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winchesterxxi · 3 years

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For the Best (Din Djarin x Reader) | PART 1

PART 2 ⇒

Rating: G (General Audience)

Type: Angst

Summary: Din has put his life at risk one too many times in order to protect Y/N. But how much is too much?

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: CHAPTERS 14 & 15 SPOILERS

A/N: this a long one, so strap in. and fun fact, that’s my favorite gif of din, ever. something about the ruffled hair, the worried eyes and the facial hair just hit the spot. (UPDATE: Hi so apparently people want this to be a series??? So part 2 is in the works but because this was intended to be a one shot apologies if it seems rushed)

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Din would give his life to protect the ones he loved. It wasn’t just a case of honor and duty anymore but rather of pure unfiltered love, which he’d never admit out loud or phantom of letting you know. Most of the times he’d do it so unconsciously that it was as if a primal instinct took over him when it came to protecting either of you. Sure you were a grown woman, with amazing hunter skills but for him, you were something that he had to protect, without making it too knowledgeable to the people around him.

That is why he was quite reluctant to take you along with Mayfield to the hidden Imperial rhydonium refinery on Morak to get Moff Gideon's ship coordinates.

“Din, I’ll be fine.”

“What if-”

“No discussions. I’m going.”

And he just silently nodded his helmet in a yes ma’am manner that made the whole crew on the back of The Slave side eye each other.

Once inside the officer's mess hall, where the terminal Mayfield needed is in, he notices his former commanding officer, Valin Hess, and fears being recognized, refusing to step into the hall.

“This is your part of the job. You go in there and you get the bloody coordinates.” you hiss at him through your own helmet.

“My part of the job? I drove us here while under attack and saved our asses, and you have the nerve to say this is my part of the job? No way I’m going in there.” he looks between you and Din.

“I’ll do it then.” you say decidedly, but before you could take a single step into the hall, Din grabs your upper arm.

“No.”

“What do you mean no? He won’t do it and you’ have to take your helmet off which is not happening.”

“Why would I have to take my helmet off?” he questions through his modulated voice.

“All the terminals in this refinery can only be accessed after a facial recognition scan. I noticed it while we were making our way through the halls.” you explain causing Mayfield to throuw an impressed look in your direction.

All three of you fall in silence for a few seconds, considering how you would go about reaching the terminal and before you could say another word, Din steps away from you and Mayfield not even giving you time to process what was happening or try to stop him.

With just a few strides he was standing in front of the target terminal pressing a few buttons and for two times getting an automated voice stating facial scan required. Sensing his distress, you try to walk to him only to have Mayfield’s hand forcefully grabbing you and pulling you back to where you were standing.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” he whisper-yells, scolding you.

“I’m trying to help.” you answer with the same voice tone, releasing your arm from his grasp.

“He can take care of himself.” you don’t say anything but instead turn your head in Din’s direction, just like Mayfield as you hear the facial recognition being asked for a third time, initiating a countdown.

Din reaches for his helmet and you cut your own breathing. and there’s a slight buzz in your ears. The world stops spinning when your eyes catch the back of his head and the curling of his brown hair strands there resting. You can’t believe what he just did, exposing himself like that and introducing his face to virtually every security control in the galaxy.

Even though his back was still facing you, there was almost a sense of disrespect in looking at him, almost as if you’d caught him undressing.

Then, from the corner of your eye you can see Hess approaching him.

“Trooper!” Hess shouted to him. “Hey, trooper!”

Din turned his head in Hess’s direction and as soon as your eyes caught a glimpse of his skin, you looked away - this didn’t feel right. He didn’t have a say on whether or not he’d want you to look at him and you didn’t want him to be even more uncomfortable than what he already was.

“Pay attention when a superior addresses you. What’s your designation?”

“Transport crew,” he said. No helmet modulator whatsoever and his honey like voice slipped so easily into your ears.

“What?”

“My designation is Transport Copilot.” his voice said again and you could hear to slight tremble in his statement.

“No, son. What’s your TK number?” Hess insisted

“My TK number... is...” he tried but nothing comes out, and you know that this might be the moment that gets all three of you killed. That is until Mayfield steps in front of you and quickly strides to Din’s side.

“This is my Commanding Officer TK-593, sir,” Mayfield quickly says, and gave Din a look of reassurance before turning in your direction and motioning with his head for you to come closer. Slowly, with the riffle still under your harm you approach the three men all looking at you. “And this is my First Lieutenant TK-234. I’m Imperial Combat Assault Transport Lieutenant TK-111, and Sir, I’m afraid you’ll have to speak up to him a little bit, since his vessel lost pressure in Taanab.”

You are standing next to Din and you now realize how he was only a few inches taller than you without the beskar armor, his chin just little above your eye line. For a moment you imagine how enjoyable it would be to lay your head against his shoulder or nuzzle against his neck, heights perfectly matching.

“What’s your name, Officer?”

“We just call him Brown Eyes,” said Mayfield with a mocking undertone in his voice “Isn’t that right, Officer?”

Brow eyes you thought. Brown eyes... that suits him.

With your peripheral vision you can see Din slightly nodding with his head. You still din’t dare to look at him.

“C’mon, let’s go fill out those TPS reports, so we can go recharge the power coils-” Mayfield started, trying to get done and over with this situation

“You’re not dismissed.” you all froze.

“You the tank troopers that delivered the shipment of rhydonium?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Yes, sir” Din was the last to answer and you could feel the vibrations of his voice next to you.

“Well, you three managed to be the only transport today to deliver their shipment. Come with me, hmn? Let’s get a drink... Brown Eyes.”

As soon as he turns his back Mayfied follows suit and you can see Din looking at you, once again, through the corner of your eyes, but you look straight ahead and walk behind Mayfield.

What you didn’t see is that you left a hurt man behind, one that wished for you to be the first person to look him in the eyes but that now thought that he was so hideous that you couldn’t even bear the sight of him.

Sitting down on a nearby table, Mayfield took the seat in front of Commander Hess and you to his right, leaving the seat in front of you free for Din to take his place at the table.

“So,” said Hess, “What shall we toast to, boys, and girl? I can blather on, about ‘to health’ or ‘to success’, but... I’d like to do something a little less rote.” he turns to Din “Where you from, Brown Eyes?”

“How ‘bout a toast to Operation Cinder,” Mayfield intervenes.

“Now,” says Hess “That’s what I’m talking about.”

“No,” Mayfield continues. “No, you don’t get it - I lived it. I was in Burnin Konn.”

“Burnin Konn?” “Mm.”

“That was a hard day. I had to make many... unpleasant decisions.”

An exchange between the two men initiates but all you’re focusing on is keeping your eyes looking down at either the table or your drink avoiding Din at all costs. But then, feeling his eyes practically burning a hole in your forehead you realize how much of an asshole you are acting like right now.

This man trusts you with his life. And you with his. You both had made sure to make that known a few weeks ago when you almost got killed by this enormous Ice Spider in Maldo Kreis and he told you to instead of running away from the spider to try and run into and under it.

“Are you crazy?” you cried out

“Do you trust me?” he asked

“With my life.”

“Me too. Then do it.”

And so, your eyes start to trail their way across the table. To his chest plate. To his neck. To the bottom of his face, noticing his light stubble and mustache. To his eyes. And then, just like that, wind knocked out off you.

Your furrowed and anxious brows soften and your teeth release you lips, that you were biting trying to not think too much. Your whole body softens and as you look at him in adoration.

And he is looking at you. Adoringly. These two people that have known each other for so long, longed for each other for so long are finally meeting each other, actually seeing each other for the first time. For him, it’s the first time he sees the true color of the flush of you skin or how blood tinted your lips are as he doesn’t have the slight darkness of his helmet distorting them.

He wants to kiss you, so bad.

“You see, kids,” Hess says snapping you both from that moment “Everybody thinks they want freedom, but what they really want... is order. And when they realize that, they’re gonna welcome us back with open arms.”

He lifted his glass, and Mayfield chuckles. Both you and Din look worriedly at him knowing how he is about to go out of his mind

“To the Empire.” He drank and Mayfield fires.

You and Din look shocked at each other before turning to Mayfield.

“What the hell?!” you scold him.

Suddenly, stormtroopers appeared from all sides, and the three of you grabbed your weapons, starting to shoot everyone on sight, Din in front of you. Eventually, they were all down and there were just the three of you standing in the room.

Mayfield jaunts ahead “Come on, let’s get out of here.”

Turning back to Din, you meet him looking down at you, his expression soft again. You reach for his helmet, pressing it against his chest.

“You did what you had to do. I never saw your face.” He looked back at you.

“Y/N...”

“It’s okay. If there is a next time that I can look at you, I want it to be out of want. Not out of need.”

He looks at you, actually thinking about whether or not he’d go back to hiding himself from you but ending up nodding and putting it back on.

“Thank you.” he says voice muffled by the helmet.

“You’d do the same for me.”

Yes he’d do.

You sat in the main chamber of the Slave next to Mayfield as the rest of the crew conversed in the upper room trying to come up with the next part of the rescue plan.

“You’re going to get him killed.” your head turns in his direction.

“What?” you question not sure of what you heard.

“You’re going to get him killed. Today, that man went to the terminal to prevent you from going. He put himself in front of you, shooting at a whole battalion of stormtroopers. He stayed behind so that you could be the first to climb into this very ship.”

You look down, remembering today’s events.

“He just did that for you, and Cara told me that yesterday he almost made a roast of himself when he thought you were on the Razor Crest when it got blown up. He was actually going to walk up into a ball of fire because he thought you were there. Don’t you get it? He might be one of the most feared bounty hunters in the galaxy but that man goes completely irrational when it comes to you.”

“What are you trying to say?” you asked confused and trying to mask the hurt in your voice.

“I know this is going to hurt to hear but... maybe you should go away. At least until he gets the kid back so that he can concentrate only on that.”

“Are you saying that I’m a distraction?”

“Your not a distraction to him. You’re his priority. And that has proved itself to be beyond dangerous.”

He stands up without another word and climbs to the room above, letting you to sit with your thoughts, going over the exchange that just happened.

Boba had stationed the ship on some random planet for the night and while everyone was sound asleep, preparing for what they had to face the next day, you spent the past hours pacing in your room, Mayfield’s words still echoing in your head.

That’s why you were now standing next to your bed, a bag with all of your belongings on top of it. This is for the Best. If I stay he’ll probably get killed. You repeat over and over, recalling all the times that Din risked himself for you, the ones that no one but the both of you knew because they weren’t there to witness them.

This is for the Best.

Decidedly, you sling the bag over and across your shoulders, silently opening the door to the outside of your chamber and sliding it close. It’s better this way: to leave without saying goodbye, during the dark of the galactic night. A goodbye will wreck you and a goodbye would make you stay.

This is for the Best.

You repeat one last time, once you step out of the ship into the frosty night air, taking one last look back, before walking away, wishing that the next morning people wouldn’t panic and rather understand your decision; wishing that Din would some day forgive you.

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fanficmemes · 2 years

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I forgot it was CAS day until I saw the banner on my dash so this will be a last minute entry, I hope is cursed enough for your taste CB. Today we have another Loki fic BUT this time Loki is not the victim! Yay! Change of pace! Usual warning apply: a.k.a. non-con, kinks, incest, death dove, yadda yadda

In this one Loki is jealous of his brother, Thor, because he is the "golden son" and recive all the attention and everybody loves him and want to have sex with him and Thor is like an insatiable stallion that had regularly sex with 6+ girls at the same time, so Loki is jealous and have a plan.

One night when Thor is shitfaced because he drank too much with his friends Loki himself proposes to bring Thor home and everyone agree. Once they reach Thor bedroom Loki cast a spell that plunge Thor into unconsciousness, then undress him, put him on the bed and start casting a second spell that change Thor biological sex from male to female, but is impossible to see or detect for anyone but Loki and Thor himself, then "Loki inspected his creation, no doubt touching Thor in ways he had never been touched before in his entire life. Pleased with his creation’s responsiveness and realness Loki dressed his brother for bed.".

Next morning Thor wake up and is obviusly freaked out by the fact that he no longer have a penis or balls so he run out of his room butt naked to search for his friend and show them. He find them and his friend panic, not for his lack of male genitalia, but because they still see Thor cock and balls swinging freely in the wind. At this point Thor is more and more distressed because his friends don't belive him so he run to his brother. Loki obviusly planned this so he act all cocky like there is nothing wrong and Thor is the insane one because, quote, "How can you be my brother when you have a cunny?".

Anyway, between Thor's confusion and another spell Loki manage to convince Thor that he have always been a woman but that because s/he is the firstborn it was a highly guarded secret in their family because a woman cannot be king and only Loki, Thor, Odin and Frigga know the truth, then strip for comparing the difference between their two bodies. Then start touching Thor more intimately, still under the pretense to show him the difference, from this point things quickly devolve into sex with Loki gaslightong Thor into beliving that she (he? they? Thor is confused right now) had always loved him and tried to seduce Loki multiple times and Thor should be happy that Loki is finally giving her what she truly desire. There a lot of breeding kink involved. And dom/sub dynamics, paired with the fact that Thor is overstimulated and oversensitive. And obviusly forced feminization!

They have sex the whole night then Loki bring Thor back to her room to sleep calling her "my future wife and mother of my children". But let's move to the second chapter, shall we? Yes, there is a second chapter.

Thor wake up alone, in her bed, in full heat, humping her pillow and having already come multiple times. She orgasm a lot more then start fucking herself with her finger in a frenzy. Turn out this is another of Loki spells that had put Thor is a literal heat that can be satiated only by Loki's cock, Thor obviusly dosent know that so s/he pass the whole day in the bedroom in this borderline painful state to the point that s/he develop a high fever from the need to be fucked until Loki come see her.

Loki insult Thor calling her slut, whore, mare, etc etc and relishing in Thor's painful needs. After letting Thor beg him for a while he joins her on the bed and fuck her, first with his finger then with his cock all while slapping Thor and calling her names. There is a lot of dehumanization involved and breeding kink again. They keep going until "Loki erupted inside her, the final component of the spell supplied, the effect completed as his seed took root in his sister’s magically supplied womb." so now Thor's pregnant, nobody know what's happening nor have any way of knowing and Loki have a new sister/wife/sex slave to his beck and call.

The fic close to the omnious phrase: "And thus it was."

As always here is the link, for research purposes, remeber to not hate/harass or otherwise be mean to the writer: DL;DR! If instead is your thing or you just want to prove yourself and read some cursed content there you go:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/2573198/chapters/5725397

Rating, CB?

-Loki Anon

Ah!!!! Yikes!!!! But ur right this is a definite change of pace 6.5/10 made my eyes itch

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peeterparkr · 3 years

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perennial;tom holland|eleven.

chapter eleven: snapdragons & sunflowers (Vol. 1)

↳ flower meaning: snapdragons: deception. sunflowers: unconditional love.

chapter summary: to ask for a kiss.

pairing: tom holland x y/n

warnings: fluff, angst, comedy, all in one, mentions or allusion to sex but not smut :), you’ll see, alcohol.

You’ll hate me.

word count: 11.2K

SOCIAL MEDIA BEFORE THE CHAPTER:

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ten (Instagram): in which they share set pictures

ten (tweets & texts:in which the groupchats are…loud

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Y/N was made of the people she loved or once loved. Everyone is, really, but y/n probably made sure it showed.

Like her habit for photography had come from her very own best friend, of the way she started watching cooking videos because of her other best friend and always read the ingredients on any of the food she ate. Her clothing style had come from her very own first boyfriend who had introduced her to the magnificent world of the 80’s.

Her love for 80’s movies had come from Louis introducing her every night to a different one, a new story, a new song, and honestly it was good he showed her to it, y/n found her one true love. Louis, really, had shown y/n a lot of things, like how to lie to see him at indecent hours, and how And how Louis taught her that love doesn’t have to last and that sometimes people aren’t what we expect.

How she loved pancakes because that’s what her mother used to make them every Sunday, and how she’d learned from her father that sometimes sitting outside in the grass on a sunny day could bring back happiness to us.

How her grandma had taught her how to have a perfect poker face, and how her grandfather had shown her how to peel an orange in a ‘correct way’.

How she had started to drink her tea with lemon and honey because James had once given her one like that and it brought nice memories. And how James had told her that it’s okay to love, even when people tell you not to, you have to fight for your love, you shall never be afraid of who you love. And James teaching her that she should love for herself, for her own, and not having to share her feelings if she didn’t want to.

How y/n had started to watch subtitled films because Timmy had shown her some hidden gems. Or how she had learned from Tim to enjoy little moments, like the sunrise if she ever had to wake up early, or how she opened the windows to listen to the rain splattering. Tim had taught her too much about life, like enjoying wasting time.

Y/N was made, the most, of the people she loved the most. Like how she made pasta the way James had taught her to once when their parents had gone out and James was left in charge.

Or how when she was sad she’d watch that movie her childhood friend had introduced her to, and how they didn’t talk now. How y/n had learned that music was a way of healing because of that same friend.

Or how to make a story sound great with Harry, and how Harry had shown her songs that probably were her favorite ones. How Harry and her knew that they didn’t like tequila because of that one time, and how they had learned that mixing cranberry, and grape juice and vodka tasted great thanks to Sam’s idea.

The way that Emma had taught her to use certain hair products, and how Emma had taught her that sometimes we have to sing out our feelings, and scream and shout. How Emma had taught her the importance of a friendship and having someone’s shoulder to cry on. That she didn’t have to be lonely.

How when she kissed she usually liked to place her hands behind their neck because she’d done that on her very first kiss with Tom, or how she usually ate some of the chocolate chips when she baked cookies because Tom and her used to do that. She had learned how to wrestle from a very young age and beat Tom, and she had learned how to play with his hair in a way to make him smile. She had learned the meaning of a rose, when all her life she had never understood about it, Tom had shown her how to approach a dog, and Tom had taught her how to cuff her jeans in a cool way. Or the habit she’d picked from him of undressing the beer bottle when they were talking or how he opened it with the table. How Tom had taught her how to kiss, from their very first one to the last one, different kisses each time, how he’d taught her each and every kiss is a journey, a mystery. How she’d learned how to deal with heartbreaks and to fall in love all over again. And how she had learned that he’d come back to her. But really, how a heartbreak feels when it’s real.

That’s who y/n was. All the beautiful things of the people she loved.

But she was also the bad ones, unfortunately, because people shape us. Y/N was also made of the ugly parts, very ugly parts.

One that stood out the most, she’d learned from Tom, from James, from her family, was to avoid talking.

Everybody wanted to talk, everybody except y/n. She knew she was being immature, but she’d learned that from everyone around her, not to care if you don’t have to. But she was too overwhelmed, everyone had something to say about, except her. How could she talk if she didn’t know what she wanted?

Tom, Harry, Emma, Tim, James, Sam, Cherry, Aunt Eliza, even Josh and Clark.

Everybody wanted to talk. She didn’t.

She had caught on to what Tom was doing. She'd go along with it, he was the only one she wanted to talk to, honestly.

And Emma, because she knew Emma didn’t judge her, Emma understood y/n, and Emma had been the only one who really didn’t tell her she was wrong. Even if Tim was her best friend, Ema understood that y/n’s heart belonged to Tom.

“Clark is great, I may have fallen in love with him,” Emma had stated.

Y/N nodded. “He’s great, I—“

“Why didn’t you know?” Emma asked.

“I did know. But I didn’t—James was—you know how I’ve only dated three guys?” Y/n asked, she was putting on makeup, she had a date.

“Yeah.”

“James is exactly the opposite, he’s dated like half the gay population his age in London,” y/n scrunched her nose, as she was choosing between lipsticks.. “So I just—Never paid attention to any guy he dated because I never thought it was serious.”

“Are you talking to him now?”

“I did today, only because of Clark,” y/n admitted, giving up on the lipsticks and instead choosing to work on her hair. “James is still angry I am in love.”

“Not angry at that, you know that,” Emma pointed out.

“Is it that wrong I am so in love with Tom?” Y/n left the brush on the table as she turned to look at Emma.

“It’s completely bollocks y/n, but then again,” Emma sighed, “I wish I could be more like you and just love—I mean and I also wish Harry wasn’t so scared okay? He’s just so bloody scared, I wish he’d just say hey, Emma, d’ya fancy to go for a stroll? But no, we are both so… Gosh, I wish we were more like you and Tom, throwing everything down the drain.”

“We are-”

“You are, y/n,” Emma rolled her eyes. “He blows your mind and you basically want to yell it to the world, and he gets you all stupid, and you’re happy again, that’s alright, though-”

Emma was laying down on y/n’s bed, her feet up against the wall, as she was nibbling on a popsicle.

“Yes, I know, we have to talk,” she sighed.

“Who says it has to be right now?” Emma had said. “Right now you barely have time to think, and I see you all happy and giggling, and besides, talking doesn’t have to be dramatic.”

“What do you mean?”

“It’s just… I don’t get it why James wants it to be dramatic, it’s just hey, you guys love each other, what else is there to know?”

Y/N nodded, turning back to the lipsticks.

“You do have to tell him you know about Cherry, though, which-”

“Yeah, n, no, but I get it,” y/n sighed.

“Which, I love you’re ignoring, just pretending like she doesn’t exist, ” Emma laughed. “She just arrived yesterday, didn’t she?”

