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dhampling · 3 months

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“Mummy and Daddy’s evening off though, love? Really?”

“Oh shut up, you horrid thing. I know.”

astarion is a newly-minted girldad. that's it. that's the plot.

word count: 2,028

an: fluff, fluff n more fluff. no smut this time. soon. promise. parts ONE and TWO linked respectively but can be read alone.

“She’s asleep, Astarion!”

You are wide eyed, furious; speaking in a whispered shout at your husband.

His pale hands flit across the ties of your shirt, frisking every which way they turn. You slap them off like flies on fruit.

“Even more reason to take advantage of the situation, if you ask me.” He murmurs hungrily in your ear, hands now circling down to your waist to tug on your waistband.

“It’s a fine job I didn’t ask you then!” Gritted teeth. Eyes aflame. Cornered against the dresser.

The crib beside your bed holds your infant daughter - skittish and fresh to a world wholly unknown in every sense of the word. She rests rarely and wails often for company in these early months of being alive with you both. Pallid and red-eyed yet beautiful beyond comparison and entirely yours.

Seeing you together brings him joy unparalleled.

He has, genuinely; never been prouder of anything of his doing - saving the Sword Coast is a drop in the ocean that is completely and utterly awash with love for your youngling. The mistaken mess of his own bastard elven vampiric genetics now born unto another. This time it would be right. The hunger, the rot; the abuse and neglect, they were hundreds of miles away.

He would make it right.

But it was already so. She was here, and you all cried together in that dark, sweaty birth chamber. His great guttural sob at her birth, wracked with emotion he never knew he could possibly be permitted to feel on this immortal coil. Your genuinely feral howls of pain turned weeping with pure joy.

Two full days of agony unlike any you’ve ever endured and she had arrived, breathing; wailing; skin of a changeling in birthing viscera and lungs keen to rival any bellow of the Gods.

Astarion weakly clinging to you both; tears salting your lips and wetting her tiny head for hours on end.

The great weight of another being on your shoulders. His sincere - yet cliche - fervently whispered oath to her just moments after being placed in his arms.

She is home. She is loved beyond any unit of measure. She will want for nothing, and she will never know anguish like that of her parents and their complex lives. No matter who she is or what she becomes, she has two people who are in her corner. She will be fierce if she so desires. Cunning. Witty. Roguish. Barbaric. Horrid.

It didn’t matter. It never would.

She was yours, and his; and she would always have a choice.

He had spoken with her for hours, the nurse whispered to inform you once you had awoken from the deepest slumber of your life. Even then when you looked he was hanging over her small form in her cot, running his lithe fingers over her tiny hands and feet in a repetitive soothing pattern.

When you queried the topic of conversation he simply looked at you with a grin so lovesick it would flip your stomach completely. Butterflies.

“We deserve a bit of fun though, darling. Mummy and Daddy’s evening off? No?”

Astarion pouts, wrapping his arms around you - still pinned against the dresser - and inhaling your scent deeply.

You return the gesture and cough reactively.

“You stink of Noblestalk. I know your tricks.”

You playfully shove him away and tiptoe from your room to the landing, the pale elf hot on your heels.

“I have never stunk in my life, thank you.” He sulks.

You pointedly stop to look at him, before picking up a basket of waiting laundry and descending the stairs. He follows.

“I’m trying to fuck you, dear. Don’t make it weird.” He rolls his eyes and huffs.

You hum.

“Corpses tend to smell awful.”

“Warning.”

“You started it.”

“Touché.”

A beat of silence.

“Mummy and Daddy’s evening off though, love? Really?”

“Oh shut up, you horrid thing. I know.”

“You’re getting rusty.”

He captures you in a kiss as you reach the bottom of the stairs, slow and patient. Holding your free arm to keep you close.

“Look at me. I’m the epitome of the fatherly jester!’

Waggles his free hand.

‘I have been blessed with brains and humour anew by the birth of our daughter, clearly.’

He grimaces.

‘Not necessarily superior versions of either, but I - am - changed.”

From the moment of her conception you’d felt it. An old wives’ tale. The night you’d agreed to mother a brood alongside him, you knew she was there. That she was her. That she was brewing as something brilliant deep inside you and nothing would be as it was ever again.

He’d called it ridiculous, gestured wildly and rolled his eyes to the deepest hells, but a hazardous hope never left them until you’d far missed your bleed and it was confirmed to be true.

From that moment onwards, something shifted even further in Astarion.

The domestic tether to your townhouse in the city - no longer just a convenience to remain a steady base for you both, but a fundamental part of his scene setting, to plant roots and grow together. Two centuries of rot and abuse, and his reward was finally nearing completion.

His nesting phase began far earlier than yours and with greater intensity than you could’ve matched even without the issue of your later-heaving belly. Entire pinboards tacked with decadent fabric swatches for every occasion - be it swaddling or nursery curtains. Tailor’s tape around his neck each morning and notebook in hand to note your measurements and take inventory of your wardrobe; ensuring you never looked awry or felt anything less than wholly comfortable.

Because gods forbid ill-fitted clothing stand in the way of you and your brutal vomiting spells, obviously. A pointed click of his tongue as he fixes your sleeve.

In the middle months of your gestation, the typically discerning clientele who visited you and Astarion in your tailor’s store at the dead of night were the first to become privy to the news. Rounder by the week, flushed; brimming with a deep fatigue and yet somehow absolutely aglow.

Children to be fitted for yet another presentation evening placed sleepy hands on your belly with a saccharine softness. Their parents jostle you - sometimes in congratulations, sometimes to whisper in sheer curiosity. Dhampir are a notoriously rare breed, and you’re certain there were rumours of a third party involvement in the process.

‘No, no. We just tried really, really hard.’ You’d smile, as if in a blissful stupor from just the recollection. He’d turn to you with his ridiculously brilliant hearing; needle between teeth, brow raised; lips upturned in a slight quirk. Devilishly handsome, never anything less.

You drop the laundry basket in the kitchen corner. A stuffed bear falls from it. Clive.

A pause.

“You never asked what I did with that shirt, you know.”

It takes you a moment to recall which shirt he’s referring to. He sits at the table and watches you lazily.

“Which? The one for Mr. Chugley? I didn’t think it needed much by way of adjustment, at least?”

A stale piece of burnt toast sits on the counter untouched. You bite and chew and bite and chew like a woman who has never once tasted a morsel so divine; so untainted by the evils of hot butter and a filling bronze crunch.

“Oh - Bunt? Gods, no.’

He sips his stone-cold tea. A fresh film wobbles on top.

‘Bunt Chugley.”

A snort of laughter sends it straight back through his nose and out onto the table. You begin to choke on your toast.

“Bunt Chugley.” You giggle, crumbs spilling from your mouth.

Astarion stands to wipe himself down, creasing over with an escalating laughter.

“Bunt Chugley.”

He waggles his hands, eyes heavy lidded with lack of rest.

He looks purely maniacal.

“That’s- that’s what we should-’

You stop for breath, cackling now; hands over knees for a brief moment.

‘We should call the next one Bunt Chugley.”

He launches into a wheezing fit.

“How- How would that even work, darling? Like Bunt Chugley Ancunín, or- or-”

“No! No, no. Just that. Bunt Chugley.”

You hold both hands to your eye as if framing a canvas, looking through the gap at the ludicrous proposition in front of you.

He takes a moment to still. Smiles at you dopily.

Crosses the floor and brings both hands down to your waist with a gentle grasp.

“I am so sorry, my love.” He grins and holds his forehead against yours.

You look at him, dazed.

“Hmm?’

He simply looks up.

A profoundly gut-wrenching wail becomes apparent to you from above. Your face falls.

‘Oh for fuck’s sake, Astarion.”

He’s up the stairs before you can comment further, swiftly darting back into your chambers and grinning with an unbridled joy - though, you note, with lack of rest that grin is beginning to look more insane by the hour.

“Sweetheart! My darling girl. Shush now. You’re sounding something absolutely wicked.”

You watch on from the doorway, arms folded; stale toast in hand and jaws meeting in a firm chew.

He’s far too good with her.

It somewhat surprised you at first just how innately fatherhood came to him, but as he picks her up and cradles her intently it’s as if there are fractures of his own childhood coming back. How he was loved, how he was held.

A piece of him, now alive and breathing again after all these years of death.

He coos at her, bouncing her small frame gently in his arms and hushing her with each wail. It takes very little for soft mewls to take their place as she reaches aimlessly in his direction.

He leans towards her grasping fingers and allows her to take one of his ringlets from the front of his head as he kisses her tummy. She’s enthralled by him; recognises him. She wants to know more of him.

As he lifts his head her grasp remains firm.

“We have some work to do on your sleight of hand, I think. Not to worry.”

Ever so gently, he unpicks her fascinated fingers and kisses them all in tow. Her face looks almost ready to crumple before he reaches for one final kiss on the very top of her head.

“There, now. All better. Back to sleep?’

A gurgle. A puzzled blink.

‘Absolutely. Mummy does look particularly radiant today, doesn’t she? I’ll be sure to send your regards.”

He catches the smile on your face. Winks your way.

“You’re getting the baby to flirt on your behalf now?” You tease.

“That’s the lady of the house to you. She was simply passing on her praises.” He whispers as he places her back into her crib and steps back fondly. Sidles over to you as you finish the last bite of toast and pulls you in for a soft kiss.

“Stop playing coy. I know you feel the same way I do.’

He whispers down at you.

‘You want another one, don’t you?’

A kiss on the very top of your head.

“You’re projecting.” You smile.

You can’t deny him for long, he knows this. You don’t particularly want to.

Since becoming a mother you’ve taken to parenthood almost as naturally as he has; and when the topic has come up since you’ve struggled to say no and mean it.

“Think, though. The sooner we try again, the sooner we can begin building our little mercenary force.” He looks at you with the face of a man who thinks he’s just had a really good idea.

“Oh! Yes! You’ve sold me!’

You pull him into a long kiss, the kind that still makes you swoon after all this time together. He tastes like cold tea and smells so clinical you can’t help but laugh heartily as you pull away.

‘That Noblestalk is getting to me. Have a bath and try again with a little less?”

He scowls before narrowing his eyes in thought.

“Does that mean what I think it means?”

“It just might, my darling dearest.”

You wink this time.

The bath starts running before you’ve fully made it back down the stairs.

#astarion x reader #dadstarion #i LOVE HIM #my writing #fluff #no smut #yippee #astarion ancunin #afab reader

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moremaybank · 4 months

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AIN’T A LONELY CHRISTMAS SONG — j.m

pairing: dad!jj maybank x mom!reader warnings: sexual innuendos (sort of), jj being a tad mistletoe obsessed, your daughters get into a tiny disagreement, mentions of pregnancy, i think that's it author's note: so i was trying to stay away from using names, but it was getting repetitive saying your older daughter and your younger daughter over and over so i gave them names. hopefully you find them cute LOL. also, this isn't technically part of my holiday event, but i wanted to write this to sort of kick things off ♡︎ naughty or nice ! ౨ৎ

“C’mon, pretty girl. It’s getting hard holdin’ on like this. You sure it’s not too big?”

“We just need to finesse it a bit. Nudge it a little to the left ‘n then we can slide it in.”

Beads of sweat started to form on JJ's forehead. His muscles were starting to cramp and he had to hold his breath to make sure he didn’t physically combust. “Okay, baby. How ‘bout now? ‘M I good?”

“Yeah. Okay. You’re good.”

With a collective heave, JJ pushed while you pulled, but the oversized tree seemed determined to resist. Then, after numerous strategic twists and turns, you managed to get the tree inside of your shared home. Needles of pine littered across your wooden floors like confetti.

JJ chuckled as he looked at the slightly dishevelled tree. “Well, you said you wanted the entryway to look memorable, right?”

You sent a glare his way. “Not what I meant, J.”

Soon, you heard the pitter-patter of tiny feet against your stairs, followed by two adorably shocked gasps. Your older daughter Avery sprinted down the steps, her little sister Elle hot on her trail as they rushed over to the two of you.

“Woah! Big tree!”

“Big tree,” Elle echoed in agreement. JJ crouched down, scooping her into his brawny arms and lifting her so she could get a better look. She reached out, her small fingers brushing against one of the branches and she retreated with a curious and excited squeal.

“Yeah, I think Mama went a little overboard. You agree?”

Avery clung to your side, her arms circling your hips as her chubby cheek smushed against your thigh. Big blue eyes gleam as they stare up into yours. “I think it’s perfect.”

You broke out into a smile, smoothing out some of the frizz on the top of her head. “Me too. Daddy just doesn’t see our vision.”

JJ rolled his eyes at that.

—

Soon enough, Christmas music swirled through the air, and the sweet fragrance of your festive candle made your home smell like its own winter wonderland.

JJ used his manpower to retrieve all of your decorations from your basement, earning a sweet but fleeting kiss from you before you lugged it all over to the tree.

Boxes upon boxes of ornaments and other decor littered around the room, messily so as your girls dove in with eagerness. Their decorating skills were definitely…questionable, but neither of you could deny how adorable they looked as they overflowed the tree with everything they could find.

JJ instantly recognized that caliber of enthusiasm, knowing that his gorgeous girls had no doubt inherited it from their mom. The woman of his dreams had passed on everything he loved about her to their children, and it warmed his heart.

“Look at this, babe,” you said, peering at your husband over your shoulder.

