#they know each other through a hundred lives and only fall in love during the one where they can never have their happy ending

[theellipelli]

planning for the future

#please know that this was all written and thumbnailed in june #and i remembered it three days ago #and decided to finish it #anyways. #so flower husbands amirite #they are the pinnacle of a couple doomed by the narrative #they know each other through a hundred lives and only fall in love during the one where they can never have their happy ending #they still have an iron grip on me #as you can tell #scott smajor #jimmy solidarity #mcyt #traffic smp #trafficblr #comic #3rd life smp #life series #art #digital art #grian #gtwscar for like a single panel #also ignore all the inconsistencies this was all done from my memory of 3rd life #i know grian isnt in the bunker but i dont care enough to fix it #also literally just ignore any typos i beg of you #cw blood #cw corpse #cw death #long post

[senanatheskenana]

Genshin Characters’ Voice line About you

Jean

"Oh (y/n)? They're wonderful! They just work so hard, and they're so compassionate... It almost makes me want to work even harder with how much they do to help me!... What?? Of course, I wouldn't have a crush- feelings for them! It-It would be completely unprofessional to feel something like that for a fellow knight!"

Amber

"So you've heard of them too... I'm not surprised, they're just so cool that I'm surprised they dont have as big a fan club as Barbara. I guess if they had a fan club, you could say that I'm the founder of it!"

Lisa

"Such a cutie- we've known each other since our days in the Akademiya. They were just as formidable then. Hm?  If you're insinuating that I liked them back then- or now- well, that's, unfortunately for you, none of your business, traveller."

Kaeya

"I've asked them countless times to the tavern but every time they refuse- say, I dont suppose you could perhaps convince them to meet me somewhere? Every time I do it they play hard to get- they call me a flirt. Oh? You think that I should ask them to go somewhere more romantic? Hmm, I'll think about it, but while I'm doing that you ask them first. There might be a reward in it for you~"

Diluc

"W-What? No, I dont really know all that much about them. I hardly ever talk to them, so of course, I wouldn't know that. I'm not being defensive, that's ridiculous- the idea- no! I... Is this- Has Kaeya been telling you that I like them? N-No? Oh. You didn't even ask about that... I have something I must do- Goodbye, traveller."

Venti

"Ah yes, (y/n). The single most perfect thing in Mondstadt- if not Teyvat... And perhaps the only thing I can't write a song about. It's just not possible to write something that lives up to them in person. It's like drawing air, you just can't do it"

Mona

"When I first met them, it took me by surprise. I hadn't seen it. Perhaps it was better that way because I could experience it all like fate wanted me to."

Albedo

"I sometimes find myself drawing them without realising. I dont know why but even during experiments I sometimes get distracted by thoughts of them. I've made plans to see them, to try and pinpoint why these things are occurring."

Rosaria

"They're just as irritating as you- not leaving me be, following me around like a puppy... Well yes, I suppose it would be strange not having them around. And it is sort of sweet that they keep trying. Dont get any ideas, it's just that"

Eula

"Proper procedure would dictate that I begin our courtship with perhaps a bouquet or an offer of attending a social function together. Do you think that they'd prefer red or yellow roses? "

Xiao

"Why are you asking me about... them. I-I don't know much about them, I wouldn't put them in danger like that. The closest I could ever hope to get to them is always too far for them to see me. Don't be stupid, an Adeptus and a mortal could never hope to live together happily, it will always end in regret and grief."

Beidou

"When we get ready to dock, I climb into the crows' nest and can you guess what the first thing I look for is? Bingo! I could spot them from a mile away even in the fog because my heart recognises them before my eyes and tells me every time"

Ningguang

"I have a  certain Qixing member I dine at Wanmin Restaurant with- all professional of course... Most of the time. You can't expect me to be a businesswoman all the time can you?"

Tartaglia

"Back in Snezhnaya, I have a childhood best friend. I also have a lover. I'm fortunate enough that they happen to be the same person. Why are you so curious about this? Are you surprised that someone can love a war machine like me? Or is it the other way around? Trust me, if you met them you'd understand how easy it is to fall in love"

Zhongli

"I haven't felt like this in hundreds of years. Every time I see them, I feel the memories crashing back and I see the future through their eyes. I sometimes feel terrified of getting close because I know they will one day pass on too. But I also remember that if I dont the only thing that changes is my happiness. "

Ganyu

"Am I really that obvious? Do... Do they know that I feel this way? Oh, so it's only you that realised- whew, that saves me a little embarrassment "

Hu Tao

"Every attempt I make to ask them out, it always ends in them backing away. Should I start asking them to go somewhere instead of coffin picking?"

Shenhe

"Of the people I've met, only one other do I remember as much as you. (Y/N) would pick herbs on the mountains and I would watch from the bottom to catch them if they fell. Sometimes I wish they would be a little more clumsy"

Yelan

"I guess you could say I know them. Pretty... Intimately if I do say so. I didn't imply anything, you're just inferring things, traveller haha~"

Ayaka

"We first met at a clan function and we hit it off right away! We would sit around the teapot and pour each other tea and pretend to be an old married couple. I suppose we still do now, but we dont have to pretend anymore"

Kazuha

"The thing I regret most about leaving my home behind is... (Y/N). There hasn't been a day where I haven't whispered 'i love you' into the wind in hopes it might one day reach them. I haven't forgotten them and I only hope they haven't forgotten me. No- it's selfish to hope that they wouldn't move on after so long."

Yoimiya

"My favourite part of fireworks shows is when (Y/N) runs over to tell me how beautiful they were. I'd throw a show every night if they were watching it each time!"

Ei

"I... I seldom find comfort in the company of mortals. I dont often find comfort in anyone's company. But I suppose if I had to look back, the one thing that really does bring me peace and happiness is (Y/N). Perhaps, this is a story best left untold for now, Traveller"

Kujo Sara

"My strict schedule hardly permits my free time. What little time I do find I usually spend escorting the shrine attendant (Y/N) around the island. 'Below my salary' you say? It's not that. I just quite enjoy being around them. Please keep this confidential... "

Kokomi

"Ah, speaking of (Y/N) could you please deliver this letter to them? I'd love to do it in person but I'm extremely busy. Thank you so much! Just dont read its contents, they are strictly for their eyes only. Strategies? Wha- oh yes! That's it. Off you go now"

Thoma

"Nervous? I-I look nervous. I... I guess I'm a little nervous to see (Y/N) again. It seems that every time I see them I get a little more schoolboyish, and I feel my face flare up. Oh, they're coming! Does my shirt have creases in it? Good!"

Itto

"How does my hair look? And my horns? What about my- What do you mean I'm panicking? Nah, I'm just trying to make sure that I impress them. An oni's got to look his best when they meet someone like (Y/N) after all"

Gorou

"Have-Have you seen (Y/N) recently? No! You dont need to go and find them, I was just wondering. I think I might have upset them... I didn't mean to but I panicked. They got a new outfit and I got really nervous because they looked so... I could feel my tail wagging and I didn't want to embarrass myself- so I ran. God, I'm such a coward. "

Yae Miko

"They're quite cute to tease, hehe~ It's so easy to make them blush and I just can't help myself when I get the chance to fluster them."

Ayato

"When Ayaka first introduced us, I was worried that they might be intimidated... But I'd trust that's not the case considering that we now share a bedroom. I have a feeling that Ayaka knew what she was doing, haha"

Tighnari

"I know I tend to ramble on and on about plants- but they said that they like it. (Y/N) says that out of anyone, they would want to listen to me do it... What? N-no, I dont think that they like me- well yes they like me- what I mean is love- I mean that would be quite nice but- oh, I'm doing it again."

Cyno

"I dont tend to get along with Scholars, more often than not I end up frustrated with their pride and arrogance. Of course, there are exceptions. Tighnari and (Y/N) are amongst the only people associated with the Akademiya that I could call...Lo... F-Friends."

Candace

"I protect Auru Village so of course, that means (Y/N). They are probably the one I keep an eye on most. I just like to make sure they are always safe. When someone encounters a rarity in the desert, they protect it with all their heart."

Nilou

"I'll never forget our first dance... it was wonderful. I was so caught up in the movement that when I stopped spinning my head kept going and I got dizzy- but the first thing I saw clearly was them. For the first time, I tripped over my feet, oh I was so embarrassed! When the crowds finally dispersed, they remained and we ended up waltzing into the night."

Scaramouche

"Dont be stupid. I dont have any sort of emotion for that mortal. They're just another annoying human. They're tenacious I'll give them that, always trying to talk to me. It's like they're asking me to hurt them... What do you mean you think I'm scared? Of what? Why... No, i dont get scared of feelings- I-I just dont have them for them!"

#genshin headcanons #genshin impact fluff #genshin imagines #genshin impact imagine #genshin impact headcanons #genshin impact x gender neutral reader #genshin impact x reader #Diluc x reader #childe x reader #albedo x reader #scaramouche x reader #tighnari x reader

[drunk-on-dk]

[Teaser] Over the Country Club | Yoon Jeonghan (M)

pairing: best friend!Jeonghan x afab!reader genre/tags: fluff, angst, smut (minors do not interact), friends to lovers, a bit of unrequited love, a slice of life au, college au, post-grad au rating: 18+ (minors do NOT interact) w/c: ~3k TEASER (estimated ~15-20k for full fic, currently this may be my longest fic yet and it feels so good to really be writing again) warnings: mentions of alcohol (underage is not condoned), future smut

Summary: Jeonghan and you have known each other for as long as you can both remember. From the years spent working at the country club, to your university days, there has always been this aching feeling that neither of you can quite understand. Someone falls first, but the other falls harder.

A/N: Please let me know your thoughts on this teaser! I've been working hard to get back into writing in the new year and wanted to get comfortable with diving more into the plot. Things may change when the full fic is posted, but not much of what's in the teaser! I hope you enjoy it, and of course please message me if you'd like to be on the tag list for this fic!

I. 4th of July, the Summer Before the First Year of University

Just like every other high school student in your town, Jeonghan and you found part-time jobs at the oh-so-prestigious country club located in the next town over. One could argue it was practically a full-time job since most part-timers worked upwards of 40 hours a week due to how busy the club got during the summers. 

Not that you would complain about the hours; to be fair, you had to save up a substantial amount of money for the upcoming transition to college. The realization hit soon after graduating high school, you only had enough pocket change to fund some expenses,  which was not nearly enough to get you comfortably through the upcoming semesters. You had worked at the club most summers, but this year you took all the hours they offered. 

Plus, you’d be crazy to admit that summers working at the Lakewood Country Club weren’t some sort of fun. Plenty of your peers worked there, including Jeonghan, your longest lasting friendship due to the proximity of living next door to one another and growing up attached at the hip. 

Jeonghan worked as a caddie on the golf course. He’s gentlemanly in appearance, has just enough knowledge about what type of club to use at each hole, and has a never-ending spunk that entertains whatever group of golfers he’s assisting for the day. Jeonghan made decent tips working as a caddie, earning a couple of hundred dollars from some of his return golfers who specifically requested his assistance for an 18-hole outing. One could assume that most members of the country club were very well-off, or at least living comfortably. 

Luckily, you were stationed at the halfway house most days this summer. It’s located in the heart of the golf course, and the club consistently blasted cool air conditioning in the exposed, open bar area that was meant for golfers to stop by. Jeonghan, as scheming as ever, would ensure that his golfers stopped by for a quick refreshment at some point, knowing that he’d get to spend some time with you and help you earn some extra cash in tips from his already rowdy crew. 

You’d mix up some Manhattans or Old-Fashioned’s for the golfers, knowing the usual orders for each club member as if they had been engrained on the back of your hand (in hindsight, a freshly graduated high schooler should not have been pouring alcoholic beverages, but the country club didn’t care - your labor was cheaper than hiring a professional tender and you learned just the basics just fine). Nonetheless, your cocktails were a treat for the golfers who had been drinking beers for most of the course, most of them lukewarm or gone by the time they made it to the halfway house. 

Today is the Fourth of July, marking the mid-way point of your last summer before college. You had made your fair share of tips this summer working at the halfway house, especially due to Jeonghan’s consistent sourcing of clientele at your bar. It was a particularly hot day, one of the hottest of the summer and plenty of customers had stopped by, leaving hefty tips, feeling generous either from the heat or the holiday. 

Jeonghan approached the bar area with a heavy sigh, parking his cart hastily, but still had his typical mischievous smile etched onto his features as a crowd of familiar golfers followed behind him. Your nose scrunched in feigned disgust, a teasing smile mirroring his upon noticing just how tired and sweaty the group was from the relentless summer heat. 

Part of you thought he looked angelic from the way his sun-kissed skin gleamed, but you’d never admit that, nor would you dare to speak those thoughts out loud, not even to your closest friends who weren’t Jeonghan. However, the other part of you remembered he was just your silly best friend who smelled slightly like fresh-cut grass, sunscreen, and a hint of whatever remained of his tropical cologne. 

“The usuals?” You beamed, flashing your best customer service smile at the group, already reaching for the bottle of top-shelf whiskey displayed behind you. You received hoots and hollers along the lines of “Yes, please” from the group. Jeonghan slips behind the bar as you expertly begin to prepare drinks for the parched golfers. Normally, this was frowned upon, but Jeonghan had most of the country club supervisors wrapped around his finger. 

Jeonghan’s quick to sort through the fridge right off to your side, squatting and contemplating his options, but you have to smack his hand away from the cooler once you notice his deft fingers are reaching for a plastic shooter of whiskey.

