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh yeah thank you sm for asking #i love answering this shit so if you ever have the dseire to send motre im always open #i also know reading fic isnt for everyone so i am always down to just answer shit and talk abt whatever...#THANK YOU THANK YOU #spice.ask #spice.ososan #mao

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your-world-with-nct · 3 years

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— guess who’s finished high school 😳😳 expect more content soon hehe <3

💌 • 3:43pm

“did they really have to do this, right here, right now?” you rolled your eyes at the couple embracing in the middle of the hallways after the whole scene that had just taken place, scoffing at the amount of phone cameras pointed towards them, mentally taking a note to ignore your socials that night in order to avoid being bombarded by promposal videos.

“oh, come on, even you have to admit that was cute, didn’t you see the sash he put on her?” bestfriend!sungchan nudged your shoulder, gesturing vaguely at ahn yujin spinning around and showing off her silver sash to the crowd of cooing classmates surrounding her and her boyfriend.

as you maneuvered your way through the swarm of people, using your best friend’s height to your advantage and barging past everyone to get to the school gates, “ugh, i just don’t get what’s so appealing to have to answer such a personal question like that in front of, what, half of the student body? and, not to mention how inconvenient it is for others since they always block the corridors or the classroom - i swear it’s their goal to close off all exits so you’re forced to watch that– no words, just that.”

although sungchan was used to your absurd antics and your strange rambles, this was a new weird, even for you, “first of all, they’re a couple, so there was a very small chance yujin would’ve said no, and she was probably expecting him to do something like that anyways. second of all, what do you have against promposals? i thought you were, like, a sucker for romance.”

you initially sighed at the thought of answering his prying question, but you eventually gave in after taking one look at those sparkling doe eyes of his, “i mean, i still am, and i didn’t have anything against promposals, that is, up until about two weeks ago.”

you paused to gauge sungchan’s reaction, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion because, surely, if something big enough to convert hopeless-romantic-y/n into promposal-hating-y/n had happened recently, you would’ve told him about it. he gave you a slight nod, hinting at you to carry on as you two ventured out of the gates on your way home.

“you know how i’m performing a duet with lee heeseung at the summer show? yeah, so while we were rehearsing our duet in the practice room, he was warming up his voice as usual, nothing weird about that, you’d think? then he starts playing this soft melody on his phone and he’s, like, singing along to it.

“i only clocked on that it was some sort of love song during the chorus, but then he stops singing and lets the instrumental play, pulls out a rose from his bag, holds it out to me and asks me to go to prom with him.”

you couldn’t help but fake-gag at recalling the memory, before being met with yet another puzzled expression from sungchan, “wait, what, that’s actually so cute, though! how in the world could you reject that? especially from one of the most talented and handsome guys in the school?”

“i-it was just, like, i know it was cute and all, and i hated saying no to him after all the effort he put in, but... it just wouldn’t have felt right going to prom with him, not when i’d much rather go with someone else,” you muttered the end of your sentence under your breath but, attentive as ever, sungchan managed to catch the incoherent mumble nonetheless, blinking, once, twice, three times to make sure he wasn’t just imagining you saying that.

after you had gone silent for a few moments, avoiding the boy’s gaze by staring at your feet and mindlessly kicking the rubbish on the ground, he was sure that his mind wasn’t fooling him, “i-is there, uhh, who do you– umm, hey, say if... someone, hypothetically, asked you to prom, like, in a non-exaggerated way, would you, would you say yes to them?”

‘great job, sungchan,’ he scolded himself internally at how blatantly obvious he was being, wincing at the fact that he had just completely embarrassed himself, looking back up after hearing a light chuckle escape from you.

“i mean, not if it was just anyone, but i would appreciate not being bombarded with a promposal, it would definitely increase the chances of me saying yes, to say the least,” you shrugged, averting your eyes from the pavement under your feet and smiling at sungchan, who was currently fighting with a tree branch that he just walked into, “pffft, you good there, sungie?”

he gave you a quick ‘yup’ and a thumbs up, raking his hands through his hair in case there were any leaves left in it, shaking his head like a dog that had just got out of water, “cool, cool, so, umm... prom?”

“yeah, what about it?” you hummed, stopping to reach and flick the lone leaf that sungchan missed out of those fluffy brown locks of his.

he froze in his place, not only because of the sudden eye contact, but also because what he’d just said had completely gone over your head, “i-i meant, i was asking, you know, what if, you and i–”

his speech dwindled to nothing short of a whisper, yet you had never wanted to hear anything more than you did right now, “go on, you can say it, sungchan.”

“would you like to, uhhh, go to prom, y’know... with me, together? as like, my date?” sungchan bared a toothy grin at you, scratching his nape out of nervousness.

you rolled your eyes at seeing your usually-loud best friend so sheepish in front of you, your heartbeat speeding up as his cheeks got redder the longer you stayed silent, “of course, i’d love to,” you giggled as he let out the breath even he didn’t know he was holding, ‘now that’s the only type of promposal i’d ever accept.’

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yelenasdog · 4 years

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talk to me? (spencer reid x fem reader)

genre: fluff

summary: cold nights and warm coffee can be so compelling.

words: 2.2k

warnings: mentions of having intrusive thoughts and spence being insecure, reader and spencer sleeping in the same bed. that’s all i can think of, lmk if there’s anything else!

a/n: yo! so uhhh i kinda love the start of this and dislike the end of it, but idk i think it’s still pretty snazzy!! also SPENCER IN GLASSES HAS MY HEART ok bye enjoy!!

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It was the type of cold where no matter how brightly the sun was shining, you could still feel the fresh molecules of coolness linger on your skin, hiding under the tip of your nose. It made horribly irritable little dry patches that would have to be remedied with some form of lotion, but that wouldn’t quite return back to complete normal until the end of the winter time.

But despite this, Y/n and Spencer were out and about, doing their jobs in total normalcy.

Minus being stationed in France, that is.

Although it was rare that the BAU was called overseas, Emily had needed the team’s help, and who would they be to decline a trip to the beautiful France, no less to see Prentiss as well.

So after a grueling day of blood and bad-guys, the pair made their way back to their Parisian hotel room, walking (quite wobbily, Y/n would add) along the cobblestone walkways, both of their boots clicking loudly against the rain coated stones.

It was ironic, as Spencer had attempted to wear his converse, but was denied by a worried Y/n, hearing her say “You’re going to get those things soaked, and you’ll freeze your toes right off, Dr. Reid!”

And as not to disappoint the girl, never wanting to see her mood turn as gloomy as the French sky, he complied begrudgingly. Though Y/n could swear she always saw a hint of a smile at her telling off.

Spencer was also advised by her to wear his contacts, to avoid the fogging up of his readers, but he refused, not wanting to bother with said contacts. He grew to regret that as he walked, every so often and reaching a large hand up to wipe his glasses, almost like the wind shield wipers of the bug that had been driving them around.

He chuckled at the not so distant away memories, thankful for the girl and her requests, as it turned out.

The hotel was far different from the usual dingy motels the team usually occupied when traveling, that was for certain. This one happened to be a master suite with ivory walls and silky sheets, quite opposite from the thin and scratchy yellowed covers they usually made do with.

And even though It was early in the day, the mixture of odd sleep schedules and just the heavy weight of sleepiness pressing down heavily on their shoulders, they opted to go to bed at the oh-so late time of 1:37 PM.

Daredevils, those two are.

Ignoring the first bed by the door, Spencer made a beeline for the plush queen size mattress he knew Y/n and himself would be sharing in an effort to cuddle up for warmth, sinking down into it. (After removing his shoes, of course.)

He was originally donned in just a grey Caltech shirt and some blue pajama pants, but due to the chillier weather (that he couldn’t quite seem to shake despite the thermostat in the hotel room being turned up to 76) he layered on a maroon MIT hoodie, one that he was aware Y/n would try to thieve from him, perhaps even sneaking it back in her own suitcase.

Y/n walked out of the bathroom in pale green shorts and a large and worn Led Zeppelin shirt, earning a very confused stare from Spencer. She simply shook her head and continued on her way over to the large window that was currently projected bright streams of melted gold through the glass, that would have been heated if it wasn’t for that damn cold.

“I get warm when I sleep, it bothers me.”

He nodded, watching intently as she opened and shut the blinds a few times, soft krrrrs and clicks sounding through the room as she did.

“You doing alright?” He asked, his eyeline never faltering. She turned and he picked up his copy of “A Farewell To Arms,” something she had been the one to reccomend to him, ranting on and on about Ernest Hemingway and his precious 6 toed cats.

It was one of Spencer’s more realistic goals in life to take Y/n back to Key West to visit the Hemingway House, after her having said a childhood trip there was one of her happiest memories.

He quickly flipped to a random page, not wanting her to catch him being what he considered to be creepy, even though Y/n thought it was quite adorable.

She bit back a giggle and a smile, settling on leaving the window half open half closed. She padded over to where Spencer was, laying back onto what she imagined a cloud would feel like.

She reached over, taking the blue colored book from his hands and his thickly rimmed glasses off from where they were resting on his perfect button nose.

She smiled to herself fondly at the items in her hands, particularly at the novel. She placed them on her bedside table (why hers and not his, Reid wasn’t too sure, but also was not going to complain), and then moved to slide between the slick tightly-tucked sheets.

“Our options were A, not be able to sleep because of Mr. Sun being out right now, or you freezing to death because Mr. Sun was blocked totally by the curtains.”

He looked over at where she had been messing around with the heavy drapes.

“I see you went in between.”

She smiled graciously, which Spencer returned immediately.

“That I did.”

A few more awkward moments of silence (not including the occasional yelling and honking from those riding on motorbikes below) passed, before she finally settled into the sheets.

She turned to the side table to her left and tugged on the chain of the old timey lamp. The room went quiet, but the pair’s minds were anything but.

Y/n’s head was swimming in intrusive thoughts, while Spencer’s was a hazy cloud of self deprecations and his own voice keeping him awake, staring at the painted ceiling.

“Spence?”

“Mmhm?”

“Can you talk to me?”

Spencer’s brows furrowed. He shifted around in the creme sheets of the bed, finding a cold spot quite quickly.

“What do you want me to say?”

Silence.

“Anything.”

She turned over to now be facing the lanky boy, their noses nearly touching. She held her breath, sucking in a bottom lip.

He looked to her eyes, to her lips, and back to her eyes again, quickly gathering a list of things to ramble about.

“Well,” he began, “Paris was originally founded in the 3rd century BC, and was a Roman city called Lutetia, and to prove it, there’s even remains of Roman ruins in the capital. And speaking of monuments, in total, there are 1,803 of them, and 173 museums in Paris alone- Y/n?”

To his surprise, Y/n’’s idea had worked. Spencer looked over to see a sleeping Y/n, a peaceful expression resting upon her features.

He smiled at the idea that he had played some role in that, closing his own eyes. The cloud that was previously keeping him from long awaited slumber was now a light film, nagging at the back of his head quietly.

He simply told the voice to quiet down and was then able to lull himself to sleep, Y/n’s presence calming him to no end.

It wasn’t until 8 hours later that they had woken up, first Spencer, followed by Y/n. She peeked open her eyes, pleasantly surprised by the lack of light shining through the curtains.

She wiggled around, stretching from her neck down to her toes. Spencer smiled at this, finding her resemblance to a cat who had been sunnapping, quite endearing.

She moved to her side, placing a hand under her chin to get a better look at the Doctor who was nearly finished reading her copy of “A Farewell to Arms”.

“Did you at least mark my spot?” She asked, voice raspy from sleep.

He scoffed, flipping to and then showing her the bookmarked page of the story.

“What do you think I am, a monster?”

She chuckled, sitting up next to Spencer.

“I mean, I don’t know, sometimes it seems like it”.

He rolled his eyes, setting down the read and hopping out of bed.

“What are you doing, Spence?” She asked, not amused in the slightest by the idea of having to get out of bed.

“We are going to get coffee.”

She shook her head of messy hair, the wispy bits flowing around her like a halo in the hotel room lighting.

“You can go get us coffee and bring it right back over here, alright? Thanks, you’re a doll.”

He did that thin lipped smile that seems to be his equivalent of a smirk, grabbing a hoodie from the inside of his suitcase that was perched on top of a dresser.

“Come on, we’re going on an adventure. Use this and the idea of coffee as an incentive.”

He tossed her the hoodie, the jacket landing by her feet with an audible plop.

She loudly groaned, shrugging it on and pulling herself out of bed. She also managed to tug on some jeans and an overcoat, as well as her boots, shaking her head at Spencer’s lack of preparation for the cold temperatures, as always.

“Spencer, I am not about to go to this and have you complain about being cold the whole time, put on your coat, please.” She gestured to where it was hanging in the closet with her hand still concealed by her trench coat’s pocket, her eyes shutting and her head lolling to the side.

“If you insist.”

“Yes I do, put it on, lets go.” She said drawing out the “o”.

Spencer’s eyes widened and he lifted his hands in mock surrender. “My apologies, good morning to you too.”

She only rolled her eyes and smiled, opening the door to the room and leading the way.

By the time she had found a coffee shop on Yelp that she had deemed satisfactory, (which was extremely difficult due to the language barrier) the time had passed even later, and the temperature was even lower.

The lights on the streets sparkled, reflecting in the puddles of the water that lined the asphalt. Y/n was quite enchanted by the little light shows, slowing the journey to the shop significantly. Spencer didn’t mind, though, he enjoyed every second he got to spend with her to the absolute fullest, and found her fascination with every part of life inspiring.

When they finally reached the quaint little coffee shop, they walked inside, finding refuge in the warmth of the establishment.

Spencer ordered for them, and Y/n found a table (as that’s what they always did, taking turns between ordering and scouting a place to sit).

She located a cozy little corner by a window, a perfect place to observe those who bustled about at night, watching them and coming up with back stories, whatever they may be.

She enjoyed doing that, it made her believe she had a better understanding of the world around her, why those she works on catching every day behave in the manner they do.

And what better place to do so than Paris?

So she flagged Reid (who now was in possession of the two drinks) over, taking hers from his hand.

“Latte with two creams and 4 sugars for the lady.”

She smiled graciously, allowing the heat of the cup to spread through her system.

“And what did you get? Let me guess, a shot of espresso with 12 sugars?”

Spencer rolled his eyes, not wanting to admit she was more correct than he had hoped.

“Ha ha, very funny, Y/n.”

She smiled over her small mug, quirking a brow.

“Oh, I know.”

He shook his head and glanced out the window with a low chuckle, watching as people from all walks of life went about their business, some with dogs, some with children, some of them even walking along with a cup of coffee in their hands, similarly to Spencer and Y/n. Some of them, in fact, had all three.

As the two sat observing, sipping away at their respective concoctions, Y/n spoke up, her voice soft, although considering they were the only two in the shop, it didn’t need to be.

“Spence?”

“Hmm?”

Only then did she tear her glance away from those on the street, her full focus now on Reid. She admired his bone structure, in awe over the way the soft light reflected off his strong jaw and high cheeks. At that moment, he looked like he belonged in the Louvre.

“Thank you.”

“What for?” He finally looked towards her, his hand never moving from where it was positioned under his chin.

She simply shrugged, wrapping her coat tighter around herself.

He darted his eyes to the table and then her eyes, taking a deep breath. “Well, you’re welcome, I guess.”

She smiled and nodded at once, satisfied with his response.

While she looked out the window once more, she began to wonder about those around her. If they felt the same strong emotions that she did, if they held the same hope and desire for the future that she did.

And as she took another sip from her drink, closing her eyes and slowly was drifting off with the sounds of the city, she could only hope that they did.

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i hope u enjoyed that bc i feel like the imagery in the first paragraph was immaculate 😁 also! i ask that in the reblogs no cussing (and on my blog now in general) is used for personal reasons :) kk luv u bye bb! go take an electronics break and drink some water+ eat some protien (cashews, cheese, whatever ur feeling!)

xx hj

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wanderingchocolateeclair · 3 years

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A little birthday ramble for my favourite jean man~

It’s my favourite characters birthday??? Woah! That means I gotta try and actually make something-

So here, have this rather rushed birthday edgejeanist ramble for my favourite lanky jeanist because I love them too much.

Tagging: @chaotic-trash-can @kouricaesar @kiriderp @theshisthings @chiggersmcnuggies :)

TW: none! It’s fluff!

*buzz*

Tsunagu blinked slowly, his eyes adjusting to the morning light as he woke up to see two silver eyes staring straight back at him.

*buzz buzz*

“Good morning~” A familiar voice cooed.

Startled by the sudden greeting, the blond man grumbled and opened his eyes to see Shinya facing him, head perched in his hands as he smiled at his sleepy husband.

*buzz*

“Hm.....good morning....” Tsunagu mumbled, stretching his arms out and plopping them back down over the duvet.

*buzz*

“What....uhhh.....buzzing...huh?”

The silver haired man chuckled slightly at the other man’s confused expression. “Messages, love. It’s 7am. A rather special day, too, might I add~”

A rather special day?

What?

Was he missing something?

Tsunagu now felt even more confused than before as he laid there trying to piece things together.

“Wha-” he started, before being interrupted by Shinya letting out a loud laugh and pulling him into a big hug. “-hmmph?”

“Hahah! Ahhh, you are so stupid in the mornings, I love you so much hahaha~” The smaller man snickered as he buried his face into the crook of his husbands neck.

The still-very-confused giraffe blinked. “Did- did you just call me stupid?!”

“Heheh...”

“Oi!” Tsunagu pouted, blushing slightly at the sound of Shinya’s adorable laughter. “Don’t make fun of me......I’m really confused, I don’t know what’s happening, and I’m worried now that I’m missing something very important-”

Shinya simply chuckled and rolled his eyes in response to Tsunagu’s weary mumbles.

“Yes, dear~”

Yawning loudly, Tsunagu slowly sat up and started to gather his thoughts. Did he have work today? Or was it his day off? He wasn’t sure. But he could definitely tell he was missing something.

“Love?”

“Hm?” Shinya hummed inquisitively as he also propped himself up, hooking his arms around Tsunagu’s waist and resting his head on the other man’s shoulder.

“What....what day is it?”

Shinya smiled and let out a small sigh.

“Tuesday!” He exclaimed brightly, his eyes sparkling mischievously as he toyed with his partner’s confused morning brain.

“Ah.....wait, no, I mean the date. ‘Cause it might- oh come on, Shinya, stop-” Tsunagu huffed, realising the smaller man’s intentions to mess with him even more than he already was. That little sneaky ninja....

Shinya simply chuckled at the taller man’s response and slid off the side of the bed, making his way to go and get ready for the day. “Heh...it’s the 5th of October....ring any bells?”

The 5th of October????

The 5th of October........

“Ah!” Tsunagu jumped up, accidentally startling the other man with his sudden enthusiasm. “It’s my sister’s birthday!!!”

Wow.

Shinya stood there for a moment before bursting into laughter, though trying very hard to stifle it. ‘Oh my god he’s a fucking idiot-’

Tsunagu blinked. “W-why are you laughing?”

The silver haired man shook his head and tried to keep a straight face, thinking incredibly hard about his response before simply settling with a small, “it took ya long enough!”, before turning to head out of the bedroom.

“I’m phoning Ai, gonna pester her until she answers me- wait, where are you going?” Tsunagu questioned, rapidly unlocking his phone and dialling his sister’s number while managing to completely ignore the various messages and notifications that he had received.