JJ abandoned his place on the couch, crouching down beside you to get a look at what you were showing him. It was an ornament, a very worn one. Inside laid a picture of the two of you, huddling together with bright, toothy grins and Santa hats on your heads. You couldn’t have been more than twelve years old at the time. Your parents had invited JJ to stay over for Christmas, knowing full well that Luke wouldn’t try to give him much of a memorable day. They’d gone over the top, getting double the amount of presents and matching pyjama sets for the both of you. You’d crafted gingerbread houses (in which JJ had tried to make a competition out of it and lost severely), drank copious amounts of hot chocolate, and watched Christmas movies until you slumped together on the couch in deep slumber.

JJ smiled fondly. Those times were so precious to him, then and now. He’d just started to recognize that he was nursing a crush on you, and being with you at your favourite time of the year only made him fall for you more. Sure, he was just a kid in middle school. But that didn’t mean he was too young to realize how much adoration he held for you in his heart.

“You were so cute,” you gushed, turning your face to him so you could kiss his cheek. “Baby JJ.”

He arched a brow. “You sayin’ I’m not cute anymore?”

A laugh bubbled from your throat. “Of course not. But look at those cheeks. So squishy.” You pinched one of his cheeks, maybe a tad too hard, and he shoved your hand away, massaging the soreness away.

“Ouch, baby.”

You leaned in to plant another kiss on the apple of his cheek but were interrupted when a sudden and spirited fight broke out between your daughters. Both of your heads snapped toward them, your shared bubble of love now popped.

“I want the star!” Elle insisted, clutching onto the golden tree topper with all her little might.

“No fair! You did it last time!” Avery’s arms crossed over her chest and she stomped as her tantrum began to surface.

JJ, sensing the inevitable meltdown about to ensue, intervened with his signature, charming grin. The one that had convinced you to marry him and had managed to give you two beautiful children. “Alright, ‘lil ladies. There’s no need to fight. You can both do it together, yeah? Can you do that?”

JJ’s hands reached out, tickling each of their sides and watching their twin frowns dissolve into smiles. Giggles filled the air and warmth bloomed in your chest instantly.

“Okay, Daddy,” Elle spoke, giving in to her favourite person in the world. Her eyes drifted onto her sister. “‘M sorry, Avey.”

“That’s real nice of you, Ellie,” JJ praised, kissing her temple. Then his gaze moved onto her sister. “How ‘bout you, Aves?”

Your eldest nodded, now looking bashful. Avery, ever the sweetest (despite her occasional outbursts), caved in the moment her little sister’s nickname for her hit her ears. “I’m sorry too. We can be a team.”

Your smile grew larger, making your face sore.

You and JJ had been through it all together. From friends to lovers, and everything in between. He’d plucked his heart out of his chest and handed it to you on a silver platter without thinking twice about it. The power of his love was almost surreal. But the most magical thing you got to witness while being with him was watching him transform into an amazing father. Sure, he was a goofball who was constantly bouncing off the walls with all that energy pumping through his veins twenty-four-seven, but when it came to your little girls, he was a natural. Hell, your theory was proven to be right yet again when he handled that impending tantrum with just the flash of his smile.

“What are you lookin’ at, goof?”

JJ’s voice broke you out of your daze. He was standing now, each of your girls propped up on both of his hips as he carried them. Avery and Elle eyed you curiously while their hands both held the golden star.

You gave him a shrug, walking over to them. Your arms wrapped around all three of them as best as you could manage. “You’re all just so lovely.”

JJ burned to kiss you. He almost did. But when Elle whined about how her arm was getting tired from holding the tree topper up, he was returned to reality.

The kiss can wait, he thought.

“Alright, my little star commanders. Let’s do this thing.”

He carefully stepped up onto the stool sitting in front of the large tree, and with a team effort, Avery and Elle strategically placed the star at the very top. They clapped and cheered together, high-fiving in victory once JJ stepped down and back to let them admire their work.

“Nice work, babies. You killed it.”

—

You passed through the living room and into the kitchen, taking note of the mistletoe that your husband had sneakily hung in the doorway. You shook your head, smiling to yourself as you headed over to the cupboard to grab some mugs and the hot chocolate mix. As you waited for the milk to warm up, your eyes landed on the alternate entrance into the kitchen. More mistletoe dangled from the doorframe. You knew without a doubt that you’d find it in every entryway that adorned your home.

You made all four cups, completing them with dollops of whipped cream and chocolate shavings. You placed them on your wooden tray, but before you could pick it up and bring it to your family, strong arms wrapped around your frame. The owner’s chin dropped onto your shoulder after leaving a kiss there.

“Hi, Mama,” he rasped. You could hear the mischievous grin in his tone. “These look amazing.”

“I figured we deserved something sweet for all our hard work,” you responded. You turned around in his hold, your hands running up the lengths of his arms and coming to a stop on his shoulders. “Nice job with the mistletoe, by the way.”

He shrugged casually, but his smirk only grew wider. “Can’t be out here wasting any opportunities. Y’know I can’t live without your kisses.”

“Mhm.”

“Hey. ‘M serious. Gotta be prepared.” JJ pulled something from his pocket, and his arm raised over your heads. “See? Prepared.”

You laughed softly, leaning up to peck his lips. “You don’t need to carry that around. I’ll kiss you any time you want.”

“That a promise?”

“The biggest promise, Maybank. Those lips are mine.” You granted him another kiss, this one languid and loving. “Now let’s go check up on our troublemakers. It’s way too quiet in there.”

—

The four of you settled in on your couch, the fireplace glowing and providing a coziness to the room. You all found refuge under one of your thick, fluffy blankets, with both girls plopped in yours and JJ's laps. The soft, golden cast of the lights on your tree illuminated the room enchantingly.

Avery nestled against JJ, her head resting comfortably on his chest, while Elle found a cozy spot in your hold. The familiar tune of Where Are You, Christmas filled the room, Cindy Lou Who’s sweet voice carrying out the lullaby that seemed to put everyone at ease.

As the plot unfolded, the Grinch was giving a dramatic monologue at the annual Whobilation festival in Whoville. Even with all the chaos ensuing as the he burned the town tree and destroyed the celebration, Avery’s eyes drooped, and Elle’s rhythmic breathing told you that she was already fast asleep. You shifted her into a more comfortable position gently and looked over at JJ. His eyes were fixated on the sleeping girls, a soft smile playing on his rosy lips.

“I’ve dreamt of nights like this.” His voice carried in a whisper, careful not to wake the kids up.

“Yeah?”

He nodded, his expression clear with contentment. “Yeah. When I was younger, I’d just sit ‘n imagine what it’d be like to have a home, a family…all of this. Luke never gave me any of that.”

His arms tightened around Avery, who curled into his chest further in her sleep. “Never thought I’d have this, y’know? Never thought I’d get to call you my wife — I still can’t believe I get to call you that, by the way. Or have a real home, a real family. I love you guys more than I ever thought I could.”

“We love you. The girls are crazy about you, ‘n so am I. We’re so lucky to have you, baby.” You extended your arm toward him, placing your hand on his shoulder and giving him a comforting squeeze.

He shook his head. “Nah. I’m lucky. You made this real for me. I never thought I deserved any of this, but you never stopped trying to convince me that I could have it all. This is all ‘cause of you, pretty girl.”

“It was a team effort,” you assured him. “The house, the girls. Our life. This was both of us.”

“When you talk like that, it makes me wanna give you another baby.”

You bit your lip through an uneasy smile. “I don’t think it’s gonna take that much work…”

His blonde brows pulled together in confusion. “Huh?”

“I’m pregnant.”

JJ’s eyes widened once the words sank in, showcasing a mixture of surprise and overwhelming joy. His smile was so bright that it gave your decorated tree some tough competition.

“Really?” He whispered, breathless.

You nodded, your smile mirroring his. He’d always had that effect on you, always had such contagious enthusiasm. “Yeah. Looks like we’re getting our dream again.”

With a lack of better judgment, JJ let out a whoop of excitement that echoed throughout the room. He had temporarily forgotten about the peaceful slumber that had taken over your girls. “Fuck yeah!”

You giggled softly, placing a finger on your lips and shushing him. “Shh. You’re gonna wake them.”

He half-ignored your words, leaning in to kiss you deeply. “‘M sorry,” he mumbled against your lips. “‘M just excited.”

“It’s okay, babe. I’m happy you’re happy.”

Your head tilted, resting on his shoulder. You settled further into the couch, feeling the warmth of the joyful news you’d just shared. JJ swore to himself that he didn’t think he could get any luckier, but in a matter of mere moments, he learned that he was wrong. Your family was expanding, and there was more love to be shared. Love he didn’t even know he had in him. Each time you have a child, it grows more and more, yet it still shocks him every time it appears on his doorstep.

JJ’s head rested against yours after he kissed your hair. If this was how he’d live out the rest of his days — surrounded by the beautiful family you two had created together, he’d never want for anything else. His dream came true, now four times over.

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nataliasquote · 3 months

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Omg I need a pt four with double the trouble on her talking with Wanda and Isla then her dating Maria bc I mean come on Maria> Bucky anytime and also her being a girl boss and I kinda wanna see what happens with her and Bucky and what sorry ass excuse he’s come up with

Double the Trouble [pt. 4] | n romanoff

Double the trouble au: part 1, part 2, part 3,

Summary: Natasha and Wanda's teenage twin daughters are a lot to handle, but despite their differences and arguments, there's nothing they wouldn't do for each other

Warnings: mentions of cheating

Pairings: WandaNat, O!C x Valkyrie

wc: 3.8k

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Y/n had sworn off dating for the foreseeable future. Which was a bonus in Wanda and Natasha’s eyes, who only wanted to keep their not-so-little girls safe. Isla and Valkyrie were different, they were obsessed with each other. But for Y/n’s sake they kept the PDA to a minimum when she was around. Although it had been a week since Y/n found out about Bucky, she was still rather fragile, even if she hated being referred to as so.

She was quieter at home too. It was one of the rare nights where no one had any after school activities and Natasha wasn’t teaching. Wanda had cooked the girls’ favourite meal: tomato and chicken pasta with garlic bread. It was a childhood classic and 7 year old Y/n would have loved it.

But tonight it was different. The usual daily chatter occurred as plates were loaded up with food and everyone began to eat. Natasha and Isla were laughing as the young redhead explained a funny story about her science class, and even though Y/n had been there, her mouth didn’t even twitch into a smile.

She pushed her food around with her fork, stabbing the spiral pasta shapes rather aggressively but never bringing it to her lips. Her actions were repetitive and she zoned in and out without even realising. It’s not like anyone noticed.

But Wanda noticed. She smiled along with Isla’s story but kept her gaze fixed on Y/n the entire time, brows furrowing in a soft frown. She’d seen how much her youngest had drawn in on herself, but there had been little to no improvement, even after a week. Although Wanda wasn’t sure what the general time frame for this was; her first and only love was Natasha.

Her demeanour didn’t change throughout the whole meal time and soon everyone had finished eating, except Y/n. Natasha looked at her wife worriedly who just shook her head.

‘Can you take Isla out of the way for a bit? I need to talk to Y/n alone.’ Wanda spoke in Natasha’s mind. Her wife nodded and made a big deal of collecting up the plates, encouraging Isla to do the same and they both retreated into the kitchen.

“Y/n?” Wanda gently asked, tapping the table in front of the girl whose head was only being supported by her hand. “Sweetheart?”

The young girl hummed and looked up, tired eyes meeting her mothers across the table. She saw the look of pity that she despised so much and rolled her eyes, scraping her chair away from the table in order to leave the room.

“Y/n, wait!” But the teenager didn’t want another lecture on the way she was acting. She just wanted to be alone, didn’t anyone understand that? She didn’t even acknowledge the way her sister and mama fell silent as she stormed through the kitchen. Wanda followed only seconds later and they all watched Y/n’s hunched figure climb the stairs, a door slam following quickly.

“So it went well then?” Isla asked, holding her dripping and soapy hands over the sink as she looked between her moms. “She seemed happy.”

“Shush Isla,” Natasha muttered, handing her another plate to clean. Wanda was chewing on her lip anxiously and even thought Natasha wasn’t the one with mind reading abilities, and still knew what her wife was thinking. “Go talk to her, she isn’t allowed to storm off during a conversation.”

“But, don’t you-“

“Wands,” Nat said, gently holding her wife’s shoulders. “She needs comfort, even if she doesn’t want to admit it. And you’re the best at that, and you know it too.” The witch wasn’t convinced, but a quick kiss gave her a boost of confidence and she ascended the stairs to Y/n’s room, knocking softly.

“It’s me baby, can I come in?” There was the sound of faint rustling and a muttered curse sounded before the door opened slightly.

“I’m fine, I really don’t need-“

Wanda placed her hand on the door. “I know, I just thought you might want some company.” Hesitation was evident across Y/n’s face. “Stop shutting us out, please baby.”

Y/n sighed but opened the door, allowing Wanda to slip inside and close the door behind her. The room was dark, only the small bedside lamp acting as a light source. Y/n crawled onto her bed and leaned against her pillows, blanket pulled high around her body.

“Talk to me sweetheart, what’s going on?”

“Nothing, mom, it’s fine.” Wanda gave her a look. “It’s just- I’m fed up of feeling like shit everyday, but I can’t help it. Every time I start feeling remotely good about myself, I just see that picture and it makes me feel ten times worse. I know I wasn’t with him for very long, but he made me feel on top of the world, and now I feel like garbage.”

“You’re not garbage honey.”

“I know that, but god, why did she have to look like a supermodel?”

“I don’t know, but that’s not a reflection of you, it’s one of him. He made a bad move-“

“I spoke to him today,” Y/n suddenly blurted out. No one else knew what she’d done today, but she couldn’t stop herself.