“Y/N,” Jeonghan practically cries out, whining similar to a little boy being scolded, but he’s just your immature best friend who has a knack for trouble and stealing. You can’t always let him get away with everything. 

“You kleptomaniac, don’t you dare,” you joke, routinely preparing the drinks, laughing at the puppy dog eyes that are flashed in your direction and then back to the cold fridge. You bend down next to him, whispering quietly so that no one but Jeonghan can hear. “Wait until later, today’s manager has been keeping inventory of the alcohol as if they personally own it all. I can sneak some after my shift when I cash out.” 

Jeonghan’s pout morphs into a smirk, a devious glint in his eyes as he holds out his pinky finger. You comply, wrapping your pinky with his to silently promise that you’ll follow through later. 

“Meet at hole 12? Right at the hill behind the trees? It’s still the best spot for fireworks.” Jeonghan speaks as if it’s a secret mission - as if it’s not the same spot you’ve met to watch fireworks for the last few years working at the country club. 

“Oh, I thought we’d check out the views at hole 17 this year,” you roll your eyes mockingly, Jeonghan knows you’re messing with him, but it’s your smile that betrays your teasing, “Duh, Jeonghan. I’ll catch you there later.” 

“You know hole 17 is where Mingyu and Arin lost their virginity to each other last year,” Jeonghan pokes, settling on bottled water from the fridge and standing back up, towering over your own figure. You feel your cheeks flush, a bit flustered he’d drop that information so casually, and sure as hell hoping he didn’t think that you were suggesting anything. 

You didn’t see Jeonghan in that way, he didn’t see you in that way. Plain and simple. You two were only best friends and that’s how it would always be. 

“That’s gross, Jeonghan,” you scowl, willing away the blush that is still burning your face as you finish garnishing the drinks. “Don’t air out people’s secrets like that. That’s personal. Plus, why would I know that?” 

Jeonghan chuckles, shrugging as he helps you carry the drinks over to the golfers who have made themselves comfortable among the shaded seating outside the bar area, an outdoor fan helping cool them down. They all clamor in delight as Jeonghan and you emerge from behind the bar with the chilled drinks, quick to "cheers" each other before savoring the first sip of their beverages. 

There are smacks and sighs of delight from the group, your pride growing as they approve of the drinks, and gather up some cash for a tip. Jeonghan nudges you, urging you to accept the bills from Mr. Choi, a polite older man who continues to take care of Jeonghan and you each summer. He’s never been creepy, and he tips very well. You still feel slightly guilty each time you accept cash from him. 

���Thank you, Mr. Choi,” you speak graciously, accepting the tip, quickly shoving it into your pocket without checking the amount, and earning an approving thumbs up from the man as he takes another sip of his cocktail. 

“Save it wisely, Y/N,” Mr. Choi chimes, humming in thought, and eyes flickering between where you and Jeonghan stand. “Jeonghan tells me you’re both attending the same university in a few months. Heard you’ve both received a pretty good scholarship, even one from the club?” 

“That is correct, sir,” you nod excitedly. Not only had you both received an academic scholarship from your university, but all your years working at the club have paid off in a way you wouldn’t have imagined, earning a scholarship from the Lakewood Country Club members' foundation. “I am grateful to have received such an award. Don’t worry, I’ll make good use of it. I know Jeonghan will too. You’d never guess, but he’s a straight A student,” you tease, hiding your mouth only for Mr. Choi to see as if Jeonghan can’t hear you, and elbowing your friend in the rib cage, earning a pained groan from him. 

Mr. Choi nods in approval, a smile creeping onto his face as he chuckles at the dynamic between you two. “Glad to know my money is going towards two bright futures.” Jeonghan is pushing your bony elbow away, annoyed at your enthusiasm and teasing, further amusing Mr. Choi. “Jeonghan, make sure you don’t lose sight of Y/N during University, all sorts of partners will be chasing her. She’s intelligent and beautiful. Don’t want her forgetting about you now, do you?”

Jeonghan would groan if it wasn’t for the fact that it was Mr. Choi speaking to him. He has to restrain himself from shoving you away as well, knowing that Mr. Choi has inflated your ego a bit too much with his praise. Nonetheless, Jeonghan plays into it. “Nope, she’s stuck with me, so don’t even worry about it.”

You almost laugh out loud, reminding yourself to remain professional on the course as you fire back. “As if, Jeonghan couldn’t get rid of me even if he wanted to.” 

“Valid point,” Jeonghan grumbles, teasingly pushing you back towards the bar as if reminding you of your duties, sick of hearing the constant praise that only you’re receiving, even though there have been no additional visitors since Jeonghan’s entourage of golfers arrived. He’s quick to enthusiastically round up the crew, realizing daylight will quickly dwindle by the last hole if they don’t start back up soon. “Welp, we better let Y/N continue to work. Ready for hole 10?” 

The men are quick to gather, knocking back the remainder of their drinks, and returning to their carts as Jeonghan helps you clean up the finished glasses, your shoulders bumping into each other as you two push your way back into the bar. Mr. Choi sends a knowing look Jeonghan’s way, neither of you catching it as he wishes you a nice Fourth of July. 

“Thank you, Mr. Choi!” You wave to the man, bidding the rest of the golfing crew a nice holiday as well before turning to Jeonghan who’s finished carrying over the rest of the empty glasses. “Catch you later, Hannie?”

“Of course,” Jeonghan’s eyes lit up yet again upon hearing his childhood nickname, and is reminded of the nearing shenanigans later this afternoon. Maybe he’ll steal some snacks from the members gifting table for tonight. “I’ll see you then stay cool, Y/N!”

“You as well! Make sure to reapply your sunscreen,” you shout back, watching as Jeonghan hops in the cart with Mr. Choi and rolls his eyes at your nagging. Mr. Choi gets one final laugh before Jeonghan drives off, the entourage of golfers following closely behind. 

You’re finishing cleaning up the bar, pulling the cash from your pocket earlier and gasping upon realizing just how much Mr. Choi had tipped you. A five-hundred dollar tip. It was surely the most you’ve ever made in one round of drinks, absolutely unwarranted, and it made you feel a bit teary-eyed. You knew you couldn’t dare to return it, as Mr. Choi would definitely be offended, but you felt extremely lucky to have such nice members visit you at the halfway house, you’d have to thank him eventually. 

The rest of the day went quickly, and, much to your delight, you had made enough tips to support a chunk of your tuition and expenses for the year. Also, your manager had swapped shifts with another supervisor mid-day, who was not as hawklike. 

Leading up to the completion of your shift, you had snuck a pair of alcoholic shooters into your uniform skirt. Even in your attempt to be rebellious, you couldn’t just steal the shooters, using some of your tip money to cover the cost of the alcohol and you felt less criminal. You knew Jeonghan would tease you relentlessly about this if he was here, each shooter was no more than $3 each, but you had a knack for doing the “right thing,” or else you feared karma would get you in the long run. 

Upon reaching the end of your shift, you stopped back at the employee locker room to safely store your tips in your purse. The day had been hot, but it was cooling down now that night was approaching. 

Ultimately, you opt to throw on a sweatshirt, one that Jeonghan had purchased when you two had toured your university, which was the same one that he’d worn so many times that it’s the most comfortable piece of clothing you own. One that he couldn’t deny you of when you begged to keep it, secretly thinking that you looked cute in it even though you were practically swimming in the fabric. Disgusted that he’d even thought that, he dismissed you quickly and said you could keep it. 

The sun was setting minute by minute, meaning that Jeonghan’s shift would be finishing very soon, and you packed away the remainder of your items in your employee locker, double-checking that your skirt still had the tiny plastic alcohol bottles hidden away. 

After confirming you had said shots, you headed out to hole 12 with a spring in your step. It was a meeting spot you and Jeonghan had found your summer after freshman year of high school. There was a hill behind a bunch of trees that overlooked the valley where the main portion of the country club was located. No one was allowed on the course during after-hours, but this spot was so dark and secluded that you two hadn’t been caught yet. It was also the prime viewing spot for the club’s fireworks show, and it was your little secret. 

You were first to make it to the spot, plopping down on the hill and huffing in relief. Your legs ached a little from standing all day. The grass beneath you was dewy from the cool nighttime air, the humid heat from the day settling on the greenery, and it was almost enough to make you feel itchy. However, you don’t mind it, not when you have the fireworks show to look forward to. You would never mind the damp grass, especially not when you had a favorite summer tradition to share with your favorite person, your best friend. 

Jeonghan’s shift ended a bit later than yours, but he didn’t arrive at the spot much later than you. He meant to grab a bag of popcorn or something, but he didn’t want to leave you hanging for too long. 

Jeonghan tried to sneak up on you, but you’re too smart, too knowing of his antics. So when you turn around knowingly, with two opened Whiskey shooters in hand, he chuckles almost maniacally at your annoyed expression that doesn’t fully translate into your impish eyes. You two were one and the same. 

“What are you waiting for, Hannie? These shots aren’t getting any colder. Not when they’ve been in my skirt for the past hour.”

“Eugh, now you’re the one oversharing,” Jeonghan groans in disapproval, sitting down next to you on the grass, and gratefully accepting the shot regardless of your TMI comment. Your knees knock each other as you turn to face him, but a friendly touch isn’t foreign to either of you. “You’re the gross one, Y/N.” 

“Oh, shut up,” you giggle, holding the shot out in front of him and teasingly shaking the plastic bottle. You sing song, “The night’s not getting any younger either.”  

Nodding in acknowledgment, Jeonghan smirks and shares a few words, “Cheers to our last summer before we’re miserable college students. Cheers to fewer hours spent in the heat at this country club. Cheers to our everlasting friendship.” 

With his final words, you’re both knocking back your shots, groaning in unison as the spicy drink burns and settles in your stomach, instantly warming your body at the sensation. Your face scrunches up at the taste and Jeonghan can’t help but laugh uncontrollably.

“Stop it,” you whine, your voice a bit hoarse from the alcohol but smiling nonetheless. “You aren’t any better than me. Anyways, that's enough for me tonight.”

“True,” Jeonghan contemplates, but he’s quick to poke you. “But I didn’t struggle as bad as you did.” 

“Touché,” you hum, nudging Jeonghan’s shoulder excitedly as a warning firework darts into the sky, indicating the show will be beginning shortly. “It’s starting!” 

“Alright, alright,” Jeonghan is groaning at your bony elbow yet again digging into him, but he’s delighted by your excitement regardless, shoving you back as you begin to readjust for the show. “Calm down, it’s nothing crazy.” 

“No, Jeonghan,” you grin, turning your head to fully make eye contact with his wide eyes, joy flickering in your own as you peer at your best friend. “It’s nothing crazy, but it’s absolutely so special because once again we get to enjoy it here together.” 

Your emphasis on the word together almost makes him shiver, a foreign feeling rushing through him as you continue to gaze at him with those wild eyes of yours, gulping as he hesitantly nods, even though he wholeheartedly agrees it is special, but he’s not exactly sure why. “Very true,” and as if on cue, the fireworks show begins, relief flooding through him as you redirect your gaze and squeal in excitement. 

Jeonghan doesn’t understand why, but his heart pounds in his chest throughout the entire show. He thinks maybe it’s the alcohol (you and he rarely have dared to sneak alcohol before), maybe it’s the overstimulation of the fireworks, maybe it’s the thrill of knowing the golf course guards could spot you any year and escort you away, or maybe it’s the way your knee keeps brushing his thigh reminding him of just how close you two are. How much you are together here alone, just like every other summer. 

It’s a feeling he decides to ignore for the rest of the fireworks, letting himself lay back on the damp grass with you and listening as you enthusiastically point out your favorite fireworks, bickering with you when he thinks a different type of firework is prettier. 

It’s a feeling he continues to ignore as the finale comes and goes, chest fluttering at the way your eyes sparkle with golden reflections of the fireworks in the sky, and once again quickly redirecting his gaze to anything but you. 

It’s a feeling he tries his damnedest to ignore as you both continue to lay in the grass post-fireworks. Neither one of you making the first move to go home. Maybe you thought this would be the final moment of normalcy between you and Jeonghan before starting university, knowing that all friendships are bound to change with such a new chapter. Maybe he thought he’d figure out whatever it was he was feeling if he just stayed here with you a moment longer. 

It’s a feeling he struggles to ignore as you both fall into deep conversation. The one shot of alcohol makes you both loose-lipped as you reminisce on embarrassing high school stories. Reminiscing on your shitty boyfriend who broke up with you before the summer. Reminiscing on your years of friendship. 

It’s a feeling he no longer can ignore when you roll over, lips pouting and eyes teary as you start to feel emotional about your recent breakup. Something in him feels like it shatters when you ask, “Have you ever been in love before, Hannie?” 