“Ahh, it’s getting kinda late, I need to go and wake Izumi up for school, I have work, and I’m pretty sure you have a morning patrol, do you not?” Shinya scratched the back of his neck as he made his way out the door. “Make sure ehe- ahEm- make sure to tell her happy birthday for me!”

“Ah....yeah you have a point....okay then.”

Tsunagu looked down at the phone, making sure it was ringing, and waited for it to be answered.

*click*

“Hello?”

“Hey, dumbass, happy birthday!! Hope you have a great day, love you lots!” Tsunagu sang down the phone, showing no hesitation to greeting his beloved sibling.

“Thanks, you lanky shit, happy birthday to you too! Sending love from all of us, have a great day yourself!” Ai chirped in reply. “Don’t get lost on patrol this time either, stupid, last time we waited for hours at mom’s for you to finally show up.”

Tsunagu blinked. What was that? “Happy birthday to me too?”

“Huh?”

That’s when he finally fully woke up and actually realised what a literal dumbass he was being. A massive idiot. No wonder why Shinya was acting so smug and snickering to himself earlier.

“Oh my fucking god-” Tsunagu covered his face with his hands as he wallowed in his own embarrassment. “Ai, I’m a fucking idiot, it’s my birthday isn’t it?”

The line went silent for about ten seconds before the woman on the other side erupted into fits of laughter.

“OH MY GOD!!! HAHAHA THAT IS FANTASTIC-”

“Ai...”

“AHAHA TSU FORGOT- AHAHAhA-”

“Ai, stop, it’s my birthday-”

“OUR birthday! You somehow remembered that it was mine and forgot that it was yours as well- we’re TWINS Tsunagu, we have had the same birthday for over 37 years!! Hahaha~”

“Yeah, yeah, okay, whatever....” the blond man sheepishly muttered as he continued to hide his face in shame. This was going to be a long day...

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After what seemed like a while of embarrassment and one-sided laughter, Tsunagu ended up hanging up and threw his phone to the side, huffing as he tried to shake off how embarrassed he felt.

He sat thinking about the day ahead of him for a little while before noticing some hushed whispers and muffled laughter coming from behind the door.

Smiling to himself slightly at how adorable his husband and daughter were, he rolled his eyes, laughing as he opened the door to reveal two sneaky silver haired troublemakers staring up at him with big mischievous eyes.

“Gotcha~” Tsunagu sang, reaching down to tickle Izumi under the chin playfully.

“Wahhhh!! He caught us!!!” The small child exclaimed, giggling as she jumped into her fathers arms. “Happy Birthday, dad!!”

“Oh, why thank you, sunshine!” The blond man happily responded, twirling his daughter around as he exchanged a soft gaze with his partner, who was now leaning against the door frame with a cup of warm tea.

“So you finally remembered? Got that old brain woken up finally~~” Shinya teased, a sly grin spread across his face.

Tsunagu chuckled. “Hey now, you’re only a few years younger than me y’know! And I’m only a year older than I was yesterday, leave me be!”

“Ahh, sorry sorry~”

“You better be. You weren’t any help this morning when I was oh so lost and confused! Laughing at me, unbelievable!”

“Papa said you were very silly and forgot your birthday!” Izumi chimed in, sticking her tongue out at her taller dad as he ruffled her hair.

“Did he now?” Tsunagu raised an eyebrow as he looked back up at Shinya.

“Noooo......” the sly ninja pouted, winking at their daughter in a very over exaggerated manner.

“I see.....”

Sharing plenty of mischievous joy, the three of them laughed and headed downstairs to get ready for the day.

Watching as their child whizzed around gathering all of her school items, the two parents stood silently together, smiling at Izumi’s enthusiasm as she twirled around.

Shinya wrapped his arm around Tsunagu and looked up at the taller figure gently as he felt the other return the same action, smiling as he felt his face heat up, ever so slightly, and familiarly.

“Happy birthday, hon.” The smaller figure said as he leant into his husband’s warm embrace. “Love you.”

Tsunagu sighed happily in response, feeling his heart flutter slightly as he looked down at his small husband, before leaning down and pecking Shinya’s forehead and smiling as he rested his head gently on top of his. “Thank you, dear.”

“Love you too.”

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kalimagik · 4 years

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Moonlight Swim

Neville Longbottom x Reader

Word Count: ~2k

A/N: Soooo, I was at the beach working and only actually saw the beach at midnight because that’s when I could and that’s how this idea blossomed. This is my first time writing for Neville, so I’m feeling really unsure about it, but I love this awkward, smiley boy! Feedback always welcomed, so leave a comment, reblog, like, or send an ask! Happy reading, lovelies <3

Edit: @summer-writes made the gorgeous moodboard

The moon was high and bright in the sky, it reflected off the ocean like a pearl polished and reflecting off the glass in a jewelry store. The waves grew and crashed onto the sand sounding like a drum beating at a steady pace. The whole world was calm, relaxed, and at peace. Well the whole world, expect for the teenagers walking down the beach.

“Y/N! Wait up!” Neville called, still a few paces behind his best friend, despite his longer legs.

She wasn’t listening though, Y/N was focused on one thing, getting from the little cottage by the sea to the sea itself. Seeing as how Harry had never been on a REAL holiday before, courtesy of the Dursleys, Y/N and Hermione decided that it would be a good idea to rent a little cottage on the coast and spend some time by the sea. Hermione planned all the details, but Y/N got the group together. She, Hermione, Ron, Harry, Ginny, Neville, and Luna could all definitely use a trip away after how school had been going from them.

But, the others were in the house. That day had been spent entirely on the beach. Ron was redder than his hair because of the sun burn after refusing sunblock. Ginny was exhausted after being in the water and forcing Harry to swim out in the waves for hours. Hermione and Luna spent their time reading, but were just tired from the sun. That’s not how Y/N felt. She was at the ocean. She wanted to be on the beach every second she could be, even if the moon was the only source of light.

“Common, Longbottom,” she giggled, plopping down in the sand, not caring about the mess it would make later. “Come sit beside me!”

Neville watched, still standing, as she breathed in the deep, beach air that surrounded them. He looked down at Y/N, her eyes now focused on the waves. She was one girl that he always felt comfortable around. She made him feel confident and like his opinions and ideas had value. Then, somewhere along the way, she became more than just his best friend.

He was more confident in general and loved talking about his passions, but she made him nervous again, even if it was in a different way. His hands got clammy when she was around, he forgot what he wanted to say, and his heart beat soooo loudly that he swore she could hear it and just pretended she didn’t.

“Are you going to sit down?” she asked again, looking away from the ocean and to his towering figure.

“Oh, uhhh, yeah.” Neville took the spot next to her and listened to the sounds that surrounded them.

“I’m happy we came here. It was a good idea.”

“Of course it was a good idea,” Neville chuckled. “It was your idea wasn’t it?”

“Precisely,” she beamed, leaning over to bump into him. “Just look at this place though! I never would have been able to find it without Hermione.”

“Don’t give her your credit.” Neville spoke before he even thought about what he was going to say.

“What’s gotten into you,” Y/N chuckled, glancing over her shoulder at Neville. “She did do all of the planning, so she deserves all the credit!”

“That’s not what I mean. You’re still the one that made it happen,” Neville complimented her.

“Thanks,” she smiled simply, looking back at the water.

The silence was comfortable. Y/N and Neville had that type of relationship where they could just sit in each other’s company for hours and not need to say much of anything. It was a beautiful thing that not all people can achieve together, but they did.

The tide began to roll further and further up the shore. The foam of the water was close enough to touch Y/N and Neville’s toes. It was warm and felt good against the chilly summer night air.

“Want to go for a walk?” Y/N asked, getting restless as she usually did.

Neville just nodded, following Y/N’s lead as he usually did. If Neville ever got into trouble, it was usually because of something Y/N talked him into doing.

“How’s your grandmother again?” Y/N started a conversation. “I didn’t get to see her yet this summer.”

“She’s good. Still my grandmother. Still scary. She has asked about you of course. She always does. Personally, I think she would rather have you as a grandchild.” Neville kicked the sand as he walked with his hands in his pockets.

Y/N stopped suddenly, looking at the boy. “Don’t say that. It’s not true.”

“It’s fine if it is. I don’t mind.” Neville shrugged.

“Well, anyone would be lucky to have you as a grandson,” Y/N giggled, a smile growing on her face as she teased the boy. Neville couldn’t help but laugh alongside her. She grew serious again shortly after though. “You’re wonderful. And your grandmother loves you a lot. I can tell in the way she talks about you to me.” Y/N rubbed his arm, reassuring him before she continued down the beach.

“We sure have gone a far way,” Neville observed, looking back to the little speck of light that was the house.

“Well, it’s beautiful out! I can’t help that I still want to be out here. I would even get in the water-”

Neville looked to see Y/N looking out in the water longingly. “No…no, no, no. Don’t even think about it, Y/N/N. I am not getting in the water in my clothes.”

“Well why not? You’re already wet,” she smirked mischievously.

“What are you talking about? I’m completely dr–” Before he could even finish his sentence, Y/N walked into the water enough to kick it, completely splashing Neville’s front side.

“See! It feels good!” She giggled.

“I can’t believe you just did that!” Neville looked at her, wide-eyed. “I’m not going to take that sitting down!” He rushed her, but she dodged him, going further out into the water. Neville stopped at the edge. The waves were crashing right behind Y/N, the water now pooling around her knees and thighs. “You don’t even have a bathing suit on…”

“So? Who do I have to impress?” she giggled, walking backwards. Neville just took in the sight of her face. He really wanted to soak up as much of it as possible. The look she wore was just one of pure happiness and exuberance. She’d always been like that. Not caring what anyone thought and always doing what made her the happiest.

He could only shake his head and laugh with her as he just stood there on the shore.

“Come on in! The water’s great!” she urged him, lifting an arm to threaten that she would splash him again if he didn’t comply.

“You might want to come out before you’re dripping wet.” Neville warned.

“Nahhhh!” she shook her head. Her laughter was replaced by a happy scream when an invisible wave crashed on her head. Somehow, she walked out further into the water than she had realized and without the sun, the waves were invisible until they came crashing down.

Neville smirked as the water rushed back into the ocean. Y/N stood there, hair in her eyes and clothes dripping wet, her mouth hanging wide open in surprise, but the shock of the water over taking her was quickly replaced by laughter once again.

“I told you so,” Neville called over the sound of the waves.

“It was a good surprise!” Y/N spit back, smile growing even wider. “You know what would be an even better surprise? If you run in with all your clothes too!”

Neville didn’t take the bait, he just shoved his hands in his pockets once more.

“Ohhh, come on Neville, do something unexpected!” Y/N dared him, eyes sparkling with playfulness. That was all she needed to say for him to sigh before letting a lopsided smile replace the pursed lips he had worn watching her moments before.

“Yay!” she laughed as he crashed through the waves out to where she was. By the time he reached her, another wave crashed on top of them, soaking Neville as much as the one before drenched Y/N.

Their heads broke through the surface of the water as they came back up for air. “See, isn’t it nice out here?”

Neville took in a deep breath as he looked at her, swimming deep enough that her shoulders were underwater. Her Y/H/C pooled around her shoulders and the water made her skin sparkle. Water is supposedly rejuvenating, but new life and confidence seemed to enter Neville in that moment.

“What are you looking at?” Y/N laughed, out of breath from jumping over oncoming waves.

“I love you, Y/N,” Neville blurted, cheeks heating up the moment the words left his lips. Unfortunately for him, the moon was bright enough that the red was accented.

“You love me? N-Not just like a fr-friend?” Y/N stuttered. She never stuttered, she was always so confident.

He didn’t have anything planned to say after he made his confession. Hell, that wasn’t even planned. The move was Y/N’s to make. Neville was speechless, but he managed to nod. Y/N’s breath evened out.

“I love you too, Neville.” She stated simply, a smile growing on her lips. Neville felt his own smile following the feeling of relief. She loved him too.

“But, why didn’t you ever say so?” he asked, still confused that she felt the same way.

“I don’t know. I guess I was scared. We’ve been friends for so long and I didn’t want to push you into anything if you weren’t comfortable.” Neville watched her eyes fall to watch the movement of the water.

“You were scared? B-but you’re always so sure of yourself…”

“Not when it comes to stuff like that,” she admitted. “but, I do, ya know, love you.”

Neville smiled again. Hearing those words coming from her mouth made his heart flutter. Another surge of confidence as powerful as a wave flowed through him. He reached out enough to pull her body flushed with his and kissed her. He kissed her in a way he didn’t even know he was capable of.

The salty air filled Neville’s lungs when they pulled away from each other. His clothes hung heavily on his body and he had goosebumps all over his arms and legs, but he felt so light and warm on the inside. This was it for him. This was what he wanted for so long.

“Neville, you’re shivering!”

“No, no, I’m okay!” But, as another invisible wave crashed on top of them again, Neville’s teeth began to chatter.

“Nope, time to head in,” Y/N giggled. She swam towards the shore faster than Neville, but Neville didn’t want the moment to end.

“Wait, we’re just going to go back?” Neville pouted, bobbing up and down.

“We’re going to dry off and warm up, but we can continue once we do that,” she winked.

Neville’s face lit up at the prospect of spending more alone time with Y/N that he wound up reaching the sand before she did. “Woah, someone’s excited there.” Y/N exclaimed as she caught up to him.

“Can’t risk you changing your mind,” Neville teased, already starting to walk back to the cottage.

“Neville, wait!” Y/N called, catching back up to him.

“Yes, love,” he emphasized, excited to be able to use the endearing term with someone. Y/N took his hands in hers and placed a chaste kiss on his lips.

“Hold my hand while we walk?” she asked.

Neville grinned like a Cheshire cat as he led the way back to the beach cottage, where dry clothes and a warm bed waited.

The moon was high and bright in the sky, it reflected off the ocean like a pearl polished and reflecting off the glass in a jewelry store. The waves grew and crashed onto the sand sounding like a drum beating at a steady pace. The whole world was calm, relaxed, and at peace, especially the boy and girl who were dripping with salt water, but in love nonetheless.

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marvelfansince08love · 4 years

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“If this is your attempt at pushing me away, it won’t work” - Cordelia Goode x Reader

Word Count: 2724

Pairing: Cordelia Goode x Reader

Prompt 30 - “If this is your attempt at pushing me away, it won’t work”

A/N: @regal-roni I hope you enjoy this love! Also, I’m apologising in advance because uhhh- hehe I may have made this angsty as fuck. Thanks @imnotasuperhero for giving me your angst approval and I’m sorry I made your heart squeeze.

Warning: Hold onto your hearts people, it’s gonna be a bumpy ride!

Tags; @waitingfortheendtocome @natasha-danvers @muted-stoneheart @saucy-sapphic @coconutlipss @witchxaf

Also enjoy this foxxay gif that I do not own!

Prompt 30

You met Cordelia at your coffee shop one late evening just before close. A figure dressed in black with the most blinding smile and bouncy golden locks rushing towards you.

“Oh no! Are you closed?” She had asked, slightly out of breath. You could see the tiredness in her chocolate browns and the brush of a darker shade under her eyes indicating the lack of sleep. If you weren’t paying such close attention you probably wouldn’t have noticed due to her beautiful pearly whites; as she throws you another smile.

“I’m afraid we are.” You confirm with some sympathy. This woman clearly needed a coffee or two. The now small frown and grimace on the strangers face makes you backtrack hating to see such an expression on a beautiful woman. She smiles her thanks and begins to turn away but before she can leave your brain caught up with itself.

“But the pot is still brewing inside, if you would like a cup. On the house.” You rush out, not wanting this mysterious woman to leave. She turns back around and sighs in relief and whispers “Thank you, I’d love that.” before following you into the shop. One cup turned into three and before you knew it the night had gotten darker and the usual busy streets of New Orleans had grown quieter. .

“Oh god, I’ve kept you from finishing. I’m so sorry please let me at least pay for the last cup.” She insisted, digging into her purse. You place a hand gently on top of hers pausing her search.

“It’s okay, I much preferred the company over sleep anyway.” You reassure, with a teasing smirk. She bites her bottom lip softly as she eyed your hand.

“Okay, well at least let me pay for dinner. Tomorrow night?” She offers, copying your smirk.

“Oh so forward, Ms.Goode. I could be in a very committed relationship for all you know.” You joke, watching her laugh loudly her hand landing on top of your own across the table.

“Darling, if you were in a committed relationship. This spark between us wouldn’t be glowing as bright as it is in this very moment,” She states, confidently. Her fingers brushing lightly across your own making you blush at her statement, knowing how true it is.

“So tomorrow night?”

That was over a year ago and things had been getting better and better with each passing date and heated kiss. You had discovered during that first meeting that Cordelia runs the academy for gifted young witches across town as headmistress which you still tease her to this day for.

“Oh do you have an office, headmistress. I’ve always wanted to have sex on a desk.” You’d teased her a few months back making her laugh and shake her head at your vulgar comment but you saw the lustful glint in her eyes.

The dates had turned from dinner to late evening drinks to sleepovers at your apartment downtown whenever Cordelia could get away from the school for the night. However, whenever you mentioned staying over at the house while you lay next to each other in your large bed, Cordelia was quick to reject the idea and would change the subject. You knew about the school and its purpose, everyone did since Delia aired it all on television but you masked your hurt and put it down to having so many girls running around the school and with her being headmistress it didn’t give the right impression to have a woman sneaking out in the early hours.

Some of the older girls knew about your relationship with their friend/supreme and would come by the shop most days for their daily coffee run, apparently teaching young witches everyday requires a lot of caffeine and they got to meet you, which in their opinion was bonus as it was nice to get to know the woman who’d been keeping their friend/supreme in a daydream with a secret smile on her face most days around the academy.

“She just has this light glow around her whenever we mention you… it’s pretty gay if you ask me but whatever, you’re kinda cool so I guess it’s cute.” Madison had commented one day in the shop, fighting back a genuine smile.

Over the last few weeks though, you started to feel that Cordelia had been avoiding you in some way. Your usual meet up twice a week at the coffee shop seemed to stop, the reasons valid as she did run a school after all but when the texts stopped or where the bear minimum and the other cup across from you grew colder after every passing minute you realised her not turning up wasn’t just because of her duty as headmistresses, she was avoiding you. That’s when you decided to show up at the academy, determined to speak to her in person and not through rushed phone calls. You approach the black gates cautiously, the aura around the building so strong you feel an overwhelming sense of power before even stepping foot onto the grounds.

‘Maybe this was a bad idea.’ You doubt to yourself as the gates begin to open in front of you.

You approach cautiously to the front door and knock, hoping that Cordelia answers. The door creaks open revealing one of the familiar faces that you’re used to seeing at the shop. Zoe stands by the door looking a little sheepish.

“Oh, hi Y/N. Does Cordelia know you are here?” She asks, her eyes darting around looking at anything but you. You frown at her sheepish behaviour. Usually, Zoe is the first one to approach you at the shop with a welcoming smile.

“Uh, hey Zoe! No, but I was hoping to speak with her, if she’s here?” You inform, trying to look over her slender shoulders into the hallway. Zoe begins to speak but the familiar voice of your lover beats her to it.

“Y/N? What are you doing here?” Delia asks, as Zoe slips away back into the house.

