#the joy in this scene males my heart happy

[moonlightazriel]

Baby bumps and cookie crumbs /// Azriel X F!Reader

Summary: Azriel comes home from a mission to find his mate bonding with his family.

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1,2K

Notes: A little Christmas spirit for this blog since my Christmas won’t be that good.

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Azriel sighed, removing his boots by the door, the house quiet, the only sound being the soft steps as his feet made it to the master bedroom. Whenever he came home from a mission he would find her there, tangled in the blankets, snoring softly and with a serene expression adorning her beautiful face.

But to his surprise, the house was empty, his warrior instincts kicking in. He held the truth teller in between his fingers, searching around the house for her, but she wasn’t anywhere. Her scent was the only lingering in the air, which made him relax a bit.

With solstice preparations she was probably out in town, but he couldn’t help thinking the worst whenever she was out of his sight. As if sensing his distress, he felt three pulls in his chest, and the bond hummed with life. He took a deep breath, going back to the bedroom so he could have a bath.

A knock sounded by the door, and Azriel went to answer, towel hanging on his hips and another one drying his hair. He opened the door, rolling his eyes at Cassian’s whistle.

“If I knew you would be in the shower, I would’ve come earlier.” He mocked, shoving Azriel aside so he could make himself comfortable on his couch.

“Where’s my mate?” He asked, leaving Cassian in the living room so he could get dressed.

“At the River House, everyone’s there.” Cassian's voice was muffled, and when Azriel got back to the living room, fully dressed and fixing the beanie over his hair, Cassian had a whole cupcake in his mouth.

“Hey, those were mine.” He slapped Cassian’s head.

“It’s not my fault your mate cooks like an angel.” Cassian cleaned the frosting around his mouth and aimed for the door. “I was sent to get you, so let’s go.”

“After you.” Azriel motioned for him to go first, locking the door behind him.

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Indeed everyone was there, the house filled with joy and laughter, the whole place was warm, and he thanked Lucien mentally, cuz the short flight to the River House was cold even for him. The redhead was by the fireplace, shoving wood into the fire.

“Hey man, thanks for that, it’s freezing out there.” Cassian said, squeezing Lucien’s shoulder, to which the male just smiled, nodding his head.

“Azriel!” He greeted, and he greeted back. He wanted to find his mate, his body buzzing with energy to be with her. “Y/N is in the kitchen with the other females.” Lucien winked and Azriel thanked him.

He crossed the house until reaching the kitchen, pushing the double doors open, the space was a mess, Feyre was sitting with a happy smile, sipping in her wine. Nesta was by her side, resting her head on her shoulder, the two sisters watched the scene unfold.

With a thin layer of flower covering her hair, Y/N was giggling, pinching Nyx’s cheeks as the boy screamed in joy. Elain was by her side, trying to mix what looked like cookie dough.

“Now, help aunt Elain with the chocolate chips.” She gave him the package and the boy slowly added them into the mix.

Azriel took a deep breath, the smell of pastries, wine and life growing filled his senses. Y/N turned to him, her face glowing in happiness as she spotted him watching her from the doorway.

She walked to him, and she tried to wrap her hands around his neck to pull him in for a hug, but a 9 months pregnant belly got in the way, preventing her from holding him like she wanted, making her adorably pout.

“I love our baby, but I can’t wait to get rid of this belly.” She smiled and Azriel felt his heart melting.

“Maybe this helps?” He suggested turning her around and hugging her from behind, head resting in the crook of her neck and hands cupping her belly, holding the weight for her. Y/N leaned into him, moaning a bit too loudly.

“Ew, get a room.” Nesta groaned.

“When you’re carrying a baby and your mate holds the weight for you, let’s see if you’re not going to be moaning like a lady from the pleasure hall.” Feyre poked her sister’s side, prompting Nesta to wiggle away from her.

“Uncle Az.” Little Nyx grabbed his legs, making grabby hands towards the male. Azriel scoped him up, kissing the boy’s cheek.

“How are you doing buddy?” The boy looked at him.

“We’re making bat cookies. Aunty Y/N and Aunty Elain are the best at making them.” Y/N giggled.

“Only because we have the best assistant in the world.” Nyx turned to her, lowering his body until he kissed her belly.

“When I’ll get to play with my cousin?” He asked and his mother shimmed in, grabbing him from Azriel’s lap.

“Soon baby, soon. Now let’s get clean for dinner.” She took the baby away.

“You should get cleaned too, you’re covered in flour.” He pulled her as close as possible, brushing the white powder from her head. He lowered until he captured her lips in a gentle kiss. “I missed you two.”

She reached for his face, caressing his cheek, tracing the contour of his lips, like she could never get enough of looking at him.

“We missed you too, Azzy.” The shadowsinger led his mate to the dinner room where everyone was gathering. He scooted his chair closer to hers, never wanting to be apart, resting a hand on her belly.

“How is little Cassian doing?” The male asked, turning his attention to her.

“They are just fine, Cassian, we don’t know if it’s a boy or not.” She started.

“And…” Azriel sipped on his wine. “We’re not naming our child after you.”

“What?” Cassian scoffed. “Why not? And I’m sure it’s a boy.”

“No one knows that for sure Cass.” Y/N pointed, and Elain cleared her throat.

“I know.” She simply stated. “I had a vision last week.”

“You know?” Azriel asked in shock.

“Do you guys want me to tell you? I’m totally fine with keeping it a secret if that’s what you wish.” She smiled sweetly at them, Lucien had an arm around her shoulder in reassurance as Elain was still very shy about her powers.

Az looked at Y/N, the two didn’t need to have Daemati powers to communicate silently, they just knew each other that well.

“We do.” The two said in union. Elain felt her cheeks hot as all the eyes were on her now.

“You are going to be having a boy.” She shyly replied, just to be startled by Cassian's loud cheer, smacking the table.

“I told you little Cassian is on the way.” He pointed to the couple, forcing them to laugh along with him.

“Thanks Elain, that means a lot.” Y/N replied, smiling widely to the female.

That night, the family celebrated the new member, drinking wine and eating bat cookies that tasted absolutely delicious. And when Azriel took his mate home later that night, warming himself in her soft embrace. He ran his fingers through her hair.

“Our little boy will be here soon.” She whispered.

“I can’t wait to meet him.” He kissed her, feeling his chest full with love. “Our precious little boy.”

#acotar #azriel shadowsinger #sarahjmaas #azriel #moonlightazriel #shadowsinger #azriel x reader #night court #azriel x y/n #velaris #azriel spymaster #azriel x you

[silkval]

trans aether... with questions I, IV, VIII, X, and XII. please be gentle, i adore soft sex

♠】 find out what goes on behind the scenes with the darling of your choice!

send an ask with the name of your darling and the question numbers you would like answered, and you will get your request!☆

》 content desc/warnings

aether is hinted to be smaller than reader, nipple play (aether receiving), very very fluffy sex and so so many kisses, reader can be interpreted with any genitalia, aether cries the first time, use of the nickname ‘sweetheart’, reader is an absolute gentleman, aether is a pretty boy canon

★fujoshis, wlm and minors please fuck off- you will be blocked★

Ⅰ 》 what act of affection do they perform the most?

aether just loves it when he gets to cling to your side- whether it is simply just letting his fingers entwine with yours as you two rested in bed, or snuggling into your side on a cold winters day- which would always be made better when you looped an arm around his narrow shoulders with a content hum. your presence just made him feel safe- completely and utterly at peace with your warm frame to sidle up to.

Ⅳ 》 what is the one kink they have they will never admit they have?

…well, the poor thing didn't exactly do a good job of hiding it- but, nipple play. my god, it was so, so obvious that it was just adorable when your deft fingers grazed over aethers flushed chest whilst tangled in your sheets, drawing out the prettiest, high whine from the smaller male beneath you that you just could not ignore- eliciting a quiet chuckle in adoration at the sight of his flustered face, yet only pressing a reassuring kiss against the tip of his nose as your hand smoothed over the soft plains of his chest, the pads of your fingers rubbing and pinching gently at the pinked skin- which soon became a common occurrence each time you two made love.

Ⅷ 》 what is aftercare with them like?

honestly, aftercare with aether is just the best. even if it was a quick round before bed, or when hours had passed by from how much you just got lost in each other- aftercare with aether would last days. it would start with just holding each other- sweaty bodies collapsed and panting, still entwined and breathless yet unable to muffle the quiet, lovestruck laugh reverberating from both of you as you met eyes, still hazy as you met with soft kisses just to calm down and eventually falling asleep, his smaller body splayed atop yours or curled snug into your side as your arms encircled his bare figure still draped in the slightly damp, silken sheets. with the following morning, you would aid him in getting up- greeting him with a quick peck to the forehead, fetching him a glass of water and something small to eat before making sure he was alright and already going to run a bath for both of you to clean up in. and oh, aether just adored how you handled aftercare- ever the gentleman, as the days that followed consisted in touches even more gentle than usual and the occasional “you alright, love?” just to make sure he was all happy and healthy- which he always was, with you.

Ⅹ 》 were they a virgin before they met you

surprisingly, yes. with such a pretty face and the absolute joy of a soul that he is, he certainly got a lot of attention- that's for sure, but he never… clicked with anyone- until you, of course. he always had this subtle urge, this hidden desire for the act of lovemaking- even thinking about how intimate it would be, how wonderful it would be to come together with absolute trust and enjoyment of each others bodies just makes him all heart-eyed and blushy- oh, and he absolutely let a few tears slip when you first had sex; he had never felt anything like it before, just pure, pure absolution with you- and he couldn't want anything more.

Ⅻ 》 what pet names do they enjoy hearing?

loves loves loves being called sweetheart- absolutely drives the poor boy mad with how flustered and smiley he gets. even if it's just a mere “c’mere, sweetheart,” as you're guiding him through a busy street with a hand on the small of his back, or a breathy utterance of praise against the shell of his ear as your bodies combined in utter bliss- you damn bet you'll see his pretty, pinked lips curve upward into his signature smile.

ahh thank you sm for this ask!!! this was an absolute pleasure to write as its my first writing of aether and my god. i get the hype💙

#【writings #sub genshin #sub character #genshin x reader #dom reader #sub genshin impact #genshin aether #aether x reader #sub aether #genshin smut #genshin impact #aether smut

[regalevansworth]

Loving you

(Songfic — ‘Back to December’ by Taylor Swift)

Pairing : Chris Evans x Male Reader

Summery : Christmas is said to be the festival of joy and happiness. But for you, it brings the unbearable burn of old wounds. The ones you are so desperate to heal, to make all right. But will he ever give you the chance? After all you did to him? The pain, the heartbreak you caused him? Do you really deserve it? Unbeknownst to you, the person still aches for your love. He still stands where you left him, waiting for you to come back.

Warnings/tags : No warnings. Pure angst & fluff

A/N : First of all, I'd like to thank all of you for giving my Lloyd Hansen fic so much love. It truly means a lot. And secondly, this is a small (late) Christmas gift for my Tumblr fam.I actually have a Chris Hemsworth fic already in the work, which hopefully will be released soon. In the meantime, enjoy this angsty fluffy treat that came in my mind outta nowhere. Back to December is one of my favourite Taylor Swift songs and converting it into a fic was interesting. Hope you love it. MERRY CHRISTMAS!!

There is a party at the community park today. The party of Christmas Eve. People are going to gather around and make merry as the season of Christmas settles around. Being one of the biggest community in Boston, the people held no reservation against making it ostentatious. You also heard that a special guest is to come with their family but the identity of the person is rather undisclosed. A surprise sort of.

As a part of this community you are also going to attend the party. And having a good reputation for being a 'singer-in-the-making', also at the insistence of nearly everyone at the community, you complied to perform at least one song on the function.

You sigh as you shrug on your jacket. Your parents and siblings are already there waiting for you. Pocketing your woolen beanie, you head towards the door of your modern house and step outside.

As soon as you close the door behind you, the cold December air hit you, making your eyes water and chills erupting all over your body despite your warm getup. A blanket of thick snow covering all over the surface.

December, you think wishfully as you start to make your way to the community park. So many sweet memories but one can find the sourness of some particular memories if they take their time to sort through them. But one thing you know for a fact, yours can be found very easily. Because they're fresh yet old. Laced with so much pain, heartbreak and an unforgettable end.

You shake your head, determined not to think about them. You need a calm mind to roll the lyrics around your lips. You don't need past memories to sour your mood lest you want to disappoint the audience.

Past, you scoffed inwardly. One year isn't past. Not when the time has barely passed for you. Yes, you still think about that December. It's as if you haven't moved past it yet. Your guilt and regret constantly pulls you towards that endless abyss.

Because you know that, it was your fault. He was the victim. He gave all his love, his precious heart. But you crushed all of it with your bare hands. Still, you could've apologized, but you didn't. You can't blame it entirely on less of opportunities. Because there was plenty. But being the coward you were, you didn't even make a move. And it kills you every single day, awaken and asleep.

He has probably moved on. But you couldn't. You can't. You're still looking forward to a chance. And if it never shows up, you are going to live an incomplete life. Is it worth living?

Finally reaching your destination, you let your gaze roam over the entire scene. Christmas lights all over the area. On the trees, benches, stalls, everywhere. Children running and playing around, gleeful in their own joy. Adults laughing, boisterous. Clapping each other on back, drinking.

There is a stage on the corner where musical instruments are kept. That's where you'll be singing. You can see an elderly couple sitting on a far bench. The man unwrapping his muffler from his neck and wrapping it around his wife's. You smile softly at the display inspite of yourself.

Taking a deep breath, you enter the joy ground. Closing all of your mindless thought at the back of your mind. Masking your expressing with a picture of complete enthusiasm. Why showing them what they'll never understand? You are content in suffering on your own, that's what you deserve.

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December, Chris thinks as he drives his family car to where they're invited to a Christmas party today. December used to be his favourite time of the year. But now it only brings the pain and confusion he felt last December when the person he loved and cherished the most left him.

Yes, that is the word. LEFT him. But never bothered to tell him why. The answer to that why, he craves it just as much as the survivors of a desert craves water. Sometimes the crave suffocates him. Then he remembers the beautiful time they had passed. The blossoming love brimming both of their hearts.

Chris could feel himself lost in those beautiful eyes whenever he looked down in them. Could feel himself bewitched by that beautiful smile. So delicate, so lovely. He could feel himself floating by that beautiful twinkling laughter that never failed to put a fond smile on his face

He thought he could never hear his name so beautiful coming out of someone untill he heard the breathless ‘Chris’s falling from those sinful lips. Every kiss, every intimate moment they shared was precious to him. Because it felt so right.

Then what happened? When did it all go wrong? Did he do something that could jeopardize their relationship? Was his love not enough? Was he not enough? He could swear he felt the same amount of love pouring from that person. Then why the goodbye?

He wants the answers. But more than anything, he wants that person back in his life. Back in his arms. To give their love a second chance. But how? He doesn't know. All he ever knows is that their love was everything to him. He could never love anyone like that. Their love was it for him.

Reaching where they're invited, Chris parked the car along with the other ones on the parking spot and got out. They used to live here once. Therefore so many of their close friends are from this community and insisted them to be their guest on this party. Tucking his hands inside his pockets, he makes his way inside the park along with family, Scott, Lisa and two of his nephews.

People immediately spot them and greet them. Some of them already started to take pictures with him. As the night progresses, he found himself genuinely enjoy talking with old friends and just being himself.

After awhile, there is a slight commotion from the mic on the stage and one of the hosts clears his throat, grabbing everyone's attention. “Merry Christmas and a very good evening, ladies and gentlemen. It is so nice to have all of here today. Our celebration of Christmas Eve this year couldn't have been more perfect. I'd like to thank Mr. Chris Evans and his family for accepting our invitation and joining with us. Now, we also have someone here to make our evening even more brighter. A lot of you have guessed already, I know. They have the sweetest voice to enlighten all our mood. So please welcome on stage, (Y/N) (L/N)!!”

Chris's heart stops beating in his chest in time of a loud cheers erupting all over the audience. He completely froze. (Y/N)? His (Y/N)? Beside him, he can feel his mom and Scott stiffen. He doesn't know what to do. Laugh? Cry? He just stands there, eyes glued on the stage.

Then a figure starts to slowly approach from the backstage. Dressed in white t-shirt, dark jacket, dark jeans and boots. As the spotlight steadily falls on the figure, their beautiful face comes to view.

Chris felt as if his breath has been knocked out of his lungs. He can't move, feels like he's shaken to his very core. His (Y/N), the love of his life standing there on stage with a mic in his hand. Beautiful as ever.

One year, but your beauty still doesn't fail to leave him breathless. Lips parted in a small smile, delicate hands clutching the mic, wavy hair flailing about from the gentle breeze, you looked etherial to him. Your wide eyes searching the crowd. Those eyes, he thinks. He just wants to jump on the stage and take you in his arm, never let you go.

But he can't. It's like a wall has been built between you two. One word is echoing in his mind, 'why'. Why did you do what you did all those months ago? But at the same time he's scared to ask, scared to know even. He can't be vulnerable again, not before you. He has to be strong.

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You saw him right the moment you step into the stage. How could you not. You loved this person too much to not spot him, even in this crowd of so many people. Okay, maybe that's too much. Any one could spot him anywhere, even from a mile afar. Because he is The Chris Evans. But for you, he was only Chris. Your Chris.

Your heart hasn't calm down since you've seen him. You feel as if it's going to burst out of your chest any time now. You're only able to maintain your composure because they're so many people watching you right now. Even if your eyes are slightly widened.

But, God does he look handsome. He always does. That muscular figure clad in black button-up, slacks, suit jacket and shoes. He has overgrown his beard, through which once you loved to run your fingers. The delicious coarseness you felt everytime it brushed against one of your body parts. Your neck, chin, inner thighs......you blush immediately at your train of thoughts.

But what you loved most about him, was his eyes. So blue, it pierces right through your soul. Eyes that are now averting yours. Shame and guilt bubbled up inside you at his action. He has his guards up. Why shouldn't he? After all you did to him.

He deserves someone better. Someone that'll love him, trust him just as much as he does. Not some coward. Maybe he has already found that person, maybe they're happy. He doesn't love you anymore, you think disgustedly. But you do owe him an apology. But you are not so eloquent with your words. Still there is something to help you today.

You look down on the mic in your hand and make your mind. Stealing one last glance at him, you nod at the host and the instrument players and make you way towards the front of the stage. Closing your eyes, you begin.....

💙🤍💙🤍💙🤍💙🤍💙🤍💙🤍💙🤍💙🤍

I'm so glad you made time to see me How's life, tell me how's your family I haven't seen them in a while

You open your eyes and look over in time to see Chris's mom giving you a small smile and Scott waving at you. You smile back and let your gaze flit over to where Chris is standing, eyes glued to you. You feel your cheeks heaten up.

Meanwhile Chris is transfixed by your voice. He can't believe how sweet you sound. You used to sing to him at night and he always encouraged you. He believed you could be a great singer one day, he just couldn't get you out of your shyness. And here you are today. Displaying your talent and making his heart feel full.

You've been good, busier than ever We small talk, work and the weather Your guard is up and I know why

You drop your gaze to the ground. Somehow ashamed to look at anyone. Chris looks away as the reality of the song slowly dawns on him.

Because the last time you saw me is still burned in the back of your mind You gave me roses and I left them there to die

Yes, Chris can remember that night. He came home from a 2 days shoot to see the bouquet of your favorite roses that he sent to you with a 'Merry early Christmas, love' card laying on the tea-table haphazardly. Almost rotten. Just beside the bouquet was a letter, you letter, saying this wasn't working for you anymore and you're leaving. He cried so much that night that he had a constant migraine the next day.

So this is me swallowing my pride Standing in front of you saying I'm sorry for that night And I go back to December all the time

You and Chris make eye contact for the first time and Chris can see the plea and intent in them. Your beautiful eyes shining with unshed tears making his eyes water as well.

It turns out freedom ain't nothing but missing you Wishing I'd realized what I had when you were mine

Chris was the best thing that had ever happened to you. No one ever loved you and cherished you like he did. His love was so selfless and you miss it. Miss all of it.

Chris can see the longing in your eyes. He misses you just as much you miss him. But he's too afraid to say it out loud.

