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ratherbefangirling · 2 years

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you & I; pt.2 love me one more time

P R E V I O U S

Pairing: unspecified member x reader (I think Jungkook's very suitable)

Genre: poem fic, angst, drama, romance, exes to ??

Summary: our love is a tug of war, you pull me closer and I push you away

Warning: reader is alluded to having depression

His POV

I watch her as she talks to her friend my love

I watch every flicker of emotions on her face

Until I can't look anymore

And I turn away

I wait outside

The roses in my hand limping

I wait for the girls to come out

And as I wait I remember

Things I'm trying hard to forget

Simple things, stupid things

That you liked the weeds I collected for you

And insisted I ruin your hair with it

So I made my queen a crown

The only one I could give then

I still remember the heartbreaking smile you gave me

The one that had fixed a piece of my heart that I had deemed beyond repair among many others

You were scared the world would tear us apart

but

It was not the world who did that

No it was you

You were now out my love with your friend

And my breath still catches as I look at you

I can see the whimpers of your lips as you straighten them into a luminant smile

You hope to get the forgiveness

Do you really regret your lies

I don't know

I don't want to know

You make a sweet pair, you say

as if it pains you

Your friend may not notice

But I do

I can remember the girl who dipped her legs in the water

Watched the ripples for hours

In silence

As the sun kissed her skin

I wish I did

I still remember how you posed for my camera

But pictures can never do you justice

They cant capture

What makes you you

I remember how I'd taught you to swim

How those dainty arms had clinged scared to drown

Oh how

I wish they still did

I remember how you would shy away from my gaze

And yet how your eyes had such intensity

As if you didn't see my body but my soul

I remember how you had shied away from the first compliment I'd gifted you with

I had called you beautiful

I know what you are thinking as I hold her hand

And hand her those expensive overrated flowers

Flowers I knew you disliked

As I look at you

I can sense the questions you must be asking yourself

That I must have called her beautiful too

But my love I didn't

I know you fear my words were hollow lies

That because you abandoned me, I think of you as nothing but cruel

But you... are the most beautiful

Even if you always believe otherwise

Something I promise

I'll convince you

One day

Before the day you left me I thought I couldn't possibly love

you more

But I swear

I did

I swear

I do

I see the pain in your eyes

But

I walk her back your friend

I say nothing

into her house

She kisses me goodbye

I still wish it was you

But then I always do

She invites me inside

But all I can think is

She doesn't smell of rainforests like you did

I see you after a month

She doesn't taste like honey

In a ball gown standing all by yourself

You keep searching for something

Someone

Alone in a corner

But you forced me to be somebody else's prince

Tell me how can I save you now

I see your hair cascade like waterfalls and your lips are painted red

Your look like a chocolate diamond against the backdrop of sand

Your onyx gown glimmers in the dark

My love you are a shooting star

You greet and smile

It is not like you

Or the girl I knew

And I am not stupid enough to believe that

Every word you said was a lie

I can see them in your

Though sometimes when the night is dark and the pain feeds on my soul

Eyes

I take out the monsters stored in my closet

The pictures of you and me

And when my pain fuels my anger

I burnt them only to douse the flames with my hands

At least now my pain will leave scars for the world to see.

And as I bandage my hand I remember of the once

The time in what seems like

A different world when

you had done the same

and how your skin felt like cool marble

against my rough callused hands

As you speak to your friend the one

And how the only thing preventing our hands from touching was a piece of gauze

I abandoned last weekend

I only see the one who left me behind

I begged you

Begged you to stay

Not to leave me

Like this

Not to go away

But you didn't stop

Yet for you my love

I will beg again

Ask me and I'm yours

Do you think I didn't see your shoulders sag

Or watch you hide the tears that threatened to come back

You look at me

I see you look away

The day you left

Like you had the very first day

I took some paints and donned a mask for the world to see

Even though I was never good enough for you

Our love is stronger than to be broken by words

Even if you were the one who said them

Dont get me wrong

I would leave you the minute

You asked me

But how do I leave you

When you think it'll save me

Cant you see how this has

Completely ruined me

Dont you remember

We spoke with our eyes

Not with our toungues

Every declaration of love

We marked with hands

Not with words

And I know you hate yourself

For the boy you changed

And sometimes I hope you do

Hope that you feel the agony you put me through

But its not enough to bring you back

You think I have changed

So it doesnt matter

My love you should know better

I am still the boy you loved

Albeit a little grown up

I can still sense your regret

I can see you break

Even as you try to smile I know you are fading away

In the hole you created yourself

I can see it in the hollow eyes

And your curt replies

You want perfection but those standards are only for yourself

Why torture yourself like that

Aren't they

I've heard you stopped drawing

You stopped singing

I remember how when I had dozed of on that lazy afternoon and my nightmare catched up to me

You had sung

And the words made me think it was going to alright

As long as you were by my side

But then you left me

All the games we played

Together

As the sun shone through

The cottage window

By your side is your fiance

You always were two steps ahead before I could take one

The ring on your finger weighs you down

But I know you secretly like that piece of jewelry

How could you not for it was what I

Who had asked him to pick it

for you

He calls me

His closest confidant and newest friend

The games I have learned to play

I learnt from the best

I can see how he looks at you

But he only sees what you want him to see

He doesn't know it wasn't you who choose him

But your family

The reason you couldn't choose me

I know when you look at him

You pretend it's me

Or who you thought I was

Because if you knew

Then you would realize it

Wouldnt be so easy to get rid of me

When I wake up in my empty bed the next day

I never give up so easily

I miss the warmth of you

The scent of you

I lie on my back and stare

At the ceiling

Do you

Miss me

Your sketchbook now lies in the closet

So do your pictures I had almost burnt in rage

Sometimes when I look in the mirror

I see you sitting and admiring me from the bed

But it is only a hallucination

The next time

I see you

as you talk to him

You are dressed in grey

Wont you tell me

Whose loss do you mourn

Do those colors represent your moods

Do you still love mismatched accessories

(Why then you doubt if we make a lovely pair)

Seemed so meaningful to you

I still remember

How my vague pictures

You asked me to tell you why I had painted my skin

Nobody has asked me that ever since

All the company I kept to forget you reminds me of you

on my skin the remain

the initials of our name

Which have kept us together

Even when we are far away

They kept me whole

Kept me sane

But if falling in love is madness

He asks you every question I planted in his head

Then sanity is not for me

He didn't believe at first

I told him that you didn't love him

Then I told him to ask

A question whose answer you wouldn't twist

I listen as he talks to you

Have you ever loved some one , he questions

What in the world brought this question, you answer

My friend told me his friend loved someone who loved another and since we are to be married I need to know if..., he let the words hang

I see you take in a breath

No no I haven't, you say

I expected as much

And I had warned it to him

Did you ever need someone so much that it broke you, he asked

I can imagine the pain that flashes in your eyes

I am sorry

My heart

But this

You brought it upon yourself

Left me with no choice

He had to loose you before I could win you

I know

You aren't an object

You aren't a price

But the day you stole my heart

You should have known

My ribs would lock you up

And I was never the one who'd let you go

Each pain I give you

I get bruised

But you left me no option

But to play this game

You may have started it

But I would end it

I promise

You know I never break them

I remember the girl who sat on the window and read for hours

The girl who painted my dreadful world into a midsummer dream

The girl who accepted her flaws, always wishing she didn't have any

But still let the world taunt her for it

The girl who sang and hummed for hours as we lay together

The girl who had the patience to listen to every single stupid thing I could possibly say and make me seem the wisest the best

The girl who told me it was ok

Ok to be broken

Told me perfection was boring

Told me beauty was what I made it

I'm sorry I have to hurt you this way

I'm sorry

But I know when his haze ends

He'll kill the soul inside your body

He'll walk away

And you won't stop him

You will accept it as karma

I can't let you do that to yourself

I won't let that happen

Won't let them hurt you

Won't let you orchestrate

Your ruin

I love you too much

Just not more than you

You loved me enough to let me go

I did once, you reply

I love you enough to never let go

I see you have found out a way

Who, his fingers clench in anger

Does it matter. Is this the extent of your love. Is this it the end of confidence the trust you had placed in me , I can hear your anger

Your disappointment

You didn't tell me, you didn't tell me about it about him, is he why you cry alone when you think nobody sees ,is he the reason your eyes seem so empty, why you drown in misery, why every word of love I say you don't believe it you think I'll leave you like he Did, he replies

No I left him, you confess

I left him , you repeat

Like you are reminding yourself

And not him

to this he has nothing to say

He sighs running a hand through his hair

Tell me who was he, he asks

Do you really want to know

Whose heart I broke

I know it seems impossible, you say

Why do you downplay yourself so much my love

Why dont you understand how beautiful you are sweetheart

You are still with him mentally, he says

He was someone who saw me for me and understood and didn't leave. I told you I dont believe in forevers , you say simply

He waits until he realizes that is all you'll tell him

You still didn't give him my name

I wonder why

Does it hurt you to say it

Do you know I chant your name like a hymn

He nods briskly and leaves

He doesn't watch you sit stoically and then leave to go to the empty playground outside the restaurant and scream

Until you are a mess

I watch you as your wheezing becomes breathing

You lie on the ground

I watch you losing

Consciousness

I watch you lie on the earth and sleep

I pick you up

I'm sorry I did this

You are lighter

Even though it's been years since I held you

You fit against me perfectly

You wake up in the middle of the night

Startled to find me dozing on my chair against the bed

Water?, you whisper

How much I had missed that voice

I pass it wordlessly

Scared to watch you startle at the sound of my voice

Have I become a stranger to you

The stranger you had once know so intimately

I need to wash my face, you say

I nod and lead you towards the bathroom

I pass you clothes

The once you wear now dirtied by the earth

I can hear the splash of water against your face

I can imagine the drops racing on your skin

You never dried your face only your hands because they were cold

I always held them so I could warm you up

I dont think you'd let me now

I sit on my bed

All I can think of is how my beds warm without me touching it

And how your scent lingers

I heat up some food for you

And you sit on the table

This is something I've wanted to do for so long

I still doubt it's true

Just you and me together

Not for a few hours in a cabin

But in our house

For a forever

You did it didn't you, you ask me as I put the plate in front of you

I Did, I say without hesitation

You say nothing and chew on your food

And why should I hesitate

My love is neither a secret nor a crime

And I see how good my clothes look on you

But why ? you have everything you could ask for why risk this all, you ask tired

For you , I tell you

I could have lied, you tell me

I know

I told him the truth so he doesn't have to hear it from you, you say

Was my love so meaningless to you, I want to ask

But that's a question for another day

But you didnt, I tell you softly.

I didnt, you confirm unsure but I guess I know why

I drop you to your house

I watch you leave

And once again I'm back at that

Old abandoned house

Begging you to stay

That house was my escape from a dreadful world

I haven't been there since

I never knew houses had heartbeats

But now

You have become my home

You turn

Tell me without you how am I to live

Without you now

As if this time

You heard

That silent plea

I drive away leaving you soaked in the rain

All I wish is that we could

End the misery and start again

I now stand at the altar

That the world wouldn't come inbetween us.

It's the day of the wedding

I wonder if I ask you

Would you run away with me

I watch as the smile decorates your face

You look so happy

He looks at his wife

He has achieved what I fought for this long

Love and peace

I stand beside and watch you

Approach this sacred place

You look beautiful my love

You look at your friend

In her wedding gown

And I know what you are thinking

One day I promise we'll be in this place

And it'll be our wedding

Our declaration

Our victory

We will keep it at that old abandoned house

And let people wonder why

It will be our secret

But honestly

I dont mind where when and how we have it

I just want to call you mine

And at the end two people should be together

That is you and I

As the party wears on

I slip to your side

You place your head on my shoulder

It's so dreamy I'm so happy for them, you say

Our wedding will be better, I promise to the both of us

Always wanting the better things, you joke and I swear I see stars in your eyes

But then you are my whole universe

I choose you didn't I, is what I say before I kiss your forhead

And you choose me

I can't believe it sometimes

When I wake up in the morning

To see you asleep

I can't believe it

When you dont mind holding my hand infront of everybody

Can't believe it

Its hard to believe even after all this time

I get to be with you

It feels like a dream , I tell you

A dream that came true

You correct

Will you be my always, I ask

You laugh

Forever, you promise.

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lokigayforhela · 2 years

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Hi could you do a part 2 where Hela kidnaps the reader? The Avengers find the reader and Hela getting married or something like that? I really loved it. Please and thank you with Fenris in the wedding with a cute green bow.

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A/N: I’m not gonna lie, I’m really surprised that after so much time, I got a request for a second part to this fic, but I really hope that I did your idea justice. Enjoy~

WC: 3397

Rating: G

TW: None

If you were being honest with yourself, you weren’t entirely sure how you’d let Hela convince you into having an actual wedding.

When she’d mention that not even having rings and just saying that being married would be enough for her, you’d thought… well, that it would be enough. But you supposed that there was some little part of Hela, in the back of her mind, that had wanted, or perhaps expected due to her royal upbringing, that a wedding would eventually happen at some point.

It had been mostly wishful thinking, at first, you were almost certain. A stray comment here and there about how nice it would be to get dressed up and have a wedding, or a passing thought about what you or she might look like in gowns meant for a wedding.

You hadn’t really thought much of it all, until she’d finally turned to you while you were settling in for the night, reaching across the bed to take your hands in hers.

“Y/N… I know we said that… that we didn’t need anyone else to… to know that we’re married. That it would be just for us to know, and that I’d be okay with that… But I… I can’t stop thinking about what a real wedding would be like.”

You’d nodded along slowly with her, but hadn’t said anything, knowing she likely had more to add.

“And it doesn’t really have to be anything big. It can just be you and me and Fenris. Although we’d have to have someone to officiate the ceremony, as it were. Witnesses are… well, I think we could manage without them, given that we were considering ourselves married anyway with no sort of pretense or formal propriety whatsoever, but-”

“Okay.”

“I really think that this would just be a fun thing to do together, and-”

“Hela.”

“I won’t be mad at you if you say no. I know we said we didn’t need anything like this, I just-”

“Hela.”

Hela had finally seemed to notice that you were speaking then, and she’d stopped mid-sentence, blinking at you in slight surprise.

“We’ll do it.”

You’d been almost certain she hadn’t believed you, with the look she’d given you then. “…yeah?”

And you’d smiled and nodded. “Yeah.”

Okay, so maybe it hadn’t been difficult for Hela to convince you into having a wedding, but it was daunting to think about, now that you were actually faced with the event.

To be fair, Hela had done most of the hard work. She’d sought out someone in the village that could serve as an officiant for the wedding, and she’d commissioned simple wedding bands to be made for the two of you, and had found someone to (very secretively) make a gown for each of you for the ceremony, but there was still a part of you that found the whole thing anxiety-inducing.

Or perhaps the real problem was that things were simply going differently than you’d always thought that they would. Growing up, you’d imagined a ceremony with a bunch of family and friends, and a big extravagant party with far too much alcohol and terrible dancing. Instead you had been kidnapped a wooed by a literal princess, swept off your feet, and were now in the middle of planning an intimate affair to seal the deal legally. Two very different concepts that your mind kept warring against each other.

Your nerves didn’t settle in any way until the morning of the ceremony, when you finally got to see the gown Hela had had made for you. It was long and flowing, and your favorite color. It fit in all the right places, and cascaded around you in the most beautiful waterfall of fabric, and it was so perfectly and entirely you that you had to smile. Hela paid attention. She knew what you liked, knew what made you feel comfortable and happy.

And that, you wagered, was the true meaning behind all of this. A small way for Hela to prove that, no matter what, she was always going to be on your side. Even if the start of your relationship had been rocky and awkward and strange.

And you loved her all the more for it.

So you set aside all of your hesitant reservations, and dressed yourself in the gown, and waited for Fenris to come back into the cabin to escort you outside to where Hela would be waiting for you.

You didn’t have to wait very long.

No sooner had you finished checking your reflection in the mirror did you hear the sound of Fenris padding into the room, and you poked your head out, grinning when you saw that an emerald green bowtie had been fixed around her neck.

“Don’t you just look adorable,” you cooed, hands already outstretched to scratch her face as you walked over to her. “Yeah… You’re my best girl, aren’t you? My very best girl! Yes, you are.” You scratched her for as long as she’d let you, and you thought she likely would have let you for a solid half hour, if there hadn’t been more pressing matters that had left her drawing back after only a minute, snuffing out a short breath as she gestured her head toward the door.

“Alright, alright. I’m coming.” You beamed as you walked over to the door, Fenris at your side. “Tell me, Fen, is she breathtaking? Am I going to cry? I’m probably going to cry.”

Fenris only snorted in response, and nudged her nose against your cheek, and you smiled even more, nuzzling her gently before pulling away. “Okay. Let’s go get married, I guess.”

With one final deep breath, you straightened, and stepped out into the garden.

And subsequently froze where you stood, jaw dropping at the sight before you.

“Y/N! We’ve been looking for you for eighteen months!”

All you could do was blink dumbly as Loki ran to you, embracing you so hard that for a moment you thought they’d knocked the wind out of.

“Are you alright? Has she done anything to you? Spells, enchantments? Poison?”

For a long moment, you simply couldn’t comprehend why Loki was so distressed and fussy over you. And then you remembered. You had very much been kidnapped without so much as a note or anything to let them know that Hela had you, and-

Hela.

You drew back from Loki so that you could see where Hela was, and you found her very awkwardly being held by Thor, who was pressing Stormbreaker against the side of her face akin to the way one would hold someone at knifepoint.

And for what it was worth, she did look absolutely breathtaking, in a gown of emerald velvet (that matched Fenris’ bow), that fit her like a perfectly-tailored glove.

It was just that at the moment, you were a little concerned that that gown would soon be blood-soaked, and that scared you more than anything else.

“…what are you…? How did you find me?” you finally managed, tearing your gaze from Hela only after she’d given you a slight nod to let you know that she was okay. You hesitated for a moment before adding, “…please don’t hurt her.”

“It… We… Don’t hurt her? I’m sorry, did you just ask us not to hurt our bloodthirsty sister who kidnapped you in some thinly-veiled attempt to get me and Loki together in one place so she could kill us? Which, by the way, isn’t going to work.”

You could see Hela fighting the urge to hold her head in her hands, while you lost against the urge to face-palm.

“Looks like it actually did, you oaf,” Hela taunted, which definitely did not help her case, as Thor shifted his grip on Stormbreaker a little. “Anyway, I didn’t do any of that to lure you here into some sort of trap.”

You could see the skepticism plainly on both of her siblings’ faces as they considered that.

“A likely story,” Thor finally said after some time, and you wanted to laugh a little. It was good to see that Thor was still… well, Thor.

“It’s true, if you’d just let Hela go and give us a moment to explain what’s going on, maybe you’d find it in you to believe us,” you insisted, crossing the garden so that you could go to Hela, who was still being held tightly by Thor.

“Look, space nerds, maybe we should let Y/N talk.”

You jolted at the sound of Tony’s voice, having not realized that he was also there, and you turned around to see not only him, but Nat, Steve, and Bruce, as well.

“…how did you all get here? What’s going on?”

Nat huffed out a laugh. “How about you talk first, then we’ll talk. Deal?”

That seemed fair enough to you, so you nodded once. “Deal. But you let Hela go.” You turned back to look at Thor. “Please?”

He still seemed wary at the idea, but after a tense stare-off he finally heaved a sigh and let Stormbreaker drop to the side. In seconds, Hela was close to you, pressing her forehead to yours and cupping your face gently.

“Darling, are you alright?” she murmured, voice hardly above a whisper.

“Yes, are you?”

“Yes.”

“Okay, we need answers. Spill.”

It seemed Tony was still very much Tony, as well.

You looked back at Hela, eyebrows raised in a silent question of who should do the explaining, but at Hela’s hesitant glance at her siblings, who were still close enough to grab her if necessary, you nodded, taking her hand in yours before facing the group.

“Long story short, Hela wanted to court me, so she did and we’re in love, and now we’re getting married.”

“Trying to,” Hela grumbled under her breath, and you squeezed her hand gently to remind her to stay calm.

The entire group blinked in you at response.

And then all began to speak over each other.

“Court you?!”

“I’m sorry, I’m really confused here.”

“Isn’t she really deadly?”

Unable to take it anymore, you took a step forward, raising your voice to be heard over everyone else. “SHUT IT.”

That did the job, and everyone looked back at you, and it was silent for a long moment before Tony finally spoke again.

“Care to make that short story a little longer?”

You winced, already knowing how it was going to sound to everyone once you explained it.

Eventually, you nodded again, pressing your lips together while you tried to decide how to word what you wanted to say without making Hela sound absolutely insane.

“Hela brought me here because she wanted to court me,” seemed like a good place to start, but apparently wasn’t enough for the group as they shared a concerned glance.

“Like… kidnapped you and brought you here?” Bruce asked, looking bewildered, and a little frightened.

“…if you want to be technical about it, sure,” you mumbled, though you knew they could hear you.

“And you just… went along with it?” The incredulity in Steve’s voice stung for some reason you couldn’t quite place.

“I mean, I woke up on a strange planet without anyone or anything to save me, and no way to contact you lot, what was I supposed to do?”

You had a point, and the expressions of the Avengers showed as much. When they didn’t say anything further, you decided to continue.