You take in her tired figure, her eyes no longer holding that sparkling glint. She tries to hide the wince as she leans heavily against the doorframe making you frown with worry.

“I’m sorry for showing up unannounced, I just needed to see you. I’ve been worried about you and clearly I was right to be,” You murmur, eyeing her slouched posture as she keeps a protective hand across her waist. She smiles reassuringly at you, trying to ease your worry but you know her too well now to be so ignorant to her quiet suffering.

“Delia, what’s wrong?” You question, leaving no room for protest. She shakes her head softly, again dismissing your concern.

“It’s nothing, darling. I haven’t been feeling well, is all. I’m sorry to have worried you.” She brushes off, reaching her other hand out to brush against your cheek. Her teary eyes dart across your face, as if taking in every detail lingering to memorise every freckle, every lash.You lean into her touch, craving the contact from her. Your eyes lock with her honey browns, searching for answers to her behaviour but she remains silent for a moment her lips twitching into a small smile before leaning in closer.

“How about a coffee?” She questions, removing her hand from your cheek and quickly wiping her own. “ I’m sure we have lots to discuss.” She states, stepping back into the house allowing you access. You step into the school and gape at the tall white walls full of aged paintings and grand staircase, wringing your fingers suddenly feeling inferior by the powerhouse that your lover runs.

A soft hand wraps gently around your own stopping your nervous habits before pulling you further through the oddly quiet house. Her hand is tight around yours, as if needing it to anchor herself, but you decide not to ask about her health again knowing you won’t get the answer you are after, the truth.

“Where are all the girls today?” Cordelia smiles gently and side glances at your awe expression as you take in more of the mystery house.

“A school trip with Myrtle and Queenie and some of the other girls like to use their free time shopping in the town centre. If you ask me, they just like to get out without me hovering over them.” She jokes, squeezing your hand to regain your attention from an old black and white photo showing a group of young witches.

“Those girls adore you Delia, I’m sure it’s just teenage girls wanting some freedom on the weekend like every other teenager.” You comfort, smiling knowingly at her mother hen instincts and how protective she can be over her own. She bumps her shoulder lightly against yours for teasing her a little before pushing open a large door.

“Is this your office?” You murmur, looking around the large room with glass panelled windows behind a wooden desk. You raise your eyebrow at the desk eyeing Delia, who stands by a drinks cabinet, pouring the brown liquid into two whiskey glasses. She smirks at your subtle nod at the desk joke you made a few months back as you walk over to her, taking the offered glass before sitting on the long white plush sofa gestured to your right. Delia sits elegantly in the oval chair across from you, confusing you at her attempt to keep some distance. Her eyes follow your movements as you take your first sip of the brown liquid.

“I want to apologise again for not messaging you, Y/N. I was being a coward by avoiding you and thinking it would work. I didn’t take into account your feelings and that was wrong of me.” She apologises, before taking a quick sip of her drink for dutch courage. You place yours onto the glass table that fills the gap between the two of you.

“Cordelia, I’m not a child. If you wanted to stop this, you could have just said so instead of stringing me along. I really like you Delia, like a fucking lot actually. I thought we were going somewhere with this,” you confess, your voice quiet and full of doubt. Thoughts spiral in your mind, doubt creeping in as you come to the conclusion that Delia may not reciprocate those feelings.

“I… Y/N, I like you a lot too. But I... I don’t think this is going to work. We are two very different people and not to mention your human.” She pauses as she processes her next words, her eyes full of sadness. “ I don’t think you realise just how fragile that makes you and I can’t always be around to protect you Y/N. So, I think we should end this before we get in too deep. I’m sorry darling.” Her chin trembles as she fights back her tears, her regal posture slouches as she leaves her chair and moves to crotch in front of you as you continue to stare at the white wall trying to collect your thoughts as tears fall freely. Her forehead rests softly against your knees as you blindly place your hands on top of her blonde locks.

“You knew this from the beginning… Why did you bother pursuing me? Did you think it would be funny, see if you could get the boring ol’ human girl to fall in love with you?” You say, suddenly feeling angry by her words. She lifts her head back shocked by your accusation and stands abruptly making you copy her position, leaving you both standing off to one another.

“You know that’s not true, Y/N. Don’t be so childish, I’m just trying to be realistic here. We tried and it didn’t work, why is this so hard for you to understand?” She spats, her hands gesturing wildly. “You know, you are just proving my point Y/N. You are so ignorant to everything around you, I’m the fucking supreme that comes with a lot of enemies and I can’t be concerned about you while also trying to protect the coven. I’m sorry you can’t seem to take this break up in a mature way.” She huffs.

“Why are you being like this?” You whisper, hands sagged to your side, defeated.

“I’m being a realist, Y/N. Maybe you should try it sometime.” Her words are harsh, as she holds your gaze, no longer showing those sweet signs of affection. You hold her gaze a little longer hoping to see her falter and retract her hurtful words but nothing else is said, which leaves you with your answer. You laugh humorlessly before heading for the office door, your hand wraps around the door handle before pausing.

“If this is your attempt at pushing me away, it won’t work.” You inform, loud enough for her to hear.

“Y/N, I’m not..ugh.” The painful groan that fills the room makes you turn quickly towards the source of the sound as you watch in terror Cordelia hunching over in pain, holding her stomach area tightly.

“Delia!” You launch forward ready to help her settle onto the long sofa you were previously sat on.

“Hey hey, you're okay. That’s it breath for me Delia, that’s my girl.” You comfort, whispering softly while brushing wild strands of blonde hair from her now pale face. Her eyes glossy as she watches you move to fill a glass of water for her. You gently tip the water into her mouth while she holds onto your wrist delicately whispering her gratitude, you stay crouched in front of her keeping a close eye on her as you take away the now empty glass.

“What’s going on Delia, I want the truth this time.” You enforce, brows furrowed in worry. She drops your gaze as she plays with the rings on your fingers, collecting her thoughts.

“When a new supreme raises the other must fall.” Her words full of strength and sorrow as free falling tears spill onto her pale cheeks.

“I.. I don’t understand. You’ve only been supreme for what five years, you must have gotten it wrong... No, no this isn’t happening. We gotta talk to Myrtle, she’ll know different. You can’t die Lia you… you-” The soft hand placed on your cheeks stops your rambling, knowing eyes fall onto your own broken ones as silent tears fall between you both.

“But we haven’t had enough time together,” you whisper weakly, leaning into her touch. The feeling of her skin against your own giving you the only comfort that’s available while Delia regains her strength from her dizzy spell. She smiles tearfully, brushing her thumb over the escaped tears.

“Then let’s make the most of it, I don’t want to spend my last how many months on earth avoiding you and regretting it.” Her eyes full of thought as she processes her next thought. “Let’s go somewhere, anywhere. I’m just so tired of all these negative thoughts and feelings, I want to fill these months with good, happy memories, with you and my girls, but I understand if you want to let this go now to avoid the hurt later on...” She murmurs leaning her head into the cushion, her face turned towards your own, suddenly vulnerable. The sudden urge to protect her and give her everything she wants overwhelms your instincts, making you launch forward to capture her wet lips with your own in a silent promise.

“I am going to make you the happiest woman, Cordelia Goode. I’m not going anywhere, you have me for as long as you are breathing and walking on this earth.” You vow against her salted lips.

There are still so many things left unsaid but in this moment you are willing to savour your time with this woman and be with her, to remember every twitch of her nose, every sparkle in those brown eyes and most importantly, giving her every reason to smile that breathtaking smile until she can no longer bear it. Because Cordelia Goode deserves all the happiness in the word and if the world can no longer keep her in it, you will be damn sure to give her everything in it and more for as long as you walk on it with her.

I’m sorry🙃x

#cordelia goode x reader #cordelia goode #cordelia foxx #cordelia foxx x reader #sarah paulson x reader #sarah paulson #ahs apocalypse #my work

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nyctolovian · 3 years

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sweetheart, you look a little tired

Summary: During a power outage at the observatory he works at, Martin finds a spirit trapped in a lantern, thus meeting Jon. The two find themselves developing a relationship together, and realising they'd stay with the other. No matter what.

Written for TMA Fantasy Week (Prompt: Lantern)

A/N: Hey uhhh warning! It’s a tragedy and there is major character death. So you have been warned. Title is from the lyrics of "two" by Sleeping at Last

There was a lantern in the observatory up the hill. It's hard to notice it, tucked into a corner of the storage room, but when you needed light, it'd be hard to miss. It was a glass lantern, framed with a brass that never seemed to lose its shine. Inside was a tall white candle, and, if you looked closely enough, its wick glowed ever-so-slightly, despite the lack of flame.

As though it were trying to light itself.

***

There was a power outage again. You'd think an observatory filled with all these science-y people would have figured out a way to stop all these sudden blackouts but perhaps not. The observatory wasn't exactly as well-funded as it used to be so that might be the reason for this.

Still, Martin found himself in the worst place to be during a blackout, the storage room. The storage room wasn't terrible, per se, just difficult. It was littered with things, and when Martin had first arrived, it seemed as though the scientists at this place had been simply chucking things into the storage room carelessly for the past 50 years. To make things worse, being one of the few underground rooms, the storage would fall pitch black in a blackout. Then, here comes the worst part: there was no one else in the observatory. It was close to 11pm and Martin had been the last to leave. It'd take a while before the light came back, he supposed.

So, not wanting to trip and die in some dusty old storage, Martin bent to his knees and held his hands forward, to make sure he didn't bump into anything while feeling his way out. But that's when he noticed it, a faint glow.

Sitting atop a shelf, was a lantern with a candle in it. For some reason, the wick was slightly glowing, giving off just enough light for it to bounce off its brass beams and allow the lantern to stand out in the pitch black.

Martin frowned and reached for it. As he pulled it towards himself to inspect it, he found that if he squinted hard enough, he could see a box of matches shifting about inside it. He fumbled with the lantern for a while before locating the latch. With the matches in the lantern, he lit the candle. Instantly, the storage room was permeated with the soft light of the flame and Martin could see again.

Picking up the lantern again, he stood up to leave. With the better light, he could see the lantern better now. Its base was hexagonal and the metal beams at its corners rose to support a round roof. The roof was patterned intricately with roses, leaves and vines. The romantic in Martin couldn't help but twist it around to inspect and stare in awe.

"Well, I suppose I have to thank you for this," a voice came from behind.

Squeaking, Martin spun around and saw a man standing right behind him. The lantern slipped from his fingers and the other man let out a noise of fear as he tried and failed to catch the lantern. Luckily, Martin saved it in the nick of time.

"Jesus christ!" the other man hissed. "Don't drop the bloody thing!"

"I— S-Sorry. I j-just, well, you startled me," Martin said, hand over his heavily thumping heart. He inhaled deeply to bring back his customer service voice. "Sir, you're not supposed to be here by the way. This room has restricted access. Were you in the room this entire time? I didn't even notice you when I came in."

"I–" The other man cleared his throat. "Technically, yes, I was in the room the whole time. For about 30 years actually."

"What?"

"I live in this lantern, you see. Or rather, my spirit is trapped in it."

"What?!"

"You released my spirit when you lit the candle," the man went on, gesturing at the lantern, as though to prove a point. That was when Martin noticed it, however, the way the light from the lantern passed through the fingers of the other man. He was translucent.

A ghost.

Martin felt faint.

***

The other man did not faint, but Jon had to support him as he sat heavily on a cardboard box and cradled his head. This time, the man gently placed the lantern on the floor before he could risk dropping it again. It made Jon feel slightly bad for startling him.

But Jon was trying to thank him for god's sake. He was trying to be polite. There really was no need for this Victorian era fainting business. And he had nearly dropped the damn lantern too! Jon had no idea what would happen if the thing broke, but he was pretty sure it couldn't be good news for him.

In hindsight, perhaps Jon should have exercised some tact with the man. It could be quite unpleasant business, accidentally releasing a spirit. In his defense, however, it is quite impossible to go about this business pleasantly.

So, as soon as the other man had calmed down enough, Jon thought it'd be best to establish that he was friendly. "The name is Jonathan Sims," he said, sticking a hand towards the other man. "But you can call me Jon. Nice to meet you."

The man gave him a nervous but gentle smile. "I'm Martin Blackwood. I, uh… am a staff at this observatory. Nice to meet you too!" He received Jon's hand firmly.

As Martin's hand enclosed around his, however, Jon couldn't help the jolt that ran up his arm. He had not had contact with a human being in his 30 odd years of being trapped in the lantern. The warmth and solidness of the other man was… shocking to say the least. But not unwelcome. He had to stop himself from melting into the handshake, like a pathetic wax candle.

Martin must have noticed that reaction because his voice grew concerned. "Are you— are you alright?"

"Just, um, just not used to the physicality of everything," Jon half-lied. He patted his shirt anxiously.

"Right," Martin said, clearly not quite knowing how to respond. He stood up from the cardboard box with a soft grunt. "I-I hope you don't mind but I do need to use your lantern for a bit. To get out."

"Oh, sure thing. As long as you don't mind me tagging along."

Martin smiled politely. "Of course! It's your lantern after all."

The two of them successfully left the room, and entered a corridor. Martin walked down the long corridor without much fuss while Jon tried to open and peer through as many doors as he could without falling too far behind. Each of the rooms looked so interesting.

Finally, they reached the entrance. Martin cleared his throat and turned to Jon. "Well, uh, goodbye then? Where should I leave you? Or do you want to come with me…?"

Immediately, Jon replied, "I'd like to stay here. In one of those rooms. I, well, I'd like to take a look around."

Martin blinked. "W- Sure," he said, nodding. He passed the lantern over to Jon, but Jon's fingers phased right through it.

"Seems like… I can't interact with the lantern specifically," Jon muttered. He pursed his lips. "You can just… leave me…" He frowned.

Martin hummed thoughtfully. Then, he went, "Ah, I know just the thing. Let me just…" He reached behind the front desk and retrieved a battery-powered torchlight. He clicked it on and smiled to himself as it lit up. "Alright! We'll drop you off in an interesting room then!"

***

When Martin next returned to the room, neither Jon nor the lantern was there. He asked Winnie, the janitor, if she had moved it or something, but she said she didn't see any lantern anywhere, though she did note that there were a couple of files strewn across the floor for some reason. Frowning, Martin went to the storage room to take a look and, just as he had suspected, the lantern had returned to the shelf.

He debated internally if he should light it up again, but he recalled Jon's wide-eyed look the previous night, the way he looked as though he wanted to experience everything. He took out a lighter from his pocket and lit the candle (which strangely had not shrunk an inch since yesterday).

As he closed the latch of the lantern, he had expected some sort of dramatic entrance. Or a magical-looking one where a wisp of smoke would trickle out and form the man from yesterday perhaps. Instead, all he got was a disgruntled noise behind him.

"I was in the middle of reading something and the flame went out!"

"Morning, Jon. I was wondering where you were," Martin greeted, turning. In the fluorescent light, it was now even more obvious that Jon was not human at all. The light passed through him and he had a bluish tinge to his entire being.

"The flame went out and the whole lantern simply returned to its original state and position. Can you believe the audacity of the thing? Being bound to this object is unbelievably frustrating." Then, he looked up at Martin. "Will you move the lantern back into that room?" he said, running his hand through his wavy graying locks. "I was still reading about Sirius and I really didn't appreciate being interrupted like this."

"Ah," Martin mumbled. "But… more staff will be entering and it'd be strange to see a ghost hanging around, right?"

Jon's eyebrows twitched with annoyance before he crossed his arms. "You're right."

Martin frowned sympathetically. He looked like an upset puppy, sulking in its dog bed, after its newest toy was ripped out of its muzzle. He had to admit, he was a slight bit weak to puppies like that so he smiled reassuringly at Jon and said, "How about this? I'll move your lantern back before I leave from work."

Jon's eyes practically sparkled with exuberance. "You'd do that?"

***

It became a routine. Martin would enter the observatory early, chat with Jon in storage, go to work, wait till he observatory cleared out, before bringing Jon out. Sometimes, they'd go back to the room Jon was in the previous night before he was rudely yanked back into the lantern and sent back to storage. Sometimes, they'd go to somewhere new, and there was a unique joy in seeing Jon get excited exploring it. He'd usually stick around for an hour longer, chatting with the ghost, before heading home.

Conversations with Jon were pleasant. He was always excited to share whatever new discovery he had made recently, be it a constellation he read about, the theories of black holes or catching a glimpse of Saturn on the observatory's telescope.

There was a point about 3 days into this arrangement that Jon stopped mid-way through one of his rambling and looked up. There was a reddish tinge to his ears as he apologised for talking too much.

"I don't mind," Martin replied. "I've worked here as a file clerk for so long and I've never had anyone explain all this stuff to me actually."

"Never?" the ghost mumbled, frowning. "But you're interested?"

It wasn't that Martin had ever had an overt interest in the cosmos. There was a job application, and he just submitted his job application (altering it slightly to suit their needs). But he supposed he was infected by Jon's enthusiasm and curiosity.

So for an hour or so every night, Martin would sit there, listening to Jon.

***

"Did something happen?" Jon asked as soon as he was released from the lamp.

Martin's eyes looked tired. "Hm? No, it's nothing…"

At least lie better, Jon thought huffily. Martin didn't drop by for three days. Which was incredibly odd considering this was also the man Jon had tried and failed to convince that there was no need to come back on weekends. This made it the first time in 4 months that Jon hadn't seen Martin.

But if he didn't want to elaborate, Jon wouldn't press the issue either. Instead, he tried to play things according to their usual routine. "I'd like to stargaze tonight," he announced. So he was brought to the outdoors. It was a clear night, and up on the hill, away from the bustling city below, the stars were bright.

Jon had picked up a telescope on his way out and he began to set it up on the grassy plains behind the observatory. Meanwhile, Martin sat with his back against a tree, simply watching, as he fiddled with the hook ring on the lantern. As usual, Jon filled the silence between them with his usual rambling.

"I am not expecting anything much today to be honest. But if I had chosen a day that had a supermoon or something, I'd assume there would be more people around and trying to catch it. I think it'd be fun to look at the moon. They say it's the easiest one to start with. And it'd feel more… like a self-made experience to set up a telescope ourselves," Jon said as he tried to align the telescope. He turned around and saw Martin, hunched over himself. "Martin," Jon called.

The other man's head shot up and he plastered on a smile. "Do you need help with anything?"

"Martin, I–" Jon shoved the telescope's cloth bag into the box. "Do you… want to talk to me about it? Whatever's bothering you."

Martin glanced at the ground, and plucked some grass. "I… My mum died."

Jon's eyes widened. "Oh. I-I'm sorry—"

"It's okay," Martin interrupted. "Or… maybe it isn't supposed to be but I… Does it make me a bad person to be relieved that she has?" He looked up, perhaps searching for a reaction from Jon. Jon wasn't sure what he found on his face but whatever Martin saw made him continue, "My mum… she had been ill for a while now and I guess it didn't come as a surprise when the nurses called. Still, to feel… relieved about it. I must be pretty screwed up." Martin ran a hand through his curly reddish locks and looked up at the sky.

Frankly, Jon knew very little about any of this. Loss, family, grief. He'd spent all his existence as a spirit in a lantern by himself. He sat down beside Martin.

"I took care of her for most of my life. More than half of it mothering my own mother. It… I don't resent her, I don't think. It's just tiring. I worked quite a lot of jobs trying to support her. Stopped schooling early to find a job." Martin pressed his face into his palms. "God, it's like I'm blaming her! It's not her fault she's ill. I'm such a horrible son."