“Oh?” Wanda couldn’t hide her surprise. She knew it would come eventually, but not this soon. “Was Isla there?”

Y/n shook her head. “No one saw.” She couldn’t stop herself from laughing, which was odd in Wanda’s eyes, though she didn’t dare question it. “I just had to ask why.”

“And what did he say?”

“The most pathetic thing he could think of. He said she came to him and there was nothing he could do, which is bullshit really. So I told him that if he was going to lie, don’t do it straight to my face because my mother is a spy and I see straight through that crap!” Y/n had thrown herself up from the bed and was pacing around, her hands dancing animatedly in front of her as she spoke. “And then- do you know what he said?”

“I think I can guess,” Wanda said with a grimace. “It wasn’t a lie?”

“Bingo!” Y/n yelled, clapping her hands together. “It wasn’t a fucking lie! Now, I wasn’t blessed with your magic but it’s pretty easy to tell how much he was forced into it by where his hands were. Were they by his sides? No! On her goddamn face!”

Wanda had never seen her daughter so riled up before. Sure, Y/n had her outbursts at times, but she’d never been like this. Pacing around the room, her body language was so animated Wanda was sure something was going to get knocked over. Y/n was muttering a spew of nonsense that didn’t even make sense.

She hadn’t spared Wanda much of a glance until her ranting slowly came to a stop and turned around to face her mom, bottom lip quivering as tears welled up in her eyes. This sudden change in demeanour had Wanda rushing over and scooping her into a hug, cradling her head into her chest gently.

“Oh baby it’s ok. It’s ok,” she shushed, rocking their bodies as Y/!n hiccuped into her chest. “Want me to get Mama?”

“I just want you.”

Wanda had to hold back the tears herself. She tightened her grip and pressed kisses to her daughter’s soft red hair. “I’ve got you babygirl, I’ve got you.”

“I’m so sorry.”

“You don’t need to be, everything will be ok.”

“No,” Y/n said, pulling away with a whimper. “I’ve let you and Mama down. I’ve been a shit daughter and sister and I’m really sorry.”

“No, baby, listen to me.” Wanda guided them to sit on the edge of the bed, her hands holding Y/n shaking ones tightly. “He was your first love, first loves are messy. They rarely turn out the way we want them to. But you’ve kept your heart through everything which means you love harder and deeper than most people. And that’s one of the most beautiful things about you.” She reached up to tuck a stray piece of hair behind Y/n’s ear. “Keep it for someone special, because one day that person is going to show up and be deserving of everything you have to give them.”

“How will I know?” Y/n asked, her voice hoarse. She really thought she understood love, but now she just felt like a kindergartener. Lost and always looking to others for guidance.

“It’s not something you know, it’s something you feel,” Wanda replied with a soft smile, tapping her daughter’s chest where her heart sat. “You’ll know when the right person comes along.”

“How did you know?” Her mothers’ love story was something of a fairy tale, and no matter old they got, herself and Isla never became sick of hearing it.

“I knew from the second she smiled at me. She always acted so tough around everyone but she let a smile slip and I knew right there that I was going to marry her.”

Y/n was silent for a few moments, mouth screwed up in thought.

“What’s on your mind?”

The young girl shrugged. “What if I never find that? What if there isn’t anyone out there for me?”

Wanda shuffled over and placed her arm around her daughter’s shoulders. “You’re 17 honey, so young. You have your whole life to find your special person. I didn’t meet your mama until I was in my late 20s. It will happen, I promise.”

“Not if I never date again.” Wanda chuckled at her dramatics, making Y/n smile too. “I’m serious!”

“I know, I know.” They both looked at each other before bursting into laughter. Even Natasha heard from downstairs and she smiled. That was her favourite sound. “It will get easier, you know. Suddenly seeing him won’t feel like the end of the world anymore.”

“I know. I just need distractions.”

Wanda’s eyes went wide as an idea popped into her head. “Why don’t you invite Maria around, and you guys can have a movie night downstairs on the couch? I’ll get Mama to fetch snacks and drinks if you want.”

“But it’s a school night.”

Wanda pulled Y/n in for a hug. “And how my daughter feels is a lot more important to me than some lousy school day. Give her a call and let me know what she says. If she can’t make it, then I guess you have to settle for me and Mama.”

“That doesn’t sound like a bad thing.”

Wanda had to stop herself from melting on the spot. She kissed her daughter’s cheek with a laugh. “Thank you for not being a typical teenager. I don’t know what I would do without my cuddles.” Standing up, she collected a pile of cups and plates that had collected in Y/n’s bedroom over the week. She gently closed the door behind her and was met by Isla and Natasha in the kitchen, sharing a bowl of ice cream.

“I heard laughter, so I’m guessing all went well?”

“For now, at least. I told her she could invite Maria over for a movie night tonight as a distraction.”

“Can I invite Valkyrie?” The moms looked at each other. “Please?”

“I suppose. But she can’t stay over, ok?”

Isla reluctantly with an eye roll before Y/n came into the room, the smile on her face a stark contrast from before. “She said yes!”

“Perfect. I’ll get snacks then,” Natasha announced, grabbing her car keys from the basket. “Isla you coming?”

“Absolutely not,” her eldest exclaimed. “It’s freezing!”

“I’ll come.”

Natasha grinned at Y/n and poked her tongue out at Isla who didn’t even notice as she looked at her phone. “That’s my girl, cmon.”

An hour later, everyone was snuggled on the large couch with a multitude of blankets spread out across the large couch. A rom com played on the large flat screen tv and Isla and Valkyrie were having a competition to see who could catch the most m&ms in their mouth at once.

Y/n and Maria cheered them on from their end of the couch, Y/n’s legs thrown carelessly over her best friend’s lap. The brunette didn’t even notice how her hands rested on her ankles or even how close they were to each other.

They all settled down to watch properly but Y/n had a hard time keeping her eyes open. Her head kept nodding back against the couch arm rest but she refused to sleep. She’d dragged Maria all the way out here, it would be unfair if she fell asleep.

But she couldn’t keep sleep away forever. Isla and Valkyrie had disappeared upstairs, leaving Maria and Y/n curled up together. The young redhead was fast asleep, her head resting on her best friend’s chest. Maria had her arms wrapped protectively around her and her chin gently rested on the side of Y/n’s head. Her eyes were fixated on the movie but every now and then they blinked heavily, the dark room not helping her fight the tiredness.

Wanda and Natasha silently observed from the doorway, noticing a lack of their eldest daughter, and their youngest’s current position. Natasha gave her wife a knowing look before looking back at Y/n. Maria had succumbed to sleep just as the credits started rolling, the upbeat music doing nothing to break their slumber.

Wanda reached for the remote whilst Nat tucked another blanket around both bodies to keep them comfortable. Maria stirred and Nat held her breath, but the brunette only adjusted her grip on Y/n and held her tighter before falling back asleep again.

“What about school tomorrow?” Natasha whispered as she rejoined Wanda in the doorway, fingers hovering over the light switch.

“Y/n is happy. Missing a day of school isn’t the end of the world. We’ll let them rest.”

They closed the door and headed towards the stairs, deciding not to check on Isla. She knew the sleepover rules and they both trusted her enough.

“I really do love you,” Wanda sighed at the bottom of the stairs, looping her arms around Natasha’s waist. “I’m so glad I decided to marry you.”

“I don’t know where this is coming from, but I love you, my wonderful wife.” Natasha Romanoff, ever so cheesy.

“I love you and our girls more than anything,” the Sokovian mumbled against Natasha’s lips before they kissed. It was short and sweet and reminded Wanda so much of their first kiss all those years ago.

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Endurance 1

Warnings: this fic will include obsessive behaviour, possible non/ducbon, bullying, and other elements which may not be specifically triggered. Please be cautious in continuing on to the story.

Character: Walter Marshall

Summary: A fellow gym go makes your workouts even more taxing.

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You come out of the changing room and peek at the wall mirror as you pass. You admire your new bubblegum pink leggings and polka dot top. It’s a bit out there but you’ve seen neons in this place that make your retinas burn. Besides, you’ve never been shy when it comes to fashion. It’s not just your passion, it’s your job.

It’s late enough that the bodies there are far and few between. You prefer the nights when the gym feels like a ghost town. The air is quiet but not stagnant.

Your water bottle swings on its handle from your hand as your bouncy steps keep in time with the boppy music thrumming in your earbuds. Your workout mix is a nice blend of retro and contemporary bass hits. You catch yourself humming and stamp it down. Sometimes, you forget other people can perceive you, not that there’s many around to so.

You find an empty mat. They all are. You put your bottle down and start your stretches. Your late night sessions help clear your mind though it never really stops. In your mind, you’re seeing pleats, seams, and ruffles.

Your body moves without thinking. It’s all muscle memory. You’re no gym rat, you don’t go that hard, just enough to loosen up your muscles. Your note overly swoll as the young ones call it. You’re fit enough for a light jog and the stairs don’t leave you winded like they used to.

After your stretches, you slurp loudly from the straw of your water bottle, walking with it still between your lips as you head for an elliptical. You can just let the repetitive motion take over. You pop your lips off the tub and slip the bottle into the little plastic holder on the side of the machine.

As you climb up, you see another figure across the floor. The man sits on the end of a weight bench. For a moment, it looks, even feels, like he’s watching you. From there, you can’t see very well. You don’t wear your glasses in the gym since you lost a pair to a hungry leg press.

You can make out dark hair and his burly form. Hazy but wide enough to clock. Most people around here are stacked. You’re too casual for all that. And you like a piece of tiramisu with your Friday lattes.

You pick your speed and start to climb. You cling to the machine and rock your head to the music. Once more, your throat vibrates and you have to remind yourself to stop. You can’t help it, you love Destiny’s child. Does that date you? For someone working in fashion, you can’t ever risk that.

You zone out, vision blurring as you let your body do the work. The sweat speckles and slicks across your skin. Damn, you might just be bootylicious after this work out.

Your fitbit rumbles and you look down. You’re in the zone. You keep going until you hit thirty minutes and slow down. You cool off for ten minutes and swipe up your bottle, sucking on it greedily as you head back to the mats.

You swing out your arms and stretch your legs in slowly lunges. You bend forward, touching each toe with opposite hand, lingering with your ass up as you brace your hips. A sudden clang has you standing straight so fast you nearly topple onto your butt.

You throw out your arms to catch your balance as you let out a pathetic, ‘woah-oh-oh'. You look over at the man as begins reps with the heavy dumbbells. You’ve never gotten above the tens. His blue eyes flash in your direction and you give a sheepish smile.

You don’t want to seem weird so you return to your stretches. Arms up, lean to one side, then the other. You hear a strange rumble, like thunder, and look over at the man as he continues to work his traps, staring at you. You could even call it a glare.

You tap your ear bud as you face him, “sorry?”

“Do you have to make that noise?” He snarls.

Your brows pop up. We’re you humming again? Oops.

“Sorry, I didn’t realise I was,” you smile and before you can tap play, he scoffs.

“Typical,” he grumbles as alternates to biceps.

He’s built. He’s arms are bigger than your head. Probably. You don’t think he’d let you compare for scale. You drop your hand without tapping.

You get down and extend your legs in front of you. His breaths underline your movement as you bend one leg over the other and push your straight arm against it as you twist. As you do the other side, facing him, his gaze flicks over again.

“You put more time into choosing that outfit than you do working out,” he shakes his head.

You blanch. Oh wow. You must have been really out of tune if he’s that grumpy. You give a tight-lipped smile and keep going. He’s not the first grouch you’ve dealt with. Your editor is a chronic miser.

You straight arms and legs and bend to touch your toes. You then pull your arms back and plant your hands. You lift your pelvis and torso and lean your head back, raising yourself in a straight line as you hang your head back.

“Form is off,” he mutters.

You lower back down and look at him again.

“Oh, uh, do you have any tips?” You ask curiously. He grimaces. You push your shoulders up and tilt your head, “well, if you think of any, I'd be happy to work on it. I’d hate to hurt myself.”

You get to your knees and groan as you push yourself to your feet. He tuts as gets down to plank, still gripping the weights. He lifts the left and puts it back down, then the right. You watch him for a minute, impressed by his strength. Your wary of lifting too much, you don’t trust yourself.

“You think your cute,” he sneers under his breath.

“Um, sometimes,” you hover across from him, “I just thought you might know more than me--”

“Of course I do,” he puffs between lifts.

“Mm, okay, well, I’d love to learn--”

“They got trainers for that,” he snips as he finishes his reps and puts his knees down.

“Right, um, sorry to bother then. I was only... asking,” you turn and grab your bottle.

You flip the top up again and slurp. You get to the bottom, sucking air loudly up before giving up. He huffs and stands with the weights, slamming them back on the rack.

“Do you have to make so much goddamn noise?” He stands straight and turns to you, crossing his thick arms. You stop short and part your lips.

“It’s empty, I didn’t--”

“It’s not the only thing’s that empty,” he taps his skull, “go back to the mall, girl.”

You scrunch your nose, “you don’t have to be rude, mister.”

“Honesty is a gift,” he snorts.

You pull your chin back. You didn’t mean to annoy him and you apologised already. You’re a nice person but you don’t appreciate his tone.

“Well, if I’m being honest,” you put your hands on your hips, “you’re not very nice.”

He chortles as a crease forms in his forehead, “and you’re not as cute as you think.”

“What does it matter what I think I am?” You challenge, “I didn’t ask you.”

“No, you just float around like some airhead and disturb everyone else,” he accuses.

You peer around, “there’s no one here.”

He drops his arms and lifts his chin. He steps forward and you waver, just a bit, put off by his size.