I'd go back to December, turn around and make it alright I go back to December all the time

Yes you want to. God do you want to just go back in time and change all of it. If it means to have him back, you'd do anything.

Chris also wants nothing else than go back in time and keep you from leaving.

As the instruments plays in the background, you two stare at each other and just wonder what went wrong. You know what went wrong. But you don't know at the same time. It frustrates you so much you can't even explain.

These days I haven't been sleeping staying up playing back myself leaving When your birthday passed and I didn't call

On every birthday of Chris during your time together, you were the first one to call him and wish him Happy Birthday when he was away. Even after your breakup, you desperately wanted to call him just as always. But you couldn't find it yourself to get to dial his number. Couldn't find a reason.

Chris remembers his birthday this year. The first thing he did after waking up was checking his phone. It was as if on instinct. Like he was waiting for your call or message. But he couldn't find any. Among so many well wishers, there wasn't you. And it crushed his heart even more. You could at least give him a text. But you didn't.

Then I think about summer, all the beautiful times I watched you laughing from the passenger side And realized I loved you in the fall

“You know we could be lounging in our pool right now?” You huffed and glared at Chris from the passenger seat. Chris, with his one hand on the steering wheel and the other petting dodger's head, gave you a broad grin, “But baby, this is much more fun” he countered. You rolled you eyes and made a face, “What? Fishing in this summer heat? I swear Chris, if I get a sunburn on anywhere on my body, I'm not letting you touch me for the entire week.” You crossed you arms over your chest and stared ahead. Chris only laughed and pulled you in a kiss. You couldn't help but smile into the kiss.

The memory brings a soft smile in your face as you sing the lyrics. From few feet away, Chris also smiled at the same memory. Both of you felt the love and it went even more deeper when you walked hand in hand on the evenings of fall.

And then the cold came, the dark days when fear crept into my mind you gave me all your love and all I gave you was goodbye

Fear. It was fear that made you do all the things you did to him. You feared your love wouldn't stay the same. You feared it'd inevitably end in heartbreak. You feared Chris was too good to be true. But at the same time, you knew you were being unreasonable. The fear of losing him was so great that you started backing up from the relationship. Leaving him entirely clueless as to why you felt like that.

Chris notes the slight quiver in your voice. And suddenly, something clicks inside him. With a frown on his face, he remembers how you to started detach yourself from him in the prior months to your breakup. You started to withdraw yourself more and more. And whenever he looked into your eyes, he saw something imperceptible. What was it? Was it fear? Fear of what? He never bothered to ask you and now he feels the regret come crashing down on him.

Coming back to present, he looks over at you. But you are looking at anywhere but him. Like you're ashamed. Like you revealed something really personal.

So this is me swallowing my pride standing in front of you saying I'm sorry for that night And I go back to December all the time

You wish he'd know how sorry you are. You want to scream at the top of your lungs, beg for forgiveness. You can't stay alive knowing you brought a pain so vicious. Reminder of it will eat you every day.

it turns out freedom ain't nothing but missing you Wishing I'd realized what I had when you were mine I'd go back to December, turn around and change my own mind I go back to December all the time

You just want to go back and change all the things that went wrong. Change your mind about leaving him. But you can't change the past, even if you wanted so desperately. Life isn't some science-fiction. You nearly laughed at the irony of your song and reality.

I miss your tan skin, your sweet smile so good to me, so right

You sing the lyrics with a slight head tilt and sad smile on your face all the while looking at him. Your eyes are misty but you don't seem to care.

Chris can see the open longing in your eyes. And he realizes for the first time that you still love him. You still love him to miss him like that. He can't breath and just stares at you, studies you.

And how you held me in your arms that September night the first time you ever saw me cry

Chris has always been a constant source of comfort to you. Whenever you felt sad or felt like crying, he'd wrap his strong arms around you and hold you tightly. He would shush you gently and kiss your forehead. He was someone that you could easily confide in and take refuge in his strength. So warm and so right.

Maybe this is wishful thinking probably mindless dreaming But if we loved again I swear I'd love you right

Chris feels dizzy. Because it's not your wishful thinking nor some mindless dreaming. He wants that too. So desperately. And he doesn't have to look in your eyes to see that you mean it.

But then, just as quickly, your expression changes. Morphs into something more difficult to understand. He watches you blink several times and look down before continuing.....

I'd go back in time and change it, but I can't so if the chain is on your door, I understand

You don't want to lift your expectations too high. Why should he open the doors to his heart once more for you? You don't deserve it.

Chris watches the hard acceptance on your features. He wants rush to you and show you that he is still yours. He hasn't moved on. But he stays glued to the ground. Why everything has to be so hard for both of you?

But this is me swallowing my pride standing in front of you saying I'm sorry for that night And I go back to December It turns out freedom ain't nothing but missing you Wishing I'd realized what I had when you were mine I'd go back to December, turn around and make it alright I'd go back to December turn around and change my own mind I go back to December all the time

You feel so exhausted at once. More than you felt for a long time. You just want this to end, want your sufferings to end. You can't keep fighting anymore.

All the time

With the song concluding it's final note, Chris watches as a silent tear slide down your cheek, making his heart shatter into million pieces. He hates your tears. Especially when he can do nothing about it.

You slowly open your eyes and let your gaze roam over the silent crowd. A flush of embarrassment creeps up your cheeks as the reality dawns on you. But it doesn't matter anymore. You have done what you wanted to do. Now you just want to get out of here. Away from here.

Scrambling, you excuse yourself from the audience and rush out of the scene, wiping your tears, not looking at anyone. You're angry at yourself for showing this much vulnerability in front of everyone, especially him. He must be thinking what a fool you are. Must be laughing at you right now.

Chris watches with dread as you leave hastily. No, this is his chance, to make everything right between you. Your fate brought you together this day. Exactly one year after that nightmare. Destiny has given you both a chance and he can't lose it, even if his life is dependend on it.

He feels a hand on his shoulder. Turning around he sees his mom and Scott nodding at him. Go, they want to say. Go get him.

Wasting no more time, Chris runs after you. Determined to not to let you go this time.

Walking has never felt like a chore before. Your legs feel like they'll give out at any time. You feel your phone vibrating in your pocket. Sniffing, you reach out to pull out your phone. It's your dad. Probably calling to check in on you, seeing how you left. But you don't want to talk to any one right now. You want to be alone. Shutting off your phone, you put it inside your pocket and resume walking.

Suddenly you feel a strong grip around your wrist, tugging you back. You yelp and bump against what must've been a brick wall. But it's someone's chest. Someone you're so strongly familiar with, someone you're connected to the heart.

“Running away from me again?” that deep baritone voice, making you look up into the owners piercing blue eyes.

“Chris” you whisper, making his heart set ablaze. He clutches your hands close to his chest. You two are standing so close that you can feel his body heat wafting off of him. It's taking all of your willpower not to snuggle close. Chase that warmth.

Chris can't stop looking into your eyes. It still feels so surreal to have you close to him again. You feel perfect tucked against him. Like you two are two puzzles fitting around all edges. And he knows then and there, that he'll have you again. Make you his again.

But then you gently push him away, making unwanted distance between you. Looking away, you ask him, “What're you doing here?” “I'm here to get back what's mine” he replies, looking at you intently.

You shake your head, not understanding, “Why?” you ask. Your eyes going watery again and you hate yourself for it. Hate yourself for even seeing the beacon of hope.

Chris gently takes you by the shoulder and looks deeply into your eyes, “Because I love you” he whispers. And you can see the truth behind his words. There is no hesitation behind it. No cruel joke. But still you're confused. Why would he love you after....

“But I hurt you” you said, not looking at him. Waiting to be laughed in the face. But it never comes. Instead, you feel his callaused, rough palm on your cheek, turning your face towards him. “Yes, you did.” he said making you feel worse than you ever felt now that you heard it from him.

Then he took your hand in his and gently put it over his chest where his heart is steadily beating. “But the hurt wasn't greater than what I felt in here. And do you know what that is?” he asks. You can only stare dumbly at him, too shoked to say anything.

“Your love”, he declares. And he says it so reverently that you feel your legs slowly giving out. Is it truly happening? Or is it some cruel game of fate? You are completely dumbstruck. You feel like you're going to break into tears any time. You are beyond ecstatic.

Finally, not being able to hold back anymore, you reach up and crash your lips onto his. Chris returns the kiss just as eagerly. He snakes his strong arms around your waist and pulls you even more closer. You get on your tiptoes and wrap your arms around his neck to fully submit into the kiss.

The kiss is feverish. Laced with the pain of a year of longing. You both kiss like it's the end of time and you're never going to get the chance again. Chris licks your bottom lip, asking for access. You comply happily and let him deepen the kiss.

So what if the pain is still fresh? What if things are yet to gain semblance? You both simply don't care as long as you have each other. You'll work on your faults and make your relationship better. You'll grow to love and trust each other once again. This is a promise of giving your everything to the other person. Destiny has brought you together in this moment to simply give each the love you preserved in your hearts.

As you break the kiss and stare deeply into his eyes, you know that you'll give your everything to make this work. You'll love him as long as he'll allow you to and looking at him you know that he's not leaving you anytime soon.

With a sigh you bury yourself in his warm embrace as the snow starts to fall around you like a blessing from the sky itself.

“I love you, Chris”

“I love you too, baby”

#chris evans #chris evans x male reader #chris evans x reader #chris evans imagine #chris evans fluff #chris evans angst #x male reader #male reader insert #regalevansworthfic

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secret santa gift 2 for @moonlightazriel ❤️ @acotargiftexchange ship: Feyre x Rhysand type: nothing but pure fluff word count: 3k words warnings: none summary: We all know SJM is not a fan of writing wedding scenes and since you (my lovely secret santa recipient) indicated that you would love to see their wedding scene, I decided to write it for you. @moonlightazriel I acted as your lifesaver (hope you are not disappointed that it is me haha). I am sorry didn't have that much time hence why the story is a little shorter, but I added a playlist at the end, hoping I included a lot of your favourite songs. Love you so much❤️

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Beneath the starlit sky of the Night Court, in the middle of a forest, where trees stand tall, and the moon casts a gentle glow upon the land, is where their union will happen. Twinkling faelights adorn the bushes and the leaves of the large tress, creating a magical atmosphere that makes the forest glow softly and come alive. Further between the towering trees, shadows dance along the soft rustle of leaves that accompanies the silent chatter of the people gathered here on this day. 

"Are you ready, my darling?" The High Lord of the Night Court smiles up at his High Lady, his demeanour showing a male who is fully contented and at ease with his life. A male who finally has everything in his life that he deserves and has longed for for centuries. A male who has suffered the worst possible in life, and has survived this hell. A male who can finally be happy.

His family is finally complete with a mate and a son, who brings joy to him every day — the greatest luck in his life. Nyx's smile alone could light up the darkest night, and more than once a day Rhysand finds himself marvelling at the small wonder. 

The High Lord's eyes lock with Feyre's, violet clashing with blue and something sparks inside his chest. Once again the bond comes alive, glowing vividly, its tendrils stretching out and curling around their souls like a warm embrace. 

Feyre smiles at him, at her mate, her husband, the father of her son, her heart brimming with love and admiration, and she is once again reminded that she is mated to the most beautiful male on this planet, the most amazing one. He is stunning and perfect - absolutely breathtaking, his dark suit perfectly complimenting his whole appearance. His hair, black-blue, is glowing in the faelights, his eyes shimmering with nothing but love and affection.

Feyre's giggles and it reaches Rhysand and reverberates through his entire body, her smile just like Nyx's able to light up even the darkest part of the Court of Nightmares. His mate is stunning and breathtaking, and he fights the urge to punch himself to make sure this is really all real. 

"To marry you again?" Feyre quips, a sheepish grin on her lips.

A proud grin spreads over the High Lord's face. "To marry me again, my High Lady." He exhales deeply. "But now with everyone present. With our whole family and most importantly with our little son joining us." 

Rhysand takes her extended hand, and steps into her, drawing in her scent, drinking her in. For a split second, his gaze moves to Nesta standing behind his mate, standing behind her sister, and he smiles at her. Then he looks to his own brother. The tall Illyrian is wearing the biggest grin possible, eagerly waiting for Rhysand to take his place in front of him. Cassian's hands are folded behind his back, wings tucked in, he is dressed in a fine suit, hair neatly combed back. 

Below the small dais they find themselves standing on, is their whole family. Mor has been the one to lead Feyre down the aisle, holding tightly onto her arm, supporting her when Feyre felt like sobbing out of happiness. Her family cheered for her, their love wrapping around her like a tight embrace. Everyone is here on this special day — all the others as well, Elain, Lucien, Amren, Varian, and of course little Nyx, happily bouncing on his aunt's lap, smiling brightly at his parents, his eyes glowing with joy and love. 

The path leading up to the dais almost seems like a dream, petals scattered like confetti amid the lush green leaves. Strings of fae lights hang above, painting the scene with a soft, twinkling glow. Lanterns flicker, casting gentle shadows across the mossy ground, creating an absolutely enchanting atmosphere. It feels like a dream! It is a dream! But one that came true. Feyre's very own dream - the one the stars have made possible for her. The dream that was answered.

Feyre knows that her older sister Elain, with the help of her mate, Lucien, has truly outdone herself. They did all the decoration as well as the food preparation and Feyre couldn't be more happy and impressed about what they have created. It is truly stunning, so stunning she has to fight the tears now bubbling up in her eyes. This day…it is all she could have ever dreamed of. 

A starlit sky spreads above them, a breathtaking dome of twinkling lights and with a crescent moon in the middle, creating a magical ambience. 

When Rhysand takes both his mate's hands into his, he leans in and kisses Feyre's brow and then takes a moment to look at her, just admiring her - her beauty, her smile, her eyes, his mate. 

His gaze strays again, landing on Gwyn and Azriel, standing next to the altar made of wooden branches with flowers and ribbons adding the finishing touch to it. Candles stand among the flower arrangements, their flames adding warmth and intimacy to the setting. 

The High Lord has to fight the grin from spreading over his face, knowing it would reach from one ear to the other. The priestess truly managed to get Azriel up here to sing with her. She is the only one who he would do it for, Rhysand knows this, and it makes him happy. His brother has also finally found happiness. In his mate. In Gwyn. 

Next to Gwyn and Azriel, Deidre, a priestess and Valkyrie from the Library steps forward, a large and ancient book open in her eyes. She wears a smile on her lips, edging on pride - after all she is allowed to hold the ceremony. 

She looks at Feyre first, then at Rhys and smiles anew. "We are gathered here on this wonderful evening to witness the union of Feyre, High Lady of the Night Court and Rhysand, High Lord of the Night Court. Although they sealed their bond a long time ago, they decided they wanted a wedding celebration where their family is present." Deidre pauses and smiles. She brushes her finger down the page and moves over to the next one.

Feyre and Rhys can't tear their gaze away from each other though, their love for each other still so strong. Nothing could ever come between them. They are still fully enthralled by each other, hearts beating in the same rhythm. 

Rhysand admires how beautiful she looks in her dress — another one his mother made back then. It is breathtaking, long and light blue, just like her eyes, adorned with small diamonds, lace and sparkling elements. She almost reminds him of one of the travelling spirits in the sky — bright, full of life and joy, stunning.

You look breathtaking my mate. Absolutely beautiful. Feyre feels a warm brush against her mental shields and her smile brightens. 

And I love this dress so very much, but I have a feeling it will also look very good on the floor tonight. 

His eyes sparkle, glowing almost a little mischievously. She can't wait for the moment where he will pull the dress down her body, where his lips and hand will then touch her skin where formerly her dress has been. 

Tugging at her hands, Rhysand brings her a little closer, the warmth of their bodies mingling, as well as their scents, hearts beating in the same rhythm. 

It is then that Deidre continues. "Feyre and Rhysand have met a long time ago, and their start and their journey was definitely not easy - no, not at all. But all throughout they had each other, held each other, supported each other, became each other's anchor. Only together they could get here. Only together they managed everything the way they did. Their relationship is one of power and strength and most importantly love. With every obstacle put into their way, this love got stronger and stronger. They conquered everything, saved the world. Became parents to a wonderful child, the biggest sunshine of the Night Court."

Deidre pauses again when a shuddering sob leaves Feyre. She turns her head, and Elain places Nyx who is almost vibrating with excitement and anticipation on the ground. Elain gives him a little push, signalling him that it is fine to run up to his mother and father. And Nyx does not hesitate.

Carrying the box with the ring made of silver with a small diamond of the deepest blue on top, in his hand, he starts running. His violet eyes sparkle like the brightest stars in the sky when he sets out for his parents, his little feet loudly padding on the in pedals and leaves covered ground.

All formalities are forgotten — why should they even care about them on such a beautiful day only surrounded by their family. Feyre sweeps him up, cradles him in her arms and kisses his cheek. Simultaneously, Rhys presses a kiss to the young boy's forehead, a single tear slipping out of the corner of his eye and landing on Nyx's suit. 

"Oh, daddy," Nyx mumbles and reaches for his father who immediately takes his son into his arms. "Don't cry." But Rhysand can't stop it. But he has to laugh through his tears, a big grin parting his lips and he tips his head back. Nyx is so big already, it is scary - just a short time ago he was nothing more than a tiny bundle in his arms. 

And now…now he is no longer a baby. He is the biggest luck and joy of his life. Rhysand's happiness is right in front of him, right in his arms. He is so proud of him. Nyx is so wonderful and amazing and he couldn't be any prouder to call the little boy his son. 

With Nyx everything became truly perfect. This family is home and happiness and he knows he couldn't be any luckier. Everything has happened for a reason. Everything has happened for them to end up here, for them to get right here, to experience this sort of bliss. This is fate. Meeting his High Lady was fate. Their lives had been planned out long before they were born and everything has happened just for them to end up here, right in this moment. 

On one arm the High Lord of Night holds Nyx, his other hand once again reaches for Feyre's hand, holding it gently, his thumb sweeping over the back of it. Rhysand calms himself a little, meeting Feyre's gaze when Nyx rests his head on his broad shoulder. Then the High Lord dips his chin at Deidre, signalling her that she can continue now. 

She nods at him and inhales a deep breath, then opens her mouth. "The couple has always stayed true to each other, believed in each other, relied on each other and endlessly loved and supported each other. You can't picture one without the other anymore. There is no High Lord of the Night without his High Lady. The two of them share a huge amount of love, but also a bond stronger than anything else. The mating bond, tying their souls and hearts together with invisible strings stronger than any other force."

"I love you," Feyre breathes when Deidre finishes. "So much." She holds Rhysand's gaze but reaches behind her where Nesta unfolds a piece of paper and hands it to her little sister. 

"And I prepared something for you."

With trembling fingers, she holds the piece of parchment in her hands, her heart rapidly beating inside her chest, hammering against her rib cage. She steals a glance at Rhysand's eyes, then looks at her son, cradled against his chest. With a smile, her gaze returns to the paper and drawing in one last deep breath she finally opens her mouth. 

"Rhys, when we first crossed paths, I admit, I didn't quite see us here. It would have been the last thing I could have imagined. Our start was, well, rocky at best. I called you a prick more times than I can count on two hands, and well, the shoe I sent flying at your head…let's not mention that, alright?" She giggles and looks at him again. 

Rhys is close to breaking, chest heaving with deep inhales, his eyes glossy. 

"But through it all, I've learned that love isn't always born from instant harmony. You have to get to know the other, manage to cross obstacles, to fight for love, to accept and respect to live and let live."

A happy smile graces her lips. "We've weathered storms, and I've come to see your true self—the parts you hide from the world and for a long time hid from everyone apart from yourself. I didn't shy away from you. You did not scare me. I love you, I love every part of you - darkness, power and everything. In you, I found a partner, someone who helped me find the person I was meant to be. Someone who taught me how to read and write and how to love and accept myself the way I am."

"You encourage my strength, you make me feel alive, you gave me wings so I could fly and see the world on my own, conquer every part of it and find happiness."

She gazes deeply into his eyes, the love evident in her every word. "And you, you never feared my power. You are unafraid of what I am capable of, of my true self. You respect my choices, value my opinions, and always, always ensure that I have a voice and can speak my mind. You see me, respect me, and have always done so."