"You did your best."

Martin hummed noncommittally.

Jon's eyes flicked up and down. Then, he took a deep breath and stretched his arms out. "Come here."

Quizzically, Martin frowned, but he slowly eased into arm length anyway. Jon shuffled closer and pulled the other man into a bear hug.

Sighing into the embrace, Martin mumbled, "I kind of get why she hates me."

Jon frowned at that but said nothing. Instead, he tightened the embrace and rubbed Martin's back gently.

***

The next time they went stargazing, Martin was in a far better mood and he even helped with setting up of the telescope. They ooh-ed and ahh-ed at the moon and its millions of craters for a while before settling on their back and just looked at the stars above with their naked eyes. They draped a black cloth over the lantern and plunged themselves into relative peaceful darkness. The wind blew and the trees and grass rustled gently around them.

It was well past an hour when Jon cleared his throat nervously and asked, "You're not going home?"

Martin shook his head. Just as Jon thought that this was the end, he began, "Frankly, I don't understand about 30% of the things you say. But, I don't know… It feels nice being talked to."

"Does it? I thought it'd be quite annoying," Jon said jokingly.

"Not annoying at all!" Martin quickly said.

Jon blinked at the force with which he said this.

Eyes fixed upon the sky, Martin pursed his lips. "You know, I never really had someone who would talk to me. Even with my mum, it's usually me telling her something and her just glaring at the corner of the room. If she even wants to see me when I visit. Don't really get along with my coworkers here. Most of them are busy with their science-y astronomy stuff to bother with the file clerk."

Jon looked up at Martin. He supposed he understood that sentiment. Loneliness, that is.

Turning around, Martin smiled. "Gosh, don't look at me like that. What I'm trying to say is I like being with you."

"Oh." Jon felt his face warmed slightly, which was odd.

Everything was odd ever since Martin came around. A spirit shouldn't be warming up all over the place like a little heating pad. And they shouldn't be feeling their undead hearts fluttering like little moths around a lightbulb whenever they hear the storage door click open either.

***

Martin had a boyfriend.

Said boyfriend also kicked him out of the observatory when he suggested staying overnight. "I'm not allowing you to deprive yourself of sleep, Martin Blackwood! You've been sticking around here far too often!" he scolded as he pushed Martin through the door.

As he lay on his bed, arms folded over his stomach, Martin regretted not arguing that he wouldn't be getting much sleep even if he went home tonight. He'd be too busy thinking about his boyfriend.

It would make Jon sputter and his cheeks darken, just like the moment when they both confirmed that, yes, they both had feelings for each other and, yes, maybe they could try this dating thing. After establishing their new relationship, they had sat together in the storage room, holding hands, and leaning against each other. Martin would occasionally catch Jon glimpsing up at him with awestruck eyes before smiling sweetly to himself.

Martin buried his face into his pillow. He was already missing Jon.

***

"There's a meteor shower tonight," Martin said. "Do you want to watch it outside?"

Jon looked up with a slight frown. "But… But there will be people, right? Watching it too. Isn't it better if we stay here?"

Martin shook his head. "No, there won't be anyone," he replied.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, I am."

The firmness of that reply unsettled Jon. "Wh- Okay… I'll just, um, grab the telescope."

Jon could sense something was coming, but he couldn't tell what. Martin's face was tense, stiff with an unspoken worry. Jon wanted to prod, but he could tell that whatever it was, Martin was planning to say it outside. Still, his stomach was doing flops as he set up the telescope and lay on the grass, waiting. However, the news was much worse than he could imagine.

"The observatory is closing down."

Jon dropped the telescope cover and dived down to catch it before it rolled out of sight. "Wh-What?"

"The town council thought it was a waste of money so they're closing it down. There aren't any plans of tearing down the building I think. It's quite a useless plot of land since it's so far away from everything else," Martin said. "But it's closing. In about a month."

Jon fidgeted with the cover, twisting it in his hands. His heart was beating like a rabbit's. "Then, what does that… what's it mean for…"

"I don't know. I-I'll try to figure something out. But I won't leave you alone. You're not going to be on your own again," Martin said firmly. He took Jon's hand in his and squeezed it.

Jon squeezed back and then in front of Martin, who wrapped arms around him so that Jon's back was resting against his chest. It was warm, and Jon could feel the rapid thumping of Martin's heart against his back.

Gently, Jon lifted Martin's hand and kissed the inside of his wrist.

***

They tried many things. Putting multiple candles. Lighting the lantern as quickly as they could. Putting an electric bulb inside the lantern instead.

But Jon and his lantern were whisked back into the storage room each time the flame of the original candle snuffed out.

That pretty much ruled out any possibility of Martin just bringing Jon home.

Martin was looking ragged by the end of the month, but exhaustion did not beat him up as much as the look of frightened resignation upon Jon's face as the day of the observatory's closure inched towards them.

It was during the last week that Martin moved his bed into the storage room. "I… I'm not sure what else to do," he admitted.

Jon looked so guilty, eyebrows knitted and lips trembling with protest. He tried to tell Martin that it was okay. Martin shouldn't stay here. It was ridiculous. What about his house? What about electricity? What about water? He should take care of himself.

But Martin's made up his mind. It was too cruel to leave Jon alone again. And Martin understood how alone he had been better than anyone else.

Miraculously, it wasn't so bad in the end. Sure, it was a slight pain in the ass, living in an abandoned observatory. There were many new arrangements they had to make, but it was not bad, all things considered. Winters were arguably the worst, but they could live.

The observatory recommended Martin to another job, and it was near the observatory, so that worked out well. It was slightly tiring, climbing up the hill everyday after work, but it was heartwarming when he could light up the lantern in the storage room, and Jon would trickle into existence, smiling fondly.

Even after many years, nobody really wanted to touch the old observatory. It was built on an inconvenient piece of land, and there was frankly little value in investing in it. Nobody bothered climbing up the hill for the abandoned building either.

So for many years, just like that, Martin and Jon had lived together in the old observatory.

***

Humans died eventually. Jon knew that.

In Martin's older years, Jon had an inkling that it was ending. Every night might be the last. He had grown so used to the routines they had built by now that he sometimes forgets that it was odd how Martin grew grey and wrinkly, while he remained the same.

Stuck in space and time, he supposed.

Every night, as they curled around each other, Jon would cup a hand over Martin's face and trace the wrinkles on his forehead. Martin would huff and press his lips against Jon's forehead. "Not everyone can remain young like you, Jon," he teased.

"I only look young," Jon scoffed. "I'm older than you, alright?" Then, he'd press closer to Martin.

Martin was less warm than he was in the past. As though the older one got, the more of life's warmth seemed to seep out of one's body.

The last day Jon's lantern was lit, Martin had been especially warm while they lay in bed together. Martin rubbed circles into Jon's cold palms and then kissed his neck, his jaw, and then his eyes. "Good night," he whispered, closing his eyes.

"Good night," Jon whispered back as usual.

***

There was a lantern in the old abandoned observatory up the hill. It's easy to notice it, placed in the middle of the table in the old storage room. It was a glass lantern, framed with a brass that never seemed to lose its shine. Inside was a tall white candle, and, if you tried to light it, it would simply snuff out, even though there wasn’t a single draft in the room.

As though it fervently refused to be lit.

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thebigqueer · 3 years

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Oh, how about a prompt for how Lavinia and Poison Oak met?

ooooh yesyseysyes

thank you for the prompt, and i hope you like this!

and, as always: i usually do minimal editing on these fic prompts, so please don’t be too judgmental as you read them alskjfsdf they’re not going to be my absolute perfect work

Lavinia wasn’t quite expecting to meet the new love of her life while trying to scavenge the camp and get a feel for it. But she supposes that’s how life is, full of surprises.

It’s a warm October day in Camp Jupiter, one of those slow, lazy heats grazing across the camp, making people feel heavy and exhausted simply by walking. Lavinia itches in her purple Camp Jupiter T-shirt, wishing she could wear something a little more comfortable. Her shorts do nothing to relieve her of the heat.

She and Don sit at a small cafe in New Rome, trying to ward off the oppressive warmth with tall glasses of water and light sandwiches.

Don groans. “You think Apollo is trying to curse us or something?” he asks.

Lavinia shakes her head and throws the sandwich back on her plate. “We don’t know where he is, remember?”

Don nods. “Oh, right.” He picks at his sandwich, staring at it as if it’s a new species that he can’t seem to understand.

Lavinia slouches in her seat, both in boredom and in annoyance with the heat. She’s only been here for a few months, but already she’s etching to get out and enjoy the world. They keep her too trapped in here, too closed off.

An idea sparks in her head, and she grins at Don. “Hey, you wanna go sneak off?”

Don grimaces, a nervous look sparkling in his eyes. “Uhhh... I don’t know, Lavinia. I don’t want you to get in trouble.”

“Oh, it’s fine!” Lavinia jumps up, excitement already buzzing in her body. She’s been too cooped up in here. Throwing her sandwich on her plate, she grabs Don’s hand, who jumps up reluctantly. “Let’s go do something suspicious.”