“I’m here,” he says.

You blink. What does that mean?

He takes another step and you stare at him, necks and cheek burning. His words strike an epiphany. It’s just you and him. He’s a lot stronger than you.

Another step and you put your hands up, “mister, you better not come any closer.”

He scoffs again, “or what? Are you going to cry?”

You pout and shake your head, “no, but I... I could scream. Or bite.”

He shakes his head, “what do you think I’m gonna do, girl? That’s what you do, isn’t it? Make yourself the victim. You need the attention to make you feel special.”

He’s getting closer.

“I said stay away,” you project your voice as best you can, “I’m not afraid of you, mister.”

He chuckles and tilts his head. He stops, just a step away from you, “aren’t you?’

Your eyes meet his and you stand trapped in the snare of his glower. His blue eyes are deep and fiery, his chiseled face is framed by dark curls and a thick beard, and his chin is cleft handsomely. He’s fearsome, a bear in man’s flesh. You’re no more than helpless hare.

You back away and his mouth slants in triumph. He’s won. You turn and gulp, gripping tight your bottle as your sneaker squeaks loudly. You scurry away, buzzing with adrenaline.

“That’s right, you run away, girl, run as fast as you can,” he calls after you, “not very, I’m sure.”

You keep a brisk walk as you hurry towards the locker room and push inside. Your heart is hammering and your breathless as you reach your locker. You put the bottle on the bench and clutch the sides of your head. You’re dizzy as you try to get a rein on your frazzled nerves.

You thought you left the bullies behind in high school, over a decade ago. In that second, you’re right back in your teenage years. Your eyes sting with tears and your stomach churns with humiliation. That glimmer of insecurity creeps back into you.

No, no. You’re an adult. You’re a grown woman. You have a job and a life you love. You’re nothing they said you were. You proved them all wrong and you will prove that butthead wrong too.

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bibbityboppitybillyharvgrove · 4 months

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Last Minute - D.Malfoy

Summary - It was only a few days until Christmas and Draco’s girlfriend is still doing some last minute things for gifts. Draco finds her tangled up in yarn and sleep deprived in the library.

Word Count - 916

Warnings - Female reader, period mention, not sleeping, not proofread

Author’s note - Welcome to day 20!! 5 more days and then we are all done with the 25 days of fics! I know this one is later than usual but I had to work and my accelerated winter class started today so I had homework to do. I hope you enjoy!

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It was close to Christmas, the clock ticking closer and closer every minute. Every minute she didn’t spend working on her gifts was a minute wasted. She had been awake for over 24 hours, crocheting her gifts by hand rather than with magic. She liked the repetition of the stitches but now she wasn’t so sure about that. She found solace in the library, it was quiet, the fire was crackling, pages were turning, and the smell of old books mixed with a warm fire. It was the perfect atmosphere to get shit done.

She had completely forgotten, however, that she promised Draco that they would go to Hogsmeade together, so when she hadn’t shown, Draco looked for her. He checked her room, checked the common room, checked the great hall but came up with nothing. That was until Theo had told him she was half asleep in the library. So Draco had thanked his friend before making his way to the library, the only place he didn’t think to check. When he had walked in, he saw her on the second floor, going up the stairs only to find her asleep at the table, tangled in yarn.

“Love, wake up. Let’s go back to the common room,” He instructed as he gently rubbed her back. She jolted awake with a gasp before grabbing Draco’s arm, twisting it painfully. “OW! It’s me! You’re boyfriend!” He shrieked, this caused Madam Pince to make her way up to the second floor and kick out the couple.

“I’m sorry, Dray. I feel terrible, are you okay?” She panicked as they were escorted out of the library after untangling her from her yarn.

“I’m fine, love, are you? I’ve never seen you so tired,” He asked her concerned. She yawned loudly before turning to her boyfriend to answer.

“I’ve been trying to finish all of my projects for Christmas, I didn’t realize how close it actually was until I was able to sit down and start my list.”

“When was the last time you got some sleep?”

“Well I just-”

“Library doesn’t count.”

“I have no clue then, maybe after our potions exam?”

“That was 2 days ago!” Draco was surprised he hadn’t noticed his girlfriend not sleeping, now that exams were over and break was about to start, he was able to sneak her into the boys dorm more often. He was completely drained the last two days with exams and letters coming from home so he had just been putting himself to bed earlier than usual not thinking about his girl. “When we get back to my room, you are going straight to bed. You can’t go on like this, it’s not good for you.”

“I know but I need to finish this! It’s important that I finish my gifts before Christmas!” She protested but with a stern look from Draco she sighed but agreed to go right off to bed.

As they entered his room, Theo, Blaise and Mattheo were all gathered around Theo’s bed goofing off and joking around. The three boys turned their heads as the door opened, surprised to see the state of their friend. Her under eyes were a lot darker than normal, her gait was clumsy, her hair messier than normal and her eyes were glassy and heavy. “Salazar, what happened to you?” Mattheo asked her, feigning disgust.

“Fuck off, Riddle. I haven’t slept in nearly two days, my period is coming, I’m hormonal and tired, of course I look rough,” She told the boy off, the group surprised with her attitude but brushed it off.

“Get into some comfy clothes and go to sleep, principessa. Do you want to borrow one of my sweaters?” Theo asked her sweetly.

“No thank you though Theo. I’ll steal another one of Draco’s, but I will steal a pair of pajama pants,” She smiled at her friend before heading to her boyfriend’s trunk, pulling out a warm sweater, nearly missing the pair of flannel pajama pants that were tossed her way and heading to the bathroom. She changed out of her school uniform and into the borrowed clothing, gathering her dirty clothes and headed back to the room. Her boyfriend was already laying on the bed waiting for her.

“Do you need us to go somewhere else? We can go to the common room,” Blaise offered.

“Yes-” Draco started before his girlfriend cut him off.

“No, it’s okay. I’ll probably fall asleep in a few minutes anyway. Chat away, it won’t bother me.”

Draco stuck his tongue out at the trio childishly before opening his arms to his girlfriend who just about collapsed into them. Not even a minute after she had settled herself against his side, her head resting on his chest and listening to his heartbeat, she had fallen asleep. He let out a chuckle seeing how quickly she had fallen asleep as he pulled the covers up over the two of them.

“Is she already asleep?” Mattheo asked.

“Yep, passed right out once she was comfortable,” Draco replied, fondness laced in his tone as he watched his girlfriend sleep peacefully.

“Whipped,” Theo muttered behind a cough.

“I am. But hey, at least I have a significant other, Nott,” Draco shot back, causing a roar of laughter from all of the boys in the room including Theo himself. She hadn’t even stirred at the noise, still just peacefully sleeping in the arms of her boyfriend. She was right where she wanted to be.

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kaeyas-beloved · 4 months

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spider lily

Character: Kaeya

— the gods really do scorn his existence

CWs: gn!reader (no pronouns), ANGST, hurt/no comfort, you and Kaeya have a kid but it could be biological or adopted, death (reader + child), blood

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haha... happy (very belated) birthday Kaeya <3

Kaeya vividly remembers how he felt the first time you asked him on a date. It was like he was on top of the world, the broadest smile on his face as he agreed to meet you for dinner later, all while having his heart and throat squeeze itself of life. Like the organ that was responsible for keeping him on Teyvat was trying to sabotage him tying a weight to itself and tugging painfully. Tread carefully Kaeya Alberich, remember your place.

Of course, things couldn't be this easy, not when everything good resulted in a double-edged sword stabbing him in the back. There had to be a catch - were you pitying him? Mondstadt knew the bits and pieces of his history with the Ragnvindrs, you easily could too. No, maybe you, the one that captured his attention after many run-ins around the city of wind, had your eye on him too, but for all the wrong reasons.

If he was honest, he almost didn't go. He was a man of his word, yes, but right before the time Kaeya was supposed to meet you, he felt more like he was a ten-year-old boy again, scared and unsure of what the future held. Would you even actually be there? Maybe he just should go home... but what if you're waiting for him? He can't just embarrass you by leaving you there...

Just one peek, he told himself, rounding the building until he stood at the back entrance and sticking his head in. Every day after that one he thanked the Archons that he did, because after pssting Diluc over and inquiring if you were in the building, to which the redhead sighed and nodded, Kaeya steeled himself and sat down with you, offering a small lie that work kept him and that he was terribly sorry. That one decision let a relationship like no other that he's experienced blossom, and his days went from the monotonous curse to slightly better moments to repetition he was comfortable and content with. He even managed by some miracle to get to raise a kid with you, vowing to love both of you with all his heart. To provide for you both the best he can.

So where did he go wrong? Why did he come home to the door rammed through, swinging in the gentle wind? What about the sight of the home the three of you built together over the years destroyed, furniture toppled over and drawers obviously rummaged through?

For the first time in a while Kaeya felt fear strike his body, blood running cold as he called out your name and your kid’s name, begging for a response. Each second that ticked by worsened that chilling feeling as he checked room after room, finding each one turned upside down and void of life.

When the ground floor showed no luck the male climbed the stairs, tripping over in his haste as he disregarded all the other rooms and made a beeline for the bedroom. Out of all the rooms, that one was more likely where he’d find you.

And find you he did… but he wished it wasn’t dead in a pool of your own blood, eyes lifelessly stuck open. What was worse was the body of his kid not too far away from you, curled on their side. From the scene alone, it seems as if you were crawling towards them to protect them, even in your last breath.

Evidence be damned, as the tears fall down his face Kaeya collects the broken forms of you and your kid into his arms. He doesn't care for the blood staining his clothes or how loud his sobs are or how awkward the position is because all that matters is getting to hold his spouse and child for the last time.

At least he was allowed to hold them in peace, his final goodbye. That was the only thing he was granted amidst the pain.

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luveline · 1 month

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hi jade!!

if you’re still taking hurt/comfort requests could i request poly marauders and how they all respond to one of remus’ chronic pain flare ups/his chronic pain in general? i think you did one with reader a while ago so feel free to ignore if it feels too repetitive. i love the way you write remus and his chronic pain it means a lot to me as someone who has chronic pain too!! sometime when i have a flare up i reread all your remus fic and it makes me feel so much better ♥️

thank you lovely!! modern au, fem, 1k

“I just don’t know what to say to him,” James whispers.

You wipe the lip of the bowl, the steam that’s billowing from it fragrant with fresh chopped basil and warm on your cheeks. “You do, Jamie, you’ll just say what you always say to him.”

“I feel like he must get very tired of me, I just verbal diarrhoea at him while he’s crying.”

You give James a loving smile. “And he appreciates it, I promise. Are you gonna come in and keep us company?”

“No. I don’t know. Maybe you can have a look if he’s up for both of us and come and get me?”

James is too much a sweetheart. He’s been taking care of Remus for years and he’s still never sure if he’s doing the right thing, especially when Sirius isn’t there. You promise James you’ll come and get him as soon as Remus says it’s okay, which he most likely will, and start up the stairs with Remus’ dinner tray to the master bedroom.

Remus thankfully isn’t crying now despite a rough morning. He’s sitting against the headboard with his jaw locked and a loose neck pillow on his shoulders for support, the TV on a low volume opposite and lighting his face.

“Can I turn on the light?”

“Please.”

You flick it on. “Your soup. Did you want toast?”

“No… Thank you.” You put the tray on his lap carefully. He tips his head up, smiling weakly. “Thanks, dove.”

“You’re welcome.” You sit down at the top of the bed with him. “Can I stay?”

He’s insistent that you stay. You’ve not got much to say while he eats, his small mouthfuls a mixture of relief and wincing, but you take up station by his worst leg and run a loving hand up and down the front of it. When you’re sure he’s alright, you let your hand slide under, your finger to the soft part behind his knee and pushing downward.

“Tell me if I hurt you,” you say, beginning the familiar motions of a massage.

“I don’t think you could,” he says over the lip of his glass of water.

You turn away from him with a smile. Even poorly, he’s a wild flirt. “You’ll have to tell James he’s allowed to come and see you. He doesn’t want to be annoying.”

“I’ll shout for him.” He sighs and holds his tray on either handle. “Jamie!” he calls, sounding himself but admittedly heartbreakingly tired. “Can you come here? Please?”

James is straight up the stairs. He was probably waiting on the bottom step. “Yeah?” he asks, his irises like mint two pence pieces, his hand sliding down the door frame.

“Can you move this for me? And sit down?”

It’s as lovely an invitation from him as any when said so tenderly. James walks around to Remus opposite side, putting his tray on the wide window sill before situating himself in the mountain of blankets. It must be weird to be someone’s boyfriend but to have been their best friend for a long time before it; they fit together effortlessly in some ways and maintain a certain shyness in others. James has no problem sitting as close to Remus as he can, but he doesn’t look at him right away, not until Remus leans up to kiss James’ brown cheek.

“You’re never annoying,” Remus says.

James wraps an arm behind Remus’ back, confident though cautious not to hurt him. “If you say so,” he says sincerely.

Time slugs slowly for you all when Remus is in pain, but eventually he has to lay down, his leg twitching frantically in your hold, his nose pressed hard to James’ arm. You persuade some painkillers into him and stay at his side with his water bottle, your cheek resting on his shoulder.

You get out your phone to text Sirius. He’ll get upset if he isn’t in the know.

Hi Siri, Remus is in lots of pain, has had 600mg of ibuprofen and three co-codamol because he hasn’t had any paracetamol yet, is that okay?