“She did,” Y/N sighed. “Ugh, I don’t want to see her and she wants to talk, what does she want to talk about? We’ve never cared about each other before, met her like three times growing up because my mum and hers didn’t get along, which by the way, I’m scared James and I are headed in that same direction.”

“You won’t,” Emma said. “James loves you too much to ever leave you.”

“You never know,” y/n said. “Besides that’s not my point, my point is why does she want to talk? We have nothing in common!”

“Dunno, you’re blood related and you both rode the same dick, seems like you’ve got a lot in common.”

Y/n closed her eyes as she forced a laugh, “Emma!”

“I’m just saying, y/n, that’s why you and I became close, we’ve both kissed the same two guys.”

“It’s different,” Y/N scoffed. “I—just don’t want to see her okay? Because I know I’ll be reminded of every single insecurity I have,” she admitted. “Because I know that the moment I see her I’ll get just so anxious, you know? She’s so pretty, and she’s so perfect and from what-”

“From what I’ve gathered from Eliza, she’s also a mess,” Emma added.

“That’s an issue, that’s Tom’s type, just look at me,” y/n laughed as she stared at a bright red lipstick.

Emma scoffed. “Oh, hadn’t thought about that, Tom’s into messy girls with your genes.”

“It’s so fucked up, though,” y/n said, as she looked up at the wall, she needed to change the flowers, they were drying out. She hadn’t changed them in a while.

Emma shrugged, “considering how small his brain is, he probably thought it would feel the same way if he closed his eyes.”

“As if it would,” y/n replied cockily, finally choosing a light pink, changing it up a bit, she’d always used bright red lipsticks with Tom, “I’ve known him his whole life, and now I’ve—“she cleared her throat. “ I know exactly how to work him up.”

Emma let out a loud and long laugh. “I can tell, Jesus, what did you do to him to have him oh, so mesmerized? Are you a sex goddess or why are those two men so bloody entranced by you?”

Y/N blushed and shook her head laughing. “You’re an idiot.”

“How do you really feel?” Emma wondered, getting the conversation back as serious as it was supposed to be.

“I don’t know,” Y/N admitted, she was still on some pair of pjs. “I… I’ve been talking with Tom, or…” She rolled her eyes. “He’s found a way to talk, and I think it’s worked out for both of us.”

“Oh, what is it?” Emma sighed.

Y/n walked over to her closet, it felt so weird to choose something to wear, Tom had warned her to be casual, something her style, something very her.

“We use the script so we can… I guess we’re projecting it all, and well, I think he’s been understanding about it, and I think I’m starting to understand his point of view, about Tim at least.”

“Please, I don’t need to listen to him to know why he feels that way,” Emma pointed out.

“Really?” Y/n turned back to Emma as she was choosing between them.

“I like the red one,” Emma suggested. “But please, y/n,” Emma scoffed. “Timmy was the one who stole his chance, Timmy was the one who got the girl when he had fucked up and everyone around Tom said it, we’ve all said it at some point, Tim is perfect for you.”

“But—“

“and besides, Timmy was the one-”

“The one who opened the door when Tom came to apologize,” y/n finished Emma’s sentence as she sat down hugging the red dress Emma had suggested.

Emma frowned. “What?”

“Guess Timmy had secrets, too,” y/n said.

Emma seemed confused.

“He never told me about it, how Tom had come a second time, and…” She sighed. “I mean I guess I’m thankful he didn’t but I’m… I’m only wondering—“

“Oh, back when you first started dating,” Emma recalled. “He did tell me about it, and I.. was the one to advise him not to tell you.”

Y/N gulped.

“Would you have run back to Tom?” Emma wondered, embarrassed. “Honestly I told him not to because—Well, I had asked Harry about it, you know? Harry had said you hated each other and that you had been avoiding Tom for a while now. That you were enemies.”

“We were.”

“And I mean—Back then, you really hated him.”

Y/n nodded. “Yeah, I did.”

“So I told Tim not to tell you about it, because I thought—I didn’t know the background but I thought Tom was going to—hurt you, you know? And I guess, we all did, and we all kept that mentality even when he wasn’t trying to.”

“Yeah.”

“Wow, I’ve never thought about that,” Emma nodded. “Even when I knew you were dating back in New York, we were just waiting for it, for Tom to—“

“Yeah, for Tom to pull a Tom,” y/n ended the sentence. “And I mean—He kind of did, but it was my fault.”

“Tom really sabotages himself, it seems.”

Y/N reached out to hug her frog, she was thankful James had brought it, “he does, but because he’s expected to, you know? Maybe that’s why— I haven’t brought it up because I’m not—I’m not expecting the heartbreak this time, and I know bringing up the whole Cherry thing is looking for it,” y/n explained. “I trust him this time, and he really wants to make it work out.”

“Would you have gone back to him? Had Tim told you he had showed up?” Emma questioned.

Y/N breathed in heavily. “Dunno,” she said. “I was so heartbroken back then, I thought— and I had promised myself back then I would never fall back for him, and… I mean, I had even thought I would never love again because that’s how dramatic it was, I really didn’t want to see him, that heartbreak is what led to all this mess, you know?” She explained. “Now Tom knows that, I think he really understands it, and he feels guilty and I mean, I was angry when Tom told me about it, because… Tim, well he didn’t know back then, he just was too sure that Tom loved me but—After learning all of this? Tim should’ve told me, because just now, learning it, I guess it changed a lot of things, not that it erased anything, but I lived all this time thinking he hadn’t… He really hadn’t cared, and it took him a lot of time, still, but he had tried to apologize again, and Tim keeping it to himself knowing that what broke me the most was that Tom had never shown up? Tim keeping it to himself is just—so selfish.”

Emma bit her lip. “He’s still in love with you.”

Y/N remained quiet.

“I mean, you can’t blame him,” Emma said. “You guys were… I mean before Tom, you really seemed to be hitting it off, I thought you’d end up dating again.”

“I did, too, at some point,” y/n admitted. “But-”

“But you love Tom, I know,” Emma shrugged. “No but… Y/N you also, have to acknowledge it, you can’t keep playing with Tim which-before you say anything, I mean it’s also on him, he knew it, but then again, I… I believed it at some point y/n, that you were going to get back together with him because… The way you looked at him just… and it was just—”

“I know, I know and I thought… I don’t know, okay?” y/n admitted as she sat up. “I… It’s cause I never… I had closure with Tim, alright? I gave him the ring back because I thought, I know it, I want Tom, okay? It’s Tom, yes, it’s Tom.”

“But?”

Y/n sighed, “Timmy—alright as I said before, I had said I would never love again after the whole Rome thing,” she cleared up. “And then Tim came along and just showed me this beautiful life and taught me how to love again, and I—He became a very special part of me.”

“Yeah, and? That doesn’t explain your flirting.”

“I didn’t—flirt.”

“Well you answered to his flirting,” Emma pointed out.

“We were—“

“You guys were flirting y/n!” Emma replied quickly, slightly stressed. “You guys don’t flirt like everyone else! Your flirting style with each other was by showing each other songs and him watering your plants, y/n! You were basically having sex with each other,” Emma rolled her eyes.

Y/N stayed quiet.

“But I know, Tom, Tom—“

Y/n gulped. “Yeah, Tom.”

Emma watched y/n, confused. “Why are you acting like it’s the last time?”

“What?”

“Like it’s your last chance with Tom.”

“I...don’t know, because what if it is, you know? It’s… stupid, we’ve had plenty of chances and… Last time, I just… Had I known it would lead to that. I know it’s my fault, and like we’ve both blown it up so it’s—“

“Neither one of you will fuck up.”

“I know—But Tom… We are trying and I’m happy but I feel-”

“Y/N you are pretending, I know, you won’t be happy until you talk about it with him.”

She sighed. “I know, and we’ve been talking and I…” She coughed. “I really want to try it out.”

“But…?”

“Am I allowed to forgive something like that? Am I even allowed to get angry about Cherry?”

Emma sat up as well. “Y/N, had he slept with anyone else I wouldn’t be so sure but that’s your cousin, that’s fucked up and-”

“What if he finds out about Tim?”

Y/N grabbed the pillow that had once been under her head and proceeded to get it in her face and scream into it.

“Wait, I’m… I’m gonna try that,” Emma laughed, doing the same.

Both of them were screaming into the pillows, pitying their sorrows and problems.

Timmy had walked in.

“What the hell?” He asked.

Emma was the only one to peak her head out of it. “It’s therapeutic.”

Timothee had only chuckled. “I bet.”

Y/N had stopped screaming but kept the pillow over her face. She didn’t know how she felt about Tim, there was no point in being angry at something from the past, but it did change a lot of the way she saw him, maybe he had forgotten. But Tim was never one to forget, he was observant and he was quiet, and he was all about the stories.

“Um, y/n?” Tim said.

Emma watched Tim, and the small object he had in his hand. She shot him a warning glare, scared of the inside.

“Yeah?” y/n answered from her pillow which now had a nice stain of makeup on it.

“Can I talk to you?” He asked.

Another person wanting to talk, what was it with everybody wanting to say words and listening and whatever? Y/N thought to herself.

Though Timmy hadn’t asked for it yet, she knew it, but he hadn’t really said it, not the whole y/n we should talk.

She wanted to say no, but she knew that she couldn’t keep doing that. Counting the days until it finally had to blow up, and then end up with bruises, no, she didn’t have to do that.

She finally let the pillow down, “Yeah, sure,” she said before walking out of her room.

“Sure, leave Emma behind,” Emma pointed out.

“I… well,” Y/N looked at Tim.

“It’ll be quick, darling, Emma dear,” Tim assured her.

Emma rolled her eyes. “It never is with you both.”

Tim rolled his eyes before leading the way outside of the apartment, y/n frowned, asking him to wait up so she could put on her sneakers, still wearing her pj’s.

“So your birthday is tomorrow,” Tim had said as they had walked out, he had sat on the stairs.

She chuckled as she sat beside him. “Yeah.”

“You look really pretty,” Tim had said.

“These pj’s really accentuate my features huh,” y/n joked.

“Your makeup looks pretty and hair, idiot,” Tim chuckled.

She only gave him a sad smile.

“So, what are your plans?” He asked.

“For… tonight? I’ve got a date,” she explained.

“No, tomorrow.”

She shrugged. “Tom’s got some plans, apparently, he hasn’t told me anything about it, honestly I don’t… I don’t want to…”

“What?”

“Do anything you know? I will be too tired after filming, and I… I just feel like… Dunno, James and Clark will be there and I don’t want to talk to James still, and apparently Cherry invited herself, too so… And you’ll be there, and Harry and Emma… and Josh, and I just... ” She chuckled. “I’ve got a bad feeling.”

“Why?”

“Dunno, seems like a perfect combination for disaster.”

“I met Cherry today,” he admitted. “Well, we’d met before but-Yeah, I thought you’d be at the flower shop. “And she was there, instead.”

Y/N scrunched her nose. “Yeah I know she’s there, that’s why I haven’t gone there,” she explained chuckling shyly.

“Why?”

“Because then I’ll start feeling insignificant, because let’s face it and don’t you dare say no, but she’s really… Pretty, like she’s everything a girl would want to be and I’m jealous of her,” she admitted, truthfully. “I’ve never been the jealous kind but with her, I feel like—Of course anyone would choose her over me, and don’t—Say anything okay? I just feel that way. And if I see her I’ll be reminded of the elephant in the room waiting to be addressed, and I… If the conversation about you went wrong I don’t want to know how that-”

“About me?”

“Yeah,” she looked down. “Dunno.”

Tim bit his lip.

“How did he-?”

“I don’t want to talk about that, Tim,” she quickly answered. “I can’t blame him for feeling the way he feels and that’s on me, too, I mean… I… really.”

“What?”

She looked down. “I— well, I don’t…know alright? If I feel anxious about Cherry I can only imagine how he feels about you, no, I can’t even imagine it, and look Tim, I—you know you’re very important to me but I’m… I’m dating… Or whatever is going on now, but It’s Tom right now, alright? And I know it’ll be for a long time.”

“I know.”

She looked at him, confused by his statement because it really didn’t feel like he knew it.. “And I don’t… want you to think there is an open door or-”

“Y/N, I know,” he said. “Yeah, I know it’s Tom, now.”

“But it’s not just—“

“I know,” Tim looked away. “I know.”

She looked down. “I’m sorry.”

“Just….” He took a deep breath. “I know it’s him, but that doesn’t… I mean, we’ve been friends, and I—I just ask you not to push me away, alright? I don’t know how I’d live without y/n in my world, and if having you around means having you with him, then I just have to deal with it, move on you know? And I know we are friends, so this is… This comes from your friend, Timmy.”

She smiled, just slightly, very timidly. It hurt, hurting him but of course, keeping him around meant jeopardizing her relationship with Tom, and she really didn’t want to give it more excuses.

“Timmy,” she sighed.

He smiled. “I’m serious, it’s alright, no… no resentment, alright? We both know we… I don’t…you know it, I’ll always love you, but we—I mean you—you love someone else and it’s be stupid of me not letting you love him, that is just pathetically selfish. And don’t get me wrong, it hurts like a bitch…. Yeah, I know it, but… I don’t want to lose you, I am not stupid… but I also… I know that if I give this to you tomorrow, Tom will lose it and I… don’t want that, so I’m giving you this, today.”

He pulled out a film canister. And it felt like one of those times when life likes to punch you with reality. She felt a fear deep inside her stomach. Last time he’d given her one of those an engagement ring was hidden in it.

“It’s… It’s not what you think,” Tim rolled his eyes. “Oh, you really thought I’d propose again?”

She let out a soft chuckle. “No--I… I mean,” I’m-I didn’t think you would-”

“Your face,” He chuckled softly. “Yeah, no, I… I’m…”

“Yeah, just last time you gave me one of those-”

“Yeah, and look where it led us, I’m not… I wouldn’t… No,” Timmy laughed. “No, it’s not… and—do you really think I’m the type of guy to propose on a bad time—-Actually don’t answer that,” he chuckled. “Okay, open it.”

She grinned, and took the film canister from him. “Man I hope it’s an iPad,” she joked, warning a laugh from Tim. “No, you—you shouldn’t have.”

She shook it just slightly, listening to no sound coming out from it, before finally opening, carefully. “A…there’s nothing?” She asked.

“Yeah,” Tim laughed. “I know.”

She frowned, confused but then chuckled. “I love it… I hope I… can get to wear it soon,” she joked.

“It couldn’t fit there, but I—Well, you know, we had that tradition, ,” he said before finally giving her the box that sat beside him.

She took the box and smiled, opening it, an old vintage Polaroid camera stood there.

“I know you’ve—I think it works, it’s—It’s an original, I've noticed you haven't really taken any Polaroids, and I know you love them,” he coughed. “So, yeah, happy birthday.”

Y/N had only looked up, giving him a true smile.

“Thank you, I love it!”

But of course, the timing could not have gone any worse. Tom had arrived. Y/N had momentarily forgotten she had agreed to spend the night with him, nothing too serious but Tom had insisted because he had a surprise for early in the morning and he’d come pick her up for dinner and then she’d stay with him.

Maybe she should’ve seen the trouble coming.

Tom cleared his throat loudly, “hello,” he said, standing with sunflowers. Yellow flowers with pretty meaning, y/n thought.

Y/n looked up, calmly, knowing that if he saw any hint of her freaking out it would blow it up because his mind would go places.

“Oh hi!” She grinned. “sorry—I’m not—“

Tom clenched his jaw at Tim, but then turned to y/n and chuckled, “Darling, when I said casual—I didn’t—“

She chuckled nervously standing up. “Sorry, I—“she squeezed her eyes shut. “I was discussing with Tim something about some pictures he’s planning on—yeah,” she lied, as she hid the film canister and box behind her back.

“Yeah,” Tim said, clearing his throat, standing up as well. “Hello, Thomas.”

“Tim.” Tom was nervous already, y/n could tell.

“Are those for me?” Y/n questioned staring at the flowers before they could say another word to each other.

Tom chuckled between his teeth, “yeah, they’re most certainly not for Tim.”

“Oh,” Tim said, “and here I was getting excited about them.”

Tom faked a very quiet laugh and then turned to y/n. “So? Don’t get me wrong, you literally look so beautiful—but—“ He smiled looking down at her clothing.

“Yeah—right!” She excused herself, not forgetting to kiss his cheek, before running back to her room, where Emma was waiting with the red dress and had pulled out some heels for her.

Emma walked out of the room, “hello, Tom, long time no see,” she said with sarcasm.

“I know, these couple hours have been long,” Tom joked back, as he had walked in.

Tim had followed after. It felt so tense, Emma could swear she could cut the tension with a knife.

Emma hummed a fake laugh. “There are flower vases over there, you can guess which ones are y/n’s now if you’ll excuse me, I’m gonna steal Tim from you just a bit, I hope you don’t miss him as much.”

Emma had dragged Tim to her own room.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Emma snapped.

“A lot of things,” Tim answered. “But let’s not go there, please.”

“Oh don’t play that with me, I know exactly what you’re doing, and Tim—“

“I’m not—“

“Don’t fucking pull the whole I’m not doing anything bullshit with me,” she rolled her eyes. “I know exactly what you’re doing, and I’m sure you gave her the Polaroid today, really? Exactly when you know she’ll go on a date with Tom? And you take her to the stairs? So he can see it right?

Tim clenched his jaw. “I—Well.”

“Sabotaging her relationship is not the way to go, Tim,” Emma warned him. “And I—I just told you—Best thing you could try is...move on, alright? I know you love her and that she was—She seemed perfect for you, and I still think you guys worked so well together but… She is so in love with him, and by doing this you’re only hurting her more—Besides, really Tim, you know her better than this,” she pushed. “I—“ Emma sighed. “I'm telling you this because I love you, I don’t want to sound harsh but—“She closed her eyes. “I know she is confused, and making her even more confused won’t help you, let her settle it, let her have it right now.”

Tim didn’t say anything and just walked out of the room. He had gone to his room and unfortunately had left his door open to see y/n walking out on a red dress to run over excitedly to Tom, who had pulled her close to him to kiss her cheek and smell her perfume.

Timmy knew Emma was right, y/n was in love with him. So, very deeply in love. And it hurt, seeing her. And Timmy asked for more patience, or for more time, or strength to move on.

It felt weird, Tim felt lonely and broken hearted, and he just missed her, and it was stupidly incredible that she lived right there in the same apartment. He knew she loved Tom, that was it but it…. It still didn’t make any sense. Honestly, it felt like they were completely strangers.

Especially y/n, she really felt like a stranger, even to Tom it seemed. She seemed too… distant to everyone.

Tom felt it, too. He felt that y/n was just off, even if she was happy or tried to be and even if she was kissing his cheek, she was being… different. And Tom only wanted to get over with it, the awkwardness.

And he wondered if she wanted to get over with it, too.

They went out for dinner, not in the place where she’d imagine Tom would take her, it was a nice dinner place with lightbulbs hanging around, a flower in a glass bottle, candles around, very… cozy, and romantic, and they were talking about barely anything, and maybe for a bit it felt like they were each other again.

Y/N knew this, she felt weird with herself, as if even when she seemed to be saying what she wanted to say, she really wasn’t saying what her heart wanted, but as if her own heart was keeping secrets. It felt like Tom didn’t know her, though. And it had never felt that way before, but it felt like they were both trying to get to know each other again. Because neither of them were being themselves, not entirely.

“So, you were clearly not talking about pictures with Tim,” Tom had mentioned.

y/n looked at him and nodded. “Yeah, I wasn’t….”

“So?” Tom seemed anxious about it.

“He gave me a birthday present, a…he gave me a polaroid,” she cleared up. “A vintage, original one.”

“Oh, that’s cool,” Tom nodded, and gulped. “As long as he doesn’t give you a ring.”

She rolled her eyes. “Tom.”

Tom shrugged.

“I… told him,” she cleared her throat. “That well… it’s you.”

“It’s me?” Tom wondered, and a smile came to his face. “What am I?”

She rolled her eyes, chuckling softly. “An idiot, that’s what you are.”

Tom chuckled. “Uh-huh, I am, and what else?”

She blushed. “Nothing.”

Tom hadn’t pushed it any further. Their conversation kept flowing. Talking about them. What made them so… them.

“I remember that everyone was in love with this one guy, ugh, what’s his name? The one that bullied you,” Y/N tried to recall.

“Edward,” Tom remembered. “He was so big.”

“Well, everyone had a crush except me, because well, I was the idiot, you know?”

“You loved that scrawny guy who-”

“Adorable guy,” she added.

“Scrawny guy,” he continued. “Who did ballet and everyone crushed on Edward, who-”

“I actually was… dating Louis back then,” she recalled. “But…” She chuckled. “But my point is… I was the one who… hid a rat in his car.”

“No way!” Tom’s eyes popped as he leaned over. “You’re kidding.”

“I… Look, nobody could be an asshole to you unless it was me, that was-” She was nervous. “I was so angry at everything he said at you, I…” She rolled her eyes. “And I… genuinely don’t know.”

“Where in this bloody world did you get a rat from?” He wondered. “I mean thank you but I didn’t think you’d-”

“Please I had experience from pranks for you so of course…” She gulped, hiding a laugh. “I...Well, there was a rat in Louis' house, and well they trapped it and instead of… you know killing it I… well told Louis to break into Ed’s car and I hid the rat there.”