Don, grimacing as Lavinia drags him along, mutters, “I do not like this plan.”

~~~

It takes a fair amount of sneaking around and trying to keep silent until Don and Lavinia make it out to the outskirts of camp. They wander around a small little area, where a pond glimmers under the sun and various trees circle around the setting.

Don groans. “Ugh, I hate it here. The dryads here are so uptight.”

Lavinia laughs, kicking a stone. “What do you mean?”

The faun rolls his eyes. “They’re just so... Ooh, look at me, I’m better than you. It gets annoying.”

Lavinia raises an eyebrow in his direction, a smirk pulling at her lips. “Are you sure it’s only because of that? I’ve heard fauns tend to like nature spirits.”

A bright red blush consumes Don’s face and he skitters back, waving his hands. “Oh my gods! No, Lavinia. It’s not that.” Lavinia isn’t convinced and giggles, which makes Don go even redder. “Seriously!”

“Okay, goat boy,” she mutters, bending down and running her fingers through the cool water. It feels refreshing, sliding against her skin and falling back again. The perfect temperature for such a hot day. After feeling around it, she decides that it’s good enough; she kicks off her shoes, tosses them to the side, and dips her toes in, letting the water seep in gently.

She raises her head to the sun, a smile over her mouth. It’s been such a hot day, only now can she savor the beauty of it as she basks in the coolness and the sunlight.

A rustling sounds come from somewhere in the woods. Lavinia opens her eyes and frowns into the forest ahead of her, noticing the birds chirp and flap away. “What’s happening?” she asks Don, her voice just barely above a whisper.

Don sighs in irritation. “I think one of the dryads is coming out.”

As if on cue, a face peeps through the trees, big brown eyes peering over Lavinia and Don. Upon noticing her, Lavinia almost loses her breath.

She’s beautiful, she thinks. Underneath the blazing sun, the dryad’s dark brown skin glows, absorbing the golden rays. There’s a faint dark green glow coming from her, as if her insides are made of an emerald filling. The dryad’s dark green hair flows around her, and a slight breeze whispers through it. Her dark eyes peer over Lavinia, scrutinizing her, and for a moment Lavinia feels that she must show the dryad that she’s worthy, though she isn’t sure why. The demigod puffs out her chest and sits straighter, her eyes never leaving the dryad.

Next to Lavinia, the faun groans. “Ugh, you. She’s the nastiest of them all.”

The dryad laughs, a bright, giggly, twinkling sound that melts in Lavinia’s ears. “Oh, Don, ever the gentlefaun.”

She steps closer to the two, her eyes still over Lavinia. Using her hand, she gestures to the demigod. “And who’s this?”

Don opens his mouth to respond, irritation flashing in his eyes, but Lavinia beats him to it. An easy smile balances across her features. “I’m Lavinia Asimov, a demigod.”

The dryad raises an eyebrow as if unimpressed. “Demigod, huh? What are you doing out of your little camp?”

Lavinia brushes her fingers against her shorts, trying to act casual. “Just doing some scavenging. Nothing too exciting.”

“Aren’t you supposed to be in your camp? You guys aren’t allowed outside without permission, I’ve heard.”

There’s a challenge in her voice, Lavinia notices, as if she’s daring the demigod to admit that she’s breaking some rules, or as if she’s waiting for Lavinia to seem like one of the other over-confident heroes. The pink-haired demigod merely grins. “Guess you could say I’m a bad girl.”

This response seems to take the dryad by surprise, because her eyebrows rise up. A small, flowing smile appears across her mouth. “Exciting. I love bad girls who escape their camp.”

Lavinia giggles, a giddiness bubbling over in her chest. She opens her mouth to say more, try to get a bit more knowledge from the dryad, but Don nudges her shoulder and stands up, an irritated look flashing across his features. “Come on, Lavinia. She only likes to play with us.”

Don takes Lavinia’s hand, ignoring her opposition. She glares at him, but he does the same back. Who do you think you are? she thinks. Trying to take me away when I’m quite obviously flirting with a cute girl?

Don doesn’t seem to get the message. He waves at Poison Oak, saying, “Okay, it was nice meeting you again, blah blah blah,” then drags Lavinia by the hand back to where they entered the clearing first.

She pouts in the dryad’s direction, whose eyes sparkle with amusement. Before she completely escapes from Lavinia’s line of sight, she calls, “I’m Poison Oak, by the way!”

A huge, dumb grin spreads over Lavinia. Don still has his grip over her hand, but she can barely feel the pressure of his fingers over her wrist. “I’m Lavinia!”

A cute, shy smile curves at the Poison Oak’s lips.

“Good to know.”

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braden-holtbys · 3 years

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Call Me

A/N: Hey all, so I’m back for now. I’m a bittttt rusty, so sorry if this isn’t as good as my other fics. Anyways enjoy and as always it’ll be under the cut.

“I can’t keep doing this Y/N,” Dylan suddenly said, his gaze looking downward at the ground to avoid any eye contact. “I think we just got caught up in our romantic feelings for each other and it got to be too much.”

“Dyl, maybe we can talk this out,” you replied, your voice was barely above the noise of cars passing by.

“I’m sorry Y/N,” he said before backing away. “I need to get back to practice.” And just like that, he walked back into the Red Wings practice rink.

Larkin, Dylan Larkin. That was the last time and the last conversation you had with him and that was over three months ago. So far, you’ve been doing okay. Some of your friends, occasionally family, hell even some other players or their wife or girlfriend came over to check up and hang out with you.

There were days where you absolutely missed Dylan and wondered what went wrong. You’d lay in bed staring at the ceiling with the tv on in the background or be in the kitchen making something to eat and think about him. It did you no favors when you think about him and wonder if he’s thinking about you at all.

“Hey wanna watch a movie?” Dylan asked as you plopped down on the couch with popcorn.

“Yeah. Whatcha thinking about?” you replied, cuddling up with him. He flipped through the channels trying to find something you both would like. To no avail, he put the remote down and looked at you.

“How about a studio ghibli movie?” he asked again before grabbing some popcorn.

“Absolutely,” you said with a smile. God, he knew you so well.

Memories like this sometimes flooded your mind when you thought of him, but you tried your best to keep moving on with your day.

---

I’m sorry ‘bout last night. I called you to apologize but I’m not sure my voicemail went through. That sad look in your eyes cut me deep like a sharp knife. I don’t know how to make it up to you.

“Larkin why did you leave her?” Mantha pressed once again for the millionth time in the past few months. The team was in the locker room getting ready for the game. “I mean you’ve been looking down since ya broke it off.”

“Look, it was getting bad for me because I feel like she was getting too clingy,” Dylan replied, pressed because of how tired he was from being pestered by mates.

“Okay but was it getting bad for you or is it really on her?” Ryan added, passing by to sit in his stall. Dylan scoffed, but it made him think about it more. “You know she really cares about you.”

“How do you know? Have you seen her around?”

“Well some of the girls have passed by her place,” Mantha stated. “She says that she never meant to come off as clingy, but wanted to see more effort or loosen up a bit when you come home.”

“She said that about me?” Dylan’s head perked up to look at the guys, the sparkles were in his eyes.

“Straight from the source my dude. At least that’s what some of the girls said to us about what she said,” Mantha replied as he got up to get his stick. “Maybe you should call her sometime.”

---

Your phone buzzed and you wondered who could be texting you so late at night. Picking it up, you saw the notification on the screen. Dylan.

‘Can I call?’

“What the fuck....,” you whispered as you put your phone down and flipped through the tv channels. You didn’t even bother texting back, it was too late at night and you were too sleepy to even think about it.

Over the next few days, there were a few missed notifications from Dylan. Mostly calls and some texts, but why would he try this months later? It was beyond you when he was the one who ended it.

You called me a lot of things. You called me this, you called me that, when are you gonna call me? You called me a lot of things but when are you gonna call me back? Call me! You know I’m waiting, know I’m waiting by the phone.

Occasionally you’d flip the channels to see if the Red Wings were on. You’ve been even more curious since the relationship was over. You wondered if the girls or the other mates said something to him to warrant him wanting to talk again.

You finally found the channel they were on and stuck to it.

“Goal by Larkin!!!!” the announcer exclaimed. “The Red Wings finally get one on the board, twelve minutes into the second period.”

“Yes finally, the captain gets his tenth goal of the season,” the other announcer added. You can see the sparkle in his eyes as soon as the camera panned to Dylan. A smile came on your face, somehow making you forget for a bit that you were feeling down because of him.

You know I’m waiting all alone. Every time my phone lights up, I’m so let down. How long are you gonna keep this up? I need you now.

The game had finished, unfortunately with the Red Wings losing 4-2 to the Blues. You went to do something else halfway through the post game interview since you weren’t really interested in whatever was on anymore anyways.

As soon as you walk away, your phone starts to ring. You rolled your eyes as you got your phone off the coffee table to see the screen light up with Dylan on the phone.

“Dyl?”

“Y/N,” he started to say. “Thank god you picked up.”

“What is it?”

“I wanted to talk because I made a mistake-”

You rolled your eyes. “Oh really now?” “Look Y/N, let’s meet up. Are you free tomorrow?” “Uhhh yeah in fact I am.”

“Great, see you tomorrow. The usual spot?”

“Yeah that’s fine.”

Your phone buzzed again from a text from Dylan with a date and time.

I wish I could rewind back to the good times, the sunsets out in Malibu. When my hand fits just right in the back pocket of your Levi’s, I wish I was back there with you.

You sat at your favorite cafe waiting for Dylan to show up. It felt like an eternity yet your phone only showed that eight minutes had passed. But Dylan finally pulled up and pulled out his seat.

“Hey Y/N, long time no see,” Dylan said just as he sat down.

“Hey Dyl. So what did you want to talk about?” you asked.

“I wanted to say that I’m sorry. I really made a mistake with the break up-” he spoke quietly. “I just thought it would be better.”

“Why? Did you think I was holding you back? Did I seem too clingy?” you asked again.

“Y-yeah, but-”

“Look Dyl, I’m sure you heard from the boys, but I honestly just wanted a little more effort in the relationship. You know, more than just the times that we watch movies at home. I love you a lot, and the break up still hurts me though. I never really understood why being a little too clingy was the breaking point,” you stated.

“Y/N, I’m sorry I made you feel that way. Would you still try again with me?” he asked with a small smile.

“I mean---- I guess I’m willing to give it another shot. Mister Larkin,” you cooed. “Guess we both got something to work on.

Ooooooh I can't live without you. Ooooooh Know I'm all about you. Call me, call me, call me.

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gamergirl929 · 4 years

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I Don’t Know About You (But I Want To Know Everything About You) (Emily Sonnett x Reader)

@hoosyasonny Request: So it’s based off of this song: I Don’t Know About You by Chris Lane. Okay so the uswnt are at a bar and son sees the reader, they talk and have a few beers, then sneak out of the bar together and walk around the city chatting and being goofy; before they both have to leave, they kiss and make sure they have each other's number. 😊

Emily Sonnet was, distracted, incredibly distracted.

Ever since walking into the bar she’d felt your Y/E/C orbs on her, catching them on her a few times as well, the charming smile you’d give her every time your eyes locked made her heart skip a beat.

Slowly, Emily had gravitated towards you, leaving her fellow teammates to instead speak to the woman with the pretty Y/E/C orbs.

Emily stands beside you at the bar and you grin, turning towards her, the woman’s hazel orbs sparkling.

“Hi.” You smile, the blonde’s cheeks flushing.

“You have a favorite beer?” You ask, the woman’s brows furrowing before she nods.

“Yeah, why?”

You shrug.

“Because I’m going to get it for you.”

***

Conversation flowed easily between the two of you, finding out that Emily Sonnett was a pro soccer player had been a surprise, but of course, you used that to give her a line about all women’s soccer players being beautiful, which made her blush.

A few beers later and you’d found out even more about the woman.

You found out her birthday was on the 25th of November, her sign Sagittarius, she’d also proudly shared the tattoos that marked her skin, a cross on the back of her neck and one on her bicep after you’d flashed her your sleeve.

Boldly, you winked, a charming grin spread across your face.

“Do you kiss on the first date Emily Sonnett?” You ask, giving her a playful nudge, the woman’s cheeks flushing.

“Depends on the date.” She says a matter-of-factly and you chuckle, glancing around the bar.

Another beer later and you’ve learned that Emily was born in Marietta, Georgia and that she’d always wanted to be a soccer player.

You were completely enchanted by the blonde, wanting to know everything about her until there was nothing else for her to tell you.

“Would you maybe... Want to get out of here?” You ask, Emily’s eyes widening.

Your eyes double in size when you see the look on her face.

“Oh God, not like that... Just... To walk around the city.” You shrug. “If you don’t want to, it’s okay, I just, thought it would be nice to get out of here.” You smile, Emily’s hazel orbs narrowing.

She glances around, seeing her teammates in deep conversation or too busy drinking to even realize where she is.

She turns back to you with a grin that makes your heart flutter.

“I’d love to.”

***

“Oh God.” Emily shakes her head as you spin her around before dancing in front of her, the woman giggling before she joins in.

The two of you laugh, a number of people watching your silly antics with a smile, as you make your way down the sidewalk.

Emily giggles, her arm slipping around your middle as the two of you continue down the sidewalk.

“I’ve never done this before you know.” You mumble, Emily turning to you with a furrowed brow.

“Done what?” She asks and you blush.

“Never talked to a stranger, let alone left a bar with them.” You chuckle nervously.

“Me either.” Emily whispers and the two of you stop, turning to look at one another Y/E/C orbs locking with Emily’s shining hazel ones. ��

“There was just... Something about you.” You whisper and Emily’s cheeks flush pink as she slowly nods.

“I felt like I had to get to know you more.”

You grin, cupping her cheek to brush a loose strand of hair behind her ear, giving her a wink before you turn to head down the sidewalk, Emily remaining rooted in place.

“Maybe I do kiss on the first date...” She mumbles and you glance around, realizing she’s still standing behind you.

“You coming?” You ask, Emily glancing around for a minute before she nods.

“Coming.”

***

You eventually reach the park neither of you realizing you’re holding hands until you take a seat on a bench, your joined hands resting between the two of you.

“S-Sorry.” You mumble, about to slip your hand out of hers when the woman tightens her hold.

“Don’t let go.” She whispers, your heart skipping a beat at the woman’s flushed cheeks and bashful smile.

Boldly, you scoot towards her, your hand leaving hers in favor of your arm slipping around her, Emily biting her lip as she leans against you.

“I haven’t felt this way about anyone before.” Emily whispers and you grin, leaning your head against hers.

“Neither have I.”

Emily’s hand moves to gently rest over your heart that’s hammering hard in your chest.

Your hand moves to rest over hers, your eyes fluttering shut.

“What are you doing to me...?” You whisper, Emily’s cheeks flushing.

“I could ask you the same thing.”

The two of you turn to one another, your faces inches apart.

“I want to know everything about you.” You whisper, cupping her cheek. “Until there’s nothing I don’t know.” You say softly and Emily giggles.

“It may take forever to tell you everything about me.” She shrugs and your cheeks flush.

“That doesn’t sound too long to me.” You laugh, Emily’s hand settling on top of your hand that’s cupping her cheek.

“I know that’s weird to say, but...” You lick your lips. “But I’ve never felt drawn to anyone like I have you.”

Emily turns her head, pressing a kiss to the center of your palm that makes your cheeks flush even darker.

“I’ve never felt this way about anyone either.”

Your eyes drop to her parted lips, before flicking back up to lock with her hazel orbs.

“I never got to ask...” Emily starts and your brows furrow.

“Ask me what?”

Emily leans closer, her nose brushing yours.

“Do you kiss on the first date?” She asks and you chuckle, playfully nudging her nose with yours.

“Depends on the date.” You copy her words from earlier, the woman giggling.

“Is that what we’re on right, now?” You ask. “A date?”

Emily hums.

“You bought me drinks, took me to the park, we danced, sounds like a date to me.”

You smirk.

“I guess if it depended on the date, then yes.” You whisper, rubbing your nose back and forth against hers, the woman’s cheeks tinged pink. “I would kiss on the first date.”

“Good.” Emily whispers, her hand slipping behind your head to pull you into a kiss.

Before your lips can meet Emily’s phone vibrates in her pocket, the woman jumping with a squeak that makes you laugh.

“Shut up.” She playfully smacks your chest as she jerks her phone out of her pocket, Lindsey’s name across the phone’s screen.

The second she answers she doesn’t get a word out before Lindsey is shrieking through the phone.

“WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU EMILY ANN SONNETT!?” She screams so loud that even you can hear her, your eyes widening.

“Well... That’s a funny story.”

***

It’s not long after that you make it back to the bar, the blonde’s teammates eagerly and worriedly waiting for her, but before the two of you get to them, Emily stops, turning towards you.

Kelley smiles softly when she watches the blonde cup your cheeks, giving Lindsey a nudge.

“Are those heart eyes I see?” Ashlyn whispers and Tobin nods, grinning.

“Yes, they are.”

“And it looks like her new friend is just as smitten.” Christen giggles.

“I had a great night.” She whispers and you grin, closing your eyes.

“I’ll be sure to get you a Bud Light next time.” You mutter, Emily’s brows arched.

“Your favorite?” You tease, the woman giggling.

Slowly, you lean in, your lips inches away from Emily’s.

The blonde grins, hazel orbs disappearing behind closed eyelids as she leans in for a kiss, your lips gently brushing as they meet, pressing against one another softly.

Everything slots into place in that moment, every bad thing that’s happened in your life, the good times, the hard times, everything had led you to this moment, to the woman whose lips are pressed softly against yours, her hands sliding from your cheeks down to your shoulders.

Stars were exploding behind your eyes, as you pull back, lips again meeting just as tenderly.

You briefly note the sound of whistling and clapping, but the only thing you can feel and hear is the hitch of Emily’s breath as the two of you kiss and the way her cheek feels against your palm.

The two of you reluctantly pull apart, breathless, your eyes fluttering open at the same time.

“Wow.” You whisper in unison and you both chuckle.

“That was a fucking soulmate kiss right there.” Megan whispers, slapping Alex’s shoulder excitedly, the two women grinning.

“You know I have to go...? And... And we travel a lot.” She whispers and you slowly nod, heart aching at the prospect of being away from her.

“But that doesn’t mean we can’t uhhh...” You shuffle nervously from foot to foot. “Try this?” You ask, shrugging.

Emily beams, leaning back in for a quick kiss.

“How about we start with you giving me your number?” She asks and you grin.

“After a kiss like that?” You bump your nose against hers. “I think that’s a perfect idea.”

You can’t keep your eyes off of her as she fiddles with your phone, typing in her contact information before sending herself a text.

“It’s only polite that you text back.” She shrugs, slipping your phone into your back pocket and you grin, stepping back towards her and cupping her cheeks.

“Oh, I’ll definitely be texting back.”

You lean in, pressing another kiss to the blonde’s lips, the woman happy to reciprocate.

The two of you reluctantly part, holding hands for as long as you can until the distance between the two of you is too great.

Emily sends you a sad wave and you smile, excited at the prospect of starting something new with her.

Needless to say, Emily keeps her eyes on you for as long as she can, grinning when she sees you throw a fist in the air, and take your phone out of your pocket, moments later, her phone vibrates.

Emily looks down at the phone with a massive grin.

“Kissing you on the first date was the best thing I ever did.”

Emily giggles, typing back a quick response.

“And leaving the bar with you was the best decision I ever made.”

Her phone again vibrates and she grins.

“I think forever is the perfect amount of time for you to tell me everything about you...”

Emily smiles softly, her heart skipping a beat.

“Something tells me I’d be happy spending forever with you.”

#uswnt x reader #uswnt #emily sonnett #emily sonnett x reader #emily sonnett imagine

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aromantic-romance-writer · 4 years

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Kyojuro Rengoku x Fem! Reader

[Rekindle the Flame Inside Your Heart]

U M A I

That's basically the only word to explain why I wanted to make this for Rengobro-

I don't really have much info of when he was young, or just don't remember some details so uhhh a headcanon-?

Either way, I hope you enjoy!

WARNING: Very slight manga spoilers ahead!

How many times have he seen you on the same bed, in the same room already?

Kyojuro just came back from a mission. He was injured, but nothing really big. Just sprained his hand a little. But he knew injuries would be in the way of his missions if he doesn't treat them immediately.

But this was the fifth time he sees you at the Butterfly Estate already. And he doesn't even come here that often.

You never changed since the first time he saw you. You were sitting on the bed, head wrapped in a bandage, and staring at the wall. He decides to finally ask Shinobu about this.

"Oh, her." She says, her tone sounding pitiful. She finishes wrapping the bandage around his wrist and starts cleaning up. "She's never left. It's been 5 months since her last mission. It was horrible, really."

"A demon was able to wipe out her comrades with a blood demon art. She was able to kill him, but she was badly injured. She couldn't stop crying for a week. The poor thing..." She's finally finished cleaning up and faces him. It was kind of obvious in her tone that she wanted you leave already, but she doesn't have the heart to ask you. "You have to rest your hand for at least 48 hours, and you have to take this medicine after--"

"Kocho." Kyojuro cuts her off, but his smile doesn't waver. "May I spend those hours here?"

° ° °

At this point, why are you even alive?

It's been 5 months. Why are you being pathetic? You must be a really big burden to Kocho-san already. Stop being weak. Stop mourning over te past. You've killed the demon, right? Shouldn't you be happy? He wasn't gonna terrorize anyone anymore. No more people will be killed. You saved everyone. You also saved the demon from himself.

But your comrades. You couldn't save them.

The memory was still so vivid and horrifying. The memory turned into a nightmare, it was refusing to let you sleep.

It was refusing to let you rest.

You were so deep in your thoughts, you didn't even notice someone sitting beside your bed.

The person snapped his fingers in front of you. You snap your head around to see -

"R-Rengoku-san?!" you quickly bow down to show respect to the Flame Pillar. "W-what are you doing here?"

He gave a hearty laugh. "I would just like to have a little chat!" he says cheerfully. You sweat, you'll go blind from his radiant smile. "I've seen you many many times already, so I thought that I introduce myself if we'll ve seeing each other that often."

"But I know who you are already..."

"Nope!" you were startled at his exuberant response. "You only know my name, but not who I am."

You blink. Well, he's right. But what exactly is the reason for a pillar to talk to a low-ranking demon slayer such as yourself?

"Speak to me like I'm just a friend, and not a pillar!" his eyes sparkled with an unusual determination. You were sure none of your friends are as eccentric as him. "I'm Rengoku Kyojuro! You can call me by my first name!"