“Anyways, Hela told me what her plans were, and… I admit, at first, I was extremely alarmed and very confused about what was happening and why it was, but…” You looked at Hela, face softening into a gentle smile. “But then I got to know Hela, and… we really hit it off, and one thing led to another and… well, here we are.” You shrugged a shoulder as you looked back at the group, who were wearing expressions that ranged from confusion to disbelief to mildly interested consideration.

“So, she pulled a Beauty and the Beast on you, essentially?” Nat asked after a pregnant silence.

You laughed. “That’s exactly what I said!”

“I still don’t know what that means,” Hela pitched in from your side, and you couldn’t help but to shake your head fondly. “Can someone please explain that to me?”

“It’s a movie about a beast that keeps a girl in his castle because he wanted to keep her father there, but she took his place, and then over time they fell in love, and it turned out the beast was only a beast because of a curse, and when they fell in love, it broke, and he turned back into human, and why am I explaining the plot of a Disney film to a grown woman who never left her teenage emo phase?”

That only made Hela’s brow furrow even more, and you rolled your eyes.

“The point is, Hela, not to judge a book by its cover.”

Hela nodded slowly. “You mean like how my siblings tried to kill me without even trying to get know me or why I was doing what I was doing?”

You pursed your lips together, eyes going wide as you looked between Hela and her siblings, hoping this wouldn’t lead to a fight.

Thor raised a finger, opening his mouth to argue, but whatever he was going to say seemed to die on his tongue.

“I hate to admit it, brother, but I think she’s right,” Loki admitted, looking as sheepish as you imagined Loki could. “Maybe we should have had a nice chat with her over tea before jumping straight to killing her and Asgard alongside her.”

Thor dropped his finger and sighed heavily, passing Stormbreaker between hands in what looked like a somewhat regretful, embarrassed gesture. “…I suppose you’re right.”

He reached over, then, to put a hand on Hela’s shoulder, with enough force that she actually jolted a bit, amusing you to no end.

“Sister, I’m sorry that I never took the time to listen to you, or to hear your side of the story.”

“And I’m sorry that I agreed with him,” Loki added, which earned them a grumpy glare from Thor. “We should have talked to you. Gotten to know you. You’re our sister, after all.”

Hela said nothing, but eventually gave a single nod, and Thor and Loki each did the same. You figured that was the best you were going to get; of the three of them, only Thor was truly keen on hugging things out, so a pat on the back and an understanding nod would be the extent of patching things between them.

“…not that this family trauma therapy circle isn’t absolutely blowing my mind, but… are we… done here?” Tony asked, ever impatient-to-a-fault.

It earned him an elbow in the side from both Steve and Nat.

“Actually…” you started, looking between everyone in the group. “…I’d like it very much if you could stay for the ceremony. We didn’t really have witnesses, anyway. Hela, are you ready?”

You looked over to her, squeezing her hand gently as she smiled at you. “I’ve been ready all day. This lot’s who ruined.”

You huffed out a laugh, looking around the garden with your brow furrowed. “Um… Where did the…?”

As if on cue, the person you assumed was officiating the wedding popped his head out from behind a tree on the far side of the cottage. “Right here. My apologies, I didn’t want to, ah… get in the way of…” He gestured his hand in the vague direction of everyone standing there. “…that…”

Everyone laughed at that, seeming to finally relax after the intensity of the last few minutes, and you watched as all of your friends gathered themselves together off to the side so they could watch. It made your heart warm, to know that your friends accepted what had happened and didn’t seem to care about the strange circumstances.

By the time you looked back at Hela, she was already looking at you, holding both of your hands as she smiled softly down at you. “You really do look stunning, Y/N. That dress looks perfect on you.”

“You don’t look so bad yourself, you know,” you teased, and then fell silent as the officiant began to speak.

The entire ceremony felt like it went by in mere seconds. All you could focus on, all you could see and feel and want was Hela, looking back at you with more love in her eyes than you could bear, and before you knew it, you were stumbling your way through the marriage vows, and exchanging the rings Hela had had made.

They were gold and simple and beautiful, and it felt like the purest form of magic was forming between the two of you as you each carefully slipped the rings on each other’s fingers.

And then you were told you could kiss each other, and your breath caught in your throat as Hela cupped your face with a gentleness expressly reserved for you, drawing you close so that she could press a lingering kiss to your lips that felt like coming home and starting on an adventure all at once, and you never wanted that feeling to end.

You hoped that it didn’t.

As you separated, you could hear the entirety of your friends applauding and cheering, the loudest being Thor, which somehow did and didn’t surprise you. But it made you feel whole. The next moment, Fenris had come up to you, with so much force that it nearly knocked the both of you over as you laughed and scratched behind her ears and under her chin.

Once the officiant deemed the ceremony officially over, you both thanked him as he took his leave, and you couldn’t stop smiling as Hela turned back to you, lifting your hand so she could press a kiss to the back of it.

“What a day, huh?”

“Mm.” You leaned into her as she wrapped her arms around you, and you couldn’t resist going for another kiss, desperate to get lost in her again.

It wasn’t until you heard someone clear their throat that you realized you very much still had an audience.

You turned back to look at the Avengers, all of whom were smiling as they came up to you and Hela, each of them talking over each other as they congratulated you and Hela and apologized for coming in gun’s ablaze and ready to start a fight.

It was chaotic and loud, but it was familiar, and for the first time in a long time, you felt a pang of homesickness.

“We’d love to have you come back home, you know. Even if it’s just for a visit,” Loki insisted after conversation had died down to a murmur between everyone else.

“…Hela’s home is here. And I don’t want to take her away from that. And it’s just as much mine now, too, anyway.”

“I understand.” Despite their honesty, you could hear the sadness on the edge of Loki’s tone.

“This won’t be the last time you see me. Or her.” You nodded in the direction of Hela, who was actually having a civil conversation with Thor while he showed off his axe to her. “I’ll talk her into a visit. I’m sure I can persuade her.”

Loki made a face. “Ew, I don’t want to hear about what you do with my sister.”

You rolled your eyes and shoved their shoulder, but couldn’t stop grinning regardless.

Eventually, the group decided it was time to go back home and explain everything that happened, and the time came to bid goodbye to all of your friends, which proved harder to do than you expected, and as you stood watching their ship take off, you couldn’t help but to feel sad, watching them go.

“You could have gone back with them, you know.”

You looked up at Hela, who had her arms settled around your waist as she watched the sky, and shook your head.

“You’re my home now. You have been for a while now. And we can always go visit them later.” You grinned a bit. “I want you all to myself now.”

Hela smirked. “Oh, is that so? Shall we… head inside then?”

You beamed, leaning up to kiss her gently. “I thought you’d never ask.”

#Hela x reader #Hela Odinsdottir x reader #Hela #Hela Odinsdottir #Marvel #fluff #Tiny bit of angst #kinda?#yeah #feat. Thor #feat. Loki #feat. Tony Stark #feat. Steve Rogers #feat. Bruce Banner #feat. Natasha Romanoff #icequeen2021 #submission #thank you for the prompt!#Ela writes

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spencersawkward · 3 years

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Hii I'm backkk but can I request a little shower sex fic with mgg and he finds out reader has a choking kink? No Dom vibes but just reader loves to be choked and doesn't know how to ask? Maybe a praise kink tho? Please and thank you! 💕🙈

yes fs! y'all i had the shittiest day today lol but writing this made me feel so much better :) anyway i hope i did your concept justice!

summary: Matthew comes home early and tries something new with reader.

content warnings: unprotected penetrative sex, choking, praise kink, finger-fucking, masturbation, creampie. pretty much just pure smut.

word count: 2.1k

the water turns hot beneath my fingers as I stand in the middle of the bathroom, my clothes still on. it's been an exhausting day and the only thing on my mind is the image of scalding water on my skin. after being pulled from one meeting to the next without much of a break, all I need is some relief. I feel as though my limbs have been stretched like taffy.

I watch the steam start to issue from the shower, inhale deeply as the air gets warmer. I let my hair down and begin to strip off the garments that have kept me prisoner all day. there's an actual sigh that comes from my chest once I'm completely naked, just looking at myself in the mirror.

I'm about to hop in when I hear something of a commotion downstairs. Matthew was supposed to be at work until later this evening, so my heart stops at the sound of the front door slamming shut.

"Y/N!" the sound of his voice sets me at ease. I feel a small, excited smile spread over my face. I've been thinking about him all day, daydreaming during meetings, even. we've been together for a while, now, but the idea of him still fills my stomach with butterflies.

"about to hop in the shower!" I open the bathroom door and call out to him. his footsteps get closer and closer until Matthew is standing right in front of me, tall and pretty and grinning. the top button of his shirt is open. his eyes flicker over my figure and I go to hug him.

"hi, beautiful girl." he kisses the top of my head while he wraps his arms around my waist. he smells like fresh air and that cologne I like.

"hi." I force myself to pull away, look at him more closely.

"I wasn't expecting this." he refers to my naked greeting, though not unappreciatively. I giggle.

"oh zip it, mister," I turn and grab his hand, tugging him with me into the bathroom. his eyebrows rise at the sight of the steam that's starting to fill the space, but I speak before he can tease. “do you wanna join me?"

he's already taking off his clothes. the shirt goes first, slipping over that delicious torso and landing on the counter. then the pants, the mismatched socks, the boxers. I bite down on my lip as I watch, every feature mine for the taking. he straightens up and smiles.

"what?" he asks. I step closer and touch his face. my eyes must be the size of saucers right now, so in love and full of stars, although I couldn't care less.

"I'm just glad you're here."

he gazes at me a moment, placing his fingers over mine and turning his head to kiss my palm.

"I'm also glad that I'm here," he laughs. I snatch my hand away jokingly, but he takes it again. "ready?"

he opens the shower door and I brush past, yelping a bit when he slaps my ass on the way in. he avoids the waterfall at first, wincing when a couple stray drops land on his skin. "that's way too hot, baby."

"mmm," I frown, but turn the knob to cool it down. "fine."

"I missed you." he tucks a piece of hair behind my ear while I stand beneath the waterfall. his eyes follow the rivulets pouring over the curves of my body, hungry to touch me in the same way. I pull him to me, dragging him under the narrow shower stream.

"I missed you, too." the words come out between kisses. I love winding my fingers through his curls when they're all wet; they get plastered to his forehead in this funny way that's simply too adorable. his hands tug my waist closer, one of them moving down to grab my butt.

"yeah?" he slides his tongue over my bottom lip. "how are you doing?"

"honestly," I remove my mouth just enough for us to nuzzle our noses. "kind of shitty."

"noo," it's said like a whine as he pouts. "what happened?"

"can I tell you later? I don't really wanna think about it right now."

"of course," he smiles gently, once again pressing our lips together in a smooth, delicate swoop. "would you rather think about the fact that we're both naked?" his tongue finds my earlobe. "and we have all--" over my throat. "night--" his stubble brushes my shoulder. "long?"

my knees go weak.

"yes, please." I hum with satisfaction as the pad of his thumb brushes over my nipple. I can feel his erection against my stomach, begging to be touched. and all I want to do is give him something, but he's got all attention on me right now. cupping my ass and holding me to him, grinding our bodies together slightly.

he lets out a lazy groan into my neck before sinking his teeth in. he stops himself, however, to reach between us and run his middle finger down my slit. I hiss in a breath when he pauses at my clit.

"you're so wet." he smirks. I blush and resist the urge to hit him playfully for the stupid double entendre. he's cute.

"ridiculous." I laugh, but it turns into a high-pitched moan because he starts to play with my pussy like it's his fucking job. the water streaming down my back only adds to the sensation. warmth all around me when I grab his forearm as it rests over my stomach. I need it for stability, even as his index dips into my entrance with ease.

"you want more?" he's dexterous in his movements, finding ways to stimulate me while sliding in and out at the same time. I move against his touch and he inserts another digit. my eyes roll into the back of my head. I couldn't speak if I tried; he's too good.

"I love how you feel around my fingers." he moans in my ear. I let go of his arm to find his cock, grabbing the base, starting to jerk him off. he moans at the contact and starts to fuck my hand while getting me off simultaneously. I look up at him while he does it, water droplets sliding off the edge of my nose from the steady stream of hot water. his lips are swollen from claiming me. I wish that I could touch and capture this image all at once, the way he looks.

I feel myself nearing the edge as the rhythm of his circles gets more intense. my legs are slightly shaky but the knowledge that I've got his dick in my grasp is enough to keep me standing. I love pleasuring Matthew. he's so confident and sweet all the time that when he comes undone, it's like watching a painting come together. every line and complexity of his expression is more vivid.

I gasp as I fall apart on him.

"I'm--" I whimper, sighing as I cum. he smirks eagerly, increasing his pace still as if to torture me with another orgasm.

"good girl," he murmurs, entranced. "keep cumming."

"fuck me--" I inhale. "fuck me now."

"don't have to ask me twice." he smiles, removing himself and pushing me against the wall of the shower. the cold tiles cause goosebumps to travel over my skin, but they're quickly forgotten as Matthew kisses me and holds my leg up.

"tell me if you want me to change positions, okay?" he mutters as he aligns himself. even in his sexual stupor, he makes sure I'm comfortable. we never have shower sex because it's usually impractical; this is a special occasion. I nod and then his tip is pushing into me. he's quick to sheathe himself, dropping his head onto my shoulder and letting out a loud, lascivious moan.

"oh my fucking god." he breathes, starting to thrust. I dig my nails into his shoulders from the intensity.

"that's so deep." I moan. he's pleased with that thought, going a little harder to brush over my cervix.

"there it is." he chuckles darkly at the sound of my heavy breathing, knowing he's found that spot. his fingers slip over my waist, grasping roughly at me in the wetness of the shower. somehow, he's still careful. I buck for more and he whimpers at the feeling of my impatient body. all I want is to cum on him again, and I know he wants to find that release.

"you're perfect." his movements are so well-executed, our stomachs and chests pressed together. I'm standing on my tiptoes for him, but it's not uncomfortable. he's holding one leg up for better access. my back moves up the wall at the force of him.

"fuck..." I throw my head back against the tile and Matthew's eyes flicker to my hickey-scattered neck. he bites his lip.

"pretty marks." he smirks. I look at him deeply for a moment, at the vein in his forehead and the tense of his shoulders as he fucks me, and I feel the pressure build in my stomach. I know what I need and I've never shared it before-- but god, do I need it. I don't know how to tell him where.

instead, my hand finds his, guiding it up to my throat. his fingers wrap around the column slowly and he raises his eyebrows.

"you want me to choke you, sweetheart?" he asks, pace getting faster. I nod. he follows through, tightening his grip just enough to allow me the room to breathe without imposing too much, and I feel myself get even more aroused. Matthew keeps glancing between his touch to the euphoric smile on my face, and he goes harder on me.

"you look so fucking beautiful like that," he pants. every time his hips slam into mine, I feel myself losing control. "with my hand around your throat."

I squirm and hold onto his arm again for balance while he works me like he knows my body better than I do. he lifts my leg a little higher and the angle changes slightly, causing us to both let out pleasured noises.

"always so tight for me." he holds our foreheads together and swallows my heavy breaths. we move so easily, him and I. like we've always done this. we fit together. I can't get enough of his skin.

"Matthew..." I whine, trying so hard to meet his thrusts. he's fucking enormous as he stretches my walls. the first time we had sex, he wasn't able to get all the way inside until we had almost reached our climaxes. but now I'm always able to take him. even though he sometimes leaves a dull ache in the morning.

"too tight?" he asks carefully, removing the pressure. I shake my head and bring it back to me. he lets out something like a laugh, although he's too wrapped up in his pleasure to really commit to it. "tighter?"

"mhmm." I love how it feels, as though he's boxing me in. it's just him and I, my touch wandering over his back. I squeeze around him to feel the warm pressure moving into me.

"that's my girl." Matthew smiles, using his grip on my neck to lift my mouth to his for a kiss. I moan as he continues to hit my g-spot over and over, the feeling almost blinding. if we could stay like this, his body shoving so voraciously, forever, I would be happy.

every moment is electrified. I can feel his cock in the deepest part of me while he moans my name and drowns me in compliments, his thrusts starting to get erratic. his thumb is rubbing gently over the skin of my neck in a gesture of tenderness, even as he just slightly cuts off my airway. it's heavenly. we hold eye contact.

"such a sweet girl." he's messy and I can't stop whimpering as I start to pulse around his length. I feel my orgasm coming fast and hard, like a wave, and the stress from earlier washes away from my muscles. every place he touches is like the unwinding of a string, a loosening that I've been needing.

"I'm close." I whisper. his thrusts are pushing me up the wall so hard that my toes leave the ground a little. I'm not complaining as he propels his body to mine.

"me, too, baby. cum on it." he groans at the pulsating sensations, his lips pressed to my cheek while he lets out sinful, delightful noises. I pull him under the tide, clenching my pussy around him again and again until he shudders and his jaw drops.

"oh fuck, baby..." he moans in my ear. I can feel his seed inside, him stilling as the muscles in his shoulders jump. my fingers loop around his neck to help support him while he loses it all, and I can feel the quickness of his pulse. his grip lowers from my neck and then we're just caught in a warm embrace in the shower, breathing in steam and the scent of our skin.

"wow." I run my fingers through his hair.

"I had no idea you were into that." he lifts his head to smile a little at me.

"I didn't know if you would be okay with it." I shrug.

"it's hot." he smiles and we start to kiss all over again, just the two of us.

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demwhore · 4 years

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Hands to Myself (L.DH)

Pairing: Lee Donghyuck x Female Reader

highschool au

Description: You swore to yourself that you will stay devoted to the one and only Mark Lee, or not?

words ➙ 7k

genre ➙ romance, angst

warnings➙ profanities, fist fight, scenes of making-out, mark is a red flag

A/N ➙ for hyuck’s bday. I dedicate these to @jaextapose, this is the hyuck fic I promised you. @imoonstarstuff i hope you will love this! I apologize for some grammatical errors. Happy Reading!

Can't keep my hands to myself. No matter how hard I'm trying to.

Who is your crush? Mark Lee. Who do you love? Mark Lee. Who’s the one your heart is yearning for? Mark Lee. Who is your baby? Mark Lee. Whose name are you shouting in the corridors? Mark Lee. The reason why you’ve got detention, because you choose to watch him practice rather than attend your Biology Class? Mark Lee. Does he know you? Of course. Does he like you? Uhm, no. Does he love you? Now that is offensive, Fuck no.

Mark Lee knows about you, but for him, you were just a childhood friend and neighbor. But you were more than determined to snatch his neck and heart.

Tottering inside your room, you mumbled, “Ah!” you flicked a finger and your friend rolled her eyes, “Operation 101, steal Mark’s attention!” you said in a matter of a fact. You stood there, chin up high in confidence.

Krystal frowned, “Bitch, how? Mark is busy and doesn’t even spare everyone a glance, let alone you!” Krystal pressed. You acted as if you didn’t hear her reality slapping rants. In fact, you don’t give a shit. You just stared at your phone’s wallpaper dreamily, a satisfied sigh leaving your luscious lips, a live photo of Mark. To you, he wasn’t just Mark Lee, more like an angel who has a questionable love for watermelons. You reminded yourself to stop by the grocery and to give him a watermelon, as a bait for the incoming prom.

You gave her a grin, all your teeth showing, “If he rejects me, then I will pursue him,” you paused and plopped down your bed, Krystal following your figure.

“Again.”

Krystal shook her head in disbelief.

Legends say, If your crush doesn’t like you, then consider forcing them to like you back. And you strongly believe in Newton’s third law of motion, For every action, there is an equal reaction. A watermelon for Mark’s attention.

You transferred schools because of your father’s profession, one which included moving from one state to another. You were outgoing, so socializing in a new and unknown environment was easy for you. In a span of a short time, you’d quickly adapt to your surroundings. But as soon as your father would announce, you’ll be moving places, again, you’d have no choice but to start the socializing pace again. And you were never tired of doing it repeatedly. As you proclaim, you were a social butterfly.

But all your talkativeness crumpled and disappeared when your new neighbors was invited for dinner. The Lee’s entered your house, they were so kind and calm. Your family got along with the Lee’s in an instant. They had two sons, of which, one you love and one you hate. Across from your seat you saw him, Mark Lee. And there, from that moment, your tongue got tied, your parents even thought, you were sick. Because (Y/N) never shuts up and would find every opportunity to talk. But Mark Lee made you. It was a glamorous moment that you were gaping at Mark that night, but one would always spoil the moment, calling you out.

“You have drool over your table napkin.” You snapped out of your strance and glared at the boy beside Mark. Lee Donghyuck. He was a year younger than his older brother—he had a golden tone, his moles remind you of your favorite constellations, his lips are plump unlike Mark’s, and even though you hated to admit, he is handsome, very handsome.

You snapped, “Excuse me, I don’t drool.”

Donghyuck shrugged at you, “I certainly saw it with my two eyes.”

You settled down your fork, the utensil clinking down onto the mahogany table. You raised your voice, “I don’t.”

“Liars go to hell.”

“I--” You were stunned, your wide eyes staring back at his mischievous ones. He was smirking, and you really want to wipe off his face.

Hyuck shrugged, “See?”

You huffed. And were about to open your mouth to retort back, but your parents shushed you. The adults were amused to see the mini cat-fight between you and Donghyuck.