Tom was shocked. “And that was because of me?”

“No, I hated Ed,” she looked away. “He was the biggest asshole.”

Tom grinned. “Are you sure? Because I remember that rat incident being right after he had hit me in the hall.”

“Really?” y/n coughed. “I wouldn’t remember,” she blushed looking away.

“Which actually brought attention to me, they said it had been me!” He recalled. “I got into detention.”

Y/N grinned. “Yeah, killed two birds in one shot,” she smirked.

“I’m serious did you-?”

“Yeah, maybe I did it for you, okay? Whatever, yes, I had feelings for you and I was angry someone else was taking away my job, let’s remember we were enemies back then, alright?” She was nervous.

Tom smirked. “You had a crush on me.”

“Shut up,” she chuckled. “You had a crush on me, too.”

Tom shrugged, smiling. “Yeah, I did. I’m not trying to hide it.

Y/N avoided his gaze, not believing he was actually making her feel butterflies, even after all this time, she was still nervous. In a good way. She wasn’t always nervous, most of the time, she didn’t, she felt so calm around him, but on the edge, as if she didn’t need to worry about being herself but expectant of each other’s attitude.

Tom watched her, “Why do I always feel like there’s always something on your mind?”

“Because there is,” she laughed. “Don’t you?”

“No, I’m dumb, remember? I can actually blank up my mind,” he smirked. “Or well, not at all. There is a constant on my mind,” he had reached for her hand.

“Oh?” her eyes had brightened up, a timid smile on her face.

“Yeah, Spiderman,” he joked, earning a glare from y/n.

It was so stupid. But they were… back being them. Probably because they were alone. As if someone was brushing y/n’s dream, and she couldn’t get enough of him, his laugh was her everything. She couldn’t help but sigh and run out of breath, and never stop blushing, there was no doubt about it. And she had once thought about it, ‘the day that Tom loves me, the world will party’. She had been wrong, the world wasn’t partying, and there were no flowers blooming and no fireworks. The world instead, stopped, as if it was them and only them. The stars were probably jealous of them seeing them shining even more brightly than them.

“You know, from the moment we met,” he had said.

“When we were kids, you mean?” She chuckled .

“Truly met,” Tom gulped. “Rome, I mean.”

She blinked. “Yeah.”

“I… Why didn’t you kiss me?” He asked.

“Hm? When?”

“That one night, you know the one, lovely evening, I remember I asked for a kiss,” he recalled. “And… you said and I quote: ‘No, Thomas, don’t ask for a kiss’.”

She looked away, remembering. “Because I didn’t want you to ask for it.”

He frowned.

“It’s silly but that’s the way I am, I didn’t want you to ask for it, I was clearly begging for one,” she explained. “I wanted you to… do it. One should never ask for a kiss, or not… verbally.”

“How so?”

“I mean certain contexts,” y/n said. “But that night? I thought I had hinted it enough

“So you did want me to kiss you,” He grinned.

“Of course!” She beamed. “I—it’s not secret by now that I—“she cleared her throat. “Well, enjoy when our lips come together.”

“Oh, so you enjoy that?” He mocked.

“Very much so,” she answered shyly. “And—it had been the perfect evening! It would’ve cost you nothing,” she smiled.

“Cost me nothing,” he laughed.

“I think you’ll find that kissing me is quite cheap,” she pointed out.

He scrunched his nose. “That’s a lie.”

“No, no, I was the one who could lose there,” she sighed.

“No, y/n. Because kissing you costs a lifetime.”

She scoffed. “How so?”

“I kissed you once when I was 13 and never stopped thinking about it,” he said. “And after that evening.”

“Would I have been so bad?” She questioned, “if we had realized it back then.”

“Think we did,” he said, “but you didn’t kiss me either.”

“No, but—because you had asked for it.”

“You’re right… I should’ve, but there’s a lot of things I should’ve done...still can’t believe it, how stupid I was,” he said.

“It didn’t click you know,” she nodded. “When you broke my heart,” she continued. “I mean, the excuses you gave me… They didn’t make any sense.”

Tom looked down.

“And…” She sighed.

“Would you’ve forgiven me? If I had come earlier?” He asked.

She stared at him. “Maybe,” she admitted. “Probably, if I’m honest… I did wait for you to come again with yellow flowers, and I’d have my hand right in my heart, and I would wait for you to come and apologize and I would see it, you know, wait for you to stand up in the rain and said you didn’t mean it, and I… I was angry, alright? It was stupid letting my life pass by waiting for it besides the whole scenario...but then again, it wa shot and it’s still you and I’m—it’s silly.”

“It’s not silly,” Tom said. “It’s you,” he took a deep breath, “and I knew you’d like that… kind of stuff, but when I finally realized it, it was too late.”

“But it’s not late now,” she admitted. “We’re finally on time. And I’m glad I’ve always been so stubborn when it comes to you because otherwise we wouldn’t be here.”

The evening had continued to flow, as both of them had become quieter, in a way that they didn’t need to talk to communicate, between whispers and giggles and hand brushing, it was all they needed.

The ticking had stopped, y/n had noticed. It’d come, she knew but… God, when she was with him, she didn’t have to worry about anything. Because it seemed that it was made for them, all her doubts disappeared because he was the answer she needed. It was them against the world.

They hadn’t talked about Valerie and William, not that night. It was Tom and y/n,.

They hadn’t kissed. Tom had ceased the kissing when James had arrived, which y/n hated, she missed his lips so much her own were begging for them. She wouldn’t ask for it. Never ask for a kiss, not out loud.

She was wearing his jacket back on their way, he had said: ‘I wasn’t cold but I knew you’d be so that’s why I brought it’. Her hand was on his hair as he drove, listening to music, windows down as they hummed the lyrics, and as y/n stared down at the lights the city was giving her, her hair flying.

She was sad, though, Tom hadn’t even tried to lean over and kiss her, not even seeing a hint of him trying to do so.

They had walked in, the guys seemed to be all too invested in a video game, all except for Clark who was rather interested in playing with James’ hair as y/n’s brother yelled at the screen. He looked up when seeing them walk in, he smiled at the sight of y/n’s shoulders being covered by Tom’s jacket.

“Hello, you two,” Clark had greeted them.

Tom peeked to see the screen, not letting go of y/n’s hand.

“Hi,” y/n said, knowing she’d most likely lose Tom’s attention to the screen.

“How did it go?” Clark asked.

“Bloody hell, Samuel!” James yelled.

“Piss off,” Harry yelled, too.

y/n chuckled. “It went well,” she said.

“Well?” Tom lost focus of the screen, as he turned to her. “Well?”

She ignored him and kept staring at Clark. “Can you believe the evening has gone by so splendidly but he still hasn’t kissed me?”

Tom immediately blushed.

“Good,” said James. “Kissing is gross.”

“Is it?” Clark asked before kissing his cheek.

James coughed. “Straight kissing is gross,” he corrected himself.

Harry laughed.

Sam scrunched his nose. “Why haven’t you kissed her? you usually bloody eat each other’s faces.”

Harry scoffed.

“Don’t you dare eat my sister’s face,” James warned. “Or anything for that matter.”

“James,” y/n closed her eyes.

Tom laughed. “We’re gonna…”

“No, why don’t you guys stay? We were about to play Mario Kart” Offered James. “So why don’t you both play with all of us, you know you can sit over there with your brother and y/n can sit over here, everyone’s happy.”

“Jamey, love, don’t be a dick,” warned Clark.

Y/N chuckled. “Fine, I want to play,” she admitted.

“Great, mario kart is the real deal breaker between couples.”

Of course, they hadn’t followed James’ instruction for their sitting arrangement, y/n had sat on the couch, and Tom had sat on the floor, resting his back against her. Y/N was still bothered by the fact she hadn’t yet been kissed that night, but she soon forgot it as it felt like one of those nights when they were younger, all of them playing and yelling at each other.

Tom had left the room without any explanation at some point, but she was too busy trying to beat her brother at rainbow road to even notice.

Time went by, and before she knew it, the lights had gone off, and they all had turned with a smirk as Tom had walked in with a cake with candles.

‘Happy Birthday’ they all sang as she stared at the cake, pretty cake, sunflowers again. Tom kissing her cheek.

It felt… like years ago, the Holland’s, James, and now Clark, too, of course it was Tom holding the cake now, not Harry, and now she didn’t have a wish, usually she’d plan ahead her birthday wishes, because that’s something James had taught her to. Instead, she wished for everything to keep flowing as easy as it could with Tom. Funny, how many birthday wishes had not involved him already.

They had sat and ate cake like old times, y/n smearing some frosting to Tom’s cheek and then kissing it off, making the boy blush and getting James to glare at her. Laughing at each other, telling old jokes as y/n was laying against Tom, his arms around her and his lips brushing against her head.

How many years had they not wasted by being enemies.

Eventually, they had all gone to bed knowing the next day would expect them, except for Clark and James who had stayed in the kitchen.

Tom and y/n had stayed on the couch.

“So, I’m gonna be honest,” Tom had said as he had sat with her, he had left yet again to get something

She only stared into his eyes, begging her with her sight to kiss her already. She should’ve probably wished for that, instead.

“I—this wasn’t going to be your birthday present.”

“You didn’t need to get me anything,” she said.

He had sat up and pulled out a small box, he seemed nervous, but excited. The box… gave her shivers. But it couldn’t be.

Y/n only smiled watching him, resenting her head against her palm.

“I—back when,” he gulped, “back when I was still in London debating whether or not to direct dos-a-dos,” he continued. “I—well.”

“Yeah?”

“I couldn’t stop thinking about you because—Well,” he grinned. “I am so stupidly in love with you.”

She only blushed.

“So—one day,” he gulped. “I went—Well, you know, to the mall and whatsoever, and—I saw this shop.”

“Right.”

“And so I bought a pair of boots for me,” he said, leaning against the couch, trying to recall. “They were very—nice, you know?”

“Uh—huh,” she rolled her eyes. “And did you bring those boots to LA?”

“No, I didn’t,” he side eyed her, “should’ve, you would have loved them.”

Y/n rolled her eyes giggling. “I bet.”

“But anyway, after I bought the boots—I passed by that shop you like.”

Y/n blinked. “Care to be more specific?”

“The one with the vinyls, and vintage stuff,” he reminded her, but she looked down at the tiny box he was holding, it definitely wasn’t anything from that shop.

“Oh, yeah, love that place,” she smiled.

“Yeah, and I—went in,” he admitted. “And I couldn’t stop thinking about you, everything they had… so I—“

She just waited for him to continue.

“I bought a fee vinyls for me, too,” he nodded seriously.

Y/n bit her lip, holding back a laugh, “amazing, which ones did you buy?”

“I bought a Beatles one… uh, Queen.”

“Great choices,” she grinned. “I’m proud.”

“And of course Rolling Stones, because I thought of you,” he said.

Y/n scooted closer to him to gently run her hands through his hair, he couldn’t hide his smile.

“And then—One day, I went out again,” he grinned.

“Hm-hm?”

He coughed, “yeah, and I walked again to that one other shop you like, the one with the clothes.”

“With the clothes,” she laughed.

“Yeah, you know the one,” he chuckled, avoiding her gaze.

“And did you get in?” She asked.

“No,” he grinned. “I went for an ice cream, you know, I was really craving one.”

She stared at him, so mesmerized by him, even when he was being the silliest. “God, I love you,” she blurted out, without really thinking of it. That’s how it should be, realy. Nothing wrong with that.

He finally locked his eyes with her and smiled, he took her hand in his and kissed it. “Yeah, so—“he grinned, “none of that has to do with your birthday present.”

Y/n chuckled. “Really? I thought the birthday present would be seeing you with those boots and dancing with you to the music on those vinyls and eating ice cream.”

“Ah, that would’ve been great huh,” he grinned staring into her eyes.

“Would’ve loved that.”

“I actually did bring the vinyls,” he admitted.

She kissed his temple. “Great, let’s play them—“

“Yeah, but—I haven’t finished,” he admitted. “I… Well, I've had a lot of time, you know? To reflect on—on the script, on us. But especially the script.”

Y/n stared at the features on his face, fixating on the freckles on his nose as he kept talking.

“So, I kept avoiding the script, even if I wanted to direct it because—Well, it was your dream, I remember and I think I’ll never forget how in Rome you told me your biggest dream was making a film of a ballerina,” he said. “I—well, and I wanted to read it, but I couldn’t because I thought—well, dunno, having something yet to read was something I still had to look forward to, you know? And so I kept listening to the vinyls because they reminded me of you, and I kept—trying to find you everywhere, alright?” He confessed. “On every single face and—The days just went by and I—eventually read it.”

Y/n silently watched him.

“And I fell in love with it, because—it’s you. The script is so—you, it was like reading an open book about you, and I don’t mean it in the way that it’s our story, like I genuinely—you really poured heart and soul in it, the songs you put in, the setting—and, well, it was really you, you know? I know you’ve always loved 80’s movies because they seem so ridiculous but so magical.“

Y/n chuckled nervously. “Where are you going with this?”

“I know it’s your biggest dream,” he sentenced. “And well—I’m sorry I didn’t get you a pair of boots like mine.”

She laughed rolling her eyes.

“And I didn’t get a vinyl.”

“Tommy,” she nudged him.

He only handed it to her, the small box. A very stupid and scary suspicion in her head had completely been erased as she picked the small box.

As she opened it, it revealed a necklace with a small pendant of a ballerina hanging from it. The brightest beam had appeared on y/n’s face.

“I know you’ve—never liked the idea of someone giving you jewelry, especially bracelets or necklace because they don’t hold any meaning, but—I think—I know you’re not a dancer but, I think Valerie is your own special project, and—“Tom grinned. “I was saving it to give it to you on the premier but—“

“I love it, I...No, really this… This is perfect,” she whispered looking at it. Tom had once taught her that roses weren’t always basic. And Tom had now proven to her that this didn’t have to be either, because it was them, and it held such a special meaning to her.

She leaned over to kiss his cheek, and he only smiled.

“I was gonna give you a T—“

“As in Troy?” She mocked.

“That’s exactly why I didn’t.”

She laughed. “I love it.”

He looked deep into her eyes and she just waited for it… But he didn’t kiss her.

“Yeah, so, let’s go to sleep,” he quickly stood up, letting her fall flat on the couch.

“Thomas,” she hissed playfully. He had already left, and she could feel his smirk from afar, so she followed after him.

“So, you can have my bed, I’m gonna leave to sleep on the couch because that was my agreement with James,” he explained, picking up his stuff as soon as she got to the room.

She frowned. “No?”

“Yes,” he replied cockily.

“I’m not letting you leave until you bloody kiss me,” she replied.

He paused and then turned with a proud smug smirk, “Then that gives me even more reasons not to kiss you.”

She opened her mouth to complain, but really she was in such a state of shock that not a single word came out.

“Goodnight love,” he grinned as he headed to the door.

“Why are you like this?” She rolled her eyes, giggling.

Tom took a deep breath before staring her down.

“For the love of god, kiss me.”

“No.”

“Why not?”

“One shall never ask for a kiss,” he replied smugly.

“Are you kidding me?” She closed her eyes, not believing it.

“No, you said it yourself,” he grinned. “Not verbally.”

“Just shut up and come here, idiot,” she laughed before pulling him close to her, finally placing her lips on him. It felt like just the very first time, Tom and her had that magic, of making each and every kiss feel like they’ve never kissed before, so unique and so perfectly synchronized with each other.

“Don’t you guys fucking dare to do anything,” James was just walking by with a glass of water. “People need to sleep.”

Clark had mouthed an apology before following after.

Y/n had pulled away and then smirked. “Want to prank him?”

Tom had only given her a weird face.

Y/N knew James was staying right on the next room, and that she definitely was not going to be able to do anything without him hearing, that of course, meant she could piss him off, to get back at him for being a dick.

Y/N explained her idea to Tom, and he immediately accepted, with the sole condition to leave the door open so his life could actually be spared.

Both Tom and y/n had settled in their places, sitting right on top of the bed, right against the headboard which was conveniently against James’ wall.

And so they started.

Both of them repeatedly, and in perfect sync started, Tom hitting his elbows against the headboard, making sure the noise it made was perfectly identifiable as something else as y/n was jumping on the bed.

A faint “no, no, no, no, fucking hell, no,” had been yelled from the other room.

Tom and y/n tried to hide in their laughter, but proceeded to make it even worse, adding dramatic moans and “oh yes!” “Y/n!” “Right there!” “Tommy!” In between.

“NO FUCKING WAY!” Now it had been louder.

“Jamey, love—“

Tom and y/n smirked and went in even louder, “yes!” “So tight!” “Harder!” “Yes, yes, yes, yes!”

“No! No! No! No! Bloody hell y/n I’m in the bloody next room!” James yelled. “I’m gonna kill you, Thomas!”

And then they heard the loud and quick stumping as James’ door was open as he ran to knock on y/n’s and Tom’s door, but instead, the door was wide open and he could see what actually was happening, Tom and y/n, fully clothed and not even an inch close.

That’s when both y/n and Tom lost it, bursting into laughter.

“YOU GUYS FUCKING SUCK!” James yelled at them before joining in their laughter, red from embarrassment.

Clark had followed right after, laughing with them. “So that—“

Y/n couldn’t stop her laughter, even tears had come down her cheek as she stared at her brother so embarrassed, watching them.

“I can’t believe you fell for that!” Y/N had laughed.

Clark couldn’t stop giggling either.

“And by the way, thanks Clark,” Tom laughed, “you’re a real one.”

“I fucking hate you all,” James rolled his eyes.

“Now let’s go for the real one,” Tom had joked, probably with a death wish, but he quickly regretted it, “no, no, no, I’m joking! I’m joking!”

“You bet your ass you’re joking,” James warned before laughing again, defeated, “I hate you both.”

He had left with Clark laughing behind him, leaving y/n and Tom still laughing at their prank.

Laughing and laughing until they ran out of breath and laughed again.

“Shit, I love you so much,” Tom had said with one last breath after laughing.

“I love you, too,” she had said, “that was the best fake sex I’ve had in my life.”

“Hm, I’m pretty sure I’ve given you the best non fake one, too,” he had said cockily.

“Non fake,” she scoffed.

But then they’ve gone back to laughing, eventually somehow it transformed into kissing, and they had spent the night kissing, and giggling and nothing more, probably because they were aware that it was a very risky situation having James right beside and honestly, they were decent but mostly because they didn’t need more. Just the two of them laying down, and merging their lips together, becoming one with the other, was all they needed.

The next day was rather perfect, filming had gone as smoothly as it could go, and though they kept their distance because they were professionals, y/n could tell there was something different about her and Tom. Not sure what but it felt like things could work out. A ray of hope, if one must say.

There had been more cake, more people congratulating her for her birthday and just—Flowers. Sunflowers here and there, Along with blue hydrangeas. Pretty combination. Tom had made sure to fill up the place. She did love the sunflowers. Her mother calling her, auntie Eliza sending her pink carnations, it was—good. Especially after they told everyone about their prank, that made it even better.

“You do have that fake sex aftermath glow,” Emma had joked.

Perfect day, a perfect day until the sun was yawning down, she had put on her best clothes, and she was nervous. Not sure why though.

Tom had invited the cast as well. Nothing could go wrong, and it definitely wasn’t going to, right? Y/N had thought maybe it was a good day after all.

The place had been packed and the first song playing had been Ironic by Alanis Morissette, James had been the first one to point it out, he really liked that song. And though the combination of friends seemed like the perfect recipe for disaster, y/n thought it had gone calmly. At least at the beginning.

The club seemed to be picked out of y/n’s dreams, an 80’s and 70’s paradise playing the songs she loved to sing along to. There was a karaoke, too, in the background, separate from the dance floor. Honestly, the place was perfect. Fun.

And y/n had ignored Cherry’s presence as long as she could, she hadn’t been rude, but of course she’d been avoiding her, because the moment she saw her, y/n did feel insecure. She had shown up with a tight dress that gave nothing to the imagination, and her hair perfectly falling down her shoulders, her whole body shimmered. She was beautiful, beyond compare, perfect.

“Y/N!” She had greeted her. “I’m so glad I see you, I love your dress, hun, happy birthday!”

Her high pitched tone had only made y/n even more insecure. And y/n had seen her dancing, she’d caught Josh’s attention, it had seemed. Even Asa’s and Gregg’s attention. Because of course she would, the girl was perfect.

“Is Tim your boyfriend?” Cherry had asked y/n.

“What?” Y/N didn’t know if she’d heard right. “No… No, he’s not.”

“Oh, I thought he was!”

“Happy birthday!” Someone had yelled as they popped off a bottle.

Y/N could take care of Cherry later, who was actually picking out mostly everyone’s attention.

“Who is she?” Josh had asked her. “If it weren’t for Emma, I’d say she’s the prettiest girl in the world.”

There was a lot to unpack from Josh’ statement.

“That’s my cousin,” she explained. “She’s single, so why don’t you give it a go?” Y/N had suggested, knowing perfectly that if he did, she’d take away another problem. Because she’d seen Harry anxious the moment Josh had showed up.

Y/N didn’t know why she felt like Harry did know about Josh, she wasn’t sure but the same face Harry was giving Josh was the face Y/N gave to Cherry.

