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neewtmas · 4 months

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hello my lovely!! i almost forgot to request a blurb from your advent calendar! i'd love it if you could write something fluffy and angst for george x fem!reader (she/her pronouns), with the prompts "You're jealous aren't you?" "I'm not jealous.", and "Friends don't look at each other the way you two do."

thank you again lisa!! you are an absolute diamond <33

ALLIE!!!! first of all, thank you for sending me the perfect prompts I love me some jealousy <3333

Secondly, I know I said I'd post these on the 24th, but I honestly just majorly underestimated 1) how busy I would be and 2) how absolutely unable I am to write something short

so I now have a 1.7k words blurb for you here (is that still a blurb? who knows lol), I hope you enjoy!!!

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Lucy shoved the entrance door closed with her elbow, both hands occupied with heavy bags containing a week's worth of groceries. The thin straps were cutting rather painfully into her fingers, and she didn’t bother removing her boots before walking into the kitchen. She was surprised to see George sitting on one of the chairs, one of his comics open in front of him on the table. But instead of reading, he was staring off into the distance. His grim expression could have probably pulverised a ghost on the spot.

“Why are you sitting over here?” Lucy asked as she set down the bags on the counter. When she had left, he had been in the living room with Lockwood and Y/N. George just made an indescribable noise and picked up his comic, a clear sign that he didn’t want to talk. Lucy shrugged and turned her attention back to the bags full of groceries. When she was done putting everything away, George hadn’t moved at all, his eyes still trained on the pages in front of him, though it was obvious that he wasn’t reading. She knew there was no use in trying to talk to him, so she made her way over to the living room.

When she pushed open the door, she immediately knew why George had fled the scene. Lockwood and Y/N sat on the couch, Lockwood holding open one of the many gossip magazines that were strewn all over the library and living room. Y/N was peering over his shoulder as they read an article together, giggling at something that Lockwood had pointed out on the page. Lucy bit back a smile. No wonder George was in such a sour mood.

“Lucy! You’re back!” LISA turned away from the magazine and Lockwood, smiling at her. “Have you seen George?” Lucy pointed back over her shoulder. “He’s sitting in the kitchen. He’s not in a very good mood though, I’m afraid.” LISA’s face fell. “Why?” Lucy shrugged. “No idea. Why don’t you go and ask him?” The girl immediately jumped up and pushed past her.

Lucy padded over to the couch and flopped down next to Lockwood. “You know you’re driving George crazy with that, right?” Lockwood feigned innocence. “With what?” Lucy gestured wildly. “This whole spiel. ‘Y/N, do you wanna read with me?’” She did a very exaggerated Lockwood imitation. “I do not sound like that”, Lockwood said indignantly. But he couldn’t hold back his smile very long. “It’s working though, isn’t it?” “If by working you mean George being in a horrible mood, then yes.” Lockwood shrugged, opening the magazine back up. “He could have her next to him. All he has to do is say something.”

It didn’t take long for Y/N to return. She didn’t come back in though and remained in the doorway. “I’m going to sleep”, she said, giving them a short little wave. “Did you talk to George?”, Lucy asked, surprised to see her again so quickly. She had expected her friend to stay in the kitchen and talk with George for the next few hours, as the two of them so often did. Y/N suddenly looked like a kicked puppy. “He didn’t want to talk to me”, she said quietly. “Made that very clear.” Lucy looked over to Lockwood, who grimaced. “Alright, I’ll join you soon”, Lucy replied. Y/N gave her a short nod and left.

Lucy waited for the sound of her footsteps on the stairs before she turned to Lockwood. “You took it too far”, she said quietly. Lockwood dropped his magazine, raising his hands defensively. “I didn’t do anything. It’s not like we were making out or anything.” Lucy rolled her eyes and got up. “Where are you going?” “Damage Control”, she said curtly.

In the kitchen, George was still sitting in the same spot. Lucy pulled out a chair and sat down. “What did you say to her?” George seemed slightly surprised at her direct question. “Nothing”, he finally said, looking down on his hands. “Well, Y/N looked like she was about to cry, so it was probably not ‘nothing’.” George winced at Lucy’s sharp tone. “I didn’t want to take away from her quality time with Lockwood.” The last part he practically spit out. Lucy leaned back, crossing her arms over her chest. “You’re jealous, aren’t you?” George looked at her incredulously. “I’m not jealous”, he said quickly. “What would I even be jealous of?”

“That it’s Lockwood who gets to be close to her and not you.”

Lucy watched with amusement as his cheeks reddened and he silently opened and closed his mouth, not finding the words to dispute her claims. It wasn’t often she got to see George like this - flustered and scrambling for words. “That’s not true”, he finally said weakly. “It is, and we both know it. I suggest you think about how you can make it up to her.” Lucy stood back up. Before she closed the door behind her, she turned around again. “Or else Lockwood might be the one to swoop in and comfort her.” She didn’t wait for George’s reaction and instead made her way up the stairs. She knew that last comment was unnecessary and cruel, but maybe that was just what George needed.

In their room in the attic, Y/N was sprawled out on their shared bed, staring at the ceiling. She did not move as Lucy sat down on the edge of the bed. “Are you okay?”, she asked after a moment of silence. Y/N let out a long drawn-out sigh. “I think he hates me”, she said quietly, but the hurt in her voice was loud and clear. Lucy grabbed her hand. It pained her to see her best friend like this. “He doesn’t. He could never.” Y/N turned her head to look at her, tears shimmering in her eyes. “He wouldn’t even speak to me, Lucy. I’m nothing to him.” Lucy squeezed her hand, silently cursing George. “Y/N, you are everything to him. I promise you.” The silence that followed hung heavy in the air. “I feel so stupid for thinking that one day we might be something more than friends.” Y/N paused, avoiding looking at Lucy. “Sometimes I’m not even sure if we are friends at all.”

Lucy had to hold back a scoff. It felt surreal sitting here and hearing Y/N talk like this when on the other side there was George who was so obviously, painfully head over heels for her. “Yeah, I’m not sure if friends is the right word for what you are”, she finally said. “What do you mean?” “Friends don’t look at each other the way you two do”, Lucy simply said. Y/N hid her face in one of the pillows. “You’ve said that so many times. I just can’t believe it”, she mumbled into the fabric. Just at that moment, a knock sounded at the door. “Come in!” Lucy called before Y/N could protest. The door creaked open and George hesitantly stepped into the room. “Well, time to find out”, Lucy said and got up. “That is your chance. Don’t fuck it up”, she said quietly as she walked past George, pushing him towards the bed and Y/N.

George had his hands buried in the pockets of his jeans and winced as the sound of Lucy closing the door echoed through the room. Not daring to look at Y/N he slowly made his way over to the bed. He wasn’t sure if sitting down would be overstepping a boundary, so he stood awkwardly, looking anywhere except at the girl in the bed in front of him. “You can sit down.” He hated how small her voice sounded but did what she said and sat down at the very edge of the mattress.

When the silence became unbearable, he finally spoke up. “I’m sorry. For earlier. I shouldn’t have ignored you like that.” He forced himself to look at her, and his chest tightened at the sadness in her eyes. “It’s okay”, she replied but he shook his head. “It’s not. It was absolutely uncalled for. You did nothing wrong, I was just… on edge.” A pause.

“Why?”

George’s throat felt dry, and he nervously clasped his hands together in his lap. “I – It’s hard to explain, I –“ The words died in his throat as he felt her warm hand coming to rest on his. He looked down and then at her, and suddenly he knew that he just had to say what he was feeling. The inevitable rejection be damned, he couldn’t keep it to himself any longer.

“I hate seeing you with Lockwood”, he blurted out. “I get so jealous.” Immediately, he wished he could take his words back. What was he thinking? But much to his surprise, Y/N didn’t pull her hand away. She also didn’t laugh at him. Instead, she sat up. “Jealous?”, she asked softly, and his stomach dropped with the way she looked at him. He hated when that happened – one look from her and he forgot every word he ever knew. “I –“ His voice gave out, his heart now beating out of his chest. This was going terribly. “Yes, George?” Y/N looked at him with big eyes, and it was then he noticed how much closer she had gotten to him. It wouldn’t take much to just reach out and -

Looking back at that moment, he didn’t know who it was that initiated the kiss, he just knew that from one second to the other, his lips were on hers. His mind went blank, and for a short while his entire world was only her, her soft lips, the little noise she made as his hand found the back of her head without even thinking about it. She pulled away from him slightly, and he had to stop himself from leaning forward to chase her lips for another kiss. “Wow”, he breathed out. She didn’t say anything, instead leaning forward to close the gap between them again.

#george karim #george karim x reader #lockwood and co #lockwood & co x reader #lockwood and co x reader #advent calender blurbs

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haru-natsuka · 2 months

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The Unending Daze Part 4 (Malleus Draconia x Wife Reader x Ace Trappola)

Chapter start from below trailer*

>> Trailer <<

"My darling wife, the joy you have brought me throughout the years is without compare. Our children are fortunate to have been gifted with such a loving and caring mother as you,"

Malleus spoke with affection, his voice like honeyed words that melted the hearts of everyone that heard it. He leaned down to kiss your forehead, his warm breath brushing against your skin.

But just as you were getting used to this blissful scene, your old friend, Ace arrived in an unexpected turn of events. He claimed that he was your husband, which left you perplexed and bewildered.

"Wait a minute, that's not right! I'm your real husband! He's just trying to manipulate you with a dream. Wake up, now! Our children need you! I need you, Y/N!"

You were unsure how to proceed, caught in the middle of a confusing situation. In this situation, you feel conflicted and uncertain about whether your old friend or your darling husband had spoken the truth

>> PART 4 <<

Your fingers delicately traced the image of Ace and the two young boys, gently touching their features as if in remembrance. Soft tears began to fall, and you found that you were unable to contain your emotions.

Your shoulders trembled as you tried to hold back the tears that wanted to pour forth from your eyes. You did your best to conceal the sound of your sorrow, not wanting your husband to hear the sorrowful sounds of your heartbroken weeping.

You know that it was unwise to cry so powerfully over Ace, yet your heart was filled with profound grief and sadness. Only one individual might be able to provide an answer to your lingering heartbreak. Your husband, Malleus Draconia.

You had just started to shed some soft tears when the door behind you was opened and your husband's footsteps were heard approaching. This prompted you to gather up your courage and face him head on. You were determined to confront him and seek the truth, despite the fact that it would undoubtedly be a painful conversation.

"Dear, please tell me the truth about Ace" You remained silent for a short while, expecting some kind of response or explanation from Malleus. However, nothing was offered in turn, and you were left in a state of confusion.

"I'm missing you calling me that, Y/N" This was not Malleus deep voice. This voice was slightly softer tone, with a hint of tenderness and affection underlying the usual arrogance and attitude. You turned around and were stunned to see Ace standing before you.

"A-Ace?" You were absolutely speechless, watching as he walked towards you, the wound on his head already gone and embraced you with a tender but intense hug. He pulled you close into his arms, holding you as though he never wanted to release you again.

You were stunned by Ace's sudden presence, yet you were drawn to him. You were completely absorbed in his warm embrace, feeling a deep sense of comfort and solace as you unconsciously snuggled closer.

"I will tell you about myself, Y/N," he said, taking a deep breath to collect himself, "about us and-" He took the pendant in your hand, gently turning it over between his fingers,"-and our boys. This was when they were young. Now they are already attending NRC like we did before" he continued, his mood lightening as the memory brought a smile to his face.

Your head throbbed, a pain that felt almost like a distant memory trying to force its way upwards to the surface of your consciousness. You felt as if something was being blocked from your memory, as if a force was preventing something very important from emerging to the top of your conscious thoughts.

"Ace, It's hurt"

"Please Y/N, endure it for a while." He placed his hands over your eyes. Instantly, your vision was overtaken by a dark purple fog, with various images beginning to emerge amongst the haze.

The fog was reminiscent of the strange, vague memories that had been haunting you throughout the day, and as you stared at the images being shown to you, you felt another intense jolt of pain in your head.

"I will make you happy for the rest of our lives. If you marry me, there's no doubt that everyday will be filled with fun. Since we'll always be together, there may be times that we'll get into arguments but..." He paused briefly, considering his words carefully.

"-When that time comes I'll make sure to be the one to apologise. When you're sad or in pain, I'll be there for you, and I will always make you smile. I'm worthy man for a pretty woman like you. That's why don't look for anyone else and please marry me!"

"I feel like I want to throw up. Ace, are saying this as a prank? Show me where you hide your proposal cheat sheet!"

"Ahhh, jeez! I-I already told you... I'm being very serious alright! I even get roses for you. I've already hide my proposal cheat sheet somewhere very safe, where you'll never find it"

Yes, you never had any recall of the moment Malleus proposed to you like this... Another scene filled your vision as you continued to stare into the fog.

"Ace, why are you staring at me like that. Go now. You are late for your work"

"Do I need to tell you what I want, Y/N?" He sounded mad for a while but quickly, his ears became red as he averted his gaze from you. "Y-you forget... My-my morning k-kiss"

"You're late so no kiss today." You teased, bringing a playful smile onto your face. Ace grunted slightly in disapproval.

"How long for a kiss would be?!" You giggle finding his pouting face and shy reaction to be adorable. You couldn't help but tease him more, feeling a sense of mischievousness growing inside you.

Another memory emerged again...

"Are you crying, Ace?"

"Me? This is not tears. You're the one who cried" he insisted, wiping your tears away before placing his forehead on yours., minding the small baby in your arms.

"Thank you for accepting me and creating a family with me, Y/N. I rarely say this so hear well. I love you, Y/N"

As you came back to reality, you instantly knew who was your husband. Not Ace. Not in this world. You knew Malleus too well. This time you chose not to run but to fall deeper into the unending daze...

PART 3 <<, >> PART 5 [END]

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j0eyj0rdis0n · 7 months

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HEYYYYY i just wanted to say i love ur work <3 and secondly

i wanted to ask if you’ve seen the a24 movie pearl (2022)? cuz like i had a creepypasta request idea based of a pearl scene😭 it’s where toby gives fem-reader like stockholm syndrome and she becomes really clingy to him. And so one day he tells her that he’s gonna be right back and reader starts overthinking and assuming that he’s leaving her forever. AND THENNN she says the infamous pearl lines “NO! WHY ARE YOU LEAVING ME IF I DIDNT DO ANYTHING WRONG! I DONT UNDERSTAND I THOUGHT YOU LIKED ME!!!!”.

then they have a huge fight to which it turns into reader trying to hurt toby and toby just calming her down in anyway tehe :3

Hey love! I unfortunately haven't seen the movie as I'm not really one for movies at all, but I've certainly seen this clip circling on TikTok. It was super intriguing and it made me want to see it but I just haven't had the chance. For not seeing the movie I hope that this is at least somewhat accurate! Thank you for the ask!