#seventeen smut #svthub #jeonghan smut #jeonghan fic #yoon jeonghan smut #seventeen fic #jeonghan fluff #jeonghan angst #jeonghan x reader #jeonghan x y/n

[kaciidubs]

i’ve come back a lot sooner than i expected 🤭 hear me out.. 9th maknae member reader (skz) x Mingi (ateez) 🤯 Reader and mingi have been in a secret relationship for at least a year and both Companies are preparing on announcing their relationship to the public/fans. (it gets better 😼)

Both groups: (ateez + stray kids) don’t know that they’re dating 😱 The boys arranged a massive sleepover for both groups to hangout and reader gets really hot and bothered by mingi teasing her the whole night. They end up excusing themselves (sneakily) and they have the most mind blowing sex ever. All of the other boys over hear and were shocked 🤯 They act like nothing happened as they didn’t want to assume they were dating but later on at an award show it was finally announced that Mingi and Reader were dating. Skz boys went crazy and was practically babying their precious maknae 🫶🏻

kaci my favourite writer 🥰

(p.s sorry for how long this is 💀)

This one's been sitting for a while, mainly because it's already a wonderful thought as is! So, here's just a few thoughts to expand on it~ ❣ Warnings: 9th Member! Reader + Song Mingi [Ateez], smut, fluff, slight humor ❣ ❣ Additional tags: essentially a crossover for Staytiny all around the world~

While the rest of the members were in the living room, you would be bent over the bathroom sink with Mingi giving his all in rearranging your guts in the most quick yet efficient way possible - though, that way didn't include him being the quietest while doing so.

"Mm, jesus, fuck-"

"Mingi, be quiet."

You'd think he was the one currently getting his guts rearranged from the way he struggled to contain his moans, leading you to shoot him a warning glare through the reflection of the bathroom mirror.

"We might as well go and fuck in front of them if you're going to be this loud!" You seethed with a hushed scold, gripping the edge of the counter to keep your balance with his unwavering thrusts.

You could only hope that your combined groups were too occupied with the movie they were watching to notice you and Mingi missing.

Sharp eyes locked onto your own through the mirror, a sideways smirk stretching his lips, "You'd like that, wouldn't you? It's not like they don't suspect it anyways." Snapping his hips forward, he continued, "We can just give them a nudge in the right direction."

Biting back a moan, you dropped your head between your shoulders to focus on the orgasm he'd been teasing you toward since he arrived at your shared dorm; subtle grazes and risque touches keeping you wound up and ready for anything.

A hand found its way around your throat, pulling your body up at an angle so that your gaze met his once more; captivating and hypnotizing, yet still filled with a love that had you falling for him all over again.

"I love you," the words fell from his lips with ease, honest and true, "and I don't want to keep hiding it."

You were, too - he knew that better than anyone, and having to hide it not only from the world, but your band members, the closest people you have, had been eating you both up since day one.

Gripping his forearm, you nodded softly, "I love you too, baby - just a little l-longer to go."

His lips curled into a smirk before driving into you with a newfound fervor.

Neither of you would catch the knowing side eyes or smug smirks of your members when you each returned separately to the living room to catch whatever remained of the movie.

The 'little longer' would eventually come during an award show, with the thoroughly discussed plan between your managers and PR team of revealing the relationship to everyone during a collaborative performance.

Part of it was Mingi's plan to do a performance together, but with the way your schedules aligned, you figured doing it live as opposed to uploading it on youtube was the easier choice.

With the stage - quite literally - set, you and Mingi performed your arduously practiced routine in front of your fellow artists and hundreds of screaming fans, and as the song came to an end the moment you've been waiting for was upon you.

Getting ready for the ending pose, Mingi pulled you into his side and pressed a loving kiss to your temple, while you hugged him with a dazzling smile to the camera focused on you both - and to say the reactions were worth it would've been an understatement.

The wild screams of your colleagues and fans was enough to pierce through your earpiece, and shooting a glance into the idol space you could see all eight of your members going absolutely insane - sneaking a glance to the Ateez table to see almost a mirrored reaction.

Leaving the stage to take off your earpieces and mic packs, the return to the Stray Kids table was nothing short of a spectacle as Changbin swiftly wrapped his arm around your shoulders.

"You think you can just go off and get a boyfriend without telling us?! You're too young!"

"Innie and I are literally just a few months apart," you laughed, trying to pull away from his partial choke hold.

"Yeah, a few months too many! You're our baby!" Jisung all but wailed, squeezing your cheeks much to your dismay.

Seungmin scoffed, "The fact that we knew and you're still acting like this? Hyunjin's dramatics is rubbing off on you."

"Wait- You knew?!"

"It's not like the two of you were the sneakiest..." Minho's nonplussed tone made a wave of embarrassment wash over you, the memory of the movie night quickly dawning. "Plus, trying to hide anything from Wooyoung is like trying to limit yourself to one of Felix's brownies - it's impossible. Changbin hasn't stopped talking about their theories since they first started scheming."

Managing to untangle yourself from Changbin's hold, you found Chris standing in front of you now, a firm expression on his face.

"Are you happy?"

You could hear the lingering, unspoken words behind his question and you offered him a gentle smile, nodding, "I am, I really am."

Face brightening with his signature smile, he pulled you into a quick hug, squeezing tightly, "Good, because you're definitely telling us how everything started between you two, later."

Separating to go back to your unassigned assigned seats - with a few words of congratulations from Felix and Hyunjin - you looked across the aisle to catch Mingi already staring at you, his lips pulled into a proud smile while the rest of his members gave you teasing, yet supportive, cheers.

[unedited]

#✧. ┊ kacii answers #✧. ┊ lovely ihrtlix #i don't quite know how to tag this since it's not fully skz #song mingi x reader #song mingi smut #ateez smut #song mingi fluff #skz 9th member #stray kids 9th member

[voltronisanobsession]

Late night thought ( listened to video games ldr)

Being star crossed lovers with Percy. Being soulmates throughout many lifetimes, fate will never let the two of you be together.

In every lifetime, one of you will bare the burden of knowing everything, from being destined soulmates, to all your past lives, to the terrible fate your relationship always succumbs to end. Reader happens to be the one carrying the weight in the current pjo universe timeline.

Knowing basically everything about him, you try so hard to not fall for Percy. Your heart breaks when you first meet him, Percy already stumbling over his words at the mere sight of you. The connection is strong between the two of you, but you want nothing more than to runaway.

You already know how this story will end. But you can’t help falling for him all over again, getting to know this new version of him, seeing the similarities from his past lives shining in him. Admiring his new traits that make your heart beat fast.

Spending more time with him, he falls for you just the same. He feels a pull to you, his body igniting with life whenever he was around you. Your wide smile, caring hands on his face, and sweet voice instantly offering him comfort.

He’s so comfortable being himself around you that it almost surprises him. You read him like an open book.

Everything is just easier with you. He feels like he’s known you his entire life.

I think the hardest part for you is whether to tell him or not. Keep him in the dark of your guys’ destiny, or ruin what beautiful relationship has blossomed in the time you’ve known each other.

Chiron might know what you two are, simply because he may have met you guys hundreds of years ago, in a different lifetime. He feels pity for you as you struggle to distance yourself from Percy.

Believing that leaving him will break what fate has in store for you, Percy can’t let go. You’re like his other half. You’ve been there for him through thick and thin and now you just want to leave?

He won’t let you go until you give him a good reason. He can’t let you go. Percy is in too deep to watch you walk away from what you guys have. What you won’t let happen.

And it’s at this where you let everything out. Pain and tears are released, watching with despair as Percy struggles to accept what you say.

“We can’t be together Percy! Everything, everything will always ruin us. It’s been written in the stars for thousands of years, we will always fail. Just for loving each other.”

Of course to make this more dramatic, Percy will definitely get a vision of some sort showing him your fates as star crossed lovers.

“That’s not- it can’t be true. That’s not FAIR! Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I didn’t know how Percy. I didn’t know how.”

A lot of tears are shed that night. But just as much comfort is present. There’s no way to reverse your meeting, your fates are now permanently entwined. The only thing guys can do is hope to overcome your terrible fate.

Nights are filled with sweet whisperings. You guys would lay in silence, admiring each other as the stars shone bright in the dark sky. Each others soul in tune with the others emotions, walls are crumbled between the two of you.

Moments like these make up for all the pain and suffering that you both have went through. Gentle kisses on your face, Percy promises you’ll make it through anything, together. You caress his face, wearing a bittersweet smile.

But alas, nothing can change the fate of star crossed lovers. Stumbling across a monster during a quest, this is where the end begins.

Unlike anything he’s every seen, Percy can’t fight off the monster. No matter how many times he gets up, each time weaker than the last, the monster won’t die. It isn’t until it speaks that everything makes sense.

“A sacrifice must be made.”

A sick feeling is instantaneous between the two of you. Eyes wide in fear, you look to Percy. Despite the beating he took, he’s never looked as beautiful as he did now. You vowed to remember this moment of the boy in your next life.

Percy wanted to fight, he didn’t want to give up. He was angry, scared. He believed he could change your fates.

“Percy.”

“We have to try y/n! I can’t do this without you, please. I need you.”

“I love you. I loved you in the past, I love you right now, and I will always fall in love with you in the future. We’ll see each other again.”

He can’t stop you as you make your way to the monster. Fate works against him, keeping his body frozen and in place as he cries for you. Cries for your pasts. Cries for the emptiness he’ll have to endure once your gone.

It’s quick and swift, your death. You welcome it with bitterness, Percy’s crying breaking your resolve, but you have to continue. You’ll see your lover again.

Percy mourns everyday for you. He misses the soft whisperings you spoke that filled the dead of night in his cabin.

He mourns the life you both could’ve had if fate had not been so cruel to tear you apart every time. He’s forced to live a life without his other half once again.

He’ll miss the way you held his face, miss the way you made him laugh, miss the way you made him feel. He spends everyday living and remembering the memories of you.

Once the time comes, Percy welcomes death with open arms, reunited with you for a short moment until you’re both sent onto your new lives, starting the cycle all over again.

#pjo x reader #percy jackson x reader #pjo #percy jackson and the olympians x reader #Percy jackson #percy jackson and the olympians #pjo concept #pjo x you #x reader #percy jackson pjo

[zafetycar]

higher - DR3

⭐︎ daniel ricciardo & reader ('you')

⭐︎ one in which daniel and you let some drinks and a song drive you during a party

⭐︎ warnings: mention of alcohol

⭐︎ word count: <1k

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in honor of a hundred of you liking the lando norris social media au “what i was made for”

this is crazy ! thank you so so so much !!!! i can’t wait to share more stories with you !!!!

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it only took one second for you to realise which song had just started. the very first note had sold it. and it took you even less to snap your head around looking for daniel’s eyes, already locked on you, admiring you in awe and anticipation. and his silly grin plastered over his face. 

in a matter of milliseconds you run for each other, spilling the drink in your hands all over the floor. daniel trips over nothing, stumbles over to you, almost knocking you out on the way. but you straighten up right away as you hear the music, knowing that the lyrics are coming. slinging your left arm over his shoulders, your glass half empty in your right hand, you close your eyes, finish your drink in one swig and clear your throat, preparing for the intense two minutes coming up. daniel brings his right arm over your shoulders and pulls you close to him, practically chocking you, as he raises his own drink in the air and throws his head back. and the track finally starts.

"this whiskey got me feeling pretty”, you both scream in unison, voice cracking and hitting all the wrong notes. you rock yourselves side to side to the rhythm of the music, nearly hitting the people around you. 

but you just keep on singing like your lives depend on it.

“but I'm turnt up upstairs and ‘I love you’, is the only thing that's in my mind”, you dramatically sing, clinging on each other for support. neither of you is thinking strait in that moment. you are driven by the piece the same way you are driven by the person your holding. at the same time, you both look for the other’s eyes. the chorus is up next.

“you take me higher”, you shout, attempting to match the singer’s right tone, bursting out in laughter before composing yourself, determined to finish the song.

“but I'm drunk instead with a full ash tray, with a little bit too much to say”, you yell, holding the last note as best as either of you can before ridiculously trailing off. you turn to face daniel as he pulls you into a strong yet loving embrace, and you lay your head against his shoulder, kissing the covered skin there.

another song comes up through the speakers, but you keep on dancing side to side, tripping and almost falling each step you both take. daniel’s hand come up to lay on your head, softly caressing you hair as he plants gentle a kiss on your forehead. you look up to him and smile. he mirrors your expression, a sparkle lit in his eyes. as you take another step, you stumble backwards but daniel’s strong grip maintains you upright. your laughs fill the room, joining those of the people who just witnessed the scene.

how this hopeless romantic love song had ended up in a party playlist, between two club songs, was an absolute mystery, and as unexpected and annoying it first seemed for the others, it was hilarious enough for them to *secretly* plan it again for the next time you would all gather around drinks.

ps: i really liked creating this one so i hope you like it too! also i'm glad it's a little one shot, so that you get a little glimpse of my writing !

note: hi! thank you for reading this piece, i hope you enjoyed it ! feedback is very much welcomed :) see you around ★

#daniel ricciardo #daniel ricciardo imagine #daniel ricciardo fluff #daniel ricciardo x reader #daniel ricciardo fic #dr3 x reader #dr3 imagine #daniel ricciardo x you #f1 x reader #f1 fanfic #f1 imagine #f1 fic #f1 fluff #daniel ricciardo fanfic #zafetycar #divider by cafekitsune

[ch3rrysuck3r]

more eddie smut pls and make it spicy. do wtv you want go wild idc 😩🤭

u guys, bear with me, this is me trying something new. hope u enjoy!!!!!

Warnings: ....smut

NSFW alphabet

A- aftercare (what they're like after sex) :

•You guys... this man is the sleepiest after sex.

•He gets clingy, cuddly and all in between.

•If things weren't too messy, he'll just pull you into his embrace and you both will fall asleep to each other's heart beat.

•Now if it was intense... he'll make sure you're okay. Run you a bath, get food and water for you, help you clean yourself up. A gentleman.

B- body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner's):

•He loves you whole tbh

•BUT if he had to pick one thing it would be your thighs.