You stare down at your hands in diffidence. Are you not allowed to just run away? But you don't leave your bed unless necessary. Maybe you should just go with it, he is a pillar after all. But he said to treat him as a friend. Wait, what friend exactly?

You cut off your thoughts and raise your head, pink hues covering your cheeks. "N-nice to meet you, Kyojuro-kun! I-I'm [Y/N]!" you stutter in exclaim, your eyes glinting with clear confusion. But you admit that this is quite fun.

Kyojuro seemed to smile wider. "Okay, [Y/N]! What do you like to eat?"

° ° °

Kyojuro-kun.

The name kept repeating in his head. He talked with you for hours. You've been calling him that name in those hours and he can't help but feel something warm inside him other than his flaring passion as a demon slayer.

He also learned a lot of interests that didn't suit the you when he first saw you. He realized that you were just this bubbly person who likes to get into trouble sometimes, but you're very compassionate about demons.

That's why you only blame yourself for their deaths and not the demon.

You were depressed. You couldn't save them. Kyojuro knew the feeling. But he wants to make you realize that it wasn't your fault. That whenever the sun would set, it would rise again the next day.

Your sun hasn't risen for such a long time, but he'll make it rise, he thought as passion flared his heart.

° ° °

Even after Kyojuro left the Butterfly Estate as his hand has completely healed, a day won't go by without him visiting you. He claims that he was free, so it was alright.

You still have no idea what and why he talked to you in the first place that day, but you were glad he did.

His smile was so infectious that you'd forget how sadness feels like. His bright and lively personality reminded you how to be happy.

Everyday, he would eat beside you and tell you how his day went. If he went on a mission the previous day, he always makes sure he finishes it as early as he can so he can visit you the next day and tell you all about it. You honestly missed going outside in your demon slayer uniform, but Kyojuro makes that feeling go away.

You couldn't leave yet, even thought you knew you would have to, eventually. But you're rooted here for some reason, and once you remember that, all the happiness would go away because once the moon rises, all of it will come back washing over you.

The nightmares. The tears. The regret. The guilt.

The blood.

Why won't it go away? Why is it still haunting your dreams? Why can't you move on?

You woke, sweating and gasping and crying as usual. The same thing would happen every morning; it's like a part of your day-to-day routine now.

You forget that someone is part of that routine as well.

That day, Kyojuro visited early and caught you in that state. You widen your eyes in horror to meet the eyes of the Flame Pillar.

Why is he here so early? You didn't want him to see you in that state.

He rushes over to you, eyes that were used to be so energetic now full of worry.

"[Y/N]! Are you alright? Did you have a nightmare?" He throws his questions at you like daggers you can't dodge. All you could do was cover your face with your hands and cry.

Why are you like this? Why are you crying in front of him? Why aren't you saying anything?

The questions quickly vanished from your mind as you can feel broad arms wrap around you into a hug. Your head was resting on his chest. You feel your face grow warm. His steady heartbeat was audible as it calmed you.

After a while, both of you were outside and sitting on the engawa. You have washed your face and decided to tell him what happened 5 months ago.

It was weird to you. You're actually saying what happened and it was your mouth. But your features were calm. Not even a single tear. Did you finally run out tears? Are you finally numb?

When you finished, you felt as if something that was crushing your chest disappeared. Like it was never there. It's like you can breathe properly again.

The silence goes on for a few minutes, before Kyojuro speaks. "[Y/N]."

You turn to him. He was looking at you with such a fierce look. You admit he looked kind of scary.

"It's not your fault. It's never your fault. I'm sure you're comrades always wanted to say that to you." he finally turns his whole body towards you. "You're strong and human, and you can only do so much. You saved a lot of people from that demon. You also saved the demon from himself."

"Relight the flame of your heart - the heart of a demon slayer! Stand back up like how the burning sun would rise every morning. Even without you, your comrades are putting their hands on your back - putting their faith in you! For their sake, draw your sword and protect the weak from the evil by my side!"

You blink. The passionate speech moved you. He has a point. You're a demon slayer. You can't back down. You have to protect loads more of people. You have to save loads more of demons.

Your dull world was suddenly scorched in fire. Such beautiful colors flooded your vision, but for some reason, all you see was Kyojuro.

Then you realized that your flame has been relit already. It was just a tiny flame, so you didn't notice.

But that day, along with his loud introduction, barged into your heart to light a match.

"I mean...!" you snap out of your thoughts to see Kyojuro red in the face, but he was still smiling. "You don't have to do all the beside me! You can do it on your own! You don't need me! You're strong by yourself, so--"

You started laughing. At first, ut was a small snort until you bursted unto tears while laughing. "Oh, Kyo!" you finally calm down, wiping the tears from your face. You smile at a very red and confused Kyojuro. "Thank you. I would like to fight by your side as well."

You were dreading that your uniform might not fit anymore, since you haven't worn it for 5 months. But you gave a big sigh of relief when you were able to slip into it without ripping any if its sides.

"Kyo-kun!" the brazen haired pillar turned to see you. His eyes sparkled with adoration. It was an endearing sight for him. "I'm ready to train!"

He stares at you for a while, before crouching to move a stray hair from your face and tucked it behind your ear. "Don't let any of your hair in the way! It'll be difficult to train that way." his smile widens as he walks away, leaving you paralyzed and flustered. "And make sure to show your pretty face all the time!"

You run after him as you try to calm your heart down. What the hell was that?

And so, you trained under his supervision. You've changed and it was all thanks to Kyojuro. You were back to your usual self, but with more determination to go on missions.

Kyojuro has changed as well. You weren't sure if it was a good change or a bad change, but surely it must be bad since the outcome would always be you getting flustered?

But because of this change, you can't help but grow romantic feelings for the guy. Everything he's doing, you have no clue why he does it.

"Hah!" you pointed the wooden sword at him as he fell on the ground. "What happened? I don't think I actually beat you."

He grabs the other end of the wooden sword. "My aplogies! I got distracted. You're unusually pretty today." Your eyes widen. Another flirt? Again? You turn away in attempt to avoid his stare at your very red face. And because of this, you accidentally let your guard down. He notices and pulls the sword, making you fall on top of him.

Your face was inches from his. You swear, he can feel your heart beating out of your chest too fast. His radiant smile turned into a cocky one, only making your temperature rise. "Or maybe you should be the one apologizing for that?" he says in a low tone.

Fuck.

You quickly try to move away, but he doesn't let you. In fact, he only draws you closer to him by the waist. "Why are you escaping? You did this to me, [Y/N], how can you expect me to just let it go?"

"K-kyo, what's the meaning of this?" you timidly ask. The tone in your voice was obvious that you were begging him to stop.

He finally lets you go and sits in an indian position. He gives you time to cool off and calm yourself before he speaks. "[Y/N]." he says in a serious tone, making you snap towards him and sit with a perfect posture. Despite these little mishaps, you never forget where you're place is.

He breathes deeply, feeling his own heart beating out of his chest. "I like you."

"I'm sorry, what?"

Kyojuro just sits there, smiling again. "I'm afraid I can't say it again."

You heard it clearly the first time, you were just making sure you weren't deluding yourself or hearing things. You weren't sure whether to jump in joy or drown yourself in the river. "Am I in any position to hit you as of this moment?"

His smile widens. "You have a position in my heart. Is that okay?"

"Kyo!"

He laughs. "I'm really sorry, [Y/N]. I can't help myself. I just really like you."

You play with your hair as you avert your gaze, your cheeks covered in pink blush. It sent weird sparks to his heart to see such an adorable sight. "I-I like you too, Kyo..."

He was still smiling, but his eyes widen in shock. "You do?"

"Don't make me repeat what I said! It's embarassing enough as it is."

He holds your hand, making you look at him. He wore his warmest of smiles. "That makes me really really happy, [Y/N]."

So you did fight side-by-side when you're asked to go on a joint mission, but he mostly tried to protect you and wouldn't let you fight. You were happy together and had this amazing chemistry everyone admired, even on the battlefield. You were both very happy together and supported each other to this very day.

Even when he was gone.

° ° °

The boy sitting in front of you sniffled, wiping his tears with his green and black checkered haori. His demon sister patted his back as she also felt emotional herself.

"Er, should I get you some water?" you chuckle lightly.

They both shake their heads as they finished wiping their tears away. "Your love story is so touching, [L/N]-san! I'm sorry I couldn't protect him..." he lowers his head, gripping his uniform's trousers very tightly.

You notice this and wrap his hand around yours. He looks up to you just in time before he cries again.

"Tanjiro," You say with the warmest tone you can give him. "Do me a favor and smile."

He blinks cluelessly. "R-right now?"

You laugh lightly. "If you feel like it. Remember to smile even if it seems all hope is lost. Even in your darkest days, never forget to smile again. The sun sets, but it also rises. Be like the sun, Tanjiro, and give the weak the hope and light that they need.

"Be the match that will rekindle the flame inside their hearts, and until then, smile once more. Set your heart ablaze, Tanjiro, Nezuko."

He and Nezuko stares at you, but you trust that they understand.

By the entrance of your home, the kind boy bows. "I almost forgot! Rengoku-san wanted me to give this to you." he hands you a letter with your name written with his familiar hand-writing. "Thank you for everything, [L/N]-san!"

You wave at him as he walks away. You waited until his figure was as small as an ant before going back inside.

You sit on the engawa and open the letter.

"Be the happiest as you can be, [Y/N]. When I pass, find someone else. Make sure that person can protect you. You'll always be my flame."

A single tear streamed accross your face.

"I am the happiest that I can be, Kyo. And it's all because of that day when you revived the fire in my heart." you say, hugging the letter close to your chest.

Right where the fire is flickering.

Never realized how much Rengobro's death affected me when I started reasearching about him for this.

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maximumsnow · 3 years

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Chapters: 2/2 Fandom: The Legend of Zelda: Phantom Hourglass, The Legend of Zelda & Related Fandoms Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Linebeck (Legend of Zelda) Additional Tags: Ciela Link Tetra and Oshus are all here and Jolene is referred to, But I didn't think it was enough to tag them as characters, Mainly I started this because in the game I didn't remember Linebeck actually apologizing to Jolene, And then it turned into a little bit of Linebeck introspection whoops., Letter is in the second chapter, Teen rating is because there are a few swears sprinkled in

Summary: Linebeck kept most of his life on his boat, but there was one loose end he never fully tied up in the Realm of the Ocean King.

It's been a minute since I've played the game but from what I could easily dig up, I don't think Linebeck actually apologizes to Jolene, and a part of me kinda felt like she should have some kind of closure. If I'm wrong and he actually does, then just enjoy this as an AU version of an apology.

As the fog closed in around them, Linebeck couldn’t help but call out, “Kid? Sparkles? Old Man?” The kids hadn’t been that far away from him, and Ciela and Oshus had originally been right in front. But the fog was so dense that he couldn’t even see beyond his outstretched hands.

The rotting planks he was standing on seemed to change into the familiar floorboards of his ship when he wasn’t paying attention, and the familiar sway of standing on his steamboat nearly floored him.

As he stumbled against the rail, Oshus’s voice echoed around him. “Unlike the children, you’ve been here for several years. Did you want to stay here? You’ve established a life here, and it would be remiss of me to not extend the offer.”

Linebeck looked in several different directions before asking dumbly, “What?”

“You wandered into my realm years ago, and you seemed content to stay.”

“I didn’t even know when that happened. I just thought I found somewhere off the maps I had.”

“And you never sought to leave.”

The piercing implied question irritated him, and spilling his life story now wasn’t going to happen. “… It’s complicated.”

“Well, is it less complicated now?”

That made Linebeck bite back the sarcastic quip that had been building, and he reached up to rub the back of his head. “Home is wherever my boat is,” He said while fondly patting the railing. “Heading to different waters won’t change that.”

“But you will never have the same stomping grounds if you leave. I just want to make sure you are completely okay with that.”

“… Thanks, I guess. But…” He thought of a child who seemed to forget that that’s what he still was. “Kinda want to keep an eye on the kid, you know?”

A yellow ball of light appeared in his peripheral. “Wow, admitting to having a heart for once?”

“Oh can it, Sparkles,” he immediately spat out. “You know how he is.”

“Yeah, I do.” The fact that she lost her bite so quickly sobered him up. Right, this was gonna be the last time they saw each other. “He… Still hasn’t told you everything. He might not ever. But I’m kinda glad I didn’t need to argue with you to leave with him.”

“Can’t tell me why that is?”

“If you’re gonna find out, it’s better if you find out from him,” She said airily. Her wings appeared to shake a few times before she settled in front of him, “Since this got sprung on you suddenly, I’m here to make sure you don’t have any loose ends you want to tie up. Sort of as a last favor, and a thank you.”

“Uhhh. I really would have appreciated to find out about this sooner so that I could figure that out.”

“Hey, I didn’t know this rift was going to open up right now either, so don’t give me that. Just give me some money to close up your bar tab or something.”

Before he could retort, Oshus’s voice cut through the familiar banter. “Linebeck, your time is limited.”

Right. He quickly tried to think of anything that he was leaving behind. Despite Ciela’s jab, he had pointedly kept his bar tabs paid, and he didn’t have any other outstanding debts.

Wait.

He took off running towards the cabin on the ship. “Oh shit, I never sent that letter to Jolene!”

As if she wasn’t expending any effort to keep up with him, she floated by his head and scolded, “Really, Linebeck? I thought you took care of that.”

“I thought I had more time, Sparkles. I was trying to make sure I didn’t piss her off any more than she already was. Hell, I thought I might try and say it to her face.”

That clearly dumbfounded her. “Just when I thought you couldn’t get any braver, you go and admit you were thinking of actually talking to her instead of hiding.”

“Well, I clearly wasn’t brave enough considering I still only have a half written letter, and now I need to finish it. Now keep it down while I finish this, okay?” He waved the fairy away and settled at the charting desk.

After a few minutes of furious writing, he folded the paper up, and even added a postage stamp. “Just in case, don’t want to leave a debt after all.”

She floated by his hand and grabbed the letter. “I’ll make sure this gets to her. Promise.”

“Thanks-”

“I have to send you now, so hold on...” Oshus’s voice ended the conversation. Linebeck barely got his hand back up to wave goodbye to the fairy before the fog became so thick, he couldn’t even see the interior of his boat.

He wasn’t sure when it happened, but he was lying on his back in the middle of the cabin room when his eyes opened. Sitting up was an effort, like he had been laid out for hours, and his back made an unpleasant cracking sound. “Why was I on the floor...” He asked aloud to no one in particular. His brain was as foggy as if he had just woken up from a long nap. “Did I drink that much?”

He made an effort to stand while he tried to piece together what lead up to him passing out on the floor, and at first his mind drew a blank.

Strangely, there wasn’t any indication he drank the night prior. When he saw the still open chart on the floor, the last few hours came rushing back.

He frantically looked around for Link and his friend. “Kid?!” From what he could see, there wasn’t any sign of either of the teenagers that he had traveled with. He ran out onto the deck, and, when he didn’t see them there, he couldn’t help but look overboard.

After a few minutes, he finally looked towards the horizon, and, in the distance, he could see the fully intact ghost ship. The lack of fog confused him, but it didn’t stop his heart from stopping at the sight.

Another ship pulled up beside it, and at that point, Linebeck had to run back and pull out a telescope to get a better look.

His boat was facing the wrong way for him to get there in time, and he thought maybe if he knew what the unfortunate souls looked like, then maybe… He wasn’t even sure how to finish that thought.

To his great surprised, the kid and his friend hopped over from the ghost ship to the other ship, and started talking with the people on there. To say that he was relieved would be an understatement, but the distraction of the other people on board steered his thoughts away from that.

… Link had mentioned that Tetra was the captain of a ship, now that he thought about it. Given how the sailors appeared to be deferring to her, it seemed increasingly likely that they had somehow found their old ship. Despite that, there was an animated discussion going on, and he couldn’t even begin to imagine how that was going.

Man, he really had to give Oshus credit for not dumping them in the middle of nowhere.

A small part of him, however, was uneasy. Surely the kid wouldn’t need him anymore now that he was back with Tetra and all of his crewmates? The thought of slipping away while they weren’t looking crossed his mind.

He couldn’t deny the thought tempted him. He had been a loner barring some notable exceptions, and the thought of being pulled into a proper crew daunted him.

That and there was no way he would ever live up to his earlier moment of courage again. Link by now knew what a coward he was, but that moment of courage would be expected of him again, wouldn’t it? He didn’t want to be a dis-

Wait. He wrote an entire damn letter explaining why he ran from Jolene, and it was happening again.

If he ran away again, he wouldn’t have learned anything. And the kid seemed to like him, for whatever reason. And the way Ciela had talked about planning on arguing with him to go with Link had concerned him…

Well… It wasn’t like the kid was going to expect him to be a dungeon delver, right? He already knew that would be a disaster.

Maybe he should stick around.

Deciding to announce his presence, he went back into the cabin and blew the horn. When he looked out the window, he could see the kid practically leaning on the railing and waving.

Smiling, he waved back even though he wasn’t sure if they could see him, and steered the ship to the other boat.

He didn’t notice when the ghost ship simply disappeared, but when he managed to turn his boat around, the fact that the ominous ship was gone startled him. He figured it had to be Oshus’s doing, but he really wished the old man-whale-spirit thing had chosen a less foreboding way to handle the matter.

Either way, his thoughts turned back to the kid waiting for him, and he decided that he’d forgive Oshus this time.

He had a new life in new waters to figure out.

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Chandelier - Chapter 1 (Sparkling)

23 years in the future

Narrator: Welcome to Era 4, a revolutionary era for the creation of gems, renewed by the Yellow Diamond and celebrated by its sisters, but today we will tell the story of a new gem in this world

Homeworld, Diamond Palace

*White activates the general communicator*

White: Hello stralights, how are you? , I am happy to say that this was the most incredible era for the gem race, thanks to Yellow, Blue and of course, the Great Steven, but today we will make our first milestone in this era, because now we are making the hundredth gem created by our hands

*a cut stone in an appropriate shape is exposed on a platform*

White: Ready? Yellow: Yes! Blue: I can't wait Steven: Okay let's do it then ^^, I have to go back to the clinic in the next hour I think

*Blue, Yellow, White and Steven touch that stone exposing its essence in the stone *

*all gems are silent waiting for a reaction *

Spinel: did it work?

* the stone begins to take on light and its facet becomes more relusive and the gem begins to take shape, causing Crystal to be created *

White: Ahem, Gems, I present to you the gem that represents this era, Iridescent Crystal! * all the gems that were watching the transmission are very happy, and the diamonds were very happy with the result *

Crystal: uhhh, what's going on?

Steven: Oh, let me explain, I'm Steven, and these are the diamonds, and welcome to era 4, you can do whatever you want ^^

Crystal: uhmmm .... I don't know what to say

Yellow: Say thank you ... it's a difficult way to pronounce this word

Spinel: tisc, tisc, tisc, Yellow is not how you get a new gem, you have to give it a HUG

* Spinel goes towards Crystal, giving her a big hug and wrapping her arms around crystal´s arm, she really is very receptive *

Blue: Steven, why don't you show the palace to crystal? she certainly must be interested in this place

Steven: Oh sure, well, you can follow me, gems

* heading towards a corridor *

the Two gems follow Steven, and spinel I decided to raise a subject

Spinel: Soooo, how are you and connie doing?

Steven: we are great, of course always busy, Connie is doing a lot for Beach City, of course she is the mayor and all, and I still have my clinic, I mean, not that I don't like making gems but it gets kind of hard you know ?

Crystal: Umm, is there anything else about this "Connie", are there other people like her?

Steven: hmmmm I don't know very well, I mean, Rosemary looks a lot like her, but also with me, it's not by chance, she's my daughter, but I feel like she's moving away from me, that's what they call adolescence ?

Spinel: no offense Steven, but she was really BLEHHH, I liked it in the old days when she was more agitated and more sociable, oh but that reminds me of someone

they both start laughing, crystal doesn't really know how to do it so she improvises Crystal: Well, I thank you for being here to explain to me how well ... being "alive" works

Spinel: pfff, this is just the beginning, there are a lot of things you can learn, like how to change shape, or merge, or even poof for the first time

Spinel speaks in a very excited way

Steven: this last one is worrying

Spinel: Relax, it won't hurt anyone

Crystal starts to feel dizzy, and her vision is a little distorted

Crystal: something is happening, I don't know what it is, but it hurts a lot

she starts to move away from the two

Spinel: It doesn't look good

Steven: Crystal, are you okay-

Steven starts to alternate in a scary way

Crystal: Mister Universe !!

a number of Butterflies start to attack it

Crystal: What's going on?

Your arm starts to crack, and the butterflies start to get more aggressive

Crystal: What? Miss Spinel, what's going on?

Spinel is in its first form, but in a way more dramatic

Crystal: Sp-Pinel?

Spinel: Oh come on Rosa, how about we wait in the garden together!

Spinel raises her head and she starts wrapping her arms around crystal´s arm

Crystal: Spinel, stop !!

in the sky 3 beams of light come together and form a strong and painful melody and Crystal gives a very loud scream

Crystal somehow wakes up from that, ... dream?

Crystal: I-

Spinel: Hey friend, it's all great-

Crystal: No !!

Crystal starts to flee the castle and Spinel starts to follow her

Steven: Crystal! Spinel! .... oh why it always happens to me!

Steven goes to White's room, where the diamonds are calmly talking about the time they spent

Steven: Guys!!

White, Yellow and Blue: STEVEN !!

White: great that you arrived, we were thinking about what kind of pattern to choose for a room, Velvet Cubes or Prismarina Triangles?

Steven: it doesn't matter, Crystal ran away !!

Blue: but isn't she a free gem?

Yellow: who can make their own decisions?

Steven: yes but ..... Spinel went after her White: what, but why did she run away ??