You mother mused, “Sweetie, that’s enough. You wouldn’t know, you and Donghyuck might be together in the future.” She gave you a grin while you fake-gagged.

You protested, “That’s impossible. Mom!”

They only laughed at your protests. They resumed eating and talked about business matters and other things. That night was memorable for you. You’d finally met your prince-charming and you were stealing glances at his way, but he was too engrossed that time, with the food in front of him. He had a laid back personality. You knew a little of Mark that night, as far as you could recall, the way his eyes sparkled at the sight of the watermelon. Your attention was just focused on Mark. But little did you know, Lee Donghyuck had his eyes set upon you, before you could even land your eyes on Mark.

I want you all to myself.

“Do you know where Mark is?”

You faced Jeno. You spent a whole hour searching for him, but Mark is just skilled at hide and seek. It is really tiring to search for his whereabouts. And the fact, you had to carry a watermelon with you? Tiring it is.

“Yeah. We had a dance practice, but he went out. Why are you searching for him, (Y/N)?” The tall boy inquired. His sharp eyes scrutinizing the watermelon in your arms. You blinked and bit down a grin. He knew about that grin of yours, and it shouts Mark Lee. He was about to open his mouth to speak again, but a sudden arrival stopped him from doing so.

You turned your body to meet him, “Hi (Y/N) baby, is that watermelon for me?” He blinked fast, staring at you while his lips plastered a charming smile. His tone is so sweet, but it never fazes you, “How sweet of you, let me carry that for you.” He tried to snatch the watermelon from you, but you swatted his hand. He gave you a toothy grin. You took a while to observe him—he grew a lot taller, towering over you. Handsome as always—but he never gives you those butterflies. Donghyuck was wearing a black shirt and grey sweatpants, giving justice to his long legs. His hair is dyed purple and it seriously complimented his good looks. You mentally slapped yourself, You came here for Mark, right?

“Keep dreaming, Donghyuck.” You rolled your eyes at him. And he dramatically clutched his chest, making a sad face. Jeno was controlling his laughter, he shook his head.

“I think Mark is outside, go on and check” Jeno gave you his signature eye smile. You beamed at him and rolled your eyes immediately as soon as you settled your eyes on Donghyuck. He only smirked, and you hated how his smirk gives you that questionable effect.

“I will be right back,” You paused. You unleash your confidence from the depths of your system. You raised your chin, you squealed excitingly, “And when I return, I will be having a prom date.” And you strolled away.

Jeno hissed under his breath, “Right, the prom is near,” He trailed then looked at the purple-haired boy beside him, “You got a date already?”

Before Hyuck could even answer, Jeno spoke again, Hyuck closed his mouth. “You have a large fanbase, I’m sure it wouldn’t be hard for you to ask for a prom date,”

Donghyuck opened his mouth to speak, but Jeno continued on, “They will be volunteering before you could even ask.”

Donghyuck licked his lips, while glaring at Jeno, “Can I speak?”

Jeno held his nape, grinning at the boy. “Go on.”

“Are you sure? I’m sure you have other things to say. I’m all ears, no interruption.” He said with all sarcasm, giving emphasis to the word ‘interruption’ and rolled his eyes. The other boy laughed at his sassiness. Jeno made a gesture, zippering his lips, and looked at Donghyuck expectantly.

“I already have a prom date.”

Jeno’s eyes widened, his lips forming an ‘o’, “Really? Who?”

Donghyuck chuckled, “The girl who carried a whole ass watermelon around the university.”

You're metaphorical gin and juice. So come on, give me a taste.

“Hi Mark--”

You were stunned when you saw Mark at the hallway. You immediately hid behind the tall lockers. His back is facing you. He had his right hand over his nape and in front of him was a girl— a higher year than you and no doubt, is gorgeous. You sealed your mouth shut, and waited behind the lockers. You hated to pry into other people’s businesses but this was something you couldn’t afford to ignore. It was Mark, for heaven’s sake, and you knew, curiosity would kill you if you choose to leave.

Mark stuttered, “I haven’t prepared a promposal or something,” He let out a breathy laugh. You started to get jealous of the girl he is talking to; Mark never laughed in front of you, let alone to talk to you for a long period of time. The one time he stayed long to talk to you was when he asked you of his parent’s whereabouts. “Do you wanna go to prom with me?”

You peeked. And you wished you hadn't. The girl smiled up at him, and nodded. Mark let out a contented sigh. He leaned in, and planted a loving kiss. You counted, five, ten and lost count. You stood there, aggravated. Being single since birth was hard, and now, you just have witnessed your first love make out with someone who is not you, in a vacant hallway. This is certainly the first time you’ve felt pain—heartbroken. You wanted to break free and scream at yourself for being so pitiful, crushing and gushing over a guy who obviously doesn’t like you.

Your subconscious is taking over you, there are red flags, yet you still insisted. Mark was a red flag, yet you still chose to dive in. Your vision blurred; tears were attempting to well out like waterfalls. You gulped, your chest tightening. You took a sharp intake of breath and let it out slowly, not making any noise. Your heart is beating rapidly. You tried to divert your attention away; looking at the poorly decorated bulletin board, the announcement posters, Donghyuck’s face that is staring back at you, anything but the two people savouring each other. You were about to return back to the gym when your sneakers squeak when you tried to pivot back. Your sketchers are not giving you a damn break. The two broke their kiss and looked at your frozen figure by the door.

Mark called out. “(Y/N)?”

Oh shit. You furiously wiped your face and patted your cheeks using your right hand. Patting left and right. You hissed when you felt the cold sensation from your fingers. Mark approached your figure, “How long have you been here?”

You faced him. And he blinked in surprise—your face was slightly flushed, your eyes are red; obviously from tears. “Oh, I just got here.” Lies, big girl full of lies.

Mark observed you. You were avoiding his gaze, a thing that you never did when you are in front of him, you were fidgeting, and it is something unfamiliar to him—he knew you were confident and doesn’t get fazed a lot even if you are in front of him (he certainly knows you have a thing for him), and you seemed like you were out of words; desperate even to find the right things to say, he knew you were talkative and take initiative like always. The (Y/N) facing him was a complete opposite of the girl he is used to seeing. He asked you cautiously, “What’s up?”

Your mind went haywire. If this was a regular day, no heartbreaks, not seeing Mark in the hallways kissing a girl that he really likes, not hearing him ask somebody to be his prom date—you would have died on the spot. Since this was a first; Mark took initiative to talk to you. You lied again, words stumbling out of your lips carelessly, “Oh, my mom bought plenty of watermelons and she asked me to give one to you so it wouldn’t go to waste.” You shoved him the watermelon. You never initiated eye contact, because you knew, if you would, you would break down in an instant. Mark’s eyes were so beautiful, mesmerizing even, you would even kill to look at those eyes, to drown into them, to dive into them because his eyes are similar to a book—it is mysterious yet captivating. But in that moment, all you wanted to do was to get the hell out of that hallway and to never look at those tantalizing eyes.

“I gotta go. Bye.” Your tone was cold. It was never the usual; full of enthusiasm and color. You were surprised at your behavior but this was your coping mechanism. Mark was about to say something but you pivoted away from your spot. You pulled the gym’s door, went inside and closed it. The door banging in front of Mark. The door rattling behind you. You snatched the attention of the boys inside the gym, including Donghyuck’s. He stared at you. You forced a smile and waved towards the members of the basketball team. They were oblivious but Donghyuck isn’t. You bit down your lip and walked fast to reach the other end of the gym. At this moment, you wanted to get out of the places Mark could be at. Donghyuck threw his towel towards Renjun and chased after your figure.

Of what it's like to be next to you

“Shorty.” Donghyuck called after you.

“Fuck off.” You spatted bitterly and ignored him once again. You walked past the students in the corridor, you wanted to go home and not to deal with the devil. Heartbreaks are better mended at home, specifically at your room eating sweet and salty foods simultaneously and watching horror movies. Several female students are gushing at the sight of Hyuck— his face, his flushed, sharp jawline, moles that are alive like constellations at night, the body-fitting attire he wore, disheveled violet locks. You made a quick turn, the exit door is already in sight. But Donghyuck had other plans and decided to jeopardize your attempt of sashaying away from school. He yanked your backpack causing you to miss a step and stumble. You were about to yell at him, but his chest crashed in front of you, making you knock out of air. He led you into the janitor’s closet. You took a sharp intake of breath, his scent overflowing your senses. It was a mixture of fresh cinnamon and Calvin Klein. It wasn’t a bad combination; it was rather addicting.

“If you are here to bully me Donghyuck, piss off. I’m not in the fucking mood.”

You squinted in the dark. The janitor’s closet is small. You could even feel Donghyuck’s breathing—it smelled of mint. You tried to focus but Donghyuck’s presence is clouding your system like a resident virus. He leaned in, and you panicked, internally. You didn’t know what to do, or what should you do—your lack of experience with boys are now taking a toll. First, ignoring a red flagged boy named, Mark Lee. Second, dealing with his brother, that you hated so much, he barely even let you breathe. Like the moment you were in.

“You owe me three.”

You furrowed your brows, “What the hell are you talking about?”

“Four.”

“What the fuck?”

“Five.”

“You’re seriously a headache Donghyuck. Let me breathe”

“If you say so.”

You were about to leave the crampy closet but Donghyuck’s arm encircled around your waist, securing it to place. He settled his hips so you couldn’t escape easily. He leaned down, once again. Your eyes bulged out, you felt feverish; your cheeks hot, and your pounding heart. You felt a tingling sensation in your stomach—butterflies. You couldn’t think straight. You felt a chilling sensation on your lips. It was soft, plump—and there you realized, Donghyuck leaned in for a kiss. You stayed there, frozen. He pressed his lips further, then breathed onto your lips. It lasted for seconds, it was five. Lee Donghyuck claimed your lips like it was his, for five seconds. Then, he broke the kiss. It was like an enchanting spell, it made you frozen, even dumb.

You acted first without thinking and smacked his chest as hard as you could. Tears coming out of your eyes, biting off your lips, you could even taste a tinge of your own blood.

You croaked out, “I hate you Lee Donghyuck! I told you to let me breathe,” Tears pooled out of your eyes, falling continuously over your cheeks, “Not to fucking steal my first kiss. It is reserved for Mark, you stupid!”

Mark Lee, again.

He shrugged, “You asked me to let you breathe, I did.”

You groaned. “Kissing doesn’t go that way!”

Donghyuck eyed you. And even in the poorly-lit closet, you knew he was giving you his signature, stinky look, as if you said the dumbest thing. “I am your first kiss, and stop acting like you know how these things work.”

“Why did you do that?”

“You cussed at me five times, and you deserve a punishment for that.”

You made a face, “You are so childish, Lee Donghyuck!”

“So are you.”

You huffed. Being frank, you are sure Donghyuck wouldn’t be letting you go, at this moment, especially when he saw you, on the edge of tears and breakdown.

“Tell me what happened.”

Lying to him is an inconvenience. You hated Donghyuck, but you needed someone to talk to, someone to lean on—and this wasn’t the time to be picky.

You tried to control your tears, “I decided to ask Mark to be my date. And It didn’t go well.”

“He rejected you?”

“No, he asked someone.” Tears fell down your cheeks.

“And?”

“I saw him making out in the hallway,” You choked back, “It hurts.”

He shook his head in disappointment, “You are making yourself a clown, (Y/N). You shouldn’t be initiating the first move, you idiot.” You cupped your cheeks, wiping away your tears.

You tried to defend yourself but Donghyuck cuts you off midway, “Shut up or I will kiss you.”

You sealed your mouth shut.

“Women should be treated like the way queens are treated. With respect, love, genuineness,” he tucked in a piece of hair behind your ear, “And you are a princess, you should be and deserve to be treated as one. You should never settle for less.”

You remained silent. Donghyuck continued.

“Just because you are head over heels to Mark means you should chase his wagging tail and do the things you shouldn’t be doing in the first place. Mark is my brother but he is a jerk,” he exhaled, “Do you know what could be the aftermath of your actions?”

You shook your head, no.

“Mark knew you like him. That’s a giveaway. You are doing things for him because you like him, don’t you? But it won’t apply like Newton’s law of motion, that with every action you do comes with an equal reaction in which you expect him to appreciate all the things you do for him and in return he will give you a chance? It doesn’t work that way, (Y/N). What would happen is, he would just make use of your vulnerability and use it for his own good, for his own benefit,” he paused, “He knew you would do everything for him without protest, and I won’t allow that. Never settle for less, (Y/N). There are other people out there that would love you for who the hell you are. People that would love you, for being, just you” And that is me. Donghyuck wanted to shout those statements in front of you. For you to snap out of your imagination. But he couldn’t do it because he knows, deep down, your heart is still yearning for Mark.

“Why are you saying all of these Donghyuck?”

“You deserved to be treated better, (Y/N). I am saying this for you to wake up. For you to know that you are being treated like shit and you should be aware of it. Being blind to love could be deadly.” And with that, he let go of your waist. He opened the closet and stepped out. You had a clear look of his face—it was unreadable. He offered his hand and you accepted it.

“I’m walking you to your next class.”

“I can walk, Donghyuck.”

“You don’t even know how to reciprocate kisses. I don’t trust you.”

“I hate you!”

You did a lot of firsts with Donghyuck. To be kissed, be shoved in a confined space, to be slapped out of your imagination. That was your first time being with Lee Donghyuck. And as much you hated to admit— you felt surreal.

Won't let one drop go to waste. You're metaphorical gin and juice

“Hyuck, we’ve been searching for you everywhere. Where have you been?”

Donghyuck marched over the gym. His eyes were glinting. His mind is not working properly—but he knew what to do; to kick Mark’s ass. He approached his brother and blew out a strike, right at his jaw.

“What the hell?”

For Donghyuck, when it comes to you, there's no honour, no code. All that matters to him is to punch every single jerk that took you for granted, even if it is his own brother. There was stillness on both sides. The other boys stood there, stunned. If hatred was visible in the air, the gymnasium would have been colored scarlet. Then, Donghyuck took another sudden movement. He attacked Mark with so much force in every punch. Each was powerful with hate and frustration. Donghyuck thought, what the hell did you see in his brother, for you to risk everything, including your dignity? Donghyuck rained blows onto Mark’s face as if he meant to smash him into the very earth for being such a jackass. Mark tackled the younger’s shirt and he took his momentum to blow a straight blow towards his gut. Frustration eating up the older boy’s system. Each didn't just want the other dead, they just wanted to smash, obliterate each other.

There was blood lingering on Donghyuck’s knuckles and a bruise on his right cheek. Mark’s was way worse. Donghyuck pays revenge like hell, and that is what Mark received. The boys tackled the brothers away from each other. Shouts resonated in the air.

Donghyuck hissed, “You son of a bitch!”

Blood pooled in Mark’s mouth. Donghyuck stumbled backward for a brief second to catch his breath before diving into Mark, his eyes narrowed in determination.

Jeno bellowed, “Donghyuck, enough!”

Mark’s mahogany brown eyes widened. He managed to slip out of Renjun’s grasp and slammed into Donghyuck’s. Stars burst Donghyuck’s vision but he shook it off, blinding, he threw a sloppy kick.

“Mark! Stop! Coach will seriously kick our asses!”

Mark stepped back, easily evading Donghyuck’s kick. "Is it one of your red days, huh?" He crowed, smirking infuriatingly towards his younger brother. Donghyuck growled and attempted to throw himself at his brother, but Jeno had a strong grip on his torso.

Blood hummed in Donghyuck’s veins as determination and anger took over.

“Did you know how heavy that watermelon is?”

Mark made a confused face, “What are you talking about?”

Donghyuck snickered, “Of course, you don’t care. Mind you, Mark,” He spatted his brother’s name with such contempt, “(Y/N) searched for you around the school to fucking find you, and she was even carrying a heavy watermelon for you, you inconsiderate little jerk! She has a scoliosis for fucking sake, and what did you do? Reject her?”

Mark was stunned. “She never mentioned anything to me nor asked me something.”

Donghyuck let out an exasperated laugh, “She was about to ask you for prom. Even got you a gift, your favorite watermelon. But what did you do?” He paused and glared at his brother.

“It was her fault for raising her hopes high.”

Donghyuck furrowed his brows. His brother is indeed a jerk.

“That doesn't give you the right to tear her apart, asshole!”

Mark protested, “What is done, is done already. Quit crying.”

“You inconsiderate cunt! Remember when you were passed out drunk and you had a paper due the next day? Yea, (Y/N) did your paper and saved your dumb ass. At least you could be kind and extend your gratitude towards her and not to dick out.”

Donghyuck marched out. Shoving out of Jeno’s grip.

He paused at the door, taking a glance behind his shoulders, “You’re seriously letting go of a gem, Mark. All of her efforts are going down to waste because you are a jackass.”

All of the downs and the uppers. Keep making love to each other.

“Where have you been, (Y/N)?”

You stared at the stressed-faced Krystal.

“Just there”

“Stop lying.”

You told her everything, starting from your failed attempt of asking out Mark for prom, the janitor’s closet with Donghyuck and what he said but you spared the kiss— that thing shouldn’t be disclosed.

“What Donghyuck said is what I have been telling you repeatedly, and this is the sign that you should just stop. This is all useless, look at you!” Her nostrils flared up, “Don’t settle for guys that screams bag news!”

“He’s not all that bad, Kystal!”

“Stop defending him (Y/N)! Wake up! He is not the guy for you.”

You challenged her, “Who’s the guy for me then?”

“Lee Donghyuck.”

You protested, “What? No!”

Krystal groaned, “Stop being so blind (Y/N). Hyuck has his thing for you and you were just so blind, you keep on ignoring the things he’s been doing for you.”

You furrowed your brows, “All he did was to bully me. He hates me the way I hate him. Period.”

“You’re unbelievable. He would literally go to school early just to escort you to your homeroom. Carry your bag because he is concerned for your back. Waits for you every class just so he knows where the hell you will go. Gives you origami roses. Tell me, is that what you are telling me? Hate? I don’t think so. He doesn’t hate you, (Y/N), there are other guys out there that would die to get your attention.”

“Krystal in the months I have spent here, no one dared to ask me out. Stop exaggerating things. And all Donghyuck does is to bully me, I don’t see the concern there.”

Krystal muttered under her breath. Donghyuck bullies you so you could give him your attention.

A knock interrupted the class. All your classmates scrambled and went back to their perspective places. But no professor entered the room. The president opened the door to see who was the visitor, and she looked at you, a playful smile plastering her lips.

Krystal grinned, “That’s Donghyuck.”

“(Y/N)?”

“Yes?”

“Mark is looking for you.”

And I'm trying, trying, I'm trying, trying

You blinked at the boy before you. He had cuts and bruises all over his face, his lips are busted, but he is still handsome. You tried to control yourself. He had made out with someone a while ago, and you saw it, clearly, with your two eyes. You hated him, don’t you?

You greeted awkwardly, “Hey Mark, what brought you here?”

“I just wanted to thank you for the watermelon.”

“Oh it’s nothing.”

“No, you had a back problem and I felt bad you had to go through searching for me all over the place.”

You fiddled with your school skirt, “It’s okay Mark. It’s nothing, and besides I have done things that are way out of my league. The watermelon was a piece of cake.” You really did things for Mark. Cheering for him every school game, despite the protests of Krystal that over-cheering could be bad for your throat, yet you still did. Stayed up late to create letters for him, all with exceeding characters and bullshits. Bought him a t-shirt from his favorite brand. Did his homework. Had detention for skipping out classes just to see him perform at the acoustic sessions club. He never recognized your efforts. He would, if he was forced or teased by his friends. And, you were still setting your hopes up.

“Did you come to ask me out for prom?”

You gulped hard. A blush crept to your cheeks. You avoided his eyes and nodded.

He spoke again, “I have already asked Natalie. But I can dance with you, is that okay?”

You tried to control the twitch of your lips. “Is it okay for you?”

Mark shrugged, “A dance won’t bite,” He gave you a smile, “Just wait for me on the dance floor by ten, and I will meet you there.”

You beamed at him. Your subconscious is yelling at you. You were heartbroken and hated Mark a while ago, but here you are, knees wobbling, falling for him, again. “Thank you Mark.”

Mark just raised his brows at you and left shortly.

You are trying to remove Mark out of your life when you saw him ask out someone. But, he had his spell casted upon you, and with a flicker of his fingers. Mark got you crushing on him again.

Can't keep my hands to myself

After a week, then it was prom. You couldn’t find Donghyuck’s trace— as his existence was wiped out with a flicker. You and Mark started to chat, and got you squealing every beep of your phone.

4:00 p.m | Mark Lee: what’s up?

4:01 p.m | (Y/N) (L/N): preparing for prom ^^ how about you? :D

4:20 p.m | Mark Lee: preparing too.

4:21 p.m | (Y/N) (L/N): Do you believe in love at first sight, Mark? <3333

4:26 p.m | Mark Lee: Yea.

4:27 p.m | (Y/N) (L/N): Should I walk by in front of you again? lololol xD <3

4:40 p.m | Seen by Mark Lee

You closed the app and re-opened then again. But Mark has left you on read. It’s always like this; he would talk to you and honestly, you experienced back pain from carrying the conversation. No pun intended. He talks so dry and takes a while to reply back. Sometimes, never replying at all.

You mumbled. “I mean he might be busy? Yes, that could be it.”