•why, you wonder? they're just multifunctional. he loves biting them, he loves kissing them, he loves laying on them, he loves seeing them wrapped around his head.

•The man can't get enough.

•Now, his favorite body part would have to be his arms

•He doesn't really know why, but you seem to love them so he does, too.

C- cum (anything to do with cum, basically....cause we nasty):

•He's a responsible man

•That being said, he'd probably pull out most of the times.

•He LOVES, and i mean *goes absolutely feral* type of love, seeing his cum all over your stomach.

D- dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs):

•This man LOVES the risk and thrill

•...That being said, he would love to fuck you publicly, just so everyone could see who you belonged to.

•He is a tad possessive and jealous, what can I say?

•BUT, considering the above he also would never like anyone to see his girl like that, that state of yours is reserved for himself only.

E- experience (how experienced are they? do they now what they're doing?)

•This is a rockstar we're talking about...c'mon

•He has had his one night stands with several groupies, obviously.

•But it is different with you.

•Groupies were just sex, you aren't just sex. He loves you and he intends on demonstrating it in every way.

•So he does know his way around sex, but he is still learning how to put love into it. And you're more than happy to help.

F- favorite position (this goes without saying):

•He needs to see your face, 100%.

•Kinda basic, but missionary. Again, he loves seeing your face react to his dick reaching far inside you.

•Also, I feel he'd love fucking you in front of a mirror, because he is a little ass that would love for you to watch how your body reacts to him.

G- goofy (are they more serious in the moment, or more humorous?):

•I don't see him as the type to laugh or crack jokes in the middle of sex.

•He is pretty focused on you all the time, so anything funny or embarrassing that might happen will totally be drowned by his intoxication purely on the moment.

•He does enjoy teasing you, tho. I feel he'd laugh out of amusement to you, only.

•Not in a making fun of you manner, ofc. But in a cocky manner, because he is a cocky person, let's accept it.

H- hair (how well groomed are they?):

•He has always trimmed it, and he always will.

•It bothers him, and he's sure it makes your experience a hundred time better as it is, so he never let's it get too long.

I- intimacy (how are they during the moment, romantic aspects...):

•Like I mentioned before, he loves to show his love for you through everything. Including sex.

•It doesn't matter how or where it is, he likes to make sure you feel good and loved.

J- jack off (masturbation headcanon):

•He doesn't feels like he needs it. He used to do it more often before you guys got together, but now you are more than enough.

•He might do it once in a while if you two are apart.

•OR sometimes you will be living life around the house and he'll just get horny out of nowhere because he loves you that much, and then he'll be embarrassed to admit it or just knows that you're not in the mood, so he'll sort himself out.

K- kink (one or more of their kinks):

•He absolutely adores and need praising in your sex life. Both giving and receiving.

•Again, he loves teasing the shit out of you, specially when you're having a shy day.

•Leaves marks all over your body just so everyone knows who you belong to.

•AND (he's yet to bring this one up) but he would love to see you tied to his bed. He is scared he'll freak you out, so he just keeps this one to himself.

L- location (favorite places to do it):

•The bed, cause he's s basic king.

•But he's up to fucking you anywhere, tbh

•The bus tour, backstage, against a random wall, the studio, a random party's bathroom, etc.

M- motivation (what turns them on, gets them going):

•Again, you could be doing literally anything around anywhere and he will get horny all of the sudden.

•You are just to perfect for him not to.

•He does love to see you cheer for him like a fan during the shows. He is kinda narcissistic and loves to see you scream his name alongside the fangirls in the crowd.

•He also gets turned on whenever you show him how bad you want him. When you get needy and whiny for his attention, that just does it for him.

N- NO (something they wouldn't do, turn offs):

•Sharing. He would never. He is only yours and you are only his, and sharing your or his body wouldn't feel right.

•Hurting you. Even tho he can get a little kinky and aggressive when pushed enough, he will stop everything if your face or body show any signs of discomfort. Doesn't matter if you reassure you're fine, he isn't having it. It just doesn't work for him, and it is not something he would ever feel comfortable doing.

O- oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.):

•Honestly? No preference.

•He loves to see you in front of him, on your needs, ready to take him in. The way your moans come out muffled because his cock is stuffing your mouth, or how you are so eager to satisfy him.

•But, he also loves to feels your thighs squeezing against his head out of pure pleasure. His name falling from your lips and your hand grabbing his hair only to push him deeper inside you.

P- pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual?):

•Really depends on the mood.

•If tou two have been teasing each other all night, he'll make sure to satisfy quickly and several times. Doesn't even let you have a rest before he's attacking your sore pussy again and again.

•Now, if he's been missing you or just wants to feel you, he will take his time. He makes sure you feel loved and satisfied, caring for every inch of your body.

Q- quickie (their opinion on quickies rather than sex, how often, etc.):

•Lowkey loves them.

•He knows neither of you have a lot of proper time very often, so he'll take any opportunity with you.

R- risk (are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.):

•He's willing to try out anything you want.

•Unless it involves anything painful for any of you two, because he doesn't feel okay with that.

S- stamina (how many round can they go for, how long do they last):

•He either goes many rounds, short duration;

•or two looooooong rounds.

•Depends on the mood.

T- toy (do they own any? do they use them?):

•(Did they even had toys back then? idk)

•Anyways, he doesn't own any, he doesn't use any. It's probably something he wouldn't think of using, ever.

•He just feels better when it's him that makes you cum over and over again.

U- unfair (how much do they like to tease):

•He ADORES good teasing sex.

•Lives to see you underneath him, all flustered and begging for him to give you something, anything.

•Knows exactly what and how to tease you, he has mastered this art.

V- volume (how loud are they? what sounds they make?):

•The man is moaning and grunting like his life depended on it.

•He is not afraid of being loud. Like, at all.

W- wild card (random headcanon for the character):

•He loves seeing you undress for him. Don't get me wrong, he likes taking your clothes off your body...

•but there is just something about you stripping naked in front of him, about not having to do anything but watch you.

X- x-ray (let's see what's going on inside those pants, pictures or words):

•Thicker than he is longer, good 7 inches.

Y- yearning (how high is their sex drive?):

•He is ALWAYS down to fuck. Or make love, whatever you want.

•It is always somewhere in his mind, the man is obsessed with you and every inch of your body.

Z- zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards):

•Doesn't take long at all. He can be gone after 10 minutes, easily.

•Still, he waits for you to he asleep first, only wanting you to be comfortable and resting before he sleeps himself.

#daisy jones and the six #djats #djats x reader #warren rhodes #warren rojas #billy dunne #daisy jones #eddie roundtree #camila alvarez #camila dunne #karen sirko #graham dunne #eddie roundtree x y/n #eddie roundtree x reader #eddie roundtree smut #daisy jones and the six x reader

[fanboymickey]

Mine

Summary: Music fic based off Taylor Swift’s Mine

Pairing: Jake “Hangman” Seresin x High School Sweetheart!Reader

Word count: 2.0k

AN: This is the first of the Taylor Swift series with the TGM Characters. This isn’t beta checked so sorry about that. If you enjoy, I would gratefully appreciate you leaving a comment and/or reblog. If not, that’s also ok. As always, thank you for the support and I hope you enjoy.

This is the first installment in my Taylor Swift inspired song fics, which can be found here.

You just moved from Virginia, where you had spent most of your childhood, due to your father having been stationed there. Your parents divorce is how you ended up in your mom’s town in Texas living with her and your grandparents.

School was a place you knew you could escape your parents constant arguing and it helped that it was somewhere you excelled.

New schools were intimidating especially when your starting your sophomore year and everyone already knew everyone, but you eventually found yourself a group of friends that welcomed you with open arms. Within that group you met your best friend, Evelyn Seresin and her matching green-eyed twin brother, Jake.

You spent a year and a half going in circles around each other, him being one of the most popular kids in your grade and you struggling with the idea of love. Your examples of love consisted of your own parents marrying young and having you shortly after their 20th and 22nd birthdays. Their marriage was hardly something that led you to believe in love, your father having multiple affairs and your mother continually letting it happen until she found out he was leaving her for another woman.

Your feelings for Jake scared you, but you found yourself being pulled in by him every time you were around him. When he found out your favorite flowers were Tulips, he started calling you Tulip as if it was a secret way of saying I love you. You don’t know when your feelings started for him, maybe it was the first day you met in the hallway on the way to fifth period, or when he finally asked you to be his girlfriend during spring of senior year while sitting out by the water and him holding a bouquet of pink tulips or maybe it was when you got a little too drunk off grandpa Seresin’s super secret moonshine at a bonfire party and he made sure you got home safely despite him only just getting his license earlier that day.

It scared you that you knew what it meant when your heart skipped a beat and your palms get sweaty. You were scared of ending up like your parents, but you did your best to push those feelings away because you hope and pray that your love story is not the same.

I say, "Can you believe it?"

As we're lyin' on the couch

The moment I could see it

Yes, yes, I can see it now

The summer before college was a whirlwind, Jake joined the Navy and is attending College through them while you’re on a partial scholarship.

You and Jake found yourselves laying on the couch at his family’s house, cuddled up after watching a Disney movie marathon before your freshman year starts next week.

“Can you believe it?” You ask, leaning up on your arm from his chest.

“Can I believe what, Tulip?” He looks at you, “Can you believe they all just find the love of their lives and get to live happily ever after?”

“I mean that’s like Disney’s whole deal.” He chuckles.

“I mean like the whole falling in love thing,” you pause, “it’s just so easy for them. What happens if they ever fall out of love?”

Jake raises an eyebrow, “That’s a cynical way to view it. What if they stay in love?” He challenges.

“Mhm, I guess that’s a possibility,” you hum.

“Do you not believe in love?” Sits himself up on the couch to get a better view of your face.

“I don’t not believe in love.” You pause, “Do you believe in love?”

“Mhm,” he gives you that one-hundred watt seresin smile, “because I love you.”

You stare at him for a minute and then pull him into a kiss, “I love you too,” you say through the kiss.

Flash forward and we're takin' on the world together

You learn my secrets and you figure out why I'm guarded

You say we'll never make my parents' mistakes

You stared at Jake while he sat there waiting for your answer, “Sorry, can you repeat that?”

“Do you ever think about what our marriage would look like?” He repeated.

“Uh, honestly, I haven’t really thought about marriage. I didn’t exactly have the best role models,” you looked away from him. You didn’t want to talk about your parents or the fact that you were estranged from them. You moved out once college started and spent holidays and breaks at Evelyn and Jake’s family’s house.

“You know we wouldn’t be like them,” he put his hand on your face and softly rubbed your cheek with his thumb, “I’d watch whatever romcom you wanted without complaining, I’d cook you breakfast in bed, I’d write you little cheesy love notes,” you interrupted him with a laugh.

“What’s so funny, Tulip?” He questions you.

“Sorry, but the picture of you cooking breakfast and writing cheesy love notes is hilarious. You can hardly flip a pancake.” You grinned.

He smirked, “Maybe I’ll learn before we have kids,” you chuckled, “little Jake and Ava will just have to go to learn to love oatmeal and cornflakes for breakfast,” you joke.

He raises an eyebrow and smirks, “Little Jake, you wanna have another Jake Seresin running around?”

“Maybe, not little Jake, that’d just inflate your ego.” You pull him into a kiss.

He deepens the kiss and then pulls away, “listen, as much as I wanna keep talking about this, my little Jake is feeling a little aroused.”

“Ew Jake,” you push him off you with a laugh, “never say that to me again or big Jake will never get laid again.”

But we got bills to pay

We got nothing figured out

You stared down at the test with a small but very visible plus sign. Thousands of thoughts rushed through your head, but all you wanted to do was puke. The two of you had just graduated college this past fall and been living together for six months. You were barely getting by and picking up extra shifts whenever you could get them. You had no idea how you would be able to afford a baby especially not when Jake’s dream job was still years away.

You heard the door to your tiny quaint apartment open and close. “Honey, I’m home.” You heard your sweetheart say. You rushed out of the bathroom to greet him.

“I’m pregnant.”

His smile dropped, “I got into flight school.”

You both stared at each other for a minute before you had both registered what had been said. You had known of his dreams to be a Naval Aviator, but you never could have planned the plot twist life just threw at you.

Braced myself for the goodbye

'Cause that's all I've ever known

Then you took me by surprise

You said, "I'll never leave you alone"

“Oh,” that was all you could bring yourself to say. You had begun to play with your fingers nervously feeling, once again like you had as a child. You were afraid this would be his opportunity to leave you like your father had. People didn’t stay long in your life, maybe this was only ever meant to be temporary too.

Jake quickly realized how fast you were beginning to close yourself off as soon as he saw tears slide down your cheeks. He moved closer to wipe your tears away.

“We have nothing figured out. We’re barely making ends meet as it is, how are we supposed to support another human?” You continued, “and then what happens when you get deployed? What if you get hurt and leave me?”

“We’ll figure this out,” He pulled you in close and wrapped you safely in his arms. “Tulip, I'll never leave you alone. I promise you.” He kissed your head as you cried into his chest. “You’re the best thing that’s ever been mine.” You say to him softly through your tears. You had never felt safer than you had in this moment.

You also knew at this moment that you wanted no one, but Jake Seresin for as long as he’d let you have him. At the time you didn’t know it, but he was already thinking about what the future would look like for the two of you.