Steven: well Crystal was having some kind of illusion, but these illusions are like things that I have been through, and that my mother has also been through, but like, how does she know that?

Blue: Steven, I think your essence activated something in the crystal

Steven: what?

White: Well, basically, your essence brought not only the characteristics of the pink spectrum, but also part of you, and as if you had passed all your traumas to her, without this intention

Yellow: Oh no, it means that she will become a monster

Blue: and it will Destroy everything

White: and we won't even-

Steven: Ahem, this is impossible to happen .... did you forget?

White, Blue, Yellow: Yes ...

Meanwhile in the spaceship parking

Crystal arrives at the site totally desperate, and Spinel manages to almost get close to her own

Crystal: Please don't follow me ...

Spinel: No, you need to talk to someone, that someone is me

Crystal in despair creates crystals wings, which is not surprising

Spinel: you can't run away from your problems

Crystal: Miss Spinel, please stop it

Crystal finds a ship, Amber´s Flowers, inside a Cobalt Bloom is admiring her ship

Cobalt Bloom: awww but how cute are you, yes you are

Crystal: so ..... sorry

Crystal somehow summons her weapon and hits Cobalt Bloom by dropping it from the ship

Cobalt Bloom: Give my ship back your fool

Crystal: Uhhhh you´re welcome?

Spinel: No, I will go with you

Crystal: Spinel, please stop-

Steven arrives on time, Crystal and Spinel close the ship by accident, where the ship is already going to a planet .... Earth

Steven: wait-

the ship flies with impact knocking over steven unintentionally

the ship leaves the homeworld atmosphere, going full force to Earth

Spinel: No !!! I will never be able to go back, .... in fact, if there is a transporter there I think so

Crystal, start to cry

Spinel: Look I'm sorry-

Crystal: you didn't do anything, I apologize, I shouldn't have taken this ship, or run away. . . I'm just scared

Spinel hugs her

Spinel: I understand you, it's hard to get used to it, and it's hard to let go of things from the past, but, I'm always moving on, and I'm here to help you ... I promise you

Crystal: thanks for being my friend, Spinel

Spinel sobs a little

Spinel: Oh come on-

the ship falls very hard on the beach of Beach City, having such a strong impact causing the ship to explode, and Spinel ends up passing out

Crystal gets up and goes straight to check Spinel

Crystal: Spinel !! , please raise ...

3 gems come close with their summoned weapons

????: do not move

Crystal: what?

????: do not move!!

the Gems end up hitting Crystal, fainting her, taking the two into the crystal temple, will everything be okay? only the future can tell

End of Chapter 1 (If you want you can ask something about the story in the inbox)

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harlot-of-oblivion · 4 years

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Flowers By The Sea (Part 8)

The big day is only week away and Vergil is attending the joint bachelor and bachelorette party at the beach. Little does he know that his meddlesome brother's antics include inviting his lovely rose to the seaside get together.

Everyone loves a beach episode, right? Hope you enjoy! 🌹😘🌹

Chapter 1: Waves of Devotion

Dante sits behind his desk, elbows resting on its messy surface as he surveys the crew assembled before him. Lady is leaning against one side of the desk facing Trish, whose back is resting against the railing of the staircase with her hands on her hips. On the other side of the office, Nero regards him with guarded curiosity while lounging on the couch next to Nico, who pays him no mind as she casually rests one ankle atop her knee.

They are all staring at him expectantly, he is the one that called them all here after all, but it’s his nephew that finally breaks the ecstatic ice. “Alright, so…why the hell did ya call us all here?”

“Yeah,” Lady pipes up as she rests one hand on the desk and leans in a little closer. “What’s the deal, Dante?”

The corners of his mouth twitch into a mischievous smirk. “The deal…IS THIS!” he exclaims, reaching down under his desk before revealing a light pink pastry box to the whole crew. Another long silence follows while they just stare at both him and the wide-open box with varied expressions of perplexity and scrutiny. Dante’s smirk widens while he waggles his eyebrows, waiting for the epiphany to finally hit the crew just like it did him when he first read what is written on the inside the box:

things that fall

petals teardrops snowflakes rain stars tides eyelids time shadows leaves the sun and I, for you

Nero is once again the first to speak up. “Uh…what exactly are we looking at?”

“Oh my god!” Lady gasps, eyes sparkling with realization as she covers her gaping mouth with her other hand.

“Well, well…that was quick,” Trish murmurs while squinting at the elegant handwriting on the bottom of the pastry box.

Nero shakes his head in confusion. “What’re you guys talking about? It’s just a box with a…wait a minute,” he mutters while leaning in closer for a better look at the short and sweet poem, eyes widening when he finally notices the key words written in bigger letters right at the center of the pastry box:

and I, for you

“OOOOH! Looks like you’re gettin’ a new mom!” Nico howls while elbowing Nero in excitement.

“C-cut it out!”

Dante flings his head back and lets out a boisterous laugh while Nero swats Nico’s arm away. “It seems our sweet gardener has plucked the he loves me petal from the flower of loooooooove,” he announces gleefully, pointing at the proof with his usual theatrical flair.

Trish quirks a well-trimmed eyebrow. “Yeah…but what does that have to do with all of us?”

“Oh no,” Nero mumbles under his breath while his eyes narrow in suspicion. “You’re not thinking-”

“Oh, you know he is!” Nico quips back with a hearty chuckle.

“Listen Kid,” Dante begins to spell it all out as he sets the pastry box down on his desk. “Your old man is taking forever to seal the deal with Buttercup.”

“He does have a point,” Lady admits with a shrug.

“Which is why he needs our help,” Dante finishes with a sage nod of his head.

Nico tilts her head while her eyes glint with interest. “What’re you suggestin’?”

Dante grins as he scoots his chair back from the desk. “Well, I’m glad you asked because…” He reaches over and pulls out a piece of poster board hiding behind the old radiator on the wall. “I got it all figured out!” he declares with a proud smile while turning the poster board over to reveal the title of his grand scheme:

OPERATION: GET DUMBASS BROTHER AND BUTTERCUP TOGETHER

A jumble of colorful depictions of what this said scheme is supposed to entail greets the crew as they just stare in awe at his clever plan, which is carefully drawn out in some markers and a few crayons. Dante peeks around the poster to admire his own work, mentally patting himself on the back for drawing the perfect view of the beach. He is especially proud of the drawing of Vergil, which is just a stick figure with spikey silver hair, holding the hand of another stick figure with a flower in their hair. They are both walking on the sand as they bask in the waxy yellow sunset beside some messy instructions written in black marker.

“Oh wow! This is really happening, huh?” Lady wonders aloud while trying to read his smudged handwriting next to the happy stick figure couple.

“Are you seriously just tryna piss him off even more?!” Nero exclaims incredulously, examining the contents of the poster with a mixture of astonishment and horror at what is happening at this very moment.

“So, what exactly is the plan, Dante?” Trish inquires as she walks around the desk behind Dante’s chair before settling on the opposite side of the desk across from Lady.

“Well, I figured the best way to speed things along,” he pauses his explanation for a second to circle the stick figure couple with his finger, “is for them to show some skin,” he reveals the key element of his cunning plan with a devious grin.

“Oooh!” Nico gasps. “So, we’re gonna strip ‘em and lock ‘em in a room together!” she shouts while clapping her hands in victory and nodding her head in approval of her own wild suggestion.

Dante strokes his chin while he mulls over her crazy yet potentially brilliant idea. “That’s not bad, Nico. Not bad at all,” he assesses aloud, which earns him a disgusted grunt from his nephew. “It’s not exactly what I was thinking of, but I’ll keep in mind just in case my own ingenious plan doesn’t pan out.” He takes out a black marker and uncaps it before scribbling down Nico’s idea on the poser board while he elaborates on his carefully planned operation.

“Right now, my second in command is inviting Buttercup to the joint bachelor and bachelorette beach party,” he informs while he finishes writing down Plan B. “Which by the way, isn’t gonna stop me from dragging your ass to the strip club later,” he tacks on, pointing at his nephew with the black marker with a crude smile on his face.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa…time out,” Nero interrupts, waving his hands in the air as his brow furrows in thought. “Second in command? You don’t mean-”

“Is that why Kyrie wanted to be dropped off at her house on the way here?!” Nico abruptly interjects. Dante stays quiet while he caps the marker, but his wicked grin is all the answer the crew needs to confirm Nico’s hunch.

Lady sighs and shakes her head in disappointment. “Why can’t you use that brain of yours during jobs?”

“Oh c’mon! I use my brain…most of the time,” Dante retorts while tapping his temple. “Besides, I knew as soon as I saw Vergil walking through the shop like a lovestruck zombie that this Legendary Wingman needed to step up his game,” he adds while pointing at himself with both of his thumbs, which makes the poster board fall flat on his desk.

“He did what now?” Nero scoffs while shaking his head and blinking his eyes in total disbelief.

“Aww! That’s so cute!” Lady squeals as she claps her hands excitedly. “Alright, I’m in!”

“Count me in too,” Trish chimes in with a nod.

“Me three!” Nico hollers back with a raised hand.

“You’ve gotta be kidding me!” Nero groans while burying his face in his hands.

Dante clenches his fist in victory despite his nephew’s obvious disapproval. “Alright, so as I was saying…”

“Yeah, yeah, show some skin, we heard that part,” Lady repeats his words from earlier while looking over the meticulously planned operation on the colorful poster board. “And just how are we supposed to…?”

“Well, I’m glad you asked because in order for this to work,” Dante explains as he points to the stick figure couple, “we need to keep Buttercup’s invite a secret, or else my brother will never wear what I have in mind.”

Trish’s eyes flicker over the scribbled notes. “Do you even have a speedo?”

“Well, no…not yet.”

“We’ll take care of it,” Trish offers without a second thought, motioning towards Lady across the desk.

“Yeah!” Lady agrees with a charming grin before lightly punching his shoulder. “We’ll get ya one too.”

“Whoa! That’s not part of the-”

“Do you really think that Vergil will wear a speedo if you’re not flaunting your ass around in one as well?”

Dante ponders Lady’s reasoning before letting out a relenting sigh. “Alright…I’ll squeeze into one too, but on one condition: mine has to be red,” he requests, already writing down the change of plans before adding an afterthought. “Oh! And pick up a couple of Hawaiian shirts while you’re at it.”

Trish nods. “Deal.”

“In the meantime, I’ll lend him some of my favorite magazines,” he continues to elaborate while grabbing a copy of Slap & Tickle, shuffling through its naughty pages with a wolfish grin. “Hopefully, they’ll help loosen that stick up his ass and teach him a thing or two about-”

A loud grunt of disgust interrupts his train of thought. Dante looks over at the couch and sees that Nero is glowering at him, upper lip raised in a snarl much like his own father. But that does not deter him from asking his next question with a straight face: “What about you two?”

Nero scowls while glaring at him skeptically. “If you seriously think I’m gonna help with-”

“I’ll whip up something real special for Vergil’s girl! Don’t you worry!” Nico yells abruptly while rubbing her hands together in anticipation.

“Uhhh Nico…I don’t think she’s ever touched a weapon, much less knows how to use one,” Lady surmises while tilting her head in thought.

“She sure knows her way around a hoe though,” Dante quips back with a cheeky grin.

Nico shakes her head. “Nah, man…I’m thinking a spiritual successor to Sweet Surrender, if you catch my drift,” she clarifies with an arched brow, which only makes Nero groan in disgust again while his cheeks turn light pink with embarrassment.

“Look Kid,” Dante addresses with utmost serious while leaning over his desk, “if you’re not going to help us land you a future mom-”

“No, I’m not gonna help because it’s fucking creepy!”

“Then just stay outta the way while we adults handle it, capiche?”

Nero rolls his eyes. “Pff! Whatever…don’t come cryin’ to me when my dad turns you all into devil sushi.” He crosses his arms and slouches back on the couch, looking more and more like his father with that salty scowl on his face.

“Yoooooooo this calls for some codenames, dontcha think?” Nico suggests enthusiastically.

“Nicooooo! You’re a genius!” Dante cheers with a playful grin. “My codename will be Tony Diavolo, Kyrie will be Sunshine, you three,” he gestures towards Nico, Trish and Lady as he names off their special codenames. “Snap, Crackle, BOOM!” He glances over at his nephew, who is still sulking on the couch. “And Nero will be,” he murmurs to himself, dramatically rubbing his scruffy chin in thought.

“Don’t you fucking dare say it, Dante,” Nero threatens with low growl while his eyes glint with agitation. But that has never stopped Dante from riling up his nephew, so he meets Nero’s harsh gaze with his own amusement one before revealing his designated codename in this whole operation:

“Deadweight.”

“Fuck you!”

Nero immediately jumps off the couch and rushes towards Dante, who is already bracing himself for impact. As he gets tackled down to the ground by his nephew, he hears the rest of the crew chat away, totally ignoring the scuffle going on behind the desk.

“Snap?” Nico questions quizzically. “Hell no! I want my codename to be NYOOM!”

“Crackle? Really?” Trish sighs, clearly unimpressed with his imaginative codename for her as well. “I expected better from you, Dante.”

“Oh, I dunno,” Lady chimes in happily. “I kinda like my codename!”

The ladies take a moment to reflect upon the madness they all just agreed to participate in while the boys continue to wrestle each other behind the desk. They all silently commit to this crazy plan for various reasons that range from wanting to see Dante genuinely happy again to wanting the cute florist to be part of this ragtag family. But they all can agree on one thing: this ridiculous plan will totally provide the perfect amount of entertainment to relieve their boredom if they just play along.

Trish gracefully flips her long blonde hair behind her shoulder and glances across the desk at Lady. “We better get started on our part of the plan since the party is only a few days away,” she advises before walking towards the front door.

Lady peeks around the desk. “We’ll catch ya later!” She waves down at the feuding half devil relatives before following Trish out the door.

Nico hops off the couch and snatches a swimsuit magazine off the desk. After giving it a few flips, she nods in satisfaction before sitting back down on the couch, halfway way taking in the contents while waiting for the boys to tire themselves out. Her mind starts to come up with a preliminary blueprint of that special surprise she mentioned earlier…

(A Few Days Later...)

The crashing of waves has always invoked a sense of peace within Vergil ever since he could remember. The reason behind this innate response is still a mystery to him though; it could be the hypnotic repetition of the water breaking on shore, or perhaps it’s the salty scent of the sea breeze filling his lungs as he marvels at seaside view. Part of his mind tugs at a lost memory of his last visit to these shores long ago, but he still has difficulty recalling that time. He may not know why he finds the roar of the surf serene, but there is one thing he is certain of at this very moment:

He’s going to beat Dante this time.

Vergil waits patiently for a suitable wave from atop his surfboard as it bobs up and down in the ocean. A few meters away his brother is paddling alongside a decent wave, but it is most certainly not the best he has seen thus far. He glances over his shoulder towards the shore where the rest of the crew is either lounging in the sun or setting up for a cookout. This seaside outing is the joint bachelor and bachelorette party for his son and future daughter-in-law, which he knows to be customary among wedding couples…but as his eyes flicker down towards his bare legs swaying in the salty sea, he wonders why he must suffer wearing this ridiculous swimwear in order to join the festivities.

The ecstatic hollering of Dante brings his attention back to the matter at hand, and more importantly, to who really forced him into this situation. For the past few days his brother has been acting very odd…Well, odder than what is expected from a fool like him, but nonetheless it has not gone unnoticed. Every time he has come back from his clandestine practice sessions with his lovely rose, he finds a plethora of lecherous magazines and romantic guidebooks strewn across his bed and desk.

At first, there were only a couple of stray magazines on his bed, which he promptly threw over the banister while berating his brother for snooping around his room again. But more just appeared on his bed with every passing day, getting even more salacious going by the crude covers of voluptuous women clad only in skimpy swimwear. He did not throw the guidebooks when they started to appear though, mostly because he could never find it in himself to harm a book in any way no matter its contents. And only one of those lewd magazines ever caught his eye…it was labeled as the spring edition and the theme was flowers.

Suffice to say that Dante’s new line of insufferable antics has made Vergil quite cranky. It only grew worse when his intolerable brother somehow convinced him to wear a blue speedo and the matching blue Hawaiian shirt with light pink tropical blooms. He remembers Dante claiming that he must look the part in order to “hang ten” as he so boorishly put it, flashing his own matching red set of speedo and Hawaiian shirt with pineapple shaped pizzas.

Vergil tried to object to this absurd beachwear, but the party was the next day and he had no other alternative on such short notice. If he was only was made aware ahead of time then he would have remedied that predicament immediately, but no one thought to inform him of this until the very last minute. In fact, he finds it quite peculiar since just the other day, he and Nero had their usual sparring session on this very same beach. One would think that his own son would notify him of-

“Bet ya can’t beat that wave, Verg!”

Dante’s cocky taunt knocks him out his aggravated ruminations. He glares in the direction of his brother, who is smiling like a loon as he paddles closer to him. Just before he can growl his own tempered retort, he notices a heavy swell of water lurch forward from the deep, rising higher and higher as it gains momentum. “It seems the tide favors me more, little brother,” he points out before paddling forth towards the impending wave with a smug grin on his face.

“Watch and learn!”

The vigorous surf drowns out Dante’s responding jeer as Vergil moves out closer towards what is assuredly going to be the more superior wave compared to his brother’s measly attempts. His agitated thoughts are washed away as gets closer and closer into position for catching the impressive wave. He empties his mind of all thought and feeling, concentrating only on the feel of the salty water lapping at his knees as he waits for the familiar pulling sensation of the undertow as the wave rolls closer and ever higher towards him.

Vergil lifts his legs onto the board and begins to paddle towards the shore when he feels the water surge forward. As soon as he reaches the foamy crest of the wave he stops paddling and places his hands onto the rail of his board before popping up his chest. He keeps his balance as he brings one foot forward and steadily stands on top the board while riding the grand wave with his trademark style and grace. After he gets ahold of his bearings, he looks ahead toward the shore and spots a flowery newcomer among the crew.

Even from a distance he can tell that this unexpected guest his lovely rose, no doubt donning appropriate swimwear for the beachy occasion along with a well-crafted flower crown. The split second of lost concentration causes his board to wobble beneath him, but he’s able to regain control before completely making a fool of himself in front of the whole crew. And as the crest of the wave curls in on itself he cannot help but wonder if your unforeseen appearance is the reason behind his brother’s most recent infuriating antics.

Vergil dives off his board as soon as the wave finally breaks. He sinks down for a moment before swimming up towards the surface, shaking his head free of excess water before heaving himself back onto his board. His hands furiously paddle towards Dante, who is currently waving at the crew while they greet their new guest. The fact that his brother does not even have the audacity to act shocked by your sudden appearance speaks volumes, which only stokes the enraged fire burning inside him.

“Hey!” Dante greets nonchalantly, either totally oblivious or just ignoring Vergil’s harsh scowl as he continues to wave. “Look who’s here!” he points out with a cheeky wink.

“You knew she was coming here, didn’t you?” Vergil barks while steering his board perpendicular in front of Dante, effectively blocking his view of the shore so that he must address him head on.

“Water you talking about?” Dante replies mockingly with a wide smile.

“You meddlesome cur!” Vergil seethes as he pushes Dante off his board and proceeds to dunk his head under the roaring surf of the sea.

Dante flounders around helplessly for a moment before maneuvering himself below Vergil’s surfboard. It only takes one strong push to tip the board over, which sends Vergil back into the water with a great splash. They both struggle for a bit underwater, exchanging blows and hard kicks until the need to breath forces them to pause their fight. As they break through the surface of the water for much needed air another huge wave crashes into them and drags them closer to shore. When the wave finally recedes, they meet each other’s challenging gaze, fully intending to continue their fight by the sword this time.

“Hey! Will you guys cut it out! Damn!”

Nero’s angry shouting brings them back to reality. Vergil looks over at the shore and sees his son shaking his head, no doubt rolling his eyes as well. His keen eyes also spot you standing by his beach chair, shielding your eyes from the sun as you stare right where he is currently bobbing in the ocean. He growls at the notion of being duped by Dante as he swims back to surfboard, not caring that he is splashing water all over his brother with every aggressive stroke of his arms and legs.

As Vergil swims back to shore, he cannot help to reminisce about all the practice sessions in your music room. It took some cajoling on his behalf as well as a couple sprigs of white heather blooms until you finally agreed to play piano accompaniment for him at the wedding. You jokingly warned him to be prepared for when you inevitably freeze up on stage, but when he suggested that he knows of ways to warm you back up… well, the rest of that practice session was filled with flirty banter and sideway glances full of yearning.

The romantic tension has grown exponentially since both of you shared that heady moment by the camellias. In fact, it renders him completely useless for the rest of the day while his mind shuffles through various passionate musings about his lovely rose. And when he finally finished the last red velvet rose and finally read your hidden poem written on the bottom of the box…something inside him shifted as the world around him faded away, leaving him breathless as his heart hammered in his chest.

It seems many things fall indeed…like a lovely rose for a prickly devil.

Even now his heart beats faster at just the mere image of those final words as it comes to the forefront of his mind. As his feet touch down on the sandy bottom of the shore, Vergil attempts to clear his head by shaking it free from excess water before slicking his hair back into its usual striking style. He hoists his surfboard under one arm as he walks the rest of the way up to where the crew is settled. You are now chatting with Kyrie over a small open cooler, and the closer he gets to the seaside camp, the more he notices just how well prepared you are for the beach.

You are wearing a flowery bikini that reveals a generous amount of skin for Vergil’s greedy eyes as he subconsciously moves his surfboard in front of his hips. A matching mesh sarong is slung around your ample hips and that brilliant smile he is so fond of curves on your lips as your jubilant gaze shifts over to him. His speedo gets little tighter as he thinks back to the one lewd magazine with the flower theme…which he hates to admit to having flicked through its pages of contents before throwing it over the banister. He starts to truly regret giving into his fleeting curiosity about how you might have looked clad only in flowers…