Also I have some works ready for Kinktober! I only picked some of the prompts, I’ll start on day 6 so get ready!!

WHY ARE YOU LEAVING ME?! - "TICCI" TOBY

"Y/N I'll be back s-soon. Ma-asky has been in a s-shit mood 'bout this mission." Toby grumbled as he tied his boots.

"What..?" You looked up at him quickly from the dishes you were washing. "Why are you leaving me...?"

"Y/N, it's j-just for a m-mission." He sighed, realizing that this would be coming the longer he kept you here with him alone. "P-promise it won't be long."

The look of confusion and hurt on your face was evident. He hated it when you got upset like this. How was he supposed to explain any further that it was only a short mission? He felt like he couldn't ever explain anything to you. It was starting to get rather irritating too.

"You don't want to stay with me?" You questioned, your tone slowly growing angry. Your hands letting a plate clatter to the counter.

"Don't st-start with that. I told you! A sh-short mission!" His tone began to match yours, with a rough twang of anger. He tied his boots up with white knuckles before standing up and glaring at you.

"Don't leave me!!" You screamed, not bothering to wipe your wet hands off as you grabbed his wrist. "Why don't you love me?! I haven't done anything wrong!! Why do you keep leaving?!" Your voice grew hoarse as you screamed louder, practically begging for him to stay. "Toby please! Please don't leave!" You tried to pull his hand from the doorknob with tears streaming down your face.

"L-let go Y/N! I have t-to go!" He shouted back, ripping his arm from your grasp and throwing the door open.

"NO! NO! DON'T LEAVE ME!" You cried, watching him walk out in a huff.

You ran after him, kicking up dirt with each long stride. You grabbed onto his shirt, trying to drag him back inside. "Please Toby! Please I need you!"

He shrugged off your advances, continuing down the dirt road. If he wanted you for himself so badly then why was he leaving?! They had more than enough manpower to get missions done without him. You could barely survive without him! How dare he leave you like this! His pace didn't stop you from continuing your chase. Picking up a hatchet leaning against the picket fence you ran with rage in your eyes and anger in your heart.

"You're not leaving!!" You shouted, bringing the hatchet above your head, ready to swing at him.

He turned quickly, dodging your swing and wrestling the hatchet out of your small hands. "What on e-earth do you think y-you're doing?!" He shouted, throwing the hatchet far into the dirt as he got up in your face. "You're going to k-k-kill me for trying ta' leave? What the f-fuck is your problem!?" He took a moment to pause, staring you down with a look that could probably kill. "Get the f-fuck inside. Now."

When you didn't respond to his words, he grabbed your wrist with enough force to shatter it completely, dragging you towards the house. He threw you on the couch, pointing an accusing finger at you as he continued his yelling spree.

"I do all this for y-y-you! Be fuckin' grateful!"

It was only when he saw tears spring to your eyes that he went quiet. Yes he was upset you were making such a big deal out of one short mission, but he wasn't upset enough to make you cry from yelling at you. He let out a defeated sigh, taking a seat next to you on the old couch.

"S-sorry... I shouldn't have y-yelled... You gotta k-know missions aren't optional... I really gotta go Y/N..."

You sat defeated, tears streaming down your face. You hated it when he left, and no amount of reassurance made you feel better. Every time he left, you felt a piece of your heart break.

All you could do was nod, letting him stand without protest. Toby gave you a gentle kiss on the forehead before heading out the door once more.

#creepypasta #creepypasta headcannons #creepypasta requests #creepypasta hcs #ticci toby headcanons #ticci toby x reader #ticci toby creepypasta #ticci toby #toby rodgers #anon ask #asks open

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baron-bear · 5 months

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Trying to get more faux-gadyn since eggdog has been hating real guys. Very much a WIP but still getting decent results.

Can't just add 'roegadyn' as it isn't a real term, so had to try to build one from the ground up walking on a beach near Close-Enough-Del-Sol:

Starting giving a bit of a belly:

Some au'ra and a lil elezen snuck into this one somehow:

Made em larger:

Finally took a prompt I had before and slapped 'FF14 screenshot' at the end (more CGI than ff14, not plasticy enough lmao):

---------------------- As I was making this post (and I'm too lazy to restructure the whole thing) I moved the 'FF14 screenshot' from the last argument to the first argument:

A bit closer to that plasticy feel, but still a bit too colorful. It's an ongoing process that I'm still exploring. I captured it with some earlier prompts, but those were on my phone + with designer, it doesn't keep a record (that I could find) and those prompts are lost to time.

Of course you can change 'FF14 screenshot' to 'photo' to get fleshmen if eggdog is in a good mood:

FF14 screenshot. one man (bulky, wide, thick arms and legs, masculine, very hairy, tan, large pregnant looking belly, square face, short beard, dark faux hawk with red tips, shorts, flip flops, NOT shirt, stern looking, slight smile), setting is a shoreline(calm ocean, palm trees, sandy beach, distant pier), walking looking out to sea sipping drink.

Customize to taste as usual.

(also trying out a new prompting style and a possible negative prompt with 'NOT shirt', but I did make the scene a beach so it might be a false positive).

#fat ai men

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lindszeppelin · 2 years

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Hot, Sweet, and Sticky

Pairing: Austin Butler x Fem!Reader

Prompt: You're in the kitchen baking some desert, and Austin takes this as the perfect opportunity to show just how much he appreciates you

Rating: Mature. 18+

Warnings: housewife kink, oral (f. receiving), p in v sex, playing with food during sex, swearing, a bit of fluff of course, creampie, light choking

Word Count: 5.8k

a/n: not much needs to be said aside from this needed to be written, and i volunteered as tribute to do it. :) (this was KINDA inspired by Cherry Pie by the band Warrant.)

Okay, this sounds easy enough. Bake at 400 for 45 minutes. Then leave to cool for 1 hour before serving. What's so hard about that?

Baking a pie seemed a little advantageous of you, especially since your culinary skills still require you to use meticulously detailed recipes to follow along with, but you were in the mood to try something new. It never scared you to back away from a good challenge.

Austin has been working so hard lately, and being the new starlet that everyone wants to get a piece of has left his energy reserves depleted. He doesn't mind saying hello to excited fans, and doing interviews on national television when required, but he'd much rather spend a quiet evening in with his girl where he doesn't have to be "on" for the public.

Seeing as it was raining cats and dogs outside, you figured what a better way to spend the afternoon than by surprising your man by making him something special. To get yourself in the mood you put on some of your favorite music. As you pull out all the necessary ingredients for this cherry pie you're attempting to bake, you let your hips swing side to side to the beat.

The butterflies in your stomach are trying to flee, but you don't allow them to overpower you. While you've never attempted to bake an entirely homemade pie before, you're confident in your skills. Once you've acquired all of the essentials and gathered them up in a haphazard pile on the granite island in the middle of your kitchen, you know you're ready to start.

Wait, I forgot something!

You snap your fingers at the realization that you aren't in the right attire to be baking. While you try to pretend that you're a culinary professional who doesn't messy up the counters and herself, you know that's not true. Knowing you, you'd probably spill cherry juice or get flour all over yourself in no time.

You scurry on over to the kitchen sink and bend forward to open the cabinets down below, pulling out a neatly folded red and white checkered apron. It was something that Austin had bought for you a long time ago when you first moved in with him. He's seen you in all your glory plenty of times before, flinging bits of food everywhere as you excitedly get into the groove of cooking. He decided it would be a practical gift. But also, it would give him an eyeful seeing you wear this, as it barely could pass as a proper apron.

It was so short it didn't even cover your front much at all. It had a cute ruffled edge along the bottom, and it had straps that hung off your shoulders. He definitely knew all too well what he was doing when he bought this little number. It revealed all the right bits of you but still kept enough to the imagination.

It was bound to look like a murder scene in the kitchen today, what with having cherries involved, so you unfolded the apron and threw it over your two piece lounge set. You certainly didn't want to dirty it, as it was yours and Austin's favorite - which was a simple white outfit with an off the shoulder crop top and matching white sleep shorts that barely covered anything. With the vintage apron now wrapped around you and tied at the back in a secure bow, you looked like something out of a 1950s pinup magazine. And you felt confident as hell in it.

One final step you always do when cooking or baking is tying up your hair in a messy bun. You decide to let your bangs softly cascade over your face, and you put your glasses on so you can read the recipe. Now that those formalities were out of the way, it was finally time to start making this damn pie before you chicken out.

You weren't keeping track of time so you weren't sure how long you'd been working on bringing this culinary masterpiece together. But you were already finished with the main star of this baking endeavor. The macerated cherries and sugar mixture were cooling in a bowl next to the pre-greased baking pan. The hardest part is still to come, making the lattice crust for the top.

The dough was on the floured granite countertop, and you were kneading away without a care. Rolling out dough was never your favorite part, you'd rather Austin do this so you can see him work his strong arms as his biceps flex with every flick of his wrists. You get so hot under the collar seeing him use his brute strength. Even something like opening a pesky pickle jar with little effort was a turn on.

You discarded your glasses beside you, not needing them for this part of the baking process. You were fully getting lost in the music playing loudly over the speakers as you begin rolling out the dough in time to the beat. Your hips naturally start to sway to and fro once more. You probably knew that you looked ridiculous right now, putting on an amusing show as you start to sing under your breath as you use the rolling pin on the pie crust.

What you didn't know was that Austin was watching your every move, but he didn't want to make his presence known just yet. He was wholeheartedly enjoying you prance around in your little outfit, with your hair up, and rolling your hips to the music like his own personal cabaret dancer.

His bottom lip was sucked into his mouth, and he let out a muffled whimper as he just stood there off to the side, getting all the more flustered. An internal battle was raging in his mind. Should he leave you to it? Or should he interrupt and have his way with you? Both options seemed tempting, as he was more than happy to observe like a snake in the grass. But his growing erection in his pants threw gasoline on the already burning fire within him. The choice was already made.

He decides to go on the prowl. Before you even know what's happening you feel Austin's arms wrap around your waist from behind, pulling you flush against his chest. You gasp, but you soon melt against Austin as he plants innocent kisses along the column of your neck, tickling you with the little bit of 5 o'clock shadow he's sporting.

"What's going on here, baby? You baking something good?" He purrs against you, the low timbre of his voice sending a chill down your spine and an ache down below. He's fanning the flames.

You sigh, getting lost in his kisses. His intrusion was welcomed. "Yes, i'm trying to make a cherry pie for you. I'm crossing my fingers it turns out well."

"A pie all for me? I feel so spoiled." Austin giggles against your neck.

"Well, why not? You've been so stressed lately. I wanted to do something nice for you." As Austin continues to ravage your neck, you attempt to get back into rolling out the dough.

"You always do nice things for me. I don't know what the hell I did to deserve you." He said in a hushed tone, enjoying the warmth of your curves pressed in all the right places against his body. His cock was getting harder by the second.

"Oh stop. I should be the one asking that, not you." You say over your shoulder. Austin could sometimes get into these modalities of believing that he's not worthy of all the good things in his life. While his brain might genuinely believe he's not deserving of your love, you both know that you're imperfectly perfect for each other.

"Hey, when you find another girl that bakes cherry pies for her man and looks as good as you while doing it then you let me know. Cause from my point of view, I'm only seeing one that fits the bill." He says enthusiastically, trying to emphasize his point.

"Shut up." You tease playfully.

"Nope, not shutting up. You got me acting all kinds of ways right now. Have you even seen yourself? You look so sexy in this apron, baby. My little housewife." He growled, his lips finding their way to where your jaw meets your ear. You chuckle when you feel his teeth nibbling teasingly on your earlobe.

"Housewife?" You kinda like the sound of that to be honest. It rolls off the tongue, and it sounds good when it's coming from Austin. You like it so much that you brush your ass back against his straining cock, which earns you a low moan from your man that reverberates in his chest.

"Oh yeah, you keep the place so nice and clean, tidying up after me when I'm too tired. You cook and bake the most scrumptious things for me. Granted, you make a horrible mess when you do, but even that's so hot. My messy girl." Austin rasps huskily. Your spurring him on so much right now and it's exhilarating to say the least. He can't help put rock his length against the curve of your ass. Breathy moans slip past his beautiful pouty lips.

A trail of wetness trickles down your thighs the more he's getting himself worked up into a tizzy. The pie has been long forgotten at this point. All you care about is how good Austin is making you feel. And you want him, right now. "Well damn, I'll wear this apron more often if it gets you this excited." You toss the rolling pin to the side and throw one of your hands behind you, cradling his head and tousling up his hair.

"Honey, you know I have a thing for vintage pinup. This right here gets my motor running." He pants hot and heavy against your ear.

Austin's grip on your waist tightens, and you gasp when he rolls his hips against your ass ardently, yearning for more friction. You moan at the delicious outline of his jean-clad cock nuzzling into your supple flesh.

"You feel that? That's what you do to me." He moans.

You bite your lip and just savor in everything Austin is giving to you in this moment. He has such an authoritative power over you where you can fall to pieces in his arms, aching for his cock in a second. He's aware of his power, and he wields it carefully.

"Austin, if you keep distracting me you won't have anything to eat for desert later." You whine in a halfhearted attempt to get back to the task at hand. You know full well that's not happening, but hey, at least you tried to act like you gave a damn.

He smirks wickedly. "That's not true, baby. I've already got desert right here. And in fact, I'm starving."

You yelp as Austin spins you around in his arms and picks you up by the backs of your thighs without a moment to lose. You instinctively jump into him, and wrap your legs around his svelte waist. He grunts as he places you down on the counter top and wastes no time in pressing his wanting lips against yours in a searing kiss filled with desperation. Your kisses turn heated, and fast. Tongues are fighting for dominance back and forth and your arousal spills out of your pussy, drenching your shorts that are holding on by a thread. You moan into his mouth and he swallows them, giving you his own erotic whines in return.

Austin pulls away from your mouth only for a moment, and leaves wet kisses down your jaw, your neck, and your decolletage. You throw your head back and whimper softly as you allow him more access to your skin begging for his attention.