You said, "I remember how we felt sitting by the water

And every time I look at you, it's like the first time

I fell in love with a careless man's careful daughter

She is the best thing that's ever been mine"

Your daughter, Molly, was now seven months old and you and Jake were bringing her to his parents ranch for her first Christmas.

“How’s my favorite niece?” Evelyn screamed and ran towards you and your daughter with open arms.

“She’s your only niece, Eve.” Jake laughed as he put down the empty baby carrier and held his arms open for her to hug him after hugging you and Molly.

“I missed you so much,” she loudly whispered to you and then moved on to hug Jake, “you’re my favorite brother.” She said giving him a squeeze.

“I’m your only brother,” he squeezed her, “you’re my favorite sister.” He laughed, “good, I’ll be sure to tell Sav, Kim and Ava.” She smirked.

“You’re my least favorite sister.” He said sarcastically, pulling away from her.

Later that day, you found yourself outside sitting on the dock by the lake that sat in the backyard of Jake’s parent’s ranch with Evelyn.

“I really did miss you,” Evelyn said looking at you from her cup of wine.

“I’m sorry that I haven’t been the best about keeping in contact, it’s just having a baby changes a lot.”

“I know, it’s partially on me as well, but promise me we’ll always be best friends even though you’re with my brother.” She held out her pinky finger.

“I promise,” you say and wrap your pinky around hers, “You know I always knew you’d end up with Jake.” she gave you that familiar Seresin smirk.

“You knew?” you raised an eyebrow, “I mean yeah, you guys always ran in each other’s orbits,” she laughed, “If y’all didn’t get together Senior year, I was gonna lock you both in a room until you finally confessed your feelings.” She confessed.

“Oh my god, you were not!” You playfully push her.

“I was so sick of seeing you guys make googly eyes at each other. I’m just glad it worked out, I couldn’t think of someone better for Jakeor for you.” She pulled you into a tight hug.

“Am I interrupting something?” Jake asked while fiddling with the ring in his pocket.

Evelyn smiled at Jake, “Absolutely not,” she grabbed her drink and patted his back, “good luck little brother.”

“I’m two minutes younger,” Jake exclaimed while she walked away, “still younger than me.” She laughed and continued walking back to the house.

Jake made his way over to you. You stood up to give him a quick kiss and wrapped your arms around him, “Do you remember the last time we were here?”

“Yeah, you asked me to be your girlfriend.” You stared out at the lake while remembering that moment that changed your entire life.

Jake pulled out the ring and got down on one knee, “Y/N, I love you more than anything else, well besides Molly, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you and making you happy. Will you marry me?” He waited hesitantly.

You stared down at him in shock, “Say yes!” You look over and see Evelyn holding Molly with Jake’s other sister’s and parents standing behind her.

“Yes!” You look back at Jake and smile with tears in your eyes.

Jake stands up and slides the ring into your finger. “You’re the best thing that’s ever been mine.” He says into the kiss.

Yes, yes, do you believe it? (Hold on)

Yes, yes, we're gonna make it now (Hold on)

Yes, yes, I can see it

Yes, yes, I can see it now

#jake hangman seresin x reader #jake seresin x reader #hangman x reader #tgm #top gun: maverick #top gun maverick fic #jake seresin #top gun fic #jake hangman seresin #top gun maverick fanfic #top gun fanfic #top gun imagine #top gun x reader

[ammstify]

Late night thoughts but, y'know what I really love in media? Imperfect relationships.

And no I don't mean relationships where they argue a lot or don't completely click together.

One of the tropes that I happen to dislike is the idea of people in love being each others "perfect half", that "complete each other" and "fill the gaps within them" (no innuendo intended).

Sure its sweet, heart warming, and gives off a sense of hope but, realistically, nobody truly completes someone!

Which is how I came up with my own little term for my favorite relationships; Kintsugi relationships.

For those who don't know, kintsugi, also known as kintsukuro, is the Japanese art of repairing broken pottery using gold, silver, or platinum dust! This creates a rather beautiful but imperfect appearance to the pottery, showing the lines of breakage while holding it together, but never truly healing it all the way.

One of my favorite current ships, Vashwood (aka Vash the Stampede and Nicholas D. Wolfwood from the Trigun franchise) reflect this type of relationship to me!

Both Vash and Wolfwood suffer from their own individual traumas, being filled to the brim with metaphorical and physical scars that eat away at them.

Vash struggles with hundreds of years worth of trauma, reflected upon his whole body after trying to save countless lives from death and violence. Some caused by bandits, some caused by his own brother, and some... Caused by him.

He struggles with nightmares and PTSD, remembering the incidents and death that was all his own fault, mourning the unknown lives that he had taken by accident during both the fall of SEEDS, the July incident, and the destruction of the moon. He relives it, and makes it his whole purpose to avoid those incidents from ever happening again.

And he suffers in silence, hiding behind a fake smile, under a red damaged duster and protective armor, with nobody truly knowing what goes through his head as he lives day by day, trying to provide some hope to the world.

Wolfwood also struggles with quite a lot of trauma, feeling the leftover scars deep within his bones, even though nary are visible upon his flesh. He remembers each bullet wound, each knife stabbing, each bit of blood that was shed before he drank a potion, forcing him back to life to continue fighting.

He also remembers the torturous abuse he went through to become a member of the Eye of Michael, to become their Punisher, forcing his body to age and grow beyond its means and become subhuman.

And even though he denies it, he remembers all the death he has caused too. All the bandits he's fought, all the targets he's followed, all to appease a faceless man to protect his childhood home at the orphanage. He drinks and smokes the pain away, never truly opening up to people while acting like a saintly priest, knowing how much pain he's caused for a cause he didn't believe in.

At least.... Until they met, and left together to search for Knives. And slowly but surely, unlike any other person they met, began to unravel and slowly heal each others open wounds.

The two of them find comfort in each others trauma, their battle scars, their imperfectness, spending every moment as they travel No Man's Land together. The bicker, they fight, they laugh, they smile, they rest and share tears. But they never try to fix each other, only bide their time and ignore their own pain, while finding a purpose in life to live and fight.

They are each others kintsugi, the gold that holds them together, that doesn't completely heal the countless imperfections, wounds, and trauma. But they don't care, because they'd rather share each others tomorrows and feel human for once, even for but a moment in each others presence...

The same applies to a pair of ocs my friend and I have developed for quite some time, with the two ironically mirroring Vashwood in terms of relationship! They both struggle with their own individual traumas, and while they can't completely heal the metaphorical and physical scars, they can mend and soothe the leftover wounds.

They both suffer in silence in their own ways, but find comfort as they unravel each others hidden scars. They're imperfect, they're damaged, they go through highs and lows... but the fact that they have someone to fill part of those gaps with love and comfort makes it all worth it.

And that my friends, is the key to a kintsugi relationship; Embracing and loving imperfection, and healing wounds but never getting rid of them

Also another really cool and similar example that my friend brought up was the Sashiko sewing technique, which like Kintsugi, is focused upon repairing damage on a piece of fabric by creating unique stitches!

To quote from them, “Nothing is perfect nor does it last forever but there is beauty it’s the wounds and cracks that it bears. Showing them healed and not fixed brings a humanness to things that otherwise wouldn’t have it.”

And man...

If that doesn't represent Vashwood's whole relationship in their story, I don't know what does!

They also mentioned, "Something born out of necessity but bringing beauty to it anyway, really does scream Vashwood," which seeing by this quote is absolutely true!

Anyway, for anyone who reads this, thank you for taking the time to do so, and have a good night/day!! Maybe in the future I'll discuss some more fun things with Trigun, my ocs, or maybe another fandom of a certain fantastical variety? 👀

#writing #trigun #vash the stampede #nicholas d. wolfwood #vashwood #my ocs #relationship

[codywanreversebang]

Codywan Reverse Bang 2023: Masterlist Part 1

Team 1

codywan reverse bang - pokemon au [Art] by @cmarani

a heart so true [10.8k] by @sarmaril

At the tender young age of eleven, Cody Fett believed he knew exactly what love at first sight felt like. Or; Cody has his sights set on the Pokémon League. It's not going to be easy training his way to the top. He can't just leave home at ten and charge Tauros-headed through the Galax region like some kids can. He has to spend his time helping his family's daycare in Kamino City, but Cody's not going to let that stop him... And maybe if along the way he gets to hold hands with Professor Jinn's cute assistant then he certainly wouldn't complain.

Team 2

codywan reverse bang - stained glass [Art] by @cmarani

Until We Meet Again [5.1k] by @geodax

After deserting the Empire that raised him and his brothers, Cody finds himself on a isolated planet. There, he finds a face he never wanted to see again.

Team 3

Team 3 [Art] by @madbunnyarts

Rewinding the Skein [8.5k] by @itsgoldleaf

He’s seen the creases of that palm before. Another thing he doesn’t remember. He walks towards the alley. The first sun drops lower. The footsteps behind him are as loud as the blood in his ears. Or: Ben goes to market and comes home with more than dried fruit.

a remedy painted blue [20.2k] by @ihathbenobiwankenobied

After ten years trying to keep his head down on Tatooine, Cody finds Obi-Wan lost in a life he never planned on living. It's not what they dreamt about during the war, but perhaps together they can make it work. Except Cody has a secret he didn't know he was keeping. And it might just tear them apart.

Behind the Scenes [10k] by @catfur-and-greenscales

“Spare any credits?” Obi-Wan stopped on the spot, feeling a cold sensation creeping down his spine. He knew that voice as he had heard it hundreds of thousands of times. With wide eyes Obi-Wan turned around and saw a man, not anyone he could say he knew, but those features were more than familiar to him. Perhaps the Force could have provided him more information, but he dared not to use it to reach for the man. It had been ages since the last time, so starting now was not an option. For a moment they both were just staring at one another, until the rough looking man lifted his bandaged arm, with a helmet. Obi-Wan could not help himself but … There was no facial scar. And there shouldn't have been, since even after everything, the man in front of him was still wearing the colors of the 501st. This man was not Cody. Of course not. He should have known better to not hope. But the seconds their eyes were locked felt too long to Obi-Wan. The tension was broken only when the clone just lifted his bucket a little higher and said:“Help a veteran to get a warm meal.”

Team 4

Team #4 - CodyWan Reverse Bang 2023 [Art] by @djk-creations

Twin Suns on the Horizon [22.9k] by @tyedyeboogers

Out on the hots sands of Tatooine anything can happen. For the people that live there, it is a fight of survival. For the Hutt who lords over them, it's resting on his ill gotten laurels. For the two gunslingers with a bone to pick - well, that's something entirely new. A Codywan Cowboys Story

cowboys are frequently secretly fond of each other [5.5k][WIP] by @catsnkooks

A new sheriff has come to Freetown, the town Ben has established himself in after the rise of the Empire. Sheriff Cody Fett isn't someone he was expecting, with his determination to make Freetown a place for everyone, away from the shackles of the ever-encroaching Empire, and it's not long before Ben finds himself falling for the selfless sheriff. But when Ben's past comes knocking on the door, threatening the livelihood of everyone in Freetown, he knows he must act to save everyone he loves in his town, which has now come to include a certain sheriff in his life.

Team 5

Team 5 [Art] by @nhyhu

Tied [17k] by @insertmeaningfulusername @embeanwrites @wixiany

Qui-Gon is gone and Obi-Wan, freshly promoted to a Jedi Knight, needs to take care of a Padawan of his own, but doubts and insecurities plague him. Elsewhere in the galaxy, Cody and his brothers are struggling through rigorous training on the water planet of Kamino. They meet and start working together once the Clone Wars begin. They steal comfortable and quiet moments with each other, slowly working their way towards more than just a friendship between Commander and General. But the war is relentless. In a skirmish, Cody is fatally injured. Obi-Wan reaches deep into the Force and into himself to change Cody’s fate, and in doing so, a powerful Force bond is created. Now, they will have to navigate the war and their growing affection alongside an as of yet unprecedented bond. or: Obi-Wan and Cody's journeys before and throughout the war and their relationship (in 3 parts)

Team 6

Art for I Will Support You (Even When You Fall) [Art] by @commanderfoxtheshield

I'll support you (even when you fall) [8.6k] by @robyn-hoood

The offer is also tempting for another reason; from here, he can spot the two figures on the front page, limbs poised in a graceful arc as the smaller figure is lifted up by the other, spotlights bathing them in golden light. Dance therapy, he thinks, quietly mulling it. A class that paired up veterans with volunteers to teach them how to dance to cope with PTSD, a year-long program that ended with a small competition with a small monetary prize. A tiny part of him, a part that suspiciously sounds like his younger, college-attending self, perks up in interest. He quickly pockets the flyer, and stands up. She startles slightly, but settles down with his next words: “I’ll think about it.” . . . . . Or, veteran Cody Fett and dancer Obi-Wan Kenobi are paired up for a dance competition. It all goes downhill from there.

#masterlist #cwrb23

[bookishtheaterlover7]

I understand that fans are jealous of the relationship of Chris and Alba. But how has Alba flaunted her relationship with him? At this time, Chris has been the only one to post pictures of them; which he can! I’m generally confused by this narrative of her being with him for money too. She’s a beautiful woman who happened to fall in love with a handsome man who just happens to be famous. She’s living every woman’s dream that read imagines of Chris here on Tumblr.