That was your mantra every time. You told Krystal about it over the phone and she was so mad, you could hear her yelling from the other line.

Krystal voiced out. “Those are red flags, who the hell would reply minutes late?”

“I mean, he could be doing something.”

“If a guy is interested in you, he won’t let you wait. Even abandon what the hell he would is doing. This is just showing that he isn’t interested at all!”

You pouted, “Stop being so mean.”

“He is not interested in chatting with you because he is talking to his girl, stop dreaming.”

You applied your gloss. “At least he talked to me. I’m happy though.”

Krystal rolled her eyes, “He is doing the bare minimum. Other guys could do better. Honestly, what is with you and your unexplainable attraction towards trashy guys a.k.a Mark Lee?”

You inhaled, “Stop being so harsh.”

“I’m telling the truth. And I am placing my bets, he won’t dance with you.”

You are accustomed to your best friend’s nagging. But couldn’t she just shut up and just support you with all you want to do?

You interjected. Hostility on your tone. “I’m tired of hearing you nag at me Krystal. Could you just let me be? Christ.”

Krystal clicked her tongue, “I warned you (Y/N). Don’t come up to me crying, because I never failed on reminding you that Mark Lee is trash.” And she dropped her phone.

You heaved a sigh. It seems like you will be attending prom alone, without a date, without your best friend.

I want it all, no, nothing else

The moment you entered the gymnasium. It was perfect. The interior, the design, everything was immaculate. You approached the assigned table and saw Krystal in her cerulean dress; it was made of tulle and lace, embroidery of blue flowers plastered the overall body of her gown and it had a sweetheart neckline, exposing her milky shoulders. You attempted to apologize at her, but she was giving you the cold shoulder.

“I am letting you do whatever you want, (Y/N). Go on, chase after Mark.”

“Look, I’m really sorry Krystal.” She didn’t answered you, instead she played games on her phone. Completely ignoring your existence. You frowned as you clutched your rose corsage. It was useless wearing the flower bracelet, this is much better to wear with a partner. IFourth year is coming to an end; and you really wished this could wrap up nicely as you wished. You looked around the dim gym looking for Mark, but he isn’t at sight. You opened the messenger app, clicking on Mark’s chat head, yet he was online three hours ago. You sighed again. You sat there in your prom dress, waiting for the clock to strike ten. The dance was important for you, it was your dream after all. And you were excited to spend your first dance with Mark.

Time is flowing slowly. The principal extended her gratitude towards the student government for being successful with the prom, speeches of the faculty in their matching gowns and suits, the president of the student body organization awarded the winners; prom king and queen, best dressed, darling and dutch of the night. Out of all the awards, you managed to snatch nothing. Donghyuck was awarded the prom king. He stood there like a prince. Wearing a slim fitted suit; maroon; with a patch of gold flowers adorning the sleeves. A red rose corsage sat on the suit pockets. He wore a black oxford shirt underneath; the first three buttons were unbuttoned giving a glimpse of his sun-kissed chest. A gold chain settled adorning his neck, tracing downward his chest. His violet looks were tamed, his hair was parted in the middle. He was given a sash, and he stood there, as if the awarding ceremony was so boring. He scrutinized the crowd, looking for a familiar figure. The reason why he attended prom, is he wanted to make sure you experience it the way you wanted it. Even if he isn’t included. Seeing you smile, is enough for him. He found your eyes, staring back at him. To Lee Donghyuck, you were so stunning, to him you were his prom queen.

I want it all, no, nothing else

The principal announced.

“This is the last dance. So grab your partner in the middle. No canoodling, I’m watching you.”

Ten o’ clock. Yet, you couldn’t still find Mark. You stood up from your seat, neglecting the sparkling drink served to you a while ago. Krystal’s eyes followed your figure. You stood in the middle of the dance floor. The lights were so dim; adding a cool and romantic ambiance. They played slow and sensual love songs. You stood there dumbfounded, couples are dancing; bodies close, lips connecting. You gulped hard, and continued to search for Mark’s figure. A tap from the shoulder caught your attention. You turned your body so fast, so missed a step, your stiletto clicking across the marbled tiled. Luckily, the person caught your body fast. You stared up, it was the prom king, standing tall, and overall glorious.

You forced a smile, “Prom King.”

“What are you doing here alone? You look like a joke.”

“I know.”

Donghyuck’s lips pressed into a thin line, “Mark?”

He knew by that solemn look on your eyes. He didn’t waited for your response, instead he pulled you away from the dance floor, and led you towards the corridor. At this moment, you lost hope. It was already ten thirty; and you spent thirty minutes standing and looking for Mark’s whereabouts. You are now giving up, your hopes that Mark would reciprocate your feelings is now disappearing. You wanted to cry; for liking a jerk, for acting like a fool, and spending your efforts to the wrong person. Krystal was right, you were just blind and deaf to understand.

Donghyuck held you by the shoulders. He leaned in to catch your eyes. “Do you really want to see Mark?” You nodded slowly.

He opened the room. It was classroom 402. There wasn’t anything fancy in the room. But you certainly saw Mark with Natalie, passionately kissing.

You tried to remain composed. You left the room and stood in the hallway. It felt as if heaven played games on you. You’d had enough. You nibbled on your lips, controlling the big waves of sadness from pouring. Donghyuck cupped your cheeks. And you couldn’t hold in anymore, you broke down, cried in your prom dress, soaking Donghyuck’s oxford shirt. He hugged your trembling figure, whispering, “Let it all out, baby.”

Donghyuck planted a kiss on the top of your head. Then, escorted you out of the hallway. He used to love the corridors, but he might as well hate going to it now. He saw the love of his life, cry in the place he used to love.

Oh, I, I want it all

By the time you and Donghyuck returned to the gym, the dance was over. Closing remarks were delivered and the prom is now going to an end. You hadn’t got to dance nor enjoyed the whole event. This will be your memorable prom; being stood up by Mark. Krystal approached your figure and glared immediately at Donghyuck. She hugged you.

“What is it this time Lee Donghyuck?”

“Woah, chill girly.”

“I swear, I will shave your head!”

You shushed her, “He did nothing wrong. Mark stood me up and I wouldn’t know if he didn’t show me.”

“Oh god. (Y/N), you don't deserve this.”

Donghyuck held you by the hips. And faced your best friend, “I’m escorting her home. She needs to rest.”

Krystal’s demeanor changed, hostility to calmness. She looked at you worriedly, “Rest, okay? Phone me whenever. I will listen.” You gave her a weak smile.

Your prom dress swayed behind as you took each careful stride. Your stilettos click after each step, and your feet are aching. The rose corsage is about to fall, but you couldn’t care more. Donghyuck escorted you to his Volvo P1800. It was a blaring red, vintage, sports car.

“I never allowed people to ride my baby.”

“Oh. I will start walking then, thanks for the escort.”

“Oh god.”

He yanked your arms and settled you to the passenger seat. He muttered under his breath, “You were lucky, I love you, otherwise I would be kicking you out.”

You gave him a tired glance. “You were saying something Hyuck?”

He settled his arms on the roof of his car and leaned in. You reclined on your seat and held your breath, his face is just centimeters away from you, “I am just muttering how stunning you are,” he trailed and looked at your figure, “in that sparkling dress of yours.”

He offered his hands and you looked at him puzzled. “You’re asking for something?”

He rolled his eyes, “Just give me your damn hand, (Y/N), why are you such a slow poke?”

You protested, “I haven’t been in this situation either! I don’t know what to do!” You gave him your hand and you were surprised that he planted a lingering kiss on your knuckles. His breath fanning your cold skin. You gulped hard. Butterflies crowding your stomach and a blush crept on your cheeks. Lee Donghyuck and his charms.

“God, you’re so beautiful.”

He stood up quickly and went for the driver’s seat. He started the engine and it roared to life, the radio hums quietly in the background, and the a/c of the car is set onto the lowest setting. His car zoomed along the familiar neighborhood. The night sky is as alive; the stars twinkling brightly at night, the moon is up there, bright and gorgeous. It was a calming ride, but Donghyuck made a quick turn. The road he is taking is now unfamiliar to you.

“Where are you taking me? Don’t do anything stupid Lee Donghyuck.”

“Trust me.”

It didn't take you both long. He parked his car. He turned on the headlights to the highest setting and twisted the radio to its loudest. Lany’s ILYSB played loudly on his stereos. He jumped out of his car and jogged to your side, opening the door. He knelt suddenly. “What are you doing?”

He leaned in. His lips grazing your ears. “Does your feet hurt?”

You raised your tone. “Kinda. Why?”

He flailed his right hand. “Raise your foot.”

“What for?”

“Stop protesting (Y/N). Is that hard to do? Or do I have to kiss you to shut up?”

“All right, chill.” You raised your right foot. And he removed the straps of your stiletto, one after another. You are now barefooted.

“What is this Donghyuck?”

Without your heels, Donghyuck is a foot taller than you. He grabbed your hands and pulled you towards the middle. His headlight shining towards both of you. It was blinding but all you could see was Donghyuck's grinning face. He pulled both of your arms and settled it over his shoulders. He started to sway according to the beat. He settled his hands on your hips. You followed his movement.

“I’ve been waiting for this to happen. To finally have you alone. To dance with you. To look at your pretty face without being scolded out for zoning out too much.”

“You don’t have to do this Donghyuck.”

“Forget about Mark. I beg you (Y/N).”

You breathed, “I will.”

“I will prove to you that I am worthy, (Y/N). Give me a chance.”

That caught you off guard, you almost missed a step. But Donghyuck led you to the right step. “I don’t want people to say that I am using you as a rebound.”

“You don’t have to care about what other people will say. We will take it slow. I will teach you to love yourself first, before you love other people. That’s important.”

Donghyuck danced with you for a good minute. And you were happy that you get to experience dancing with someone, even if it isn’t on the school’s dance floor. You applied lip gloss on your dried lips. Donghyuck watched you intently, eyeing the gloss and your lips.

“Can I have some?” You looked at him. You nodded and offered him your balm. He looked at you, bewildered, then let out a laugh. He held his face, hiding in his grin, “What did I do to deserve someone like you?”

“Huh?”

“I wasn’t asking for your balm. But alright.” Then he leaned in to capture your lips. Stealing your second kiss and having to taste your lip balm. It tasted like strawberries.

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For @golden-olea I know that came as your idea, I hope I did it justice.

Fic Title: Last Words Fandom: The Witcher (Aen Elle) Pairing: Avallac’h/Lara Warnings: Break up, some harsh language.

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Avallac’h held the piece of paper, his fingers gripping it so hard he had to try not to destroy it before he had finished reading it.

Reading it was a strange way to describe it. He was looking at Lara’s writing but he didn’t see whole sentences even if he was sure they were there. It was single words and phrases that actually reached his mind.

‘It is not easy for me…’

His heart was beating miles per minute. Lara has been absent a lot recently, exploring other worlds she had called it. Seeing new cultures. She was always curious and Avallac’h loved that about her. In his mind he could see all the precious memories of the two of them spending long nights and just talking about other worlds and other cultures. The curiosities they had seen together, the novelties they had experienced with each other.

‘...you will not understand…’

Did he push her too far? Was he too certain of what Fate had in store for them that he ignored everything? All the times he held her in his arms and all the kisses shared between the two of them, was that all for nothing? Maybe he was too persistent or the opposite? He had allowed her too much freedom where he should have been the voice of reason. Did he blind himself with love and all he was seeing was Lara but not the bigger picture? He was imagining it, he knew that but even now he could feel the softness of her lips against his even if they had not shared a moment of intimacy in months.

‘My own path…’

He couldn’t understand - her path? Her path was with him, their future and everyone’s future, they had duty, they had...it wasn’t about him and his ambitions it was also his heart. She had his heart in her hand. They had talked about that, what they would do, how they would change the Aen Elle together, allowing them a better life than what they had. Was that all a lie? Or was that his plan that she just agreed with to make him happy. It was not possible to have a path without him, that was just...he was her destiny as she was his, they were bound by more than just attraction and love.

‘...someone else…’

Avallac’h couldn’t go past that point. Someone else? Who? He started going through his mind. Yes, Lara travelled to other worlds a lot, but that was of no consequence - they all did, they lived for hundreds of years they all had to explore and learn especially someone in her position. Someone else - the words echoed in his mind as if she had pronounced them. It was just a letter but he could hear her voice, confident but kind telling him there was someone else. Who? Jealousy started crawling at the back of his head, thinking of every man or woman he had ever seen her with in Tir na Lia or otherwise.

Eredin.

Somehow the general’s name came to his mind. He knew Eredin had ambition, he knew he was ruthless, was he that ruthless? He started thinking and he couldn’t deny he had seen it - Eredin smiling at her, Eredin opening a door for her and giving her that look...he could even point to moments when Eredin was not in Tir na Lia, but neither was Lara. Avallac’h’s pain grew into anger. He was nothing but a common soldier, what right did Eredin have over his Destiny?

‘...a child…’

Avallac’h threw the letter in the fire without even thinking. Eredin was taking everything from him. Lara, his life, his future...just like that. Hundreds of years Avallac’h had waited for this moment and now someone had taken it from him.

He lashed out of his room walking down the hallways, not seeing anything around himself. He needed to find Eredin. That was absurd. He had no idea what he would do once he saw the man, probably kill him, although what good will that do, he had already stolen his Destiny. Ambitious and arrogant, he knew that he should have told that to Auberon years ago. Dangerous. Everyone knew it, Avallac’h knew it, he ignored it. Why wouldn’t he? A soldier, good soldier, but had no power beside that of his sword. And low cunning. He was hurt by Lara, but it hurt a million times more because it was Eredin. He had tricked her, he had used that brutish personality of his to attract her and trap her. How long had he been planning that? Years? Months?

Avallach stormed into the barracks passing soldiers who just gave him curious looks, it wasn’t common for a Sage to walk among them. He almost kicked the doors to Eredin’s room. The man was standing next to his desk talking to two of his men.

“Get out.” Avallac’h shouted, which surprised him as well. He couldn’t remember the last time he raised his voice at...anything. Eredin’s men did not follow orders from him. They both turned to Eredin with questioning looks.

“Go.” their general said calmly and made a hand gesture pointing at the door.

Avallac’h barely could wait to hear the door being closed behind him when he started - he didn’t want to shout but anger and heartbreak met somewhere in his mind and he could no longer control himself.

“You are irresponsible and arrogant.” Eredin raised an eyebrow but did not answer. Just looked at him with a smug face. Avallac’h could kill him just for that. “It wasn’t enough you took her away from me, but that? You had to go that far? Not just her, but...my life everything I had been working for so many years. But you couldn’t just watch and sit could you? Your arrogance would never allow you to admit that you are nothing but a simple horse master and you will never be anything but a border guard.” Both of Eredin’s eyebrows were raised now, but again no comment, nothing. “I don’t even understand what she sees in you!” that was a lie, he could see what any woman could see in Eredin - the arrogance, the looks, the bravery, the attitude...he couldn’t believe Lara would fall for any of that. “You waited for so many years and now you did it, now you had to take it away from her and from me, you have doomed her with nothing but suffering, the destiny of all of us is at risk and you wasted it for what? Ten minutes of pleasure? Was she even willing or you did her the same way you do your other whores? Probably you did, you are incapable of any sort of gentle emotion or compassion, sick ambition and bloodlust is all you know and that is what you have created now. This was supposed to be my child not yours!”

Avallac’h stopped, Eredin was just staring at him, calm, unmoving. He expected some sort of reaction, defence, insult...anything.

There was nobody alive who could walk in Eredin’s room and talk to him the way Avallac’h did. He would not allow even a king to do it and Crevan was far from a king. He found it amusing that someone like Avallac’h had completely lost control over his own emotions, but if he gathered the situation correctly, probably he would as well. Silly of him to bet all his money on one horse especially if this horse is a woman who, like everybody else, could just change her mind. There were few moments when it was hard to keep silent, the insults were just too...personal, but he kept his cool, he would pay Avallac’h for that with interest. Maybe in two hundred years, but he would.

“Anything else?” Eredin was leaning against his desk, his arms crossed at his chest. Crevan didn’t speak, but there was a storm growing in the man’s eyes. He pushed his hand down to his belt and let it rest on the pommel of his sword, he didn’t expect Avallac’h to attack him, not after the verbal waterfall of feelings, but Eredin had been known to provoke people. “I never touched Lara.”

“Don’t lie! You are low, but even such a blatant lie seems below you.” Avallac’h barked back.

“Crevan, if I came in your precious ticket for internal glory, would I deny it?” He didn’t need to explain further. He waited. He knew there was a drop of reason left in Avallac’h’s mind he just needed to reach it. Honestly he didn’t care if Avallac’h saw reason, he could lose his mind and jump off a cliff, not Eredin’s problem. But there was a bigger problem that the other man needed to see.

Avallac’h opened his mouth and closed it. Then he turned his head to the side like a curious puppy. There it was, the rationality taking over. The storm in Avallac’h eyes calmed, but did not disappear, different sorts of emotions started showing on his face, Eredin found all that amusing, Crevan who had always been so controlled in his actions and words, now the man who always had been a bit of a mystery was an open book from read and gloat.

“Who…”

“I don’t think it’s Aen Elle.” while Avallac’h had been busy looking for creative insults Eredin had been thinking and connecting pieces. He knew Lara would sometimes disappear for weeks or months. He also knew no one made a big deal out of it, including himself, she was young and she had power few others did. “It’s a human.” He had not taken the issues seriously, probably he should have. “One of my men is involved with one of her servants. Lara has been sleeping with a human.”

“And you are telling me that...now?” Avallac’h’s rage came back in his eyes. “You could have prevented all that, do you know what is at stake? We are doomed, Eredin.”

“I’m but a simple soldier, the dealings of the great Sages are beyond my understanding.” He threw Avallac’h words back at him, he had remembered the insult and that was not going to be the payment he collects, but it was sweet seeing Crevan’s reactions. “It is your job to keep her happy, not mine.” he could see Avallac’h about to launch at him again so he just raised his hand to stop him. “Crevan, if we lose her, we lose the portals. Let her have her fun, fix it after that.” If Eredin was in his shoes he would probably find the insolent human and drag him through the streets before he killed him slowly, the baby he would drown and it will be as if it never happened. Avallac’h was not him, and he knew the man would probably just accept it once his current rage had passed. Either way they had a problem.

“I need to speak with Auberon.” Avallac’h had finally found reason and walked out of his rooms as fast as he had walked in. Eredin could see his soldiers peaking through the door the Sage left open. He didn’t know if they heard anything but for sure they heard the raised voice.

Didn’t matter, everyone would know soon, he gave it a week. That created other issues for him, but it did open an opportunity as well. One head never hoped to have even in his wildest dreams. Eredin smiled.

#avallac'h #lara dorren #eredin breacc glas #the witcher #the witcher 3: wild hunt #my writing

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grey-water-colors · 4 years

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Stay, I pray you

Another song fic. I’m not sure how I feel about this one, I’m trying to push through writers block and depression. I used Google Translate, if someone knows if it’s correct please tell me? Or if it’s wrong? I don’t trust GT. Also my first ever Gender Neutral fic, so I hope I did ok.

Pairing: Damian Wayne X Neutral!Reader

Warnings: Blood. Death mention. Torture mention. Use of Google Translate?

Word count: 896

Hal 'ant haqa? = Is that really you?

Nem = Yeah

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A final battle. One long term mission lead to this. Taking down the League of Shadows was no small feat, but you and Damian had persisted.

Now, as you both stood looking over the battlefield, you were both lost in thought. You both had grown up here, had learned everything you knew, earned your achievements, and suffered the most on this Arabian Island. In the end though, you knew you would never come back.

How can I desert you?

How to tell you why?

Coachman, hold the horses

Stay, I pray you

The league had found you abandoned in a basket. They took you in and raised you to be a warrior, but they also raised you on their morals. Taught you what they had decided to be right. Their twisted version of justice was your life.

You had seen and experienced things that grown adults could only imagine. The League lived by the rule ‘If you punish first, the crime will never come to be’.

When your half-sister forcefully stole you away from the League, you didn’t understand. They had raised you, fed you, and put a roof over your head, and in turn, you fought their battles, suffered for their greater good.

Your scars earned and tears shed were worth it for a better world, or so you thought.

A family had taken you in, and loved you, something you’d never experienced before.

Let me have a moment

Let me say Goodbye

To bridge and river, forest and waterfall

Orchard, sea, and sky

Harsh and sweet, and bitter to leave it all

I’ll bless my homeland till I die

You had met Damian at school when you had transferred to Gotham. One art class was all it took for you to recognize him. He had the face of Talia, he woman who’d tortured you, and the face of Bruce Wayne. Even away from the Island he was still of higher power, cherished and protected by power.

The memories flooded back, and you didn’t sleep at night. The cold steel of your katana kept you company as you relived your childhood. Your adoptive parents had yelled at you for calling that place home, but that’s exactly what it was. It made you who you were, shaped your very soul.

How to break the tie?

We have shed our tears and shed our sorrows

Though the scars remain and tears will never dry

I’ll bless my homeland till I die

It had taken all your courage to ask him. After school you caught him before he got into the car picking him up.

“Hal 'ant haqa?” The Arabic fell from your lips like an old friend. He froze, he hadn’t heard anyone speak that language since he left.

He turned to look at the person who had asked such a question.