The tears run freely and Cassian steps forward, placing a gentle hand on his brother's shoulder.

"And lastly," Feyre says and stifles a giggle. "Rhysand is the best mate in the whole word. Rhysand is the best husband in the whole word. Rhysand is the most amazing father any child could ever hope for. Rhysand is my mate, my husband, the father of my son, and I couldn't be happier."

As she finishes, a wave of applause, loud sobs and cheers fill the forest.

With Nyx on his arm, he lunges for her, cradling Feyre to his chest as well, showering her face with kisses. 

His vows, he reveals to her mind-to-mind, speaking softly, gentle, reciting everything he has told her so many times in their life together while Gwyn and Azriel start to sing their second song, falling into a perfect harmony, their voices beautifully matching, creating the most beautiful sound the Night Court has ever heard, enchanting everyone. 

Rhysand closes his eyes when he speaks to his mate through their mental bridge. He loves her, endlessly, and will never again leave her side, that is clear. "I love you my mate," he eventually says out loud, still holding her close, face wet with tears, kissing her brow. 

The song finishes, and Gwyn leans against her mate, Azriel folding his own hand over hers, holding her close while the two of them watch the High Lord and Lady. 

"Thank you for the beautiful words, High Lady," Deidre says, "Please, now, repeat after me!”

“I, Rhysand, High Lord of the Night Court take you Feyre, High Lady of the Night Court to have and to hold”

“...for better or for worse,”

“...for richer or poorer,”

“...in sickness and in health,”

“...to love,”

“...to cherish. … As long as we both shall live!”

“I do!” 

“I do!” Both of them say, tears gently streaming down their cheeks as they exchange smiles, their faces illuminated by sheer joy. Rhysand swiftly brushes his thumb across her cheek, locking eyes with her. Sniffling, she stares back at him, lost in the captivating gaze of those wonderful violet eyes she fell for years ago.

“I shall now pronounce you husband and wife once again,” Deidre announces.“You may kiss the bride now!”

With eager anticipation, Rhysand draws her close. Their hearts beat in unison as his lips meet hers in a tender, passionate kiss. It seals their vows. Cheers echo through the forest, celebrating love and joy. 

With radiant smiles, Feyre and Rhys step forward, hand in hand, their hearts brimming with love. Their family and friends line the path, their cheers and applause echoing through the forest, a symphony of joy and bliss reaching every nook and corner. 

Rhys carries his jubilating son, cradling him in his arms with a tender strength. The boy, wide-eyed and filled with wonder, looks around at the enchanting scene, his small hand grasping onto his father's shoulder. 

Feyre, her eyes sparkling with love and gratitude, walks beside him. Her hand, held by her husband, by her mate, warm against her own.

Petals rain down upon them. They meet everyone's gaze, full of love and joy while they walk over to the place where they will have dinner, the table and buffet once again beautifully decorated by Elain and Lucien - just like all the meals that have been cooked by them. 

Embraced by the warmth of their loved ones and the magic of their union, they celebrate until late into the night, Feyre and Rhysand joined by their whole family, dancing beneath the night sky, the wonderful songs enchanting their feet to keep moving and moving. 

Rhysand lets her twirl, her dress swishing over the ground, the lace and tulle rustling with every spin. When he collects her in his arms again, holding her close he kisses her head and in a low voice says, "To the stars who listen, Feyre darling."

"And the dreams that are answered." She beams and presses her lips against his, her hand placed on his chest, right atop his steadily beating heart. 

They dance and celebrate for long hours, getting lost in the love and joy of this day. And later, when Nyx is already fast asleep at Elain and Lucien's place, Rhysand makes love to his wife, to his mate, beneath a skylit sky, worshipping her and reminding her once again how much he loves her.

#feysand #feyre x rhysand #feyre archeron #rhysand #acotar #acosf #acotar gift exchange

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So this is gonna be entirely too much info but like. I've fallen into reading your reader x Izzy fics and I LOVE them! I've been going through a hard time with it getting to Christmas and having no family, and the Izzy fics just make me feel lighter. So mostly just thank you thank you thank you!

Now the cheeky bit - is there any way we could get a Male reader x Izzy with a pride and prejudice element. My friend said something about Con O'Neil as Mr Darcy and I damn near swooned. Either like a Colin Firth wet white shirt scene or like anything like the Matthew Macfayden Darcy (The hands! The sopping wet pathetic man!)

If not, that's more than okay! I still love your work so much! And again, thank you so much for it!

Hi, anon! First of all, I completely understand how rough the holidays can be, especially without family around. My heart is truly with you during these times and I hope you can still find joy, peace, and love this winter. If you ever need anything, I am always in your corner. I know I'm just a random writer on Tumblr but I truly do care for you, each and every one of you, for that matter! I'm happy I could even bring you a sliver of joy with my work. Thank you endlessly for reading, and I am sending an abundance of my love your way <3 feel free to message me if you'd like, I'd love to be your friend! My messages are always open, everyone! But if not, that's okay too. I'm just happy to share this with you!

Anyhow, I absolutely lit up at this request—I love Pride & Prejudice! OFMD and P&P intertwining is honestly heavenly, I got so excited to write this that I put a pin on another x reader I was writing (never fear! You will all get this one by the end of the week if finals don't absolutely drain me!). This one is reminiscent of Pride & Prejudice and the vibes it emits, but more so, my own spin on it, as well as twists and turns. Like, Izzy honestly exhibits more of a Lizzie in this one but it's also very clear his actions parallel Darcy. I really, truly hope you enjoy this nonetheless!

Lastly, speaking of the holidays, I'm thinking of writing some holiday headcanons for Izzy or a few x readers regarding the holidays with Izzy! So stay tuned for that! Thank you everyone for your everlasting kind words, understanding, patience, and encouragement with my slight delay with writing in the past week.

My Gem | Izzy x Male Reader

Warnings: slight angst, some strong language, slight enemies to lovers, not so in depth research of 1700's aristocracy (even though I'm a damn dramaturg, but we'll look past that for now), made up my first non-canon canon character because just referring to her as "she" felt inhumane, brief mentions of fake suicide note, kissing

Word count: 2324

Thoughts of the first mate of The Revenge were absolutely consuming you. Devouring you alive, plaguing you—you truly couldn't get him out of your head no matter how hard you tried. Oh, yes, you tried. But there was no use. Daydreams would always swirl in your mind and they would only increase tenfold throughout the course of your days.

You were grateful that you at least didn't have to carry the burden of breathing the same air as Israel Hands anymore. You would even collapse being within ten feet of him, let alone seeing him every single day. Your chest ached even at the mere thought of the man.

To say you were confused by his last actions toward you was an understatement. Confused, embarrassed, miserable, even flattered...You couldn't get Izzy Hands out of your head. You couldn't get his hands out of your head...

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"So you really are doing this, then."

"Yes," you nodded. "I am. I don't belong here—"

"You are a damn great pirate," Izzy almost seethed. "I'll be damned if I believe you really want to go back to that...lavish lifestyle."

You looked slightly frantically behind you in hopes that no one heard Izzy's dig at what was about to be your life again. You hesitantly looked back at Izzy, almost biting your lip in disbelief. "I just need to do this."

"Really? That's all you have to say?"

"What—what else am I supposed to say?"

Silence loomed between the two of you. He nervously fidgeted with the coat that Stede had lent him to disguise himself as an aristocrat. He couldn't wait to toss it back into Bonnet's arms, but he needed this in order to see you off safely, without any suspicions of what you had been up to in your absence from the life you were born into. He knew full well that you were making a mistake, but that you couldn't be convinced of this. His chest ached upon realizing that you wouldn't change your mind, that he wouldn't be able to change your mind.

"Goodbye, Israel."

Instead of responding, Izzy carefully intertwined his fingers with yours as you were about to step up into the carriage. You froze, yet began to melt into his touch, his warmth. You finally met his eyes just as he let go of you, and before you knew it, you were riding off into the distance, Izzy becoming a small speck fading from your sight. Before he began to fade out of view, you caught a glimpse of him flexing his hand by his side as he watched you depart.

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You scoffed as the yellow carnation was pinned to your coat.

"Is something wrong, sir?" one of your dressers inquired, concern washing over his expression.

You almost laughed at such a question, thinking back to all of the late nights you spent studying flowers and their meanings, dying to tell him how this marriage was going to be doomed if you had to wear a yellow carnation. At the last minute, you decided against it, holding your tongue. "Everything is perfect. Thank you."

He nodded, exiting the room as soon as he finished dressing you. You turned toward the mirror, a frown falling onto your lips upon seeing your reflection. You had never dreaded a coming day like you dreaded tomorrow. Before you could internally lament further, a rhythmic knock was heard from your door. Genevieve—future wife. How delightful. It's not like you dreaded it every time she walked into a room, let alone walked over to your side, and it's not like you could tell she dreaded you all the same.

"Yes. Come in," you sighed, plopping down onto your bed. Only, it wouldn't be your bed anymore—you would share it with her, come tomorrow. Your solitude would be interrupted and put on pause forever.

Genevieve quickly rushed in, making sure to shut and lock the door behind her. She fixed her hair a bit as she did so.

"What is it that you want?" you demanded softly, your brows furrowing.

"Hello to you too," she rolled her eyes. "I'm not looking forward to tomorrow—"

"That makes two of us, Genevieve! Finally, something we can agree upon," you laughed, falling backwards onto the bed.

"Will you let me finish?" she crossed her arms without realizing it. Once she had in fact realized, an expression of guilt overcame her as she untwisted herself. A guilt you had never once seen her bear. You sent an apologetic look her way. "I'm not looking forward to tomorrow, nor the rest of our lives together, but I just wanted to say that you are lovely. I don't hate you. I just hate this."

"I don't hate you either," you sat up carefully, your head sort of spinning as you did so. "Far from it. This is just an...unfortunate situation we've found ourselves in."

"Yes," she agreed, carefully placing herself beside you on the edge of the bed. "You know, I would love you, if you were...there's no way to dance around this. I would love you if you were not a man."

"Oh!" you realized, looking over at her, relief crashing over you. "And I would probably love you if you were not a woman, quite honestly."

Genevieve gasped in delight, wrapping her arms around you as she laughed happily. You couldn't help but smile upon her embrace.

"Who is the lucky woman?" you playfully smiled, nudging her shoulder. You watched intently as you watched the pigment of her face turn rosy.

"Well...we've known each other since we were babies," she sighed happily. "But our families have been dear friends since before we were even conceived. It would never work out."

"Take "never" out of your vocabulary this instant!" you exclaimed, shooting up off the bed and onto your two feet.

"What are you planning?" Genevieve tilted her head.

You rushed over to your desk, filing through all that had piled atop it until you found a quill, some ink, and some parchment.

"We can't say you've run away—no, that would give hope that you're still alive and then you would be seeing wanted posters with your face plastered across trees anywhere you go," you sighed. "No. We'll fake your death instead. And you'll run away tonight."

Genevieve bit her lip concernedly. "Are you sure this will work?"

"I'm certain," you assured her. "Are you able to communicate this plan to your love before midnight?"

"Yes, she is coming to the rehearsal dinner tonight and I'm sure we'll sneak off to the gardens," she nodded.

"Wait—is that why you and Alice go there every time—"

Genevieve's hands flew up to her face, covering it as she giggled.

"My goodness!" you couldn't help but share the laughter. "Wow. I am not surprised, honestly."

"What about you?"

"Have I ever snuck off to a garden to—"

"No!" Genevieve rolled her eyes playfully. "Do you love another?"

"I..." you sighed. "Well, it's complicated."

"I've got time."

"I'm kind of upset with him at the moment. And I'm not sure how he feels about me. And I didn't realize I love him until after I left—"

"One thing at a time!" Genevieve tilted her head back to laugh. She place a hand on your shoulder. "Why does he have you upset?

"He held my hand before I left." you admitted, staring out the window as you spoke. Most days, you would have the curtains closed in order to mask the view of the ocean, as it would only bring you feelings of sorrow and regret.

"And you really question how he feels for you?!"

"Well, he's not like us," you frowned. "Believe me, I'm glad he's not. Though I just don't think he understands what a touch of the hand means to someone like me."

"You may come from different worlds with different values and rules, but holding hands is still an expression of affection wherever you come from," Genevieve pointed out.

"He did wear a fancy ensemble just to see me off safely..."

Once again, Genevieve's laughter filled the room. "You are blind!"

"It's just hard to tell with him!" you protested, laughing along with her. "He's hard to read. He's...very easily irritated."

"Is he like that when he's with you?"

"Less so, but yes," you shrugged. "He is a complicated man."

"But his feelings for you are apparent."

"My god, I need to go!"

"Yes, you do!" she encouraged you, patting you on the back.

"I can't right away. I have to get in contact with someone first, and if both you and I are found missing or dead by morning, it's going to be terribly suspicious—"

"You will find a way. I know it," she assured you. "Let's go and oversee the menu for tonight. I'm starved."

You laughed as she jokingly linked arms with you, leading you out into what you were about to leave behind once again.

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All had gone according to plan—you saw Genevieve and Alice off safely, and falsely mourned your fiancée the next day, and for only a few days after before Stede caught wind of your message. As soon as he had, you scurried to the beach, only bothering to bring a few possessions with you. You hadn't even bothered to leave a note—nothing attached you to the aristocratic life anymore. For good this time.

"Captain!" you exclaimed, almost out of breath. "Thank you. I'm so, so sorry."

"No need to apologize to me," Stede assured you warmly. "Believe me, I get it."

"I wish you warned me—"

"Oh, you wouldn't have listened," he teased. "I do regret having done the same thing you had, but if I hadn't, I never would have gotten closure with Mary and bade farewell to that side of me fully. You had to do the same."

"And you and Blackbeard—he forgave you?"

"We're working on it," Stede laughed. "He has, mostly."

"Do you think Izzy will ever forgive me? How is he?"

"Go see for yourself," Stede suggested kindly. "He's on watch tonight. I'll be in my quarters should you need anything at all."

Before you could thank him again, he vanished into the darkness. You smiled, though you could have swore your heart stopped upon the sight of Izzy Hands. You almost choked on the breath you had taken before gaining the courage to waltz over to him. Before you knew it, you were beside him once again. Izzy jumped upon sensing your presence.

"Jesus fuck," Izzy mumbled.

"Hello to you too."

"What the fuck are you doing here?"

"Oh, Izzy, I'm happy to see you too!"

"I'm serious—what the fuck? You just up and leave and then you're back. Is this some sort of pattern? How long will your stay be this time, perhaps only a day, maybe two—"

Without much thought, you found your fingers laced between his once again. Izzy's train of thought stopped in its tracks and all he could focus on now was the feeling of warmth that had been yanked away from him ever since you left, and that now, it had been restored. A warmth he thought he would never get to experience again, nor experience at all. Whenever he spent countless days and hours reminiscing upon it, he scolded himself, convincing himself that he should be grateful he got to feel that at least once in his life. It was one more time than he ever expected he would feel it. It should have been enough, but it wasn't even close. His heart began beating out of his chest—what was this feeling he couldn't quite place? He knew it all too well and he was tired of pushing it down to drown. Eventually, you softly removed your hand, and you noticed Izzy's hand flex by his side once again.

"Did it mean something to you? When you held my hand before I left."

"I was giving you a boost onto your ride," he shrugged it off, turning away in hopes that the darkness would hide his smile.

"Right," you laughed. "Izzy, seriously. I have been going crazy. Every single day, wondering if you ever understood what such a gesture meant to me or if it meant absolutely nothing to you."

"Of course it meant something to me, dammit," Izzy sighed. "You are such a fool if you thought for a second that it didn't."

You laughed breathlessly, relief overcoming you instantly as you pressed your forehead against his. The way the moonlight shone upon his face made him even more breathtaking, even more earth-shatteringly beautiful. You couldn't believe what your eyes were allowing you to see, and you couldn't believe how warm you'd felt. You almost swore you'd never shiver once again. Your lips softly grazed his forehead before you pressed another kiss upon his cheek, before resting your forehead against his once again, your eyes fluttering shut, butterflies flying around in your stomach as you reached for his hands once again.

"Mark my words. I will never, ever leave again—"

"Shh," Izzy gently whispered against your lips. "We can talk about it later."

"Later," you nodded gently as finally, your lips collided. Your heart did pirouettes as your lips danced against one another's. In the darkness of your vision, you caught a glimpse of your future aboard The Revenge, with Izzy. You had never seen so clearly, until now, that you had finally found the place you were meant to be after denying it for so long. You had found your family and your lover, and they were all gathered in the same place. This was a luxury that would always beat the fancy balls you attended, the gold-laced coats you wore upon your back, the gems you were gifted often. Izzy was your gem, and he made your life shine brighter than it ever had.

#ofmd #our flag means death #izzy hands #ofmd season 2 #izzy hands my beloved #ofmd s2 #x reader #izzy hands x reader #fanfic #ofmd izzy hands #pride and prejudice #loosely inspired by pride and prejudice #i'm back bitches #did you miss me i missed you guys #finals are kinda killing me but i'm also getting through it and my winter break is literally in a day #i love you all #i love my mutuals #please request #requests are open #male reader #my first male x reader i hope this was good!

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Tsukutabe favourite scenes - Episode 1

This post is inspired by @littleragondin who had done a series of posts of their fave scenes from Tsukutabe (She Loves to Cook and She Loves to Eat)!

I thought it'd be fun to do the same except I'm probably unable to choose just one from each episode… So I will rank my top 1-3 scenes! (And of course, thank you so much to @furritsubs for translating and subbing this show - Your efforts have brought me so much joy!).

#2: Nomoto having her love for cooking framed as something she should be doing for a man (or child)

Nomoto receives a comment tying her worth to her capacity to provide for a man or child. From Nomoto's reaction, it must be an all-too-common occurrence for her. 

The music here is pensive and troubling, and her face expressionless - a stark contrast to the opening scene where the sound is lively and fun, and she's bright and joyful.  Both times, she's doing something she loves, and you can see she's so caught up in cooking the frustration away here that she doesn't even realise she's made too much minced pork. She loves cooking, and right now, she's not enjoying it.

This is also the first time the show touches upon society's harsh expectations on women, paving way for the later reveal of Kasuga's painful and stifling childhood. 

As an aside, I appreciate that Sayama did not play along with their manager's comments to Nomoto. However, it's interesting that she didn't say anything to counter him either. By staying silent or ignoring it, she's complicit in perpetuating their manager's gendered views. Makes sense - they're in the workplace, their (male) manager is their superior, and such views on women can be the norm. Whether Sayama (or Nomoto) speak up or not, it's a lose/lose.

#1: Nomoto's face journey as she watches Kasuga eat (for the first time)

Here, we can see Nomoto's growing discomfort with Kasuga's silence. She's used to people openly and loudly applauding her food (both online and in-person) - and used to people twisting her love for cooking into what it's not. 

Yet Kasuga wordlessly eats. And eats. And eats. And Nomoto remembers the reason she cooks in the first place. Nomoto is stunned, and overwhelmed, and holding back happy tears. I love the journey Nomoto's face takes as she makes this realisation. It's as if watching Kasuga eat this first time has mended her heart from the pain of earlier (scene #2 above). 

In the end, Kasuga simply appreciates Nomoto's meal and thanks her. And that's all Nomoto needs.

#tsukuritai onna to tabetai onna #she loves to cook and she loves to eat #japanese gl #tsukutabe #GL series #I've not made fan content or written about media for probably over a decade??? #this show is making me feral #mine #TsukutabeFaves #Long post

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⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️WARNING!!! THIS BOOK WILL CONTAIN MATURE THEMES AND VIOLENCE PLEASE LEAVE IF IT WILL MAKE YOU UNCOMFORTABLE. I DO NOT NEED THIS BOOK TO BE REPORTED . YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.( Mentions of suicide, bullying, blood/torture ⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️( This book is going to have more matured themes  compared to my others, from smut scenes to non-con, lactation, drugging, hypnosis, abuse of power and over obsessiveness. Porn with plot? ( For the love of God you have been warned)

Chapter one

The loud ringing of  holy bells sent an uproar of excitement through the capital city.  