If they were to divorce it would only be because of how rude the fans are to her and their relationship. When she gives birth to their child, which I feel she is pregnant based on the new pictures what narrative will his fans say about her and their relationship? I’m not trying to be rude, but it’s frustrating to see the hate this woman gets for falling in love. We don’t know anything about them because we are not apart of their lives. For all you know, Chris probably fell in love with her the moment he saw her. They are both of legal age and can make their own decisions. So, why are people focusing on his supposed FS? Alba is probably the woman Chris has been searching for his entire life.

We can’t help who we fall in love with, so why is everyone trying to make him feel bad about it? I have never seen or read anything about Alba being rude to fans, making rude comments, or posting pictures that taunt fans about her relationship! Do you guys really think she wants to see thousands of messages and comments from people she doesn’t know saying how rude and ugly she? No!

Did y’all ever think that the reason Chris doesn’t talk about their relationship or post hundreds of pictures is because when he was dating Jenny Slate the fans were terrible. Like I said, you can’t help who you fall in love with. I don’t wish them any hate; only love and the strength that their relationship lasts. As should everyone else, because why would you wish heartbreak on anyone.

Dear An🫶n, you sweet soul...

I'm sorry and glad that you approached me with this ask. I'll answer this in a way that is as nice and gentle as your question is.

The Fans that spew hate isn't because of jealousy. Never in a thousand years is it about their relationship. It is about the fact that Chris seems to have, in your words, "fallen for" a racist, anti-semitic, without any self respect. Something that our favorite Chris has fought against for years...

I refer you to the links below that prove her racist and anti-semitic ways.

EXHIBIT A

EXHIBIT B

Not to mention, Chris' own mother was caught liking a comment, THREE TAPS DEEP, calling Alba a racist

MAMA LISA'S LIKE

So, if your supposed mother-in-law publicly, albeit subtly, agreed to someone calling you like that. Wouldn't that be a little concerning?

Especially if your supposed husband is publicly known to be a "Mama's boy"? We're talking about the actor that told the whole world, that he told his mother the second he got home after losing his virginity...

I'm sorry that's seriously a red flag on your relationship, if his closest confidant, his mother, HATES YOU.

On to the discussion of them loving each other, and being happy... Please open your eyes, and tell me Chris looks happy.

The guy isn't. Even during their first "outing" as a couple. Pap Walk 1.0 through Central Park. With paparazzi lining the walkway, and our two "lovebirds" not showing affection, and Chris wanting to leave as soon as possible.

He didn't even want to hold this girl's hand, when the thing they're selling... Is literally them being IN LOVE

DOES THIS LOOK LIKE LOVE AND AFFECTION TO YOU?!

And if you have any doubts about them as a couple. What kind of woman, who's in a committed relationship, and means to be fully devoted, basically engaged. Strips for the entire world, bearing her body for random men on Facebook, and for the world.

Receipts of her Lack of Love

When you truly love someone, you wouldn't betray them by displaying your parts for the world to see. It's sacred and a thing between the two of you.

So, if the issue is heartbreak, Chris is suffering so much heartbreak, his hair is dull, his face is sunken, and he's literally lost the ability to look not a day over 40 (I mean he looks like an old man next to her). She doesn't love him. Not for a second. She's in this for the attention.

Supported by the fact, Warrior Nun Trailer dropped the same day they announced their "relationship". And the most recent release of pics, coincides with her horror movie trailer release.

Chris gets nothing from this. He gets shit from everyone. Including the Fans still hanging on to hope. We want him to be happy. With a woman that makes him happy.

Not a woman like Alba, who goes off with other men, spends her days with friends and an important holiday for family in a whole sea away from their newlyweded husband, and gets their hand crushed because he seriously doesn't want to be seen, with you, any longer than he has to. Who also doesn't share the same values you claim to have.

They aren't private if they keep calling paps everytime they're out and about. And if the conflicting info of their wedding (Cape Cod vs. his Boston home, which people in Boston that live in the area have debunked), and the several thousand articles over the littlest of things, means that they're FAR from private.

And I'm not even talking about how she seems to edit every photo she's posted since this whole thing started. That's for another time.

In conclusion, we wish Chris every happiness,but not with this woman who's totally and 1000% wrong. Not just for him, but as a whole. As for baby rumors, they've been floating around since this started. And he'd have to stand her long enough to have one, and the way he cringes, and sinks everytime he's with or talking about her, vs. talking about Dodger/East, his beloved dogs.

Chris and his dogs are true love, whatever he has with Alba isn't. And pics show it.

I hope this cleared things up for you, Sweet An🫶n. Thank you for reaching out. I've been waiting for someone to talk nicely about their end, about how they see this. I'm seriously tired of people just screaming "YOU'RE JEALOUS BECAUSE BLA BLA BLA BLA BLA..." So, it's really a nice change. And you'll get a lot of different perspective and reactions, some more volatile and neurotic than others, but, pick some good ones, and you'll be fine 🤗

So much love and hugs,

Booky❤️

#An🫶n asks #Sweet An🫶n #booky reacts #booky answers #chris evans #chris evans fandom #alba baptista #did I miss anything? #seriously though I'm drained #this actually helped me get sleepy so thanks #☺️🤗

[vampworks]

Words Fail

Keegan Russ x Spanish Medic reader with the callsign Vulture

Word count: 1.5k

Warnings: needles, tattoos, alcohol, and angst. There's a Fade to black. 

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The tip of a needle finally grazes my skin and a hundred thoughts race through my mind. From the many dangers of sharing this one needle to how I could never go back after this string of moments. My mind screams to run just as I did all the times before. As I began to move, a large hand grabs my thigh and tightens around it.

"You alright, Birdie?" He cocks his head to meet my gaze. My nerves were on full display as I always relied on the mask to hide them. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just thinking about the awful example I'm setting as the medic." I say with a scoff. He smirks and slouches in his seat on the couch. "Oh damn, you aren'cha? I won't tell if you won't" he leans in and whispers in my ear then motions to hush with a finger to his lips. "Yeah, like you aren't a snitch" I then reach to hit his chest with a snort. He raises his hands to his chest in shock with a gasp. "It was one time, you know good and well you had it coming."

"Ay yo, Russ! Stop distracting her, she's moving and somehow it'll be my fault when I fuck up." Hesh scolds and drags both of us out of the moment. "Sorry, man. but I'll blame you for this whole thing regardless" I quip in an attempt to recover. Both men scoff as Hesh resumes his focus on the bird skull being poked into my forearm. After an hour, another two beers, and too many stolen glances, I get the worse idea and speak before good judgment could set in. "Ay Hesh, gimme the needle for a sec'' He complies with an annoyed sigh and leaves in search of another drink. Keegan watches in silence as I carefully stab the letter 'K' into the design small enough to be hidden. He smirks and meets my gaze. "My turn.'' He says in a low tone still staring into my eyes. Only now, did I see the human skull on his arm and how it was so much neater than my bird one, Hesh was only on his first beer during that process. After another swig of his drink, he too pokes the first letter of my real name into his already completed tattoo.

The weight this carried flew over both of our heads as the sounds of whisky pouring and laughter filled the crowded lounge. Even worse thoughts run through my head as I take account of the dazed look on Keegan's face. His usually sharp eyes soften as he struggles to think straight. "Damn, getting up gonna be a bitch in the morning, huh?'' He tries to joke. A laugh escapes me as I chug the last of my third beer. "Yep," I say popping the p after a deep inhale. We sit in silence as both of our eyes wander. After hour-like moments, he licks his lips and speaks with a breathy tone. "Wanna get out of here." Without a once of hesitation I grab his hand and off we go to my room in the barrack. We stumble through corridors giggling and shushing each other like children.

Once the door is shut, a switch flips in my core. My arms lock around his neck and my lips crash together with his. We stumble to his bed as clothes fall in a trail. All that can be heard through the small room is a mix of both moans and groans. His left-hand tangles in my hair and the other traces down the length of my waist but suddenly stop. "You sure 'bout this, love?'' He says breathlessly. I bring my hand to cup his cheek. "I've never been more sure of anything, Mi Cielo."

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The next morning, I awake still wrapped in his arms. The thought of what today holds spares no sympathy as the hungover set it almost instantly. The alarm blares as 5:00 am flashes on its small screen. The man beside me groans and tightens his grip. "Kee, come on we gotta get going." He releases a louder groan and buries his head in the crook of my neck. Keegan's voice vibrates on my skin and sends a jolt through me. I force myself to sit up as his weight hangs off of my shoulders.

Three years in each other lives and I was only now acutely aware of his touch and warmth. I crave more of it. I wanted nothing else than to crawl back in the sheets and forget the meeting we both knew the ending of. I shake off the thought and him with a kiss on his temple. "I'm sorry, sweets," He says in a low tone as we drag ourselves out of bed. I pull my shirt over my head as I understand his words. "It's fine, I drug my feet too. Feelings are hard when every mission could be your last." Neither the weak smile nor the even worse attempt at a joke helped at the moment. We both cringe at the thought but push on to the showers as both of our heads throb.

After the first round call, Merrick begins with a sigh. "Thanks for showing up, I know we all got up to some fun for Vulture's send-off." He's met with a mix of groans and scoffs. Keegan's hands brush my own in an attempt to brace for what's to come. I look up to meet his gaze but his is fixed on Merrick. I grab his hand and squeeze and return my focus. "I know those boys in 141 will be lucky to have her, They'll be sending their own medic for the trade-off in a few days." Keegan grits his teeth. Merrick walks up to me and places his hand on my shoulder. "Give 'em hell, kid. I trained ya well.'' With a exhale, I fake a wide smile giving my best attempt at a 'yes sir' as I always have before. "Good soldier, you got an hour til the chopper comes for you.'' He finishes with a glance at our hands intertwined before they separate and he sighs. "To the rest of you, we meet on the roof then today's work begins. Dismissed for breakfast" He walks off with the sound of more groans behind him.

After the trip to the mess hall and we're in my room again, Keegan's arms are wrapped around my waist as I pack the last of my things and pull the zipper to a close. "Wanna jump in there, K?" He laughs and only holds me tighter. "Don't tempt me, princess.'' I just might try it." I giggle at the name and turn in his arms. He leans down as three years resolve in a final kiss. It's just as heated as the night before but much softer. The clock strikes 45 minutes after 7, time to head to the roof. "I love you, Keegan" I sigh and stare up into his eyes. He shies but never breaks his stare. He struggles to say the same and settles on "I'll miss you too, V.'' He cringes to himself and makes a move towards the door. With a deep sigh and a look at the floor, I realize what happened. "Ay, give me a minute. I forgot something.'' He waits just outside the door with my bag in hand as I write a last note in a rush.

The walk to the pad on the roof is painfully slow as hands intertwine again. We stop at the final steel door. I try to break the silence. ''Funny how much just a few hours can change stuff, right?" I'm met with silence but his hand lets go of mine. The loss of touch aches for a second as He then engulfed me in his arms. I allow myself to melt into him as my eyes fight back tears. "I…" He starts to speak but stops himself. My hand dips in my pocket and hands the note over to him. Before He can react, I open the door and the loud thrum of the helicopter crowds my senses. Keegan follows with wide eyes til his features harden again in front of his team. I shake hands with them all and toss my bag in the back of the chopper. I plaster a wide smile on my face and gesture a large wave. "Stay alive for me, will yall!" Keegan can't stand to move or blink, too afraid to miss a second of the scene in front of him. The letter's in a death grip in his right hand. He folds the letter neatly into his pocket as he watches me vanish behind the closing doors. The team waves and yells even more goodbyes as the helicopter takes off. They head for the door soon after as Keegan whispers through pained breath. "I love you, Birdie."

He waits til that night to read the note. It's crumbled and written in a rushed survive. 'V's specilty.' he thought with a smile.

'Words fail, but that look in your eyes never will. See you when I will see you. Todo tuyo, Vulture.'

''God, you'll be the death of me, woman'' He mutters bringing a hand to cover his face.

Translations: Mi Cielo- My sun Todo tuyo- All yours

#keegan p russ #keegan p russ x reader #cod x reader #task force 141 #poc reader #angst #cod ghosts #forgive me if this is ooc for them #keegan russ x reader #keegan russ #cod keegan #call of duty ghosts #Spotify

[impala-dreamer]

Captives of The Court - Chapter Eleven

A Supernatural Series

~Strange things are brewing in Connecticut, so Dean and Y/N go check it out. After stumbling through town, they fall into something that’s been going on a very, very long time. Can they put an end to the bloodshed and make it out unscathed or will they need a little help this time?~

Starring Dean Winchester x Y/N Y/L/N

Series Warnings and Info may be found on the Masterlist Here 

Impala-Dreamer’s Masterlist  ~  Patreon  ~ Published Works

Once every few generations, a child is born with such amazing and natural talent that, with the proper instruction and will, can become one of the most powerful witches alive. They can suspend time, force nature to bend to their whims, control the hearts and minds of men.

Bronwyn Cromwell was one such witch. Born to the teenage mistress of a Puritan minister, Bronwyn grew up in the shadows, cast aside by the colony and condemned to be treated as an abomination until the day she died. As she grew, however, her natural talents became apparent and she defied fate and became its mistress instead.

Her magic was strong, her desires great. Anything she wanted, she could have, anyone moving against her was well punished.

Cunning and intelligent, she moved under the radar during the Witch Trials and came out the other side stronger. Over time, she gained the trust of locals who came to her for everything from sudden fevers to love spells and she honed her talents on the colonists of Connecticut.

Three hundred years later, Bronwyn was one of the most powerful witches in the country, known and feared by many. Including, The Grand Coven, who, upon many occasions, tried in vain to get her to join. Forever declining their forceful invitations, she was content to live in her small town, working her magic on the townsfolk and keeping a select few loyal followers young and prosperous through her hand-crafted spellwork.