His hands roam you body, making sure to give ample attention to palming your breasts through your shirt. His ears are filled with the sweet sounds of your insatiable moans that plays like the most beautiful music he's ever heard in his life. In an effort to get closer to him, you clutch onto the belt loops of his jeans in your hands and yank him forward, eliciting a gorgeous growl that make you shiver as you grind your heat along his shaft.

Austin's needy hands eventually make their way around to your back, letting his fingertips dance along the apron. He bites his lip before swallowing down his lust. "I don't know whether I want to leave this on or rip it off you." He says, toying with the bow of the apron, running his calloused fingers over the cotton. He lets the thought ruminate in his mind for a hot second before dropping the fabric from his reach. "Fuck it, the apron is staying on. I wanna see you wearing it as I take you. But first things first."

Unexpectedly, Austin peels himself away from your flushed body and gets down on his knees in front of you. The apron may be short, but you don't want it to obscure your vision. So you hold onto it with one of your hands, as the other braces itself back on the counter.

You feel Austin's hands snake from so much pent up desire as he slides your sleep shorts down and off your body. And he groans lustfully at the incredible vision of your bare pussy, glistening with your juices, inviting him in.

"Goddamn. No panties today? You're gonna be the death of me." He momentarily palms himself through his jeans, alleviating the strain against his throbbing cock that wants to spring free.

You bite your lip as you look into the eyes of your man before you. It's the hottest thing in the world seeing Austin on his knees, and he's always so eager to please his woman. Your heart thumps wildly in your chest, and you spread your legs wider, beckoning him towards where you needed him the most.

He flashes you a devilish grin. He intends to rock your world, and you're literally gripping the edge of your seat with anticipation for his next move. He loves keeping you on your toes. Austin takes your hips in his hands and scoots you further down the counter, closer to his face. He gets right up close and personal to your sopping wet pussy, but he places soft butterfly kisses to your inner thighs, peppering them with love.

Your breathing rapidly increases as he gets closer and closer to your sex. His warm breath against your sensitive skin gives you goosebumps, and you whine, unable to take this torment any longer.

He flicks his baby blues up at you, which shine radiant as ever, with a twinkle of mischief behind his eyes, as he keeps you directly in his line of sight. Seeing you unfurl before him is what keeps the embers growing higher inside that tightly wound coil in his stomach. While teasing is one of his talents, he can't contain himself anymore. Finally he gives you what you want. He licks one long broad swipe through your sopping folds. And you practically cry out a the feel of his wet muscle nestled in your pussy.

Austin takes his time on you, even though he's mad with primal desire. He loves to savor you on his tongue, and make you a writhing mess on top of him. He sets a sensual pace of licking and swiping through your folds, collecting all of your heavenly nectar in his mouth and swallowing greedily. He moans against your pussy as he goes down on you, long and slow as if he's making out with you down below.

"Mmm. Fuck, you taste so good. I could eat your pussy all day, baby." He said between broad, sensual swipes of his tongue working miracles through your swollen lips. The more he laps you up the more you blossom open for him.

"Austin." You moan out. Your hips involuntarily move off the counter and thrust into his mouth, matching the leisure pace he's setting with his tongue. And he obliges by clinging onto your hips harder and spreading your legs further apart to get access to all of you at once. He continues his pace, unrelenting and slow burning. He has the most skillful mouth in all of existence. And you were the lucky girl to experience it firsthand.

Suddenly Austin sits back a little on his heels, pulling away from your pussy. But it's not for long. In a move that makes your head spin and your walls flutter, he spits directly onto your clit, getting it all covered with your juices and his own saliva thickly. You're practically dripping now onto the floor beneath you, but neither of you care. You see stars when Austin sets a target on your clit. He immediately goes to town swiping kitten licks up and down on your swollen bud.

"Oh yes! Like that." You mewl. You can't control yourself anymore, you release the apron you've been clutching onto and try to fold it as best you can so it's out of your way. Austin's sandy waves is where your hand finds residence as you push him further into your throbbing clit.

You can feel him smirk against you, knowing he's got you right where he wants you. You gush around his mouth, your juices dripping down his chin as he brings you bundle of nerves into his mouth and sucks while lapping you up against his tongue. You feel like collapsing back onto the counter, he's eating you out like a thirsty man in need of water. All the obscene slurping noises he's making with his mouth as he explores all of your folds with his tongue is bringing you close to the edge. And he knows you're close, those sexy high pitched moans you make as you furrow your brow and shake around him has him picking up his pace.

"Come on baby, give it to me." He groans, his baritone voice being muffled between your legs as you keep feeding him your slick. He sloppily drags his tongue all around and through your sweet cunt, and he hungrily devours your clit with such tenacity that you want to pass out from pure pleasure. His puffy red lips are getting swollen by the second. He wants to release his cock from his jeans and jerk himself off while his tongue is buried inside of you, but he knows you're close to coming and he keeps that urge at bay for now.

He growls ferociously against your pussy, the vibration adding to the orgasmic mix of his succulent lips and strong tongue. Austin is determined to make you come like this, and he's not letting up.

"I-I'm gonna..." You moan helplessly, but your warning does nothing to stop the impactful climax that makes your walls stutter. You moan his name one final time, and your wetness pours out of you and blankets his mouth, and Austin greedily suctions it all up into his mouth. You shake hard around him, but he grounds you with his domineering hands on your hips. His fingers will probably bruise your flesh, but it'll be a reminder of how eager your man is to eat you alive.

"That's my girl." Austin coos, praising you from down below as he licks you clean. Your body jolts back a little from sensitivity as Austin's tongue gently kisses and swipes up every last drop of your orgasm. "Better than any desert you could ever make me."

A blush creeps over your blissed out face as you watch him clean you up good. Honestly, Austin could make you come on his tongue again just like this, but he has other plans for you this afternoon.

Austin plants one tender kiss to your clit, making you whimper, before he stands back up. He looks dazed out of his mind with your juices smeared all over the lower half of his face. He takes the bottom of his sweater and lifts it up to his face, wiping away what's left of you. Austin's well defined abs that you love so much are exposed for your viewing pleasure.

Your allow your fingertips to dance along his stomach, and you can feel him suck in a breath beneath your hands at your gentle touch. Once he's done wiping his face he swiftly removes his top, throwing it across the kitchen. As he does that, your hands travel on their own accord lower to the waistband of his jeans. Your deft fingers pull back the button and unzip the fly. He helps do the rest as he hooks his thumbs unto his boxers and his jeans, pulling them down to his ankles in one swift motion. At long last, his throbbing cock springs free from the confines of his clothes. And you bask at the man before you, getting even wetter at the fact that his cock is all yours.

There's no time to step out of his pants completely, he leaves them around his ankles. And he doesn't want to remove your crop top or apron. Those stay on as per his request. He immediately takes his cock in his hand and grazes his red tip through your slippery folds. You both whine lustfully as your juices and his pre-cum sloshes together in a sinful mixture.

"Austin, please. Fuck me." You purr, sex dripping from your vocal chords. One of your hands cling to his broad shoulder for support, and the other one plays with the long golden tendrils at the nape of his neck.

He looks gorgeous as he bites his lip. "God, I love hearing you beg for my cock." He moans breathlessly. Austin brings you further down the edge of the countertop, one of his hands rests on the small of your back, and the other one is groping the flesh of your ass to hoist you up in his embrace.

As you patiently wait for Austin to make his move, your demure doe eyes peer into his. Those crystalline orbs you love so much have completely stormed over, his pupils dilated. He's about to lose his damn mind if he doesn't get his dick wet right this second.

Enough playing around. It's time to get down to brass tax. He drags the head of his thick cock down to your weeping entrance and shallowly thrusts inside until he bottoms out all the way. The groan that befell his lips and shrouded your senses made your pussy clench around his engorged member, coaxing him on even more.

He gives you a second for your walls to adjust to his girth, which doesn't take long because you're soaking wet. And you accommodate Austin's impressive cock so well. In no time the temporary sting of being stretched gives way to the immense pleasure.

Austin gets to work thrusting in and out of your slippery cunt with ease, still just as tight for him as the first time he made love to you.

"Aus!" You moan, throwing your head back in ecstasy.

"Oh shit, your pussy feels like Heaven." He groans. He holds onto you tight as he fucks you passionately. Your juices coat his cock, strings of slick stick to the both of you, making it easier for him to push deeper inside of you.

Your walls flutter around him so deliciously, he can't help but fuck you just a little bit faster. Using his shoulder for leverage as you hold onto him, you raise your hips off the counter and thrust your hips down onto his cock. Soon you're working together in a sweet rhythm as you pant and moan into each other's sweaty faces.

He looks so hot with his mouth hung open, filthy noises pouring out past his puffy lips. And his long hair hangs low in his face as you bounce harder on his cock. The tendrils obscure his pretty eyes, but it makes your walls stroke his engorged length even harder.

You're so lost in the throws of passion that you barely notice Austin reach behind you to a cold bowl of whipped cream you have sitting out for the cherry pie. Austin cheekily dips two fingers into the cream and taps his fingertips against your bottom lip as you're in the middle of letting out a carnal moan. Your eyes spring open suddenly as you feel the cold cream start to seep past your lips.

"Suck." Was all Austin said. Your pussy gushed around him, being turned on by the command. And god do you ever love this man's fingers so much, how can you seriously say no to this? And he uses that knowledge of your yearning for his fingers all the time to his advantage.

You let your tongue lap underneath his two fingers, bringing them into your mouth expertly. Austin watches intently as you whine around his digits, sucking and swirling your tongue around his fingers as you draw them deeper into your mouth, lavishing them as if it was his cock in your mouth.

Austin let's out a long, guttural groan from his throat as he watches his fingers disappear into your mouth as you swallowed all of the whipped cream obediently. As quickly as you brought his sexy fingers into your mouth he pulled them out, and went to wrap his entire hand around the front of your throat, applying just the right amount of pressure.

"My best girl. You greedily take everything I give you, don't you? My perfect housewife is so well disciplined." He grits through his clenched jaw as he slams his cock in and out of your aching pussy.

A little lightbulb flickered through your mind in this moment. Why should he have all the fun playing with his food? While Austin is brushing his swollen cock perfectly against your g-spot, making you gush and shiver around him, you set your plan into motion.

He watches you with a quizzical brow as you too dip your fingers into the bowl of whipped cream. Once you've scooped enough of the sticky confection onto your fingertips, you squeal playfully as you smear the cream over Austin's cheek. Some of it falls into his neck in the process by accident.

To your surprise, this doesn't deter Austin at all. In fact, you can feel his cock pumping harder and deeper into your juicy pussy. He's actually enjoying this. The dominant act he was putting on for you slowly faded away, leaving him laughing sweetly at your antics.

He smiles wide. "How dare you! I'm kinda in the middle of fucking your brains out here." He chuckled breathlessly. His pace never relenting, he's still managing to plunge his cock so good into you.

You lean into him. "Don't worry honey, I always clean up my messes. That's what good housewives do right?" You purred sexily. His eyes widen in trepidation and arousal at your words. And he nearly dropped you out of his grasp when he felt your soft tongue scandalously lick his face, getting every remnant of cream into your mouth.

He moans, and the hand around your throat drops to your voluptuous ass as he swats you a couple of times. His cock throbs strong and proud as he strokes your sweet spot over and over again. You tightened your grip on his shoulder, and you further threaded your fingers deep into his silky golden strands. You were practically levitating off of the table at this point, he held you firm against his hard body.

Your pussy enveloped every amazing inch of him as he thrusted his cock as far as he could feasibly get, before pulling out almost all the way. You whined at the loss of him with just the tip clinging on for dear life. But you both shuddered, groaning wildly to each other when he slammed you down swiftly on his cock. He was balls deep inside and unrelenting.

"You're so fucking hot, baby. I swear to God I'm gonna come any second." He bellows, he shivers violently as your sweet tongue gets back to work lapping up all of the cream off his face, and you pepper kisses down the bulging veins in his neck.

His thrusts quickly turn sloppy. Your divine pussy is milking him for everything he's worth, drawing out his impending orgasm right along with you. And he desperately wants to give all of himself over to you.

"Aus, i'm so close." You moan. Your legs twitch around his waist, and you bounce down harder on his dick. The most erotic sounds were coming from your conjoined bodies. You didn't know how long you could last like this, but it wasn't a whole lot of time.

"I know. Come on my cock. Give me what's mine." He snarls like an animal in heat in your face. You lose it right then and there. When Austin talks dirty to you like that it's game over.

"Fuuuuck, Austin!" You groan one final time. You shake in his arms as you feel your orgasm rush over you, and ooze out around his cock and drip down your thighs and onto his legs. This new pool of wetness has Austin catapulting over the cliff, and you can feel him lose his resolve with every deep plunge of his cock. Your walls coaxing him to come, and your sexy moans, was the thing that did him in.

"Y/N, fucking hell!" Austin hoarsely yelled. He stuttered inside of you, his cock swelling up and shooting out load after load of his hot come, completely drenching every inch of your walls.

You both shake and writhe together, coming down from the highs of your explosive orgasms. Poor Austin can no longer hold you up, the adrenaline leaving his body and rendering his arms slack. He gingerly places you back down on the counter before he actually does drop you for real.

You both simply stare at each other, eyes full of nothing but love and adoration. He presses his forehead against yours as he tries to catch his breath.

"My god that was somethin' else." He giggles.

"Mm. Yeah, that was amazing." You praise, your voice barely above a whisper as you try to find your way back down to Earth. "Oh hang on, I missed a spot on." You say curiously as you inspect Austin's perfectly sculped face in your hands. You didn't do the best job apparently of getting rid of all the whipped cream off of Austin's cheek. You take the ruffled edge of the apron from between your bodies and bring it up to his face, gently cleaning off the shiny sticky residue of the cream.

Austin hums as you dote on him. "You really are so goddamn perfect, y'know that?"

You blush. "No, you."

Austin rolls his eyes and smacks your ass lightly, making you jump. "You're incorrigible." He chuckles, bemused by your inability to take a compliment.

Your apron does it's job wiping Austin's face and neck. You do one final pass along his skin before you smile at your handiwork. Austin sighs contentedly when you place an affectionate kiss on his cheek. And he reciprocates by taking your chin in his palm, his fingers caressing your jaw, as he presses his pillowy lips tenderly onto yours.