People of different species. Humans, Elves and beast folk all  gathered at the city square, their throats going sore from letting out cheers of  joy.

Young women and children throw flower petals into the air, men laughing merrily and breaking out into songs that told scared stories and sang praises to their most high, their scents all merging together to create a sweet smell of flowers and honey a scent of pure unfiltered happiness as the made their way to the Temple .

It was finally here.

After waiting for twenty five long years for the sun to clock perfectly into position the Siveria  Empire could finally celebrate the one who created their bountiful, vast and rich lands. The one who had been watching over them from for the very beginning, giving them plentiful harvest and good weather for majority of the year round. 

         ‡ †The Sun goddess Åpollonia† ‡ 

The beautiful dark skinned woman, who was born from a drop of pure sunlight falling into the rich earth and had risen with a heart as pure as gold, giving life and blessings to the domain under her rule. And now on the day of her birth as the Holy scriptures hard marked down, it was only fair that those under her protection would all gather to worship her and show their gratitude, singing her praises and sharing testimonies of her miracles.

 Who better to lead the whole week long festival than the child of light she appointed herself ? The saint who the goddess had graciously given them so they may continue to learn  how to be pure of heart and follow the ways of righteousness.

 The pride gemstone of their empire, a beacon of hope to the common people, who found it heart warming that a noble would leave the comfort of their wealth to come and educate and care for them. He was viewed as the epitome of perfection by the Siveria temple, being blessed to control sun and light månå.  Two very rare månå elements that could decide to show up  once in four generations, had been combined and was now being wielded by the man.

It wasn't much of a surprise since he was born into a prestigious Noble family, known for creating prodigies in mastery of swordplay, mystic and magic, but even with that he was already classified as a genius never before seen in his family or the Empires history, his skills going on to even rival that of the imperial family.

All these skills given to just one man. And an omega at that.  

That had been a let down at some point. The people had wanted a big strong alpha filled with charisma that could lead the people on the path of righteousness with a strong will, like all the previous saints. but after a while they grow to adore the soft spoken and kind male, who's  charms and caring personality were alluring to the eyes and sweet scent calmed even the rowdiest of folks to become soft mellow beings, despite his soft appearance, he had a strong voice that only fueled the people's belief and strengthened their resolve to do better for their beloved Empire and their glorious goddess. He was a person the people turned to for closure, for advice, for more teachings. He worked harder than all of his predecessor combined.

  He someone that had all  the people smitten by him, someone they could look upon without a doubt  and proudly say he was their  ' ØURÅ '

                       † SAVIOUR †

After everything he had done for them, they believed he deserved a  title befitting of his position.  Saint L/N was a blessing the people believed was too good for them.

The crowd gathered at the temple all holding their breaths in anticipation as they waited for the heavy wooden oak  doors decorated in ancient golden carvings to open, so the ceremony could officially start. 

Slowly but gradually the heavy doors pushed open, all falling silent as they entered the sacred marble building.  Quickly the crowd made their way to mass hall, bowing their heads to show respect to the giant golden statue that had been carved in the likeness of their goddess, then going to find seats so they could start the festival off with a  prayer and standing in the middle of the huge room, next to the alter to greet the people on this special day was none other than the Head priest himself.  A tall man standing at 6'0 and dressed in the ceremonial white and gold robes for the special occasion, his long silver hair braided neatly so they wouldn't get in his face, making his grey eyes visible, his thin peach lips pulled into a calm smile.

Caleb Treavon.

The first Head priest ever from a commoner background and the youngest one at just the tender age of 29 ( very young since until him all the other priest got their position in their early forties ). And he had  was a beta. That was a recipe for disaster

There had been much debate during his debut, and at a point even assassination attempts were made on his life, but once they saw they couldn't forcefully get rid of him they mellowed down and started to spread rumors. Whispers going about the air. ' He's far to young ' they cried out ' A commoner?!! He's not well educated the Holy temple will lose its prestige and fall. What was the former head thinking? ' they wailed. ' Not to worry. It's only a matter of time before he steps down. He will soon realize that such a hard job wasn't meant for someone like him. He's just s boy with his mind lost in the clouds '. They sneered and then they mocked, all patiently waiting for the young man to drop and give up, only to watch in horror, distaste and very few in awe as he shattered their expectations. He established new laws in the temple and destroyed the old ones that treated commoners like dirt and favoured the nobles more. He said. 

 " Everyone is Equal in the eyes of the goddess and they shall be treated so in her holy ground "

His actions caused  the Nobles rage, but He had already won the support and heart of the common folk and his brave display during the harsh attempts on his life and finding a middle ground between the two social classes made the Emperor bestow him with a medal of bravery, that made him untouchable.  He had achieved so much at such a young age and the people grow to love and adore him, the only person more respected than him other than the imperial family was of course Saint L/N. No one would ever be able to compare to their lovely omegan saint.

Caleb's smile grow even more as the crowd of people cheered for him, but with a flick of his right hand they all immediately fell into perfect silence.

The way they obeyed immediately sent a surge of power and smugness through him​ 

He cleared his throat before his loud voice resonated through the huge building.

" Dear brothers and sisters. Children of Åpollonia. I graciously welcome you all to the opening of the 874 Sun ceremony. We all managed to live to see such a blessed day and for that we have only to the goddess to thank for "

thr congregation erupted into a soft appulse , before they all fell into a silent prayer, reciting ' the song of doves ' a prayer point from the holy book.

Once their attention was back on him Caleb continued.

" During this festival we usually have a member from the imperial family open  with us, but the imperial court has been facing some difficulties lately, so that will not be happening today "

A mummer  rushed through the crowd. They were used to the nobility not joining them because of the class difference,but the imperial family was a different matter. They were the monarchs of the empire and not even one of them being free to attend such an important event called for worry. Was the Empire going to war, was a famine happening? What could be going on?

" Not to worry though, the crown prince will arrive later to greet you during the sun drop event..... "

the crowd visibly relaxed a little

" But until then the rest of the ceremony will be blessed by the presence of our Lovely Saint L/N, who has managed to spare enough time from his busy schedule to be available through this week's long festival "

whatever worry the people had left disappeared as an excited chattering took over the once gloomy hall.

' oh my goodness?! Saint L/N is coming?? '

' Uwwah~ That's so cool!! I thought we would only be able to see him during the last day '

' Can you believe he made time in his busy schedule just to start the sun ceremony with us?  His heart really is made of gold '

' My heart is pounding so fast that I think if I see his beautiful face now I might die from a heart attack ' 

' Who needs the imperial family if we can see our lovely saint everyday of through out this week. They should miss more of the important festivals then if this is always going to be the outcome '

 Another hand in the air was enough to silence the people once more and the beta male's grow more.

" Yes. So without further ado.....

       WE WELCOME HIS HOLINESS , THE  FIFTEENTH SAINT GIVEN TO US BY THE GODDESS ÅPOLLONIA....  "

The huge white doors on  the farther side  of the room opened and everyone watched as a thick red carpet rolled down to the alter, followed by two lovely little rabbit hybrid girls,  dressed in matching pure white silk dresses and flower baskets in their hands. They giggled softly to each other as they dropped rose petals on the carpet leaving a lovely trail of flower petals behind them.

After the girls had made their way to the alter they both held hands and cutely courtesied to the crowd, drawing an appulse from the people, before they ran to one of the temple attendants, the giggling happily as their care taker picked them up to join the other temple children in the backroom.

The room fell into silence as the sweet and calming scent of  lilac and cherries wafted into the air. He was finally here.

A dainty figure walked in, the robe he wore following behind him and hiding his delicate form. For such an important figure the robe he wore was simple, but the gold embroidery designs on the material made him look elegent. In his right hand he held the Sun drop staff, the staff said to be created from the same drop of sunlight as Åpollonia herself and an ancient artifact that has be passed down to all saints/saintesses through the ages and he held it with pride and dignity

It looked as if he was floating on air as walked towards the alter. The people watched awestruck, their gazes never leaving his form and even with everyone watching him like a hawk, the smile on his lush pink lips never faltered. 

How could they not though?

Milky white skin.

Rosey pink hair

Diamond like blue violet eyes

He was an angel.

       

    His Holiness Saint Oriol L/N truly was an angel sent by the goddess herself.

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" M/N! M/N! Did you see us? " a small red haired rabbit girl squealed as she hugged her s/c caretakers side a big grin on her on her face.

"Yeah! Yeah! Did you see us? We led the pretty saint in with the pretty dresses the head priest bought for us " another rabbit girl added, her long blonde hair bouncing around her as she jumped up, her small hands gripping his robes tightly,

" Oh of course I did Penelope you were so cute, you too Annabelle. You both  are turning into lovely ladies "  the e/c male praised , making the two kits giggle around him, as they followed him to the common room. Their laughter making the baby in the baby in the h/c male's arms squeal in excitement despite not knowing what was going on, the action making M/N smile.

They walked further to a rather secluded place in the huge building, stopping in front of a large door, excited chattering could be heard on the other side. Shifting the pup gently in his arms to free up his other arm, opening the door he couldn't help how his heart melted at the sight before him.

Children running around in a rather small room with bunk beds, laughing and playing games with each other. It stung when he remembered they had been denied of being present for the opening of the ceremony.

 After all nobody wanted to associate with the children of criminals. The offspring of  traitors  who betrayed the Empire. Even though they were all to young to properly understand what was going on, yet they were still being judged for the sins of their parents.

The chatter died down as the children turned to look at who was at the door, their tense shoulders immediately they saw their sisters and baby brother, their loving caretaker standing calmly behind them with his usually sweet smile not one of those mean monks.

The silence lasted for a few moments, before they all cheered and rushed towards them, gushing over the girls and asking questions.

" oooh~ your dresses are so pretty! Did you really walk the saint to the alter ? " Phoebe a cute little elf girl asked, her purple eyes filled with awe as she gripped the book she had been formerly reading closer to her chest,  and penelope puffed up her chest in pride  nodding eagerly " uh huh. Me and Annabelle pulled out roses and spread them on the carpet for him " the red head said her green eyes glimmering with a smug look as she put her hands on her hips.

" Yeah. Yeah. See? My hands still smell like roses " Annabelle said bringing her hands forward and Phoebe smelled them, nodding her head in agreement. " Yeah they really do. Wow it must have been nce to do that " the elf girl said, her usually preppy voice lowering down a bit, and M/N couldn't stop his smile from falling a bit at her disheartened look.  " Don't worry FiFi I'm sure we'll be able to go out for the festival ceremony this event, so cheer up "  the girl perked up as a hand touched her shoulder, her smile coming back as she saw the source of the nice words. " Mmhm. Yeah your right Robin. Then we'll be able to see the fireworks too " phoebe gushed excitedly, penelope and Annabelle joining her, making the older boy laugh. " See that's the spirit " he added as the three girls started dancing around him in a ring, joining in when they dragged him along. The petite s/c male watched laughing when they fell down in a pile, their playfulness causing the baby in his arms to giggle at the sight as he stretched his chubby arms towards their direction. " Their a rowdy bunch aren't they " a soft voice said, causing M/N too grin as he recognized the voice. " Are you sure Sophia ? You know, I can still remember having to climb up the oak tree in  temple garden to get you off because you got stuck in and couldn't get down. None of them have gotten to that level of mischievousness yet " the h/c man teased the tween black haired girl by his side, making her huff. Her cheeks turning red.

" I... I saw a Cryter bird a..and I got curious. T.. that's d.. different " the girl huffed out crossing her arms around her chest, making her guardian chuckle. " Hah! As if. You wanted to beat me in a tree climbing contest and obviously I won. You just got to scared to climb down on your own like the big baby you are. " Sophia's face burst into deep cherry red colour as she turned over to glare at the person mocking her, her stare hardening at the smug look like on his face.

" Shut it Tobi! I wasn't scared. L..like I said I got distracted and stop calling me a baby! " Her words only made the dark skin boy laugh, her blush growing worse at his actions and she stopped over to him,and the began their usual petty and bicker.

M/N shook his head softly at the sight, but his smile never left as he watched the children with found eyes. " Your big brothers and sisters look like their having fun, right Louis? " He whispered gently to the baby in his arms, causing the pup to smile at him, showing his pink gums.

Despite everything they had gone through they all still managed to be playful kids, no trauma from their past being strong enough to hold them down and M/N wished he could do more for them because of that. Wished he could give them all the childhood they were entitled to enjoy. And he was getting closer to it too.

He was happy the Head priest had listened to his suggestion, using the girls to introduce the saint. It was cute and it would tempt people to try and adopt the children staying in the temple. They needed better homes, as much as it would break his heart to see them leave he knew it was for the best.

A loud cough behind him snapped him out of his thoughts and made him flinch, the noise startling the children in the room and the pup in the omega's arms, making the h/c male start to rock him before he started crying.

The faint scent of mint and lime filled his nose and M/N felt his stomach tie itself it knots as he realized who it was. He turned around and bowed at superior, not raising it up until he was given permission and e/c eyes looked up to meet condescending blue ones

Ezekiel Mist

A recessive alpha that tended to be mistaken as an omega due to his feminine face and ' soft ' scent, but coming from the influential Mist household, ( a house known to birth only alphas ) quickly made people abandon the thought. He was seen as someone who had good morals, because  he gave up his lavish life style to help with running the Temple. A well recognize member of the temple who was known for being a perfectionist and followed the rules.

His dedication earned him the spot of being Saint L/N's personal assistant, despite having joined the temple only a year ago. He was well respected among the other members of the temple and the treated them well enough. Well all of them except M/N, but then again no one in the whole temple usually gave the s/c male the time of day.

Ezekiel stared at the smaller male and the pup a bit longer before his eyes trailed to look inside the room, the emotion in  his eyes turning to disgust for a brief moment, then going back to normal as he looked back to the s/c nun, clicking his tongue at his disheveled state.

His one size to big uniform was a mess of wrinkles and baby powder and he reeked of milk. His hair was going every where and the dark bag under his eyes was an indication that he hadn't been getting any proper sleep. Ezekiel's lips formed a sneer at the sight.

" M/N. I thought I told you to get ready by one? Your the one in charge of looking after the sitting arrangements for the nobles, then going through the files sent by the imperial court, after that the elder monks need you to go to harbor side and retrieve their order of Rose thorn essence for the cleansing ceremony tommorow morning. With how long you've been learning under the temple anyone would think you would have learned to prioritize your time by now "

The h/c male stood their not saying a word as he waited for the man to finish talking, occasionally letting out apologies. He needed to stay calm. The children were watching, he didn't need them getting in trouble because of his silly mistake.

Ezekiel let out a frustrated sigh and brought his hand to rub his temples, muttering under his breath " No wonder lord L/N decided to disown you, completely useless in every way possible. " The comment made M/N go stiff, his past flashing through his eyes for a split second and he felt his throat go dry.

The children could only watch the scene unfold to scared to speak up. The youngest on the group hid behind the three older ones, tears streaming down their cheeks as they tried to block out the man's harsh words.

Once the blue haired recessive finished the omega nodded his head in obedience, handing louis over to Sophia, his chest growing tight as he noticed the frightened look on their faces, but his hands were to tied to try and comfort them, he could only send a calming smile their way  as he walked out. 

" Oh and make sure none of them leave this room, the sight of them during the festival could stir up unwanted trouble " M/N's e/c hues widened in panic.

This hadn't been part of the deal he had with the Head priest a month ago. He promised after doing all those a necessary task, and arrangements ( instead of using the money the imperial family had sent for the occasion )  that he would allow the children to leave for the festival this night. That had been their damn agreement. He opened his mouth to protest, but the icy look sent his way made him close it just as fast and he weakly nodded his head in agreement, watching helplessly as the taller male walked away.

The words made Penelope, Annabelle and Phoebe cried louder, their vioces making Louis start to whimper and join in. Sophia,Robin and Tobi tried to calm them down, but M/N didn't miss the crestfallen look on their faces and his heart squeezed tightly at the sight.

He begrudgingly closed the door and started walking away.  He had work to do. But first..............

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Standing in front of the huge doors M/N took in a deep breath, trying to calm his beating heart.  His hands shaking making the silver tray in his grasp shake a bit,the contents in it almost spilling. All he had to do was drop the tray and get out. Balancing the tray in one hand he used the other to knock on the door, almost immediately a soft voice told him to come in. Wanting to get this over with he entered.

On the other side of the door was a study. The walls painted a soft white and gold colour with ornate paintings covering the ceiling.  White marble tiles plastered on the ground. Tall shelf's filled with books could be seen at every corner of the room, a lounge chair with cream coloured leather was placed next to a huge open window, the soft sun rays spilling into the room and in the center of it all was a pure white mahogany desk, with stacks of paper work resting on it's surface and seated behind the desk was none other than the holy Saint himself.a warms smile on his lips as his jewel eyes watched the smaller male enter.

" May the sun keep you guarded and blessed your holiness " the smaller omega greeted, bowing his head, his actions making a huff leave the pink haired male's lips.

" Come M/N. I've told you to stop calling me by my title when it's just the two of us. You should call me by my name " Oriol said softly, his voice almost having a scolding tone to it as he watched the h/c male set the tray in his hands in front of him, his sharp eyes not missing how he flinched at his request.

" I'm sorry , but I can't do that my holiness. That's disrespectful and I might get in trouble for it. The walls have ears " the h/c man replied, not missing how the larger omega's lips fell into a scowl for a moment, quickly reverting back to his calm smile. Bowing to the seated male, standing up and trying to get to the door so he could leave, only to hear papers crashing the ground and a small gasp following it followed by a flurry of apologies.

" I'm so sorry M/N I wanted to eat and work at the same time, I didn't mean to honest. Could you please help me ? "

     Not like you can refuse.

It was something the two of them knew, and forcing a smile on his face M/N shook his head as he walked over to the scattered pile on the floor. " It's not a problem your holiness,  you must be stressed because you've been so busy. There's no need to beat yourself over it " the s/c nun said as he bent down to gather the pile, trying to ignore the eyes fixed on his from.

Gathering the last visible paper M/N tried to stand up only for Oriol's voice to stop him. " Ah. Sorry but some papers fell under the bookshelf, could you please get them for me? " The pink haired male asked innocently smiling at him as he brought the teacup to his lips to take a sip and for a split second the h/c male regretted not dropping the poison he had into the drink. Nodding his head M/N lowered his upper body to the ground as he glanced under the shelf, his back arching upwards, making his hips go up in the air, his usually oversized uniform hugging his form and showing off his curves for a few moments, before the smaller male sat up, a frown on his plump lips. " There's nothing  here sir " he said waiting for a reply, receiving a shocked look first then a sheepish smile.

" Really? Ah then I'm sorry, I've wasted your time haven't I ? " M/N tried to speak up to get cut off. " No no. I know your busy yet I still kept you here. Look how bout I make it up to you later ? " Again the s/c male tried to protest but was cut off.

" I insist M/N. I expect you to be in my chambers around ten. I have something to give you, also we need to have a talk about the children under you care. It would be in your best interest of you came. Besides I have a letter from Father~ "

What followed after those words was a tense silence, then a defeated sigh. " I will see to it your holiness " M/N replied dropping the neatly stacked papers on the desk before quickly walking out, closing the door softly behind him.

Once he was outside in the hallway, the petite male resisted the urge to scream. His brother could never take no for an answer, he always found a way to get what he wanted.

M/N could bet he was just going to gloat and mock him behind closed doors, tell him how much of a failure he was. Tell him how he was a stain to the family name.  

He could bare it. This wouldn't be the first time someone had done. He could handle it. He just needed to be strong. Shaking his head to clear his thoughts, he quickly hurried away. 

He had work to do.

 Firstly to the harbor for the herbs

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It was almost 10:56 when  M/N stumbled finished his duties and managed to put the children to sleep, soothing them was a hard task when they could hear the fireworks and celebration happening from the room. Louis was the hardest to calm down, the pup was angry and it took longer than it usually would to calm him down.

The petite omega was sore all over, once he was done with this damn meeting he was going to take a cold bath and take off the stupid scent collar he had around his neck them have a well deserved sleep until three the next morning when this brutal cycle will begin all over again.