Sirius texts back quickly. That’s fine, don’t give him anything else even if he asks for it, three co-codamol is one too many

Sirius again, on the way home. do we need anything from the shop ? miss you lovely

You’d smile if you weren’t worried about the boy shaking under your cheek. I miss you too, don’t worry about getting anything

Sirius does worry, you can hear the crinkle of a shopping bag when he gets home a few minutes later. “He was quick,” you say, sitting up to kiss Remus’ cheek. “He’s gonna hog you now.”

“Love you, dove.”

“I love you.”

Remus tries to savour that through the hot pain rushing all over. His pain is strange, it always has been, disobeying reason and often people’s belief. Half of it is a mystery, the other misery, and you and the boys have always believed him nonetheless. He’s never treated as childish or dramatic, only cared for, James’ endless stories and Sirius’ stern concern, and now you, his sweetheart, with all your soft touches and tone. You speak to him like he’s your favourite person on earth, voice underlain with fondness, always. And you’re selfless more often than not as you are right this moment, moving back to his leg, giving Sirius room to crawl breathlessly into bed beside him.

“Hello, gorgeous. What’s hurting tonight?” Sirius asks.

Not said to undermine him, Sirius just needs to know. He wants to fix everything.

“My back and my legs, mostly,” Remus confesses through a shiver. He’ll cry soon. No one will make him feel bad for it.

“Maybe you should try laying on your front for a bit, yeah? James can still harass you,” —Sirius brings his hand to Remus’ cheek and strokes it gently with the bends of his knuckles— “it’s less pressure on your back, is all.”

Remus feels himself calming already. It’s hard to feel hopeless when he’s well looked after.

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I mainly write fanfics/ x you/reader stories but I can't help but feel like I use the word "you" SO often. When I read over my works I feel like I use the word "you" multiple times in every other sentence but I have absolutely no idea how to get around it and I'm worried it gets too repetitive. Any advice on how to get around that??

Fan-Fiction: Too Much "You" in X You Story

If I'm understanding "X-You" fan-fiction correctly, it's written in second-person, meaning the narrator says things like, "You walk up the stairs and turn down the hall. A long, dark corridor stretches out before you, sending chills down your spine."

If you feel like you're overusing "you," it may be because you're doing a "laundry list" of actions rather than telling a story:

You walk up the stairs. You turn down the hall. You see a long, dark corridor stretching out before you. You feel chills skittering down your spine. You swallow past the knot in your throat and start walking. The floor creaks under your foot and you jump at the sound. You take a deep breath and keep moving forward.

See how that's just a list of actions? You did this, you did that, you did some other thing. Try rewording:

A central stairway leads to a long, dark corridor stretching in both directions. With a gulp, you turn left and start walking as chills skitter down your spine. The floor creaks and you jump at the sound. Swallowing past the knot in your throat, you keep moving forward.

From eight yous to three just by rewording. Part of that is relying more on showing rather than telling. "You walk up the stairs" is telling, but "a central stairway leads to a long, dark corridor" is showing. The character could only know there is a corridor at the top of the stairs if they walk up it, and the reader is smart enough to assume that they did.

I hope that helps!

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Yearling - Ch. 20: Healing

Joel recovers from his trip outside of Jackson. A continuation of Yearling ch. 1-19 found on Tumblr here.

Pairing: Joel Miller x Female Reader

Warnings: Smut :D. No use of Y/N. Minors DNI 18+ Only

Length: 6.5k

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“Sweetheart…”

“Not gonna let you just hurt yourself,” you muttered, bringing Joel a cup of tea and setting it on the side table.

“Baby.”

You glared at him and he laughed.

“Baby, if you saw the shit I’ve survived before,” he said. “Gettin’ shot in the leg is nothing. Really. You don’t need to worry this much.”

You glared again.

Even though you knew Joel was right. He was recovering well. You’d seen the scars on his body, he’d survived far worse than a bullet to the leg.

But, for several torturous hours, you thought you might never see him again. When you’d gotten him back, he was injured and in pain.

You knew he was trying to act like it wasn’t so bad. From the night he got back he was trying to pretend like it wasn’t that bad. Walking himself to the bathroom just after you got him home was proof that he was going to push himself until he got hurt. You weren’t about to just let him.

“Hey,” he caught your arm as you passed, fingers closing around your wrist, voice gentle. “I’m OK. Go to the stables. I know it’s killing you, bein’ away from your horses this long. Ellie said she’d come by after school today, not gonna be unsupervised too long.”

You sighed. Joel wasn’t wrong. You were anxious, having gone the better part of a week since you’d last seen your horses. Olivia came by in the evening and gave you a rundown but it wasn’t the same as being with them yourself. There were still a handful who weren’t well broke yet and you knew they must be backsliding in the days since you’d worked with them. They needed constant repetition at this stage and they weren’t getting it.

But just the thought of being away from Joel made your stomach twist. The last time he’d been more than a room away from you he’d been shot. The last time he’d been more than a room away from you, he almost never came back.

“They’ll be fine another day,” you said and Joel sighed before tugging you around in front of him. He lifted your shirt, his hands sliding up to your waist, and he pressed his face to your stomach, breathing you in before pressing his lips to the skin just below your belly button. Your breath hitched and your fingers trailed through his hair.

“Baby,” he said, his lips brushing your skin. “I will be right here. Not goin’ anywhere. I’ll be fine.”

“Joel…”

“Ask Ellie to go by the stable,” he said, kissing you again. “Give you an update.” Another kiss. “Promise I’ll behave.”

“Almost like you’re trying to get me to leave,” you teased a little and he looked up at you.

“Baby, I’d love nothing more than to spend the rest of my life at least this close to you,” he pressed another kiss to your stomach. “But don’t want you doin’ it because you’re afraid.”

You sighed, fingers tangling in his hair.

“Fine,” you said. “But I swear to God if you try to take those stairs on your own…”

He smiled against your skin.

“I’ll be good,” he said. “Now go.”

You sighed and stepped back from him enough that he let you go and your shirt fell down over your stomach again. You planted your hands on his shoulders and bent enough to look him in the eye.

“You stay on this fucking couch,” you said, face stern.

He smiled.

“I’m stayin’ put,” he said. “Think I’m ready for more than just sitting around though, but we can talk about that more when you get back.”

You kissed him, gently, trying to keep it from growing too hungry. But it did, Joel’s hand going to the back of your neck, fingers sinking into your hair, moaning into your mouth. You hadn’t expected to want him this much this badly this often. You’d gone years without sex before. You’d missed it, sure, but it was nothing like this. Not something that left you aching and longing because it had been a week since you’d last had him and that was a week too long.

“Talk about that later, too,” he said pulling away from you, voice needy. “Go to the stables. I’ll be right where you left me.”

You set your jaw and nodded once, going for the door and giving Joel a last, lingering look before walking through it.

Olivia was surprised to see you at the stables when you got there, excited to have you back working with the horses that still needed the most help.

“I’ve been trying to at least do the basics,” she said. “But I can’t stay on ‘em like you can and Pandora threw me yesterday…”

“Are you OK?” You asked quickly, frowning.

“Fine,” she waved you off. “And I got right back on ‘er but she caught me off guard. I just can’t do what you can.”

You nodded and sighed.

“We really outta fix that,” you said, looking back toward Joel’s. “Can’t have me be the only person here who can reliably break horses.”

You started with Pandora who was restless in her stall. You saddled her up as she pawed at the ground and huffed, tossing her head, her mane bouncing.

“You are in rare form young lady,” you muttered, leading her into the paddock and offering her your hand one more time. She sniffed you and huffed before nudging you with her velvet nose. “I’m not goin’ down as easy as Olivia. Better if you just listen up front.”

She huffed and you came alongside her, putting your boot in the stirrup and pulling yourself up into the saddle.

Pandora almost immediately rebelled, bucking and making it so you had to grab the saddle to keep from getting thrown. But it was almost a comfort to feel something so out of control near you that you could still manage. That this wild thing was not going to somehow destroy you and all the work that you’d done.

It took her some time to calm, even after she stopped bucking. You let her get it out of her system, let her thrash and fight and pretend that she was the one in charge, taking you all over the paddock, tossing her head to and fro. But then she stilled, coming to a stop in the middle of the fenced area.

“You done fussin’?” You asked, brows raised even though you knew she couldn’t see them. “Ready to work? Because I’ve got all the time in the world, young lady. You’re just wasting your time and your energy, not mine.”

She huffed and scratched at the dirt one more time but then was still.

“Alright then,” you said. “Let’s go, baby girl.”

You let your mind go and, for the first time since Joel had left, it didn’t drift to what happened to him out there. You just got lost in your work, in the animal you were training, on your connection to her and how to bring her to heel, how to build her into the best version of herself.

She was responding well to commands when Ellie came by the stables and you realized, for the first time, just how much time had passed.

“Hey Kid,” you called as she scaled the fence, perching on the top rail. “Just a second.”

“Can I try?” She asked as you guided her toward Ellie.

“Not on her,” you said as Pandora gave a small buck as if to prove your point.

“I’m good with them, you know,” she said, defensive.

“Yeah, remember how it felt getting thrown off Samson?” You said, coming to a stop next to her. “Gonna be the same when she throws you, too.”

She rolled her eyes.

“Hey,” you said, raising your brows at her. She looked at you. “I know you’re good with them. You’re just not equipped to deal with an unbroke horse. Not yet.”

She sighed but nodded in that exasperated way teenaged girls do. It made you smile a little at how universal it was.

“How’s the patient?” You asked

“He’s good,” Ellie said. “Told me to tell you that he’s in the exact same spot on the couch. Think he’s getting restless, though.”

“What?” You said, sarcastic. “Joel? Not wanting to sit still? I’m shocked.”

Ellie laughed and shook her head.

“Yeah,” she said. “Asshole’s predictable.”

You smiled.

“That he is.”

“Hey, um…” she said after a second, gnawing on her lower lip and bouncing her leg on the fence. “Can I talk to you about something?”

“Sure,” you frowned. “What’s going on?”

“With…” she took a deep breath. “With what I told you. About Joel. About me… I know you said I should think about it. About what it would have been like for him and about… about what parents do for their kids and I am. I am trying I just…” She tilted her head back, looking up at the clear blue sky for a moment. “I don’t know how to do this. I don’t know that I’m doing it right and it’s hard. It’s hard to get back to where we were and to feel like anything is normal and…”

“Hey,” you said gently as she started choking up. “It’s OK Ellie. It’ll take time. You have a lot of feelings about and that’s OK. Joel will wait for you.”

She nodded, crying a little.

“Yeah,” she said. “Yeah, I know… I am really happy he’s OK. I don’t want to think about what might’ve… I’m glad he’s back. And I’m glad he has you. But I just need… I dunno. I need something. I just don’t know what.”

You weren’t entirely surprised. It’s not like you had a ton of insight into Joel and Ellie’s relationship before their falling out, you just knew how they both interacted with you. And it was very different than how they behaved toward each other.

Dinner the night after Joel got back gave you a little insight, anyway. Ellie came over as promised and, at first, it was easy. The two hugged, Ellie tried to pretend like she wasn’t emotional, Joel teased her and called her kiddo.

But it didn’t take long for things to shift. Joel tried to keep it up, the kind of conversation you have with someone you know well and loved deeply. But Ellie shut down after a bit, her jaw getting tight, her fingers rapping against the tabletop.

Joel didn’t push her, though he did look over at you when she was distracted, seeking some kind of reassurance you weren’t sure you knew how to give.

“I’ll see you later,” she said, hugging him good bye.

“Lookin’ forward to it,” he smiled and you could hear him trying to keep the emotion from his voice. She smiled a little stiffly and headed for the door but she paused with her hand on the knob, looking back at him.

“I’m… um…” she paused. “I’m glad you’re back, Joel.”

He smiled but sniffed as he did.

“I am too, Kiddo.”

You were surprised when she came by two days later to check in again, something that must have shown.

“It’s not better yet,” she said. “But… I do still care about him. I want him to be OK.”

Ellie hung out at the stable for a while and you sent Olivia home and put Ellie to work mucking stalls and feeding the horses before she haded to meet her friends for dinner at the mess hall. You were just checking one of the hooves on Sergeant, a horse who had been at Jackson a lot longer than you and was favoring one foot, when you heard a familiar sound behind you.

“Ahem.”

You sighed, setting Sergeant’s foot down and straightening up, eyes narrowed.

“Hey, Baby.”

“What are you doing here,” you glared at Joel who was leaning, with a triumphant grin, on the door to the stall.

He laughed.

“Got bored,” he said. “Didn’t like bein’ away from you. Besides, doc said I should be up and moving…”

“I don’t think Palmer meant walking a mile to the stables.”

“It’s not even half a mile round trip and you know it,” he shook his head. “Figured I could at least look at ya. Maybe talk you into goin’ to the mess hall for dinner.”

Your glare deepened.

“You’re lucky I love you,” you said after a moment. “Because I might strangle you out of frustration otherwise.”

Joel laughed and just watched you finish up your work day before going to dinner.

Tommy and Maria were at the mess hall with William, Tommy looking pretty healthy all things considered. Maria gave you a tight, watery smile and you realized it was the first time you’d seen her since you’d run from her house in a mad dash for the clinic, desperate to see if your men had made it back alive. You felt a strange kinship with her now, one you hadn’t been entirely aware of before.

“Good to see you,” she said, William squirming on her lap.

“You too,” you smiled a little.

Things felt almost normal by the time you started walking back to Joel’s, even as he tried to hide his grimace from the pain.

“See why I didn’t think this was a good idea?” You said, almost smug, as Joel’s limp got more pronounced as you got closer to the house.

“Don’t know what you’re talkin’ about Baby,” he said, a little breathless. “Doin’ just fine.”