Somehow you both forgot that Austin's cock is still stuffed full inside your pussy, the feel of him buried to the hilt was like home and you didn't want him to leave. Neither did he, but the alarm on the stove buzzed impossibly loud in your ears, alerting you that it was at the perfect temperature to put the pie inside.

Austin laughed, crinkling his nose cutely. "I would say sorry for getting in the way of making your cherry pie. But i'm not." He said jokingly.

You attempted to laugh but you whimpered as Austin withdrew himself from your used and abused pussy. His come leaked out of you and fell onto the floor by his feet. He took note of the mess on the ground and trailed his eyes hungrily over your exposed cunt oozing with his load. He licked his lips.

"Now that is the best looking pie I've ever seen. Goddamn." He threw you a sexy wink before making his way over to the sink to grab some paper towel to clean himself off.

You groaned at his joke. "Aus, I just knew you were gonna say something like that." You pinched the bridge of your nose with your fingers, laughing and cringing at the words that flew out of his mouth.

Once he was done with himself, he pulled his pants and boxers back on, zipping them up. He turned back around to you with a new towel and went to work on cleaning his come from your thighs. A simple but caring romantic gesture that made you swoon.

"I thought you love when I make jokes." He teased. After cleaning you up he threw the towels in the trash and lifted you down off of the counter and back on steady ground. You wobbled a little, grasping at his biceps as your legs regained life.

"Of course I do, you're actually really funny when you want to be." You quipped back in a sassy tone.

He feigned hurt by putting his hand over his heart. "Ouch. That one cut just a little too deep, baby."

You fluffed your long lashes at him as you tried to readjust your top and your apron. "Love you." You said, dripping with too much sugary sweetness.

But Austin was putty in your hands. "Love you more." He scanned the kitchen floors to where he discarded your sleep shorts and ran to grab them, handing them to you. "Figured you wanted these back." He grinned.

"Yes thank you, I don't wanna be standing here trying to make this pie with my vagina hanging out." You giggled.

Austin threw his head back and burst out into a hearty belly laugh. "Honestly, that sounds so sexy to me. I would not complain."

You slapped his arm. "Of course you wouldn't. But I seriously need to get a move on with this pie. I'm not even done rolling the dough out."

With your shorts back on and trying your best to look put together, as if you didn't just get brutally fucked on the counter, you turned your attention back to the half rolled out pie crust. You still had so much work ahead of you.

Austin shoves one of his hands into his jeans pocket while the other one drapes around your waist, he looks down at you like your his entire world. And you are. "Would you like some help?"

You avert your attention away from the mess on the counter and up into your man's sparkling diamond eyes. You smiled warmly and nodded. "Sure I'd love your help, thank you."

The two of you get to work posthaste on coming together as a team, creating the most sweet and juicy cherry pie you've both ever eaten. But while it's an outstanding desert, Austin much prefers the taste of you.

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Las hijas de Luna

Book: Open Heart

Pairing: Bryce Lahela (M!MC) x Luna Auclair (F!OC)

Rating: General. It’s a birth story. But there won’t be any graphic scenes.

Words: 5,000+

Summary: It’s time for Luna and Bryce to welcome their twins into the world. Will there be any complications? Or will the birth go without a hitch?

A/N: I just wanted to say thank you to the whole choices fandom. I couldn’t have come this far with my writing, my stories and my beloved characters, if I didn’t have such amazing and encouraging friends to cheer me on and support me. So thank you to anyone who’s given my writing, my stories and my characters a chance 💚

2 A/N: I’m by no means an expert with birth stories so please excuse any errors. I used my basic knowledge, friends knowledge and the internet to find out more about births but remember this is fiction, I was bit more freely with the details, but nothing too vivid or such pinky promise.

Side note: If you're curious how Luna and Bryce found out that they're expecting you can find out in my story "Cake by the Ocean"

I also included a playlist if you want to you can give it a listen here

2 Side note: I participated in the March Challenge @choicesmonthlychallenge and used the prompt plumeria flower. The plumeria flower symbolizes positivity & new beginnings 🥰 (I think it wasn't among the flowers that were mentioned, but since the story takes place in Hawaii I thought I'd use this beautiful flower).

Honolulu, Hawaii

March 30th

Luna

Bryce is about to head out on a camping trip with Keiki. They’re going to Waianae Mountain Range.

It usually took over an hour to get there. But the view was breathtaking and made up for the time it took you to get there.

I've been there with my family before. It’s marvelous. The fresh mountain air. The chirping birds, the rush of a nearby waterfall. And the light is perfect for painting. It’s truly a magnificent experience.

My cousin Skyler, Sky for short, didn’t like it so much, he got scared by spiders. Other than that it was pretty fun.

So when Keiki asked Bryce if he’d like to go? Bryce was excited to spend more time with his sister.

Because of his demanding job as a surgeon, he doesn’t get to spend as much time with his family as he would like to. Working odd hours, and being on call does that to your private life.

They’re going to spend the whole day together, going hiking, fishing and just sitting by the campfire. It was a beautiful idea, sans the camping. I’d rather go glamping, thank you very much. One time camping was enough. I grinned at the fond memory. I went camping with my family once and had to share a tent with Evie and Soraya.

It was great. It was like a sleepover. But I could’ve sworn I’ve seen a snake or two crawl outside and that kinda ruined the experience and sleeping on the cold hard floor wasn’t a picnic either.

I stood outside our house and watched as Bryce packed up the Jeep with their bags, tents, and some food my mom made for them earlier. I would’ve gone with them but I was told this could be straining for me since I’m due to give birth soon. With twins, you never know.

I’ve been having small contractions since this morning but I didn’t want to ruin Bryce’s trip with Keiki.

Gnawing on my lip I’m trying to decide if I should tell him, because if I do then he’ll cancel his trip and I don’t want to do that.

So I’ve been a bit worried all day.

Bryce looked up at me as if he felt my stare.

”Don‘t look so worried Lunes. We can go another weekend if you’re so worried. It’s close to your due date, Lu. I mean I know that twins usually arrive earlier than the expected due date.“

He looked slightly concerned and was torn if he should cancel the trip. His brown eyes were full of worry. The usual spark in his eyes was dimmed.

I walked towards him and tried to lighten the mood.

”I’m fine. See? Totally peachy!“ I smiled and did a little pirouette. Or tried to at least. It looked more awkward than what a pirouette should look like.

Bryce wasn’t convinced by my little performance.

We both heard some barking. That must be Knox, Adam‘s dog. Adam had a meeting with a potential client in Maui. He makes and builds his own furniture, and has his own company right here in Honolulu.

So when he asked us if we could look after Knox? We were more than happy to.

So both Maxi and Knox joined us in the house and are currently in our garden enjoying the sun and playing a round of catch.

I smiled and Bryce relaxed a little too. I hugged him, he pulled me closer, and I breathed in the fresh cotton scent and some cherry from his shower gel.

I looked up at him.

”If I should go into labour I’ve packed my bag just in case. Maxi and my mom are inside, my cousins and Meilani will be here shortly and I have your and Keiki's number on speed dial. It’s all good. Go have fun. We‘ll still be here when you come back.“

Bryce sighed and went to close the trunk of the Jeep. He walked over to me again.

”I hate leaving you here. Maybe I should just stay here. Yeah, that’s a good idea. Keiki will understand.“

I laughed as he tried to walk back into our house and I pushed him towards the car.

”Go and have fun B. I mean it. But don’t have too much fun without me.“

He took one last look at me and gave me a lingering kiss. One that made my toes curl. I smiled against his lips.

When he broke off the, he kissed me on the top of my head and got into the car.

I grinned at him and he smiled back, though the worry isn’t completely gone, it’s dimmed down a little. So I tried a reassuring smile.

”It’s going to be fine babe.“

”Alright Lunes. I’m sure things will work out.“

He nodded as if more to himself and grinned.

”Keiks let’s go. You can text your boyfriend in the car.“ He yell d towards the house and Keiki ran out the door with a blue metallic bag over her shoulder.

”Fyi he’s not my boyfriend. I was calling a guy who’s name I’m not telling you, so that you can win the betting pool.“

”Jesus.“ Bryce muttered, making me and Keiki laugh out loud.

She hugged me, smelling like peaches.

”Bye Looney.“

I grinned at them.

”Have fun guys. Love you.“

Bryce honked once and they were off, the headlights getting smaller.

My mom, Maxi, and Knox Adam’s dog were keeping me company. My mom said she’d spend the day with me until Bryce got back.

I walked inside our house once Bryce and Keiki were on their way.

As I closed the front door, a sudden pain made me clutch my stomach. I let out a slow breath. Okay, this was definitely a stronger contraction.

Maxi walked towards me, Knox in tow. She grinned but then took one look at me and rushed towards me.

”What’s wrong sugarplum?“

She guided me gently to the couch.

”I don’t know. It felt like a contraction. But that’s not possible. I'm not due yet.“

Once I sat down the pain was almost gone. I sighed in relief. Maybe it was because I overexerted myself today?

Meinlani said that could happen. I lifted my legs and laid down on the couch. Damn, this felt good. I sighed in relief.

Knox puts his head on my knee and I pet him behind his ears. Which makes him lick my hand. He’s a sweet dog.

My mom came over. She took one glance at me and a worried look entered her blue-green eyes.

”You okay baby?“

I nodded. Eyes closed. And I am. The pain was gone. At least for now. Maybe it was just a false alarm, and the small contractions I’ve been having since this morning were just preparation? I hoped that’s true.

”Why don’t I make you some chamomile tea? Hmm?“ She put a strand of my dark blonde hair behind my ear. I sighed in bliss.

”Two sugars?“

She kissed me on my forehead.

”You got it, baby.“

The next couple of hours were pretty uneventful. We chatted and watched Bridgerton. But I just couldn’t concentrate. I love that show. But I had a bad feeling.

Earlier I tried to reach Bryce to check in if they got there okay, but the call didn’t go through. Maybe they had bad cell signal? Of all days for the cell service not to work? Seriously screw you cell towers.

I was almost fast asleep, Knox by my side when the doorbell rang. I opened my sleepy eyes as Maxi got up and pinpointed me with a look.

”Don’t you dare get up. I’ve got it.“

I laughed and stayed on the couch.

”Who missed us?“

I turned my head and saw my cousins Evie and Soraya walk in. Followed by our friend and my OB/gyn Meilani, and Soraya‘s wife.

They all leaned down and hugged me.

”Good to see you’re following my orders to rest.“

”I’m a good student.“ I grinned.

Maxi snorted.

”That’s not true. You were up and about almost all day.“

”Luna!“

”Ohh. Someone’s getting a lecture.“ Evie said from across the room.

My mom let out a laugh.

Meilani was holding back a smile I can tell.

”Well you’re resting now, which I’m counting as a win.“ Meilani said and sat in the other armchair next to Meilani. Soon we were all laughing.

My mom's phone rang on the counter.

”Hey love.“

I could tell from the tone of her voice that it was my dad. She only talked like this when my dad was near.

”No, I haven’t heard anything about thunderstorm warnings. I’m with loon-moon, you know since Bryce went on that trip with Keiki.“

She listened some more and she was darting concerned looks at the phone.

”Yeah I agree. We’ll stay inside, don't worry. Love you too.“

My ears perked up at the words ”thunderstorm warnings“ and I sat up with Meilani's help.

My mom disconnected the call and we all looked at her.

I stared at my mom expectantly.

”Brian called and told me there were severe thunderstorm warnings issued. They’re urging everyone who doesn’t need to be outside to stay at home. I hope Bryce and Keiki will be okay. Looney, have you tried reaching him?“

I nodded.

”My calls and texts didn’t go through. What if he gets hurt? And they can’t reach anyone? Oh god.“

I tried not to cry but it was no use. I was full-on crying because I was worried about Bryce. Maxi reached me and hugged me.

”Hey come on don’t worry. Bryce is a tough guy, and he’s pretty resourceful. But don’t tell him I told you that. He'll tease me until eternity. So try to think positive. He’ll be okay.“

She kissed my temple and I tried to relax, but a shrivel of worry stayed where it was.

I nodded, got up and slowly walked to the bathroom. After drinking that chamomile tea I had to pee all the damn time.

It was good thinking that Bryce and I had installed another bathroom downstairs. To be honest I couldn’t walk upstairs right now just to use the bathroom.

As I opened the door I felt a wetness dribble down my feet. I stood frozen to the ground. Not moving an inch.

I was scared that if I moved I’d make it worse. I know that‘s technically not possible. But I’m scared. And a slight panic settled in the depths of my stomach.

Oh no. Not now. Please, not now. It’s too early.

I tried using the breathing techniques I used when I have an anxiety attack. Maybe that would calm me down a little.

Is the water supposed to break? I thought that was just a thing from movies and TV shows. But apparently, it’s a thing.

I must’ve made a tiny sound because I heard some tiny little footsteps clacking on the wooden floorboards.

Knox must’ve heard me. He stood there and watched me. When I didn’t say anything, he barked and I put my hand through his soft golden fur.

”It’s okay. No need to worry right? Women have given birth before, right?“ Even I could hear the panic in my voice.

”Lunes? Do you need help to sit down on the toilet?“ I heard the others snicker.

But I was not in the mood for jokes.

”My water just broke.“

They stopped laughing and I could hear them coming closer.

Meilani was the first one followed by my mom, Maxi, Soraya, and Evie.

Meilani shot me a reassuring smile.

”Okay no need to worry. Why don’t you go and wash up? We’ll grab your packed bag and drive you to the hospital?“

I nodded and Maxi was by my side and coached me through my breathing.

”Deep breaths sugarplum. Come on. In and out.“

She instructed me and I repeated it a couple of times before I was able to breathe normally again.

”I’ll go wash up.“ I said.

”I’ll bring you a change of clothes.“ Maxie said and went upstairs.

Evie and Soraya stood there unsure what to do, so I turned to them.

”Can you guys try Bryce’s phone again? I’d feel better knowing that he and Keiki are okay.“

Evie nodded and Soraya went outside to see if Meilani needed any help.

”I couldn’t reach him before. But I’ll keep calling him.“ Evie said.

I went inside the bathroom to wash up. Hoping we’ll make it to the hospital in time. Hopefully, the streets will be cleared despite all the storm warnings.

When I went outside I saw Soraya rushing in. A concerned look on her face.

”We’ll have a problem getting to the hospital. As I was turning on the engine, I noticed that the car was stuck. It hasn’t stopped raining, so the trails are too muddy from the rain.“

I sighed and when a contraction rolled around I tried breathing through it. But I couldn’t help the whimper that escaped.