Initially, she had seen Cherry approach Tom, she had whispered something in his ear, and he had only gulped before walking off to one of his brothers. It made y/n anxious.

“You know what? You should go and sing Jolene,” Emma suggested, y/n could tell that Emma probably was slightly dizzy, as she had dragged her, Clark and Auli’i to the dance floor, a...very strange combination. Y/N was just a bit bothered by this, since she wanted to be with Tom, or rather, she wanted to pull him away from where Cherry was.

“Jolene?” Auli’i laughed. Felt rather weird for y/n hanging out with celebrities. Tom didn’t count… Not in that way, at least.

“Yes, Jolene,” Emma said. “I’m begging you please don’t take my man!”

“Your man?” Auli’i had asked. “As in Tom?”

Y/N chuckled. “Uh...Well….er.”

“Please, you’re dating, right?” She laughed.

Y/N didn’t answer.

“Please, it’s kind of obvious,” Auli’i explained. “You guys have tried to be subtle but we all know it.”

Well, there goes their attempt at trying to be professional. It didn’t matter, honestly. But it did bother her knowing that Cherry was the only girl in there, but thankfully, her own brother had kept Cherry occupied, thank god.

Y/N was also bothered by the fact Tom wasn’t by her side, just slightly bothered. She guessed, however, that he was having fun with his brothers. She wondered where Timmy was, because all she could see was the guys, and Cherry, at the table getting their asses drunk.

Especially Timmy.

Emma had dragged them back to the place, y/n had tried to get close to Tom, who had also tried to pull her close to him, but somehow she had been dragged away again. It was annoying, and the night kept going like that. She hadn’t had one single minute with Tom, and it was bothering her. Tom, too, it seemed.

Tom was very bothered by the fact that y/n kept being pulled by her friends, not that they were doing it to specifically bother him, but it was… annoying. Also, having Cherry around, was not a perfect situation, especially because she was insisting on talking to him. What in this world was she trying to do?

He didn’t want to deal with that, he only wanted to have fun. Besides, a club with loud music was definitely not the place to talk. Not on his… girlfriend’s? Birthday celebration.

The night was getting blurry, to him, to everyone. Half past twelve, it was getting darker, and the drinks had come and gone, drink after drink. Everyone seemed to be having a very good time, and he wasn’t sure but the lights on the club had probably lowered, flashes green and yellow were blinding him. The group was constantly divided, and he had had only a small chance to dance with y/n. The music was buzzing too loud, as he escaped through the crowds, trying to find y/n, and he saw her, dancing with everyone and then, Timmy had dragged her close to him, she didn’t even notice as she danced and sang along to the… 70’s, yeah 70’s song playing. Tom feared it, because it’s not difficult to know when someone wants to kiss the person you’re in love with. Tim was drunk, Tom knew this, and the look in his eyes was saying everything. And though he didn’t see that look on y/n, he feared it.

Tom quickly had pulled her by the hand and finally wrapped his arms around her so they could dance.

Tim had only rolled his eyes but kept dancing with Emma.

“Hi!” y/n had cheered as soon as she saw Tom.

“Hey!”

“Where have you been?” She asked, leaning to his ear.

“Here and there,” he admitted, she only giggled to lean over to kiss him.

Everything was going too quickly, the lights and music were not helping. They had barely danced before Emma had dragged y/n.

“I’m sorry, Tom, but it’s y/n’s and I turn to go to the karaoke!” Emma had said before getting her away.

“You were getting too comfortable,” Tom had barked at Tim.

“Pff,” Tim had scoffed. “You’re scared it’ll happen again?”

“What?” Tom frowned. “I’m-- she’s with me.”

“Yet she slept with me just before you arrived,” Tim had blurted.

Tom had felt the music getting louder, and louder, just as Tim had left and Tom was sunk into the dancing crowd.

He didn’t have to believe him… right?

In the state of shock, he only tried to follow after where Emma and y/n were heading.The karaoke music was playing, Emma had chosen ‘Gimme, Gimme, Gimme (A Man after midnight!)’ for her and y/n to sing, and they had started, happily singing as she was so unaware of what Tom was feeling right now. Not sure if it was anger, disappointment, jealousy, or all at once.

The group had followed after them, too, as they were expectant to see the birthday girl, first receiving a very flattering shot of… Tom thought it was probably vodka as soon as she got to the stage. Emma and her sang and yelled, and the group danced and danced. Emma being such a crowd pleaser, yelling and making them cheer.

Tom couldn't.

Is there a man out there? Someone to hear my prayers…

There was no sight of Tim, that was alright, he guessed. But then it… Tom’s mind went to every single time he’d seen her around Tim. It was so fucking obvious, of course they had slept together, and y/n probably still had feelings for him.

Tom was the only one who wasn’t dancing.

Emma had jumped off the stage to land on Josh, and then without even thinking about it, she had kissed him, right in front of Harry.

Sam and Clark had joined y/n on the stage, everyone was just too bloody drunk, and the song seemed to be never ending. Or maybe Tom hadn’t noticed when it had changed, it sounded like another ABBA song. And it was… ‘Voulez-Vous’. Now it was Y/N, Sam and Clark.

Tom didn’t even realize when Cherry was around him, and it probably was the alcohol working out but he danced with her. Not sure why.

Y/N saw it, right from the stage, but luckily Clark had been kind enough to dance with her as someone else had hopped to the stage to sing with them, now that y/n was definitely not able to sing.

And just as the song was ending, and as the next group of girls had popped on the stage, she saw it, perfectly happening, Cherry’s lips were on Tom’s.

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“Someone Else’s Story”, rated M

Edward Little's family is ashamed of him.

They never miss an opportunity to tell him so. Edward, however, has never been ashamed of himself. He is a man who has always loved order, and loved caring for others. Even as a boy, he preferred “women's tasks” to those his father and brothers tried to foist upon him. Preferred to sit quietly. To read, to paint. Even to help Mrs. Wilcox with the mending, when he could get away with it.

“There is something wrong with him,” was the general consensus. Perhaps it is correct. Edward has never felt wrong, though, except when he was forced to live another man's life, compelled to do things for which he has no skill or interest.

His father, a Navy man, put Edward to work as a ship's boy as soon as he was old enough. The path laid out for him was clear. He would become an officer, everybody thought. He was of the breeding and the background for it, but Edward possessed no desire—and, it was soon apparent, no aptitude—to lead men. No desire to labour with the tars, either, although he did find he very much enjoyed being at sea. A steward's position might be far beneath what was expected of him, but it is exactly what Edward has always wanted. He's never been happier than he is here, serving Captain Fitzjames and the worthy officers of Terror on their expedition to find the Northwest Passage.

Edward tries to respect all the officers equally, but one in particular stands out in his mind. Lieutenant Jopson is at once similar to Edward, and his complete opposite. Jopson rose from the London gutter, everybody knows. He was once a steward himself, aboard Terror no less. A battlefield promotion in the Antarctic, vigorously defended by the now-retired Captain Crozier upon their return, put him where he is today. An unorthodox path, maybe, but Edward cannot imagine a man more suited to his role. Jopson is gentle, on the whole, but firm when he needs to be. Due to his origins, the men accept Jopson as one of their own in a way they do no other officer, but when necessary, he makes his superiority of position known. He is intelligent and capable, an invaluable asset to their crew. Captain Fitzjames' trusted second. And, Edward thinks privately, Jopson also happens to be possessed of a rare beauty he finds moving in the extreme.

“Good afternoon, Mr. Little.” Jopson comes into the wardroom with a smile on his face. Edward has rarely seen him without one. “Although you would scarcely think it, given we are steeped in the pitch darkness of midnight.”

Edward doesn't speak much. It's not that he dislikes talking. He can just never seem to land on the right words to say. Silence is a desirable trait in a steward, although some officers have teased him for it. Jopson never teases. He simply fills the quiet with words of his own, without comment or complaint, and somehow without ever resorting to idle prattle.

“Captain is out, sir,” Edward says. “Gone to Erebus to meet with Sir John.”

“Ah, yes. He did tell me so.” Jopson's smile doesn't waver. Nor, Edward notices, does he turn around to leave. “How are the preparations for Christmas? If I understand correctly, we are to host the Erebite officers on the day?”

“Yes, sir.”

“And that is going well?”

“Yes, sir.” Edward doesn't know what else he can say about it. He feels himself flushing as he casts about in the recesses of his mind for something, anything. It doesn't help that Jopson is looking upon him with his most kind, patient expression, the one that makes him even more alluring than usual. Edward doesn't look at him. “Mr. Diggle is doing up as much of a feast as he can manage.” Given that they've just passed their second anniversary in the ice, that's not much.

“Ah, yes. Christmas dinner courtesy of Mr. Goldner.” Jopson laughs. “I don't mind. I must say, I'm not particular about my food.”

“No, sir.” Edward has noticed. Jopson cleans his plate at every meal, without exception. A man who grew up with hunger, Edward thinks. While he has no experience of it himself, he is sympathetic. On the rare occasions there are leftovers, he always offers them to Lieutenant Jopson before anyone, even the captain. It is not protocol, but nothing has yet been said.

“What about you?”

“Sir?” Edward's flush is darkening, he's sure. He can feel it heating his face.

“What did young Edward Little desire more than anything for his Christmas meal?”

Edward licks his lips, his eyes on the lamp in the corner. He couldn't look at the lieutenant if his life depended on it. “Ah, goose, sir. It was normally goose.” It feels wrong to expound upon the memory, given what he knows about Jopson's past. But Jopson, kind as always, says, “Go on, please,” and Edward adds, “With Yorkshire pudding and mince pies.” And a good deal more than that, but there is no need to belabour the point.

“It sounds heavenly. Thank you for sharing that with me. Now I shall have something to imagine as I pick the lead out of my own Christmas dinner.”

Edward expects the lieutenant to leave. Hopes he will leave, really, although there is a part of him that wants nothing more than for him to stay.

“Mr. Little.” Edward looks up. The lieutenant is gazing back at him, his beautiful eyes wide and shining.

Edward has never admired an officer, not in that way. Not in the dangerous way, the way that makes his stomach churn and his mouth grow dry. The way that haunts him when he's alone in his berth, that gives him illicit fantasies that segue into filthy dreams.

He's never wanted to undress an officer slowly, unprofessionally, his eyes devouring every inch of skin as it comes into view, his fingers stroking through the hair that darkens the man's chest. He's never wanted to go to his knees as he pulls down an officer's trousers, never wanted to mouth an officer's stiffening yard through his small clothes. Never wanted to hear an officer gasp above him, feel him thread his hands in Edward's hair, murmuring words of appreciation and encouragement as Edward removes the last barrier between them and presses his tongue to a hard pink cock. Never wanted to look up coquettishly through his lashes, his dark eyes meeting astonished blue ones. Never wanted to taste an officer, never wanted to kiss and lick and suckle him, root to tip, until he spends, flooding Edward's mouth with wave upon wave of his salty essence.

Lieutenant Jopson is unique in all sorts of ways.

“You are an excellent steward.” Jopson speaks with conviction. He wouldn't say it if he knew the vile contents of Edward's mind.

Edward stands still as Jopson raises a hand. Automatically, Edward's body braces for a blow, although Jopson is most certainly not that type of man, and has never struck anybody to Edward's knowledge. He doesn't do so now, of course. Instead, his hand lands, gentle and light, on Edward's shoulder. “I don't know what we should do without you,” he says, and squeezes. The sensation sends a warm wave the length of Edward's arm.

Lieutenant Jopson winks, the expression so fleeting Edward almost doubts if he saw it at all. Then, he leaves, his footsteps echoing down the passageway. Edward feels suddenly cold, despite his layers of clothing.

Edward has never been ashamed of his occupation, never been ashamed of who he is. He is ashamed of his consuming, humiliating lust for Lieutenant Jopson. But maybe, he thinks, recalling the wink, and the soft touch, the kind words the lieutenant always has for him and the sea-blue eyes that sometimes—often—meet his over the dinner table or as they press past one another in the passageway, if I'm lucky enough, there may be no cause for shame there, either.

#joplittle #draculas-gay-daughter

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Rough Night

Brian May x fem!Reader

rating: E (18+) contains: professor!Bri, a lot of teasing, a bit of dom/sub, oral (f&m receiving) word count: 6.7k summary: teasing Brian is fun until he decides to tease you back. date: 1st January 2020

* * *

The terms that you and Brian agreed upon clearly stated that no physical marks could be left on your bodies to prevent people from catching onto your arrangement. However, that doesn’t mean that Brian wouldn’t find ways to get past loopholes in your agreement to mark you as his. It was infuriating, to say the least, but also an extreme turn-on to have him so desperate to show the world that he was the one responsible for your orgasms. Last night, too, was no exception.

You are sitting in class, waiting for the lecture to start. Your throat is still sore from last night, but you have hidden it well — until now, at least. This is only the first lecture you have for the day, after all. You’ve barely spoken to anyone all morning, just giving slight nods and shaking your head when others asked you anything. You eye the bottle of warm honey water you hastily prepared this morning before grabbing it and drinking a mouthful, in a vain attempt to soothe your sore throat fast.

The lecturer is late, but you’re okay with that. After all, you did blow his mind away last night. At that, you lean back into your seat and absently rub your cheeks with your fingers as you smile, relishing the memory of his rough moans.

With an uncharacteristic loud bang of the door, Brian finally makes his grand appearance. He’s forgone his usual suit-and-tie look and instead opted for just a simple white dress shirt and black slacks. The shirt is unbuttoned too low to be proper, but you don’t see anyone complaining. His wild curls are extra wild today, like he didn’t even attempt to touch his hair at all. He sets his briefcase on his desk with an audible grunt and looks around the lecture hall. The hall isn’t big and you’re seated right in the middle, so his eyes meet yours easily and you feel your breath catch in your throat.

Brian lets his eyes linger for a second too long before resuming scanning the class. You keep your eyes on him though, letting them trace the tanned skin of his neck, down to necklace that fits snugly around the base that directly leads to his collar bones. Hey, remember that wet kiss you planted there last ni—

Your thoughts are interrupted by someone lightly bumping your shoulder, snapping you out of your trance. It’s the girl sitting beside you, and she’s smiling, with a crinkle in her eyes. “Hey, I know the professor is hot, but you should probably keep your ogling a little down,” she whispers, leaning close to you so your shoulders touch.

You instantly blush, embarrassed that you got caught. God, if only they knew what we were doing just the night before…

“All right,” Brian speaks up from the front, and you straighten up. “I apologise for being late, I ran into… some problems this morning and that interfered with my schedule a little,” he says in his smooth baritone. “Good news is that it shall be resolved in a little bit.” He smiles at that, and you feel his eyes flit to you for a fraction of a second. Then his stance shifts and his tone changes. “I’ve uploaded our material for today a couple days ago — I hope everyone brought the printout.”

With various Yes and Hmm and Oh shit floating around the room, you reach into your bag to dig out your printout of the material. You got it printed just yesterday, after Brian made you do it, in case you forgot. You’re glad he did, because nothing is worse than having to tell him you didn’t have the printout, or ask someone to share their paper with you.

Brian allows you and your classmates several minutes to settle down before he walks around to the front of his desk and leans against the edge. He crosses his legs and scans the room. “I’m assuming nobody read it?”

You shake your head sheepishly, along with almost all of your classmates. Who even reads class materials before the class?

Brian crosses his arms in faux anger and pretends to be offended. “How dare you defy my orders! I specifically asked you people to read it before class.” He shakes his head. “In that case, I’ll take this opportunity to appoint someone to read for us.”

You catch onto Brian’s plan the second his eyes meet yours. You widen yours in horror while he crinkles his in amusement. You try to shake your head with as little movement as possible while staring at him, silently telling him don’t do it, don’t do it don’t do it…

“How about you in the white sweatshirt?” he calls out and stares directly at you, along with all 100 of your classmates. The girl beside you sends you a wink and you feel your jaw drop.

You can get out of this! you tell yourself. You try to smile and shake your head, waving your palm in the universal sign of how about no?

But Brian is having none of that crap. He impatiently taps his fingers against the oak wood and stares pointedly at you. “You’re wasting everybody’s time.” Even though his tone is reprimanding, he looks amused. There’s really no way of getting out of this.

You take a deep breath, and start reading. Your voice cracks at the first syllable and you flush, but you don’t stop. The faster you read, the sooner this will be over. While reading, you look up to Brian several times to find him smirking at you, and you want nothing more than to slap him in his pretty face.

Your voice unceremoniously cracks on the last syllable and you finish with your head drooped low. You’re so embarrassed you could just dig a hole out of the floor beneath you and stay inside until you died.

“I must say,” Brian starts, and you peek at him through your eyelashes. He’s still leaning against his desk, but now with his hands dutifully clasped in front of his crotch. “I was not expecting that at all.” He chuckles. “Rough night?” he asks while smirking directly at you.

Your face heats up in record time and you want nothing more at the moment to glare and maybe chuck your shoe at him. But he’s still your professor, and the fucking reason for your rough night.

“Yeah,” you murmur in your croaky voice. “Had one hell of a coughing fit last night,” you reply smoothly.

He nods, his eyes sparkling. “I see. I hope you recover soon.” He then carries on the class like nothing happened. The tension is so thick between the two of you that you’re surprised nobody sensed it.

Everyone leaves you peacefully alone for the rest of the day, and for that you’re grateful. You don’t think you can handle another incident like that — your quota for embarrassment has reached its painful limit. All you want to do now as you sit in your last lecture of the day is to go back to your room, finish the bag of leftover crisps and watch movies for the rest of the day. Well, that, and confronting Brian.

As you watch the professor drawl on about something you weren’t quite listening, you find yourself getting angrier as the seconds drag on. How dare he embarrass you in front of the whole class? How dare he put your arrangement at bay by such a close call? How dare he openly flirt with you that way? You must look murderous with your brows scrunched up and your lips down-turned into a scowl, but you just can’t care less at the moment. You need to find him as soon as possible.

Clicking open your phone, you realise that there is only 9 minutes left of the lecture, and this professor always releases on the dot of the scheduled time. After a second’s hesitation, you unlock your phone and press into the messaging app. Your fingers hover over the keyboard.

Wanna talk to you

His reply is instantaneous, almost like he has nothing to do and is on his phone, waiting for your text.

I’m free for the rest of the day.

You leave him on read.

* * *

When you knock on his door a few minutes later, he doesn’t realise it’s you.

“Come in,” he answers, using that formal voice of his that he has for addressing colleagues and student alike. When he sees you, though, his mouth stretches into a lop-smirk and he leans back into his chair. “You.”

You don’t give him any reply as you spin around to close the door behind you, locking it conveniently. When you turn back around to face him, he’s completely taken his attention off of whatever he had been doing, instead focusing on you. You slip your bag off your shoulders onto the vacant chair in front of his desk slowly as you hold his eyes, the exact expression you give him when you put on strip shows for him.

He’s leaning comfortably against his chair, his eyes darting appreciatively up and down your body, even though you’re wearing the biggest sweatshirt and the baggiest pair of faded blue jeans you own. He looks at you like you’re dressed in the lingerie that he bought you. He’s probably already mentally undressing you.

“Professor,” you murmur in your raspy voice, taking slow, measured steps around his desk, letting your fingers drag along the smooth wood of his desk.

His eyes visibly darken at your voice. He raises his chin as you reach him, his hazel eyes almost a dark brown in the artificial office light.

“Sit.”

There is only one available seat at the moment, so you hum and lower yourself onto his lap. Immediately, you can feel something digging into your butt and you make yourself comfortable. His jaw clenches and you see his hands noticeably tightening their grip on the armrests.

“I want to talk,” you murmur under your breath, tracing your finger along the exposed skin of his chest. You can feel him shiver just the tiniest bit under you, but you keep your smile to yourself.

“Yeah?” he breathes. He keeps his hands firmly attached to the armrests ― he wants to see where you are going to take this.

“You asked me if I had a rough night…” you trail off, letting your finger glide across his jaw. “...and I said I had a bad coughing fit.” You look straight into his eyes, which are darker than before and gleaming. “I lied.”

“Yeah?” he breathes again, his control slipping dangerously fast.

You nod, making sure the action involves your whole body. He lets out a harsh breath.

“I did have a rough night, but it wasn’t from a coughing fit,” you say, slowly unbuttoning his shirt. He notices with a hitch in his breath, but doesn’t try to stop you. “It was someone driving his cock down my throat.”

Brian nearly chokes on his next breath. Nearly. He jerks in his seat and his hands fly to your waist, fingers greedily squeezing and massaging.

You lean forward until your lips are right next to his ear and whisper raspily, “And I loved it.” You hear him gasp just as you bite the shell of his ear softly. His fingers dig into your skin and his erection stirs, growing harder against you.

He’s breathing harshly into your neck, his chest moving quickly against yours.

“Baby, I―” he starts, but you cut him off with a finger to his lips.

“I know you love how I sound right now, all raspy and sore from you fucking my throat,” you say, slowly sliding off of his lap to sink onto your knees. You unbutton his shirt fully to reveal his chest and belly, the muscles taut with anticipation. “I bet it reminded you of how good it felt, didn’t it? Having your hands in my hair and pushing your cock deep into my mouth; you love how pretty my lips look wrapped around your cock? Love the sounds that it makes when you fuck my throat like you’d fuck me?”