“Uh huh,” you said. “Can lean on me if you want.”

“Nah,” he panted. “Don’t need it.”

You rolled your eyes but stayed where he could reach you if he changed his mind. He waved off your help at the stairs at his porch, too, making it up on his own.

“See?” He said as he sat on the couch, breaths still heavy but smirking proudly. “Told you I’d be fine.”

“Joel.”

“Bambi.”

He smiled a little. You rolled your eyes.

“You be OK if I get cleaned up?” You asked. “Need anything?”

“Don’t need a damn thing,” he was still smiling. “Promise I’ll stay put. For real this time.”

“You’d better.”

He kept his word and he was stretched out on the couch reading when you got back, wearing one of Joel’s shirts that smelled pleasantly like him and a pair of his pajama pants. You crossed your arms, and leaned against the door to the hall, looking at him for a moment. He looked at you over the top of his book before he set it face down on his stomach.

“You gonna just stand there?”

“Thinking about it.”

He smiled.

“Why don’t you put a movie on,” he said. “Sit with me.”

You picked something - you didn’t pay very close attention to what it was - before arranging yourself around Joel and pressing yourself close to him.

The past week had felt a lot like when you’d first come to Jackson. You found yourself feeling overwhelmed a lot, hyper aware of the smallest things. Even now, everything outside of Joel was a dull roar, a jumble of sound and light that you had a hard time untangling. It had gotten better as you saw him improve and had the evidence that he was alive and mostly well right in front of you. You were able to focus when Ellie came by and your day at the stables had been surprisingly easy all things considered. But now that you were against him again, you couldn’t make sense of what existed outside of him. You put an arm over him and held him close, pressing yourself against him, your head against his chest where you could hear his heartbeat. You focused on it, the steady and strong rhythm of him in time with his breathing. You held onto it like a talisman, taking him into your lungs and letting him overwhelm you. You’d fallen into him so much, so focused on his small signs of life, that it took you a second to realize that he was talking to you.

“What?” You frowned, pulling your face enough from his chest that you could see him.

“Wondering if you’re OK,” he said gently.

“I’m fine.”

“Bambi.”

You took a deep, shaky breath.

“I meant when I said I couldn’t handle losing you,” you said. “And I know you’re OK and you’re here but… being away from you made me nervous. Just need a minute. Watch the movie.”

He cupped your face gently, eyes searching yours.

“Don’t need to watch the movie,” he said softly, his thumb stroking your cheek. “Just need to be close to you.”

You just looked at him for a moment, memorizing the way the color of his irises shifted, the freckles on his skin, the pattern of grays and browns and blacks in his beard. Your hand curved over his bicep, the warmth of his skin seeping through the fabric of his shirt.

You would have been happy to just be close to him, breathe the same air as him for a bit, but Joel closed the distance between the two of you, his nose brushing your own, mouth pressing against yours.

It was the kind of kiss you’d shared with Joel before leaving the house that day, something hot and needy and longing behind his lips. The arm that was beneath you pressed your body tighter to him, his hand finding the small of your back and tilting your hips so you could feel the hardness of him through his jeans.

“Joel,” you breathed, heart beating out a frantic rhythm against your ribs. “Is this…”

“Told you I was ready for more than just sittin’ around,” he said, his voice needy.

He kissed you again before you had a chance to protest and you let yourself be absorbed by him for a moment, by the feel of his body on yours, the way you craved him that you’d never craved anyone else.

But you forced yourself to pull your mouth away from his but still close enough that your lips brushed against his when you spoke.

“Don’t want to hurt you…”

“Not gonna hurt me, Baby,” he said gently. “Lemme take you to bed.”

You were already damn near drunk on him, on breathing the same air as him, on smelling his skin and tasting his tongue. You didn’t need much convincing.

“OK.”

You followed Joel up the stairs, him going slow but making it just fine. He pressed you against the wall on the top landing, his body tight to yours, his tongue sliding into your mouth as your arms went around his neck.

“Should be proud of me for holding out this long,” he said, breathless, as he trailed his lips from your own to your throat. “Should really get an award, having you in my bed every night and not touchin’ you…”

“Think you were just afraid of getting shot down,” you said, rocking your hips against his almost involuntarily.

“I know when to push my limits,” he said, making his way down to your chest. “Besides, still showing plenty of restraint.”

“This is restraint?” You asked, incredulous.

He pulled away from you enough to look you in the eye.

“Didn’t carry you to bed, now, did I?” He asked. “That’s called restraint, Baby.”

He didn’t give you a chance to argue. Instead, he took your hand and led you to his bedroom. He tugged your shirt over your head and let out an almost pained sigh when he did.

“Are you…” You began, reaching for him. But he caught your wrist in his large hand, his eyes on your chest.

“I never want to go this long without undressing you again,” he said, tugging his own shirt over his head before pulling your body flush with his. You moaned at the feel of his skin on yours. You couldn’t help it, he was so firm but soft, his skin like silk stretched taut over his hardened muscle. He guided you back to the bed until you all but fell backwards on it and he bent to take off your pants and underwear.

“Do gotta ask a favor,” he said, unbuttoning his jeans. You nodded. “Probably shouldn’t try to move you around myself so get in the middle of the bed for me?”

You smiled a little but obeyed.

“You can just ask me to move when you’re not injured too, you know.”

He smirked as he shoved his pants and underwear down. The white bandage on his leg glaring at you even as he worked his thick, hard cock.

“Now where’s the fun in that?”

Joel maneuvered himself - far more carefully than usual though you were too needy now to try to stop him - so that his shoulders were below your thighs. You frowned as he planted a kiss below your belly button.

“Joel…”

“Think I still owe you an orgasm from the other night,” he cut you off. “Intend to make it worth the wait.”

He trailed his mouth over your skin, brushing tenderly over your scars before his thumb brushed your clit, making your whole body shudder. He smiled a little.

“Almost like you’ve been needing this as much as me,” his breath was hot against you and you just moaned and nodded, not entirely sure if he was even looking at you to see it.

The tip of his tongue barely brushed your clit and your hips chased the sensation of it as he pulled back.

“Oh you are needy,” he said, thumb pressing against your sensitive nub and working you in short, aching circles. “Don’t worry sweetheart. Take good care of you.”

With that, he took your clit into his mouth with a wet, desperate suck, making you gasp and your back arch. He lapped at you, the warmth of him surrounding your bud while he worked you with his tongue. He ate at you, his fingers digging into the flesh of your thighs, opening you up to him before moving to your tight center, slipping two fingers into you.

“Fuck, Joel!” Your fingers twisted in his blankets, your back arched, hips rocking against his face.

He didn’t seem to mind. If anything it seemed to spur him on, licking you harder, fucking into you deeper, fingers curving into the soft spot of your insides and adding the most delicious pressure as they moved within you.

Your orgasm was building fast, days of being untouched drawing all your want easily to the surface. It didn’t take long before you came with a strangled cry and he worked you through it, sucking you gently, fingers continuing to find their path inside you as your core fluttered and gushed around him. When your body went limp on the bed, he pressed a kiss to your dripping hole, dipping his tongue ever so slightly inside, before carefully moving up the bed so he was lying beside you. He reached an arm out to you, his hand splaying wide over your bare stomach as you turned your head to look at him, still panting for breath.

“Trust me?” He asked, his grip on your skin tightening. You could only nod, body still limp from the force of your orgasm. He guided you onto your side so you were facing away from him and, before you had the chance to question it, he adjusted your top leg so your core was exposed to him. He pulled you back against him and you felt his hard length brush against your wet heat. He buried his face in your neck, his arms around you as he held you, tight and desperate. He rocked his hips so that the head of him slid along your slit and he whimpered against your skin as your hand flew back to take hold of his hip just to have part of him you could clutch onto.

“Fuck Baby,” he groaned, voice muffled as he pressed himself closer to you. “Need inside you, please, please let me inside you…”

“Don’t…” you took a shaky, shuddering breath, trying to steady yourself. You pressed back against him anyway. “Don’t want you to hurt yourself, Joel, and…”

“Won’t get hurt Baby, promise I won’t,” he brushed his lips over the tender flesh of your throat. “Fuck, I need you…”

“Need you, too,” you breathed, adjusting your hips so that the next slide of his cock caught at your entrance and he started to slide inside. He moaned in relief, his hand going to the base of your stomach and adjusting you as he sank further into you until his hips were flush against you. He stilled inside of you and you could feel him breathing, feel his heart beat through his skin.

“Fuck!” He panted, holding himself deep inside. “Fuck, I missed you so much, Baby. So fucking much.”

You could only moan in response, pressing your body back against his. His hand slipped down the front of you to the apex of your thighs, finding your sensitive clit there and brushing it gently, making your pussy tighten around him.

“Don’t think I’m gonna last long,” he kissed your neck, sending a jolt of pleasure straight to your core. He moaned in response. “You feel too damn good, Baby.”

You didn’t care. Your entire being was drawn achingly tight, desperate to find release, but Joel just kept winding you tighter and tighter. He fucked into you slow and hard, finishing each thrust with a forceful push that pressed his head against the most tender parts of you as he worked your swollen, overwrought bud. Your nails sank into the flesh of his hip, you couldn’t help it, and you turned your head to try to reach him. His mouth found yours, his lips desperate on yours as your orgasm drew closer and closer, until you could feel it in every nerve ending and you knew it couldn’t build anymore.

It was like the band of pleasure snapped and it all went rushing in molten heat to the very core of you, your channel rippling and pulsing over him and you couldn’t help but pant and gasp for breath, not able to keep kissing him.

Joel fucked you through it, pressing hard and deep with every stroke.

“There we go, Baby,” he panted. “Fuck, coming so good for me, all over me, doing so good Baby, feel so good, oh fuck, fuck!”

He pushed as deep has he could reach and his hand pressed you back against him so you could feel him everywhere as he came undone inside of you. You were so tight around him as your body throbbed that you felt every pulse of him, every pump of come into you.

The two of you went slack at the same time, Joel’s lips in your hair as you lay in his loose grip, his body soft and pliant against your own.

“Christ I missed you,” he said softly.

You laughed a little.

“Didn’t hurt you?” You asked.

He laughed a bit, too.

“No, Sweetheart,” he said gently. “Didn’t hurt me.”

You adjusted slightly, pressing yourself back against him, needing to be somehow closer even though he was still inside of you. But that didn’t seem to matter. You doubted there was anything that would ever make you close enough to Joel. Even as you fell asleep there, in his arms and his bed with his cock still inside of you.

***

Joel really was not sure what you had in mind for him at the stables.

At breakfast that morning, he’d tried to use the night before as justification for being ready to take on lighter duties around Jackson. Joel had sat still for long enough. He didn’t like feeling useless and he felt pretty damn useless right then. The fact that he was still able to make you come was about the only thing making him feel even halfway decent about his current activity level.

“Don’t you think you’re pushing it?” You frowned at him over your morning cup of tea.

“Think I’ll be pushin’ my sanity if I stay on the damn couch much longer,” he replied.

You rolled your eyes at him in that exasperated way he had come to love - he was ready to find a way to make you roll your eyes like that at him every day for the rest of his life - but thought for a moment.

“Make you a deal,” you said, setting your mug down. “I’ll shut the fuck up about you starting back working if you come by the stable this afternoon and help me out with something.”

“Think I can make room in my incredibly busy schedule for that,” he smiled a little, taking a sip from his own mug.

The walk to the stable was longer than he remembered it being, even just a day earlier. He probably had pushed it a bit the night before. But he’d been desperate for you, so fucking desperate. It felt damn near impossible to even consider not fucking you, it was a need in the absolute keenest sense. He couldn’t bear to be apart from you in that moment, even being separated by fabric and skin was too much.

So he’d risked it. Hoping that you were at least half as needy for him as he was for you. He might be paying for it now but fuck if it wasn’t worth it.

You were working with one of the new horses - Joel couldn’t remember this one’s name - when he got there. He leaned against the fence - happy to have something to take the weight off his aching leg - and just watched you for a moment. The horse was restless, fighting you all the way, and Joel watched you give her space to buck and thrash before soothing and calming her. You were completely absorbed, like you hadn’t even seen Joel come up. He was fine with that, though. Appreciated getting to see you in your most natural element, watching you in your power.

“There now,” you said, voice gentle and soothing as the horse pawed at the earth. “See, you’re OK. Told you I’d take care of you.”

You started guiding her around the pen and you spotted Joel as you came around, a broad smile breaking over your perfect face.

“How’s that leg?” You asked, guiding the horse toward him. “Think you’re up for a little work?”

“Fine,” he smiled. “Told you, I’m ready to get back to it.”

“Good,” you said, smiling a little bigger as you looked over Joel’s shoulder. “Because I’ve got a job for the two of you.”

Joel frowned, turning to see Ellie walking up, her hands stuffed in her jeans pockets.

“What do you mean the two of us?” Ellie frowned.

“Well,” you said. “When I was here yesterday, I saw one of the horses is damn near ready to throw a shoe. Others are due for a change. I gotta focus on the feral horses, they’ve backslid quite a bit…” the horse you were on bucked once, as if to prove your point, but you stayed on. Joel couldn’t help but smile at it. You were so damn good he’d have been happy to watch you work all day. “I need to get them to well broke and can’t afford to spend a day shoeing horses. But Ellie, you’ve been sayin’ you want to do more with the horses and Joel, I’m guessing you know well enough how to shoe a horse. You can show her and she can help you manage the horses while you’re hurt.”

You looked at Joel, a small smile playing on your lips.