The side of temple that belonged to Oriol was heavily  guarded knights at every corner. Monks could be spotted roaming around the place awake to keep vigil on this holy night, the smell of rosemary herbs burning in the air to ward off evil.  Only the best protection for the Empire's most prized possession.

Gulping down his anxiety , he walked down the hallway, his gaze on the ground, trying his best not to flinch at the harsh gazes directed towards him.

Taking in a deep breath he ran over the plan in his head. He just needed to apologize for being late and get this whole ordeal over with.  He stopped when he reached his destination, his form  shrinking at the sight of the two heavily armoured knights standing guard at in front of the door. Gulping down his fear the omega spoke up. 

" U..uum I'm here to see his Holiness. H..he requested for me earlier today " he managed to stutter out, wincing at how shaky his own voice sounded. The guards stared at him, seeing his description matches to the one they were given they moved aside and let him pass, said male quickly entered the room wanting to be away from their judging eyes.

The door closed behind him with a loud thud and M/N let out a sigh of relief, the relief quickly dying as the strong smell of phermones along scent of lust and silck filled his nose violently snapping him out of his thoughts as he coughed trying to clear up the smell and desperately trying to take in a breath of fresh air and failing miserablely as all he could inhale were more phermones.

What was going on? 

He has been so focused on trying to breathe that he hadn't noticed anything else in the room. A very loud wanton moan echoing in the huge space did that for him.

The sound made his s/c cheeks turn red in embarrassment and he tried to process things at a more faster rate, all thoughts dying as he watched the scene in front of him unfold.

There was the blessed Saint of the Freverian Empire, the one said to be as pure as lamb, completely undressed. His normally neat and tidy hair sticking to his sweaty face, his clear milky pale skin covered in purple and red bruises from his neck to his chest, rosy pink buds hard and seeking any form of attention. His dick standing erect between his thighs and M/N couldn't help but notice he was larger than the average omega, those factors were shocking yes, but the icing on the cake was that the pink haired male had his ass and mouth stuffed with the cocks of two other larger male's and if the loud moans spilling from his lips indicated anything it seemed he was enjoying himself

Very much

 Other than the saint's slutty moans ,the sound of skin slapping against skin , squelching noises and the hard creaking of the king sized bed were echoing in the room and how he didn't even hear the noise before he didn't know, but one thing was for sure he needed to leave. Yet he couldn't find the strength to tear his eyes away from the seen, his e/c eyes glowing with curiosity as he watched. 

 Even though Oriol's skin was marked it still had that eternal look to it, seeming to glow in the moonlight spilling in through the open windows though to the smile shin of sweat, his eyes trailing lower to watch how his ass seemed to swallow the member entering him without any difficulties, his round ass jiggling everytime he took the man's dick to the hilt, his soft skin smacking the knot  of the man underneath him, as everytime he slammed back down harder it seemed like it would actually slip in and keep him in place. E/c trailed up, wincing a bit when he noticed the huge bulge in his throat as the pretty male wrapped his lips around the other male's cock. The same lips he would use to smile innocently at the crowds of people during parades while preaching words of the holy book. The peoples precious Saint commuting such a sin on the very first night of the sun ceremony.

M/N knew he was supposed to leave, slam the door open and run away from this place, but he just couldn't tear his gaze away from the pink haired male as his eyes trailed upwards only to freeze as he felt his heart drop to his stomach, his already dry throat going parched.

Staring back at him was blue violet eyes that seemed amused? The way he lowered his eyes making pink lashes flutter gently on his cheeks gave him an even more seductive look. With how focused his gaze was he  probably been watching the petite h/c male since he first entred and thought made M/N's blushed grow worse.  Oriol knew he had been there since the very beginning yet he didn't stop, with how the flushed head of his cock seemed to be dripping out precum it seemed the attention on him turned him on even more. A tantalizing shock ran down the s/c male's spine and he could feel his underwear getting tighter.

He needed to leave. Now

Cursing at himself for staying so long he turned and tried to open the door realizing that no matter how much he pushed it pulled it wouldn't budge, if anything the noise only attracted the attention of the two larger male's in the room.

Oriol watched in amusement as the petite male tried to open the door, laughing in his head at how bad he was failing and decided he had teased him enough. He sild his mouth off the recessive's dick, releasing the pulsing appendage with a wet 'pop' sound, watching as it twicthed helplessly in the cold air covered in saliva and precum. To bad he had grown to bored of it to give the man his release. Ignoring the whimpering alpha in front of him, the smaller male pushed himself up from his sitting position, taking the other Alpha's dick out of him, ignoring the blond male's whine as he climbed down the bed.

A growl from him was enough warning for the two to not touch themselves, before he  sensually walked over to the still desperate h/c male, frowning when he noticed their was no scent on him, catching glimpse of the scent collar around his neck.

Oh well he could deal with it later, he had waited years for this moment, he could wait a few more for the stupid scent collar, but first....

Using his larger frame to his advantage, Oriol pinned M/N's hands to the door, leaning in closer to let his breath fan against his face, letting out his scent to try and intoxicate the more submissive male and get him to submit easily ( but he wouldn't mind a struggle, got his blood boiling ), leaning closer and purposely grinding his leaking cock on the s/c male's clothed ass, not caring about how he stained the fabric, as a groan left his lush lips feeling the soft skin of the others plump ass through his clothes.

His actions made M/N struggle harder a broken plea leaving his lips and Oriol laughed. Not the sweet laughter he gave to the people or his friends he considered close. It was cynical and mocking.​

" Ne~ your begging me to let you go, yet you were the one who just stood there while watching your younger brother get dicked down, and you even got hard from it? My my ~ I never knew you were such a pervert big brother. Sadly I can't let you go. We haven't discussed your punishment for coming late yet ~ "

The way the pink haired male purred out his words in such a silky soft voice only sent a cold shiver down the s/c male's spine and his struggling stopped for a moment to see the smug look behind him.

And for the second time in his life ever since the first incident, despite his angelic appearance, M/N saw Oriol as the devil he really was. 

Only this time he wasn't sure he would be able to escape.

Hi guys. So umm.... I have no excuse other than being horny. It's shitty I know , I know, but if I stay up all night because of this so will you. Still hope you like it.

* this story is actually on a hiatus on quotev because I lost the motivation for it, but I wanted to post the chapters I've written here. I hope you all enjoy *

#omegaverse #mc #x omega male reader #x male reader #nobility #omega male reader #x bottom male reader #smut #dark #Holy Grail #Oriol

[princess-tulip-writes]

late night gossip • azriel shadowsinger

summary: just a little slice of life blurb with azriel and his mate making fun of cassian before bed :)

“you’re so sweet, sweetheart.” azriel chuckled out, a playful look in his eyes as they stayed on your smiling face. “go on, tell me more.”

“then, nesta was beating him with the walking stick!” you exclaimed, irrupting into laughter at the memory of your best friend and his mate getting into a foolish fight.

your mate joined you, imagining what the sight would be like and finding it utterly hilarious. the sound was unfamiliar to many, the shadowsinger always stoic and professional around most— others were sure that the male couldn’t all but smile or chuckle, never laugh.

but, around his family— around you, laughter was a common reaction from azriel.

“please tell me he screamed.” he added hopefully.

your eyes widened as you leaned over the table dramatically, your palms slapping hard onto the wood as you lunged forward; your mate hadn’t even flinched.

“he did! like a female! it was amazing.” you answered, laughter increasing between you two.

the sight of you two was like a painting of your high lady’s; a beautiful, domestic setting of two lovers having a laugh as they ate dinner and caught up with eachother’s day.

azriel’s hair was growing out past his rounded ears and had turned a bit curlier than usual. you found it absolutely stunning how he could pull off anything, especially the stray curl that fell over his face just then as he leaned back and laughed freely.

you sat across from one another at the table, staring at each other as you both giggled. the fire was burning next to you both, and a vase of flowers sat in the middle of the wooden table azriel made on your honeymoon.

the scene was something out of a domestic day dream and neither of you wanted to snap out of it. ever.

his grin was wide, beautiful teeth flashing at you as he caught his breath, raven hair falling over his hazel eyes that showed nothing but adoration for you.

“it’s really humbling for him, honestly.” you added, a tear falling down your eyes from laughter.

he agreed, and in addition shared with you a silly memory from his younger years that humbled the mighty general even more in your eyes. by the end of the story, you both were nearly falling off your chairs.

“no way! three times?” you wailed between cackled roars. “he fell for it three times?”

azriel giggled— actually giggled, with his tongue caught between his teeth prettily as he nodded excitedly in confirmation.

a beat passed before you inhaled sharply, fighting to brung air back into your lungs weakly. the euphoria of laughing and feeling the shared happiness with your mate made you feel full yet lightheaded, but you’d never complain when it was only you, other than his family, who got to have moments like this with him.

“cassian could never tell when we were fucking with him or not.” he said after he caught his breath. “it’s what made everything so entertaining.”

even though he had been roaring with joy for the past hour, his voice still the same as it always sounded when he was with you; soft, steady and deep.

your heart thumped into your stomach at the almost steady sound returning, heat flooding your cheeks as if it was your first time hearing it again. this was one of those random times where you silently thanked the mother for giving him to you so kindly.

the air settled after a few minutes of pure, blissful silence as you both caught up to your breaths and tried to ease the painful smiles that now stung your cheeks, but it was difficult given how much happiness poured from each of you.

finally, azriel cleared his throat; a smooth, deep sound that scratched the quiet room.

“my love, i have enjoyed this evening so much, thank you.” he smiled softly, purely. “let’s go to bed.”

you smiled back lazily and nodded in agreement, deciding that you were a tad drowsy as well.

“of course, my love.”

#azriel 🌷 #azriel shadowsinger #azriel shadowsinger fluff #azriel shadowsinger blurb

[besthimbomachine]

my love when it counted. 09

summary: With Wrestle Kingdom done both you and Kenny return to your daily lives. Now no longer in a cold war with each other backstage you both grow closer, becoming friends getting used to each other's presence as part of your routines. So, when Kenny's injuries flare back up, forcing him out of the ring again, you use a match close to his home as your chance to drop by for a visit. pairing: kenny omega x reader word count: 8424 warning: the tiniest bit of angst if you squint, smut (oral male receiving) kenny said ps5 and chill but he got much more than just chill. so, as per usual, I had to break this chapter in two, so today's chapter is half plot half smut, chapter 10 will be mostly smut. but it's a good thing it means I have more freedom to make the smut better and to put in a little scene after the smut I was thinking of cutting off. fun fact is this chapter is kinda based on experience seeing as I started hooking up with my boyfriend when I dropped by his home one day to watch anime. it wasn't the first time I went there, but it was the first time we got a bit high alone together.

09.

The days following Wrestle Kingdom and that fateful trip to Japan proceeded slowly, almost as if nothing had happened. Kenny tried hard to convince himself nothing did, fighting to forget your words, reminding himself constantly that you were drunk and probably wouldn’t even remember them. Different from your previous flight, for your trip back you weren’t on the same plane as Kenny. He was left spending the long hours of the flight with his own thoughts, and he found himself missing your presence, and worrying about how he knew you didn’t like such long trips by plane. You were like a ghost in his mind, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t get rid of your presence.

Just as he landed at the airport after his flight, Kenny was surprised to find a message from you on his phone. Your trip had been just a couple of hours shorter than his, so you were already at home, checking up to see how he was doing. The two of you weren’t in the same hotel, and both of your flights had been in the morning, so you didn’t really have much of a chance to see each other after the party. No matter how much he wanted to deny it, seeing the message brought a warmth to his heart, smile spreading from ear to ear. He told himself it was foolish to let such a small thing bring so much joy to his heart, but the damn organ refused to listen.

You two keep in touch after the trip, and in a couple of days you tell him that the doctor had decided to still keep you two weeks away after your return to the US. Though Kenny was happy to see you rest and heal, at the end of these two weeks he couldn’t hide from himself how much he had been missing you. The last time you had both been in a show together was before the Christmas party - back when you couldn’t even look each other in the eye. In a way, this made things seem somewhat unreal for Kenny, like the past few weeks had been a dream, like the next time he saw you backstage it would all be back to what it was before.

But his fears never materialize. When the time comes and you two meet again at a show, reality finally crashes down upon him, and for the first time Kenny gets to watch one of your matches without hiding in some lost corner backstage. Seeing you back was beautiful, your power and ferocity in full display, like a storm crashing with thunderous force. An experience made even better now that he could finally go and congratulate you after the match. Finally free to bask in the light you shone.

With time, Kenny started to get more at ease in your presence. You’d ride with them to the airport and hotel, seeing as you usually took the exact same flight as Nick and Matt, often eating with them after shows, and at times you’d have the hotel breakfast with them too. On some weeks, you’d spend the night before the show with them, though you were usually doing something with one of the girls. It was weird, after so many years having you around like this, but it was a type of weird he could get used to.

Outside the shows you kept in touch with him too, at the start it was just messages, but soon enough you’d be playing games together when you had free time. He had almost forgotten that part, the small things that brought him joy, the simple things you did together for fun all these years ago. He had always liked playing games with you, whichever one you chose - and he had missed it, god, in those awful first days he missed these things the most. To have this back now, even if things weren’t the same, was a gift he never imagined he’d get.

As the days went you started growing closer, all the shared interests and personality quirks that had brought you together before now bringing you into a friendship Kenny felt lucky to have. Though, he couldn’t deny, sometimes in the dark of the night, when he sat alone in his room, that friendship still brought a bittersweet pang to his heart. Like the memory of a taste that stubbornly lingers on his lips. One that he could suppress at most times, but that came crashing down on others with the power of a tidal wave. 

There were some days when Nick and Matt wouldn’t have breakfast with him at the hotel, but you still did anyway. Some days when you’d spend the night before a show with him, going out to eat or playing games together. There were even some days when you’d let him be the one to help you prepare for a match, in these few rare days he’d feel like he could touch the sun and get away unburnt. Though his heart still knew the weight it carried, dragging him back to the ground whenever he got to see Adam being the one helping you with that. It hurt, but Kenny knew he had to push that pain back.

So despite the weight of his feelings and the way he felt his heart falter near you, he enjoyed what he had. The hotel breakfasts and car rides together. The joys you shared over video games and eating out. Laughing together again, congratulating you after a win and offering support after a loss, and getting the same things from you. And there were even times when you were together outside of work. Whenever Matt or Nick came to visit Kenny at his home, sometimes they’d bring you, since you lived so close to them. He had so much now that he never imagined he ever could have. Then why did his heart still insist on wanting more?

And as the weeks turned into months, passing slowly by him, Kenny learned to focus on just cherishing what he could have while suppressing his true feelings for you. Suppressing the burn in his mind when he saw Adam around you, and the pain in his chest that had the annoying habit of always coming back up. And it worked - well enough at least - you two working together and spending time together without problems. There was a sense of peace there, one Kenny had yearned for so long that not even his damn heart could take away.

Over the months, spending time around you during the shows had become a routine for Kenny, one that even without noticing he had gotten attached to. So, when his back injuries flared up again and he was forced to spend time at home, already in the first few days he found himself yearning for your presence. His worries about the injuries and the pain they caused was bad enough, but there was also this weird aching emptiness in not being near you, not having your presence around, even if just a little. It was a cruel joke his hopeless heart was playing on him.

The one thing Kenny wasn’t expecting, however, was for you to be booked for a show that would be happening near his home. He first learned about that from you, and when he saw the message, he wished he could make time move faster. The days seeming to drag on slowly around him. He planned to be there, at the show, to at least see you for a bit and watch your match. Though, as the day came closer, he got a message from you, saying you, Nick and Matt were planning on arriving there a day before everyone, so they could spend some time with Kenny. That was a welcomed surprise, one that warmed his heart in these troubling moments.

But it wasn’t the only surprise. The day before your flight, he got a call from Matt, who apologized continuously after telling Kenny that he and Nick had some problems to solve and wouldn’t be able to take the flight earlier, but that he had urged you to go at least. From Nick, all he got was a one sentence text saying he was sorry they weren’t gonna be able to show up at his house with you. Then immediately followed up with one single line. ‘She’s still going, tho’. So when you showed up at his door alone, it wasn’t a surprise, but fuck, Kenny’s heart still jumped the same way.

Part of you wanted to get angry when Matt and Nick bailed on you, but you couldn’t blame them for problems outside their control, and you knew they wouldn’t have given up so close to the flight without a good reason. Nick was still kind enough to find time to drive you to the airport, and pretty quickly you had arrived at your destination, passing by the hotel to leave your things before you could head out to Kenny’s place. Though, you couldn’t help but remember that the last time you visited the place, you were drunk and humiliated by your own stupid decisions. Just thinking about that brought you a headache - but you couldn’t deny that despite everything, that terrible night ended up serving a good purpose.

You got to Kenny’s home early in the afternoon, dressed in sweatpants and a t-shirt two sizes too large, carrying enough food for about four people - or in this case, you and him. Sure, if Matt and Nick had been here you’d have dressed a bit better, if anything just to avoid Matt’s surprisingly powerful judgmental stare. But they weren’t, so you were free to wear lazy clothes. Besides, Kenny, and his home, had already seen you at your worst - drunk and defeated - so in hindsight he probably wouldn’t care. The plan was to head over there, eat whatever junk food you’d picked up on your way, watch a movie, play whatever new game he had and head back to the hotel before it got too late. Not really some special occasion.

When you got there you were happy to see Kenny doing better, while you were eating he told you he had a check-up for later that week, and he was expecting the doctor to give him the ok to go back to wrestling. This was fantastic news, not only because you had felt Kenny’s absence backstage, but also because you knew the pain and anxiety of having old injuries flaring up. Every now and again you’d feel the pain returning to the spot in your spine where you had the surgery, and every time it happened you had to face the reality that your body had a limit, one you’d have to face. But while you had made peace with that, you weren’t quite so sure if Kenny had come around to that just yet. 

As the afternoon went on, things moved with a tranquility and ease that brought a much needed peace to Kenny’s anxious mind. Being alone in that house had been almost driving him mad as much as the injury itself - he did have plenty of contact with people through other means, but he missed having someone around. And having you around was even better. Sure, the minute he saw you outside the door his heart skipped a beat, you were beautiful, and your smile was brighter than the sun, melting his heavy heart in the span of a second. But it didn’t take long for your presence to seem like it always belonged there, just like it had back on that night after the Christmas party.

You had brought food - and a couple of beers for yourself - so you two ate together, chatting along as you did so. While you ate, you asked him about his injury, seeming genuinely worried about Kenny’s health. Which, he wouldn’t deny, warmed his chest to no end. When he told you he would probably get an ok to return to the ring by next week, he could have sworn your smile seemed a bit brighter. To see the worry in your eyes had him soft, heart easily shaken by even the smallest of gestures. After eating, you two watched a few things on the TV and just overall had a good time.

A few times Kenny caught himself staring, eyes lingering on your smile, the way your eyes creased when you laughed, following the curves of your body as you moved. He had been trying to keep his heart in check, as if he could hold the damn organ in his hand and force it to behave normally around you. But the smooth sound of your voice and the sweet smell of your perfume made it hard for him to keep his composure.

By the time evening rolled about, you two had moved on to playing video games already. At first, you played something cooperative, but soon enough you had moved onto things Kenny was far more used to - fighting games. The minute he picked the game, you knew it was already his territory. It’s not like you hadn’t played any of them, not like you didn’t own some, but Kenny was a bit too much on too much into it. And you were nowhere on his level. As his third victory in a roll proved. Or was it fourth? You didn’t wanna think about that.

“Really, are you even trying?” 

Kenny laughed and you rolled your eyes, feeling the well known urge to punch his face lurking in the background of your mind. Instead, you picked up one of the soft pillows over the couch and hurled it at his head, sending a warning shot full force his way - although, a fluffy one. You didn’t even look his way, eyes facing the TV as you heard his surprised yelp from his spot on the sofa. In your peripheral vision, you caught your soft foreign object hitting him right in the face before falling to the floor, Kenny scowling as he laughed for a second.

“Keep pissing me off, I’m gonna be trying to break your back again,” you mumbled in response to him, pushing the button to start the next match.

“Oh, come on,” Kenny started before you shushed him.

“Shhh, it’s starting,” you shot back, waving the controller at him as the announcer counted the start of the match.