A warm feeling sprouts in chest and grows hotter as it spreads down his body, causing him to clamp down on whatever shred of dignity he has left to rid his mind and body of these sudden carnal urges. He relies on the method he uses when wielding the Yamato, centering his mind as he puts the flame of all emotion into the void. By the time he arrives at his beach chair, he feels more like his usual self: calm, composed, and in complete control. He secures his surfboard in the sand and dries off with a towel before snatching up the garish Hawaiian shirt that his brother so graciously gave him for this event.

As Vergil slips the shirt on, he happens to glance down at the Yamato, which is still propped up next to the chair. A small bundle of pink flowers wrapped around the handle gives him pause as a sense of déjà vu floods his mind. Last time, it was the bright blue blooms of forget-me-nots that had the honor of decorating the Yamato along with your phone number. His lips curl into a soft smile as he reaches down to stroke the soft and feathery petals with his fingertips. He recalls this delicate flower to be astilbe and its meaning of patience and devotion to a loved one makes his heart race once more as your secret message rings through his mind.

I await your requited love.

“Flower for your thoughts?”

The sound of your sweet voice breaks him away from his fervid ponderings. His head snaps around to you standing behind him with an intrigued expression on your lovely face. He can now clearly see a crown of eucalyptus leaves, lavender, and multicolored freesia adorning your head. His eyes squint at the odd combination of blooms. Multiple colors of freesia denote friendship and thoughtfulness while lavender has many meanings that could apply, but the appearance of eucalyptus signifies protection…from what though?

Does my lovely rose not feel safe?

Vergil quickly pushes the meaning of your flower crown aside in favor of turning around to face you while answering your cute query. “I had no idea you were coming to this seaside festivity. Otherwise, I would’ve…” he trails off, not wanting to divulge that Dante tricked him into wearing his current attire for his own twisted amusement.

“Kyrie invited me when she came by a few days ago,” you inform as your hands begin to fiddle with the loose tassels of your sarong. “I thought you overheard from the music room.” Your eyes glisten with worry as you gaze up at him. “I’m sorry…I can leave if you want,” you offer sadly, taking a step back from his personal space.

Vergil takes a step forward. “That won’t be necessary,” he replies softly, placing a hand on your shoulder as he tries to explain his strange behavior. “I was just…caught off guard.”

A smile of relief spreads across your face as you run your finger up his arm. “You’re not in the habit of being surprised, huh?” you ask with a light giggle.

“Not in the slightest,” he agrees, relishing the feel of your delicate finger as it traces patterns on his upper arm. “But I’m beginning to find that I don’t mind being surprised by you, my lovely rose.”

Your eyes gleam with delight at the sound of his endearment. A bashful giggle leaves your lips as you turn your head away, which only highlights your flushed cheeks in the warm sun. Vergil chuckles at your demure reaction to his compliment and takes another step closer to you. Your eyes snap back towards him while your head is still turned and the coy grin curling on your lips sends pleasant tingles throughout his body.

“Whale, hello there!”

Vergil grumbles at his brother’s obnoxious greeting while you look over your shoulder. Dante saunters over to where both of you are standing, parading around in his red speedo and gaudy Hawaiian shirt proudly. You laugh and turn around to wave at his oafish brother with a smile on your cheerful face.

Dante returns your happy smile with his own mirthful grin. “I hope my brother’s resting beach face didn’t scare you away, Buttercup,” he jests while pointing at Vergil, whose brow crinkles deeper as he gives an unamused grunt at his brother’s preposterous observation.

“Of course not!” you exclaim with a light giggle. You reach over and wrap your arms around Vergil’s bicep before hugging it close to your chest. “All he needed was a good dose of vitamin sea to cheer him right up!”

Dante knocks his head back as a rowdy laugh bursts from his lips. Vergil huffs indignantly while you rest your head on his shoulder. He observes you from the corner of his eye and silently admits to himself that he would endure all the irritating puns of the world if it meant seeing the dazzling smile currently on your lovely face.

“Can someone move Y/N’s coolers under the umbrella over there, please?”

The sound of Kyrie’s polite request brings everyone’s attention towards two small coolers. Your grip loosens around his arm, clearly intending to help, but Nero beats you to it. As he stacks one on top of the other, Dante strokes his scruffy chin and raises an attentive brow.

“Are one of those coolers full of strawberries?” he questions as his eyes light up with hopeful anticipation.

“Shell yeah!” you exclaim with a wide grin. “I made strawberry and champagne popsicles for everyone!”

Before you even finish your sentence, Dante is already gunning for the coolers like a child on Christmas morning. Both of you watch Nero lug away the coolers while Dante circles around him like hawk. You stifle a giggle with one of your hands just as Vergil looks back down at you.

“Another distraction, I presume?” he inquires with a knowing glint in his eyes.

You meet his gaze as your lips curve into impish grin. “You sometimes request elderflower tea when you visit my garden, so I thought that you might like my elderflower popsicles too.”

Vergil’s lips quirk into a soft smirk. “You’re as thoughtful as you are beautiful, my lovely rose.”

Your cheeks turn rosy pink. “The ocean may have made you salty, but you’re really sweet to me,” you murmur with a warm smile, snuggling closer to his side as you hug his arm firmly against your chest.

Vergil huffs again at your silly pun, but his unfaltering smile says that he is truly flattered by your words. A familiar fluttering sensation bubbles in his stomach at your soft touch around his arm, which he cannot help but to notice is brushing up against your breasts. Another wave of scorching heat trembles through his body at such a very pleasing sight.

Quite leering at her like some hormonal dolt and escort her properly! Vergil vehemently chides himself as his eyes tear away from your chest to check on the progress of the cookout.

It appears that they are all ready and waiting for them, so he hooks his arm and leads you to join the rest of the crew for a seaside meal. Your eyes light up with joy when Kyrie asks how you make your icy treats, and it does not take long for you to spread your wings and flit about the crew like a social butterfly. He surreptitiously watches you from afar, enjoying the view of your gracious smile and swaying hips as he grabs a couple of drinks for both of you.

After a few more minutes of idle chatter, everyone gathers around the grill and fills their plates before sitting around in a circle, easily slipping into the usual routine of friendly banter and bickering. Vergil mostly stays quiet as he takes a few bites of his burger while you chat enthusiastically with Kyrie and Lady. You also trade a few quips and puns with Dante, which has become an annoying ritual between both of you, trying to one up each other while the rest of the crew suffers.

When you see that he has finished eating, you lean over and ask if he would like one of your homemade popsicles. Vergil nods and insists that he can get one on his own, but before he can even move you gather up his empty plate and dash away towards the coolers. His eyes squint in irritation while the corner of his mouth twitches into a subtle smile. You discard both of your plates in a nearby trash bin and grab two popsicles before heading back.

You hand him one of the cold treats with an excited smile. As he takes it from your grasp, he notes the presence of violet flower petals frozen inside the pale golden ice. This does not surprise him at all since you always mange to sneak blossoms into everything, from old books sitting on a shelf in a café to delicious baked goods. He gives the icy treat a small sniff before sucking it into his mouth. The refreshing flavor of elderflowers bursts onto his tongue, crisp and tangy with a little bit of floral sweetness.

Vergil can practically feel your expectant stare as he savors the flowery treat. He turns his gaze over to you sitting beside him and answers your silent question with a grateful smirk. The jovial smile that spread across your face makes the fluttering in his stomach do what feels like somersaults. His eyes linger on you from the corner of his eye as both of you eat the icy treat, watching your soft lips closely as they nibble in a way that makes him wonder if they would nibble on his own lips in the same fashion.

Why wonder when you can find out?

His stray thought makes the scorching heat from earlier shoot straight through his body again. He feels that same sense of apprehension and eagerness from when he asked you to be his date to the wedding coil within his chest. Not this nonsense again, he mentally bemoans as he glances at the astilbe flowers still wrapped around the handle of the Yamato. You have already admitted your own feelings about him in your own special way, and now you are waiting for him to reciprocate. But the thought of crossing that unspoken line between you two by voicing his desire for you and the possibility of you changing your mind makes him hesitate…and yet he still craves for more, more, more…

“Uh oh! The grumpy frown is back!”

Vergil turns his head towards you just as your hand flies high into the air. An array of blue and pink petals of lilac flowers rain down upon him. His brow furrows deeper when he feels the tiny blooms bounce off his hair, but thankfully none of them stick this time around. He sighs and shakes his head at the sight of your wide grin while the crew laughs and jokes about your signature flower shower.

When the laughter dies down, you stand up and brush some sand off your sarong before looking back down at him. “I’m about to go collect some seashells,” you announce, eyes sparkling with wonder as they stare past him down the scenic shore. “You can come along with me if you want to,” you propose softly with a small hopeful smirk.

Vergil ponders for a moment before readily accepting your offer. “Very well,” he replies with a nod before standing up. “I shall accompany you.”

You beam happily as his answer and ask him to wait for a moment while you grab some supplies you brought just for this occasion. While he waits for you, he grabs the Yamato and unsheathes the blade, examining it for any flaws just in case he has need of it during their seaside stroll. No one has seen demons this close to the beach, but it never hurts to be prepared…especially if it ensures your safety while searching for seashells.

Just as he sheathes the Yamato, you come back with a small bucket and garden trowel. Vergil raises an eyebrow and asks if you are planning to plant a garden by the beach. You laugh and explain that the trowel is the only tool you had lying around to help dig out shells embedded in the sand. Both of you tell the rest of the crew about your seashell adventure before heading out, causing a few of them to just nod their heads while his idiot brother gives him two thumbs up and lascivious wink.

The farther away they walk down the beach, the more Vergil seems to relax as you playfully skip by his side. Every now and then you stop and inspect the sandy shore, sometimes using your trowel to loosen a shell before dropping it in your bucket. You remark here and there about adding some of the shells as last-minute details to some of the flower arrangements for the wedding. He points out that the big day is only a week away now and asks if you are ready for the big performance.

You bite your lower lip and look back at where the crew is located. “Do you think Kyrie suspects what we’re up to?” you ask worriedly, wringing the handle of your bucket with both hands.

Vergil tilts his head at your sudden suspension. “You didn’t tell her of my presence during her last visit, correct?”

You turn back to meet his gaze while shaking your head. “I said that I had a friend over, but she kept staring at us like she knew our secret or something…” you trail off, staring down at the sand in thought before continuing. “I dunno, Vergil…my gut says that she’s onto us.”

Vergil considers your words, looking back at when the crew gathered around for the cookout. He reluctantly acknowledges that he was too distracted by your presence to notice his future daughter-in-law’s glances during their meal. “Kyrie is a capable woman with a great deal of empathy,” he states, opting to just take your word for it instead of explaining why he was not as observant as you in that moment. “If she is aware of our plan…I’m confident that she will not spoil the surprise for my son at least.”

“Well, that’s good,” you sigh in relief before staring up at him in admiration. “I still hope that both of them will enjoy your performance.”

Vergil reaches over and gently takes one of your hands and raises up his lips. “Our performance,” he softly corrects before pressing a tender kiss on the back of your hand.

Your eyes linger on his lips as they retreat from your hand, twinkling warmly as your mouth parts ever so slightly to let out a shivering sigh. That damnable heat is back, simmering slowly in the pit of his belly as he follows some instinct he thought long forgotten. While still holding your hand, he steps forward and wraps his other arm around your waist, making sure he has not overstepped his bounds by carefully reading your facial expression. Your eyes flicker over to your hand still being held in his palm, cheeks glowing softly in the sun as your fingers slowly lace with his own before staring back at him. A gentle force takes ahold of him, silently urging him to throw caution to the wind for once and finally give into what he truly wants…

Vergil’s keen senses detect an errand wave crashing onto the shore, rushing forth towards both of you before crashing against the back of your legs. Your expression changes instantaneously from soft longing to absolute terror as you literally jump up into his embrace, dropping your bucket to throw your arms around his neck. His own arms instinctively help pull you up out of the foamy water, encircling you right below your bottom with the Yamato before hoisting you up against his chest as you bury your face in the crook of his neck.

“Well, this is…curious,” he mutters softly, partly about your sudden strange behavior and most definitely about the feel of your body pressed close against his bare skin.

You gasp against his neck, which rouses a miniscule of delight to shiver up his spine. “Oh my many petals!” you exclaim, quickly lifting your head to stare up at him with regretful eyes. “I…I’m so sorry!” you stammer as your arms slide down to his shoulders while you wiggle around awkwardly to set yourself free from his embrace. But Vergil does not loosen his hold on you as he pins you down with his intense gaze.

“There’s no need to apologize,” he affirms, trying to maintain his composure as your squirming body brushes dangerously close to his lower region. “Are you alright, my lovely rose?” he asks calmly with a small hint of concern in his voice.

“I’m fine! I was just startled…that’s all!” you reassure him with a sheepish grin. “You know how I am when something…or someone sneaks up on me,” you softly remind him while playfully poking him on the chest.

Vergil continues to stare at you for a moment, examining you closely just to be sure before slowly letting you down from his grasp. As soon as your feet touch down on the sand you pick up your small bucket and trowel, checking to see how many shells survived the wave while giving the ocean a wide berth. It seems my lovely rose is not fond of the sea, he surmises, watching you more closely as both of you continue to search for seashells. He notices how your eyes glance over towards the surf every time a big breaker claps on shore as you stroll surreptitiously away from every wave that threatens to lap at your feet.

After a few more minutes of walking, both of you come across a sprawling tide pool teeming with small sea creatures. You let out a gleeful squeal while bouncing around like a bumblebee before skipping towards it, claiming to have heard that you can find a “sand flower” in one of these isolated pools. Vergil quirks an eyebrow at your odd phrase before he follows suit, complaining loudly about how you should not run ahead of him. You pause at the edge of the tide pool, leaning over a little as you marvel all the various forms of sea life crawling around in its tiny depths.

You check the temperature of the water with the tip of your toe, shuddering with a tiny yelp before easing your foot into the tide pool. Vergil grabs your hand and helps you enter the tiny pool before stepping in beside you, noting that the calm water is just level with his ankles. Maybe it’s the rough current of the ocean that she’s more afraid of, he wonders himself while you pull him along by the hand, pointing at all the hermit crabs, barnacles, and sea urchins as you both tread carefully through the tide pool.

Every now and then you bend down to collect a shell or rock, which gives Vergil a rather pleasant view for his wandering eyes, before deciding to sit and rest for a while at the edge of the pool. He contemplates silently for a moment as you scrub some of your seashells free of sand in the water. Your frightened expression from earlier keeps flashing before his eyes. He has never seen you so scared since that demon attack in your garden. And as he admires your exquisite visage from the corner of his eye, he remembers the vow to always protect the lovely rose that has bloomed among his briars.

“Y/N,” he calls out softly.

“Yeah?” you reply while washing a small conch shell.

“Why are you afraid of the ocean?”

“What?!” you gasp, hands pausing in the water as you look over at him in shock. “I’m not afraid of the ocean,” you counter, flinching back a little when his eyes narrow in disbelief. “Specifically,” you quickly correct yourself before looking away from his critical gaze. “I just…don’t like it when you can’t see the bottom,” you murmur over the sea breeze. “And the ocean is vast and, as long as anyone can tell,” you gulp in quietly in fear before finishing your explanation, “…bottomless.”

Vergil’s face softens in understanding as his eyes focus on the eucalyptus leaves of your flowers crown, finally putting together its meaning with the rest of the blooms. “If it frightens you so much then why did you come here?” he inquires softly while leaning in closer in hopes of catching a glimpse of your bashful face.

“I couldn’t say no to Kyrie!” you exclaim with a vigorous shake of your head. “She’s been so kind and understanding. And I figured that I didn’t have to go into the ocean to enjoy the beach.” You grow quiet for a moment as your cheeks begin to redden. “I also knew that you would be here,” you admit softly, glancing at him for a moment before staring back down at small conch shell still in your hands. “And I knew that you would be protect me if…” you trail off, biting your lower lip as you drop the shell into the bucket with the rest of your seaside spoils.

Vergil reaches over and places his hand underneath your chin before directing your timid gaze straight up at his own beseeching stare. “If what?” he gently urges you as his hand glides across your jaw.

You take a deep breath as your eyes shine with uncertainty. “You’re going laugh if I tell you.”

“I swear as a Son of Sparda that I will never disregard your feelings and I’ll always protect you by any means necessary,” he solemnly vows in earnest, cupping your cheek as his fervent words echo around through the salty air. Your eyes glisten with gratitude as you nuzzle into the palm of his hand, soft lips pressing against his wrist in a tender kiss before revealing the crux of your fear.

“I’m afraid of being dragged down deep underwater.”

Vergil strokes your cheek with his thumb as your words sink in. You do not elaborate any further, but he can tell by the way your voice trembles that this is a deep-seated fear. His heart prickles in pain at the sight of your sorrowful face, which encourages him to lean in until his forehead rests against your brow. He knows what it’s like to be a slave to your own fears and he hates that you are going through that right now just for the sake of spending time with him and the rest of crew.

“The unknown can be frightening at times,” he declares openly, partly to you but also to himself as the gaps of faded memories echo in his mind.

You let out a long breath of relief before bringing your hand atop his own upon your cheek. “It’s a shame though…I’ve heard so much about the beaches of Fortuna from Kyrie and a dip in the ocean sounds so nice.” You glance past the tide pool towards the vast surf, eyes glimmering with determination for a moment before looking away in disappointment. “But I guess I’ll just have to splash around this tide pool instead,” you sigh begrudgingly, kicking up your feet up a bit in the water to emphasize your longing for an oceanic adventure.

Vergil feels that prickling pain spread through his chest at the sight of your disheartened face. The gentle force from before is back, guiding his lips to brush a tender kiss on your forehead. You hum softly and place your hand on his thigh as you scoot closer to him. Small rivulets of pleasure surge from your intimate touch, which in turn tests his restraint as the urge to pull you onto his lap floods his mind. Instead, he focuses on your current predicament, head reeling from the frustration of not being able to protect you from this kind of foe, but still wanting to help in some way.

You’ve brought clarity to my trouble thoughts on multiple occasions, he thought as a plan formulates in his mind. It only seems fair that I do the same for you, my lovely rose.

“I can help you…if you wish,” he murmurs, lips brushing gently against your skin with every word.

Vergil feels your brow furrow in confusion against his lips. “How?”

“I can carry you on my back while I wade out into the ocean.”

Your eyebrows shoot in shock. “I’m sorry,” you mutter while drawing your head back to stare up at him, eyes sparkling with skepticism while you anxiously wring your hands. “Did I just hear you say that you want to carry me out to the place that absolutely terrifies me?”

“I’ll only move out a short distance from the shore until your feet skims the surface of the water,” he clarifies softly in a soothing voice. “And if you’re brave enough to stand there with me…” He reaches down and slowly drags a finger up your leg from the ankle, secretly enjoying the feel of your smooth skin as well as the subtle gasp that escapes your mouth. “The water will only come up to here,” he finishes as his finger taps just below your knee before withdrawing back to his side.

You look out towards the ocean of a moment before turning back to him. “And you’ll protect me?” you entreat with a tilt of your head, eyes shimmering with hope as your lean in closer.

Vergil takes one of your hands as he lifts the Yamato up in front of you. “By any means necessary,” he repeats the vow he swore earlier with the same glint of earnest conviction in his eyes. He gently guides you to grasp his most treasured possession just below the hilt before resting his own hand on top of yours.

A long silence stretches out as you stare at both of your hands on the Yamato, eyes glancing up to meet his sincere gaze a few times as you bite your lower lip in thought. Your head turns hesitantly towards the ocean, regarding its tumultuous waves from the corner of your eye. He can still sense your apprehension, but your grip on the Yamato tightens beneath his hand as a glimmer of determination flickers across your face.

“Well, you know what they say.” You turn your now confident gaze back to him. “If there’s a will, there’s a wave.”

Vergil scoffs and rolls his eyes at not only your ridiculous pun, but also at your poor decision to use a pun during a genuinely serious conversation. “I cannot for the life of me tell whether my absolute dunce of a brother is a bad influence on you or if it’s actually the other way around,” he sneers, removing his hand from the Yamato to pinch his agitated brow out of habit.

Your soft giggle makes his upper lip curl in a silent snarl as you let go of the Yamato. He lowers his hand from his brow when your hands reach for your flower crown, feeling around the blooms before settling on a white freesia. You carefully pull the lone flower free from the crown before taking his hand and turning it to see the inside of his palm. As you place the delicate blossom into his hand, he remembers the meaning behind receiving a single freesia flower. His breath stops short as you gently close his hand around the bloom, enclosing your hands around his clenched fist before raising it up to your lips.

“I’m in your capable hands, my darling devil,” you proclaim with utmost sincerity.

Your brazen gaze shakes him to the core as your term of endearment rings repeated through his ears. The afternoon sun highlights the adorable glow of your rosy cheeks as you gently kiss every knuckle on his hand. Vergil feels that he would have melted on the spot right then and there if it wasn’t for the tide pool as his feet keeping him cool.

The touch of your soft lips, the sound of your sweet voice, and the honest admission of trust in him…all of it reignites the raging desire to pull you close and finally let himself fall for you too...

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