Sure, a dozen or so people needed to die every ten years, but that was a rather insignificant price to pay for keeping herself young and beautiful. Besides, she spread the wealth with others, and her brand of magic was rather delicious to experience if you were among her chosen acolytes.

Y/N was teetering on the very edge of consciousness, her body laid out and trembling beneath Dean’s heavy nakedness. He sucked at each breast, licked at the scrapes his teeth made down her sides, drew his fingertips across her flushed skin. She was trapped in moments of bliss, straining to clear her head and focus, to push Dean away and confront their captor, but his mouth was so hot, his perfectly plump lips tasked with driving her wild.

She raked a hand through his hair and tugged, hoping to wake him up even a little bit, but the pain only spread through him and made his suckling mouth work even harder.

She gasped and a gentle laugh sounded above her.

Bronwyn was circling them, watching as they fucked again and again. She had changed into a tight black dress of lace that clung to her curves and exposed her arms and shoulders. The leather corset bound around her middle accentuated every inch of her, and for a second, Y/N felt her mouth watering at the sight of her milky skin.

Dean shoved his face between her thighs and she startled.

“Wh-what are you doing to us?” she panted out, barely about to think about more than Dean’s nose thumping against her clit.

The witch smiled, ruby painted lips curling at the edges. “Just watching… I enjoy watching.” She paused and leaned in a bit, eyes on Dean as he licked through Y/N’s slick cunt. “He looks like he’s good at that. Is he?”

Y/N shook herself, trying to wake fully. It felt like kicking for the surface in a black ocean; hard to know which way was up.

“He’s…” She let out a deep moan and bucked her hips uncontrollably into Dean’s face. “Yes…”

Bronwyn hummed in appreciation. “Lucky girl.”

Y/N lifted her head from the plush carpet and hissed. She tried to move more, to swat at Bronwyn as she came near, but her arms were limp, hands capable of littler more than clinging to the carpet or Dean’s broad shoulders.

“What do you want from us?”

Bronwny knelt down beside Y/N’s head and smiled sweetly. “I just want you to cum, Y/N.” She dragged a finger down Y/N’s face from temple to jaw and her eyes rolled in ecstasy. “Will you cum for me?”

The witch’s touch was like a drug that seeped through Y/N’s pores into every cell. Her heart pumped the tainted cells through her body, flooding every inch of her as Dean devoured her aching cunt.

“I just need all those yummy little orgasms…”

Pleasure surged inside and Y/N screamed in unadulterated bliss as Dean tipped her over the edge. She came hard, pulsing on his thick fingers, and a wisp of purple light floated from between Y/N’s legs and up over their heads.

She tried to follow it, confused about what it was and why it was, but Dean had quickly shifted between her open thighs and fit his heavy cock against her heat.

“Dean… wake up, baby. We gotta-”

He thrust his hips and her vision went dark. She sank down again, lost in the pleasure, trapped by the spell.

The light continued its journey, slipping into a brass jar on the stone altar. Bronwyn grinned and snapped the lid shut, keeping their power safe.

It was all about the power. The act of sexual pleasure expelled an amazing amount of natural power and Bronwyn had long ago found a way to capture and harness that power for her spells. Every little act extruded a bit of power. Sex, love, impregnation, birth. It was all magic. One simply had to know what to do with it…

#cotc #dean winchester x reader #spn fanfic #series #angst

[a-bucket-of-trash]

Bonds Like Tree’s Roots- Kelvin x Female Reader – P12

P11

Tags: :3 smuty * burns *

You two had hardly moved, you only went from standing to leaning back in the couch, holding each other as if you had met again after twelve tragedies, squeezing each other, rubbing each other's faces like a pair of kittens. And neither of you really wanted to do much more than that, not at the moment. You had an urgent need to give each other love, the purest and deepest love, to fill themselves with kisses and cuddling until you filled that hole that had been formed from loving each other without being fully reciprocated, that hole that friendship had not been able to fill.

"I'll be a bit rushed, but... can I start bringing my things?" Kelvin gently kissed your forehead "I mean, not right now... But soon..."

"Heck yeah" You smiled, resting your chin on his chest, looking at his attractive face "This house is not very big, I hope you don't have too much or we'll run out of space"

"Ex-soldier, I travel with little" He gently rubbed your cheekbone with his fingers, looking at you for a long time "Next Wednesday I start working, I'm going to save like crazy to give you a nice house, a motorcycle, and basically everything you ask for"

"Are you planning to spoil me?" You rubbed long down his firm stomach and waist.

"I'm don’t plan to do it, I'm going to" He softly kissed your lips.

"You know how I live, honey" You kissed him tenderly "I don't need much... Just you"

“Uff…” He laughed softly but long “I'm so happy you have no idea…” He cupped your face with both hands, looking into your eyes, enjoying your look “I love that we're going slow…”

"Well... I want to enjoy you properly..." You caressed his waist more "Besides, it's early... We'll have time today to see who faints first" You winked at him.

“Who was chopping trees with a concussion, an hour after falling out of a helicopter? Me” He kissed your face “Imagine what I can do now in bed”

"How scary" You teased him, also kissing his face.

"But let's not talk about that yet..." He purred, feeling you kiss his jaw and neck "Or better, yes... I'm not going to lie to you, I'm used to being horny with you around..."

"Sorry, I guess" You laughed, stroking him more "Would you like me to behave a little?"

"No, no..." He caressed your lower back for a long time "Tease me all you want, I love it"

"Sure?" You purred near his mouth, mischievously, touching his chest "Then don't start begging me"

"But I love getting to the point of begging..." He shuddered softly, feeling your body against his, your mouth leaving kisses on his neck and ear "God..." He swallowed "This is... i-incredible..."

"And it's just your neck," You purred.

"Yes... No... I m-mean" He rolled his eyes "This in... g-general... Having y-you..."

"Oh honey" You took his chin, delighted "How can you be overly sensual and terribly cute at the same time?"

"You tell me"

Kelvin held your neck to attract you more and kiss you, in that slow way that he seemed to like so much. It was as if part of himself was trying hard not to lose his temper, to focus mainly on you, to feel your warm body, your softness, your heart rumbling against his, on your tongue timidly finding his.

And yes, he loved it. To him, going slow was a hundred times more erotic and tempting than just jumping into bed right away. It was simmering instead of burning on a bonfire. And not only in the "before" moments, but also during. He was slow, deliberate, seeking to overstimulate over time, making love as if it were a sacred ceremony. If it had always been like this, now, with you, even more. He would squeeze every second like an alchemist creating gold.

"My g-gosh...you do like to kiss." You tried to breathe after a while.

"Mhm" He buried his face in your neck, kissing tenderly and deeply, feeling you tremble "I'm addicted to your scent" He purred, one of his arms chained to your waist "And just thinking... about your other scents..." He growled long.

"Kel..." You felt the hot wave run through you "H-honey..."

"Mmmm? Do you want to beg?” He kissed the base of your neck more "Not yet, love... Enjoy the agony a bit..."

You had almost begged him without realizing it. Your brain was beginning to cloud over and a certain desperation was bubbling in your body, craving growing with each touch of his fingers, with each kiss on your skin.

“B-bastard…” You chuckled, stroking his hair.

"What? It bothers you?" He smiled, looking at you, running his hands under your shirt, rubbing your sides "And that's me who has a certain bulge bothering"

“So…” You licked your lips, giving a clear message.

"So what?" He teased you slightly, looking at your mouth with interest, “What does my beautiful girlfriend want? Do you want to see the fruits of so much gym? You want to touch? Want to…?" He growled long "Feel me...?"

“S-stop it…” You complained softly, overly tempted.

"Oh no, stop is not going to be what I force you to say"

You saw him let you go, getting to his feet. He had an air of danger, his eyes burning like two embers, carrying the flutter in his chest hidden under his tight shirt, his pants screaming truths. With the strength gained from training and exercises, he held you, lifting you in his arms like the lady that you were.

You took his chin to kiss him, testing the desire on his lips, which had left a little aside the slow way, to kiss noticeably deeper, more passionate, grunting barely, without moving from the middle of the room. 

It was a slight relief to know that he was finally walking, still kissing you, towards your room.

P13

Me:

#kelvin #sons of the forest kelvin #sotf kelvin #kelvin x reader #sons of the forest #sotf

[mightymizora]

Fic: The First Leaf on the Tree after Winter

Part 2 of 3. Halsin/Jaheira, background Wyll/Karlach Their time was a century before, she thinks. What can they be, these old souls rooted in their ways, these observers of the world, these failed heroes? Read part one here or Read on Ao3

Wyll takes in the child, Yenna, without even a second thought, because of course he does. She could be a spy, she could be a plant, she could be any number of things, but Wyll sees only a sweet thing in need and lets her in untested. There are children everywhere in the Gate. There always have been, but even she notices that there are more than ever, and more and more seem to have no parents, no loved ones nearby. They run around them, and at first glance one might think that they are playing, but there is too much purpose in their movements. They have missions. Work. She only hopes their masters are kind enough. 

Karlach watches them with a sadness in her eyes, her hands reaching for them instinctively until she catches herself.

“I think I would have liked to have been a father,” Halsin says, an uncharacteristic quiet in his voice. “But I was never blessed with the right time, the right opportunity.”

She thinks back to lazy mornings with Khalid, his gentle touch, the stammer in his voice as he told her he loved her, that she would be a wonderful mother, that he would stay home with the children and that it would be his greatest honour, bliss, wish. She has summoned that memory to her so many times that she does not know anymore if it even happened the way she remembers. In her dreams he is so sure, and so is she, but she knows that if she hadn’t waited, if she had been as sure as he had, maybe things would be different.

But that was a foolish path. If things had been different, maybe he would still live.

“Many of us do not have that opportunity,” she says, trying to ignore the tightness in her throat. “But there are others. There are children who are lost. There are people who need to find each other. That can be a family too.”

*

Wyll and Karlach are falling in love. She can see it in a hundred little things they do for one another, from the way she throws herself in front of him during battle to the way he puts the best parts of his meals in her bowl when she is not looking, the way he holds her on a pedestal and the way she holds his hand when they think nobody is watching. It is a magnificent thing, but it also chews a hole in her heart as she watches, as she sees the dangers ahead.

Orin the Red appears all around them, and Wyll cannot sleep. She sits with him sometimes, talks him through his fears. Since Lord - no, Archduke Gortash’s coronation, he has been sick with worry for his father, he has been wild with fury for Karlach, and he has felt paralysed, utterly paralysed with the choices up ahead. She wishes she could be the sage counsel he desires, he deserves, but she has only ever been wild, impulsive, too quick to action, too full of regret. 

“You must be bold, Wyll,” she tells him. “There may be mistakes to make, but you must make them with your whole heart and leap. Don’t do what you think you have to. Do what is right.”

“It’s fine when it’s just me. But the others. You . How will I live with myself if I hurt you?”

She holds him like a mother, and truly, he is one of hers now, her beloved brave cub. She would lay down her life for him. Hells, she will, if it comes to it. Of all of her many flaws, it is how she loves that she hates the most; it takes over her in moments and binds her, entwines with them in a way that she can never cleave away. 

Then, one night, he makes his choice. The devil Mizora comes to him and forces him to forge his destiny in flame once more; be hers forever, or sacrifice his father. He tells her with steel in his eyes that he will not fall back, and she will not have his father, and she is so proud of him that she could burst. Karlach kisses him with fire and tenderness, and that is that. 

She can see that Karlach is in pain, and she’s sure Wyll knows too. The engine will burn out, and it is likely to be weeks, not months. He commits himself even though he does not have the time to reaching in to every connection he can; he sweet-talks old associates of Gortash for information, careful that Karlach does not know, he asks her if the Harpers can help, and she tells him they will try anything and everything they can.

Wyll and Karlach are falling in love, and to know it may be over before it can even really begin strikes a dagger through her heart again. She thinks of the hundred little things that remind her of Khalid, of the smell of herbs on his fingertips after cooking, of his deep care for the looking after of things from her to his blades, of the way he could not help but giggle with nerves when she kissed his hip bones and the way that laughter gave way to sighs muffled by his hand pressed over his mouth and how she would pull it away so she could hear him. She could lose herself in those thoughts forever if she let herself. Some days she wishes she had.

*

The shapechangers have infiltrated the Harpers, and her heart cannot bear it as her daggers find their mark in the faces she has grown to love. They melt away and she feels empty. The city takes and it takes and it takes.

She runs into the woods from their camp and she transforms into a bear this time. It is not her place of comfort, but it is strong and it is weighty, and that is what she wants today. To feel grounded and heavy and powerful. To feel like him. To be like him. It is envy, she thinks, while thought prevails over instinct. He is so certain of himself, even here in the city that pushes down on him and tries to reform him, tries to cut away his flesh and leave him a bone-cog, a piece of plenty, to put him on a leash.

Soon, the instinct takes over thought, the way she likes it. She feels the need to roam, to lumber through the leaves, to be far from others in a patch of land that is her own, hers only. She feels protective, territorial. This is her land, this is her city, this is her coast, and the feeling tears through her as she turns and sees him.

She roars. The sound rips through her and almost shocks her out of her shape. It has been so long since she has let herself make a sound like this, to let instinct take over in place of worry for others. She has folded herself so small into others expectations, let them grow into her and not fought as they swallowed her whole.