”I was afraid of that. The calls to the hospital didn’t go through either. I tried calling my head nurse Valerie. But I can’t reach anyone.“

She looked around trying to reassess the situation.

”Okay we’ve got this no problem.“

”What do you need?“ My mom sprinted into action.

Meilani looked around.

”We need to make a make-shift birthing room. The contractions are pretty early on, so it could take hours before Luna is ready to push. She has to be fully dilated. Again that could take hours, and maybe the streets will be cleared up by then. We also don’t have any medical supplies or an epidural that I could give to Luna. I’m not going to risk an infection to either her or the twins.“

My mom nodded.

”Okay Meilani and Maxine you stay with Luna and make her feel comfortable. She doesn’t need any added stress to her right now. Soraya, Evie, and I will try to get the car rolling again. So that we can make it to the hospital.“

Everyone nodded while I was walking back and forth, not able to sit still. When I’m anxious I tend to walk a dent into the carpet.

When everyone was done making a makeshift birthing room, Meilani pointed for me to lie down.

”Alright. Let’s make you comfortable.“

Meilani sighed and looked up at me. A serious look on her face.

”How long?“ I asked, my eyes full of tears because Bryce wasn’t here and I couldn't reach him.

”We’ve got time. So try and relax. I know it sounds a lot, but you’ve got this okay?“

”Sure I’ll just lie down and feel all peachy. That’s a-okay.“

Meilani smiled at me, completely ignoring my sarcasm.

”But just so you know the contractions are only going to get more painful. So I’m going to time the distance to know for sure when it’s time to push okay? That way we’ll be able to at least have some time to prepare alright?“

I sucked in a breath and nodded.

”The contractions are going to be worse than what I’m feeling now? Yeah sure no problem.“

”You got this babe.“ Meilani smiled and her smile put me a bit at ease.

Bryce

Nothing but the blue sky above us as we drove towards Waianae Mountain Range. Listening to Elvis Presley songs. The top is rolled up, and we’re singing out loud.

Keiki laughed at my singing technique. Making me sing even louder.

It took us a little longer than an hour, but hey that’s fine. We made it and that’s the most important thing.

I turned off the engine of our Jeep when we arrived at the campsite. We got out of the car and put our bags, the tents, and the food we packed out of the car trunk.

I grinned at Keiki. Then I heard her curse as she tried to get the tent up and I grinned.

”Need any help there Keiks?“ I smiled.

”Nope. I’ve got it.“ She replied.

”Hopefully this time you can get your tent up, not like last time. When it all fell apart.“

Keiki turned around and pointed an accusing finger at me.

”That‘s so not true. You helped me build it. So technically it’s your fault it fell apart.“

I laughed.

While putting up the tent, I couldn’t shake off this bad feeling I’ve had ever since we started the trip. I tried reaching Lunes but there’s bad cell service out here. I barely have any bars on my cell phone. It seems as if there won’t be any cell service for some time.

When we heard thunder roaring in the distance we both stopped setting up our tents.

My gut feeling was confirmed when I saw dark grey clouds rolling in, where just a while ago the sky was brilliantly blue before.

”Damn it.“ I cursed again.

I went to my car and turned on the radio to see if there were any severe thunderstorm alerts issued for Honolulu. I found a radio station and only caught the last sentence.

”…urge people to stay inside. There are severe thunderstorm warnings for Honolulu, Kailua, Waipahu…“

I turned the radio off and walked towards Keiki who looked up from building her tent.

”You okay?“ She asked with apprehension written across her face.

”There were several thunderstorms issued and I have a bad feeling. I also can’t reach Luna.“

I pushed my hand through my hair.

”I’m sure she’s fine.“ Keiki tried to reassure me, but the worry stayed with me.

Keiki reached into her bag and gave me a signal booster for my phone.

”Luna's dad gave me a signal booster for my phone when he heard we were going camping. I’ve brought it with me just in case.“

”You’re a lifesaver Keiks.“

She smiled at me.

I tried reaching Luna and when I did it was not her voice I heard. It was Evie‘s. Luna’s cousin.

”Thank god Bryce. We’ve been trying to reach you for hours.“

I could hear a voice in the background.

”Evie? What’s wrong? Is Luna okay?“

Evie was back on the line.

”Her water broke. We’re on our way to the hospital.“

Her voice stopped me in my tracks, my heart started beating faster and I could feel the blood rush through my veins.

”What? When? Is she okay?“

Keiki looked towards me and when she saw my panicked expression she walked towards me and put her hand on my shoulder. I gripped her hand tightly.

”Wait, I'll give her the phone.“

I heard some rustling and then Luna was on the line.

”B?“

When I heard her voice I breathed out a breath of relief. I didn’t realize how tense I was. My shoulders dropped, since Luna’s voice instantly relaxed me.

”Are you okay?“ I asked because I wanted to hear if she was in any pain.

”I…yeah. I’m fine. But B? I can’t do this without you. Please tell me you’ll be here?“

I sighed. And activated my doctor mode. I tried to act as if this was one of my patients. But it only worked for a short amount of time.

”I’ll make it. Don’t worry, and don’t start without me. But seriously you’re in good hands. Meilani is an exceptional doctor…“

I didn’t get to finish when I heard her cry out.

”Lunes?“ I said and then I heard Meilanis' voice.

”She’s fine for now. We’re on our way to the hospital. So you better get your ass there Lahela.“

”How far along is she until she has to push?“

”We’ve got a little bit of time, but soon. We wanted to go there earlier but with the thunderstorms, it was raining and the car was stuck. The others are trying to get the car out so we can get to the hospital.“

I nodded as if she could see me.

”Alright I’ll be there.“

I heard more noises.

”I have to go Bryce. Luna needs me. Please be there. She can’t do this without you.“

”I promise I’ll make it.“

That’s when we ended the call. And I pinched my nose. And then I had to laugh because it reminded me so much of something Ethan would do.

”What’s wrong?“ Keiki asked me. And when I didn't answer her immediately she yelled my name.

”Bryce!“

Her voice shook me out of my daze.

”Luna’s water broke.“

”Wait, didn't you say she wasn’t due yet?”

She looked at the dark sky above us and her eyes turned worried.

I rubbed my neck nervously.

”Yeah. But sometimes you can go into labor earlier. Especially with twins.“

”Then we should go. I don’t think this camping trip will take place today. The weather is too bad. There could be landslides, especially in the mountains. And we don’t want to be here when that happens.“

I nodded and we both got our stuff packed up.

”You’re right Keiks. We should head back. Before the roads get too bad.“

I was loading everything into the car when I heard Keiki's voice.

”I think it might be too late for that big brother.“

I stuck my head out of the car to see where Keiki was pointing.

She pointed at the trail that was completely covered in mud. Even with our Jeep, we’ll have a hard time getting the car going.

Dammit. Of all days for a thunderstorm to arrive it had to be today of all days. I don’t know if that’s a good or bad omen. Though I truly hoped that it was a good omen and that the Hawaiian gods would be merciful with the weather today. Saying a silent prayer I looked up and hoped I would be there to witness the birth of my children.

I breathed out and turned to my little sister.

”Alright. Let’s not panic. Let’s try if we can get the car onto the road.“

Keiki nodded, but I could tell she was not convinced that we’d get the car on the road.

I turned on the engine and after a couple of seconds we got on the road and I swerved to avoid any muddy parts on the street.

We made it halfway home when we hit a pothole and got stuck.

It rattled the car for a second, and I tried to back out of the pothole, but no dice. No matter how hard I tried we were stuck.

”What now? Should we try to move the car?“ Keiki asked.

I shook my head and I hit my hands on the steering wheel. Frustrated.

”Fuck. I hate that we got stuck. Today of all days.“

Keiki slapped me on my arm.

”Well we won’t solve it by sitting inside the car. Let’s see how bad we’re stuck.“

I felt myself nodding and we got out to see how big the pothole was.

”Yeah okay we’re screwed.“ Keiki whistled.

I shot her an annoyed look.

”What? I’m just saying.“ She grinned and I laughed half-heartedly, as I was trying to calculate how long it would take us if we made a run for it.

”How long would it take us if we made a run for it?“ I voiced my thoughts aloud.

I looked at my sister who got her phone to see how far it would take us.

”It’s 10 miles from here.“

”We could make it in time.“

Keiki chewed on her fingernails. Painted in a deep pink shade.

”You’re faster than me. I could stay here in the car and you could go to the hospital. I’d only slow you down. I’m not exactly a sports person.“

I was torn if I should just go, leave my sister behind, and miss the birth of my twins or if we should make a run for it.

Keiki sighed.

”We’re wasting time debating this. Just go. Give me the booster for my phone and we can stay in touch. I’ll be fine I promise.“

I sighed and looked at her.

”Are you sure Kei-Kei?“

She nudged me forward.

”Go! I don’t want my big brother to miss the birth of my nieces. I’d never hear the end of it. Also if you faint please take pics, I want to remember this day.“ She said grinning.

”Very funny Keiks. I’ll stay in touch.“

”I’m going to be a dad.“ I shouted and she grinned at me, shaking her head.

I gave her the signal booster for her phone, kissed her on her forehead, and made a run for it.

As I was running I kept praying that I made it on time for the birth of our twins.

Which spurred me to run faster.

Kuakini Medical Center, Honolulu Hawaii

Luna

As another strong contraction hit me I cried out.

Meilani kept shooting me dirty looks.

”Luna. As your doctor, I’m telling you we can’t wait any longer.“

”Please, Mei. I can’t do this without him. Please. Just 5 more minutes, please?“

Meilani closed her eyes.

When she opened them again, she crossed her arms over her chest and sighed, seeing that I wouldn’t budge on this.

”Alright, fine. We’ll wait 5 more minutes. After that, it’s pushing time.“

I nodded.

Bryce

I was wheezing. Almost wept from joy. My calves are killing me, but I’m almost there. Just a couple more steps and I‘m at the hospital. I could see the building already coming closer.

I made it to the hospital, and rushed through the hospital doors all muddy and sweaty.

As I was on my way to the elevator a voice stopped me.

”Where do you think you’re going, young man? This is a hospital.“

When I turned around Brenda gave me the evil eye.

”Lahela you know the rules.“

”Yes I know. Please! Luna is upstairs, she's about to give birth. I can’t miss that. Please.“

”At least get a little cleaned up!“

I groaned. Seriously?

”Could you be a Karen somewhere else?“ I muttered under my breath.

”What was that?“ She cleared her throat.

”Nothing. I’ll get cleaned up, upstairs. Thanks, Brenda.“

”Yeah. Yeah.“

I sighed in relief as I punched the elevator button and the elevator rode up.

All I cared about was that I made it to the hospital to be there for Lunes when our twins were born.

The elevator dinged and I almost stumbled out of it, because I couldn’t wait to get out into the hall.

The first person I saw was Grace, Luna’s mom walking back and forth. Soraya and Evie were next to her sitting on the hard plastic chairs.

When Grace saw me coming in she started to cry and hugged me. I hugged her back. Though I’m anxious to see Luna.

”Thank god you made it Bryce.“ She put her hands around my face and I smiled at her.

I turned to look at Grace when I didn't see Luna anywhere.

She pointed to a room to the right and that’s when I heard painful screams coming from inside.

Luna must’ve already started pushing. I winced. Hating I couldn’t be there for her from the start. But I tried to not dwell on that. I’m here now and that’s what counts.

Grace smiled at me.

”Luna has already started pushing. She waited until the last minute. But she had to start.“

I nodded and got going.

”She’s inside with Meilani and her head nurse Valerie.“

I nodded and opened the door. Meilani didn’t look up as she guided Luna through the birth.

I quickly scrubbed in as fast as I could and joined Luna and Meilani.

”Okay that’s good Lu. That’s good. Just keep pushing.“ Meilani said in a soothing voice when I got to Luna’s side who shot me an angry look.

”Where the fuck were you B?“

I winced and then I smiled at her for using a curse word.

”Let’s leave story time for after you’ve given birth. What’s important is that I’m here.“

”I’m going to kick your ass for this later.“

I grinned and kissed her forehead.

”I wouldn’t have it any other way.“

Meilani grinned and her head nurse Valerie stood next to Meilani, keeping track of the heart monitor.

Meilani‘s voice got me out of my trance.

”Dad? Wanna do the honors?“

I squeezed Luna‘s hand and stood in the front to catch the first baby.

As I did, a loud cry filled the room and I suddenly held one of my girls in my arms.

”I forget how tiny they are when they’re born.“ Valerie smiled next to me and I nodded.

I looked at my little girl, and a whole new love entered my heart. I wasn’t prepared for this feeling.

It’s as if my heart was going to burst from all this love. Making space for new people entering my life. I still couldn’t believe Luna and I created these beautiful babies.

I took my daughter's little hand in mine and kissed it.

”Hi there, beautiful. Look at you being all pretty huh?“

”A new member in your Ohana.“ Valerie kept sniffing.

I nodded and kept rocking the baby and when she opened her eyes she looked at me and stopped crying.

”It’s your awesome dad. So cool right? Look at your mom. Super strong and going at it.“

Valerie laughed softly at my comment and I grinned.

I turned to Luna and waved with my daughter's little hand at Luna.

I kissed our baby's tiny forehead and Valerie took her from me. Taking care of the washing and weighing.

Then I was at Luna’s side again and together we got to see our second baby. Another loud cry just like her twin sisters filled the room, as she entered the world.

My heart couldn’t be fuller at this second, as I looked down at Luna and saw her tired but happy face look up at me. I kissed her and she sighed.

Meilani‘s voice got us out of our reverie. We must’ve looked as if we smoked too much weed. Goofy expressions on our faces as we looked at Meilani.

”Congratulations you two. I’m so happy that I could be a part of it.“

”I already know my vagina won’t be the same after this.“

Meilani laughed out loud and I grinned too. If Lunes can make jokes then she’s okay.

Valerie walked towards us and handed me Kehlani and Alaia. We heard the door open and when we looked up all we saw were the faces of Grace, Evie, and Soraya.

They all opened the door wider and entered the room.

”Look Keilani Mae and Alaia Rose are finally here with us, Lunes. They’re just as beautiful as their mom and dad.“

Luna rolled her eyes.

”I knew you’d bring yourself into the conversation.“

”What can I say? I’m good-looking. Says so on the onesie.“

Luna just shook her head and grinned, probably too tired for a comeback.