All you heard was Kenny laughing as he turned back to the TV, curving forward as he leaned on his knees. You were almost curling up on yourself in stress, sitting by his side with your legs pulled over the couch, torso resting on the sofa’s arm. His long fingers moved with a speed you couldn’t really even register, soon enough he was having you backed up again. For someone so good with actual violence, you performed really poorly at virtual violence. Kenny, on the other hand, was almost fucking born for this. He had been like that back in Japan too, so it was no wonder that he just got worse - well, actually, better - with time. It didn’t take long for him to be clearly beating your ass again.

And that’s why you cheated. Everybody has a breaking point, after all.

“Hey,” you heard him explain as your foot made contact with his shoulder, his exclamation getting mixed with your laughter.

Your kick threw him off balance and gave yourself a small opening that you managed to capitalize on. You could feel him stare back at you for a second before turning back to the TV, and though you had finally gotten the upper hand, Kenny was quick to get it back. His laughter filled the living room for about a second before you kicked in his direction again. This time he was faster, catching your foot with one hand just as it neared his shoulder.

“This is cheating, you know,” he laughed back at you.

“You talk like you’ve never seen me fighting,” you snickered at Kenny, glancing at him as he pushed your foot back in your direction.

You laughed again yourself, the one moment he took one hand from the controller was all you needed to recover. Kenny was swearing by your side, working hard to regain the ground he’d lost as he shook his head at your antics, not even hiding his amused chuckles. If you were to be honest, pestering him was far more fun than the game. Especially as he was pushing you into a corner once more. So, without thinking twice, you tried to strike him again.

“Oh, no, that’s enough,” you heard Kenny say as his hand caught your foot.

You were laughing loudly now, and Kenny could hear the pure glee you got just from pestering him. When he caught your strike, he pushed your foot forward this time, a loud ‘no’ echoing through your laughter as he extended your leg between you on the couch as he threw his much heavier one over it. He had gotten so caught up in your hijinks that it took him a moment too long to notice you had been capitalizing on his loss of attention all along. When he finally did though, he tried to appeal to your own tactics, dropping the controller, hand reaching for your forearm and trying to throw you off balance. But it was no use, the game finally ending with you winning.

“Cheater,” Kenny turns fully to you, voice loud as he pushes your forearm back in the direction of your body, leaning in close to you.

Your amused chuckles turn to a mock evil laughter at his comment, body shaking wildly. Kenny holds himself up on the sofa’s backrest with one arm, his other hand still pushing against your forearm, fingers wrapping completely around as he had you cornered against the arm of the couch. At first, he is shaking his head, repeating his words and giving you his best judgment stare. But soon enough he breaks, laughing alongside you, your own laughter turning more genuine. He let go of you, your arm lowering as you both laughed together, eyes shut tight as his lungs burnt like fire.

It took a few seconds for your laughter to start to die down, and when it did, Kenny opened his eyes first. That was when it hit him, just how close you were. He could see every detail of your features, from the wrinkles around your closed eyes to the dimples near your mouth as you laughed so freely alongside him. He could feel the heat of your body too and smell your perfume, it was something warm and sweet, like chocolate and citrus. 

The scent hooks his mind like a drug, making a moment turn into an eternity before you finally open your eyes, a bright smile painting your face. You look at him and he swears he has never seen anything more beautiful in his life, the undertow of your eyes pulling him deep. He can feel how heavy your breathing is, just like his own, both of your faces just a few inches apart. Kenny knows he should get away from you, but he doesn’t find the guts to do so, feeling his mind dazed by the pull of your eyes and the inviting warmth of the smile curling on your soft lips. So he stays, mesmerized by your beauty, thick silence hanging between the two of you before your smooth voice breaks it.

“You know,” you whispered and Kenny could feel the warmth of your breath on his skin, almost taste the words as they spilled from your gorgeous lips, “you never answered if you’d kiss me or not?”

Your question catches him completely off guard, it’s like breathing is an alien concept as his lungs tighten and his throat closes. Kenny’s eyes widen in response, exposing all of their chilling blue, black overtaking it as his pupils dilate. His mind screams loudly in his head, repeating two heavy words: you remembered. You remembered. He had all but buried the memory of that night and all it stirred in him, but you remembered. All of these months, and you did. After a moment of panic, Kenny remembers how to breathe, sucking in air and the intoxicating smell of you.

“You remember,” he mutters silently, half a question half a statement, he doesn’t even know why he does it, the words bursting through his teeth despite not even registering in his mind.

“Surprising, yeah,” you say between chuckles, darkened eyes burning into Kenny’s own, “but that isn’t an answer.”

You whisper the words like a secret and Kenny feels time coming to a standstill, ice creeping through his veins, poison in his bloodstream. His heart beats fast, fighting against his rib cage, he can hear its drumming, the thunderous sound drowning his reason. He shouldn’t do this, he knows. All the common sense in his head screaming that he is about to make a bad decision, that some desires are best left unfulfilled. But god, why should he listen to common sense? His life had been a continuous succession of him doing things he knew he shouldn’t, why would he stop now? Why stop himself when your lips feel magnetic, pulling him ever closer, your skin calling for his own in a language only your bodies can hear. 

His consciousness screams in his ears, but it means nothing, the thunder of his heartbeat swallowing the sound as Kenny crashes his lip to yours, closing the gap between you both. It’s like time moves again, your warmth spreading through his body and melting away the chill in his veins. Your skin feels soft against his, molding to the shape of his own as he presses impossibly closer. He doesn’t even need to ask for entrance, as he leans into the kiss you open your mouth ever so slightly, inviting his tongue in. It’s an invitation he doesn’t dare deny.

Your lips taste like beer and Kenny remembers he used to complain, the bitterness stinging his tongue, but he thinks it fits you now, sharp bite adding an edge to your warmth. Otherwise, you feel soft and heaven-like to him, wet mouth welcoming his tongue as it slides inside. The taste of you is intoxicating, and the velvety caress of your lips has his heartbeat faltering as he slowly explores your mouth. Despite the fire in his body, the kiss is tender and tentative, deliberate in the same way of someone who returns to a home they once knew, but had long since lost.

Kenny doesn’t want to pull away, but when his lungs start to burn he has to, departing from the warmth of your lips with a heavy sight. He is almost afraid to look you in the eyes, but he does so anyway, finding your face inches apart from his own. His heart is still hammering against his ears when his blue eyes meet your gaze, expression unreadable for a moment before your lips curl into a smile. God, it’s like someone breathed life into him again, like he could take on anything, his anxieties all pushed back to the dark corners of his mind at the  sight. You look perfect, you feel perfect, and he could be sure he was blushing by now.

“I’m gonna take that as yes,” you say with a small laugh and he feels your hot breath on his mouth.

“You should,” Kenny replies with a chuckle before diving in for another kiss, a hand reaching to touch your face.

His rough palm cradles your jaw as his fingertips touch your neck, warmth spreading through your skin. The touch is not forceful, it’s firm yet gentle, though the kiss this time is anything but. The minute Kenny’s lips crash back onto yours, his tongue is already in your mouth, tasting and claiming anything it can. Where the first kiss was tentative, this one is bold and greedy as he explores every inch of your wet mouth. You drop the controller from your hands to the ground before reaching for his broad chest, fingers digging into the soft fabric of his shirt, hard muscle welcoming your touch.

He sinks his teeth into your bottom lip and you moan into the kiss, making Kenny pull you closer by the neck, his rough stubble scratching against your skin. You feel like you are drowning into his warmth, into the taste of his mouth and the woody smell of his perfume. One of your hands travels to the nape of his neck, feeling his soft skin burning under your touch like a furnace. Your other hand stays exploring his broad chest, feeling the thick ropes of muscle responding to your touch under his shirt. In the time you spent apart, he had somehow gotten larger, the broad expanse of his torso feeling solid to your fingers.

Kenny moans under your touch, breaking his mouth away from yours and sucking in a breath. You feel breathless yourself, trying to recover as he brushes his lips against your face. He adjusts himself on the couch, leg finally freeing yours before pulling you closer, a thick arm surrounding your waist and pressing your body closer to him as he leans into you. He feels so hot to the touch, heating you as your fingers travel from his chest to his sides. Kenny groans into your skin and the rough sound has you shivering as he kisses your jaw and down to your neck. His large hand cradles your head as you expose the sensitive skin to him, whimpers escaping from your lips while your hand slips under his shirt.

When your soft fingers touch the skin of his side Kenny grunts, running his teeth along your exposed pulse. By now, the part of his brain that protested had all but been drowned out, only the distant sound of the TV and your soft whimpers filling his mind. The sensation of your hands running up from his abs to his chest has a shudder climbing up his spine and a tightness forming in his core. Kenny lays sloppy wet kisses down your neck, devouring you like a desperate man. God, how had he missed the taste of your skin, the way your warm body felt against his. It was like seeing the sun again for the first time in years, a blessing made flesh.

A strangled cry leaves your mouth when Kenny bites lightly into the sensitive spot at the junction of your neck and shoulder - one he still had mapped in his mind even after all these years. Slowly but surely he finds his way around your skin again, hand grabbing your sides hard, sinking his fingers into the soft flesh of your hips. When he bites into your neck again you moan, one hand tugging at his hair hard, pulling a low groan from him as his darkened blue eyes find yours.

You look him over, and Kenny prays to any god that he doesn’t seem as desperate as he feels. You look gorgeous yourself, breathless and dazed, trapped between his torso and the arm of the couch. He only lets you both have a moment to regain your breath before his mouth finds yours again in a messy and needy kiss. Your tongues move together as he feels you moan into him, sound swallowed by his hungry lips. He feels you digging your fingers into his chest and he shudders again, cock straining against his underwear, hard and sensitive. The hand you have on his neck slides to his shoulder, and suddenly Kenny is being pushed backwards, his torso meeting the backrest of the couch as you move to straddle him.

The kiss remains unbroken even as you change positions, mouths still moving against each other in a sloppy dance. Kenny is more than happy to let you climb on top of him, a thick arm  pulling you ever closer, chests pressed together. His other hand finds your clothed thigh, slowly traveling up until it finds your hips, fingers moving to the expanse of your ass, groping hard the soft flesh there. You roll your hips over his, and Kenny breaks from the kiss with a hiss, the friction making his cock even harder. Though, you don’t give him a moment to breathe, soft lips kissing the way from his mouth to his jaw and then down to his neck.

Kenny almost whimpers at your touches and it has your mind reeling. To have a man that feels so massive, so solid, grunting and groaning under you is exhilarating. It’s like your senses are on overdrive, making his smell and the warmth of his body act like a drug to your system. His stubble scratches against your lips as you kiss your way down his neck, and you feel every reaction of his body, the way his fingers grip harder and the muscles tighten under your touch. Kenny’s large hands feel heavy on you, one kneading hard at the flesh in your ass and the other sliding below your shirt, his touch searing your skin.

You roll your hips over his again and a groan escapes through his teeth, you can feel the vibrations in his neck before even hearing it. There is something rough and seductive to the untamed sounds he makes, the way his voice feels husky and thick, dripping through your entire body. Truth be said, you could hear him all day. You lick a strip down his thick neck and Kenny shudders under you, your body hyper aware of every movement of his own. He is gripping you hard, the hand in your shirt moving up your sides, his rough thumb and palm caressing your breast - this time, it’s you who shudders.

With a moan, you grind your hips against his, feeling the hard bulge in his pants push straight against your crotch - you hadn’t forgotten that he was big but, shit, it still felt impressive. You bite into his neck lightly and that has Kenny grunting a deep sound, hips bucking against yours and it’s all too much. Your body is screaming, burning with desire, pussy tightening around nothing just at the clothed friction. It’s like you are set aflame, and you need him now. You slide away from his lap swiftly, like your body has a mind of its own, positioning yourself on the floor between his legs, fingers ghosting over his waistband for a second as your eyes find his own.

As soon as your weight lifts from his legs, Kenny already misses the feeling of your body pressed against his. Your movement had been so fluid that he barely had any time to react, his hands missing your supple flesh and the softness of your skin. When his eyes find you kneeling, he is almost taken aback by the sight, breath caught in his throat for a moment as he takes in your slightly disheveled form, the colorful lights from the game illuminating your body as the background music keeps on looping. Fuck, this definitely wasn’t how he expected the night to go, but he wasn’t about to complain.

You dig your fingers into the waistband of his pants, tongue sliding out to lick your lips, and that’s all the incentive Kenny needs, immediately sliding his hips closer to the edge of the couch. You run one hand over his sensitive bulge, the other holding onto his clothed thigh, while your darkened eyes find his. Kenny groans at the touch, feeling his erection twitch under your fingers, every fiber in his body tightening at the friction. In one movement he pulls the waistband of his pants and underwear down, freeing his rock hard cock, big veins popping all over his thick shaft. 

Kenny’s large hand wraps tight around the base as he admires how perfect you look between his legs. He tries not to think about how much he had missed the sight, missed the feeling of your skin on his. He wants desperately to tell you just how fucking gorgeous you look, but the words catch in his throat, still unsure if this is all a dream and afraid that if he says anything the spell will be broken. All those thoughts are banished from his mind, though, as you follow his lead, hand wrapping around his own. 

You break eye contact with him, bringing your mouth closer to his cock, lips hovering over his sensitive head in a tease before you take it in your mouth, pulling from Kenny a guttural sound. His whole body shudders under you, massive thighs tensing at your touch. Damn, from this angle his frame looked even bigger than before, an utterly impressive sight. You suck on the head of his cock and he groans deep and dark, the sound alone making your core tighten, and he felt just way too good in your mouth. With a moan, you unwrap your lips from his dick, gripping his large hand as you sit back on your knees, soaking in the image before you. 

Kenny was huge, that was no news to you, but he was still a sight to behold. His cock was long, veiny and thick - thick enough to fill his own large hands, deft fingers only barely wrapped around the girthy shaft. You take it in your hand, taking in just how hot and hard it feels against your palm, his fingers releasing their grip on himself as you replace them. Bringing your lips teasingly close to his heated skin, you move them from his head all the way down to where your fingers wrapped around the base. Kenny groans as you press the flat of your tongue to the underside of his erection, tracing over the thick vein that runs from base to head. When your tongue reaches the red and sensitive head of his cock, Kenny moans, you can feel his powerful hips stuttering under you. 

You repeat the movement a few more times, licking him from base to slit, relinquishing in tasting his cock before finally taking him in your mouth again. Kenny trembles under your hands as you suck on his head before going lower. You can hear him curse in a deep voice above you, it feels wild, dark and erotic all at the same time. The sound only spurs you on, making you take more of him in your mouth every time you move down before coming back up to the tip again. The groans turn to low and raspy grunts, your name hissed under his heavy breaths as you continue your movements. 

You feel Kenny’s hand touch your face and for a moment you expect him to grab your hair and pull your face down, but it never happens. Instead, his thick fingers brush a strand of hair from your face behind your ear, caressing your cheek with a light touch as you moan around his cock. The softness of his touch came as a surprise when compared to what you were used to from him, and not an unwelcomed one.

When you moan around him, Kenny shivers, whole body reacting as he felt the vibrations go straight to his sensitive cock, a groan coming from deep within his chest. He watched through half lidded eyes as you swallowed him, mouth opening wide to take his thick shaft a good two thirds of the way in. Shit, you looked so good taking him like this, felt so damn perfect too, so warm and wet around him. The hand on your face continued caressing you, feeling the softness of your skin, fingers twitching slightly as your movements teared away at his sanity. His other hand held the edge of the couch, gripping so tight that veins popped all the way up to his forearm. He was slowly losing himself in the sloppy pleasure of having your mouth around his cock.

Your name spills out of his mouth in a strained mutter, Kenny struggling to keep his eyes focused as the erotic wet noises you were making brought him ever closer to the edge of madness. You bobbed your head up and down, dragging his cock on your tongue and the soft walls of your mouth. The coil in his core tightened even more as he watched you working him so perfectly that he almost couldn’t believe it, lips coming closer and closer to the base of his erection. Kenny groaned, feeling his whole body shivering, fighting the instinctual desire of his hips to just buck into your mouth. He was pretty sure you could feel it too, feel the way his body tensed, feel how his muscles twitched even under his clothes, feel the way you drove him to madness, body and mind.

Kenny almost whimpered as you slid further down, gagging slightly around his cock as it got so damn close to the back of your throat. He gasped, heart racing in his chest as he cradled your face in his large hands, fingertips gently caressing the skin of your nape. It felt so fucking good, his consciousness almost slipping away from him, mouth whispering praises that his brain didn’t even register. You were moving slower now, working your way to the place where he wanted you to be, deliberately pushing him deeper down. Your wet mouth felt heavenly on him, making sloppy, almost pornographic sounds as you slid down, and Kenny wanted so much more. But he could wait for it, let you set the pace, he knew you’d find your way to the base of his cock, he was sure of it.

The sound of Kenny’s muttered praises and desperate grunts reached your ears like a wave of pleasure, lighting your body even further aflame. He felt so hot under you, powerful body twitching and tensing at your touch, his thick erection throbbing against your lips as you felt the stuttering of his hips again. In contrast to the rest of his body, the hand on your face remained gentle, caressing your jaw and neck before his fingers delved into your hair, holding it firmly but still letting you set the pace. Slowly you worked more of him into your mouth - a hefty task that you hadn’t done in years, and Kenny was even longer and thicker than you remembered. But, fuck, he was so delicious, there was no way you wouldn’t take the whole thing in your mouth again.

A groan rumbles through Kenny’s body, his hips almost shaking under you. His thick cock twitched between your lips and you could already taste the precum spilling from the slit, flooding your mouth. God, he felt so good, the swollen head of his cock dragging over your tongue down past the back of your mouth every time you pulled up and then swallowed him again. You get close to taking all of him and Kenny grunts, the sound shaking your body and reaching into your core. He is moaning loud now, precum leaking vigorously as you suck almost all of him. When your lips finally kiss his base, he shudders, cock throbbing intensely as he groans your name like a prayer.

Kenny has to fight the urge to scream when he feels your lips touch his hips, feel his entire cock sheathed balls deep in your mouth. Instead, he mutters your name, dirty praises laced in desire falling from his lips. His brain barely even registers what he says, too focused on the feeling of your mouth around him. Kenny caresses your head with the hand in your hair, words failing him when you start to move again, pulling up to the tip then diving all the way to the base. Shit, you felt so soft and wet, taking his whole fucking cock, so god damn perfect. He could feel his erection throbbing as you picked up the pace, the coil in his core tightening fast, a shudder wrecking through his body.

“Ah, fuck, that’s it,” Kenny groans in a broken plea, voice husky and deep and dripping with something sinful. “Fuck, taking me so good. Looking so pretty, too,” he whispers, half lidded eyes following your movement.

His praises turn to curses as the feeling of your mouth dragging along his sensitive dick has him delirious. It’s like his whole body is being taken to the edge of pleasure, winding so tight that he can’t help the bucking of his hips anymore, his muscles moving on their own. Kenny watches you bobbing your head, taking him all the way again and again, the flat of your tongue dragging along the vein on the underside of his shaft and driving him mad. He feels his cock throbbing more and more as his orgasm draws ever closer, coating the inside of your mouth in his salty precum, making your movements even easier as it mixes with your saliva.  

The grip he has on your hair tightens, but Kenny doesn’t try to control your movements, already going crazy as he just watches you slobbering up and down his cock. His fingers on the edge of the couch grip even harder, knuckles turning white. You look so fucking pretty sucking his cock, feel so damn good, and that’s all he can think about. All he can feel is you, and the way his length throbbed on your tongue, the wet warmth of your mouth as you took all of him. It was too much, driving Kenny to the edge until he felt the coil in his core snapping, white flooding his vision as a deep shudder shakes his whole body.

“Oh, shit,” he grunts, his deep voice almost breaking, “I’m gonna cum, I’m g-”

Kenny loses himself before he can finish his words and you stop your movement, keeping his cock all the way in as it twitches and throbs with abandon. He makes a sound somewhere between a groan and a roar as his release spills deep inside. You can feel his body trembling under you, thick thighs shaking as they frame your form. He is shooting rope after rope of his cum, it floods your mouth and throat as you start to swallow. That task is made harder by just how thick it is and how much he shoots, the strong taste taking over your tongue and it feels so damn good. You milk Kenny through his orgasm before pulling him out of your mouth, a bit of his cum still spilling from the head of his cock and landing on your lip. 