A fellow student, his age, with a desperate look in their eyes mixed with defeat. Their stance, like they were ready to walk into a fight, their hand held near their hip where a katana would be, and the coldness of their face despite their eyes. He knew exactly where they were from because he did the same things when he had first arrived in Gotham, and he still did it. Those actions were a security blanket, even though they both knew that they were safe, those few actions eased them.

“Nem,” he said, barely above a whisper, and got into the car where Tim and Cass were waiting, as relief flooded their eyes.

Never to return

Finally breaking free

You are all I know

You have raised me

How to turn away?

How to close the door?

How to go where I have never gone before?

They saw more and more of each other. Once you know that someone has shared your suffering, you see them everywhere. You both kept your distances from others, choosing your own company to others who would never understand why you are who you are.

He noticed how tired you looked, how defeated you seemed. He knew you weren’t sleeping, most likely for the same reason he wasn’t. Memories that drowned you when you had just learned to swim.

He invited you over. Tim and Cass made teasing comments on the way to the Manor but stopped when neither of you reacted.

He remembered you as much as you remembered him. You had shown great promise as a warrior, exponential potential, until you had been stolen.

You both bonded over shared suffering and moved on together. You grew close, and eventually fell in love.

You protected each other from pain and reveled in each other’s success. The perfect team.

How can I desert you?

How to tell you why?

Coachman, hold the horses

Stay, I pray you

Let me have a moment

Let me say goodbye

Harsh and sweet, and bitter to leave it all

Loose ends had to be tied. The league had taken a turn for the worse. Talia had gone too far and had to be stopped. Robin and his partner against the very people who raised them.

In the end, as Damian and Y/N looked over the blood-soaked battlefield, they made a silent promise to each other that such suffering will never happen to innocents ever again. Home was found somewhere else now. Home was found in each other.

I’ll bless my homeland till I die

(Song from Anastasia the Broadway Musical)

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stecesworld · 3 years

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A Feudal Legend. Sesshomaru

(( Hello everyone! This is my first ever fanfic. I have always wanted to write one but was always too nervous that I wouldn't be able to do the charas justice. But I have been having this idea in my head since the begining of Yashime. And I came to the thought, if Sunrise can write a fan fiction and screw up as bad as they did with my favorite chara. Then maybe my noob fic wont be so bad. This is a story of sesshomaru and a OC chara of mine by the name of Akina. This is hopefully the first of many pieces of the story. I hope you all like it.))

“ Young master! Young master, where are you!?” The panicked calls of a young maid running throughout the palace as she ran the halls desperately searching for this land's prince “ Oh where could he be?” It was almost time for his lessons and he was going to be late.

Not too far away, in the forest that surrounded the palace a young boy with silver hair tied into a ponytail and golden eyes no older than ten sat comfortably on a large tree branch, his back leaning against the trunk. He wore a simple yet elegant looking kimono, The fabric, silken and flowed like water everytime he moved to turn a page in the book he was reading . A pattern of purple and blue sakura flowers and petals accented the otherwise white outfit. Starting from the collar and flowing down the left arm. Lightly wrapped over his right shoulder, was a small tuft of fur, looking like a fluffy unwrapped scarf just hanging there.

His eyes glued to the pages of the book, bright with joy that he finally managed to get some time in peace. This young man was the young master of the palace. Inu Sesshomaru. As the prince of the palace and heir to the western lands, Sesshomaru didn’t have much free time. His days were normally filled with lessons and study. History, legends, etiquette, fighting, and how to be a strong and just lord. There was much that was placed upon the shoulders of the young youkai, and he wished to learn all he could from his parents. Sometimes even a prince needs some peace and quiet. So without a word Sesshomaru took his book and left the palace escaping the world of nobility for just a little while.

Sadly, quiet would not last long for the young prince, for there was rapid rustling in the brush followed by yelling. He let out a silent exacerbated sigh. Something was here to disturb him and he had just gotten to the good part of the book as well. Not raising his focus from the pages he pretended to ignore the noise as it got closer. Maybe if he acted as if he didn’t exist, whatever it was would just run right past him. Sadly, that was not what happened…

First a rabbit burst forth, hopping as fast as its little legs would take it. Soon grunts and gumbles followed the rabbit. The pursuer, obviously having a hard time with the dense plants It wasn’t long and with a yip a girl came tumbling from the brush. Her foot had caught on a root causing her to trip and roll a little before stopping face first on her stomach a foot or so away from him. “ Owe..” She groaned as she pushed herself from the ground and onto her knees. “ That really hurt…. Stupid rabbit.” She grumbled rubbing her head. Her long raven black hair ended in the middle of her back and was filled with leaves and small sticks. Her tan skin was covered in dirt and scrapes,her clothing was tattered, and stained. It was obvious that this girl was what one would call a street urchin.

She let out a light hiss and pulled her hand away from her head revealing a decent size cut on the palm of her hand and some blood on her face. She frowned at her hand and let out a sigh. That was going to sting for a week. She was about to stand up when the sound of something hitting the ground caught her attention. “ Huh?” She looked to the tree, her eyes going wide for standing above looking down at her was a beautiful young boy, he looked like a spirit from the forest itself.

Sesshomaru, after hearing the girl hiss in pain, finally closed his book and jumped down the tree branch. The girl was hurt enough for him to smell blood, she was going to attract hungry demons if something wasn’t done about it. He had only taken a couple of steps towards her when her head finally lifted from her palm. As soon as her eyes met his, he stopped and like her was frozen for a moment. Now, how can a demon, especially the young prince of the lord of the west, be stopped by a mere mortal girl? It was her eyes. Though she was human her eyes were of two different colors. One a bright sapphire blue and the other a clear amethyst purple. They shone brightly, full of spirit despite her disheveled appearance. A light breeze blue passed them, fluttering hair and clothing while it took some fallen leaves from the ground with it.

“ Uh, Ah!” The young girls surprised yip broke the silent moment between them as she fell back off her knees and onto her butt. She had not expected to see anyone in this forest, let alone a spirit boy.” W,what are you doing here?!” Sesshomaru just walked forward without speaking a word, the young girl panicking for a moment. “ Hey, stay back, don't make me fight you!” She called out looking around frantically for anything she could use as a weapon. Spotting a rock she picked it up with her cut hand and winced. “ Owe!” She quickly dropped the rock groaning from the dirt now in her cut. “ You are making it worse.” The tone in which the boy spoke was cool, and a bit uncaring as if the existence of other living beings bothered him and he was merely showing her concern because if he didn’t it could possibly be an inconvenience to him later. “ Huh?” She watched in surprise when he knelt down, placed the book on the ground and gently took her hand in his to look at the cut. “ Keep getting dirt in it will make it worse.” He repeated, now sounding slightly annoyed at how dim witted this human girl seemed. The young girl frowned. “ I didn’t mean...ssssssst” She hissed, interrupting her own sentence. “ You make too much noise.” Once he had wiped away as much dirt from her hand he took a piece of his kimono. “ What are you doing?” The sound of cloth tearing graced her ears and she once more panicked. “ H-Hey you can't do that!” She squeaked watching as the fancy white cloth was torn up to create a wrapping for her hand. “ It’s my kimono, I can do what I will with it.” Sesshomaru replied as he tied the silken cloth around her hand to protect the cut. “Still…” She bit her lip until he was finished and looked at her hand. The pristine white fabric looked completely out of place wrapped around her dirty hand. “ Thank you, but, why did you do that?” She asked looking up to him as he picked up his book and stood back up. “ I don’t like the smell of blood. Your hand was reeking of it.” The young girl blinked at him in surprise. “Blood?” She looked down to her now bandaged hand surprised that he was able to smell blood. It was then that sesshomaru started walking away. “ Hey were you going?!” She called out watching him leave. “ Somewhere else, this place smells. I don’t want to be bothered by others.” Others, meaning hungry demons. Not that he was afraid of hungry demons, he just didn’t want to be bothered by them. “ Others? Wait, you don’t mean demons right!?” Sesshomaru said nothing and just kept walking. “ Hey, wait!” She called out, scrambling to her feet and running after him.

“ By the way, my name is Akari.” She said with a smile placing her hands behind her back. “ What’s your name?” He did not answer, instead, he stated an observation. “ You’re exhausted.” Akari stopped for a moment frozen from the statement, then sighed but smiled nonetheless. She didn’t blame him, she was spazzy and a bit of an emotional roller coaster. “ Yeah I guess I am.” She then started walking. “ You still haven't told me your name, you know.” She said once she caught up to him. “ Sesshomaru.” Akina smiled brightly. “ It’s nice to meet you, sesshomaru.”

From that moment on they talked. Well more of akina talked and sesshomaru searched for a new place to read, only opening his mouth to answer a question or two. Strangely, he found himself enjoying this interaction with this human girl. Normally he wasn’t very social, but for some reason he wanted to hear what she said. Especially with the next topic. “ And that is how I found this really cool cave to live in.” He stopped walking and looked over to her curiously. “ A cave?” She nodded excitedly that he was showing interest in her cave. “ Yeah, it’s huge, it even has a waterfall and spring in the back so I have clean water.” Sesshomaru gave her a strange face . “ Why are you living in a cave?” Throughout this whole time she had been talking she didn’t mention how she came to be out here in the forest. Akina looked down at her demon shifting to a more melancholy state. “ I was exiled from the village. There was a drought and some animals died. Everyone seas it’s my fault, that I am a demon.” This fully caught sesshomaru's attention. “ Why’s that?” He asked curiously. “ Well…” Akina fiddles with the bow on her wrapping slightly. Not enough to unwrap it but small tugs. “ It’s because of my eyes. Everyone seas they are not normal and that only demons can have my eyes. They say that my eyes are signs of evil and they did not want me in the village anymore. Because I was bringing drought and sickness. Seshomaru let out a snuff in amusement. “ You, bring about Drought and sickness? Ridiculous.” He said then started walking again. Akina blinked at him, surprised. “ How do you know that?!” Sesshomaru smiled. “ Because I was able to smell your blood. You are definitely human.” Akina’s expression went from a questioning look to a beaming smile. He was the first one to ever see her as human. She opened her mouth to say more when the panicked calls of multiple people rang out. “ Young master!” “Young master, where are you?!” “ Young master!”

Sesshomaru sighed and looked to the direction of the voices. “ I am guessing you are the one they are looking for. Huh?” Sesshomaru nodded in repsode Akina began rubbing her arm with her non cut hand. “ Okay, well…. I guess I will see you then.” Her tone was quiet, and somber but still hopeful. A hint that Sesshomaru did not miss, he looked back at her and nodded. Akina perked up from his response. “ Okay! Then how about tomorrow!?Meet me at the tree okay!” Sesshomaru lifted his hand and waved, showing that he heard her as he disappeared back into the forest. Akina giggling excitedly that she had made a friend. Even if she knew nothing about him. Questions she would have to ask tomorrow. A rustling of brush caught her attention and out hopped a rabbit. The young girl crouched down instantly. “ Okay rabbit this time you're mine.” With that she pounced into the brush.

It didn’t take long once sesshomaru was out in the open for the staff to find him. “ Young master there you are.” We were worried about you.” Your father wishes to see you.” They all said at the same time as they dusted him off and straightened his clothing. The youngest female of the group gasped in horror when she saw the tear in his sleeve. “ Young master, what happened!?” Sesshomaru looked at the woman glaring and pulling his sleeve from her grip. “ Nothing.” He replied and began walking into the palace.

He walked through the doorway and headed to the stairs when out from the side room stepped his mother. The queen of the palace stopped and giving her son a look over. He smelled of a human girl, and blood. Her eyes then fell on his clothing. Feigning ignorance She returned her eyes to her son's face. “ Sesshomaru dear, your clothing is all tattered. What happened?” She asked, flicking open her fan. Sesshomaru looked up to his mother. “ Tore it on a tree branch.” He replied as he headed to his room. “ Did you?” Inukimi replied with a knowing smile spreading across her lips as she his behind the fan. “ Very well, go on and get changed, your father wishes to teach you.” Sesshomaru nodded and wade his way down the hall to his room. His mind is still thinking of his meeting with the strange mortal girl Akina.

#anti sessrin #anti sunrise

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houseforarmys · 4 years

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hi! i'm not that great with fics and au ideas but the moodboard makes me think of florist taehyung that works at a flower store and jungkook being a nature photographer and maybe someday he walks past by tae's flowershop and he gets inspired by his flowers for new photos and the moment he sees tae he gets lost, possibly finding nature in tae's eyes itself! i apologize in advance if this is weirdly worded or it makes no sense :(( i really love your fics!

what do you mean not good!! that was super cute and the way you worded it was gorgeous! thank you sooo much for your idea, i hope i do it justice!🥺 and thank you so much for supporting my fics too!💜

-pairing: taekook

-genre: fluff

jeongguk was far from home. just with his car and a few bags of clothes he left busan, the ocean view and the mountains behind his house. daegu wasn't ugly at all, just unknown beauty and so, his pictures didn't do justice to the things he saw yet. the softer view of the pictures he took of busan always reminded him or home, comfort. and that was why daegu's nature was new. because he didn't know what it made him feel and just because of that, the pictures didn't do justice to what it'll cause eventually.

however, that one day of october, walking down the street, the smell of fresh flowers, with one or two butterflies, perhaps what could be a humming bird or a bee in a blue flower, caught his attention. maybe it was the smell, or it could have been the life around it from the stray cat lying on the sun in front of the sunflowers, or the mentioned butterflies. whatever it was, jeongguk found it important in his daegu album.

he kneeled down rather far from the flowers and zooming, he found the perfect picture of the butterfly, landing on the flower and drinking from it. while it still needed some editing, jeongguk already found himself smiling to it. nonetheless, there was an emptiness in the picture. it missed what the busan album didn't, the feeling it gave him.

"morning," a sweet voice said. jeongguk looked up to see a man with an apron and a beret. "like them?"

"yeah, they are really pretty," he said. "sorry, i just... i'm a photographer. i wanted to capture that,"

"oh no, please. it's fine by me. i'm glad the butterflies inspired you, or my flowers," the man said and jeongguk lift himself from his pose before bowing.

"i think it may not be the last time i come around here. i'm jeongguk,"

"hey. taehyung," the man, taehyung, bowed back with a careful smile. "i should go back to work, but you're welcomed here at any time,"

jeongguk smiled to himself, waving his hand goodbye as the florist stepped inside the shop again. he thought of the flowers, and mostly, of how the guy's eyes sparkled the same way waterfalls did. he started walking his way back to his hotel room while thinking how warm taehyung's stare was, maybe even able to make plants grow if it were for him.

just like promised, jeongguk was back at thr flower shop the day after, early in the morning.

taehyung arrived in a small sized van, one that fit the colors of the flower shop. the florist smiled as he came out of the vehicle, welcoming him as he opened the trunk with new flower cargo.

jeongguk was quick to lower his camera gear and to help him pick up the heavy wooden pallets. taehyung only thanked him with a smile and a whisper and jeongguk felt more than thanked.

"you open so late?" jeongguk said, lowering the roses on the floor.

"i usually finish deliveries during mornings. had to go to the cementery and a residence too just to deliver some flowers voluntarily," taehyung said and it drew a smile on jeongguk's lips.

"i'm glad there's still people like you alive,"

taehyung smiled at the words and just shrugged them off, as if doing that was nothing but common sense. jeongguk then insisted on going to pick the last pallets of flowers frlm the trunk and let him rest for few minutes.

"well, those are all, need help with anything else?" jeongguk asked, taehyung shook his head.

"no, thank you," they smiled.

jeongguk stayed in the store anyways, seeing how gently taehyung treated the flowers and every customer, even gifting one or two flowers just for making someone's day happier.

the photographer managed to take a picture of the flowers, one of the stray cat that kept napping under the sun. however, the picture he liked most was one he caught by mistake of taehyung picking up a lilac flower. it was just his fingers wrapping softly around the petals but it said more than he had known from him already.

he was expecting the flower to go to a customer, but taehyung just smiled and put it behind the photographer's ear. jeongguk smiled.

(later, months later when jeongguk got the courage to ask taehyung out and to finally kiss him, taehyung found it the albums that jeongguk had been talking for weeks about.

busan's was full of water, mostly blue and yet always finding it comforting. jeongguk described it as home, as safety and trust.

daegu's, however, was different. pictures that made jeongguk think of fear, insecurities and also magic filled the pages. and lastly, taehyung blushed as he laughed when the last picture was just one cropped of his eyes under the name of love)

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patrickstargang · 4 years

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The Firelord’s Promise (Kyoshi fic)

Chapter 1: Nomad’s Land

Chapter 2: A Bureaucrat’s Word

Chapter 3: Throw Away Your Honor, Rally In The Streets

Chapter 4: Unfortunate Truths

Chapter 5: A Change For The Better

Chapter 6: The Roles We’re Given

Chapter 7: To Save A Life

Final Chapter: I’ll Always Be With You

Kyoshi entered the Fire Lily Inn through the lobby. It was night time when she arrived so she tried to be quiet and not wake anyone up. The lobby was empty again, so she decided to use the water pump to remove her makeup. After drying her face, she made her way up to the next floor.

She expected the halls to be empty and dark, but that was far from the case. Instead, it was crowded with people. There was a jolly atmosphere about the place. It only took a moment for everyone to notice Kyoshi’s arrival as the room burst into applause. She was confused at first by the reaction until she heard someone call out from the back of the room.

“Our brothers and sisters are coming home!”

Zoryu had kept to his word, finally. It was another weight off of Kyoshi’s shoulders. She smiled as the demonstrators celebrated both her success and her return. Then she noticed a group of people making their way to the front.

First, she saw Rangi, her hair was still down from the last time they talked. And soon everyone else came to see her. Jinpa looked relieved that the situation didn’t get out of hand or end with her having to fight the Fire Nation army again.

Rangi ran over to her towering girl, jumping into her embrace. Kyoshi didn’t need a second thought before giving her a kiss. It was like they forgot about all the other people in the room. But nobody was phased by it, besides Kirima cracking a teasing joke and Atuat nudging Hei-ran playfully, seeing her daughter act out of what would be considered proper Fire Nation etiquette. But it didn’t bother her anymore. They had both abandoned honor by this point, she was just happy to see her daughter was still as happy being with Kyoshi as she was before.

To Kyoshi, this was about as close to a dream as she could get. Despite everything that had happened that morning, she had helped to bring justice. It was still hard for her to believe, the idea that something was finally turning out right for her. She wanted to hold onto this feeling just a bit longer, just like how she wanted to keep holding on to Rangi.

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By the time the festivities had died down, it was already late into the night. The rest of the group made their way to their rooms, as did Rangi and Kyoshi. Rangi guided her way through the dark, creating a little ember to find where the bed was. Kyoshi and Rangi burrowed under the blankets, trying to relieve all the stress and worry of the day by softly talking to each other, hoping to fall asleep.

“So, Zoryu was sort of a pushover?”

“Honestly if you were there you probably would have been embarrassed. I guess just being super serious and talking menacingly was enough to convince him I wouldn’t let him off easy.”

Rangi chuckled softly. “That definitely sounds like him.”

They both laughed, thinking back on the day a bit more fondly now. During a moment of silence, they nestled closer into each other. The blankets weren’t the finest quality, but the warmth of Rangi helped make up for how thin the sheets were. It also helped since Kyoshi’s legs were popping out of the edges of the blanket.

Rangi fondly looked at her. “You know, I meant what I said when I told you I was proud of you. So is everyone else.” She looked off to the side for a moment. “Even my mother.”

Kyoshi had seen Hei-ran be supporting before, letting her know that she was part of the family. But every time she found some semblance of admiration from the woman it felt surprising. It felt strange to be considered family by anyone. Well, anyone that wasn’t Kelsang.

Sad thoughts kept coming back to her when she least expected it, but she wouldn’t let it ruin the mood. Kyoshi kissed Rangi’s forehead while lightly brushing her hair.

A thought came into Kyoshi’s head. “That reminds me, when this is all over we should go visit your island. I still want to see it.”

Rangi nuzzled closer to Kyoshi, letting out an exhale of relaxation. “I’d like that…..”

They both slowly fell asleep, Rangi with Kyoshi’s hair brushing and Kyoshi with the feeling of Rangi’s warm breaths.

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She felt the panic again. She saw brief images. Images she hoped to never see again. The last moments she ever saw Kelsang, right before he died. She could feel her heart race, only going faster and faster before she jolted herself awake.

She tried to slow her breathing down at the risk of hyperventilating. After she got her bearings, she realized it was still night time. Rangi was still fast asleep.

The feeling of loss came back to Kyoshi, but now she had no way to push it off to the side. She didn’t know how to deal with, or who to talk to. But that gave her an idea.

Kyoshi didn’t want to leave Rangi by herself like she did back at the estate, so she found a spot next to the bed to meditate. She straightened her back and put her hands firmly together. She found a steady pace to breath, closed her eyes, and tried to enter the Spirit World.

A few moments later, Rangi felt the empty side of the bed. She slowly woke up and saw Kyoshi meditating. She chuckled to herself before getting out of bed and joining Kyoshi’s side. While she was partly meditating, she was mostly sleeping while sitting up.

Meanwhile, Kyoshi was beginning to see the familiar floor of fog that acted as her view of the Spirit World. She was hoping to see Kuruk, something she never thought she would want to do before. She couldn’t talk to Kelsang, but she wanted to hear more about him from someone who also cared for the Air Nomad.