”You’ve done it. You gave birth to two beautiful girls.“ Meilani wiped away some tears. And we all just smiled, letting this little miracle, er…miracles, seep in.

I couldn’t stop smiling.

Soraya and Evie walked towards us and held the little twins. Cuddling them and peppering them with kisses.

”Sky is going to be so jealous that he didn’t hold the twins first. Let’s call him.“ Evie said and Soraya nodded.

They handed them back and I held them close as I put them on Luna’s chest.

Luna started to sob when she saw the twins for the first time. She touched Kehlani's little cheek with her forefinger.

”They’re so tiny and smell so beautiful. Like a new book. For a new chapter of our lives.“

She looked up at me and I nodded, too full of emotions to form a proper sentence so I just nodded and we enjoyed the time with our twins.

Luna

Holding your babies? It was a whole new level of love.

It’s something I didn’t know I wanted so much, as I held them close and took in their newborn smell. My love, my life.

I‘d lay down my life for my twins. I’d do anything to keep them safe.

As I looked down at them. I couldn’t believe they were here. It seemed as if I’ve been waiting for years to see their tiny little faces. I swore I’ll be a good mom.

A new exciting and thrilling feeling filled my body.

Giving me a new superpower. I’ve never felt this strong. I felt invincible. That’s probably the meds talking. But I don’t fucking care. It’s exactly where we belonged. I never thought this was the road my life would take me.

With Bryce, Kehlani Mae, and Alaia Rose. Our beautiful little family. Our Ohana. Our lives, no our love has grown ten times fold.

I smiled up at Bryce who had the same look in his cinnamon brown eyes as I did.

He leaned down to give me a gentle kiss, making this moment perfect.

Bryce

Luna fell asleep and was resting in the hospital bed. As I kept holding the twins.

There was a rocking chair in the corner and I sat down with the twins.

I've been rocking the twins to sleep for over an hour, but it felt as if we were in our tiny pink bubble of love. Nothing could touch us.

I heard a soft knock and looked up as the door opened.

It’s Grace and Brian. Luna’s parents.

Grace just started crying when she saw me again. She tugged at her husband's jacket.

”Do you see what I see? Oh my god Brian, look at those two beautiful angels! I mean I know I’ve seen them earlier, but my heart is about to explode.“

Grace shook Brian’s arm. Almost ripped it out of its sockets and I chuckled to myself. I can see where Luna got her excitement from.

”I know I’m standing right next to you so I see exactly what you see darling.“ Brian replied softly.

Grace rolled her blue-green eyes, just like Luna‘s.

”I don’t even care about your sarcasm right now.“

I smiled at them.

”Do you want to hold them?“ I offered knowing that if I don’t, Grace will just take them from me and cuddle them close to her.

Grace just nodded.

”Say hi to Kehlani Mae and Alaia Rose.“

”Hi there Lani.“ Grace held Kehlani‘s little hand and she blinked her sleepy brown eyes open.

Brian smiled fondly.

”Rosie looks so sweet.“

I sat back down next to Luna who was sleeping peacefully after not only giving birth to one but two babies.

Our rockstar.

I loved that we were able to experience the moment of our twins' birth together. Our love and genetics made this happen.

This is our Ohana. And I’m grateful that we‘ve started a new chapter in our lives.

#Las hijas de Luna #Luna Auclair (F!OC)#Bryce Lahela (M!MC)#Kehlani Mae (F!OC)#Alaia Rose (F!OC)#Grace Auclair (F!OC)#Evangeline Auclair (F!OC)#Soraya Auclair (F!OC)#Maxine Moore (F!OC)#Keiki Lahela (F!MC)#Meilani Leahi (F!OC)#Knox #Brian Auclair (M!OC)#birth story #open heart #pregnancy #cfwc

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hiiii!! i was wondering if i could request a miguel diaz imagine? i read through your prompt list and there were some SUPER cool ones, but i think i've settled on these <3

1. are you going to kiss me or not?

3. i would die for you.

8. you matter to me.

11. i love you.

16. i will always love you.

im super deep in my miguel diaz brainrot rn and he's such a comfort to me so if you're comfortable writing it, gimme the most tooth rotting sweet fluff you got -- like maybe a first date? thank you in advance 🥺

Off my chest.

Miguel Diaz x gn reader

Notes: Sorry for the long wait, hope you like this. Its not their first date but it’s cute all the same! Also I tried to make it gn so if you see a mess up please tell me.

Prompts: 1 “Are you going to kiss me or not”, 3 “I would die for you”, 8 “You matter to me”, 11 “I love you”, 16 “I will always love you”.

Warnings: Bad grammar, misspelling.

Length: Short.

Shifting your weight to the back of the couch as the weight in your lap returned. “Are you really going to stay there all night?” A teasing but sweet tone mocked Miguel and he rolled his eyes at you. “I’ll stay here all year if i could.” looking up at you and the light from the tv making both your face light up.

It was one of your movie marathon nights and since he left you alone and panicked to go to Mexico he wanted to try his best to do anything to make you happy. But it wasn’t like you were really mad at him but him going alone and leaving you scared was enough to make you a little mad..but you both understand each other’s feelings.

“Do you think we could reach the fridge from here? Like create something to just open it.” His question made you giggle and reach your hand down to his hair to play with it. “Is that sometime Jonny came up with?” A little gasp left his lips and he looked up to you shocked.

“I’m telling him you said that.” You looked back to the movie amused, “And he will thank me for giving him the idea.” Continuing to play with his hair you focused back onto the screen. The big fight scene at the end always had you on the edge of your set each time you watched it.

But Miguel’s eyes never leaving your face from down in your lap, he felt a slight guilt in his chest for leaving and that you forgive him so fast. Maybe it was because you didn’t yell at him for going to find his dad, but that he did it in a dumb and unsafe way. You welcomed him back with open arms but not without a talk after, still he felt at home again in your arms.

That’s when he knew he never wanted to go without you again. The three little words kept running through his head ever since and he needed to get it off his chest. You have been the one thing in his life that he knew he would always have.

Glancing back at the screen he saw your favorite part of the movie come on screen and it was something he could relate with. The main character looking up at the woman he loved, coved in blood after a battle and knowing he would do it again just for her.

“I would die for you.” The voices said in unison.

Hearing the words from below you and leaving his mouth in a bold way, showing that he was dead serious and he meant it. You let out nervously laugh, “Are you trying to swoon me, Diaz?” after asking him that he sat up from your lap and turned to face you.

“I have already swooned you,” he spoke like he was making a fact knew, which he was, “But I honestly have something to get off my chest.” Blinking at you, you could see the dip in his face and mood, making you panic as what he was referring to.

“You can tell me anything Miguel.” Taking his hand in yours to reassurance him about what ever was on his mind even if your mind floods with many possibilities.

He took a deep breath to ease his heart beat and to find his courage. “We have been together for a long time and you have been by my side through every up and down, even when sometimes I didn’t deserve it.”

“I couldn’t think of a better person to be by my side, you’re best partner in the world. I know who you are as a person, to the way you help others even when it hurts you, or to the way you acted out movie scene when you think no one is watching.” His words touched your heart and made it skip a beat but there was still worry on your mind.

“You matter to me, like when I’m away from you I get this loneliness from just not being able to hold your hand. I have become a better person with you by my side, and I will always try and do better for you.” He straighter his back and took a bigger breath then before.

“I love you.”

Those three words made you lose the breath in your lungs, something you have been waiting to hear. You knew you loved Miguel a long time ago when he was almost taken away from you. But you had never said anything, being to afraid to scare him off.

You couldn’t speak from the surprise and you just kept looking into his eyes with a shocked face. Swallowing his pride and panic now taking its place into his body from yours.

“Say something? I mean you don’t have to say it back, but I just want you to. I’m sorry if this has-” A hand went onto his cheek and a soft smile on your face made everything melt away.

“I will love you always, now and forever.” Your thumb stroked his cheek lovingly while he stared back at you. You wished you could be in this moment forever, just you and him being one in love.

“Miguel?..” he nodded and looked at you, “Yeah?” You smiles wide with a amused face.

“Are you going to kiss me or not?” Laughing at himself he smiled to and leaned in, pulling you close by placing a hand on your waist.

#cobra Kai #cobra kai x reader #cobra kai miguel #miguel x reader #Miguel Diaz x reader #fluff #miguel diaz

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cowyolks · 1 year

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It was Summer, Darling (Phillip Graves x Fem!Reader)

Prompt: A soldier lets his love for her tear him apart.

Warnings: torture, heavy angst, brief mention of a sex scene, repetitive text, death, broken promises. Lots of time jumps.

A/n: Reader’s call sign is Val.

It was summer,

He was buried in the pasture. Far from the cramped lots of the city. Here the fresh scent of lilacs and bluebells brushed in the warm breeze. Cooling rains drenched his bones, and while he could no longer breathe, the rich scent of soil engulfed his casket.

He had always said he would take you back home, to the rolling acres of his hometown. It fell as a broken promise, one that you had cursed even in his dying breath.

Now you were at his home, dressed in a pretty satin black. He was quick to praise his hometown, he said he was happiest there. Amongst the charming farms, proud people, and beautiful rolling acres of meadows. You didn’t see it here, however. It was gloomy, rain drizzling to set the mourning mood of his family. The farms were dark on the horizon, the people were weeping, and the meadows were empty of familar warmth.

With a sigh, you dropped your clenched fist, watching the upturned soil fall upon the covered casket.

He was nothing more than a memory now.

He’d met you in the scorching Californian Summer. You’d been enlisted into the notorious Shadow Company by an anonymous tip off.

Your eyes were cold, as they always were. A constant cloud of weeping destruction, as this was all you’ve ever known. Constant war, never ending blood shed.

You were told you’d meet one of the commanding officers in the training room, which is where you were heading with heavy and meaningful footfalls. The plan was simple; put on a show. Command respect. What you hadn’t expected when you arrived was a crowd. All their eyes heavily anticipating a new soldier among ranks. They bore into your frame, attempting to read any information you’d give off.

“Lieutenant.” A low voice spoke over the crowd. He was in a simple tee and shorts, likely trying to escape the sweltering heat. He was young, likely around your age, and not what you were expecting.

“Commander Phillip Graves.” He introduced as he moved closer, the little southern drawl he had escaping his petal lips. He was good looking, his face unblemished and cleanly shaven, hair a soft color of straw, and eyes like a calm eye before a hurricane. His handshake was firm, his hands calloused and warm as they clutched around your surprisingly soft ones.

You introduced yourself, falling in step beside him as he went back to what he was doing, two shadows brawled in a ring, both breathing heavy gusts. “Come on Diggs, you’ve got more in you than that.” His voice was like a buzz, and your eyes almost softened at just how much his Shadows seemed to look up to him.

“You gotta call sign, Lieutenant?” You remember him asking, a ghost of a smirk crosses over your face.

“Everyone calls me Val.”

“As in Valkyrie?” A shadow asked from around the mat, turning their eyes to you.

“No. Got it my first year as a Lieutenant, stands for Very Angry Lieutenant.” You informed, watching the amusement flicker in Graves’ eyes before he stepped forward on the mat. The soldiers all gave knowing looks as they glanced towards you.

“Well Val, per honorary tradition, we gotta see what your made of. Helps us decide if you get the soft cot or the hard one, last in line for dinner or first. You get the gist.” Graves’ voice was cocky.

You were definitely not dressed in workout clothes, but that didn’t stop you from stepping forward, widening your stance in front of your superior officer.

He was a good fighter, one that fought with blows like earthquakes and jabs that stung like viper venom. Yet, he wasn’t as quick as you, and it amused you that he protected his face more than the rest of him. His pretty boy face.

All the shadows would say he lost that battle, even though he had pinned you to the mat after a tough fight. He had a blue and purple shiner for weeks, ruining his perfect face. It amused you, but he seemed to take it like a champ.

He cracked jokes about it from time to time over your years together. “She knocked me so hard I fell for her.” He’d always say to his shadows.

It was something foreign to you. To have someone shamelessly flirt and express interest.

He’d admitted his feelings in the Scorching Californian Summer.

You were battered and torn, ripped of your cold structure as you limped across the open camp.

The choppers had discarded the wounded, their bodies just as tired and weak as yours. But you were a leader, and you didn’t bow to the temptation of exhaustion. Besides, you had to find him.

Blood was crusted under your nails, reminding you of just how close the call had been. You’d been the one to command this mission, and it was your fault that so many shadows had been snuffed out like flimsy candle wicks. You thought it would be better to split up, but now, as you met his eyes, you realized just how truly idiotic that decision was.

Your shoulders slouched when you dropped to your knees in front of his cot. He was nursing a bleeding gash to his side, likely from a stray bullet from the ambush. His usual tan skin was pale as a gentle smile spread onto his lips.

“Hey darlin’,” his voice was uncharacteristically soft, something that made your dams break and caused angry tears to track down your cheeks.

“I’m so sorry. So sorry.” You choked out against your closing throat. You studied his face, braving a glance down to his cheek, where a deep gash cut against the flesh. It would likely scar.

“There’s nothing to be sorry for.” He insisted, attempting to sit up against the worn cot, but he let out a pained noise at the flex in his side. “You couldn’t have known. And look at how many of us you managed to save, huh?” He settled back down against the cot, his teeth clenched together.

“Hundreds of them are dead, Graves.” You retaliated, your eyes not leaving his stitched wound. Yet your eyesight shifted as his fingertips guided to under your chin, shifting inches to look him in the eyes. “The explosives were recovered. Our squadron is still strong.”

His hand moved to your cheeks, brushing away the salty remains of shedded tears and sweat. “And I’ve still got the best damn partner in the world.”

At his insistence, the heavy storm clouds of your mind reduced to a calm overcast. A brief upturn of your lips told him all he needed to know. “There’s my girl.”

“You’re so looped on pain meds right now.” You teased, exhaustion replacing the adrenaline. He didn’t know what he was saying, and at the time, neither did you.

“I can’t lose you.” You had pleaded as your hand wrapped around his fingers.

“You won’t.” He had lied.

He’d made love to you in the scorching Californian Summer.

You’d both had some free time from the constant leading and organizing of the Shadow Company. You had a couple days to relax, which was impossibly rare on its own, and even more rare that Graves was there with you.

He’d lease an apartment on the San Diego coast, far from prying ears and seeing eyes. It was gorgeous there, with fluttering palms and white sands.

A little slice of heaven.

Yet nothing was as euphoric as his searing lips upon your bare skin.