You’re toying with his belt buckle, glancing up at him with your eyes wide. His eyes are hooded and his pupil blown as he stares down at you, his breathing ragged. He’s painfully hard now, straining against the limited space in his slacks. He must’ve been affected from the moment you spoke this morning ― Brian is uncharacteristically absorbed and isn’t as poised as he normally is. His control is held by a thin thread that will snap in any moment now.

You undo his belt and drag the zipper down, over the tent. He’d went for white boxers today, and you can clearly see the outline of his cock through the material, an unmistakable dark patch growing where the head is.

You plant the softest, but wet kiss against his clothed cock, and he groans. Dangerously close now.

You bite your lower lip and reach forward to peel his boxers down, his length springing free and slapping against his navel. It is red, swollen, and leaking. Ouch.

His cock twitches when you lean forward to ghost your lips over his length, letting your hot breath linger against the sensitive head. You glance up at him to find him with his eyes closed, his mouth slightly agape with anticipation. He is expecting you to go down on him right this instant ― his control really is gone.

You pull away and stand up. Brian immediately notices the absence of warmth and his eyes snap open with confusion, his mouth dropping even more. You smooth your hands down your sweatshirt and give him the sweetest smile you only reserve for when you want to make a bargain with the lecturers.

“Have a nice day, Professor.” You shoot him a wink and turn around to grab your bag. Brian is still comprehending what has just happened, but he is so hard, all he can think about is the feeling of your lips wrapped around himself. He can only gawk as you pull open the door and leave without a single glance back.

* * *

You know you’re going to have hell to pay for doing Brian so dirty ― leaving him high and dry in his office ― but that sense of victory you feel for the rest of the day is almost worth it. You waltz back into your apartment with a skip in your steps, pushing open the flimsy door with more enthusiasm than you usually have touching that piece of wood. After you enter your room, you throw your bag onto your chair and start finishing up the work that are due the next day. You have a feeling you’d be busy tonight.

You lose track of time in the pile of work you have — you really have to stop procrastinating and leave yourself a mountain of immediate work. When you’re finally done, it’s already way past six in the evening, almost seven. Your stomach growls in accord.

You check your phone and the edge of your lip turns up at the text you’d receive from Brian.

Dinner. You’re not allowed to say no.

You grin to yourself. You could tease him further, but he already sounded so tense through text, are you going to push him further?

No.

You keep your stationery and books into your bag slowly as you wait for Brian’s response. Your heart is hammering heavily in your chest and your hands shake a little from how anxious you are.

His reply only took 5 minutes, but it sure feels like 50 years.

Don’t test me, baby. I’m not feeling generous right now.

You can picture Brian clenching his jaw and his expression darker than usual as he types out the messages. You’re thrilled at how worked up and angry Brian is, even though you really shouldn’t be. If last night was rough, you don’t know if you can survive tonight, especially with an angry professor.

Just kidding. Where will we meet?

At yours. I’ll be in twenty.

You can’t help but allow yourself a sick grin as you open your wardrobe, searching for the perfect piece to put on. Your eyes, however, land on a white paper bag lying at the bottom. You’ve almost forgotten about that. You bend down to retrieve the paper bag and gingerly set it on your bed. It’s a set of white lingerie you purchased from Victoria’s Secret a few weeks ago.

It seems to you that Brian has a soft spot for white clothing, and this set of garment is sure going to drive him absolutely crazy, especially when he’s as worked up and angry as he is now. You hop into the shower to clean yourself up before changing into the white lace, barely avoiding tearing it into pieces in your haste to get it on. When everything is in place, you have never felt more beautiful. The white lace complements your skin perfectly and accentuated all your curves. You feel modelesque, almost, striking all these poses before the mirror.

Then your phone chimes with a sharp message notification, and you immediately know that it’s Brian. You quickly slip into a nondescript white sweater and a pair of shorts before almost skipping to the front door to answer it. You pull open the door to find yourself face to face with Brian, who seems so much taller than usual. He doesn’t look as angry as you thought he’d be — in fact, he looks nonchalant as he crosses the threshold of your apartment and steps inside, one hand in his pocket while the other carries the takeout bag. You shut the door behind him and follow him to the kitchen, where he is retrieving plates from the overhead cabinet easily, like he’s done it a million times. You lean against the counter and look at him work quietly, eyes lingering on the way his hands expertly empty the fried rice onto your plates.

The meal is silent and tense, but you don’t really know why. Brian doesn’t look angry, he looks passive. He looks like he does every other day — like his thoughts are spinning at 70 miles per hour in his head — but instead of smiling and talking to you about his day, or teasing you relentlessly, he’s quiet. That scares you a little, more than if he’s yelling you. You eat your rice across the table from him, your eyes darting everywhere but him. But you can feel his heavy gaze landing on you every few minutes, and every time it sends shivers down your spine.

When you’re both done, you offer to wash the plates and he lets you wordlessly. You are running the slippery plates under the tap to wash off the dish soap when you feel heat against the back of your neck. You gasp when you feel him plant a wet kiss at the base of your neck and instinctively bucked your hips backwards as you arch your back, but he places a warm hand on your waist to hold you in place.

“Let’s play a game, baby,” Brian rasps at your ear, his breath hot and ticklish against the shell of your ear. “You’re mine for the rest of the night.” He pauses to plant another wet kiss on the sensitive skin behind your ear. That elicits a moan from you and one of his hands snakes up to your mouth to pinch your bottom lip. “And that, is not allowed.”

What?

“You heard me, baby girl,” he coos, pulling at your bottom lip and then letting go. “You’re not allowed to make any sound, unless I’m addressing you directly or it’s your safeword.” Your grip on the plate is hard as you nod. He squeezes your waist in warning. “Use your words when I address you directly.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good girl.” He lightly scratches the exposed skin under the hem of your sweater before leaving you to finish washing the dishes.

You’re panting and out of breath as you stare at the running water. For a second you forget how washing a plate goes before your brain recovers and you quickly rinse off the soap and place the plate on the dish rack. You swallow hard, before turning around, to see Brian beckoning you to your room. You absently wipe your hands dry on your sweater as you obey his silent command immediately, your legs carrying you to your room on their own accord.

Brian shuts and locks the door behind you, and you’re officially closed off from the world with an obviously still angry Brian. And he’s clearly seeking revenge, that you can tell will be filled with relentless teasing. You notice that the shirt he’s wearing is only buttoned half-way, revealing his tanned and taut chest, as well as that necklace with the pendant resting right on the hollow of his throat. He stalks around you like a predator would a prey, his eyes snaking up and down your body appreciatively until he reaches your bed and he sits down.

You stand in front of him, unsure of what to do and desperately turned on, until he gives you a simple command: “Strip for me.”

You are eager to obey his every command. It’s been a long tiring day and you want nothing more than to succumb to him and let him take control. You slip the sweater off and blush at the way Brian’s eyes widen a little at the white lace hugging your breasts. Your shorts are next to go and Brian leans back on his elbows, his eyes running up and down your body with an appreciative smile on his lips. You are extremely pleased by his reaction and reach behind to unhook your bra, but he stops you.

“Leave your underwear on. You look beautiful in these,” he says. You let your hands fall, and nervously toy with the hem of your panties as you wait for his next order. “C’mere,” he murmurs softly and you stop before him. He sits up straight and his hands land on your hips, his palms warm against your cool skin. His fingers massage the skin softly and he leans forward to plant a kiss on the valley between your breasts. You clench your core at that feeling, already feeling a little overwhelmed and he’s barely touched you.

“So beautiful,” he murmurs against the soft skin of your belly. “Did you wear these for me?”

You nod fervently, but his soft kisses end with a nip of his teeth. “Use your words.”

“I did, Sir,” you breathe, and you feel him continuing to press soft kisses to your skin, slowly travelling upwards.

His lips reach your chest, kissing and licking at the swell of your breasts, but never truly giving attention where you desperately want him. You hands are clenched into tight fists beside you and your breathing is ragged, but that doesn’t seem to bother him. Brian is hell-bent on teasing the fuck out of you and this is only just the warm-up.

Slowly, his hands start travelling south until they rest on your ass. His hands knead the flesh with a low groan and without warning, he spreads your cheeks apart and you nearly gasp at the feeling.

“So perfect for me,” he groans and press a hot kiss against your navel, just above the hem of your panties. Your bottom lip is going to bruise from how hard you are biting on it to keep the desperate whines at bay. One of his hands land on your ass cheek with a slap and you buck your hips, tipping your head back at the chilly sensation starting to spread across your bum. “Such a good girl now, yeah? You weren’t like this in the afternoon, were you?”

When you don’t answer, he delivers another spank to your other cheek. “Answer me.”

“No, Sir,” you all but whimper. “Please.”

He continues to knead the now burning skin of your ass, his fingers slipping dangerously close to your dripping center. Your hands snake up his arms to circle around his neck, pulling him to your breasts and begging him to touch you already. But he isn’t easily swayed. Not right now.

“Such an impatient little thing. So desperate and—” he slips his finger to your damp panties, “—so wet for me.” He rubs the wet material with his index and middle finger and your legs almost give out from the minimal stimulation. “You’re so soaked, baby,” he murmurs, pulling his fingers back to find them glistening a little.

He pulls at the hem of your panties until you are sure he can just peer down and look at your pussy, then lets go and let the thin elastic snap against your hips.

“You’ve been so good for me, baby,” he says, and you widen your eyes at him. Is he finally done with the teasing? He reaches up behind your back and easily unhooks your bra, and you quickly wiggle out of it and he throws it across the room. His cups your breasts eagerly in his hands and his thumbs quickly start circling your nipples. You let out a sigh and push your chest forward for him. “And good girls deserve rewards, don’t they?” You are deciding whether you are expected to answer his question when he leans forward and you realise, it’s rhetorical.

His lips reach your right breast and he swirls his tongue around your sensitive nipple before he wraps his lips around it and start sucking hard. You keep your hand around your mouth to muffle any sounds that might escape. He lets his teeth graze against your nipple and then soothe it with his tongue, before releasing it to blow cool air against the wet skin. He does the same with your other breast, his fingers pinching and rolling your nipple where his mouth is not around. You feel yourself growing wetter until he releases your nipple with a wet pop and his fingers quickly go for where you’re the most desperate for him.

The first swipe of his finger against your slit elicits a groan from him, and a silent moan from you. He dips his finger in to collect some of your wetness and brings it to his face. “Fuck, you’re so wet,” he groans and slips his finger into his mouth to suck it clean. “God, you taste so good.” You can barely keep your whimpers to yourself when he hooks his fingers around the elastic and pulls the white lace down with one smooth tug. You step out of the soiled material with shaky legs and then he pulls you onto the bed before climbing on top of you.

It feels so erotic to be naked while Brian is still fully clothed. You rub your bare pussy against the tent in his jeans and you sigh at the direct stimulation on your clit. He realises what you are doing immediately and holds your hips still with one hand.

“Stop,” he grits out. “Don’t do that.” He leans down to kiss you for the first time tonight, and you sigh into the kiss. The kiss is fervent and desperate and full of clashings of tongues and teeth, but it is perfect. It is probably driving Brian crazy too to be teasing you for so long, and he pours all his frustrations into the kiss. He pulls away with a gasp. “I need to taste you. Now.”

He then descends down your body, pressing hot, wet kisses down where he can reach, biting and sucking until it almost hurts. Then he’s pressing the softest kisses on your thighs, slowly travelling inwards to where you’re pulsing with need. You have never been more turned on in your life, and watching Brian staring at your bare center with awe could’ve made you come on the spot. He swipes his finger up your slit just to test the waters, and your hips buck at that simple stimulation. He’d only graze your clit slightly and you’d reacted so strongly. How would you even survive with his tongue and lips—

You bite back the scream that bubbles at your throat the moment he licked his way up from your entrance to your clit, groaning to himself as he does so. He laps at your entrance, making obscene noises as he slurps and groans. You fingers find his hair and tug hard at the roots, and he grunts against your clit. Almost in revenge for that, he closes his lips around your clit and sucks hard. You tug at his hair again but this time he doesn’t mind. He continues to suck at your clit, only letting go to push the sensitive bud around with his tongue. He closes his lips around your clit again, this time swirling his tongue around it and gingerly letting his teeth graze against it. You buck your hips up in a silent cry. You just need one more of that and you’d come…

He pulls away.

Your eyes snap open like how his did this afternoon. Brian smirks wickedly at you as he shrugs off his shirt. His chest is glistening with sweat like his chin is glistening with your wetness. Your orgasm slips away just like that and your bottom lip quivers. He is evil. He stands up to unbutton his jeans and push them down along with his boxers. His cock springs free, rock hard and red and wet at the tip.

He returns to his earlier position and blows cold air against your throbbing pussy. “You didn’t think I’d forget what you did to me this afternoon, did you?” He kisses your clit. “Got me so hard and left me alone in my office to fend for myself; that wasn’t nice.” He licks up your slit. “I had to jerk myself off in my office, where other teaching staff could catch me.” He dips his tongue into your entrance. “I couldn’t come, because I was so nervous about being caught — whether I was seen of heard.” You feel his finger lightly grazing your entrance before he pushes it inside you. He pumps it torturously slowly, twisting his finger with every thrust, grazing against your front wall every time. “Look at me.”

You peel open your eyes to look at his hungry eyes. His dark eyes smoulder in the light as he adds another finger, stretching you deliciously. You lock eyes for a few seconds before he glances down, his gaze resting on the way your lips stretch to accommodate his fingers. He adds another, now pumping three digits in and out of you. You’re panting, gripping the sheets tightly as you feel your orgasm building quickly. His thumb starts rubbing your clit tightly and you gasp, feeling yourself getting closer by the second. When you start clenching around his fingers, now knuckle deep, he pulls away completely, for the second time tonight.

Your legs are shaking from being denied an orgasm twice in a row.

He sits up, giving you time to recover from the brink. You clench desperately around nothing as you will your orgasm to come back. You try to rub your thighs together from some friction, but his knee keeps you from doing that. He keeps your legs spread wide open for him so he can look at you pulsing for him. He licks his fingers clean of your wetness and leans forward to kiss you, letting you taste yourself on his tongue.

He collapses beside you, leaning against the headboard. “I say you finish what you started earlier, baby,” he murmurs. You allow yourself a second to breathe before you get up and straddle his legs, your pussy throbbing with need.

Despite how nonchalant Brian is acting, you can tell he’s desperate for stimulation. He’s achingly hard against his lower belly, red and leaking at the tip. You’re going to make this good for him.

You ghost your lips over his length, and Brian takes in an audible breath. You lick a bold stripe from the base to his tip, and he groans loudly. He’s been so hard for so long, that just the feeling of your tongue on him feels like heaven. You do it again, tracing the prominent vein along the length of his cock until you reach the tip. You wrap your fingers around the base of his cock and gently kiss the sensitive head, licking away the precome that beaded around the slit. Then you wrap your lips around the head start sucking. His hips buck uncontrollably and pushes his cock further into your mouth to push against your palate.

You start bobbing your head, taking him further and further down until his hits the back of your throat. He groans loudly and you pull off him with a loud pop. You breathe greedily, pumping his cock in a circular motion until he slips his hand into your hair to pull at your roots lightly, urging you to give him your mouth again. You take his cock in your mouth and let your tongue swirl around the head, sucking hard on the head before pushing him further down your throat. Your eyes start to water as you take him deeper, and you pull off of him again.

“Such a good girl,” he groans, and he cups your cheek, wiping away the tears with his thumb. You lean down to suck him again, but he stops you and flips you around so he’s above you again. “You’ve been such a good girl, haven’t you?” he murmurs, and you whimper. He starts circling your clit with his fingers. “Use your words, baby.”

“Yes, Sir,” you croak out. “I’ve been such a good girl for you, Sir.”

“You have,” he confirms and you feel him lining himself up at your entrance. Your legs quiver in anticipation. “And good girls deserve what?”

“A reward, Sir— fuck!” He pushes into you in one swift motion and buries himself to the hilt.

He groans into your ear. “God, you feel so good around me. Always so good, so wet and so tight around me.”

“Please,” you beg. You don’t even care that you’re not allowed to make noise anymore. It seems like Brian doesn’t care, too. Because he groans and pulls out all the way before sinking into you once again, bottoming out in one swift movement. “Fuck, you’re so deep, please, Sir.”

He starts fucking you, setting a punishing pace. With every snap of his hips, he drives his cock deep inside you and you feel your orgasm quickly building. Your room is filled with the sounds of yours and Brian’s heavy breathing, as well as the lewd noise of his cock sliding in and out of you. You wrap your legs around his waist and he reaches impossibly deeper inside you.

Brian groans when he looks down at where you are joined, mesmerised by the way his cock slides effortlessly in and out of your pussy, watching as his cock disappears into you and relishing the feeling of your walls squeezing around him.

“God, you’re so tight,” he grunts, speeding up his thrusts as you whine. You scratch your nails down his back and feel his muscles moving underneath your fingers. He feels so good inside you and he’s so fucking deep. Your orgasm is building quickly and you tighten your walls around him, to which his groans and fucks you harder. “Fuck, are you close?”

“Y-yes!” you cry out, and he buries his face between your neck and shoulder, messily kissing the sweaty skin. His fingers reach down to your joined bodies and start rubbing your clit in tight circles, sending a jolt of pleasure up your spine, pushing you closer to your release. “Oh, fuck!”

Brian kisses you messily as his thrusts turn sloppy. “Come for me, baby,” he grunts against your lips, his fingers relentless against your clit and his cock driving deep inside you. The combined feeling of his fingers and his cock tips you over the edge. You fall, hard, as you come apart. So hard that your vision blackens at the edges for a few seconds. You clench around Brian’s cock, and he groans almost painfully.

He’s still fucking into you desperately, chasing for his own release.

“Come for me, baby,” you whisper in his ear, and that is all he needs.

His comes, his cock jerking inside of you as he empties himself, coating you in his come. He lazily thrusts into you through his orgasm, until it’s over. You’re so oversensitive now that it is starting to hurt, so you tap Brian on his shoulder for him to stop.

He does, stilling inside of you before gently pulling out. Immediately you feel his seed trickling out messily along with your wetness and onto your sheets. But you’re so exhausted that you can’t even care less. Brian kisses you slowly and sweetly before collapsing beside you in exhaustion.

You’re both breathing hard, your body still still shaking from the mind-blowing orgasm you just had.

Brian allows himself a few seconds before he sits up. “Are you okay?” he asks, affectionately pushing a sweaty strand of hair from your face.

You nod weakly at him, and he smiles at you. “Let’s get you cleaned up, yeah?” He gets up and disappears for a moment before returning with a warm cloth. He wipes you clean, careful to avoid over-stimulating you. When he’s done, he disappears again, this time returning with two glasses of water. “Here.” He hands you a glass and you shoot him a grateful smile. You gulp the water down greedily, relishing the feeling of the water soothing your throat. Your throat is going to be even sorer tomorrow, you’re sure of that, but you can’t bring yourself to even be mad at Brian.

Brian is busy staring at your body with a ghost of a smile on his lips. What? You look down, and you discover little hickeys dotting all over your skin, especially around your breasts. Brian shouldn’t be, but he is proud of them. These marks showed that he is the man responsible for your pleasure, that he is the man responsible for your orgasms. He leans down to kiss the marks he’d made, smiling against your skin with you reach into hair to tug at his curls.

As usual, you cuddle for a bit until you’re both dry and recovered enough before Brian leaves. You watch as Brian untangles himself from you, struggling a little to get his limbs to function as he climbs off of your bed. He bends down to retrieve his boxers to slip it on.

Your eyes widen and you gasp silently as you stare at Brian’s back.

Long, red lines run down his back as claws of pleasure. You feel yourself blush, remembering yourself running your nails down his back as he fucks you. Just like him, you’d left marks on his body to show that he’s yours, and that feels good. His back muscles roll as he slips his shirt on and covers up the red lines. If he wears a white shirt tomorrow, those lines are going to be very visible. He turns around as he buttons his shirt up half-way, and pulls his jeans up. He smirks at you staring at him and you decide not to tell him about the lines.

Now that he’s fully clothed, you sit up, and the sheets fall off your body, revealing your hickey-decorated breasts. He groans at the sight and you grin at him before covering yourself with the sheets.

He leans forward to kiss you sweetly on the mouth, a lingering goodbye kiss.

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” he murmurs with one last kiss on your forehead before he leaves.

The temperature of your room drops drastically in the wake of his absence. You gingerly climb off the bed and limp to your bathroom. Your reflection in the mirror looks completely fucked out, cheeks rosy and lips swollen, not to mention the hickeys extending from your boobs down. You’re sure your voice would be multiple times worse than it is today, but you can’t bring yourself to care. This arrangement with Brian is perfect, and you never want it to end.

#brian may x reader #brian may #rough night #my writing

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moviestorian · 5 years

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Queen on Fire - Live at the Bowl 1982 concert (Hot Space Tour) LIVEBLOGGGGGGGG

As promised! :) Initially I was supposed to go directly from Montreal to Wembley, but dear @his-majesty-king-mercury convinced me to do Live at the Bowl before, and I’m glad she did!

Background: The concert is dated at June 5, 1982. As I wrote in the title, it was part of the Hot Space tour and was initially supposed to be played at Arsenal Stadium in Highbury. A day before the gig Freddie had a nasty fight with his then-boyfriend who had bitten him between a thumb and forefinger.