Some of the fog began to part, feeling the clouds shift around her. She began to feel a presence before her, she didn’t look but she could tell someone was there.

“Thanks for seeing me Kuruk,” said Kyoshi with a bit of weariness in her voice.

“Oh, you wanted to speak to Avatar Kuruk?”

This question confused Kyoshi greatly. She could hear his voice, but there was something different about it. Like it had changed slightly. She wasn’t even sure if it was Kuruk. It was unclear.

“Kuruk isn’t here right now, but he said it would be good for me to visit you.”

Suddenly the voice of the man before her was clear. Not just clear, but completely recognizable. Kyoshi audibly gasped before she looked up.

“It’s good to see you again Kyoshi,” said Kelsang with a warm smile.

Kyoshi was in utter disbelief. She was seeing him right in front of her. With the same warm smile, the same welcoming eyes, the same everything. It didn’t take long for her to start tearing up. She tried to speak but couldn’t find the right words at first.

Her hands shook, trying to reach for him. Even when she was in the Spirit World, she could feel the touch of someone else. She checked, just to make sure her mind wasn’t playing a trick on her. But it wasn’t, these were definitely Kelsang’s hands. She looked up at the old Air Nomad, tears streaming down her face. She didn’t know what was going on, but right now it didn’t matter.

“I-It’s really you….”

Without warning, she embraced Kelsang. He let out a quick puff of air from the surprise, but he let go of a quick chuckle as well. Kyoshi held onto him tightly, the same way that Song had done with her. Kelsang gave Kyoshi a comforting pat on the back while she tried to contain herself. But after a while she gave in, letting her emotions fall out of her like a waterfall. She attempted to speak through her tears.

“I missed you so much……”

“I missed you too, my little Avatar.”

Kelsang then leaned back from Kyoshi’s embrace, examining her for a moment. “But then again, you never were very little. Have you grown a few inches on me?”

Through her sobs, Kyoshi found it in her to laugh. Kelsang always knew how to get her out of her worst moods, even now. But Kyoshi, even in a moment where her mind was scrambled with a million thoughts, had something on her mind.

“Kelsang, I’m…..I’m so sorry.”

The Air Nomad kept smiling, even if he was confused at the remark. “What for?”

Kyoshi didn’t even know where to start. The feeling of blame came back to her in full force. “I’m sorry I didn’t become the Avatar you would have wanted. There was so much I could have done differently. I could have been helping the world more than I did. I feel like I might have……..disappointed you…”

She felt Kelsang’s hand on her shoulder. “How could I ever be disappointed in you?”

She looked back at him to see his warm smile again. It was infectious, making all of Kyoshi’s sad thoughts fade away as she grinned slightly.

“I know you’ve been through so much and maybe there are some decisions you’ve made that you regret. But look at all the good you’ve brought. I mean, look at what you’ve accomplished in just a day.”

Kyoshi hadn’t even thought about the time that had passed. It felt more like a week than a day. While she was in a daze, Kelsang playfully ruffled her hair.

“You’ve grown up so much. You're not the shy girl you used to be. You’ve grown into a strong young woman. You’ve also become a pretty good Avatar!”

It was good to see Kyoshi still enjoyed Kelsang’s corny jokes. It was another thing about him that she missed.

Kelsang took another moment to look over Kyoshi, seeing all that's changed with her. “I can’t tell you how proud I am of you.”

The words hit her hard. She heard about how proud everyone was of her, but she needed to hear it from him the most. And like that, the tears came back. She cried, but not from sadness, it was more a release of some of the sadness she had held onto. The Air Nomad continued to comfort her.

“And I’m happy,” Kelsang smiled playfully. “Both for you and Rangi. You look wonderful together.”

Kyoshi was still crying, but her head shot up in surprise and slight embarrassment. Kelsang chuckled to himself, knowing he caught Kyoshi off guard.

“It seems she really loves you. I can’t think of anyone who would go to the lengths that she has to help you. I mean it, I’m really happy for you two.”

Kyoshi tried to wipe her tears, another smile came over her. “Thank you, Kelsang.” But then a thought crossed her mind. “Wait, how did you know about me and Rangi?”

The Air Nomad responded first with a knowing smile. “Kyoshi, you may not know it but I’ve been by your side for quite a while now.”

Kyoshi was confused and Kelsang could see it.

“After I died, my spirit had followed you through your journey. I wasn’t able to communicate with you directly because I’m not part of the Avatar cycle. Kuruk did some of that for me. Quite frankly, I’m not even sure how I’m talking to you now. But I’ve seen it all. I’ve seen the hardships you’ve endured and I’ve seen the friends you’ve saved.”

Kyoshi began to remember Kelsang’s death. She felt the wave of guilt come over her again.

“I wish I could have saved you.”

Kelsang could sense the guilt in her words. His face turned serious for once.

“I know you blame yourself for that, and I understand why you might feel that way. But it was never your fault. If you tried to save me, Jianzhu would have killed you. I would never forgive myself if I let that happen to you. I’ve had my time in the world, you still have time to do so many great things!”

The Air Nomad smiled again, exhaling softly. “Besides, I got to see something that I wouldn’t trade for the world.”

Kyoshi’s soaked eyes narrowed in interest. “And what's that?”

“ I got to see my daughter grow up. ”

Kyoshi froze for a moment. Her breath was shaking. This was the first time anyone had called her “daughter”. And how assured Kelsang said it, like it felt completely natural, it felt like a heat was rising to Kyoshi’s chest. Then she embraced Kelsang, letting the tears continue. Kelsang was also tearing up slightly, but he hid his face while Kyoshi hugged him. Kyoshi didn’t want to let go.

“I love you,” Kyoshi paused for a moment before continuing. “....Dad.”

Kelsang patted her back again, now he was the one trying to contain his tears. “I love you too Kyoshi.”

As they held onto each other, she noticed the fog slowly flowing backwards. She didn’t want to go back now, but she knew her spirit vision could only last for so long. Soon they separated, with Kelsang beginning to make his way to the other side of the foggy realm.

He turned back to Kyoshi, who was trying to talk to him.

“Before you go, there's something I need to ask.” She tried to find the right words. “Yun, is he in there too? Is he with you?”

Kelsang nodded slightly. “You’ll see him again when the time is right.”

“.....Will I see you again?”

Kelsang smiled, a smile that was confident in what lied ahead. “Yes, you will. I’m not sure when, but you will see me again. But until then, just remember……..I’ll always be with you.”

The fog began to cover Kelsang. Kyoshi wanted to reach out for him, hang on just a bit longer. But it was only a moment before the realm became a blinding light.

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Kyoshi opened her eyes. She felt the tears streaming down her cheeks. She breathed, this time with a greater sense of calmness. It felt like letting go of so much pain and anguish all at once, it was hard to take in at first but it was still healing. But when she looked back up, she saw something that took her breath away.

A thousand tiny embers lit up the room, all scattered like stars in the night sky. They were all bright but contained little fires, all had a life to them but were still tranquil. Kyoshi froze in her position.

She noticed Rangi next to her, maybe she was doing this. But she nudged her slightly to find she was sleeping. Kyoshi couldn’t believe it. She was doing this.

Rangi slowly woke up after the nudge, wiping her eyes to clear her vision. “Kyoshi, are you ready to come back to bed-”

She stopped as she noticed the embers. She was awestruck, her mouth wide open. She looked at Kyoshi and then back to the embers.

“Kyoshi, are you doing this?!”

Kyoshi nodded, still unsure if she actually was the one doing this. She relaxed some of the muscles in her fingers and suddenly the embers grew dimmer. Now she knew for certain it was her.

Rangi stared at the ember filled the room with a sense of amazement, smiling without realizing it. “I can’t believe this! This is incredible!”

She looked back at the Avatar. “Kyoshi, how are you doing this..” She trailed off, noticing the tears in her eyes.

Rangi became concerned, not sure of what might have happened while Kyoshi was meditating. She put her palm next to her face. “Kyoshi, is everything alright?” She didn’t get a response at first, so she tried asking another question. “Did you talk to one of the Avatars?”

Kyoshi smiled, wiping away some of the tears. She turned to face Rangi. “No, I didn’t. But Kelsang says ‘hi’.”

Rangi didn’t know what to say, she knew how much Kelsang meant to her. She could see it in her eyes, the feeling of relief. Rangi embraced Kyoshi, with the tall girl nuzzling into the firebender’s hair. No matter if they were sleeping in their bed or meditating together, they found peace with one another.

Kyoshi held onto the embers for a little longer, taking in this new kind of power she’s never felt before. She had only been good with big, bombastic feats of bending most of the time, so seeing this happen by her own hand felt like doing the impossible. She thought about how she did this while she was talking with Kelsang. She thought about how she did this with Rangi by her side. It made her think…….

Maybe this is what peace really feels like.

#avatar #atla #shadow of kyoshi #rise of kyoshi #tsok #trok #kyoshi #rangi #jinpa #hei-ran #kelsang #the firelords promise #the firelords promise part 8 #the firelords promise chapter 8

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Lost Horizon, Pt. 3

Here we go again folks! @scharoux continues to blow me away with her faith in me as we take Rhaella on this journey!

This long fic picks up almost directly where The Last Game last left off - with Rhaella pregnant and alone in a world where Solas has removed the Veil, despite her attempts to stop him. Rhaella has now escaped Kirkwall (and Solas) with Merrill in tow.

My Ko-Fi || My Commissions

Part One of Lost Horizon can be found here

Part Two of Lost Horizon can be found here

Other pieces about Rhaella I have written include:

1. All Things Green and Growing

2. The Long Road Back

3. The Turning of the Year

3. The Same Kind of Scar (contains explicit content)

4. World Without End (contains explicit content)

5. The Last Game Pt. 1, the Last Game Pt. 2, and the Last Game Pt. 3 (contains explicit content), and the Last Game Pt. 4

Pairing: Rhaella Lavellan x Solas, post-Trespasser

Rating: Teen

Warnings: Other parts of the series contain directly referenced character death for a character from DAI, implied character death for characters from DA2, and general references to death and destruction.

This section contains depictions of childbirth.

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At least they managed to get to the Emerald Graves without any problems.

Rhaella could count that as a blessing.

She cried herself to sleep more often than she didn’t, claimed she needed to take a break from riding because her back was sore when really she wanted to duck behind a tree and sob into her folded arms out of Merrill’s earshot - but at least they’d made it to the Emerald Graves. Beautiful, terrible, full of history. It was oddly soothing to be in a place that outwardly reflected what she inwardly felt, where past and present and heartbreak already collided.

It was not soothing to see so many spirits there.

These were not just the simple wisps that had followed them to Skyhold - these were fully matured spirits that could approach them and speak to them, or command them to go away, as did one spirit of Command as they entered the Graves.

Spirits with fully formed personalities who might pass on word of two elven women, one of them heavily pregnant, making their way through the Emerald Graves.

“Maybe we shouldn’t stay here after all,” Merrill said as it became apparent that they were everywhere, and not just in one isolated part of the region.

Rhaella felt the tears well up all over again.

She was exhausted.

Exhausted in every way a person could be.

She had ridden hard and hoped hard and tried her best and she still had nothing to show for it but a plan that fell apart every time she tried to stitch it together. She just wanted to be safe. To have space to grieve. To prepare to welcome her son into the world. She couldn’t think of anywhere else they could go. The Exalted Plains were still a blasted wasteland and far too exposed by and large - nowhere really to hide, no safe warren to build her nest - who knew what any Dalish clan there would think of her - she couldn’t go further into the heart of Orlais - there was no time to cross the mountains back into Ferelden -

She was dimly aware that her breath was coming in shorter and faster, that the roaring in her ears had returned. Merrill’s hand was on her shoulder. None of that mattered, none of it could override the terror of how trapped she was.

Then, in a puff of purple smoke, there was Cole, eyes luminous, pale blond hair gleaming in the waning sun.

“Panicked, breaking but not broken - you have been here before and you will be here again and you will always pull through. Be still, friend. I am here to help.”

Cole’s hand went to her other shoulder. Rhaella’s panicked breath began to slow.

“What in the name of all of the Creators -” Merrill murmured. “Where did you come from? Who are you?”

“My brothers and sisters are worrying you,” Cole said, still looking only at Rhaella. “Do not be frightened. They will listen to me. I will tell them what a precious secret you carry, and they will keep it. I am here to help. I am always good at helping, aren’t I?”

Rhaella thought of the cheese and mint, the barrels full of daggers, the honey spilled on windowsills. A compassionate knife easing the pain of the dying. The tightness in her chest receded.

“Yes, Cole. You are.”

“Cole?” Merrill asked, bewildered. “Isn’t that a human name? Are you not a spirit?”

“Am I?” Cole asked, his voice laced with amusement. He had grown somehow since Rhaella saw him last. Perhaps he was more at home now that the Veil was gone, now that he was no longer torn between two worlds.

“Cole is a friend,” Rhaella said finally, rising, one hand on her belly, waiting to feel some movement from her child. When she felt it, the final bit of fear eased. “An old friend at this point, I suppose. He is also a spirit of Compassion.”

“And you knew him from before the Veil fell?” Merrill asked. She reached out and took hold of Cole’s hand. “And he has a body? But he can appear and disappear? I have never heard of such a thing. Are you like Anders and Justice, a spirit and a person sharing the same body?”

“No. I am only me. Only Cole.”

“Fascinating.” She dropped his hand and walked in a quick circle around the two of them.

Cole tilted his head, watching her progress. “Bright, buzzing, beautiful - your mind is full of shining gears. So much more clever than anyone ever gives you credit for. You and I will be friends.”

Merrill laughed - giggled, actually.

“Well, that’s settled then.”

A wave of exhaustion overcame Rhaella even as she smiled. “Cole, do you know somewhere safe for us? Somewhere we can settle in for a long time and remain undetected? We’ll need shelter, room to garden, fresh water…”

Cole nodded slowly. “I think so, yes. I will look, and tell the others not to speak of you.”

With another puff of smoke, he was gone.

“Do you think he can teach us how to do that?” Merrill asked, green eyes wide.

Rhaella snorted and shook her head. She did not have the energy to express it, not with her panic so recently gone and her belly so heavy and her back so sore, but she was grateful that Merrill was capable and intelligent and yet also innocent enough to still find wide-eyed joy in the broken world around them.

Cole returned a short while later and told them to follow him. He led them through the woods to a place where the land rose into two sharp cliffs on either side of them, drawing them down into a gorge. It opened up eventually into an elliptical clearing with trees and shrubs, flat grassy spaces, and a stream that poured through the rock face at the very end of it.

“It’s perfect,” Merrill said, pacing around. “Space enough for us to camp, to keep the animals, to start planting that garden.”

“Only one way in and one way out,” Rhaella said, eyeing the high sides of the cliffs around them. “If someone finds us, we’re trapped here.”

“We’ll set daily wards far enough away from the entrance that we’ll know if someone gets too close. A second layer behind that so we can be certain they’re headed in our direction. That will give us time to prepare to move on.”

Rhaella nodded. The exhaustion felt stronger now that the possibility of rest was so close. She nodded at most things that Merrill said from that point on - about the location of the garden, about the idea of making a small pen for their mounts, about making a lean-to to provide better shelter for them. She nodded and nodded until finally their bedrolls were set up and she could lie down and seek oblivion.

Rhaella woke from that oblivion in a flowering field - a clifftop, overlooking waterfalls. She recognized it at once. It was the place she had gone with Solas when he saved her from death in the Crossroads. When they made love for the first time. They had sat here together and talked. It was a beautiful place, if bittersweet now. Bitter because it was yet another place where he left her - sweet because it was the place where their child had been conceived.

She felt the warmth of the sun on her cheeks and tilted her head back and closed her eyes and let herself focus more on the sweetness than the bitterness for a moment. She was going to be a mother soon. Something she had wanted but feared would never happen. She would always have a piece of Solas - of the man she loved still, she could admit that here, surrounded by wildflowers and sunshine - and she was grateful for that. Grateful that it had happened. She breathed in deeply and let the warmth of the thought fill her, crown to toe.

It spread, tingling all over her skin, warming her back - and then there were arms around her, and the warmth was coming from someone else’s body holding her close.

“Ma vhenan,” he whispered softly.

And that was when Rhaella realized what had happened.

She was in the Fade.

She had gone to sleep without taking Merrill’s draught, without setting her own mental wards through meditation.

The arms around her were Solas’s.

She stiffened in his embrace. She felt his arms loosen. She could stand, escape from his arms. Turn and scream at him. But she didn’t want to. She wanted to be held. To be safe in his embrace, to soak in his warmth, to turn and kiss him. She loved him. You couldn’t hide that kind of thing here in the Fade. It shimmered around you like the haze of a late summer afternoon.

She relaxed and felt him relax in turn, hold her closer. She breathed in the familiar smell of him, felt the beating of his heart, felt how her own ached and sped up at how much she longed for these moments with him still, after everything that happened. She heard him sigh, felt him nuzzle against her hair and breathe her in. She rested her hands on his forearms where they wrapped around her waist and felt tears rise in her eyes at the feeling of her palms on his bare skin, how good it felt. That simple connection that he had broken when he broke the sky open.

They lingered there like that for a while - how long she could not say, because love and time both felt infinite here - and then he finally spoke.

“Come home.”

That broke the spell.

“No,” Rhaella said. She started gathering her strength so she could wake. Had he been trying to locate her while they held each other? Had he figured out where she was? She couldn’t risk another second longer in his company.

“Rhaella, please -”

She pulled free of his arms but then his hand was on her chin, thumb on her lips, not holding her, not grabbing her, but cupping her. Longing for her.

She glanced back at Solas over her shoulder then, and it was like looking into the sun. His blue eyes, his freckles, the sharp angles of his face. His grief blinded her.

Ma vhenan, her heart sang back to him, but she did not let the words slip free.

“Come home,” he said again.

“No,” she said, and woke.

It was jarring to be back in the grotto with Merrill standing over her. Rhaella could still hear the roar of the waterfall in her ears. Could still smell the wildflowers. Could still smell him, feel him, at her side.

“Are you well?” Merrill asked. “I didn’t want to wake you but you were murmuring and twitching. Did you enter the Fade?”

Rhaella sat up and pressed the heels of her hands hard into her eyes, until her vision danced with spots of color. When she opened them again, and her eyes adjusted, she felt clear of the dream at last.

“Yes,” Rhaella said. “He was there. Solas.”

“Fenedhis. Did he figure out where we are?”

Rhaella thought about it a moment. She thought about the way he’d clung to her, the look on his face when she pulled away, how he kept asking for her to come home. Begging, really.

“I don’t think so,” she said. “I think he was really hoping that I would tell him. Or that I would just agree to come home. I didn’t get the sense that he was using his magic or trying anything covert.”

“He is the Dread Wolf,” Merrill said darkly. “The trickster. We can’t be certain. If you do really want to stay away from him, we have to assume that he would use an opportunity like that to track us. We can’t let you get so exhausted that you forget to take the draught or to guard yourself in the Fade.”

Rhaella imagined it again - the flowers and the water and the breeze and the sunshine and his arms around her. She ran her hands over her belly and imagined he was there with her, rejoicing in the new life they had created together. She imagined him being there when their son was born, the joy in his eyes when he held him.

Then she took all of those feelings and wrapped them carefully in a box and put them away.

“Yes,” she said to Merrill. “We will be more careful. I don’t want him to find us here.”

For two weeks, Rhaella and Merrill had space to breathe.

Not much space to breathe, of course - the opening they’d found in this ravine was not large, nor was the grotto in the shelter of the rock where they’d set up their shelter. But it was a sliver of peace in two lives that had not known much peace, especially not in the last several years.

They settled in at once with the practice of two Dalish women who’d been on the move many times before in their lives - arranging shelter while keeping an eye on the prevailing winds, designating latrine space well away from their fresh water supply, ensuring the animals had access to the water but likewise wouldn’t spoil it. And, of course, Rhaella’s favorite task - setting up a garden.

It was the garden that brought Rhaella the greatest peace in those two weeks, even more so than the fact that she no longer spent hours in a saddle, even more than the whisper of wind through the trees rather than the clamor of a city, even more than the fact that she could take a nap whenever she wanted to now. This had always been the thing that centered her, brought her peace. Her fingers in warm, dark earth, coaxing things to grow. It was how she and Solas had first begun to connect after all, wasn’t it? That gully in Crestwood, the blood lotus, their hands meeting in the rain.

Rhaella imagined connecting with her son over these same things. Showing him how to test the moisture in the soil, how to space the seedlings apart, which plants made good bedfellows and which ones didn’t. That was what brought her the most peace. The idea that she could build a life for her baby now, however small, however imperfect.

She was beginning to feel better about the idea of her son arriving soon. She and Merrill had no idea when it would be exactly, of course, but it had to be soon. Rhaella was big as a harvest moon in the autumn sky, heavy and tired every day now, working on the breathing exercises she’d once helped her Keeper teach other women in Clan Lavellan. She hadn’t yet reached the point of despair some women reached, where they became convinced the baby would never come, where the sheer weight of the waiting began to crush them. She didn’t think she would reach that point.

Your father made sure I was ready to wait for things with no idea of when they’d come. Thinking that they would never come.