He huffs in response.

They stand for a moment, the only sound in the night the heavy depth of their breathing. And then, they move together in an instant, as her claws dig into the earth and propel her towards him.

Their bodies crash against each other, but he is stronger and pins her quickly. He nuzzles at her, nips at the fur around her neck, and it is tender in a way that takes away any doubt of what will happen next.

She tells herself it is all instinct.

*

She takes them to her house the next day.

The children have done well. The house is fortified, and they have kept themselves fed, kept themselves safe. Rion and Jord scold her, and she deserves their barbs, but it is Tate who breaks her heart and makes her falter with his fear that she has come through their door as a corpse. Wyll steps in with an epic tale of their encounter with Dame Aylin, though he is sparing on some details for which she is grateful, and as a reward he is granted her Harper pin. In times past, she would be angry, furious that her secrets were spilled, but this was not a time for secrets. She leads Wyll down to her office, feels a slight delight as he smiles with pride at finding the slot for the pin that unlocks the door to more and beckons for her to go ahead. Always the gentleman.

This place. This place she has missed. The soft sounds of insects on the water, the buzz of magic from the wards. The smell of the moss and vines. Her little chattering friends and their news of all that the city tries to hide from her. The chair looking out over the little lake, the book she never finishes reading, the wine she has been drinking for years that she hoards away only for herself.

She sits in her small piece of the world for hours, letting Wyll explore, find what he wants and take what he needs for the fight to come. Rion invites them to stay and eat upstairs, but she does not feel like she can dine in her own home. There are too many questions, and she has too few answers.

“It is beautiful how everything blooms around you.” Halsin stands in the door, looking more relaxed than he has in days. “This place. It is magnificent.”

“I have missed it.”

“I can see why. A sanctuary. A piece of beauty in all this ugliness.”

“There is beauty in this city, of a kind. In its people, in the way the stone has been carved out. I know you are struggling to see it, and I’m sorry. But please. Feel free to stay down here as long as you need.”

“You are too kind.”

He sits with her looking over the water, and he looks rested for the first time in days. For a moment she wonders if this is the moment they should talk about what has happened in the woods, if that is the thing that should be done now, but she does not want to. She doesn’t want to bring that here, to interrupt the stillness. The sound of the chittering of the insects on the water, the smell of the moss. The curve of the muscles of his arms as he rests them on the table, his eyes shut as he breathes it in. 

They can hear Karlach’s laugh ring out from upstairs, the murmured voices of the children echoing down as they ask her a hundred questions that are just out of earshot. He opens his eyes and smiles at her.

“Your family is a credit to you too. You were wise to keep them secret, keep them safe.”

“The world is dangerous, but Rion is a match for it, I think. I am proud of her.” She realises as she says it that she is, that she is fiercely proud of her, and she loves her with an essential part of her that makes her afraid. To love is…

She sits with him for some time looking out over the water before she slips away, finds the hidden release and goes through to her vault. Before she left the city to head to the Last Light, she had sat in this cavern for hours, wondering if she should take things with her or leave them safely hidden away. There are some small pieces of equipment, some scrolls of research, and at the heart of it, the thing most precious.

Khalid gave her many gifts. Her wedding ring was a snippet of twine that he tied together with trembling hands to slip on her finger, full of concentration and care. After a year, he wrote down all of the things he loved about her, showing her only once and keeping it on his person forever. She wishes she could have found it, kept it. Years later, with the help of their good friend, he forged this necklace for her. A simple, unassuming design, but made with care and precision from only the best materials. 

She slips it from its case - an indulgence, she knows it, and feels the cool of the metal against her fingers. She doesn't know why she is so scared to wear it with pride. Every time she holds it, she feels frightened. Perhaps it is the fear of losing it. Perhaps it is the fear of having him close, letting him see who she has become.

There is a shadow at the door. She had quite forgotten that Halsin was even with her. “I’m sorry, I do not mean to pry.”

“It’s fine,” she says, though she does not know that it is. This place has not been seen by another living soul for as long as she has kept it, and there is a spike of fear in her spine as he walks in closer. He looks across from her to her desk, and she realises why.

“Halsin-”

“I know these markings.”

Of course he would. He has had a century to study the history of such things, just as she has. To look into magics and rituals, to try and find the secrets that evaded them in the land. But he would have stopped there. He would have seen what lay buried in the dirt and let it rest. 

“That is not the natural order,” he says with a cool tone in his voice, a flint that makes her jaw tense. “You saw all that happened in Reithwin and still you would seek immortality?”

“No, not immortality. Just… just more time. I thought…”

I thought I was still needed, she wants to say. That the world needed heroes, and that the world needed me for just a little longer. Now I am not so sure, and part of me is scared of what that might mean.

She flushes with anger, with shame, at the sight of his unflinching eyes on her. “I do not owe you an explanation, Halsin.”

His nostrils flare. “You owe me nothing. That is so. And yet I am… I am disappointed, High Harper.”

He leaves her with her ghosts, and she is glad of it.

*

It is harder to slip away now that they have more permanent lodgings, but she finds a way to leave the Elfsong without arousing too much suspicion. There is a gap through which she can reach the woods, and she trusts that he will follow her.

In the end, he is not subtle. She can see him out of the corner of her eye as he stalks her still in human form, his pace determined as she climbs over the wall, matching her as she starts to run into the trees.

She is barely transformed and he is on her, over her, and she bites at his neck as gently as she can manage with the fury that courses through her. He pushes her with such force that it almost knocks her out of shape, but she fights it, wills it to stay. She throws herself at him with all the strength she can manage. She is fury, she is wild and he is wilder as he forces her body to the floor and he takes her without waiting.

She is glad that here, at least, they can be honest. 

*

Her body hurts more than ever, the sounds and smells of the city are worse than ever, and she thinks it is down to him. How long has she been cutting off healthy branches to keep herself small? How long has she been shutting out senses because they do not serve her, as if they are hers to cleave away for her own convenience? Her body aches to transform, and she reaches for her wildshape in fights she would never think to. She wants to be powerful. She wants to be sleek and strong. She wants to feel teeth in the flesh of her enemies and so she does, she does. The beast of the hill roams the warehouses, the sewers, the battlements of the gate, and part of her relishes the look of fear in their eyes.

*

He comes to her as she rests. This old body does not heal as fast as it used to, and there is still work to be done, but she cannot leave her bed. The last fight to free Wyll’s father and the Gondians was a mess, and she almost perished on the end of a trident stuck so deeply into her stomach that she could feel it hit her spine. But they did it, they did it, and right now Wyll is sitting with his father in private rooms, introducing him to the woman that will be his bride. That is worth any pain.

Halsin brings her a sweet tea with balsam. He brings her hot rags steamed across the pot to lay across the residual marks from her wound. He burns incense and, more importantly, he stays with her, pulling up a chair to her bedside.

“I apologise for what I said,” he offers her as she drinks her tea from shaking hands.

“When?” she asks. But she knows. They have barely spoken any actual words since, even as their bodies have still met in the cloak of night.

“You know when. It was inappropriate to behave like that in your home. I hope you can forgive me.”

“You were right.”

“We both know things are rarely so straightforward as right and wrong.”

He lets her drink, and, with a gentle touch, he lays the material against her stomach. His hands linger, and his eyes are set on the rise and fall of her breath.

“When Wyll bought you back I didn’t think you would make it. And it filled me with fear, Jaheira. I was so afraid.”

She sits herself up, trying not to show pain through a taught smile. “I am stronger than all that, Halsin. We do not have the privilege of growing old with no reason.”

His eyes linger, and spot something around her neck. “The pendant you took. I should have asked you about that, not the other thing. It seemed precious to you.”

“A gift. From my husband.”

“I did not know you were married.”

“I was.” 

How was it that even now, even after all this time, to say she was makes her stomach drop. She was, she is, she will always be. His bones are her bones. His love is timeless.

“I would like to hear about him, if you would like to tell me.”

She laughs. It hurts . “Why?”

“Well, he is special to you. Important to you. That makes him special, and it makes him important. He is a part of you, and I would hear more of that, if you think me worthy.”

She realises his hand is still on her stomach. He continues, “There was a man once. Torbrin. He was a sailor, a smuggler, and would bring goods through the Emerald Grove six months or so to trade. You remind me of him, in so many ways. He had a cutting tongue.”

“Charming!”

“And many other qualities besides, I promise you! He was charming, and generous. When he laughed, everybody laughed, and he had a memory for fine details. He recalled that I liked sweet things and bought me honeycakes every time he could, every time he could, for ten years.”

A soft, distant look passed over him, a look she knew well, as his voice caught ever so slightly in his throat. “Ten years in three hundred and fifty, it might not seem much, but-”

“It is not just that ten years. It is not just the days you were together. It is all the days he has stayed in your heart.”

“Yes. Yes, it is.”

“What happened to him?”

“He drowned, not far off the coast from here in Baldur’s Gate. A bad storm. It is always the risk of that life. He asked me to go with him a few times when the parting was particularly bittersweet. I could not. I could not live my life on water. But I have thought about him often, since we have been here.”

She thinks of this man, Torbrin, of his body lying close to where they dived down to the Iron Throne. Perhaps what was left of him and his vessel was still abandoned to the harbour, his bones all that remain outside of this moment of them bringing him into the world once more. 

“Tell me something about him. Your husband.”

“Khalid.”

“Khalid.”

She thinks his name on Halsin’s lips will sound strange, but it sounds beautiful and bright. She tells him how they met. She tells him about Gorion, about their journeys together. She tells him about Jon Irenicus, and when tears come to her eyes, she does not stop them. Halsin’s hand finds hers, and she does not stop him. Something opens inside her, and she does not stop it. She doesn't know how to.

#bg3 #halsin #jaheira #baldur's gate 3

[unhonestlymirror]

America: I wonder how you four ended up being relatives, you look so... diverse.

Lithuania: *facepalm*

Latvia: Dude, THAT'S racist.

India: Wow, you sound just like your father, it gives me nostalgia! :D

Estonia: *tries not to laugh*

India: About 10 000 years ago, there lived a family of a hundred sons and one daughter. After a big war, the father, whose name was Bharata, was severely wounded and passed away without having time to write a will, so a squabble for power began. Brother turned on brother, everyone wanted to be the next ruler and marry their only sister, as pretty as lotus flower, the only woman who possessed the magical powers. The youngest son, a boy of extraterrestrial beauty and a kind heart, skin as an ivory, hair the ancient darkness of Vidisha, face a sculpture from Sravasthi, he didn't want to participate in those horrors, so he took his bow, arrows and Madu, and he went west to seek his fortune, leaving behind the saddened sister, who was too cowardly to give up everything she knew and leave, even if it meant losing all the power over her body. For many centuries, he wandered around the world like sun, saw thousands of different miracles, participated in thousands of different battles, made thousands of friends - but nowhere he felt like staying forever, nothing brought him a feeling of home. His soul and body were tired, he hated the sun itself, so he went north.

Lithuania: Oh, I know the rest, Curonia told me when I was little! Once, your brother reached the sea merging with the sky itself, bluer than turquoise. He couldn't have but fall into temptation to reach the Heaven Castle. He kept going many miles further ahead, and seeing that the sea didn't go any deeper, he lost his vigilance and track of time. Tired but inspired, he decided to catch himself some fish to eat. No one told him that sea was the local witch's property, whose peace no one dared to disturb for a long time.

Lithuania: Lightning of all colours scorched his ivory skin and long black hair, and the undercurrents dragged his limbs down the water. Jūratė was an asocial introvert, and she really didn’t like the smugglers who took all her amber and killed her fish. At first, she wanted to punish the stranger, but seeing his exhausted bloodless face, her heart was filled with pity, so she brought him to her Amber castle for interrogation.

India: I never liked that wicked daayan.

Lithuania: Well, mom wasn't that evil. After having a hearty lunch in a house made of sun, both made by a beautiful woman with golden hair and sapphire eyes, dad said he immediately fell in love with her. This made her laugh a lot, so she decided not to tell him that she almost killed him and the storm was her doing, and she put all the blame on the Thunder God.

Lithuania: However, when mom asked what his name was, he said something so difficult to pronounce that she asked: "Kas ir ta tauta?" - which means "What is your nation?" Dad didn't know any Baltic language back then, so he thought "kastaut" was some sort of friendly greeting. This word, eventually, became his new nickname. Nowadays, however, its form is Kastytis.

Latvia: Estonia called him Aesti, btw.

Lithuania: The moral of the story is that serious misunderstandings can not only destroy human relationships but also create them! :D

America: What a beautiful story.✨️

Latvia: And then they got married, had 10 children, and died in one day. Happy end.

Lithuania: You sound sarcastic.

Latvia: Wow, no way.

India: So basically, you three are the only alive sons of my brother.

Latvia: Nuh-uh, it's Liet only. Estonia is the oldest of us all, and he's our bro not by blood but by soul, we went through a lot of shit together during Livonian Order occupation, russian empire, nazis, soviets... I'm the proud child of Kurzeme and Latgale. Zemgale as well, but it's complicated.

India: Wait, so you're the grand kid? ...Why do Lithuania and Latvia call each other brothers then, not "nephew" and "uncle"?

Lithuania: It’s complicated.

Latvia: He's too Polish to be my uncle.

Lithuania: Shut up, my German nephew.💢

Latvia: Uno reverse, Estonia is your uncle.

Estonia: Please stop, I don't want to be anyone's uncle XD

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