Let’s begin! - ugh Hot Space - but hey, it's gonna be fun! It's Queen, and Queen always puts the bestest live shows! - oh wowzie, this is mah first liveblog since April, long time not seen right? - my pizza's ready, my coffee's ready, my dip is ready - I think I can start watching now - Ooo wow, this concert lasts an hour and 43 minutes? I would die if I had to play on stage for that long - I can already feel the enthusiasm!!! The ENERGYYYY - FLASH AAAAAAHHH AHHHH - they're leaving the plane and look so hella cuuute - oh hi Crystal! oh hi Phoebe! Great to see you all! - gotta say... Freddie's outfit is fabulous. - Brian: plays the guitar and jumps the Crowd: HELL YEAH - I'm only 3 minutes in and my current mood is: fuck the critics whoever trashed Queen and disrespected their music skills - WE WILL WE WILL ROCK YOU - I love the fast version, slaps 100 times harder than the studio version - Deaky looks awesome in blue, I mean I already noticed that when I watched Rock Montreal, but let me reiterate - It's only been 5 minutes but let me tell you...not enough zooms for Roger - Freddie's in a good shape and form... not that I'm surprised - ROGER - cute red little scarf on mah boi's neck - THE FIRST FREDDIE AND ROG INTERACTIONS, I LIVE, I'M HAPPY - "hello everybody" "hey hey hey" good time to miss Freddie - Action This Time... Anyone surprised that it sounds better live than on the album? - ROGER'S VOCALS HOTDAMN - Brian's hair is floofy as usual... why am I acting like it's an unusual thing - I really really miss hearing Freddie and Roger together... POWER DUO - the synths get introduced... I neither love nor hate it tbh - okay not Queen related but the pizza is not bad, for a frozen one - Freddie, you feeling too hot for that jacket? And you Deaky, too? Get undressed, babes, I certainly don't mind - Play the Game! I love this song... Also Freddie playing on a piano is a blessing to us all - He really puts his soul into this one... Bless this man - Brian's backing vocals always sound so soft... My tenor angel - THANK FRICKING GOD THE SYNTHS IN THE BACKGROUND ARE BARELY AUDIBLE - LOL FREDDIE - he put a towel on his head I'm XDDDD what a legend - this and the famous plastic bag is a thrilling saga - AAAAA YOOOO - LMAO at Freddie throwing his...water?beer? at the audience - *Hot Space apologist speech* :P - we're at the funky part, I guess... - Brian and John's synchronized movements :)))) - ah okay it's Staying Power... I forgot what the song sounds like - Roger in black... I'm swooning - Roger has a nice closeup view on Freddie's butt, I mean back :D - This is not bad, but I'm gonna bet that I'll forget what this song sounds like again in less than two hours - John's haircut is cute and adorbs :D - OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO - Somebody to Love!!!!!!!!!!!!! - The intro...sounds so sublime, soft, and raw at the same time - I love that it sounds slightly different, depending on the concert - This is really emotional... We shall see how it goes, but so far it surpasses even the god tier Montreal version! - Forgive me for not saying too much now... I'm fully sunk in the sheer beauty of this sincere performance - Love Roger's drumming and the crowd clapping to the beat! - "I like it" ME TOO FREDDIE - I wish we could hear Roger a tiny bit better! I love the crescendo part - That was beautiful :') - Now I'm Here!!!! asjgashasashjgas - I love it when they perform it at higher speed - The jumping crowd fairly represents what my brain cells currently look like - I hella love Roger's drumming in this song - well not just this song but y'know - Freddie...what was that??? WHAT DID YOU DO WITH THAT FINGER??? - hehe you can tell that Brian's very into it :D - Brian trying to get Roger's attention... Rog is, however, fully dedicated to his drums :D - Freddie lying down after the song is a post-exercise or post-dinner mood - "Let's play a game" YES SIR - yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah - "Go pretty boy, go" I'm SOFT - hear that bassline? YES ME TOO - (it's Dragon Attack if anyone's wondering) - Freddie Mercury: lead singer AND fitness instructor - wish I could make some screencaps, alas I'm watching this online so it would take too much effort so here we are - Fred, let BRIAN PLAYYYY nooo don't distract him! - out of context those cuts and shots look like John is jealous of Freddie and Roger XDDD this is gif and meme worthy (around 39 minute) - btw probably no one is interested because you came here for the Queen concert liveblog, but I got my period and I'm starting to feel it - IT SUCKS - ooooo Brian speaking! His voice is so soothing, I could listen to him all day and it would probably calm my nerves - acoustic guitar...I'm already in - WHY SO QUIET THOUGH - Love of My Life, I'm cry - Everyone's singing along from the very first line... this is beautiful - Everyone united by this song's pure beauty :))))) I'm not crying you are - Do you sometimes think about Brian playing the acords for this gorgeous track and there is no Freddie sitting beside him? - Yeah, I hate myself for that thought too - I might be a little bit emotional - No wonder it was this particular song was the one that finally convinced Bri's father to FINALLY accept his son's career - Brian's gentle smile I'm :') :') :') - *clap clap clap clap* SAME - We're at Save Me now... Are we doing a crying compilation or what? - This is almost as bad as the Queen Forever album I recently bought.. TOO EMOTIONAL - Don't get me wrong, I ADORE Save Me - But this is too much - Almost 50 minutes in and Freddie's voice is still STRONG AS A BELL - Remember what I said about the "fuck the critics" mood? Yeah the mood is back - Even the cute Roger/Freddie interaction almost makes me cry I'm agsahjhsAAAAAAAAA - I need a more lighthearted now BLEASE - I'm a tough cookie but when I have Queen feels very little can help! - Is this Back Chat? OH GOD - Please bring me back to the crying mode, I DIDN'T MEAN THIS - (I'm sorry Fidan and all the Back Chat fans over there, I'm not a huge fan of this song :-*) - We get a nice view on Roger's back, though *Lenny face* - The synths sound like a main theme for some mystery-drama tv show from the 1980s XDDD - I forgot how long this song is... - Get Down Make Love *insert Lenny face again* - Okay I gotta admit... lyrically this song is a mess and borderline cringey in the first verse, but I really like it musically - I GIVE YOU HEAT - I GIVE YOU MEAT *three Lenny faces* - Okay, let's just listen to the song and pretend we all forgot the English language, maybe? - That mid parts always makes me feel like I'm about to be abducted by aliens - Thank God I don't do drugs, I would start thinking I might be hallucinating - I assume that Brian's guitar solo starts now? - Nice intro! - And Roger gets time to breathe, the boy needs his oxygen - Actually, this may be one my favourite of Brian's guitar solos? - Brighton Rock :))))))))))))))) - Brian's hands are very pretty - oh noooooo - an error? - poor Bri - that disappointed guy who screamed "No" when the guitar stopped playing :D - thankfully he issue quickly got solved! - hi Roger, nice to see you back <3 - It's Roger's time to shine! - YEs, Under Pressure! - The Montreal version is gonna be hard to beat, though - Let's see - uu I like Fred's red jacket! - ...do you have any shirt underneath, though? Naughty boi - he does not LOL - "HIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIGH" - let me tell you again...Roger's mic is definitely not turned loud enough - This is great but still, I prefer the Montreal one - That beer always amuses me XD - Freddie, you want us to slap your ass? - Oh no, he's just announcing Fat Bottomed Girls XDDDD - "I was just a skinny lad" the editing team: cuts to the camera angle which shows Brian first and Freddie after him - Roger's "oooh" is funny because he's really into it :D :D :D - Freddie is now a pole dancer, he changed profession - The crowd, always cheering when Freddie gets undressed :P - I sense Crazy Little Thing Called Love incoming! - yes it is Crazy Little Thing! - Freddie's joke about the three guitar cords XDDD - This song always slaps - "she drives me crazYY" - ReAdY fReDdIe - FREDDIE PLS STOP FCKING YOUR GUITAR - this is pretty - BOHEMIAN RHAPSODY YEAH - he sounds so soft :)))) - and now so raw - "Momma UwU" - can't unsee this fricking meme now ajsdhjgdhjds - My favourite guitar solo :')))) - they actually played the video??? - I miss spaniel haired Deaky tbh - *instense drumming* *fireworks* - Oh Brian is wearing this cool shirt he also wore in Montreal! - jumpy Deaky...too bad you can onnly see him from the distance - GONG - that was sexy - Roger hitting that gong in the black outfit is sexier than shirtless Rog hitting the gong, change my mind - TIEE YOUR MOTHER DOWN TIEE YOUR MOTHER DOWN - There's only some 15 minutes left... The time always passes so quickly when I'm watching a Queen concert - Another One Bites the Dust! I've been waiting for thiiiis - Deaky: happy jump - He knows it's his time to shine - wait a second, when did Roger change his shirt? - I need a good closeup - Freddie be like *imma slap my thigh now* - ooo I see Roger's Japanese shirt now! It's pretty cool! - Brian looks great too - Those flashing light are kinda migraine-inducing, thankfully I don't have an aura today - SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEER heartattack - Looks like Freddie is flirting with Red Special :P - they're going absolutely crazy XD - WE WILL ROCK YOU DRUMLINE INTENSIFIES - LOL the sombrero on Freddie's head :P - ups mr editor dropped a frame - And now we're truly heading towards the end... I'm gonna start associating We Are the Champions with farewells soon - Well done, boys - I know I say it every single time - But you can't stress this enough - :)))) I'm glad I did this liveblog - They look exhausted but very satisfied :))) - Bye bye!

Next time I’ll be doing Wembley 1986, hopefully soon!

Tagging all the people who expressed their wish to read my ramblings. :) Enjoy!

@his-majesty-king-mercury, @x5vale, @radio-ha-ha, @mephisto92, @39-brian, @melisa-may-taylor72, @silapril, @kitty-rushes-in, @lydiannode, @an-abyss-called-life, @litsy-kalyptica, @importantmuggoophero, I hope I didn’t forget anyone! ^^ Comments are nicely welcome! :3

#wera talks queen #liveblog #milton keynes 1982 #queen at the bowl #long post

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ichigo-daifuku · 5 years

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Sunkissed

SLBP Fanfiction [Read on AO3]

Honda Tadakatsu/MC

The story of The Warrior Who Surpassed Death Itself meeting his match.

Mature | Implied Sexual Content; Mild S&M (Very Lowkey)

Word Count: ~7.7k

Part 2 of 春夏秋冬 | Shunkashūtō

木漏れ日 | Komorebi

The sunlight filtering through the leaves of the trees.

The melody of the cuckoo’s song marked the beginning of the new season.

Light hues of spring blossoms faded into earthy shades of green all over the country. Day by day, the temperature rose higher, and together with it was the air that carried the season’s humidity. The very same afternoon breeze caressed her face as she emerged from the castle, finished with her duties. She tied her hair in a ribbon, which offered her a small reprieve after being cooped up indoors since morning. At the sigh of relief she let out, a frown soon followed, the hot breath she released tickling the tip of her nose.

During that time of the day, the garden was the best place to rest. It was an open area surrounded by various trees and flowers. However, unlike most days when she would have a peaceful time in the garden by herself, she instead arrived to see samurai gathered all over the space. She paused to stand by a tree in the sidelines, a spectator to whatever activity was about to take place.

Oda Nobunaga, the Lord of the Clan, stood in front of them all, proud and tall. He unfurled his extravagant fan with an elegant flick of his wrist and in seconds, the chatter of men shifted into pindrop silence. He fanned his face, almost in a lazy fashion, while his eyes scanned over the place. “Today, we will have a martial arts tournament,” he declared.

Thrilled murmurs returned as quick as they were silenced a moment before the announcement. Most retainers hurried to grab their wooden practice swords, while some began to place bets on who would emerge as the ultimate victor.

In the distance, a burst of excitement caught her attention. “Oooooohhh! A martial arts tournament?! I’m so ready for this!” a burly man gushed to an elderly retainer.

The elderly retainer did not share the other’s joyous attitude and instead regarded him seriously, “Tadakatsu. You may participate, but please do so with respect to Lord Oda and his retainers.”

“Ah… yes… right. Understood.” He grimaced.

Beside the two, another samurai in golden robes stood, foot tapping on the ground in an impatient rhythm. His petulant complaints found themselves passing through her one ear to the other as her attention was solely focused on the burly man, Tadakatsu. It was not the first time she saw him. She encountered him a couple of times in the last few days while she served tea and snacks during war councils. He sat there, stock-still with a neutral expression on his face while the clan’s retainers proposed the best strategy for the next military campaign. One time, she poured green tea in his cup and felt his gaze on her person. Unable to fight the curiosity that had sparked inside of her, she rose her head and looked at him straight in the eye.

A familiar voice pulled her out of her reverie, “Look at you, undressing him with your eyes.”

“Hello to you, too, Umeko. No, I was not.”

“Whatever you say.”

“What brings you here?” she asked in feigned disinterest, inspecting her nails.

Umeko held up a tray, “I was just serving refreshments.” She went on to balance it with one hand while she used the other to pour a cool drink in the last cup left. “Here.”

She shook her head. “No, thank you. I’m not thirsty.”

“Oh, really? Then, this isn’t for you.” Umeko leaned closer and covered the side of her mouth with one hand to whisper conspiratorially, “For him. That’s Lord Tadakatsu, by the way. From the Tokugawa Clan.”

“I know that – I mean, I wasn’t asking!” Her eyes widened on the little slip of her tongue. Umeko would never let her get away with that and she knew it.

“So you say.” Umeko giggled. “Best of luck!” She gave her one last playful smile and turned to leave.

“Ugh…” She walked closer to the nearby tree and dusted its trunk and roots before sitting down. She balanced the cup of water on top of her knees and cradled it with her palms. During her exchange with Umeko, the tournament had begun without her awareness. Her index finger tapped on the glass as she took in the show of strength in the usually tranquil garden.

Nobunaga sat on the veranda as he would on a dais while Mitsuhide supervised the matches of the tournament. After a few bouts, Mitsunari expressed refusal to fight the specific person he was pitted against, Hideyoshi. The latter simply laughed, brushed it off, and said that the former should do it as his faithful retainer. A little later, it was a match between Hideyoshi and Inuchiyo, which was both physical and verbal as usual. It entertained not only the two of them but also the audience, who laughed and cheered at the same time while the sparring continued.

As the tournament progressed, she didn’t see him from where she sat. In the end, she found herself sipping the water Umeko had poured for her – or him, rather – little by little. She reminded herself to thank her friend later, once they see each other during dinner. With her cup empty, she stood and went to the kitchen to return it, having no desire to hold on to it until the end of the tournament. After doing so, she fetched water from the well, enough to wash her face with, which she did in order to cool down from the afternoon heat.

The atmosphere crackled with tension and excitement the moment she returned to the garden.

The men had sat down and formed a wide circle where Mitsuhide stood in the middle and spoke loudly, “The final match will be between Honda Tadakatsu and Maeda Toshiie.”

“Don’t embarrass me,” the man in golden robes said.

Tadakatsu laughed. “I won’t, Lord Ieyasu!”

“I’m betting against Puppy!” Hideyoshi teased.

Inuchiyo looked back at him and growled, “Why you!”

“Fighters to your positions!” Mitsuhide announced, his voice uncharacteristically fierce as it boomed over the area.

Tadakatsu and Inuchiyo went to stand on either side of Mitsuhide and faced each other with serious expressions. They bowed and shifted their bodies into attacking positions with their wooden swords. Upon closer observation, it was evident that Tadakatsu’s physique was even larger than that of Inuchiyo, albeit only by a considerable fraction. Whether or not that would be an advantage or disadvantage was yet to be seen, the amount of the bets rising higher than ever.

“Begin!” Mitsuhide signaled for the match to commence and went back to stand in the sidelines.

Inuchiyo attacked first. She had witnessed him fight countless of times since their childhood and until now, it was always that very same hunger to best his opponent that made his every move wild. A berserker, as those he had faced in battle would call him. Still, she merely watched under the same tree, neither cheering nor saying anything, simply an onlooker from afar to the highlight of today’s tournament.

Tadakatsu was quick to block Inuchiyo’s next attack. It was such a strong clash of swords one after another that Hideyoshi pointed out that two of them would break the wood into pieces with their strength and wins from previous matches. Soon enough, both Tadakatsu and Inuchiyo panted from the physical exertion. There was nothing like a good fight. Their skills were in a similar spectrum which made the battle both tough and exhilarating.

“That’s my boy!” Old Man Katsuie cheered as Inuchiyo landed a blow on his opponent’s shoulder. Tadakatsu backed away and Inuchiyo watched him, sword ready as he anticipated his next move. Tadakatsu’s eyes remained fixated to the ground, his breathing erratic as he clutched his shoulder and gave it a squeeze.

Then, he smiled.

She watched, entranced, as Tadakatsu moved with the fluid grace of a seasoned fighter. If what he did earlier was called fighting, then she didn’t quite have the name for what he was doing now. The blow he took had fueled Tadakatsu’s will in combat as he charged towards Inuchiyo’s direction with a fierce battle cry. He was relentless, shouting louder with every swing his sword and grunting heavily with every blow he parried. His every move was the epitome of sparring with vitality. It was something worthy of a legend.

She wondered, was it just her or were the surroundings becoming warmer? She glanced at Nobunaga and wished she had one of those fans like the one he had. The rest of the audience didn’t dare blink, not wanting to miss the fight of a lifetime happening right in front of them. She began to see the why tournaments like this one were exciting not just for the participants but also for the crowd.

The two fighters charged towards each other with their practice swords in the air, aiming for the win. The stakes were high. Everybody was silent, holding their breath in anticipation with the knowledge that this would be the final blow. The wooden sword flew to the ground at the force of the superior fighter. At last, Mitsuhide announced, “Point and match! The final bout goes to Honda Tadakatsu!”

The shouts of Tadakatsu’s victory rung throughout Kiyosu. Immediately, Tadakatsu strode towards the direction of his liege lord. “Lord Ieyasu! Lord Ieyasuuu! I, Tadakatsu, have brought victory to the Tokugawa Clan, in your name!”

“Hmph, whatever.” Ieyasu brushed off his retainer and returned inside the castle with a few men in tow. Most of those who participated in the tournament went and congratulated Tadakatsu, while the others led by Old Man Katsuie patted Inuchiyo’s back and praised his stellar performance for finishing second.

The crowd slowly thinned. “You,” Nobunaga beckoned Tadakatsu with a gesture. “Your skill as a warrior is promising, indeed. You are to be rewarded for your victory today… Right there.”

“What?” she couldn’t help but whisper, uncertain if she saw it correctly – Nobunaga pointing towards the direction where she sat – towards her.

“I see. Thank you so much, Lord Nobunaga. I shall make sure to share with the rest of the Tokugawa Clan,” Tadakatsu replied.

Her eyes widened at the implication. She looked around her if there were any gold or pearls that could be classified as reward. There were none. “No, it couldn’t possibly be…?” she asked herself.

But before she could come up with any sort of conclusion, Nobunaga simply told Tadakatsu “See to it,” and left.

Tadakatsu took a deep breath and sighed. He placed the cracked and beaten up wooden sword on the floor of the veranda. He stretched his arms and yawned, exhausted from the tournament, and walked towards the specific tree he was pointed to. He started to strip the upper part of his kimono from his body, the fabric damp with sweat and grime, his mind already wandering to the baths.

“Hey! What are you doing? Pervert!”

Tadakatsu froze at the sound of her voice. She emerged from the thicket of leaves that hung lowly from the lithe branches and faced him with crossed arms. Instead of answering, he stared at her, his lips slightly agape and cheeks reddened with a blush.

She snapped her fingers right in front of his face. “I thought you were going to claim your reward?”

His surprised face turned a darker shade of crimson, if that was even possible. “A-Ah…! Y-Yes!”

“What? Well? Where is it?” she prodded, prepared to defend herself should he say the word ‘you’ .

He tilted his head upwards and pointed to the branches of the tree. Her eyes followed suit in both curiosity and confusion. There, hanging high up in abundance, were peaches that the tree bore for the season. He put his hand down and seemed to get a hold of himself before he turned towards her with a sunny smile, “Want me to get you some?”

“Erm… sure?” Whether he knew of her assumption or not, she found impossible to tell. She could do nothing to suppress the mild embarrassment she felt at the realization. In spite of that, it wasn’t the end of the world. She would get over it soon enough, maybe.

“I’m Tadakatsu, by the way,” he offered, still standing in front of her.

“Nice to meet you.”

“Aren’t you going to give me your name?”

“No.”

Tadakatsu took a deep breath and released it in a chuckle. He began to circle the tree, choosing which of the fruits were ripe enough to pick. “Lord Oda’s men really take these kinds of things seriously, don’t they?! I can’t wait to face Lord Ishida and Lord Maeda again… They were both so strong!”

She stood awkwardly, shifting from one foot to another, unsure of why was trying to make any form of conversation. “Oh, yeah. You did Inuchiyo good.”

“Inuchiyo?” He turned his head to her in question.

“Oh... Toshiie.”

“So that’s why they kept calling him Puppy!”

He passed by her side and easily towered over her form. Up close to him once more, she observed that his face was surprisingly kind. It was a stark contrast to the brave warrior who fought the men of Oda a while ago and won. He was not an ordinary person. No doubt, he would be known for his tremendous skill as a samurai, if not already.