He knew what you were trying to do and he wanted to kiss you for it. Making it so he and Ellie would spend time together, him teaching her like he’d done with so many other things, when she might actually be willing to spend the time with him.

“C’mon,” you said. “I’ve got you set up in the stable. We’ll see what you can get done today.”

You dismounted and led the way to inside, to a spot with stools and a stack of horseshoes, nails, tools and a pair of hammers.

“Do I need to walk you through it?” You asked as you got the first horse and brought it over.

“Think we’ll be OK,” Joel gave you a small smile.

“Then I’ll leave you to it,” you gave the two of them a nod before starting back toward to the paddock.

“Hold on,” Ellie called after you. Joel watched her run over and she lowered her voice but he still heard her. “Is this really what you need me doing? Because…”

“You want to do more with the horses or not, Kid?” You asked, brows raised. “Not all fun and games. Horses need new shoes every six weeks or so, gotta learn it sometime if you’re serious. You serious? Or you just want to learn how to not get thrown off a bucking horse because it looks cool?”

“I’m serious,” she muttered, rolling her eyes before going back toward Joel.

He tried to not let the small hurt show. He didn’t want to push her, didn’t want to guilt her. The fact that she’d come by since he’d been back, that she’d seemed to be taking what you’d told her to heart, meant everything to Joel. As much as he wanted to wave a magic wand and have everything be OK, he knew it would take time. Ellie was hurting. He didn’t blame her for that. He was sure that he’d done the right thing but she was so desperate for her immunity to mean something, to be the panacea for all of humanity’s ills even beyond the infection, that he shouldn’t have been surprised at her rage. It would take her a while to get through it. He would be patient, he would wait for her. For as long as she needed, he would wait for her.

She sighed stood near Joel, her arms crossed.

“Hey Kiddo,” he smiled up at her. “Good to see ya.”

She nodded for a second.

“You too,” she said. “How… how’s the leg?”

“Fine,” he shrugged. “Had worse.”

“Yeah,” she laughed a little. “Yeah, I remember.”

He laughed back. He never thought he’d be laughing about getting stabbed in the gut with a hunk of wood and almost dying of infection on the floor of an abandoned basement but the end of the world did weird things to you.

“So,” she said after a moment. “Heard you can tell me how to shoe a fuckin’ horse.”

“Yeah,” Joel nodded. “Think I can.”

He lifted the horse’s hoof and rested it on his good leg.

“Alright,” he said. “First thing we gotta do is take off the old shoe…”

He walked her through it step by step, Ellie falling into learning the way she always had. Her gaze was bright and exacting, picking up everything he did. When he pulled out the hoof pick to clean up the foot, she crinkled her nose and pulled back.

“Oh ugh,” she said. “Fucking gross, man…”

Joel smiled a little.

“Yeah, that’s why you clean it out before you put the new shoe on. It’s not healthy to put a shoe on with all that shit in there…”

Once the first hoof had a new shoe, he moved on to the next, having Ellie tell him what to do. He’d done the same thing with her once, when teaching her how to dress an animal, back when it was just the two of them. Things had been simpler then, before the Fireflies had tried to kill her, before he had to understand what her loss would do to him.

Ellie did the third hoof almost all on her own, needing a little help from Joel to remind her to do things like watching out for the frog when cleaning out the hoof or the importance of knowing where to stop when trimming the hoof.

“OK,” Ellie said after she finished her second shoe. “This is pretty fucking cool.”

“Make a cowgirl of you yet,” Joel teased a little but she smiled, proud.

“Yeah,” she said. “Just might.”

The two of them had fallen into the most comfortable cadence they had in years when you came in from the pen, taking the saddle off your horse and putting it away.

“How’s it going in here?” You asked, taking the bit and bridle off the horse, too, before putting it in its stall.

“Pretty fuckin’ cool,” Ellie said as she finished tapping a nail in on a shoe. “Look at this shit! I can shoe a horse!”

“Yes you can,” you smiled a little. “Who knew, right?”

You watched Ellie finish up the last hoof on the horse they were working on before leading it back into its stall. You leaned against the wall next to them as they got the tools picked up, your arms crossed.

“So,” you said. “Y’all hungry? Because I’m starving.”

Joel looked over at Ellie, waiting or her response.

“I could eat a… well, not a horse,” she said. “But a cow most definitely.”

You laughed and the two of you looked at Joel, Ellie looking just as expectant as you were. He felt a pinch of tears behind his eyes that he tried not to give into.

“Yeah, let’s…” he took a breath. “Let’s head to the mess hall.”

Ellie was still Ellie during dinner, giving him shit and laughing with you, talking about school that week, saying her stupid puns. It felt so normal, like this was how it was supposed to be, just the three of you doing the most typical stuff in the world. Going to work, having dinner, walking home when it was done. The most natural thing in the world. Like it was always supposed to be the three of you like him and Ellie had just been waiting for you to show up, too. He loved it.

“So how many horses did you get through?” You asked as the three of you walked back toward Joel’s.

“Just four,” Ellie sighed. “Still got a lot more that need the work.”

“Well, the two of you can just come by again tomorrow if you’re up for it,” you shrugged. “Keep chippin’ away at it.”

Joel glanced at Ellie, waiting to see what she said.

“Yeah,” she said. “Yeah, I can do that.” She looked to him. “Joel?”

He cleared his throat to keep the fact that he was damn near ready to cry to himself.

“Yeah,” he said. “Sounds good, Baby Girl.”

She smiled.

“Cool.”

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bunnylovesani · 5 months

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Miss Congeniality

Chapter 3

Content warnings: MDNI, masterbation, Anakin being a perv, exhibitionism, general sexual content

WC: 1.6k

Yet another Friday night spent home alone in your room, shocker. Your parents were out on a date and Jaden was God knows where, doing God knows who. Usually you’d be bursting at the seams with envy but tonight was different. Tonight, you were sufficiently entertained by just your thoughts- or your memories to be exact. Because yesterday, you had gotten a slice of what you’d spent so long dreaming about and it made you delirious. You paced up and down your room, listening to sickly sweet love songs and jumping around giddily, still in a state of disbelief that he had finally showed you attention.

You ought to know better than to spend hours obsessing over a mere man, but you just couldn’t help it. He had you in a vice and you knew you were willing to do anything to get another hit of him. You repetitively thought back to the way he grabbed your face when he kissed you- oh God his hands. So big and veiny, with fingers so long you were sure they could reach places you couldn’t even attempt to. His fingernails were clean and trimmed, his knuckles lightly bruised and reddened from a skirmish you wouldn’t ask about, and his palms fairly calloused from working out. Oh Lord and the way he smelled! Such a deliciously masculine scent that the bare recollection had you trailing your fingers down to your white cotton panties, pulling the frills to the side to feel your wetness.

A blush spread across your cheeks at the realisation, you’d never had such a reaction to a man, let alone the thought of a man. You didn’t even know you could get so wet, but the sounds of your soaked pussy were confirmation enough. Pulling yourself up to your headboard, you spread your legs further, the heels of your feet touching your butt cheeks. You lowered your panties down to your knees and started indulging in your thoughts. You imagined it was Anakin’s strong fingers dipping in and out of you and you bit your lip to suppress the urge to say his name. If you said it out loud then it would make it real; it would make you his for the taking. “Oh what the hell, no one’s home.” You thought before you increased the speed at which your fingers were working your core.

“Mmm, Ani…yes baby right there.” You squealed. “Fuckk Anakin.” Saying his name turned you on more than anything as you quickly worked towards becoming undone, dreaming that Ani was the one deliciously filling you up instead of it being your puny fingers. All this stimulation made you obliviously unaware to the sound of the front door opening.

Anakins’s POV:

I stepped in somewhat hesitantly with the house keys Jaden handed me: what the hell am I doing here? I should’ve let him retrieve the equipment instead of offering. Goddamn I’m a terrible person, posing as a friend fulfilling a favour when really I’m looking for any excuse to catch a glimpse of his little sister.

Remember: just get in, grab the spare amp and get out. Real simple, no distractions. I peruse through the storage room where he said I’d find the amp and cables but to no avail. Maybe they’re upstairs in his room? My mind instantly started wandering; is she home? Will I find her here in one of her short nighties, nipples glaringly visible through the satin fabric? No, I shouldn’t even be thinking like that. It’s wrong. She’s only 19 and Jaden would absolutely kill me. I reprimand myself as I trudge up the stairs to his room.

I see a faint light shining through an open crack in her door: so she is home. I contemplate whether to make my presence known but before I can reach a conclusion, I hear breathy little sounds escaping her room. Filled with equal amounts concern and curiosity, I sneak up to the top of the landing and press my ear against the wall.

“Mmm, ahh.” She coos. Is she moaning? “Ohh Ani…” And my name no less? I must be fucking hearing things. Against my better judgement, I cock my head to the open crack, still shielded by the cover of darkness and that’s when I see her. Legs spread wide open, her little panties wrapped around her ankles and her fingers playing with her clit. The lewd sounds of how wet she is fill my ears and my boxers instantly feel tighter. I need to leave right now. I need to stop watching, go back downstairs and leave the house immediately. But why are my feet still so firmly planted to the ground? God, I’m such a pervert.

The sight of her sopping wet pussy, slick smeared all over her inner thighs and the glistening reflection of it all under the soft yellow light of the lamp is something I will not soon be forgetting. Poor baby must be so pent up, a whole lifetime of being a good girl and not getting fucked the way she deserves.

Her approach to biting down on her fingers on one hand, pathetically trying to muffle her whines, while sloppily massaging her clit with the other has me contemplating joining her. How would she react? Would she freak out or would she let me help her? My thoughts are cut off by one last long moan:

“Anakin!” She screams, clear as day. There was no mistaking it. The little slut called out my name while she was cumming.

She lays there motionless and I know I should take this opportunity to sneak out now but I can’t seem to tear my eyes away from her. Her eyes are hazed and she looks totally fucked out; I can tell this is something she doesn’t do often. Good girls don’t touch themselves, do they?

Reader’s POV:

As you come down from your orgasm, you feel a little ashamed- though not enough to wipe the grin off your face. Oh, how good it feels to finally let go- touching yourself was not something you did often, but it was the only way you could think of to quiet your raging, all consuming thoughts about Anakin. They had been screaming at you all day and it was inevitable that it would culminate in you cumming to the thought of him.

Putting a fresh pair of panties on and pulling down your nightie, you hear creaking coming from outside the door. Grabbing your baseball bat from beside the nightstand, you cautiously approach the hallway. Kicking your door open with your foot, you’re greeted with a very startled looking Anakin, standing there with his hands up.

“Woah there! It’s just me. Put that thing down.” He chuckles and you lower your weapon, a wave of calm coming over you.

“God, Ani you scared me! What are you doing here?” You slap his chest playfully.

“Jaden sent me down from the studio to grab a spare amp, our one broke and he couldn’t be bothered to drive.” He replies softly with a knowing smile.

“His laziness reaches new heights every day.” You roll your eyes.

“I don’t mind, I offered.” He smirked and you involuntarily bite your lip. Does that mean he wanted to come see you?

“Well the equipment is all in his room. By the way, did everything go alright with the, uh, guy from yesterday?” You tried to phrase it delicately.

“That’s all been taken care of, don’t you worry your pretty head about it. But I think the better question is what have you been doing, huh? Your cheeks look awfully flushed. Are you coming down with something?” He tucks a strand of hair behind your ear and rubs your cheek gently.

“Yeah, I, uh think I might have a fever. Been feeling ill so I thought I’d have an early night.” You lie.

“Poor baby.” He coos and rests the back of his hand against your forehead. “You’re burning up. Let me tuck you into bed.” He ushers you back into your room, hand on your lower back, thumb massaging into your hip.

He peels back the frilly covers of your bed and lets you slide in, feigning sickness. Out of the corner of your eye, you spot your ruined panties, laying dangerously close to Anakin at the foot of your bed.

“Come on Ani, tuck me in.” You whine, attempting to get him to move away from the garment.

“Alright princess, hang on I’m getting to it.” He chuckles at your impatience and starts to push in the edges of your duvet until you’re tightly wrapped up in the soft fabric.

“There we go. Snug as a bug.” He smiles as he kisses your forehead. “I’ll grab the amp and be on my way now. Good night sweetheart.”

“Night night Ani.” You chirp sweetly, releasing a sigh of relief as you see him step right over your panties without noticing them.

“Oh, and I’ll put these in the wash yeah?” He steps back, grabbing your underwear and smirking at you before closing the door, leaving you with your mouth gaping open. Fuck. You can only hope he doesn’t inspect them.

Only in that moment does it dawn on you- he didn’t hear you earlier did he? The realisation should fill you with anxiety- and it does to a certain degree- but a far larger part of you burns with excitement. You wanted him to see. He might not know it yet but this was his pussy, after all.

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ultrone · 11 months

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🏹﹒♱ ┊ hunting lessons. hunter nat scatorccio

🎧 𝙽𝙾𝚆 𝙿𝙻𝙰𝚈𝙸𝙽𝙶 fade into you by mazzy star

synopsis. nat teaches u how to hunt.

cw. friends to lovers trope (?), shooting an animal.

wc. 2.8k

n/a. just finished binge-watching yellowjackets and fell in love with nat (and shauna and pre-crash lottie), i almost combusted and threw up when i saw the lack of fics 😖 had to do something abt it so here y'all go 🙌🏻

It was already afternoon, and you had devoted most of the entire morning to chopping pieces of wood. The stack of wood grew steadily higher, as you meticulously arranged each piece, ensuring there was enough to sustain a warm fire for at least three days. It was a laborious process, but one you found solace in, the repetitive motion calming your thoughts.