Merrill was the only one who regularly ventured out of the grotto in those two weeks, mostly for the purposes of hunting. She reported hearing other elves nearby, though she never interacted with them. Some were Dalish, some Orlesian, and still others spoke Elvhen, the kind the two of them had only heard spoken by the likes of Abelas and Solas.

“I can mostly understand them at this point, and it didn’t sound like they were looking for anyone in particular,” Merrill reassured Rhaella. “I think they had just awoken from uthenera. They were trying to understand what happened, and find their way to civilization.”

That eased Rhaella’s tension. She had been vigilant about preventing exhaustion, about meditating before sleep, about taking Merrill’s herbal draughts. She had not entered the Fade since that night that Solas came to her, and she had not been using her magic either. She didn’t like the full feeling that gave her, like snaps of electricity might spring from her hands without her control the way they had when her magic first manifested, but it was a necessary evil for now. Eventually - someday - it would not be like this.

She was going to live forever now, after all. Wasn’t she?

When Rhaella was working in the garden one day and felt the staticky change in the air, she thought it was her overripe mana at first. Then she looked up at the sky, saw the high, billowing clouds in the distance. She took a deep breath and breathed in the metallic smell of oncoming rain.

“There’s going to be a storm,” she called back to Merrill, who was busy with something near their bedrolls, her back turned.

Merrill mimicked her at once - looking to the sky, smelling the air.

“You’re right. A good summer thunderstorm, and a strong one at that. I’ll work on blocking off the entrance to the ravine so the animals can’t escape if they are frightened by the thunder and lightning.”

Merrill tucked away whatever she’d been working on quickly enough that Rhaella felt a pang of confusion and curiosity. She didn’t pry further, though. Merrill had done more than Rhaella had any right to deserve since they escaped Kirkwall.

Then Rhaella felt another pang, not in her chest but lower down, in her belly and back. A tightening like a giant hand had come down and squeezed her whole midsection. The back of her neck prickled and her heart sped up.

Could it be - ?

It was better to just keep busy and keep moving. There was so much to do before the storm came. (Her belly tightened.) She wanted to check the trellises for the plants in the garden and ensure that they were secure. She wanted to wrap the baskets with their provisions in oiled cloth so that if water reached them they would not spoil. (Her belly tightened.) She wanted to move their bedrolls further back into the grotto, under the overhang of rock, and then cast a barrier so none of the elements could reach them. (Her belly tightened.) Could she sustain barriers over the garden and their animals, too? Barriers were simple spells and if she cast them without any particular flare, and cast them quickly, they would not attract anyone to them -

This time when her belly tightened, it stopped Rhaella in her tracks, locking up her breath within her chest. It came with a wave of pain bright and coppery as blood.

“Rhaella? Are you well?” Merrill’s voice broke through and Rhaella could breathe again.

“I am,” she said, even as nervous flutters filled her chest and stomach in the wake of the pain, as she considered what it probably meant.

“You can take a rest,” Merrill said. “I can finish the preparations for the storm.”

Rhaella had only gotten through half of her list. She couldn’t allow Merrill to take on everything else.

Her belly tightened hard when she started over towards their dry goods with the oiled cloth, and her steps slowed to a crawl, until she finally had to concede and stop moving. She felt Merrill watching her even through the pain that came with it, spiraling up her spine.

“Barriers,” Rhaella managed at last, after what felt like an eternity. “Could you help with some barriers? Just to keep the worst of the wind - ” The pain was lingering now, slinking through her body even when the tightness was gone. “Off of the plants and the animals and our provisions.”

“Of course,” Merrill said. “Are you certain you don’t want to rest?”

“Positive,” Rhaella said. If anything she felt the need to move and pace, however slowly she moved. Something was happening in her body, something she’d seen happen to dozens of women before her when she still lived with her clan, but something she still feared to name out loud.

So she did move, continuing over to the dry goods and kneeling down, wrapping each woven basket up in its cloth, pausing when another contraction hit her to rest her forehead on her arms. She could use the word now, she knew what was happening. Her child was on its way, and even just thinking the words filled her with twin tendrils of anxiety and excitement. She knew she should tell Merrill but the clouds were thickening and the chemical smell of rain was picking up and it would break soon, and sometimes this phase of labor went on for hours and hours anyway, and Merrill had already done so much for her -

Her belly squeezed tighter and tighter and pain burst behind her eyes in fractal patterns like lightning, and she leaned against another basket of dry goods and did her best to breathe through it, reminding herself to soften her jaw, to unclench her hands. Tried not to wonder what her baby would look like, if she would see Solas’s eyes looking back at her in a few hours.

Tried not to think about what was now irrevocable, undeniable - Solas would not be there for the birth of his child.

The sky darkened and their mounts wickered nervously and the wind picked up and Rhaella had just made her way into their sleeping quarters and laid down when the storm burst above them with a crack of thunder and a cascade of rain. Merrill cast her final barrier, sealing them into the grotto with a shimmer of magic light. The rain hit the barrier and flowed over it, almost like a waterfall, so ethereal and lovely that for a moment Rhaella just watched it, heedless of anything else around or within her.

Then - another contraction, so sharp this time she cried out, and a rush of wet between her legs.

“Now then,” Merrill said calmly, appearing at her side. “Don’t you think we ought to discuss the fact that you are having a baby today?”

Rhaella could not help but laugh, however weakly, as the contraction ended. The next one came on quicker, though, and then she was not laughing.

Merrill hummed to herself, barely audible above the sound of the storm outside, as she set about making preparations. She poured water from one of their sealed jugs into the pot they used for cooking and summoned heat into her hands so she could warm it to boiling, even though they always purified it before they put it in the jugs. She laid a large clean cloth beneath Rhaella and neatly folded several others nearby, and unrolled a pack of surgical tools that was part of any good Keeper or First’s pack at all times. Rhaella tried not to look at those. She tried to focus more on the excitement than on the nerves. She was going to meet her child at the end of all of this.

Lightning flashed while Rhaella labored, illuminating the grotto and casting severe shadows everywhere she looked. There was little room to stand and walk but Merrill encouraged her to move through different positions, to sway and rock and do anything she could to distract herself from the pain as it grew, grew, grew. Merrill fed little whispers of magic into her belly, just enough to dull the pain, but every time it seemed to come back stronger. The wind roared outside and her world narrowed down to just how much it hurt, how each hurt was coming faster and faster and stronger and closer together and how there was nothing but pain and the sound of the rain and Merrill’s cool hands soothing her, soft encouraging words that Rhaella could not longer hear or understand. There was only the pain and the present and the feeling that both were neverending - and then, layered on top of it, a sudden terror - the realization that this was real and if the pain ever did end she would be a mother and she wasn’t going to be enough for her son, she knew that already -

“You can do this, Rhaella,” Merrill said over and over again. “You can do this.”

“I can’t, I can’t, I can’t, I can’t, I don’t know how to this on my own -”

“You’re going to be just fine, lethallan. You have everything you need within you.”

“But I don’t have him, I don’t have -” Even in the haze of her pain she cut off the thought. No. She didn’t need Solas here. She didn’t need him at all.

“You have made it this far on your own power. You have everything you need, lethallan. I believe in you. All of our ancestors are here with you in this moment, and they are giving you everything you need.”

The next sensation that overpowered her was a deep pressure, a need to push that overwrote the feeling of pain swarming every part of her. She had to, had to, had to push, had to push right now, had to push as hard as she could, had to push even if it was going to break her, and she feared it might, and Merrill wanted her to try sitting up or moving to all fours but she couldn’t do it, not without him -

“Solas!”

The name was torn from her lips, primal as the sound of the storm, and she wished in that moment that he was as powerful as everyone said he was, that he might appear at her side, summoned like a spirit, and take the pain away, tell her he was here, that she was going to be okay.

But he didn’t come, and that was what she really wanted anyway, wasn’t it?

There was no more thought after that, only the pain and the urge to make it stop - and then, finally, one last long hard push, and there was a tiny, squalling, red-haired infant in Merrill’s hands. The pain evaporated and there was only wonder.

“You have a daughter,” Merill said, smiling, exhausted.

A daughter.

Not what she had imagined, expected. But small and perfect and nestled against Rhaella’s bare chest now, squirming and crying and balling up her tiny little fists. Rhaella felt tears of a different sort streaming down her face as she held her there, skin to skin, close as close could be.

“Hello, little one,” she said again and again over the cries as they quieted. “Hello, hello, hello.”

Then her belly tightened again, hard, and the pain and the pressure were back.

“What’s happening?” Rhaella managed as she felt the urge to grit her teeth - to push again.

“The afterbirth, most likely,” Merrill said, though even she was frowning as she felt Rhaella’s belly.

“No, this feels - this feels like what just -” Rhaella’s breath began to quicken again. She held her daughter back out to Merrill. “Take her.”

And just like that, like a nightmare that would not end, like a dam breaking, the pain flooded her all over again, coursing through her body, tearing another scream from her throat. She had to push, push, push again, but her daughter was already here, she wanted to hold her, she wanted this to be done -

And then there was more crying - another infant in Merrill’s hands.

“Creators above,” Merrill murmured, and then looked up, smiling. “You have two daughters.”

Rhaella laid back against the pillows they had arranged behind her, and held out her arms.

Merrill nestled both babies into Rhaella’s arms, and she held them, and studied their fine copper hair, the scrunched red faces. She marveled at how they both curled against her instantly, as if soothed by her presence. Her daughters. She had two daughters. How was she going to feed and care for two babies?

The ‘how’ didn’t matter, actually. She was going to do it. She already loved them both so much that it paralyzed her and gave her wings. She had two daughters.

Merrill checked them over while they cuddled against Rhaella and pronounced that they were both healthy, and that Rhaella herself was in good shape - nothing a little healing magic wouldn’t repair, which Merrill performed quickly. Rhaella wanted to sleep but she didn’t know how she would take her eyes off the two perfect marvels that were now spreading out their limbs, turning their little heads, exploring, suckling at her breasts. She didn’t know how she would ever sleep again when she wanted to memorize the exact slant of their little pointed ears.

“Thank you,” she said to Merrill when she finally remembered that there was a world beyond her two tiny daughters. “Thank you.”

“Thank you for trusting me to be part of this moment,” Merrill said, smiling. She looked worn out too. The storm was still going, though not nearly as intense as before. Rhaella wondered how long she had labored for. “I did have one more gift for you - though in hindsight, it is not enough.”

Merrill went over towards her side of their grotto and rustled around. She returned carrying a small woven cradle. Rhaella thought back to all the times she’d seen her friend working secretively over the last two weeks, hiding things away, and her heart was so full of joy and gratitude that it broke open again, and tears welled out from her eyes.

“I will have to make a second one, but they should both fit for now,” Merrill said, considering.

“I do not deserve your kindness,” Rhaella managed, barely a whisper.

“Of course you do,” Merrill said. “Everyone deserves kindness. And you have done so much for our world. It is the least I can offer in return.”

Rhaella let the tears fall a little longer. One after the other, her daughters fell away from her breasts, calmer now.

“Would you like to hold them?” she offered.

“Always,” Merrill said, arms outstretched. “That’s the best part of helping, isn’t it?”

Merrill smiled and cooed at them and Rhaella watched her and tried to wrap her mind around it all. She’d done it. She’d had twin girls. She’d borne Solas’s children, and he was not there. She had a family now, so many years after the family she’d known had disappeared. It was not exactly how she’d imagined how it would happen - perhaps not even how she’d wanted it to happen - but she’d done it, and she was beginning a new chapter in her life now. A happier one, because these two girls were in it.

“What will you call them?” Merrill asked.

“I haven’t the faintest idea,” Rhaella laughed weakly. “I was convinced I would have a son.”

“That’s a decision for later, then,” Merrill said. “Rest now. I’d say you’ve earned it.”

They settled the girls into their bassinette, and as much as she’d thought she would stay awake forever watching them, Rhaella felt her eyelids growing instantly heavy, her whole body dropping like a stone into sleep, and then there was darkness.

When Rhaella woke she was in the field of wildflowers again - the high plateau overlooking the waterfalls. It was peaceful. Lovely. Quiet. Her shoulders and chest felt lighter than they had in years. She tipped her head back and felt the warmth of the sun on her face and let out a long, slow breath. She was going for a walk through this field. She had all the time in the world.

(There was, in the back of her mind, a small prickling, a little spike of doubt like a stubborn weed. But she knew that she deserved this moment. She knew this field was safe.)

The flowers and tall wild grass brushed soft against her fingers as she walked. She breathed in their scent - herbal and sweet and sharp and earthy. There was a river at the other end of the plateau. She’d walk there and let her feet dangle in the water. It had been such a very long time since she rested - really rested - and she had earned this.

(She knew, with all her arcane training, that something was off here - but she did not care.)

The river rushed over a bed of colorful rocks - tans, peaches, browns, creams, all rubbed smooth by eons of running water. Rhaella lifted her skirts and stepped into the river, feeling it pull at her ankles and cool her skin, enjoying the pressure and texture of the rocks against the soles of her feet. She’d been on a long journey, and this was her reprieve. She closed her eyes, and tipped her face up to the sun, and it felt warm enough to banish every winter to come. The sound of the wind through the field and trees filled her soul.

She opened her eyes, and the wolf was there on the other side of the river, looming large and black as the abyss of night.

He sat there on his haunches, and even without the six glowing eyes, she knew him.

Her reprieve was over.

“I’m not in the mood for parlor tricks. What do you want, Fen’Harel?” she said, words sharp as glass.

Smoke blurred the form of the wolf and when it cleared Solas was there, forehead creased with sadness, eyes so blue they pierced her like arrows. There was some pride left in the straightness of his spine - but his shoulders were slumped forward. Not enough that a casual observer would catch it, but enough that she did. She’d struck true and deep with her words.

“I wanted only to observe you for a while. To have the hope that you might look upon me as another part of this scene and not as something you hated.”

Vhenan, why? Why would you smash everything up and then sit and cry amongst the pieces?

“If you didn’t want me to hate you, you shouldn’t have done something so hateful.”

“Please -” he started forward, bare toes touching the river now. “You know it was not an act of hate. You know I wished there was some other way. You know I tried to find another way. But it is done now, and there will be no more secrets or lies between us. I lived a life wrapped up in secrets and I have torn them all away now. I only want you. Our life together. Please -”

Another step forward, and the river lapped around his ankles.

Rhaella did not move.

“You’ve spoken sweetly to me before and brought me only pain afterwards. This is just another one of those times.”

“Vhenan, that is not true. I have meant every sweet word I have ever spoken to you. I mean them now. I cannot keep you safe when you are apart from me like this.”

“You didn’t seem to care if I was safe or not the first time you left me. Why do you care about my safety now when I am the one who left you?”

“Rhaella, you do not know the stakes. The people who are out to find you now - the Evanuris - even you cannot stand before them unaided. And you must think of our child. Come back to me before they arrive, and let me protect you both - let me be the person I have always wanted to be, before all the lies - a man who loves and is loved. Let me be there for my child.”

Rhaella opened her mouth to reply, but at that moment a strong breeze whipped across the plateau, stripping flowers from their stems, bending the trees, bringing with it the scent of water and earth and new life -

And carrying the sound of a crying infant.

Solas went utterly still.

His jaw dropped slowly down.

“Rhaella -” he began, voice hoarse, pleading.

She woke.

“Rhaella. Rhaella.”

It wasn’t Solas’s voice that greeted her on waking, but Cole’s. He hovered over her, moon-pale eyes wide and unblinking. Rhaella came back to her body. She was sore and exhausted in ways she had never been, and her breasts were full and tingling, and she remembered it all abruptly.

My daughters. I had my daughters.

They were crying in their bassinette. Her heart leapt at the sound. Nothing on earth could have kept her from them in that moment. Not even the member of their father standing stock still in the river, eyes as wide as if he’d been dealt a killing blow.

Merrill was hovering over the bassinette, hushing them.

“I wanted to let you sleep a little while longer, but it seems they need you,” she said as Rhaella knelt beside her. Rhaella reached into the basket and touched her daughters, one after the other. Their warm full bellies and their soft rosy cheeks and their little balled fists. She reached for one of them, preparing to lift her. She was dimly aware that the storm had passed, that a thin, eerie mist had snaked its way into the grotto. That something felt wrong. But all that mattered was her two little girls, and she was going to care for them, and she wasn’t going to cry over the memory of their father standing there alone, betrayed.

“There is no time,” Cole said, his voice soft and urgent.

“What is it?” Rhaella asked, though her stomach had already dropped into her toes.

The air was too still. Then Merrill’s head jerked up suddenly, like a horse that had heard the snap of a twig. There was no sound - but Merrill was the one who’d placed the wards well outside the ravine. The one who would know if someone was approaching.

Cole straightened slowly, his gaze distant and unfocused, as he followed Merrill’s gaze.

“He is coming,” Cole said.

#beach writes #beach does commissions #lost horizon #scharoux #rhaella lavellan #rhaella x solas

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littlemissyina · 5 years

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Multitasking

My first Oliver fic uwu

I hope I did him justice!

Tagging the biggest Oliver stan I know and the brains behind this amazing event! @alloveroliver

Multitasking

AllOverKinktober Challenge

The Fortnight - Day 4 of 14 - 10/09/2019

Ikemen Revolution - Adult!Oliver x MC/Alice

Challenge Kink: Hand Jobs

Other Kinks:

Alice had just arrived at Blanc and Oliver’s residence for their weekly afternoon tea. She was greeted brightly by Blanc, but Oliver was nowhere to be seen.

“I’m sorry, Alice. I’m afraid Oliver won’t be joining us for tea today,” Blanc said, closing the door.

Alice frowned. “Is he hiding in his workshop again?” She knew that sometimes Oliver could get caught up in his work, but it was not common for him to miss their tea time.

“I’m afraid so,” Blanc replied with a frown of his own. “I was just going to bring him some tea and cake when you came.”

“Oh! Let me take it to him. At least I’ll be able to say hello,” she said, smiling brightly.

He didn’t even try to argue. “Very well, Alice.” He motioned for her to follow him into the dining room and picked up a tray with a small plate of food and his tea. “Please be careful, the tea is still hot,” he said, handing the tray to Alice.

She smiled in thanks as she made her way towards Oliver’s workshop.

“Oliver? It’s me,” she said, knocking softly on the door. “It’s tea time!”

~*~*~*~*~*~

Oliver’s brows furrowed as he toyed with his latest invention. He ran his thumb in a circular motion along the dark metal, his jaw clenched as he tried not to grind his teeth.

“Mm,” he grunted, exhaling harshly through his nose. It was quiet in his workshop, except for the soft rhythmic pounding that could be heard from under his desk. He bit his lip as he continued to tinker with the new gun, his hips softly rocking into her hand.

Alice leaned forward, letting some of her saliva dribble onto the tip of his cock, then bringing her hand up to spread it along the length of him. He bucked his hips softly at the sensation, letting out a small groan. She smirked at his reaction, her free hand sneaking under her dress. Her breath ghosted over him, causing him to drop whatever he had in his hand. She smirked, hearing the muffled clank of the material on the desk above her.

“Alice.. you… dummy,” Oliver gritted through his teeth.

She began to pump faster, feeling him twitch in her hand. She heard him drop more metal onto the table before she saw his hands come under to pull her forward.

The cool air of the workshop was a welcoming feeling on Alice’s cheeks. Her eyes blinked a few times to adjust to the lighting before focusing on Oliver’s sharp gaze on her. His hands clamped down on the arm rests, his cheeks flushed a cute shade of pink, contrasting to the gaze of his dark eyes. She leaned forward, licking the precum that began to drip from him.

Oliver watched her, entranced by the movement of her hand stroking him. Her pace never slowed, bringing him closer to his release. The way she looked at him through her lashes, sticking her tongue out to lick at the tip did wonders to him. She knew exactly what she was doing, and he knew what he would do to enact his revenge on her when she was through.

“Alice,” he groaned, feeling the last of his resolve begin to chip away. He wouldn’t be able to last much longer, and she wasn’t showing any signs of slowing down. He closed his eyes as he started thrusting into her hand. He suddenly threw his head back, eyes wide and upwards as he felt his cock twitch and could feel the telltale throb of his release.

Alice watched as threads of white cum waterfall over the tip of his cock, and dripped its way over the head and over her fingers that were still wrapped around him. She continued to pump him, struggling to keep her hand enclosed around his width as he throbbed through his release. When he finally began to soften, she let go.

Oliver grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her up, taking a handkerchief out of his pocket and wiping her hand.

“I can never get anything done when you’re here,” he said, tucking the handkerchief back in his pocket.

“I thought you would be good at handling multiple tasks at one time, and you needed to relax,” she said, frowning. “I miss you when you hole yourself up in here.”

Oliver sighed, running his hand down his face. He gave her a look before grabbing her hips and hoisting her onto his lap.

“Then I guess it’s time for a break. That frown on your face is a distraction,” he said, peppering kisses on her face and neck. “Maybe I can get this project done after you show me what a nice, relaxing break can do.”

#alloverkinktober #Kinktober Challenge #the fortnight #ikemen revolution #ikemen kakumei #Oliver Knight #ikerev oliver #fics by yina #smut

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enigmalea · 5 years

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Pride

WORD COUNT: 847

RATING: T (Teen)

RELATIONSHIPS: Solas/Abelas

FIC SUMMARY: How Solas came to be. A lengthier drabble written for the Cullrian discord’s (Herald’s Rest) Pride event. Because I have to be difficult I wrote a non-Cullrian ficlet. ;) PROMPT: WORD CHALLENGE - include your favorite PRIDE word in a quick scene or art doodle! [I chose... obviously... Pride.]