“I know what you’re thinking,” Tadakatsu spoke out of the blue, his fingers around one of the peaches as he inspected it.

“What am I thinking?”

“How shameful it is for me not to have critical battle scars on my body! I seem to always escape the battlefield without an honorable mark to tell my tale.” He began to pick the peaches from the tree one by one, tall enough to reach higher ones easily. “It’s true. I’m a disgrace of a warrior!”

“What is he saying?” she asked herself. It was the last thing she expected to hear from someone who just stood above all contenders in a martial arts tournament. “No, I don’t think that way at all,” she blurted out, “I was here during the tournament and I saw the way you fought. I think you don’t have critical battle scars on your body because no one has bested you, not because you are incompetent as a samurai.”

He didn’t answer. Instead, he turned to her with a handful of peaches, eyes wide and full of an emotion she could not name.

“You’re a weirdo.”

Tadakatsu smiled. “A-Ah… Yes, of course I am! Thank you!”

“What?” She meant to say that he was a weirdo for thinking he was a disgrace and all that. She didn’t know if her message got across her recipient, but he seemed to be pleased. Very much so.

“Since I am a weirdo, it wouldn’t be farfetched for me to ask you for your name again, wouldn’t it?” He thrust his hand out towards her direction, a beautiful, ripe peach in his palm.

With how strange this man was, she couldn’t help but give him a sharp glare. To the least of all her expectations, her response only spurred the blush on his cheeks to grow redder and the light in his eyes to grow brighter. In that moment, the sun spread throughout the place its mighty light and brought a haze as the rays that flitted through the leaves illuminated his form. For all his strange antics, he looked like a divine creature. Yes, definitely far from a disgrace.

Her hand laid on top of his as she accepted his offering. She couldn’t help but laugh.

Their paths only crossed again a few days after their serendipitous meeting by the peach tree. It occurred one morning while she walked along the pathway in the castle grounds, basket in hand, and Tadakatsu happened to pass by the area.

“Good morning,” Tadakatsu greeted, followed by her name. He was pleased to see her so early in the morning and it showed. “What are you doing around today?”

There was a small hint of awkwardness in the air, but there was also a sense of comfort and friendship that grew from their previous encounter. She held up an empty woven basket. “I’m going to pick some mandarin oranges.”

“What for?”

“For a dessert Lord Nobunaga requested.”

“I see…”

“Do you want to join me?”

“You don’t mind?”

“If you don’t mind, too. I can pick some oranges for you. You know, as thanks for the peaches the other day.”

“Then, sure!” Tadakatsu smiled with his eyes. She wondered how he was always bursting with energy, even at that early time of the day. Immediately, he offered her a hand, “Here, let me hold the basket for you.”

The intoxicating perfume of the mandarin trees permeated their senses once they arrived at the area of their plantation. She took the basket from Tadakatsu and set in on the ground, shifting into a crouching positing and dusting her palms to begin the harvest. To her surprise, Tadakatsu bent down beside her and picked some of the small, sweet fruits himself, speeding up the process. Soon, the basket was full and she gave him his share.

“Thank you! I’ll share them with the guys later,” he said, his expression still bright as ever. The tiny oranges filled his large palms. “Thanks again for today!”

She watched his retreating figure, dazed. Her walk to the kitchens was slow and consisted of a recount of the events that happened a few minutes ago; his smile etched in her mind for some reason.

After their early morning encounter, she felt as if she was seeing Tadakatsu more often. The next week was filled with his presence at the most random of moments, carrying her purchases from the greengrocer the moment she passed from the gates, chatting with her as she hung the day’s laundry, watching the koi fish swirl around the pond as she gave them their food. Not that she minded his company, she found that she didn’t, peculiar as he may be. All the same, the whole situation was a bit odd considering that prior to the martial arts tournament, their only interaction had been a meeting of their gazes.

One afternoon, she walked along the veranda and happened to overheard a snippet of a conversation nearby.

The first voice was that of a young man she has never heard of before, “You don’t want to come on too strong…”

“I know, but…” The person who replied was someone she recognized, someone she had grown familiar with in the short time they spent together. She turned to the corner and sure enough, Tadakatsu was there with his friend, Toramatsu. They stood on the grass, seemingly on a break from swordsmanship practice. Their heads turned her way as she appeared and she felt a bit guilty for her accidental eavesdropping, although their conversation didn’t make much sense to her.

Tadakatsu was quick to greet her as he always did, “Hello! What are you doing around today?”

“Good afternoon to you both. I am going to town, that’s all,” she told them.

“Mind if I come with you?”

“You don’t have anything to do?”

“No. Nothing. Right, Toramatsu?”

“...Right.”

She tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear, feeling a bit self-conscious. “Oh, okay then.”

“Later, Toramatsu!” Tadakatsu patted him on the back.

Toramatsu gave a slight wave of his hand as Tadakatsu walked to her side. “Have fun.”

“Thank you,” she replied and the two of them bid him goodbye.

The route on the way to town consisted mostly of small talk and occasional silence, the most comfortable kind. The sun beamed down from the sky, which she felt on the crown of her head and through the layers of her clothing. Even more, she was aware of how their warmed sleeves brushed together as they walked side by side in the crowd. Women stared and whispered to each other their thoughts and compliments directed towards her companion. She thought about it and realized that she couldn’t blame them.

Just then, she was pulled by the hand, and her fall was broken by Tadakatsu’s hard chest. “Hey, careful now,” he murmured, his tone full of worry.

At the sound of a neigh, she tilted her head to witness a stray horse gallop away followed by an angry young man who presumably was its owner. Her heartbeat accelerated at the close encounter of being rammed by a horse due to her wayward thoughts. The warmth that enveloped her hand and body made her conscious of the fact that their hands were still intertwined and the space between them was close to none. She squeezed his hand and let go.

“Sorry!” she said and walked a few steps to distance herself. She wanted to say something – anything – and ended up blurting out, “Want to stop by that restaurant?”

The weather was the perfect excuse to simply grab refreshments and relax in a place with a shade. She told herself it was a good call. The two of them sat on a table for two. They already had their fair share of time alone together, but in a way, she couldn’t help but feel nervous being with him in such an intimate setting. She sipped her drink and watched him from the corners of her eyes. Tadakatsu looked as comfortable as ever as he took the sights in. She reminded herself that this was the man who shared the fruits of his victory with her, the man who had no qualms in admitting his weird quirks, the man whose smile beamed down on her like the sun in the recent of her days.

This was Tadakatsu, and all at once, it was okay.

“I’m not from Owari, so I can’t really give you a proper tour of the area. I’m sorry,” she told him sincerely.

“No need to apologize,” he responded without hesitation, “Just spending time like this is enough.”

“Have you been to Owari before?” There were so many things she was curious of, so many things she wanted to discover about him.

“Only a few times. Lord Ieyasu is allied with Lord Nobunaga, so we have to drop by from time to time.” He looked around the area before he continued, “But between the two of us, Lord Ieyasu doesn’t like it. He’d rather stay in his room to read books and eat strawberry daifuku, to be honest. I take the brunt of his biting words during trips like this.” He ended his words with a look of dazed pleasure on his face.

“And you love it,” she pointed out casually, “Still as strange as ever, I see.”

“Yes… I – Thank you…!” At his words, Tadakatsu’s facial morphed into something more serious. “Oh no,” he whispered to himself and grabbed his drink only to down it in one go. He set the cup back down the table with a small thud, “There.”

“What was that all about?”

“Toramatsu said I shouldn’t come on too strong.”

“Okay…?”

“Well then, where were we? Oh, yeah! You said you weren’t from Owari?”

“Yes, I was born and raised in Kyoto,” she humored his question, a little amused, a little more curious about the way everything went with him.

“Do you miss home?” he asked.

“I do,” she admitted in a bittersweet moment. “I make sure to write to my family frequently. What about you? Do you… miss home?”

“Well, most of the samurai in the clan are with us when we visit here, so not much.” He laughed. “Although sometimes, I miss the food in Mikawa.”

Ah, that she could completely understand. There was something about food that made home truly home. It was the aroma one would recognize even after such a long time of being parted with, the taste that would bring back dear memories of one’s childhood. There was no better person to understand him in that sentiment but her, who has witnessed and experienced the happiness that only the food in a place called home could bring. She smiled.

The rest of their day was filled with light conversation, uninhibited laughter, and sightseeing. It was something new for the both of them. Tadakatsu explored the roads their clan passed fleetingly. Meanwhile, she saw the streets she often passed through when out on errands in a new, memorable way. It was a day well-spent for the both of them; enjoyable in the best and most unexpected ways.

Somehow, his words reverberated in her mind as she laid on her bedding that night. The following morning, she set out to find someone who could help her in the task she set out for herself. She had no clue where to find him and settled on wandering around the castle’s corridors in hopes of seeing him. Luckily, she did.

“Lord Tadatsugu…?” The retainer came out of one of the rooms and she approached him hesitantly, unsure of how he would react to her presence.

Tadatsugu smiled. The two of them had been introduced in passing by a certain someone who had shared a few anecdotes of her. “If it isn’t Miss! How may I help you?”

“Good morning,” she greeted, relieved that he remembered her at least. “Lord Tadatsugu, if it’s not too much, may I ask you about something?”

It took her a couple of days to gather everything necessary for her task. There was sneaking around involved, knowing that anytime Tadakatsu might appear and discover what she has been up to. She couldn’t have that. When all was set and done, she felt nervous excitement and set out to find him.

There he was, Tadakatsu, in the garden, sparring with a dummy.

“Oh, great! You’re here. I’ve been looking for you,” she said in greeting.

He set his practice sword aside upon her arrival. “You’re looking for me? I didn’t expect that.”

“Well, I am. Let’s go.” She grabbed a confused Tadakatsu by the sleeve and pulled him to the direction of the kitchen. She gestured to one of the seats, “Sit down.”

Tadakatsu was pliant to her wishes, immediately doing as she said so. She went to the corner of the room, grabbed a plate, and set it down in front of him.

“No way! Ooanmaki?” he exclaimed, surprised to see a dish from Mikawa on the table. “When and where did you learn how to make this?”

“It’s a secret.”

“Mind if I dig in?”

“Be my guest.”

Nerve-wracking, that was how it felt the moment Tadakatsu bit into the rolled piece of pancake. “I didn’t know which filling you’d prefer, so I thought I’d stick with the basic one, anko.” She wanted to see his reaction as he ate the ooanmaki, but what if he didn’t like it? Or if she didn’t get the recipe right? Even with Lord Tadatsugu’s assistance, she suddenly felt uncertain at that moment. “Well, how does it taste?”

“Delicious, of course. I’m convinced anything from you is delicious. And this? It’s like a woman of Mikawa made it.”

There was an odd feeling in her chest at the sound of his voice when he said those words.

“Hm? Your cheeks are flushed. Are you alright?”

“I’m fine. The weather’s just very warm.”

Her heart, too, felt warm.

Somehow, the two of them two fell into a routine. After regular war councils, Tadakatsu would disappear to find her, which did not go unnoticed by certain people.

“Where is that pervert going off to?” Ieyasu asked out loud, referring to Tadakatsu slipping out of the grand sliding doors of the Main Hall. On a regular day, Tadakatsu would stick around longer for a chance to hear a few choice hostile words and would even seek them out from him actively. This was strange behavior for someone like him.

Yasumasa, who sat beside Ieyasu, frowned. “Lately, he has been disappearing like that.”

“I believe he is courting someone, Lord Ieyasu,” Toramatsu stated.

“It’s true, Milord.” Tadatsugu smiled in agreement. “I have seen it with my own eyes!”

Ieyasu smiled that poison smile of his. “Don’t make me laugh.”

Meanwhile, most of her spare time would be spent by the peach tree. If Tadakatsu wasn’t there yet, she would read a book. A few times, she opted for embroidery, if not naps. Even if she was preoccupied, one thing was for sure, if he wasn’t there yet, then he would be soon enough after she arrived. Always.

Yet, dark clouds loomed over the sky and replaced the warm rays of the sunshine.

It rained during the summer.

The summer season was strange; the rainfall came late that year. The sky had been grey when she and Tadakatsu left the castle. It was something spontaneous. Tadakatsu insisted that they should go to town on that day and the next thing they knew, they were under the awning of the town’s temple, taking shelter from the downpour. Around them, colored strips of paper hung from the bamboo trees. As they swayed with the wind, the inked wishes began to fade and streak down with the raindrops to the ground.

That reminded her of the upcoming festival. “It’s Tanabata tomorrow. Will you go?” She looked over the profile of his face and tried to find it in herself to dare add the two words, ‘with me’. She didn’t have the chance to.

“We’re going back to Mikawa tomorrow,” Tadakatsu replied, apologetic.

Everything was too good to be true. She knew it. Last night, she saw that some retainers’ luggage were already being packed, but she never would have guessed that they were for the men of Mikawa, one of them Tadakatsu’s. Despite all the time they spent together, it was all temporary, something two strangers could never keep up for a long time. She should have kept her distance from the beginning instead of falling into a false sense of security with whatever was going on between them – instead of falling for him.

The sound of raindrops hitting the eaves coupled with the wind chimes hanging from the temple flowed through her ears. She had no response for him. Partings could be the best or worst moment between people. She couldn’t tell which it would be in their case. She didn’t even know if he felt the same way. She wondered if everything she had with him had been a mistake, but how was it that a mistake made her feel so happy?

He turned his head to meet her gaze, “I promise you, I will – ”

“No. Don’t.” She looked away, unable to take it any longer. “Don’t promise me anything. We’re different, Lord Tadakatsu.”

The both of them fell quiet.

With the sky’s blessing, the hydrangeas finished dyeing its petals into beautiful blues with hints of pink and purple all around, a beauty immortalized in her mind. It was time to say goodbye. Her eyes stung with the realization that their time was over, that it was time to wake up from her summertime dream. It had been a good one.

On the outside, she fixed a self-deprecating smile but her insides overflowed with the need to get away. “I’ll get us both umbrellas, so please stay here.”

Without waiting for an answer, she ran in the rain.

The hurt on her face pained Tadakatsu in a way that he never thought pain could possibly feel; displeasurable. He hated that he was the cause of her loneliness, he only wanted to see her happy always. In a decisive moment, his hurried footsteps followed her like lightning. Warm and welcoming arms circled her slightly shaking body. Thunder clapped but there was only his voice. “No. That won’t work on me. Don’t do this, please,” he begged, tightening his embrace. Strange as he may be, Tadakatsu was not a clueless one in terms of the matters of the heart. “If you really don’t want me to promise anything, then I won’t. I’ll just do it.”

She turned to face him. Her palms rested on his chest and she wondered if he realized she was crying, or if he would mistake it for something else. The look in his earnest eyes told her that he knew, and that he meant everything he just said. His steadfast heart beating under her fingers told her that he felt the same way. She gazed at him so closely that afternoon, when it were not the rays of the sun that came down on his face but rather the haze of the fog and the raindrops from the skies that wept for their parting.

“May I kiss you…?” he asked, eyes filled with longing.

The fabric of their clothes clung to their skin with each passing second, but the two of them couldn’t care less. Her arms went around his neck as she returned his warm embrace. She stood on her tiptoes and met his awaiting lips in response to his question. He hugged her by the waist closer until she no longer felt the ground beneath her feet, their faces on the same level as their lips reveled in their first meeting.

In that very moment, it was as if she was one of the wishes hanging from the bamboo trees all around them. But there was one tiny difference that separated her from them all.

She had already come true.

The tinkle of their laughter, so much like the wind chimes on a certain summer day, marked the beginning of a new chapter in their lives.

Hamamatsu was in high spirits. The food served on their tables was nothing short of exquisite and lavish, each cup filled with sake to the brim. Ieyasu, the Lord of Mikawa, watched his retainer from his seat during the celebratory feast. “Who would have thought that the pervert would be the first to get married?”

Yasumasa took a sip of his sake before he commented, “I have to agree with you there, Milord.” He set his cup down on the table and looked at the couple as well, not quite putting two and two together.

Tadatsugu, who was one of the happiest people that day, crinkled his eyes and laughed. “Even the matchmakers said that their match was made in heaven. Congratulations once again to the both of you!”

It was true. Their wedding was set on a day declared auspicious by the matchmakers, who fussed about their names, birthdays, and whatnot, and concluded that the two of them were, indeed, perfect for each other.

Not that they needed the matchmakers’ reassurance to know so.

“Lord Tadatsugu… Thank you so much.” She looked at the elder retainer with unshed tears in her eyes and remembered that day she asked for his assistance. It was one of the best decisions she has ever made, one of the things that led them to the happiest days of their lives.

“More like, in hell.” Ieyasu replied and took a bite of the strawberry daifuku served especially for him.

Tadakatsu chimed in, “As long as we are a match, then either is fine.” Although he looked handsome in his ceremonial robes, to her, he was even more handsome because of that sunny smile of his that was so dear to her.

“His tendencies have toned down as of late,” Toramatsu observed, the contents of his cup yet to be touched, opting for other dishes instead.

Ieyasu only responded with a slight, “Hmph,” already busy with his favorite dessert.

The former’s response did nothing to dampen Tadatsugu’s mood, looking like a proud grandfather who had just married off one of his grandsons. “Well, it’s all thanks to the Miss, isn’t it?”

Tadakatsu laughed. “That’s right. No one knows me better than my wife.”

“I have to agree with that,” she said, her loving gaze meeting her husband’s.

Yasumasa frowned slightly, still confused as ever. “How did he even manage to ask her to marry him?”

“We’ll keep that our little secret, won’t we, my husband?” she answered in jest. Yasumasa’s question brought back pleasant memories of the recent past, of the times that led her to this moment.

After their passionate confession and parting, it took three months before the Tokugawa came back to Owari. She sat under a peach tree, the very same one where they met each other officially, to read a book. She flipped it open to one of her most favorite tales, Tanabata. Before she even had the chance to begin, large palms obstructed her field of vision. “I knew I’d find you here. Guess who.”

A smile lit up her face. She would never forget that voice, nor that scent, nor the feel of those hands on her skin. “Hey! What are you doing? Pervert!”

He leaned closer. “Only for you, Milady,” his breath tickled her ear as he spoke. He uncovered her eyes and within seconds, she turned around and flung her arms around him.

“I didn’t know you were coming today,” she murmured, her words muffled by his chest.

“It’s not a surprise if I tell you, you know?” He ran his hand up and down the back of her hair. “You didn’t respond to my letters. Every second of the trip from Mikawa to Owari was pure torture to me, did you know? You’re so cruel, making me worry like that.”

She hummed, a hidden smile gracing her lips. “You love that, though.”

“I love everything about you,” he stated easily. “But have you read them?”

“Yes.”

“You know how I feel?”

“Yes.”

“You still feel the same way?”

“Yes.”

“May I kiss you now?”

There was only one response to that question.

It turned out that Tadakatsu was in Owari in preparation for war. The both of them became busy with their respective duties, but they still made time to see each other, their days incomplete if they were not given the chance to be in each other’s presence, even just for a short while. The night before the samurai departed, she asked Tadakatsu to meet her in the garden for the reason that she had something important to say.

She had been pacing back and forth by the time he arrived. He gave her a comforting hug immediately, already knowing that the upcoming war was the reason for her distraught. The moment she calmed down, he let go of her and asked what she wanted to say.

“Hold on,” she asked him. Then, she bent down and picked up a small box which had gone unnoticed by him from the moment of his arrival. She set it on his hands and gestured for him to open it.

“These are…”

“My letters to you, Tadakatsu. I responded every single one you wrote to me.”

He took her hand and led her to the pond, where the koi fish swam without a care in the world. They sat on a nearby bench where a lantern was lit. Tadakatsu unfolded the sheets of parchment one by one, his handsome face calm, and an occasional chuckle at a remark she wrote in passing. When he was finished, he carefully folded them, tucked them back to the box, and turned to her. He took her in his arms for the second time that night and pressed a gentle kiss on her forehead.

War broke out soon afterwards. She sent him off by the gates with a smile, aware of how much of a force he was to be reckoned with, in war and in everything. He wrote to her, still, and this time she wrote to him back with courage, sending her affection through the paper and ink. She knew of their victory, and of the moment their forces would come back to Kiyosu. She awaited him by the gates with the same smile, calm and pleased of his return after a long, long time.

Tadakatsu survived another war with no critical injuries, not a single drop of his blood shed on the battlefield once more. “I told you I’d be back soon.”

“I never doubted it.”

Months and months of back and forth heartfelt letters. Spontaneous rendezvous. Distance that made hearts grow fonder. It was never easy. But to them, it was worth it. It was worth everything.

And then, it was summer again.

In a season when days were long and nights were short, they made the most out of the time and the sweltering heat of their passion. In the privacy of their respective rooms, the two of them had no reason to hide themselves and bundle up their feelings. Their affections were out in the open, laid bare, basking in the glow of the bond and intimacy they shared.

She sat on a desk in the middle of her room, his bright green robes, colors reminiscent of leaves in the garden, draped over her bare skin. Her short stature towered over his kneeled form. Tadakatsu, his lovely sunkissed skin revealed to her in its entirety, beads of sweat dripping down his muscular body. In that moment, she felt as if she were Orihime looking upon her lover, Hikoboshi, from the skies and wanting nothing more than to be with him. Except she was no princess and her lover was no cowherd.