The cool air conditioning did little to diminish the heat you were feeling, and the two of you only made the air hotter as he laid everything out in front of you.

He’d kissed your lips until they were swollen, and worshiped your body like a man who had just seen his God.

He didn’t care that salt still remained on your lips from the ocean’s waves. He didn’t care that your many scars littered your body like a demented painting. He didn’t even care to breathe as he swallowed your pleasured moans in his own ecstasy.

He’d claim you as his, just as you’d leave the lasting and black mark on his heart. And you’d never be the same again.

You’d watch the waves in his arms, admiring the constant and repetitive pushing of the seas on the sands. Wishing that your love could be as eternal as the water hitting the shores.

He was your salvation in the Scorching Californian Summer.

It had been a month, and while you had been through vicious torture before, it never really became easier.

It was a scout mission in the Russian backcountry, scouting had always been something you were exceptionally great at. But this time, there was a tip off.

You’d gotten your shadows to safety, that was the main concern. Graves always voiced his concerns of your selflessness. “You’ll get yourself killed one day, Val. And I’ll pull you out of hell myself.”

You’d stepped into the line of fire, offering yourself as leverage. Who were they to refuse the second in command? They’d brought you into the freezing gulag, roughing you around the edges that left your body nothing more than a shell.

Over the month they cut you, they tore you, they shredded you of who you were. The hope you had was squashed, and your soul was tired.

It was winter there when he’d found you.

You never remembered much after meeting his eyes, knowing somehow you’d now be safe.

He always refused to mention much about that day. He was kind to you after, doting on your wounds and being your crutch as you healed. But something was wrong, terribly wrong.

His eyes that were once the calm of the storm now raged. His body was a taut wire, ready to snap back on oblivious fingers.

“Is everything okay?” You had asked him after several months of your recovery. At long last you’d be shortly returning to your position, no longer bound to the summer home Phillip and you had shared. It was refreshing, to spend some valuable time with the man you had fallen for, but the more he stayed, glued to your side, the more he itched.

“M’fine, Val.” His response was cold, something unlike him. Especially when it came to you. “You don’t seem fine.” You had watched him, watched how his mannerism had shifted.

He’d hardly touch you anymore, rarely spending time on the sandy beach as you used to. He locked himself in his office for long periods of times, speaking lowly in a voice you couldn’t hear.

He was a stranger you loved. And it had hurt more than the constant torture in the gulag.

“It’s just, you’ll be back in the field again. We’ve got our first big gig together in Las Almas. I’m terrified.” He admitted, pulling you into his arms as he held you. You didn’t want to move away, regardless of your mind screaming at you that something was off.

“Don’t be. You’ll be with me every step of the way. Right?” You reassured, shifting in his arms, breathing in his fresh scent of pine needles and gentle patchouli.

“Right.” He lied again.

You’d made love again that night, this time against the steady patter of raindrops. Looking back, it was like the sky was warning you, he touched you as if you were already dead. A mourning of what you could have been. this wasn’t summer.

You should have prepared yourself for the worst. That much was obvious.

He broke you in the Summer.

Your body torn from your heart as you decided to do what was right. You had been the one to fight him, moving his rifle out of the way to protect the Task Force.

He’d betrayed them, but most importantly he had betrayed you.

Everything the two of you had built up, now broken down to resemble ruins.

He’d gotten himself burned, and while you had fought against him, you couldn’t find it in yourself to follow the team to kill him. They were cautious of course, how could they not? They saw how Graves acted around you, his eye watchful on missions, he did seem a bit too quick to come to your defense after Hassan had threatened you.

So they did what they thought was right; cuff you to the desk. You had let salty tears fall from your cheeks as you waited in that warehouse. Waited to hear if Graves was finally dead.

They treaded careful water when the team returned. That alone was enough for you to hang your head.

Graves was dead.

It was the Scot who had pulled you to the side, after pulling the cuffs from your sore wrists. Soap was cautious, but he fished into his pocket, pulling out a charred velvet box that somehow was not completely destroyed.

“This was in his pocket,” he spoke before leaving you alone.

Your hands shook around the box, breaking it open slightly to reveal a beautifully crafted gold ring, cut and molded perfectly to the size of your finger. Inside, a little note peaked from the corner, carefully you unfolded the paper.

I’d known I’d marry her since the first time I laid eyes on her. Life’s been rough to us over this year, I haven’t been the same since I rescued her in Russia. It made me realize something.

I don’t want to be a soldier anymore.

After everything, i’m scared. I have too much to lose. You’ve weakened me, honey. Now I want more, I want to be with her. I want to take her to my hometown and raise little ones that look like their mother.

So after this mission I want out as soon as possible. I’d do anything for her, even if this means she’ll side against me. So I hope, that she will say yes, so I can throw this damn paper away and never have to show her. So she can forgive me, after all I’ve done.

Because with her, it’s summer. Always and eternally summer.

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The Altar of Her Hips

Summary:

Cardan's POV during the scene in The Wicked King where he and Jude meet in the room behind the dais, except I added smut. Enjoy!

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The small green room off the dais is wet and alive.

I can nearly feel its heart thumping in time with mine; a syrupy, cunning pulse that presses in on us from all sides. Jude’s eyes strip it all bare as she takes in the moss-carpeted walls, ivy-laden door, clusters of gently-glowing mushrooms weeping pale light over our faces. I can practically see her tucking it all away for some nefarious later use.

It is quiet, the moss sucking away any softer sounds our shoes and breaths make. I take a step towards her and watch her flinch. I am a little delighted that I can still scare her; yet, some uncomfortable, nameless feeling itches my neck at the same time. I brush it away, irritated, and fish the letter from my pocket.

“My brother sent me a message,” I say. No longer is there any need to specify which one I speak of. I should resent her for that, but I am too busy resenting myself.

She takes the letter in callused fingers, careful not to touch me. That bothers me more. I am so irritable when it comes to her.

“So,” I prompt, “what have you been about?”

I want her to look at me. I want to have her on some kind of leash, as the letter suggests I should. I want to put my fingers around her neck and close them until I feel her windpipe pushed out of place. I want to push her and hurt her the way we all want to hurt small, delicate things, but Jude is hardly either.

Jude sighs in relief, a sweet, short exhalation that I want to take right off of her tongue. I want so much of her. I know by now I never get what I want.

“I stopped you from getting some messages,” she says. I flex my fingers.

“And you decided not to mention them. Just as you declined to tell me about Balekin’s meetings with Orlagh or Nicasia’s plans for me.”

“Look, of course Balekin wants to see you,” she says, in the same insufferable tone she used to use at school that suggests that I am very simple. “You’re his brother, whom he kept in his own house. You’re the only person with the power to free him who might actually do it. I figured if you were in a forgiving mood, you could talk to him anytime you wanted. You didn’t need his exhortations.”

It is fascinating to watch her justify it to herself. Fascinating, and infuriating. I snatch the paper out of her hands. “So what changed? Why was I permitted to receive this?”

Permitted. The concept of permission should have been lost to me the second the crown lay atop my head, but instead I am shackled to the whims of a mortal girl who’s learned too much from her foster father. “And I am supposed to reply to this little note?” I grind out.

She reaches out to swipe the paper back. Its corner slips against the side of my finger, leaving a thin red line. I bring my finger to my mouth, scowling and unreasonably angry, but she’s not looking at me. She is too drawn into her own head, scheming, to notice me. “Have him brought to you in chains. I’d be interested to know what he thinks he can get from you with a little conversation.” The paper curls as she shoves it into her pocket. So fucking proprietary. “Especially since he doesn’t know you’re aware of his ties to the Undersea.”

I can feel the lie hanging somewhere in the humid air between us. I want to bite it out of that space and spit it at her feet, call her bluff, make her kneel. I watch her thumb glide over her missing fingertip. Instead, I say, “I expect he will try to shout at me until I give him what he wants,” and I swallow it all down. I swallow everything down. “It might be possible to goad him into letting something slip. Possible, not likely.”

Jude nods, and I can see the map of her thoughts in the crease between her eyebrows. I want to press my thumb there.

I want, I want, I want.

“Nicasia knows more than she’s saying. Make her say the rest of it, and then use that against Balekin.”

I tuck down a harsh laugh. “Yes, well, I don’t think it would be politically expedient to put thumbscrews to a princess of the sea.”

She looks at me like she is analyzing a particularly strange beetle. “Not thumbscrews. You. You go to Nicasia and charm her.”

She stumbles over the words charm her but lifts her chin when she finishes speaking. She is embarrassed by the very notion of seduction. I’m embarrassed of her embarrassment.

“Oh, come on,” she says, doubling down because Jude has never once conceded anything. “You’re practically draped in courtiers every time I see you.”

She’s looking, an ugly corner of my mind croons. “I’m the king,” I say stupidly.

“They’ve been draped over you for longer than that.”

“You mean back when I was merely the prince?” I mock. I’m well aware of the reason everyone fawns. Of the reason Nicasia wanted me in the first place. I don’t know where Jude is going with this conversation but this room is too small, too hot for the ending.

“Use your wiles,” she says, and oh, she’s blushing magnificently. It feels like a triumph to witness it, the timid pink flushing her cheeks and her neck. I’m going to run this moment through my head very, very often. “I’m sure you’ve got some. She wants you. It shouldn’t be difficult.”

Jude spits those last two sentences like salt from her tongue. I nearly laugh, but it is too strange, too heavy, sitting in my chest. “You’re seriously suggesting I do this.”

It’s an effort to breathe like normal. Even Jude seems to struggle in this air, sucking it in heavy and deep. “Nicasia,” she says after a moment, “is the one who came through the passageway and shot that girl you were kissing.”

It sounds like an accusation when she says it. “You mean she tried to kill me?” I reply, half laughing even as my voice tilts high with frustration. “Honestly, Jude, how many secrets are you keeping?”

She looks away, tipping her head in a way that makes a triangle out of the mushrooms’ light and her nose’s shadow. “She was shooting at the girl, not you,” says Jude. She shifts her feet into a wider stance like she wants to run, and speaks the rest of her sentence very quickly. “She found you in bed with someone, got jealous, and shot twice. Unfortunately for you, but fortunately for everyone else, she’s a terrible shot. Now do you believe me that she wants you?”

“I know not what to believe,” I snap. A fresh wave of frustration boils up from my stomach, heating my fingers, and I clench them into fists. She is such a liar, such a—

“She thought to surprise you in your bed.” Her voice rises; she’s frustrated, too, though I can’t imagine why. I’m the one who got shot at with a crossbow, and I feel that we are paying entirely too little attention to that fact. “Give her what she wants,” says Jude, “and get the information we need to avoid a war.”

My feet move my body closer to hers. There’s a string tying our bodies together and she’s pulling at it, hard, with the way she frowns and furrows her brows and seethes at me with those horribly soft brown eyes, and then I’m standing before her, far too closely. The sensible bit of my brain that has been screaming at me to stay far, far away from Jude has gone suddenly, dreadfully, quiet; snuffed out like a candle pinched between the fingertips.

She’s so much shorter than me. I don’t mean to notice, but Jude is so unlike the folk that I can’t help it. Where we are tall and spindly, she is a full head shorter than me; I dip my head down to her ear and speak into the strangely round shell.

“Are you commanding me?”

“No,” she says quickly, genuinely surprised. Her eyes don’t quite hit mine before falling somewhere around my shoulder. “Of course not.”

With a distant horror, I watch my hand rise to her face, my fingers nudge at her chin until her eyes are back on mine.

“You just think that I ought to,” I say tightly. “That I can. That I’d be good at it.” I swallow away an uncomfortable, unnamable feeling that’s rushing up my throat. I’m angry, and something else, something worse. “Very well, Jude. Tell me how it’s done. Do you think she’d like it if I came to her like this, if I looked deeply into her eyes?”

My hand slides to the nape of her neck, where it grasps at the roots of her hair and tugs her head back.

“Probably,” Jude says warily. Her breath comes out a little more sharply, and I can feel her heart speeding up like she’s afraid. But she’s not. I see it in the widening black of her eyes, in the flush scattering up her neck, in the slight part of her lips before her tongue darts out to wet them. “Whatever it is you usually do.”

She wants me. She does. She must. And yet—she’d happily see me crawl back to Nicasia’s bed. And she’s lying, she’s always fucking lying, as if her body doesn’t betray her every single time. Would it kill her to just tell the truth one fucking time?

She would never, never admit to it. But I can make her. I am going to make her.

“Oh, come now. If you want me to play the bawd, at least give me the benefit of your advice,” I hiss. My words are sharp and cruel but my touch is gentle, skimming the edges of her face. I nearly get distracted by all the soft, round curves of her face. The desperately vulnerable fluttering of her heart in her throat, just under her jaw. “Should I touch her like this?”

“I don’t know,” Jude whispers. Her eyes flutter shut as my hands move, exploring the slopes of her shoulders, her ribcage, the small of her back. My mouth moves to her ear; I can’t stop myself from coming back to the shape of it. When my lips brush the skin there, I taste the salt of her skin and nearly groan.

“And then like this?” my mouth is saying. It’s functioning separately from me, at this point; all of me is focused on the newness of Jude’s body. I’ve never had a chance to study her like this. “Is this how I ought to seduce her? Do you think it would work?”

I am present enough to know I am not speaking of Nicasia any longer.

She trembles under my hands. Nothing so maidenly; she’s angry, she hates me that I’m not repulsive to her. I hate myself for it as well; she can dispense with the dramatics. “Yes,” she grits out. She is not speaking of Nicasia, either.

Our time in this green room has been all hot, sparking, strangled anger, an anger that we have each held onto for so tightly for so long that when my mouth meets hers, sans teeth, sans blood, I nearly startle myself into pulling away.

An agonizing millisecond passes with my mouth pressed to hers and our unbeating hearts lying still and red in our chests; then her fingers are sinking into my hair like a confession.

The moment of tenderness dies. Our movements are famished as we stumble across the room, gasping into each other’s mouths; when we reach a low couch, I put a hand on her back to ease her down. She digs her fingers into my tunic and pulls me down over her, so abruptly that I nearly fall, but catch myself on my hands with my face just over hers.

What am I doing, I think, distantly and a little desperately. Jude stares up at me as if she does not entirely trust me not to stab her. Whatever we are about to do, we probably should not. But we are both watching as we wreck each other anyway, neither of us moving to stop it.

“Tell me again what you said at the revel,” I say as I nudge her knees apart with my own.

“What?”