Relaxing back against the couch, Kenny grunts, the rumble coming from deep within him as he watches his cum dripping down your lips. He releases his hand from your hair, caressing your face with his knuckles before his thumb brushes over your bottom lip, spreading the cum that had spilled on it. You suck on his thumb and Kenny shudders, a long groan escaping his lips as his blue eyes get lost in the sight before him. Shit, you looked too sinfully good like that, a beauty that his words could never do justice - and one he had been almost sure he had lost forever. You smile and his heart warms, his own lips curling up in response as he puts his cock in his pants and then helps you back up on his lap.

“Holy shit,” Kenny mutters under his breath, eyes closed as he tries to calm his erratic breathing.

“Everything okay there, Kenny?” you ask with a laugh.

Hearing his name in your voice sends a shiver down his spine, a feeling not helped by how your warm hands caressed his face. Kenny laughs along with you, hands rubbing your clothed thighs in slow movements as he lazily opens his eyes. He can’t stop the smile that spreads across his face as he sees you, hair tousled and lips reddened from the abuse, your skin glowing beautifully under the colorful lights from the TV. To him, you looked perfect, the most gorgeous sight he had ever seen. Without thinking, Kenny leans forward, pulling your body against his as his mouth captures your own in a slow but passionate kiss, his tongue delving into your mouth and tasting the remnants of his cum.

“Oh yeah, more than ok,” he responds with a laugh as he finally breaks from the kiss, face still hovering close to your own. “Shit, I had almost forgotten just how fucking good you are at that.”

“Ouch, I take offense in being forgotten,” you snicker, your warm laughter ringing in his ears as he kisses his way from your jaw to your neck.

“I said almost,” he grunts, looking up at you from where his face was buried in your heated skin.

You catch sight of his eyes as he speaks, their beautiful blue having returned, like a fragment of the ocean in reach of your hands. Kenny nips at the skin below your collarbone and you shudder, a small whine leaving your lips. His body feels almost searing hot against yours, stubble scratching your chest as he lays lazy kisses and bites at the junction of your neck and shoulder. Your hands roam over his broad back, finding the rim of shirt to bunch up the fabric and let your fingers touch the warm skin below, feel the way his thick muscles ripple under your palms. His massive frame almost engulfs you fully, large hands holding your hips in place with a strong grip. He felt so big, so powerful - and yet, nowhere near as dangerous as he did back in Japan.

Kenny bites at your neck again and you moan, nails digging into his flesh. You feel him groan more than you hear it, the sound muffled by your skin as his mouth never leaves it, his tongue making a hot wet mess of whatever it touches. One of his hands moves to your ass, groping you hard again as the other slips under your shirt, thick arm circling your waist and keeping you pinned against him. He sucks at your sensitive flesh and you moan again, burying your face in his soft curls. Kenny’s teeth digs into your skin and you almost scream, trying desperately to squirm against him, but it’s to no avail. He does it again, biting harder this time as he sucks on your neck and you force your mind to work, one hand tugging on his hair to pull his mouth away from you.

“Kenny!”

You cry out his name and he immediately pulls away, bright blue eyes finding your own, worry tinging their gentle waters. The cool air of the room meets the wet trail he left on your neck, leaving a chill touch on the area. Kenny’s large hands don’t let go of your body, but his grip loosens, allowing you more room to move, his fingers gently caressing your skin. The softness in his touch echoes the worry in his eyes and you almost feel bad for him - but you really don’t need a hickey on display for your next match.

“Hey, careful not to mark me,” you say with a laugh, trying to ease his worries as your fingers brush his hair away from his face. “I got a show in two days.”

“Shit, shit,” Kenny mutters under his breath, eyes falling away from your gaze. “Did I hurt you?” There is worry still laced in his voice as his hand comes up to your neck, touch so very gentle as he inspects it.

“It’s ok, Kenny, I’m just being a bit cautious,” the words leave your lips with a warm laugh, your hands brushing over Kenny’s large shoulders as you shrug before pushing him back against the couch. “I mean, you’ve always been a pretty intense person, no criticism, I mean, but the last thing I need is a huge purple bite mark on my neck on show night. Just watch out for the visible places and we are good,” you chuckle again before your lips meet his in a kiss.

Kenny welcomes the touch of your skin against his, but it still doesn’t fully clear him of the tightness in his gut. You had put it lightly by using the word intense, he knew he used to be downright aggressive during sex when you were together. On one hand, that was part of a person he wasn’t anymore. He had changed from that rush and aggression from his youth to someone who was passionate, hard but not violent, just different from what you had last experienced. But on the other hand, that was something that scared him too - the possibility that what you wanted he’d fail at offering you.

When your lips slowly pull away from his, Kenny opens his eyes again, hoping you can’t see the turmoil in him. He caresses your skin, giving you a smile as one of his hands rubs your thigh, the other flat against your back, keeping your body close to his as your mouths part. Your fingers delve into his hair and Kenny groans again, feeling your other hand roam from his shoulder to his bicep. When he meets your gaze again Kenny gives you his best laugh, trying to ease himself more so than you.

“I think the word you were looking for there was aggressive. But yeah, I’ll keep away from the visible spots,” he responds with a chuckle, eyes drawn by the smile you give him. “Though, it has been a long time since we last had sex, and I’m not that same guy anymore. So if you are looking for that, well, I’m afraid you’re not gonna like what I’ve got to give you now.”

As Kenny talks, he buries his nose in your neck, words spoken against your warm skin as he tries to hide his anxieties from you by drowning in the scent of your body. Your moan reaches his ears as he kisses the exposed part of your shoulder, his large hands bringing you ever closer - as if praying you wouldn’t get away, silently begging for you to stay. When he feels you pull at his hair he looks up again, blue eyes finding you looking back at him, an inviting smile painted on your face as your hand moves to hold him by the jaw.

“Why don’t you let me know that new you, then?”

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Where has it Gone? | Joel Miller x Male Reader

Fandom: The Last of Us

Genre: Angst | Songfic: The Innocence - Movement 10 of Craig Hella Johnson’s Choral Suite of Considering Matthew Shepard https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fEA1pLCZqnk

Paring: Joel Miller x Male Reader

Warnings: Blood, Crying, Dead reader, Death scene, Drinking, Drug use

Word Count: 873

Requests are open

Key

Italic Text = Song lyrics 

** This work does not use (Y/n) **

After a full day’s worth of traveling, the sky was starting to grow dim. Joel, with both his and Ellie’s diminishing vitality, decided that it was finally time to retire for the day before the night could completely settle.

Under the shine of stars above them and surrounded by a vast greenery of trees, Ellie sat beside her companion, content after finishing the meal for the night. Striking conversation, she asked her typical questions about life before the outbreak. What Joel wasn’t prepared for was Ellie’s question about lovers. “Did you ever have a special someone?” As if on cue, Joel’s mind was flooded with memories of his late boyfriend.

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When I think of all the times the world was ours for dreaming, When I think of all the times the earth seemed like our home, Every heart alive with its own longing, Every future we could ever hope to hold.

You waited on the couch for Joel to finish seeing Sarah off to bed. Ever since you first met Joel, you got along with Sarah very well. This relationship grew to the point where you began to see her as your child the closer you grew to Joel.

Your mind drifted to thinking about what your life could be like with these two, only being broken out of your trance when Joel sat next to you. “Where’s ‘ur head at?” His rich voice rang through your ears as his arm snaked around your shoulders. “Just thinking.” Your reply was accompanied by a small, yet fond smile and a light head shake. He knew what you meant by “just thinking”. The feeling of elation that makes your heart skip beats at the thought of making new memories, but the uncertainty that shakes your core. 

Joel held you closer, planted a tender kiss on your forehead, and gently rubbed up and down on your forearm. “Don’tcha worry about a thing, handsome. We’ll watch Sarah grow up, get married one day, and jus’ live all’ happy, okay darlin’?” His accent laced his words in a way that soothed every nerve in your body. 

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All the times our laughter rang in summer, All the times the rivers sang our tune, Was there already sadness in the sunlight? Some stormy story waiting to be told?

You and Joel were sitting by the river you two used to visit. Sarah noticed the unspoken moment between the both of you and took it upon herself to give you two time to yourselves. 

The moment was exactly that, unspoken. A silent adoration that was communicated by actions and decorated by the scenery. Joel’s arm around your shoulders and yours around his torso. A brilliant orange tinted the sky above and reflected off of the water, the only sounds being the flowing river and a breeze blowing through the trees. 

An overwhelming sense of tranquility washed over you and Joel. As if nothing existed but the two of you.

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Where, O where has the innocence gone? Where, O where has it gone? Rains, rolling down, wash away my memory. Where, O where has it gone?

Joel tried to stop the images from clouding both his vision and thinking, but it was too late. The tears that welled in his eyes now rolled down his face with a shaky exhale.

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When I think of all the joys, the wonders we remember, All the treasures we believed we’d never ever lose,

Blood was pouring out of your open wound, its crimson hue staining your clothes. You weren’t going to make it, and both you and Joel knew that. 

Your last moments were spent attempting to comfort Joel. You lay dying in his lap with him holding you in his arms, a hand on his cheek to wipe away the never-ending stream of tears. “Honey, it’s okay. I’m going to see Sarah, and then one day we’ll all be together again.” Hearing his daughter’s name struck a chord that only served to intensify Joel’s sorrow. “No, baby boy please don’t do this to me. I can’t lose you too.” He realized that his words fell on deaf ears given your lack of response and limp body.

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Too many days gone by without their meaning, Too many darkened hours without their peace.

Joel threw back another pill of Hydro, chased by nothing but the burning of whiskey sliding down his throat. His head filled with fleeting visages of the people he loved the most became too much to bear. After what felt like hours of contemplation, Joel begrudgingly dragged himself to bed knowing that his dreams will be filled with his bygone daughter and the man he loved.    

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Where, O where has the innocence gone? Where, O where has it gone?  Vows we once swore; now it’s just this letting go. Where, O where has it gone? 

Where, O where has the innocence gone? Where, O where has it gone? Rains, rolling down, wash away my memory. Where, O where has it gone?

Ellie placed her hand on Joel’s shoulder to comfort him but for now, he was past the point of consolation. He remembered how he promised that you two would get married someday and watch Sarah grow up and completely felt himself break.    

- End -

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A/N: I apologize because this wasn’t on my WIP list, but the thought of this just came over me. My next work will be the Clint Barton x Male Reader fic from my WIP list.

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id love to request a michael langdon x reader full of angst, maybe reader really doesn't agree with this whole destroy the world thing and tries to talk him out of it and it leads to a huge argument! good or bad ending :) thank you for the chance xoxo

Hope you like this! Tell me if you want me to continue it!

Micheal Langdon x f!reader

Word count: 924

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From the moment I met Micheal, I knew that I would always love him, but as time passes and his fulfillment of the end of the world nears I find my heart wavering. All his time has been consumed with fulfilling this mission, I told him that I wanted to start a family and watch our kids grow up. But I won’t be able to do any of that with him, he is more concerned with making his father happy. Though he doesn’t know what else to do with his power, I want to talk to him more and try to get through to him. But he is always at the cooperative having meetings and “handling business “. He has missed our last two date nights it’s starting to get on my nerve. I can only take so much distance and lack effort before I explode. So now as I walk through the cooperative building to Michael’s office, I’m at my limit. The only sound heard through the crowded halls was my boots clicking against the floor as everyone watch me walk. As I approach Michael’s office door it opens before me, exiting the office are two males who appear to be high. They look me up and down before they start attempting to hit on me, I roll my eyes and walk into my husband’s office. I am not met with a smile, a hello, or even a wave, instead, I am met with the mastered voice of intimidation.

“What are you doing here?” He questioned me, I scoffed and walk up to his desk.

“You and I need to talk” I state, he finally looks up at me. I place my purse on his desk and take a seat on the chair opposite of him

“What could be so important that you couldn’t wait until I come home?” He asked me in a condescending tone.

“When was the last time you were home?” I corrected, he simply raised his eyebrows in annoyance.

“If you’ve come to start an argument with me about my work in my office. Then you can go home now because it won’t happen” he dismissed me, and I chuckled and rolled my eyes.

“Darling, I came to have a simple conversation with you because you can’t seem to find the time anymore to sit down and talk to your wife. You are too busy fulfilling everyone’s needs but mine, you used to be the best partner a woman could ever dream of now you’ve just turned to shit.” I hissed at him, he didn’t say anything but he stood up and walked over to my chair. Once he was directly in front of me he bent down close to my ear.

“We can talk about this at home, go home before my temper gets the better of me” he reprimanded, I sighed and leaned back.

“Michael, I’m not your little fucking follower. I don’t have to listen to you, you don’t own me. So I’m staying right here so we can have this conversation as husband and wife. Not man and his whore.” I scoffed, he stood up and leaned back against his desk before making eye contact with me again.

“Okay, darling what is so important that you had to come and cause a big scene at my place of work?” He pressed

“Michael, why are you rushing to bring the end of the world to fruition? Why can’t you take your time? I have told you countless times that I want to have a family with you and be able to watch them-“

“So you came to my office to whine about me fulfilling my purpose? Here I thought you would support me in my dreams, but you came here to try and convince me not to do what I was put on this earth to do. If that is all you came for, you can leave now” he cut me off, I was upset but moreover, I was disappointed.

“Michael, I hope you find all the joy that you are hoping for in your dreams. I hope that you find someone to share that joy with too. I can’t and won’t be that person, I’m going back to my true home. You should be happy, you won’t ever have to hear me whine about your purpose.” I said standing up to gather my things. He grabbed my hand and pulled me to him.

“Darling don’t be silly, you were made for me. My joy is your joy, you are to stay on this earth until we are both ready to go” he demanded

“Honey, I was never made for you. I am an angel, you are an Antichrist. If you won’t even hear my comments and complaints out to their entirety then don’t complain when I chose to leave you here. You want to crush my dreams so bad that I don’t even want to share my dreams with you anymore. I have loved you for years and I will continue to love you for many millennia but I can’t stay with you if you are interested in crushing what I want” I berated, I pulled my hand from his grasp and picked up my purse.

“We can talk about this Angel, how about we go out to a nice restaurant somewhere secluded? We can talk over everything, tonight” he pleaded, his demeanor had changed now. Standing before me was now the scared, empathetic Michael Langdon that I fell in love with.

#michael langdon x reader #cody fern #cody fern x reader #ahs fandom #ahs fanfiction #ahs apocolaypse

[moonlightazriel]

Here with you /// Azriel X F!Reader

Summary: His job was a touchy subject, but she wanted to make sure he new that she loved him no matter what.

Warnings: Mentions of blood, angst, torture and etc..

Word Count: 1k

Notes: Since i'm still completely obsessed with Everything Everywhere All At Once, this is inspired on the scene where Evelyn and Joy reconciled.

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The male grunted, sweat and blood running down his body, even if Azriel didn't like to do it, it was necessary, after all, the rumors of uprisings throughout the northern part of the Illyrian Steppes were more and more frequent. Rhys was worried and Cassian was trying to control the camps as much as he could, but it still didn't seem to be enough.

With the truth teller firmly in his left hand, he slid the blade once more across the male's chest, the cut quickly began to bleed and the male closed his eyes, sighing heavily, it wouldn't be much longer before he broke and gave out the information Azriel needed, he had followed him for weeks until he was sure he could be of use.

He took a few steps back, allowing the Illyrian to breathe a little, he knew no one could take this kind of torture for more than a few hours, and if Az was right, they were there for about 2 hours. Hearing Calder's gasping breath and husky voice, he turned, his face the grim mask of the shadowsinger.

“They're not happy, even more now that the high lord is even stricter with the rules, they don't think that females should be treated as equals, but that you should already know.” The male began, his voice weak. “Vastos intends to start with small attacks on the camps that support Rhysand, forcing him to bow and then he intends that all Iliria armies join him to overthrow the high lord and his mate, making Iliria a free land.” He finished, completely defeated and laughing without humor he spoke again. “I hope that now that I have given you the information, you’ll be kind and kill me. Nothing you do will be worse than what they would do to a traitor.”

⋆˙⟡☾𖤓☽ ⟡˙⋆

Azriel flew home, the relieved smile on the male's face was still fresh in his mind, he knew it would bring him some comfort to be able to give a quick death to those he inflicted so much pain on, so he did, the male thanking him.

He rushed into the house, locking himself in the guest bathroom, not daring to let her see him in that state, covered in blood, even if they didn't talk about what exactly he did, Azriel knew Y/N imagined, she might even know but he never had the courage to confirm. This had already become a reason for them to fight a few times, she said he didn't trust her enough to show him all his sides, she had no idea that she was the person he trusted the most in the whole world.

The warm water washed over his body and his thoughts, making him feel a little better or at least ready to look her in the eyes. “Kitchen,” his shadows whispered in his ear and he followed their command. Finding her standing in front of the stove, she was fiddling with something with her back turned to him, listening to his footsteps, she turned around, a big smile lit her face and he sighed, feeling like the luckiest male in the world to have someone like her just for him.

“Are you hungry?” she asked as she turned her attention to the pot. He hugged her from behind, smelling the floral soap she used, his nose buried in the crook of her neck, making her laugh, the sound warming his heart.

“Pretty much. What are you doing?” He asked looking at the pan, where a brown liquid was bubbling and some vegetables were dancing in the broth she stirred.

“Heating up the soup I made today. Mor said it was delicious. You know she's in love with my food.” Y/N chuckled, turning off the heat and pouring the soup into the bowl on the counter next to her. Handing him the container, she made him sit down while she watched him eat. “You don't look well, did something happen?”

“Nothing.” He spoke dryly. “Mor was right by the way.” He praised it, it was true, but he hoped the change of subject would make her forget about how bad he looked.

“Don't do that, don't change the subject, I understand you don't like to talk about your job, but at least don't lie saying you're fine when you clearly aren't.” She snapped with clear irritation in her voice.

“Why do you care so much? It's not like it's going to change anything.” He asked, running a hand through his hair in frustration.

“Maybe you're right, and telling me won't change anything, but I just wanted you to open up to me, share this burden that makes you feel so small. Because no matter what, I still want to be here with you. I will always, want to be with you.” Her eyes filled with tears.

“So will you just ignore everything I've ever done? All the blood I carry on my hands? You know you could be with someone better than this.” He pointed at his own body, all his insecurities flowing like a waterfall out of him. She turned towards him and ran to hug him. Her tears soaking his chest, his soaking her hair.

“There's nothing about you that I don't love, and there's nothing about you that would make me want to be somewhere else with someone else. You are the only one for me, and even if you don't agree, I will always appreciate all that we are and have built together. I love every part of you, whether good or bad.” She looked at him, her face red and wet with tears. Leaning toward her, he captured her lips in a desperate kiss. Her lips were soft and warm against his.

“I know you just want to help, but I don't know if I can share that part of myself yet. I love you very much and I trust you.” He sighed, gathering all the love he felt for her and sending it through the bond. She smiled shyly, sending her own wave against him, filling his chest.

“So I'll be waiting for you when you're ready, take your time.” She said, kissing him once more and Azriel sighed, feeling like the luckiest male in the world in her arms

#acotar #azriel #azriel shadowsinger #shadowsinger #velaris #azriel x reader #azriel x y/n #fluff #angst #moonlightazriel

[memurfevur-archive]

A question for the mun; May I ask what are your favorite trolls in the ftc as a whole?

Oh geez, I feel like this is always changing for me because I keep getting to know amazing new people and amazing new characters. I think I'll just name a few blogs and list my favorites from there, as I don't think I can pick out of the entire community when it's full of people I also don't know or haven't interacted with (yet!).

Quite a few of them belong to my partner @mageofspacemultiverse as I've known those the longest and have quite a few ships between us. A few of my favorite characters from him are Zomson, Hidelord, Devaron, and Pixcel. Each character of his is unique and has interesting backstories and personality, and yet every one of them is so on-brand for his blog.