The infant's screams had drawn Mythal to him, and she'd found him, the only living creature in a ring of death and destruction. He had been too small to draw the attraction of whatever monsters (whether Elvhen or true monsters) had slaughtered his family. Found as he was, she could only give him one name: Abelas. He had felt the tug on his consciousness early in Abelas' life. Mythal's chosen, he had striven to do everything he could to earn his adoptive mother's pride. It was difficult work. Mythal did not dote or give unnecessary affection; she did not coddle unnecessarily. And thus, to gain her attention, Abelas had to be the best. He was the brightest student, the most successful archer, the most fastidious in prayer; he excelled in strategy, championed justice, embodied compassion. His work did not go unnoticed and every day which passed caused Mythal's satisfaction with the boy to grow. Pride could feel it tugging at his consciousness, pulling him farther from the Fade, and closer to the boy. He watched Abelas grow, the boy's own pride making him desire to take a form to be with him. It wasn't enough to sense his pride from afar, Pride wanted to bask in it. He appeared before him the first time while the boy was sleeping, a mere wisp of power, barely enough to make himself known. In Abelas' dreams of the future, Pride felt himself taking shape, becoming something like the man Abelas hoped he would be: intelligent and brave and loyal. He began to learn the shape of the world and what it meant to do things like hold and touch and feel. He began to know what it was to have a form. Pride felt the final tug into reality much sooner than he expected, and it hurt, felt like chewing on glass, though he wasn't sure how he knew that. Everything was too bright, too sharp, too real. He inhaled deeply and his nostrils burned. Abelas was 18 years old, and tomorrow, he was taking the mark of his Mistress, to join the ranks of her elite guard, the high priests of her service. It was the culmination of all of his work, and for that, Abelas could not be prouder. The whimper which left Pride was undignified and unintended, and it drew Abelas' attention away from the waterfall which he was enjoying in solitude. He spun on his heel to face the source of the noise, surprised to find himself face to face with another young man. He was taller than Abelas, with long, dark auburn hair, and grey eyes. He was doubled over in pain. Abelas hesitated to go to him; although he enjoyed spending time in this place, the hart statues here were intended to honor June, and at the moment, his Mistress and June were not on fantastic terms with one another. "Who are you?" he asked, eyes narrowing critically, as his hand fell to the hilt of the sword at his side. Pride whimpered again, trying to force his mind to force his lips and tongue to make sound that the young man who unintentionally called him into being would understand. He forced his eyes to the man's face, and their eyes met. Pride forced himself to a half-standing position and he felt the other man's eyes sweep over him. His hand dropped from the hilt of his sword as he realized Pride was unarmed. Manifesting clothing had been difficult enough, Pride could not manage weapons. "You are Abelas, and I am Solas." The shape of the sound was unfamiliar and weak. Abelas narrowed his eyes at Solas but took a step closer. "How do you know me? Where did you come from?" "From the Beyond," he answered softly. Abelas took another step and Solas mirrored his action. "You made me real. Your pride and hope and ambition called me into form. I'm here for you. I've been with you since the beginning." "I don't understand," Abelas whispered, but he couldn't seem to force himself to stop getting closer. Solas stood fully, their eyes meeting across the inches. His hand tentatively reached out to cup the other man's cheek, reveling in the sensation of soft skin beneath his brand-new fingertips. "Not yet, but you will," Solas answered. Abelas leaned into his touch, and Solas felt the smallest tug of his lips upward. He leaned forward, pressed his lips against the other man's softly. Abelas froze, hesitating just a bit before returning the kiss. Solas pulled away reluctantly, leaned his forehead against Abelas' and sighed softly. "I've wanted to do that since you first dreamt of kissing." Abelas flushed and reached out to take Solas' hand. "You're a Spirit, made flesh, then?" he asked after a moment. "You… you gave up your nature… for me?" Solas nodded, surprised that Abelas had understood immediately what was happening, though he really shouldn't have been. "I think I've been waiting for you all my life." "We're together now, at long last, vhenan, and may we never have to part."

#dragon age: inquisition #abelas #solas #abelas/solas #enig writes #dragon age aus #dragon age fanfic #dragon age fanfiction #enig writes: prompts

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asteraegis · 5 years

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that evandra fic lmao

So it’s set in a sort of “kingdom au”, which is basically the same rules of modern day where everyone is alive but it’s a fantasy medieval period. It isn’t as smutty as my edawale and fryeway fics because evie has class unlike edward but there is sex in it eventually. 3604 words

Tags are: wlw, mention of animal death, a fuckton of kissing, cunnilingus, metaphors like that one lesbian sea shanty in odyssey (it’s a dyke/hozier thing), evie crushing big motherfuckin time, kassandra being kassandra

The view outside my modest stained-glass window taunted me as I sat nearly consumed by my studies. Ink I swiped over while writing painted my right hand’s palm and little finger indigo, smudging my forehead as I tried to soothe a fierce headache.

I stood and opened the window, leaning out against its ledge, feeling the breeze play with my loose hair. The crisp air blowing in from the alpines and lush forest gave me a welcomed shiver, a nice change in comparison to the stuffy room I had been holed up in all morning.

“I have got to get out of here,” I muttered, stepping away from the sights and wiping my hands and face clean with a handkerchief.

Abandoning my satin sleepwear, I slipped into a cornflower blue linen gown, tugging the most comfortable sandals in my possession on and descending down stairs of marble, my small travel purse in hand. A walk would do me justice afore I went mad in these walls.

Coming toward the palace mess hall, I decided to grab myself a canteen and loaf of bread seasoned with rosemary, setting these items in my bag next to my leather back journal and dirk. As I left the room and began to make my way toward the doors, my brother that thinks himself to be a jester with the rights of a noble cut in my path.

“Well, well, well! What’s this? The kingdom’s recluse of a princess is leaving her chamber?” Jacob chaffed. “Did the books tell you to give them some space, Evie?”

I rolled my eyes. He really never would understand that with nobility comes more than swordfights and feasts.

“I just want to go for a stroll, Jacob,” I replied, ‘course my reply came out like a hiss as I pushed pass him.

“Like, out in the garden?”

“No, a bit farther, down by the stream.”

“Oooh, an adventure you’re set on! Hope your books can protect you from bears and wolves,” he sneered.

I swallowed as to keep my temper, knowing he just wanted to get a rouse out of me. Turning around with a forced smile, I said to him, “I have a dagger with me, Jacob. How about you see if Arno needs pestering, hm?”

“Hmph, if you’re that desperate to be alone, enjoy your stroll, sweet sister!”

Jacob left and as did I, at last escaping the palace’s walls. I exchanged brief ‘hellos’ with the other noblewomen, Aveline, Elise, and her majesty Amunet, who were having a spot of tea and gossip under a grand willow tree. I strode toward the ivy strangled gate, then went forth venturing down the old river-stone path. Small finches and doves made songs overhead while egrets scouted for salamanders in the bank’s reeds. Squirrels darted in front of me as I headed for my long-time favorite hideaway, a tiny spring hidden by willows, oaks, and looming boulders. I could hear the faint call of its humble waterfall, teasing my skin that longed to stand under the gentle flow. A scenic cove, just for me and plenty to sketch while I lay in a bed of clovers, or, better yet, I could wade in the calm waters naked and let nature shoo my stress away.

But alas my daydreaming was interrupted by a frantic young buck knocking into me as it dashed across the stream elsewhere. I glared at the deer from my spot on the ground, rising to my feet quickly when I laid my eyes on what he had been chased by. A lean, taupe-coated wolf stalked out of the shrubs toward me, seeming to decide I would make and easier meal than the deer. My hand whipped my dirk in front of me and I stood my ground, clutching the blade in my sweaty palms and doing my best not to appear afraid, my heart beating wildly. The wolf went to lunge and I stabbed my knife into its fur, missing a puncture on the animal as I found myself more focused on avoiding its claws. The beast came at me again, pouncing on top of me. I held it back away from my face with my forearms, its teeth biting inches from my nose. The wolf had swatted my measly blade out of my hand from its last attack and from this angle I was beginning to wonder if maybe I should have spent more time sparring with Jacob rather than cooped up at my desk or in the library.

Just as things began to appear bleak, the wolf yelped and fell over, staggering to its feet with a fresh arrow lodged in its neck. Another arrow pierced its chest, giving me time to grab my dirk and finish the mad dog off, panting while my eyes scanned the vicinity for who had helped me.

A tall, muscular woman with scarred olive skin appeared from the bushes, adorned with garments crafted from animal hide I’m sure she fashioned herself. She replaced her bow back behind her, drawing near me with an out stretched hand.

“Are you all right, milady?” she asked, standing over me.

I took her hand and she pulled me effortlessly upright. “I’m, uh, I’m fine, thank you,” I stammered out, taking a step back from her as I felt my cheeks flush from admiration, thankfulness, and her closeness.

“That’s good to hear. Judging by your gold circlet and dress’ dye, you’re one of the princesses from the palace over yonder, no?” she inquired as she picked my satchel from the ground.

“Yes, I was bored and wanted to visit the spring a little north of here,” I said, taking the purse and setting my blade away.

“Might I accompany you, then? To ensure your safety, your highness?”

My heart fluttered at the mere thought of spending time with this heaven-sent Amazonian-esque woman. “Yes! Yes, of course! Oh, and please, ‘your highness’ is sweet, but just call me Evie.”

She smiled warmly, her honey eyes ensnaring my gaze. “Thank you, miss Evie. My name is Kassandra, should you be curious to know.”

“Then many thanks to you, Kassandra.”

We got to the spring in no time. Really, I would have likely been fine alone, but it was nice sharing the path with her while she explained that she was a mercenary, paid by a tanner to collect fox pelts. She was searching this area for the little vulpine creatures when she heard the wolf growling. At the hideaway, the ethereal beauty felt even more fantastical with Kassandra’s presence. She stared in awe of the surrounding area while I shamelessly watched her skin become dotted by the mist’s droplets coming from the falls.

She turned to me with that same charming smile but with childlike wonder in her gaze. “I’m sorry, your high—Evie, do you mind if I stay with you for a bit longer? Please, this place is one of the loveliest views I’ve ever seen.”

“Oh, not at all, Kassandra, I wouldn’t mind your presence. In fact, I have a rosemary loaf, should you be hungry and want to split it with me. It’s the least I can offer for your saving of my life,” I told her, doing my best not to appear desperate for her to stay.

“Really, Evie?” she was beaming from my answer. “I would love to share a meal with you!”

I couldn’t help but grin the entire time we ate together, her telling me that she came from the naval kingdom to the west and answering all the questions I asked about sea travel between bites.

“I’d love to go sailing someday,” I sighed finishing my half as she swallowed hers.

“Well, should your kingdom’s queen allow it, I would gladly petition to take you out,” she said, then hastily continuing with, “um, sailing, take you out sailing.”

It’s a wonder a woman could have such stunning charm, vast natural knowledge, and a kindhearted soul and still appear human by slipping up on her words. I leaned against the oak behind where we sat, giggling at her embarrassed expression. “I’m sure lady Amunet wouldn’t mind.”

Kassandra seemed glad to hear that, standing and facing the spring. “Um, would it be too awkward if I soaked in the water, miss Evie?”

Of course, I wouldn’t mind you being naked, I thought, Who would? “No, it’s fine if you do, Kassandra, please, go right on ahead.”

She thanked me, though it’s not like I own the spring and can dictate who is allowed to use it. I took my journal out of my bag to sketch the dragonflies dancing across lily pads and the rippling surface, but mainly to give Kassandra some privacy while she disrobed. Half way through drawing the body of the insect, my eyes wandered away from the paper and in her direction. She flipped her fur shawl off and unclasped her undershirt, revealing her back. Her skin was visibly sweaty, she must have been exploring for a while before coming across me. Next, she stepped out of her boots and pants, laying her clothes on a stone by the spring. Kassandra waded slowly into the water, moving her arms out to feel the cool, clear liquid swirl around her fingers. I couldn’t look away despite wanting to give her space, after all I had just met her. I found myself flipping to a blank page and sketch her figure as she wiped her hands over her body. I knew it was wrong to draw her nude without her consent, but I wanted to keep her image forever in my mind when I inevitably had to return to the palace and my dusty books. She unbraided her hair and dipped her head under the water. She flung her head back, her hair slinging sprinkles of beads across the surface.

I felt my cheeks warm. It was like watching a nymph play in a river, and I felt her aura pulling me toward her. I set the journal away and took off my sandals, Kassandra turning when she heard me rustling, the sunlight glistening off her wet chest and drenched locks. I gave a friendly smile to make myself feel less of a creep. “I think I might join you, Kassandra, it is terribly humid out and the spring is taunting me.”

It’s true I was being taunted, but it wasn’t by the spring. No, this woman’s body was like a siren’s call, awakening lust with its silent song only your soul could hear.

“It does feel quite refreshing, Evie.”

I lifted my gown up and over my shoulders, pulling down my panties and folding them next to my shoes and purse. Kassandra moved to help me into the spring so I wouldn’t slip, though her standing so near with my hand in hers made me feel light headed, her image clouding my mind. Her chivalry is nice and all, but this might get dangerous if she keeps it up.

The water embraced me, though I ached for the hand I was holding to clutch me instead. My thoughts flooded my common sense as I developed a dazed look in my eyes, staring down her wet frame. To rest my head against her neck, to feel her lips trail down my bosom, to press myself against her, to become one in this secret place. It was immoral of me to think of this as I had been betrothed to another who I loved, but he could never compare to her grace. She just held herself with an air of confidence, like she’s had eras of practice with women of all backgrounds, like she was a mythical creature that comes out whenever a woman heaves a melancholy sigh. I wish a gorgon would come and petrify us in this state so I could stand locked in Kassandra’s eyes with her for the next century. Better yet, to be a stone Kassandra carves so I could feel her press into my body day in day out and smooth me over and over until she’s done with me and I can stare at her without her notice.

“Uh, milady Evie, your hand.”

Her voice startled me and I flicked my eyes down, realizing I was still holding onto her. I released, blushing and staring into the water away from her. “Oh, oh my, I’m sorry about that.”

God, I’m such a dunce sometimes.

She chuckled. “It’s quite all right, dear, I don’t mind you staring.”

My eyes widened. She knows I’ve been staring at her this entire time, I thought, a hot feeling settling in my arms. Of course, she knows, I hadn’t managed to keep my eyes off her for long since she saved me. I’m such a harlot, I haven’t known her for longer than an hour, what am I doing?

“Kassandra, I’m sorry I’ve been lost on you for so long. I know I’m being rude, after everything you’ve done for me in this short time, I really shouldn’t be acting so stricken right now,” I was chagrinned, my desire for her drowning my senses.

She placed her palm to my shoulder, reaching around with her other hand to tilt my chin towards her, snagging my eyes in hers yet again. “Evie, I swear to you whatever you have been daydreaming about is nothing compared to what I yearn to do for you. You’re stunning, you’re intelligent, you’re sweet to me despite our class differences and short time being together, and you being ashamed of yourself for your mind makes you appear restrained. Let me help you release your tenseness; I promise to give you the attention you need.”

I was shocked, to say the least. That this, goddess, would want to treat me so. “Kassandra, I—”

She took both my wrists in her fingers and pulled me near. “Evie, I would build a shrine for you, I would sacrifice myself if it meant to stay with you forever in the afterlife, I want to worship you as the nobility you refuse to accept yourself as. Please, allow me to do this for you.”

This has to be a lucid dream, there is no way this woman is real, she can’t be serious right now, I thought. “Kassandra, you’re lying, you can’t actually want to—”

She leaned in and kissed me on my lips, holding me still for a moment before pulling back. “Did that feel like a lie, miss Evie?”

I’ll be honest, it didn’t. It felt like I had just passed away in my bed and cherubs were leading me to heaven. I closed my eyes for a moment then looked up at her. “Do that again. Everywhere.”

She shown a grateful smile and leaned into me again, our lips fitting together as she undid my hair and tossed my circlet to my things. Kassandra and I made out, our tongues touching at first on accident but then just because neither of us cared. We backed toward the small waterfall, it cascading down us as Kassandra ran her fingers through my hair. Losing a battle with my self-control, I found my arms wrapping around her neck and tugging her against me while I leaned against the wet stone. True, the shower and rocks were freezing, but her touch warmed me so, I could barely notice. She led me away, our lips not once parting, and laid me across a large horizontal stone that stuck out of the spring.

She pulled back for us to get proper breaths and Kassandra held my face in her left hand. “Evie, may I touch here?” she asked, gesturing toward my pelvis.

I nodded. “I did say everywhere.”

“Yes, of course, you’re right.” She lowered her face toward my neck, her breath tickling me. “Everywhere.”

She smelt like petrichor, so close to me, and I knew that today she’d ensure that, every time it rained, she would come to my memories. Her hands held my hips as she trailed her lips down my body like I had desired them to earlier. Kassandra licked at the water that clung to my breasts but didn’t stay fixated on them for too long like a man would, she knew exactly where she needed to be.

Her mouth continued down to my naval and then she spread my legs, a firm grip on both of my thighs. I moaned softly from her teasing kiss she left on my clitoris, her hot breath exciting me. Kassandra’s tongue started at the base of my vagina, coming slowly back up to where she had kissed. She circled it with the underside of her tongue, never lingering too long on one side. Her right thumb came down below her chin and rubbed my perineum, pushing down on it as she closed her lips around my clit. I felt my hips twitch; it had been so long since someone else did this for me. My hands reached down and clutched the back of her head, pulling her closer. I heard her chuckle, muffled against me. She knows that she has me now under the control of her mouth, flicking her tongue up and down like she was flipping a switch.

I felt a sense of hiraeth at her mercy. She had me biting my bottom lip, she could easily make me come quickly but she wanted to make sure she made this feeling last as long as possible. Never has anyone ate me slowly to savor their meal, it’s usually because they’re unsure what to do. I tangled my fingers in her chestnut hair, tilting my head back to moan, her sucking making me gasp.

“Oh, fuck,” I whispered under my breath and she decided it was time to finish me off.

I gasped, my pelvis tingling, my finger tips feeling like they had been burnt, they felt numb but not in a painful way. My toes curled, my clitoris trembling as she kept licking at me, not letting it come up for air. Arching my back from the stone, I wrapped my legs around her shoulders like I had before with my arms. I released her from my thighs’ hold after I steadied my breath and she came to kiss me again, her body over mine. I swung my arms and legs over her, pulling Kassandra down against my skin. She set herself so her thigh would rub against me again, taking one of my hands down to feel her. Kassandra was wet too, from more than the spring, I could feel her pulsing in my palm. I rubbed her clitoris between my fingers, her moaning into my mouth and her hand that get her propped up over me nearly slipping. It made me happy to know I was making her feel as I did earlier. She kept my hand steady on her, guiding my fingers to tell them exactly what she wanted. She backed off from kissing me as she came from my hand, her voice sounding so delicate doused in pleasure. Kassandra pressed her body against mine and kissed me again, this time I could tell it was to make up for her mouth not being able to say “thank you” at the moment.

She stood slowly and I sat up on the stone. She laughed, pointing toward the buck from earlier standing at the spring’s edge, sniffing at us from afar. “It appears we have a peeping tom.”

I giggled, moving to my feet, feeling that Kassandra had stolen part of my heart. The cool water around my pelvis made me shiver again, just not because it was cold. We waded hand in hand back to our belongings, the deer running off from us approaching. Kassandra and I got dressed and she kissed the top of my head.

“Would you mind if I walked you back to the palace’s gate, my princess?” she cooed in my ear.

“Of course not,” I entwined my fingers in hers. “And if you stay in the area, I’ll see about having you knighted in this kingdom, too. You deserve it after proving your ‘worthiness’ today.”

She snorted from her laughter which made me laugh too, leaning against her as she led me back down the path. The poor wolf from earlier was being scavenged by an eagle, which chirped at Kassandra as we passed it. I moved off of her when we neared the queen’s demesne as to not appear to any onlookers that I had been having a little affair while my fiancé was away. Luckily for us, the only person that saw us was the visiting Auditore prince, and he has plenty of scandals of his own to deal with.

I hugged her goodbye, Kassandra assuring me that this wouldn’t be the last time I see her, especially after I pointed out which window was mine with a wink. She kept her eyes on me until I had entered the palace and from outside my window, I could see her petting the eagle. She waved goodbye and walked off into the forest she came from. That night as I laid with my face in my pillow, I thought of her and decided to flip through my rough sketches of her. In my bag I discovered she had left a glove in my bag alongside one of the bird’s speckled feathers. I held them close to my chest, knowing that this night’s memory would last a lifetime, if not longer, then set them next to me in my bed, dreaming of Kassandra and all the things she did for me.

#i write #evandra #evie #kassandra #assassins creed #ac syndicate #ac odyssey #acod #acs #i talk #this is so gay oh my god i need to calm down #my lesbian is showing yall #evie frye #i might reblog my edward smuts so that they can be properly tagged too #since they are gone in my notes #lol anyway have fun with this sorry i used so many metaphors this reads like a hozier song #its 5:37pm #theres literally only one cuss word in this whole fic lol #this is what i do when i have essays due for class

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