The crisp winter air filled your lungs as you swung the axe, each powerful stroke splitting the logs with a satisfying thud. Your breath formed small clouds of vapour, mingling with the falling snowflakes. As you continued your diligent work, wood cracking echoed through the quiet surroundings, accompanied by the occasional chirping of distant birds.

With the woodpile complete, you wearily cleaned your tools, removing any lingering wood chips, and carefully stowed them away in their designated place. As you finished, a gentle voice called out from behind you.

"Are you finished?" Tai asked, her voice filled with curiosity.

Turning towards her with a tired smile, you nodded and replied, "Yes, finally done. I managed to gather enough wood to last us for a few days. I'm just going to take a quick nap upstairs, though. My body could use a rest."

Tai's eyes widened slightly, her concern evident. "You've been working so hard today," she said empathetically. "Make sure you get some good rest. I'll keep an eye on the fire and wake you up if anything happens."

You appreciated her thoughtfulness and gratitude washed over you. "Thanks, Tai," you replied, "I'll only be upstairs for a little while. Wake me up if you need anything, okay?"

She nodded and gave you an encouraging smile. "Take care. I'll see you later."

With a final wave, you made your way wearily inside, your tired footsteps echoing on the wooden floor. Climbing the stairs, you reached the attic, shedding your heavy outerwear and sinking into the comfort of the bedsheets. The weariness of the day settled upon you, and as your eyes closed, you drifted into a much-needed slumber.

The sound of footsteps on the stairs stirred you from your sleep. You groggily registered the noise but dismissed it, assuming it was just the usual household activity. However, your drowsiness was quickly interrupted when you felt someone settling down beside you. Startled, you blinked your eyes open to find Nat, grinning mischievously.

"Well, well, well, look who decided to hibernate for three hours instead of twenty minutes," Nat teased, her voice laced with playful sarcasm.

You groaned, rubbing your eyes and turning to face her. "Damn it, Nat. I can't believe I overslept like that. Why didn’t you wake me up?"

She smirked, propping herself up on one elbow. "Oh, and miss the opportunity to witness your adorable sleeping face? No way. It was too good to pass up."

You rolled your eyes, playfully shoving her shoulder. "You're ridiculous, you know that?"

"Guilty as charged," she replied, grinning unabashedly. "But hey, since you're finally awake, are you ready for your hunting lesson? Or do you need another three-hour nap?" She teased.

Your groggy mind took a moment to process her words, realizing that you had completely forgotten about the hunting expedition. With a tired sigh, you covered your face with the blankets, only peering out with an adorably exasperated expression.

"Nat, do we seriously have to go hunting?" you whined, your voice muffled by the cozy fabric. "I mean, can't we just... I don't know, I honestly wouldn't mind chopping wood for the rest of my life. It's a lot less daunting than tracking down wild animals, don't you think?"

"Chopping wood for eternity? Seriously? That's your alternative plan?" Nat replied, amusement lacing her voice.

"Hey, at least chopping wood sounds a little less intimidating than embarking on a hunt. And besides, check out these guns I’ve got now," you said, flexing your biceps with a hint of cockiness.

Nat chuckled and teasingly poked your side. "Oh, come on, Mr. Lumberjack. Where's your sense of adventure? Besides, hunting isn't just about killing animals; it's about survival, connecting with nature, and embracing the wild." She said with a fake inspirational tone.

"Damn, now you sound even crazier than Lottie," you jokingly remarked.

Nat widened her eyes in mock surprise, placing a hand on her chest in an exaggeratedly offended manner. "You better take that back," she playfully retorted.

"Okay, c'mon now, let's go," she urged, her tone indicating a hint of excitement. "It's gonna get dark in just a couple of hours, so we better get moving." Taking the lead, Nat reached out and gently took your hand, tugging you downstairs. Her touch was warm, and you couldn't help but feel your chest flutter a bit at the contact.

In the dimly lit room, Nat guided you towards the equipment laid out on a table. With care and efficiency, she helped you put on the necessary gear, ensuring everything was secure. As she fastened the straps and adjusted the fittings, her touch was gentle yet purposeful, a tender familiarity you couldn't help but notice.

She then retrieved a neck gaiter and gently slid it over your head, adjusting it snugly around your neck. Pulling it up slightly, she positioned it to cover your mouth and nose, shielding you from the chill in the air. Your eyes met for a fleeting moment, and in that exchange, a flicker of unspoken affection passed between you.

Nat took a step closer, her gentle touch pulling the hood of your attire snugly over your head. With utmost care, she tucked away any stray strands of hair behind your ears. The simple yet affectionate gesture didn't escape your notice, and a warmth stirred within you. However, both of you remained oblivious to the unspoken attraction that lingered in the air. Underneath the fabric concealing your face, a faint blush spread across your cheeks, as her considerate actions revealed her protective nature, further endearing her to you.

Breaking the silence that enveloped you both, Nat let out a playful remark, bringing a smile to your face. "Alright, let's get going before Lottie goes all wicca on us,” she quipped. “Last time she made Travis and I down one of her weird ass drinks and it tasted like shit," she added with a grimace, eliciting a chuckle from you.

With determination in her eyes, Nat led the way as both of you stepped outside into the pristine white landscape, the snow crunching under your boots. The biting cold nipped at your cheeks, but the excitement of the hunt kept you warm from within. Heading north, you scanned the surroundings, searching for any signs of movement or animal tracks. The towering trees stood tall, their branches adorned with a delicate layer of snow, creating a picturesque scene that contrasted with the anticipation pulsating through your veins.

"Remind me again, Nat, why couldn't we just stick to shooting cans in the comfort of our ‘backyard’?" you asked, your tone filled with a mix of curiosity and mild protest.

Nat flashed you a wry grin, her eyes sparkling with a mix of mischief and wisdom. "Shooting cans is child's play, Y/n,” she replied, her voice laced with a hint of playful sarcasm. “I wanted you to experience the real deal, the hands-on thrill of hunting. You know, the kind that makes your heart race and your senses come alive,” she exaggerated her tone with fake enthusiasm. “Don’t be a pussy," she added, teasingly emphasizing her point.

"Yeah, right. Whatever you say," you huffed, eliciting a grin from Nat beneath her face-covering.

You continued walking for a couple of minutes, the snow crunching under your boots with each step. Suddenly, you felt Nat's arm gently press against your chest, bringing you to an abrupt halt. Instinctively, you turned to look at her, only to find her blue eyes locked onto something with an intense focus. You followed her gaze, directing your attention to the right, where a tree stood proudly. Underneath its branches, a small, fluffy bunny nestled peacefully in a bed of fallen leaves. Its delicate form rose and fell with the rhythm of its slumber, completely unaware of your presence.

With a cautious demeanor, Nat carefully retrieved the gun from her side and placed it in your hands. Sensing the need for stability in your aim, she commanded you to lie down on the ground, where you could rest your arms against the earth. It was a thoughtful decision on her part, recognizing that shooting while lying down would provide a steadier position, especially since your aim needed improvement. In this way, she intended to teach you to utilize the support of the ground, enabling you to better control your shots.

As you settled into the prone position, the weight of the gun pressed against your palms, and the coldness of the ground seeped through your clothing. Nat positioned herself intimately close beside you, her body snugly fitting against yours, perfectly mirroring your stance. She delicately wrapped her arms around you, providing a comforting embrace.

As you were about to adjust your face-covering to facilitate better communication, Nat's delicate touch reached out and gently tugged it down for you, revealing your faces to each other. In that moment, her gaze lingered deeply on your lips, and then her eyes met yours with an intensity that stirred a flutter in your stomach.

Whispering softly, her warm breath grazed your ear, creating a delicate shiver that traveled down your spine. The proximity of her lips to yours was tantalizing, and you could feel the gentle warmth of her breath caressing your mouth. It was as if the air crackled with an invisible magnetic force, drawing you closer together.

"Remember to load the gun," she reminded you, her voice barely audible over the winter breeze, but her words were merely a backdrop to the unspoken tension that swirled between you. Her arms encircled your body, providing not only stability but a sense of security and reassurance. In this moment, you were acutely aware of her presence, her body fitting perfectly against yours, as if you were two puzzle pieces destined to interlock.

As you prepared to take your shot, the weight of the gun became secondary to the fluttering sensation in your stomach. Nat's captivating gaze and the proximity of her touch made your heart race with intensity.

"Take a deep breath in... and exhale," Nat instructed, her voice a soothing melody cutting through the crisp air. And with each inhale and exhale, you felt your racing heart steady, the rhythm of your breath aligning with the tranquil surroundings.

As you aligned your sights, the world around you blurred, leaving only the target in your vision. In a fluid motion, you squeezed the trigger, the recoil rippling through your body. The shot echoed through the air, a testament to your growing skill.

The bullet found its mark, striking the bunny with precision. A sense of excitement and accomplishment washed over you as you witnessed the small creature stir and then lie still.

Elation bubbled up within you, and turning towards Nat, you couldn't help but grin from ear to ear. "Did you see that? Nailed it!" you exclaimed, your voice filled with both triumph and a playful undertone.

Nat's eyes sparkled with surprise. "To be honest I wasn't expecting much from you," she admitted, a playful smirk curling on her lips. "You've definitely surprised me."

"Ouch, no faith in my skills, huh?" you replied with a mock pout, pretending to be hurt by her lack of expectations.

She chuckled, a glimmer of amusement dancing in her eyes. "Well, you know, I've always believed in your ability to surprise me in the most unexpected ways," Nat retorted, her playful tone matching yours, as a glimmer of tension began to weave its way into the air.

In that moment, as Nat spoke, her eyes caught sight of a stray strand of hair gently drifting towards your face. Without hesitation, her fingertips delicately brushed it behind your ear, her subtle touch sending a shiver down your spine, and as your eyes met, you both felt an undeniable tension building between you. Time seemed to slow as she lingered there, her gaze shifting from your smile to your eyes, softness settling over her features.

Your heart quickened as you mirrored her actions, and the magnetic pull between you grew stronger, intensifying the tension. With each passing second, the unspoken connection sparked in the air, enveloping you both. As you leaned in, the space between you narrowed, causing the world around you to fade into the background.

But just as your lips were about to meet, a rustle in the distance broke the spell, bringing you back to reality. Startled, you instinctively pulled away, the moment shattered but not forgotten. A mixture of disappointment and curiosity filled the silence, leaving an unspoken question lingering between you: What could have been?

As the charged atmosphere slowly dissipated, and you and Nat found yourselves back in the present moment, a voice broke through the silence. "Finally, there you are! Dinner's ready, guys. We're all waiting for you," Shauna said, unknowingly interrupting the moment.

You both turned towards her, momentarily startled by her arrival. You exchanged a glance, a mixture of disappointment and gratitude for the timely interruption. Nat composed herself and returned Shauna's smile. "Thanks, Shauna," she replied, her tone masking any hint of the emotions that had filled the air just moments before. "We'll be right there."

With a nod, Shauna turned and walked away, leaving the two of you laying there, caught in a mixture of emotions. Instinctively, you both decided to mask the intensity of the moment and carried on as if nothing had happened.

You quickly regained your composure, and without missing a beat, you casually reached down to retrieve the bunny. Nat followed suit, and together, you started making your way back to the cabin for dinner.

The journey back to the cabin was quiet, each step accompanied by a lingering tension. The sun had dipped below the horizon, casting the surroundings into a dusky embrace. As darkness settled around you, the soft glow of the moon emerged, casting an ethereal light upon your path. Words seemed unnecessary, as the weight of the unspoken hung between you.

Just as you were about to reach the cabin, lost in your thoughts, Nat's hand unexpectedly found yours, causing you to turn towards her with surprise. Without a word, she turned you around and pressed you against the closest tree. The moon's soft glow highlighted her intense gaze, and the tension between you grew palpable.

In an instant, Nat leaned in, her lips meeting yours with an intensity that left you breathless. The forcefulness of the kiss took you by surprise, but you quickly responded, fueled by the eagerness and pent-up desire that had been building up between you.

In that moment, you let go of the bunny, allowing it to drop to the ground, as your arms instinctively wrapped around Nat's neck. Your fingers tangled in her hair, pulling her closer, desperate to deepen the kiss. The urgency between you was palpable, as if you both had been waiting for this release, a long-awaited culmination of unspoken feelings. Nat's hands slid down to your waist, pressing against you with a fervent desire.

As the kiss deepened, you felt Nat's playful nibble on your lower lip, and you softly parted your lips, wordlessly inviting her to explore further. With a gentle push of her tongue, she sought entrance into the intimate depths of your mouth, craving the taste of it.

After what felt like an eternity, Nat finally pulled away, her breath mingling with yours as she rested her forehead against yours. A mischievous glint sparkled in her eyes.

"Shit, I'm sorry," she breathed, her voice filled with a mix of apology and exhilaration. Her breath came in short bursts as she tried to regain composure. "I didn't mean to pounce on you like that, It's just that our moment back there kinda messed me up, and I couldn't wait any longer,” she confessed, her voice tinged with a touch of self-deprecating humor.

You couldn't help but chuckle softly, trying to catch your breath as you looked into her eyes. "Well, that was quite the way to show it," you replied, your voice laced with a teasing tone. "But I can't say I'm complaining. I was hoping you'd make a move. Shauna interrupting us almost gave me blue balls," you joked.

Laughter erupted from both of you, the lingering tension from earlier dissipating into thin air as you shared this lighthearted moment. With that, the two of you straightened your clothes and made your way back to the cabin, joining the rest of the team for dinner.

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