From @thestarlightbrigade I have always adored Deltra and MY LIL MAN HIBUKI. Special shout out to Iiboye too. Lots of edgy angsty characters but each one is a specific flavor that never gets tiring. Avery's vibe is I'm shaking him by the shoulders and biting him affectionately. That is to say, he's a fun guy and silly to talk to. Prepare to get cat-gif'd.

@stuckstucktrolls I thirsted after Viktor since day 1 bruh. He's the Troll I am most familiar with besides Teagan. Creative characters and also very pretty, the lot of them. Cool cat boy cryptid gets the seal of approval from royal moth cryptid.

@goddesstrolls Kairos and Kairne. Ik Kairne isn't on the blog anymore but I thought he was pretty damn neat tbh. One of the first characters I knew Bast by. Also um... my (ex)wife Akidis, I love her to bits and pieces, and my male-wife Darvai. Buff women and bastard men run this blog, and all the world build and narratives Bast has come up with over the years are SO -chefs kiss- .

@miks-fantrolls Antemh <3 Sticking him under a microscope fr. I don't know a lot about anyone else, but maybe that'll change sometime. I don't know a lot about Mik but I personally think he's cool af. Mik if you're reading this I'm staring at you with wet pathetic eyes and offering you an egg in these trying times.

@roetrolls Veylin <3 She makes my heart happy. Also Franky, I would give him the world. Mallum is up there, too. Roe makes a lot of characters that are compelling, friend-shaped, and possesses you with the Funny Horrors (aka I can't stop laughing every time I see 'Dominion' on a street sign or pub. Like, it's the kind of joy that's like 'I know that guy! That guy belongs to this really cool person that I look up to! How silly that he has a bar named after him!' )

@sasster ...................... Redivi.................. Look, one could argue and say it's because he's a vampire and I'm absolutely a vampire simp 100%. But. But he's *terrifying* and that's a big reason why he's a favorite Chase Troll of mine. Compelling, scary, but recognizable as people we may know in our every day lives. An ever so loved face and name, but there's always something behind the scenes that we can't see. There's a performance for the world, while on back stage the true colors show. Mind you, I am extremely behind in the lore of the blog, but that guy? Man. That guy.

@windy-trickster -slaps the top of this guy's blog- This blog can fit so many funky lil dudes filled with unique lore and fantastic personalities and oh my god the angst. My favorites among them are Doleos, Rastho, and Althor. Windy is a creative writer and puts SO much love into his characters. Like for real, it's always a pleasure listening to him talk about them. It's clear he puts in a lot of love and effort into his guys, and I think y'all should go and see that for yourself.

@askthehiddencaste Shuska and Ashoal. I feel like Shuska is the face of the blog (i mean, the entire theme is a library, so), and she's such a charming character. Warm, friendly, but she's STRONG in spirit. Ashoal and Shuska are the two I'm most familiar with aside from Heliel (I want that goopy man carnally). Kanny has a lot of fascinating characters that all feel like a natural family to me. I could hang out with their characters and feel right at home.

@experimental-failures The only one I'm familiar with is Nix, so I guess he's my favorite by proxy-- BUT! I've always thought Nix was very neat. He feels like a guy I can run into out on the street irl. He feels so real to me, and it's always a pleasure.

@the-rainbow-overflow Elnric and Viroxa. Two very interesting characters for vastly different reasons, lol! I love the alternate timeline stuff Elnric has going on, and I feel soft for this guy mostly because it's the first Troll I knew Dusk by. Viroxa is... oh boy, god damn, a bastard? Such a manipulative and cunning guy where the ends justify the means, and I am OBSESSED. Bonus points that he's a scientist guy, ya know? We all love unhinged scientists. Kissing him on the cheek even if he may take my lips as donation and sew it onto someone else. Special mention to Makona as well, I am unwell about HISStory of Violence <3

@trollbreak Um, Bladed, teehee -twirls hair- Jonah has SOOO many lil guys. Silly lil guys! Some of these silly lil guys commit murder and treason! Some of them will give you plushies and Autism Creature stare at you as a means of friendship. Heehoo is my ultimate favorite, and Bladed is close second, but I adore Jonah and all of their characters.

@clown-fuckers-r-us Montague!!!! MONTAGUE!!!! MY BELOVED!!! CRYING WEEPING AAAAAAAA-- ahem. So um Montague is my favorite, he's so cool? I'm so invested in his story and not just because I have a ship going with that guy but his concept is so intresting??? A Purple with anger issues, rich and privileged but kind and loving-- now ruined by a broken mind and psyche, his one scrap of salvation that keeps him from fully losing himself being the memory of a lover that he hasn't seen since before the war on Limebloods... You should definitely go share some love with Bun, the mun of the blog; she's an AMAZING person, truly a wonderful friend, and one of the most nicest people I know.

@moonlit-trolls Tythus by far. It's been SO neat seeing Tythus grow and develop as a character. Moona and I made Ptillo and Tythus together, and while Tythus had some shaky beginnings as Moona was figuring him out, it definitely solidified and paid off in the end. Tythus is a compelling villain imo with complex goals and ambitions. Not to mention what a SILVER FOX HE IS GOD DAMN. You go girl, make that man hot and pathetic <3

I'm running out of steam for this post; if you're not listed on here it doesn't mean I don't have favorites or that I don't like you. There's A LOT of trolls to keep track of in the community and a lot of members too. Everyone has such amazing characters that I cannot possibly list them all off. Keep doing what you're doing, and remember that even if it feels a little pointless at times or that nobody cares, there ARE people who enjoy the content you put out-- whether its art, writing, silly little tidbits, or whatever else! There's people out there who will think about you over the smallest of things and smile, people who will think about you and your characters and feel inspired, people who may be too shy to interact but love and appreciate you and what you do. Whether you're a big or small blog or something in between, thank you for being part of the FTC.

#mun asks #tag train lets go! #mageofspacemultiverse #thestarlightbrigade #stuckstucktrolls #goddesstrolls #miks-fantrolls #roetrolls #sasster #windy-trickster #askthehiddencaste #experimental-failures #the-rainbow-overflow #trollbreak #clown-fuckers-r-us #moonlit-trolls

[fantasyinvader]

Looking over Edge of Dawn again, with the full context of Houses it's really a song that show's Byleth's character. Yeah, it's sung from Edelgard's perspective, but just look at the progression.

Reach for my hand I'll soar away Into the dawn, oh, I wish I could stay Here in cherished halls In peaceful days I fear the edge of dawn Knowing time betrays

The song starts with Edelgard asking Byleth to reach out her, and if he (I'm going to use male pronouns because of Engage) does so she'll "soar away into the dawn." Considering Byleth's title at the end of Flower being Wings of the Hegemon, it makes the relationship between the two beneficial for Edelgard. That she'll be the one to profit off of it.

Faint lights pass through colored glass In this beloved place Silver shines, the world dines A smile on each face As joy surrounds, comfort abounds And I can feel I'm breaking free For just this moment lost in time I am finally me

Then it goes into how she wishes she could stay, "in cherished halls, in peaceful days." Edelgard does not wish to go forward. She's happy right now at the academy, which will be built upon in the next verse with how the Academy is a "beloved place," full of joy and comfort, where people are smiling and Edelgard can "break free" and be herself.

Yet still I hide Behind this mask that I have become My blackened heart Scorched by flames, a force I can't run from As I live out each peaceful day Deep in my soul, oh, I know I can't stay So I wish I could hide away Hold tight to what I love Keep cruel fate at bay

But these days end, Edelgard blaming time itself for betraying her. But playing Houses, we know the Academy phase ends when Edelgard attacks Garreg Mach, her "beloved place." Edelgard talks about hiding behind a mask, but despite her claiming to finally be herself she also acknowledges she is the mask. That she has a "blackened heart," and how she can't run away from this. She's going to start a war but make herself the real victim here. She was the one who ended the "peaceful day"s, but she's throwing a pity part for herself about how she wants to keep "cruel fate at bay."

As the rain falls on the path I chase your shadow I don't feel a single drop Or the ground below Then you turn to me and I Stop before I know And the lie upon my lips I let it go Cross my heart Making vows I know will be betrayed A sad girl's pleas Live only for a breath and then they fade Don't ever take back your kind hand Lest precious love slip away like time's sand Only we will know, all that was lost Scars that we can't erase Show us life's true cost

We have her chasing not Byleth, but his "shadow." Edelgard is depicted as being disconnected from the world through the lines "I don't feel a single drop or the ground below." But when Byleth stops, turns and smiles at Edelgard, Edelgard lets go of the lie she had on her lips. It's followed up with talk of making promises that Edelgard knows won't be honored, namely because she breaks them, before again making herself out to be a sad girl. Yet despite this, Edelgard begins demanding that Byleth doesn't take back his "kind hand," making their feelings for one another out to be love. Love that will be lost if Byleth leaves her.

Then it goes

The blue moonlight Cuts across our sight As pure and clear as a ringing bell Reaching for us in the night As the wind calms my thoughts I held strong on this terrace I feel at peace Carried away by the wind's song

It's the reunion scene from Silver Snow, where they meet again under the moonlight, where the surroundings are all in blue. Edelgard once again offers Byleth the opportunity to join her, but he'll either decline outright or hesitate. Either way, Edelgard takes it as a no, and we get a cutscene of her drawing reaching for her weapon and attacking Byleth. Byleth only draws the Sword of the Creator after she's begun the attack, so it's Edelgard once again starting the hostilities before declaring that their path will never cross again and the next time they meet one of them will die. Which is how it plays out in the Silver Snow route.

Open the door and walk away Never give in to the call of yesterday Memories that made those days sublime These ruined halls entomb Stolen time

Edelgard turns and leaves, no matter how much she wants to stay with Byleth. Her path won't allow it. She's given up the happiness of the academy days, those sublime days, for this. Her cherished place is now in ruins, the remaining time she could have had at the academy supposed stolen from her. Again, claims no responsibility before once again singing about how Byleth should reach for her hand.

The ironic thing is… none of the heroes stop reaching out to her. Byleth spends Snow wishing there could be a way to walk with Edelgard again, but refuses to join her in conquering Fodlan. Byleth wants Edelgard to see reality, but she'll instead die claiming it's Byleth's responsibility to end the fighting rather than surrendering (with the Japanese text having her tell Byleth to take revenge upon her, which I've interpreted as her making Byleth out to be the monster). Dimitri reaches out to her even after she's turned herself into a monster, but she instead tries to kill him with a dagger to the heart. Even Claude, someone who is revealed to not get along with her, talks about how he doesn't want to kill her yet Edelgard says for the world she seeks, she will kill him. Everyone reaches out to Edelgard, offering their hands, but she refuses because she won't get what she wants. The irony.

For Byleth though, the song also hints to their character in Snow. 'Tegridy. No matter how much she wants to make herself out as the one who is really suffering here, Byleth refuses to join her. Byleth has seen what she has done. Not time or cruel fate, what Edelgard has done, and stopped supporting her because of it. The idea that Edelgard makes this out to be a love story between them, as well as the idea she'll soar away with Byleth's support, indicates how self-serving Edelgard's narrative is, while Byleth instead chooses to fight his former student despite the hurt. Edelgard acts like she had no choice, Byleth made his own decision unless the player overrode it. The song makes Byleth out to be the more mature one, which he should be considering his age and teaching profession.

Byleth has 'tegridy while the song makes Edelgard out to be a weak person.

[paperandhis-paper]

Arc-V Day 6 and 7

I'm a bit behind. Please @arcvmonth, spare me. Don't turn me into a card.

Anyway, for Understudy Spotlight I wanna briefly talk about Roger. I say briefly, because I'll save most of my thoughts for the Villains Prompt. For now, I gotta say, he's my vote for most underrated Yugioh bad guy. I LOVE villains who think they're hot shit, but turn out to be nothing but smug snakes. Plus, his voice actor NAILS his breakdowns. I was surprised to see so many people disliked him (probably Shōnen fans who can't accept a villain that isn't super-duper powerful). Finally, I love me some Disney Villain Deaths.

Anyway, Day 7: Of Amores, Per the Prophecy

Oh boy, does Arc-V have some banger ships. Some of my faves:

Fruitshipping:

Main-guy with Main-girl ships in most Shōnen anime tend to hit with the force of a wet fart, with Yugioh being no different. This is because they fall under the trap of making the girl be the only one who constantly thinks of protagonist-kun, whereas the MC is usually only thinking about fighting, eating, and their male rival who they're totally-not-gay-with.

Therefore, it's wild that these two idiots enamored the Arc-V so much as they, and it was via the use of a very simple trick: have both parties be clearly interested in one another. Seriously, Arc-V turns into an epic, interdimensional romantic drama from Season 2, and it's so strange for a franchise like Yugioh (even if it already happened in GX). Yuya spends as much time thinking about Yuzu as she does about him, and that's so refreshing.

One thing I love about this ship is how much they emphasize that the distance between them doesn't diminish their bond. In fact, it's the opposite, when they're separated that their feelings are most in display. Yuzu's duel with Chojiro is one such example: despite not being allowed near one another, Yuzu still had her feelings reach him.

Them being enemies in their past lives but lovers in this one also adds an extra element of brainrot for me.

Appleshipping and Fallenangelshipping:

I wanna re-emphasize this: we NEED more F/M ships where the guy is completely, stupidly in love with the girl. This applies more to appleshipping admittedly; seeing Yugo explode with joy from seeing Rin will never stop melting my heart. Male characters in anime are often shy of showing physical affection toward their love interests, but not Banana-boy. Plus, imagining how they grew up in poverty is interesting.

Serenadeshipping:

OMG THIS SHIP IS SO GOOD. LIKE I KNOW I HAVE MASSIVE YURI BIAS BECAUSE LOVE LIVE FAN BUT STILL. Ok so you obviously got badass and serious Serena with ray-of-sunshine Yuzu, so the dynamic is fun from the get-go. But we also have the fact that Yuzu became one of, if not the, first friends Serena's ever had. Plus there's the "changing clothes" scene and I'm sure you could do some gay awakening shit.

Also Yuzu is so happy upon seeing Serena late in the series. Just look at her!

And then when Serena betrays them she's so sad. DAMN IT ARC-V, THIS IS FROM THE FREAKING CAPTAIN SOLO EPISODE, WHY IS MY HEART IN PIECES?!

(Extra angst when you consider this is the last time they spoke before getting thrown into Arc-V)

Finally, I imagine she'd be happy to forever be with Yuzu at the end of the series

Lustershipping:

similar dynamic as Serenade, but with a rival-to-lovers tint. It's just cute, mmkay? Aesthetically, this is one of my favorites, Masumi's design is great

Genesishipping:

Sometimes, ships are more interesting for what they don't tell you than for what they do. The showrunners left the nature of Zarc and Ray's relationship ambiguous, which means there's a lot of possible avenues to take it. Enemies to Lovers? Sure, go ahead. Enemies that become lovers because of their new incarnations' unique souls? Works too.

Plus Zarcray fans make some Fire content.

Honorable Mentions: Guiltshipping, Candyshipping, Emblemshipping, Braceletshipping,

#arc v #arcvmonth #arcvmonth2023 #yugioh shipping #fruitshipping #serenadeshipping #lustershipping #genesishipping #yugioh arc v

[fanatichistory]

Scene Prompt 23

Mwahaha finally had enough time to knock this out! I don’t usually do comfort so this was a exploratory turn ^.^ Also my apologies if I got any duck information wrong, I have a pair that visit my yard every year so it inspired this. Also, sidenote, ducks don’t partner for life, just for seasons apparently? So while I thought I was seeing the same couple each year, I only recently learned it may just be the male or the female bringing in their season’s mate to the yard but I can’t determine which lol.

CW/TW: None :) All comfort

Whumpee went about their day in a robotic fashion.

Sweeping, mopping, dusting, vacuuming etc... Everything seemed droll, boring, routine. Even in the modest sized rustic cabin.

Quack.

A soft, distant sound from outside interrupted their monotony. Turning to the small cabin window, smoothed clean and gleaming by Whumpee's relentless routine to stay busy the last few days and escape boredom out here, they looked out to the yard of various grasses and greens.

Nothing. 

Honk.

Perplexed Whumpee looked out again, looking this way and that. The grass was a few inches tall and extended around the cabin as a small clearing, though keeping the brush of the surrounding forest from encroaching back was a constant battle Caretaker said.

Still nothing?

Quack honk quack.

The sounds were much closer now and easier to hear but Whumpee had never heard them before in their life. What could make such a strange sound? And why did it fill them up with that warm fuzzy feeling Caretaker said was joy and happiness?

"Quack." Whumpee whispered quietly when there were no sounds outside to be heard anymore. Still looking and turning their head this way and that to try and find the source of the sound. Not that they would recognize it but hoping they would. 

"You hear the ducks outside Whumpee?" Caretaker asked softly, knowing to keep their voice low and soft when approaching an unaware Whumpee. "I can take you to see them if you want to?"

Whumpee's heart still jumped in surprise, Caretaker was always quiet even when they didn't mean to be with their footsteps. Though they appreciated the soft voice that was so unlike Whumper's loud and obnoxious one.

"...Duck?" They asked Caretaker questioningly. "What's a duck?"

Caretaker's eyes softened like they usually do when Whumpee asks those kinds of questions. From what Whumpee could tell, they never seemed to mind teaching or showing them what it is Whumpee needed to know or learn to move about in the world.

That's why they lived out here in the woods. Taking it slow, introducing Whumpee to different plants, small little insects like butterflies and that one tick that bit their leg and needed taking out.  

The fish and game meat Caretaker brought home that first day Whumpee couldn't bear to see, having already seen enough blood and guts to last a lifetime. And the smell was too painful.

Bringing forth memories Whumpee would rather forget. 

For their sake, Caretaker ascribed to the forager's diet with Whumpee, running into town for dairy and bread and taking up carpentry while giving up hunting for the time being. Slowly introducing Whumpee to the natural world outside the cabin each day. 

"Come with me, I'll take you to the lake they like to swim at the most." Caretaker said, holding out their hand to Whumpee with a smile while omitting the fact that they knew the ducks hung out there was because of the duck hunting seasons they used to take part in.

It was too soon for Whumpee to know about that side of Caretaker's life. With total trust and complete excitement vibrating through them, Whumpee placed their hand in Caretaker's and practically jumped up and down.

"Yes! Yes sir, please take me to see the ducks!"

Caretaker couldn't help but notice that while Whumpee still held on to some of their conditioning, the excitement that overtook them didn't keep them as quiet as they were trained and cowed into being. And they were glad for it.

Before Whumpee could notice they made a loud noise and panic over it, Caretaker lead them out through the cabin door and took them down a path that was well worn by plenty of feet from Caretaker's family over the generations. 

The path lead to a large, crystalline lake not far but still a nice hike from the cabin for a mile or two, Whumpee wasn't quite sure as they almost skipped along.

And the lake was full of the feathery...things. Whumpee didn't have a word for them. Other than beautiful.

There were two kinds, though both were mostly brown. One was all brown but had white tipping the brown feathers so that the round brown thing floating in the water looked mottled with the chocolate brown dominating. Chocolate.

Whumpee's favorite food. Which made this round brown thing Whumpee's new favorite. It also had a strange iridescent blue square on one feather which was very intriguing to them as they floated by gracefully on the water, quacking away.

The source of the noise!

Next to the round brown things were slight bigger ones that were creamy, with their dark chocolate brown on the inside. They made a lot more noise and shook their emerald green heads every now and again as they would tap at the mottled browns.

"You see the green one pecking the brown one for attention? Their all ducks which are a type of bird, Mallards to be specific, the ones with the green heads are the males and the ones that are all brown are the females. Right now the males are trying to partner up so to speak."

Whumpee watched wide-eyed with awe as Caretaker explained.

The cacophony of sounds from the quacks and the honks echoed across the lake like a musical as Caretaker gestured Whumpee to sit down on patio bench that was on the pier. 

This must be where Caretaker got all those fish earlier...Whumpee thought before shaking their head and focusing back on their new favorite birds.

"I like ducks." Whumpee said sighing happily and leaning on Caretaker's shoulder, the sun slowly setting over the lake.

"I figured you'd say something like that." They said, laughing softly.

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