“That you hate me,” I croak. I am depraved. I should not want this. I should stand up now, before it’s too late, find someone else to distract myself with, but I know I will not. My stories do not end that way—with good sense, disasterless, happy. “Tell me that you hate me.”

Jude looks up at me with those wide brown eyes. I watch her lose the same doomed war with herself. She says, “I hate you.”

The frustration and anger in me turn hot and liquid.

Our mouths come together again, over and over. “I hate you,” she says into my mouth, and I feel like a mortal dancing in a faerie circle—caught fast in an enchanted reel until I dance myself to death. “I hate you. I hate you.”

She gasps onto my teeth, bites my lip. She says, “I hate you so much that sometimes I can’t think of anything else.”

I am so fucking ruined.

I can’t hide it when I shudder against her. It’s too late for that, anyway. It’s too late for anything now.

My fingers are quick against the buttons of her jacket. I think I feel her stiffen, but when I sit back, she looks just as hungry as I do, making quick work of her top as I tear away my own jacket. I’m reaching for the hem of my shirt when she strips off her undershirt, revealing a swath of tan skin that empties my head of all thought save for an overwhelming feeling of want that dizzies me.

“This is an absolutely terrible idea,” I blurt out as I watch her fumble with her boots. I don’t even like her. She hates me. Surely, I can’t want her this much.

“Yes.” Her hands shake on the laces. She’s nervous. Afraid. Something. It unbalances me, the way she bares herself for me so readily, vulnerable and far too trusting. I don’t think she’s done this before.

In my dreams, the ones I wake from sweating, she’s done this many, many times.

I take her hand to still her trembling and press kisses to her knuckles like bruises. She almost flinches, as if they are.

It’s entirely too soft, and the realization scares me into dropping her hand in favor of touching all the skin she’s bared for me.

“I want to tell you so many lies,” I confess. I want to tell her I hate her. I want to tell her this means nothing to me. I want to tell her I would be happy to seduce Nicasia, thank you very much. I want to tell her how awful and loathsome and hideous she is.

I can’t.

I can’t stop myself from touching her, either. I watch, horrified, as my own traitorous hand slips over her thighs, then between them. I groan against my will at the slick, wet heat, entirely distracted by the feeling until her hands reach for my waist and I realize I’m still half clothed. I scramble out of my clothes and don’t think about how eager I am to go back to touching her.

Jude reaches for me. She slides her hands up my chest, then back down, and takes me in her hand like a dream. She strokes me once, almost hesitantly, and so softly, as if she is afraid of hurting me. We should stop, I mean to say. What comes out is a strangled, “More—Harder.”

To have Jude under me, doing as I say, is almost as heady a sensation as that of her hand as it works me. My fingers stroke her lightly, circling at the apex of her thighs. My eyes devour her as she begins to pant and push her hips up against my hand; she stares right back, her expression half a glare, half…embarrassment, almost.

It’s too much—too close. I want to make this last long enough to at least convince myself it’s not a horrific decision. I pull back, out of her touch before I can embarrass myself more than I already am just by—just by being here. She stills, watching my movements with the wide-eyed, careful intent of prey.

“Jude,” I say, lifting her leg and pressing my mouth to her ankle. I kiss up the length of her leg until I hit the crease of her thigh, the scattering of soft, downy hair that reaches towards it. She sucks in a breath and her whole body tenses, so tightly that I can see the muscle on her stomach shift. “Are you afraid of me?”

I put my tongue to her before she can respond. One long, slow lick, and I know right then that the taste of her is something I will never forget.

Jude shudders. Her hand shoots out to grip the roots of my hair, and she pushes me closer as I lay an open-mouthed kiss over her center, then another.

“Cardan,” she says, too sharply to be a plea, but that’s Jude; she is all sharp edges, never softness, except for here, now, under my tongue where she tastes electric and warm and new.

It’s clear Jude wants me to get to work if the strength of her grip is anything to go by, but I take my time to explore. Little licks at the crease of her inner thigh, the apex of her center, the tendon where her thigh and her pelvis meet. Jude writhes, panting under my touch, and this—this small control I have over her is nearly as heady as the taste of her.

“More,” she orders as my tongue skirts around the place she wants it most. Her hips buck up uselessly under my arms.

“Beg,” I say sweetly, and her answering growl makes delight unfurl in my stomach, hungry and unfamiliar. She could command me if she wanted to. The thought of it makes my skin tight and hot, sending all of my blood south.

I lay my cheek on her thigh and look up at her. She flinches when I meet her gaze, then sets her jaw and glares right back at me. Wariness still edges her frustration; I can feel it even more so when I smirk up at her and return my attentions to her center.

My tongue laves over her in broad licks now. I hear her strangle a noise in her throat as I push the tip of a finger into her body, and a rush of wetness coats my chin.

“Relax,” I coo, an attempt to maintain nonchalance while my brain empties at the tightness of her body around my finger. I grind my hips into the couch as if that could ever take the edge off. In truth, I am one breath away from finishing, and panicking at the realization of how good she feels, how right, when a part of me had been banking on this getting her out of my system, or—or something.

“Fuck,” Jude grits out, “you.” She relaxes infinitesimally and I am able to push in further, curl my fingertip against a spot that makes her arch off the couch and let out a small sound.

I lose all finesse, if I ever had any. I lick at her like I’m starved, groaning against her skin. Her hands dig into my hair, pulling harder and sharpening the pain at my scalp. I only want more.

“Jude,” I say, chant, plead. “Jude, you’re divine.”

“I hate you,” she tells me. “I hate you.”

The sounds coming from us are gruesome and slick and wanton; Jude does not moan, but her breaths become harder, sharper, messier—

When she throws her head back and comes, I think: I want to worship you.

She grinds into my face, using me to ride out her orgasm, and pushes me away when she becomes over-sensitive. Mechanically, I reach for her, wanting to watch her come again and again, but she grabs my face and pulls me up until her mouth is on mine. She licks the taste of herself out of my mouth and I etch the memory deeply into my mind. She will never let me do this again, and it has become the only thing I will ever want to do for the rest of my life.

“Let me—” She breaks off, bites her lip. Her nails sink into my shoulders. “Show me how you like to be touched.”

Hardly daring to believe this is real, I take her hand, maybe too tightly, as if I believe she’ll vanish into thin air at any minute. I put her hand on me, and my own hand over hers, guiding it—

And, fuck. Fuck. She grips me just this side of too hard as she strokes, as if she wants to hurt me. I know she does. But contrary to her probable intent, it feels divine. She stares up at me the whole time she touches me, the whole time I unravel under her, and I do unravel, I do, I’ve never felt such a tenuous control over my own self, and that whole time, something burns in her eyes like violence.

“You’re so good for me, Jude,” I say, pushing my luck as I fuck into her hand. “You feel so good, wrapped around me like that.”

Those eyes, cold and brown like winter leaves, like the shell of an acorn, soft like quicksand. I could sink right into them. I sink right into them. I don’t look away. Heat builds in my stomach, and all my muscles seize, and I come onto her stomach, her breasts, without looking away.

Just our damp breaths in the room, and quiet. She blinks away. I let my body collapse next to her on the couch, then reach for my discarded coat to wipe off her chest. It is sobering.

I don’t say I’m sorry, but the words are right there. I could say them if I wanted to.

Jude looks up at the ceiling. She likely regrets it. She hates me, anyway. Said it over and over, so I wouldn’t forget.

She sits up; I follow. She reaches for her shirt; I for my trousers. She looks unbothered, unchanged, unafraid. I keep searching her face for something else, but she’s so good at lying, not only with her words.

“You keep looking at me,” she says as she pulls on her underwear. Mortal underwear—light blue, lace trim, form-fitting. I will never, ever get them out of my head. And it hits me—that I could have had this. We could have had this. Had we not been so horrible to each other, we could have been doing this for so much longer, and I could have her on my tongue whenever I wanted, I could have her clever hands wrapped around me every day—

But it’s too late for that now.

“We should’ve called truce,” I say, frustrated, only one arm through a shirtsleeve. I run my hands through my hair as if I can clear it all away. “We should’ve called truce long before this.”

Jude says nothing. I know what we’re both thinking: there can be no truce, now. Not after everything we’ve done to each other.

#tfota #the folk of the air #jude duarte #jude x cardan #cardan greenbriar #jurdan #mine #the cruel prince #the wicked king #the queen of nothing

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Requested by anonymous: Hi how are you?! I admire your work and thank you for caring about your fans! Can I leave a request for JGY here? The reader (female, but can also be GN, I'll leave it up to you and your mood) suffers from Hematemesis (which is vomiting blood). Once, she and her leader go over to visit Lanling Jin for a meeting. Everything is going well, but the reader suddenly apologizes that she has to go outside. She then vomits blood outside and passes out due to bad breathing. The reader's leader is worried about where the reader has been for so long. JGS prompts JGY to look after the reader. After a while, he manages to find the reader and thinks that she was murdered when there was blood everywhere, but when he doesn't find any wound, he realizes what happened. So he decides to take care of the reader, as it starts to rain…

Pairing: Jin Guangyao x gn!reader

Word Count: 1.3k words

Jin Guangshan was an enigma, that much was certain. The meeting was boring enough as it was, but him trying to entertain others made it ten times worse. The drinks in front of you were untouched, much like the ones in front of Lan Xichen and Lan Zhan, and Guangshan had brought up toasting every few seconds. Yet you never raised your glass, your clan was against drinking alcohol no matter what and you were going to follow those rules no matter what.

It was halfway through the meeting that you felt an uncomfortable feeling in your stomach. It almost felt like your stomach was getting bloated, pushing against your ribs while your heart started to race ten times as fast. The feeling remained there for an hour, then it started creeping upwards to your throat. You coughed, covering your mouth with your sleeve. The red dots on the fabric made you instantly straighten up before turning your head.

"Zhongzhu, excuse me." You spoke to your sect leader before getting up after a short nod of acknowledgement, making your way out of the hall while still covering your mouth. Once out of reach, the coughing got worse as you reached the bottom of the stairs. You crouched down, holding your stomach with one hand while your other hand was still in front of your face as you tried to stop the stream of blood that was pouring from your mouth. Your robes were fully covered in blood at this point and your head was pounding immensely to the point that you felt like dying. Then again, guessing by the amount of blood pouring from your body, you might actually die today.

With another loud cough, you continued your way to hopefully reach your room and get your medication to press down your symptoms. You'd take time to heal later on, after the meeting of course. One problem, you never reached your room.

Not even close.

Guangyao made his way out of the room with a bow and a slight annoyance. The meeting was not finished, yet he was practically forced to leave. Now, he had nothing against you at all, but he was not keen on leaving the meeting while it still continued. He, like your clan leader, had noticed your long absence after your leave and he couldn't help but wonder why you were gone in the first place.

Thus he made his way through the halls, not really knowing where he was going. You could be anywhere and the Lanling building wasn't exactly small, so where on earth could you be. He just assumed that you were near your rooms, so he headed out there and hoped to find you somewhere in that area.

Well, after half an hour he did and it was quite a shock. You were laid on the ground, on your side, and blood surrounding you. If he didn't know any better, it would be a murder scene. Luckily, it wasn't one as he did not find any wounds to indicate so and poison would not work this quickly without any sign of suffocation or marks of poison. He crouched down, making sure that his robes didn't land in the blood as he checked your vitals.

Weak, but there nonetheless.

With a slight grimace, he lifted you up in his arms and sighed at the blood that now stained his sleeves. He opted to go to your room, he'd call a doctor in a second since he was not fit enough to carry you to the other side of the building. So with you on your bed, he started to search for any kind of wounds once more. Founding nothing once again, he wanted to call for a doctor but was stopped when he heard a cough. Your eyes were slowly opening before closing again as your hand raised to your throat, coughing softly again before going into a coughing fit. Guangyao as quickly by your side, helping you sit up before freezing as he noticed blood pouring from your mouth again.

"Did you get poisoned or something?" "No, no, no..." You coughed again before turning your head and grabbing a bottle from your bedside table, downing two pills that were in there.

"It's a condition I have, unfortunately." You confessed as you tried to sit up properly to start treating yourself just slightly. "My body keeps breaking, which causes these stupid bleedings... They don't happen frequently, but it still happens." You continue before letting your eyes close once again, focusing on your internal wounds while letting your energy circulate through your body. Once you spot where your wound was, you stopped and turned to Guangyao.

"Could you call the doctor? I really can't heal this one myself, too low on spiritual energy." You said with a soft chuckle before suddenly bowing your head, introducing yourself to him with a smile.

"I'll get you a do-" Guangyao was interrupted by a loud thunder, followed by loud rain crashing down. You turned your head, flinching at the next thunder strike that hit one of the many trees and setting it aflame just seconds later.

"I don't think it's wise to leave now..." "I have to agree." Guangyao said before turning to you again as you coughed a few times again. He stood up, sitting behind you before softly putting his hands on your shoulders. Now, once again, Guangyao wasn't the best fighter nor did he have a lot of energy stored in his body, but anything that could help you was worth it at this point. So when he released his energy from his hands and into your body, which made you sigh softly before you started circulating his along with your own energy. The discomfort in your body started to lessen with every minute, the internal wound was slowly healing and then the pain just stopped. With a heavy sigh, you leaned forward on your knees before sniffing as you looked back at Guangyao.

"Thanks... I feel a lot better now." You gave him a tired smile before turning around, leaning against the wall and staring at the other for a few seconds. It was then that you fully recognized him, he usually was the smartest in the room when meetings were happening. Unfortunately, you also knew that he was often underestimated due to his technical status as a bastard and thus hardly taken serious. You were glad that his father stood up for most of the good ideas that came from Guangyao, which in turn then got more accepted.

"Sorry that you're missing the meeting... I'm sure you prefer being there than here." You spoke, but he just returned it with a soft smile and shook his head.

"I can ask Xichen-gongzi about the rest of the meeting later, so do not worry. Right now you are a priority." He spoke gently and you couldn't help but blush at his statement, even when you knew that he meant nothing by it.

The room remained quiet as neither of you spoke, only the soft patter of rain outside to remind you that time hadn't frozen. Your eyes never faltered, remaining on Guangyao with slight fascination as you wondered what he was thinking of. Before you could, however, he stood up and walked to the doorway. The rain was almost finished, so he could leave without any problem.

"I'll send a doctor your way." Guangyao bows his head at you with a soft smile and you returned it with a smile of your own before watching him leave.

You hoped that the two of you would meet again someday.

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