“Look at you, Tadakatsu. Are you not the Lord of the Honda Clan? Why are you on your knees for a mere kitchen wench like me?”

Her words ignited a fire in his blood. Oh, how she knew it. But that night, it was not the trance state of pleasure her ruthlessly blunt words evoked in him that she saw in his eyes. Instead, it was a fierce determination that was nothing like she had ever seen before. He uttered the words she least expected to hear in the least likeliest of the situations.

“I, Honda Heihachiro Tadakatsu, ask for your hand in marriage. Be my Lady Honda, please.”

Tadakatsu bent down in a formal bow and sat straight as he did on that day their eyes first met. “I love you,” he said. He had been the first to express his feelings, never been one to hold back from saying them out loud. It suited him, being outspoken. She loved that about him, among many other qualities of his persona.

“I love you, too,” she replied without any misgivings, already past the stage of bashfulness in terms of her affections. “I… Are you sure?”

“I’ve never been more certain of anything in my entire life.”

She should have known from the moment their eyes met during that fateful day when she served him tea how much of a trouble he would be in her life. Her trouble, who she so loved and loved her in return, who she would spend the rest of her life with.

“Yes, it would be my honor.” She stood and walked closer to him, kneeling down and bowing to him in return.

“Come here.” The moment she straightened up, he took her in his arms, strong as sturdiest tree in the land. There was no place she would rather be.

They made nothing but love that night. It was always passionate with the two of them. Since her appearance in his life, no one else came close to stirring the desire that burned within him as it did to her. With him, she discovered not only her preferences, but also the extent of her ardor that she would never would have even thought was even possible. Still, that night was even more special than the previous, maybe even more than the first. Two hearts beat as one in every sense of the word and sunrise loomed over the horizon.

News of their betrothal traveled fast. Some of the retainers from Mikawa had already been introduced to her. It seemed she had nothing to worry about as Tadakatsu had already asked for Ieyasu’s permission for their marriage, who in turn had to discuss it with her liege lord, Nobunaga. She wondered how that went as she prepared the ingredients for dinner, one of the final meals she would cook for the Oda Clan.

Umeko, who had volunteered to help her that night, unexpectedly asked her, “Are you sure of your choice?”

“I’ve never been more certain of anything in my entire life.” She smiled at her friend, truly happy. “I love him.”

“Oh, I am so happy for you! I knew it! I knew it from the day I saw you undressing him with your eyes!”

The next thing she knew, she was in a palanquin on the way to Kyoto, where Tadakatsu asked her mother and Yahiko formally for her hand in marriage. Afterwards, they were off to Mikawa, including her family. She and Tadakatsu declared their love in front of the most special people in their lives, their destinies intertwined from that day onwards.

As they bid the last of their guests goodbye, Tadakatsu shifted his gaze to her, his fervent wish, his dream personified, his wife. In his lifetime, Tadakatsu longed to meet an opponent who would crush him thoroughly. He met his match in the form of the goddess who stood beside him, whose existence never failed to be the fresh air in the turbulent world they lived in. He reached out and held her hand. She held tighter, over the clouds at the reality that they are finally wed; the Lord and Lady of the Honda Clan.

It was nothing but pure bliss the morning after their big day. They woke up in each others arms as husband and wife for the very first time. Beyond the sliding doors of their chambers was a garden where hydrangeas bloomed and with them, the melody of the cuckoo’s song marked the solstice of forever of what once was thought as a fleeting memory of a summer love.

As usual, this work was beta read by @photoproses! I like to think that there is more to Tadakatsu than the comical masochism often depicted in the game. 🐻

🎐☀️ This has been the summer chapter of my Four Seasons series. Thanks for reading! 🎋🌦️

春夏秋冬 | Shunkashūtō [AO3]

lit. spring, summer, autumn, winter

春 || Heartstrings (Tokugawa Ieyasu/MC)

夏 || Sunkissed (Honda Tadakatsu/MC)

秋 || Crossroads (Sakakibara Yasumasa/MC)

| 秋 | Destiny [Crossroads Alternate Ending]

冬 || ???

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Strange Magic - Chapter 1

Still not quite sure how this finishes but I’ve got no self-control apparently so here you go

A new multi-chapter story! Canonverse, directly after Frozen Fever, which for my purposes here takes place on the summer solstice eleven months after the main film. My story my rules.

Rated T and this chapter is pretty long but don’t get used to it, let’s go

Chapter One

The morning after her birthday Anna woke late. She'd been up half the night with Elsa, of course; although Elsa had mainly been sleeping, and Anna herself had been curled up in the chair by the bed, or after a while, asleep on top of the blankets on the other side of the bed. She'd been persuaded to go down to the party for a little while, and it had been fun! But she'd felt guilty and worried and after less than an hour she'd gone back upstairs.

At some point she vaguely remembered being carried back to her own bed. That must have been Kristoff. Yes, definitely Kristoff; she'd rested her head on his shoulder and made a vague protest, but he'd carried her away and into her room, and then someone had undressed her (that definitely HADN'T been Kristoff, more's the pity) and put her to bed. And now here she was.

She was starting to feel bad for Kristoff. She knew he'd spent all day helping set up her party, and most of it trying to protect her cake from the little snowmen that had been running around everywhere. She knew that last night he'd even had to trek all the way up the North Mountain with Sven and Olaf to to get all the little snowmen out of the way. Her initial worry over Elsa now past - it really was just a cold, and with some rest and care she'd be fine very soon - she was starting to get a little disgruntled about missing a big chunk of her first real birthday party.

There's always next year, she thought. But that was a whole year away! And it was only, oh, eleven in the morning on the day after her birthday. Eleven already! She should get up.

So Anna hauled herself out of bed, and rang for breakfast, and by the time the tray arrived she was dressed and brushing her hair. Her maid Birgitta, who brought the tray and made her bed, said that Queen Elsa was still in bed but looking a lot brighter and would probably be up later; but she had asked not to be disturbed for the present. So what did Anna do now?

Kristoff. She needed to talk to him. They'd only had a chance for a few snatched words since - well. She needed to talk to him and she needed to do it in private. There were so many things she wanted to say, and she wanted to hear what he had to say without interruptions. Now she just had to find him.

He wasn't in his room, but that was to be expected at this time of day. Kristoff always rose with the dawn; she hoped that he hadn't already headed back out of the city, if he had, she wouldn't be able to find him today. But if he wasn't inside (and it was a beautiful sunny day, surely anyone who had a choice wouldn't be inside) then that was the likeliest place for him to have gone.

She was wrong, though; the next place she checked was the stables, and there he was, brushing down Sven. His face lit up when he saw her, and then he looked a bit embarrassed. He coughed and greeted her. "Good morning. If it still is morning."

"Just about, I think. How are you?"

"I'm good. Didn't get enough sleep, but I'm good. You?"

"I got LOTS of sleep, this morning, anyway."

He smiled. "I'm glad. How's your sister?"

"I haven't seen her - a bit better, they said? But she doesn't want me, or anyone, and I wanted to find you, so. Here I am. I thought you'd be gone by now."

"No, not yet." He carried on brushing. Anna sat on an upturned box and watched him.

"So you don't have any plans for today?" Kristoff said after a minute.

"No. Well, if you're not busy, I thought we could..."

"We could what?"

"I don't know, go somewhere? Just the two of us? Talk about...some things."

"That sounds - good. Hang on, I have an idea."

"What?"

"No, let me think about it."

She sat in silence and watched him. The day was so warm that he'd changed back into his shorter-sleeved shirt. She could have sat and watched him for hours.

"Okay," he said after a short while. "I'm going to sort some things out, okay? You stay here."

"In a stable? By myself?"

"I won't be long. Keep Sven company."

"But where are we going?"

"Just for a drive. But I need to get some things."

"A picnic?"

"Maybe. Stay here."

He was gone for maybe quarter of an hour. Anna talked to Sven, who was always happy to see her, and then wandered down to where the sled was stored. It was already on its summer wheelbase, and she found a rag and wiped down the seats neatly. It was then that Kristoff appeared, with a hamper.

"I knew it was a picnic!"

"It might not be. It might be anything." He heaved the hamper into the back of the sled. "It might be - puppies."

"Then you shouldn't keep them shut up in a basket."

"Okay, maybe not puppies." He left for a second, then returned with a pile of blankets and put those in the sled as well. "Let me get Sven. You go out into the yard so I can move this about without worrying about hitting you. Go on, off with you."

"Is that how you talk to a princess?" she teased.

"Sounds like it, but then, I don’t know many. Go on, I'll be through in a minute."

She waited in the yard. It really was a glorious day, and for a guilty minute she felt glad that Elsa hadn't wanted to see her. Anna hoped she wouldn't get ill herself - if I do I'll go straight to bed, she told herself. I won't go jumping about worrying people. I'll go to bed and have everyone wait on me instead, ha.

True to his word, Kristoff wasn’t long. He had Sven hitched up and the sled pointing the right way, and he jumped down to hand her up to the seat. “Your highness,” he murmured as he took her hand, bowing as she sat.

“That’s better,” Anna said calmly, then when he climbed up and sat next to her she caught his eye and burst into giggles. He smiled at her, then turned back to what he was doing; the streets round the castle were busy and he had to keep tight control of Sven and the wagon. Once they were out of the city gates, the guards tipping their hats at them as they went past, he could relax and leave just one hand on the reins. Anna took the other and held it in her lap.

“At least the guards saw us,” Kristoff said. “I’m always a bit concerned that you never tell anyone where you’re going.”

“Oh, they could find me if they wanted to. They’ll know I’m with you.”

“And I’m still not sure why they let you go gallivanting all over the country without a chaperone.”

“Because it doesn’t seem to have occurred to anyone that I should have one, so don’t you dare even mention the word. Anyway, if I didn’t go gallivanting all over the country without a chaperone we never would have met in the first place.”

“Well, that’s true.”

He had taken the main road up into the mountains. At first they saw a fair amount of other traffic, coming and going from Arendelle, but after a while it got quieter and quieter. Soon it had been several minutes since they saw another wagon or horse and rider. It was then that Kristoff said, “Actually, I wanted to apologise to you.”

“To me? Why?”

“Because, I…” he hesitated, looking at the road ahead. “I put you on the spot. I embarrassed you, in front of everybody. I shouldn’t have done that, it should have been a - private moment.”

“Oh, that! I didn’t mind! It was wonderful!”

“Really?”

“Yes! I just felt bad because I didn’t get a chance to talk to you after, stuff happened and Elsa and, you know.”

“I know. Not your fault.”

“But that’s why I wanted to talk to you today. To make sure that you knew.” She pulled on his hand until he turned to face her, letting Sven keep on plodding along unimpeded. “That I love you too.”

“I knew,” he said quietly. “But thank you.”

She leant up to kiss him but the wagon jolted over a pothole and Kristoff hurriedly picked up both reins again. “Sorry - shall we find somewhere to stop? I know a good place, a bit further on.”

“Somewhere quiet,” Anna said. “A bit - private.”

“Oh?”

“So we can talk.”

“Mm-hmm. A little bit further on, then.”

After another quarter of a mile he drove them off the main road and down a side track. It was bumpy but Anna never minded that. A bit further, and the track petered out altogether and they were driving straight through the forest; and then suddenly the trees ended, and they were at the edge of a small meadow, on the side of the mountain. A small stream flowed down one side, the clear water sparkling in the sun. Kristoff drove them over to a flat area to one side and helped Anna down. She explored a little while he unhitched Sven and made everything safe.

The meadow was full of flowers and grasses. Bees buzzed among the petals. After a few minutes she found an area where someone had made a fire, with the grass a little flattened down around it; sitting, she saw that it had a perfect view out over the valley.

“How did you find this place?” she said when Kristoff joined her. He shrugged.

“I like to explore. But I know this side of the mountain pretty well. I’ve never seen anyone else come through here, though. It’s as private as anywhere you’ll find up here.” He went back to the wagon and fetched the hamper and the blankets, laying them out neatly on the ground.

“Are you hungry?”

“I only just had breakfast before we came out.”

“Of course you did.”

“But you can eat if you want.”

“No, I’ll wait. Let me show you around.”

They walked around the little meadow, hand in hand. It really was lovely on this sunny June day. Sven had a drink from the stream and then relaxed in the shade of the trees. Anna sat on a rock to take off her boots and stockings, then paddled in the stream; the water was cool and refreshing on her toes. After a couple of minutes Kristoff took off his boots and socks as well and joined her. They walked along to where the stream disappeared, dropping down through the rocks, towards the river in the valley. He kissed her, then, standing on the mountainside; completely secluded, completely in view of the whole of Arendelle.

“I love you,” he said quietly when they parted.

“I know,” she said. “Everyone does.” He pulled a face.

“I love you too,” she said, more seriously. And pulled his head down to kiss her again.

They walked back to their picnic spot barefoot. Kristoff had left the hamper in the shade, and he opened it without letting Anna see inside. First he took out a flask and put it to cool in the stream. Then he made her a plate of cheese, ham, the sweet rolls that he knew were her favourite, strawberries and raspberries.

They ate. Everything was delicious, as it always was when eating outside. When they had finished, Kristoff fetched the flask from the stream and poured her a cup of wine.

“Do they know you brought this?”

“Yes, ‘they’ gave it to me. Gerda did. And there’s only enough for a cup each so I shouldn’t have to carry you home. She said happy birthday.”

“It’s not my birthday.”

“It sort of still is. And hang on.” He rummaged in the hamper again and produced two pieces of cake, the chocolate birthday cake from the day before. “Since neither of us actually got any, yesterday. I spent all day keeping that cake safe for you and then you didn’t even eat any.”

“Oh! Thank you! I wanted to, but…”

“I know. They’ve saved you plenty, anyway. Don’t drink that too quickly or you’ll get me in trouble.”

“Get Gerda in trouble.”

“And that.”

“I feel completely happy and at peace with the world,” Anna said drowsily ten minutes later, having finished her cake and her drink and laid down flat on her back. The sun was so warm, the sky was so blue, her boyfriend was washing the plates in the stream while she lay here. What, actually, could be better?

“Good,” Kristoff said, returning and repacking the hamper. “That’s what I was aiming for.” He sat next to her and smiled down at her.

“Do we have to go back?”

“Not for a bit.”

“Good. Come here.”

He hesitated, then laid down next to her and put out an arm so she could rest her head on his shoulder. She looked over at him and smiled. He smiled back, then a cloud passed briefly over his face.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong. Everything is fine.” He reached out and stroked her hair back from her face.

“You looked sad.”

“I’m not sad, I - I’m just happy. And sometimes when I’m happy, I feel like - it can’t last.”

“You can’t think like that.”

“I know. I’m sorry. I’m happy.”

He was so close. Anna knew part of the reason she got away with going out with a man, without a chaperone, was that Elsa trusted Kristoff - trusted him, in this respect, more than she did Anna. He would kiss her and hold her but he never did anything more, never pushed for anything more. If she sat on his lap he would put one arm around her, but only loosely. Kisses only lasted a short while. She had never been lying down in his arms like this before.

And she understood why, and she didn't blame him; throughout their relationship, he was the one who would suffer most if there were any rumours of impropriety. He was the one who had to be careful. But they were alone, now; and they loved each other; and she was nineteen, which was almost as grown-up as it was possible to be; and it was almost a year since that first kiss. Surely it was time for a little bit more.

The bit of hair blew across her face again and she tried to blow it out of the way. As she'd hoped, he reached out and pushed it back, then left his hand gently cupping the side of her face. She leant up and kissed him, softly, on the lips. Nice.

Anna slid her own arm up and onto his chest. He was only wearing a linen shirt and she could feel the warmth of his skin, feel his heartbeat. She kissed him again, moving her hand further up to the back of his neck, tangling her fingers in his hair.

This time the kiss didn't end as it usually did. It kept on happening, and Anna found herself wriggling further up and slightly out of Kristoff's embrace so that she could press her lips more firmly to his. Then he surprised her completely by turning onto his side, drawing her against him with his arm, cupping the back of her head with his other hand.

With his chest pressed against hers she could feel the crystal that he wore around his neck on a string. It felt warmer than it should, even considering the heat of the sun and of their bodies.

It's just kissing, she told herself. He's kissed you so many times before, and held you so many times before - but this was different. She felt it all through her body, all the way down to her toes. There was a want that she couldn't understand, but somehow her body knew what to do, pressing against his and trying to wrap herself around him.

It wasn't until she lifted her leg and slung it over his hip that Kristoff pulled away from her. He was breathing hard and Anna realised that she was, too. He tried to put her away from him but she clung, her foot still hooked round his leg, her hand on his neck. "Anna," he said, and he sounded almost hoarse. She squirmed, squeezing her legs together, not even knowing why. This, this was what she wanted, and she hadn't known. Had he?

"Anna, we can't -" he stopped and then started again. "Anna, we mustn't."

"Mustn't what?" she replied. "We're just - kissing."

"You know what I mean. We mustn't take it any further."

Anna pouted and tried to pull him back to her, but he was stronger and held her in place, a hands-breadth away. "I should take you home," he said. He kissed her once more, gently, then he sat up.

The day was still warm but Anna felt suddenly cold where she could no longer feel his body heat. Tears pricked at her eyes. "You were right," she said petulantly. "I was happy before but it didn't last."

"Anna! Come on." He sounded exasperated. "You know this as well as I do. It's not that I don't want to - but -"

"You don't want to. You don't want to - ruin me. Like I'm a THING."

She knew she was being stupid and childish but she didn't care. Suddenly she was upset and bitter about the missed party yesterday, the missed opportunities this afternoon. She sat up and folded her arms. "It's been nearly a year, Kristoff. If not now, when?"

"When we're married."

His words shocked both of them. They gaped at each other. After a moment Anna found her voice.

"Are you asking?"

"I - I don't know."

Anna looked away, then at her hands. A little voice in her head reminded her that he was right, if they wanted to do - things like that - then they had to get married. He'd said when we're married, though. When. Not if.

Kristoff stood, and took a few steps away from her. She watched his back. Then suddenly he turned round and said "I mean, do you - will you? Not just because of that - but -"

"I..."

"Or we can forget it. It's not important. I mean, it's not important today. Another time."

"Yes."

He nodded, thinking at first that she was agreeing that they would discuss it at a later date. Then he froze. "Yes? Yes you will?"

“Yes. Yes, I’ll marry you.”

He pulled her to his feet and into his arms. She buried her head in his chest; then she kissed him. “Let’s go back,” she said. “Let’s go back and tell everybody.”

“Okay.” He kissed her again. “Let me pack up.”

Anna sat and pulled her stockings and boots back on. Kristoff loaded the hamper and blankets into the sled, and hitched up Sven. They kept looking at each other and grinning.

“So, when?” Anna said once they were moving back down the mountain. “When do you want to get married?”

“I...hadn’t thought that far ahead. Spring, isn’t that when people get married?”

“It’s only just summer now. Solstice yesterday. So if we wait for the spring, that’s the equinox, that’s three-quarters of a year.”

“This summer is too soon.”

“Probably. But you can get married in the autumn and winter, you know.”

“But won’t you have guests and things to come? They can’t do that in winter.”

“I know, but….I don’t want to wait that long.” She snuggled up against his arm.

---

As they bumped through the forest back to the road, Kristoff said “Anna, I’ve been thinking.”

“Yes?”

“Can we really just - tell everybody? Don’t I have to talk to your sister and officially ask for your hand and everything? I mean, I’ve got the impression she’ll say yes, but shouldn’t I do it properly?”

“Of course she’ll say yes, she likes you, if she didn’t she’d have said something before now, but…” Anna sighed. “You’re right. You should ask her first. Before we make an announcement, anyway.”

“It’s okay. I’ll do it straight away - except,” he remembered, “she’s not well. I won’t be able to speak to her today.”

“No, you won’t, most likely. I’ll see her, though, so I could say something?”

“I think I should ask.”

“Well - I’ll tell her you need to speak to her about something important.”

“Okay.”

The journey down the mountain was not as easy as the journey up it. They were barely onto the main road before a rabbit running across the road made Sven jump and lurch to the side, then something went crack and the sled slipped almost completely off the wagon base. Anna grabbed Kristoff’s arm so hard he nearly let go of the reins, not that they were much use with the sled pointing sideways and nearly on the ground.

Once she was sure they had stopped moving, Anna jumped down and ran round to calm Sven. Kristoff climbed round and tried to see what had happened. “Are you alright?” he called over.

“I'm fine,” she replied, stroking Sven's nose. “Is it bad?”

“No, it can be fixed - I'm not sure if I can do it here, though.” He sighed. “I can't see properly until I get the sled off, and while I could probably do that, if I can't fix it here I'll never get it back up again and home. Not that I can get it home like it is now.” His jaw ached with the effort of not swearing in front of the princess.

“So I'll go and get help,” Anna said. “You stay here with the sled, I'll ride Sven home and bring some men back with some tools and things.”

Kristoff sighed. “Okay,” he said. “Let me unhitch him and get the sled all the way down, first, so I can see what the problem is. I'll need him to pull it, too. Then we'll wait for you.”

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Chapter 5 Deleted Scene - Boy’s First Locker Room

Life is busy right now. Some parts of the business you will draw content from; others not so much. The stuff you won’t get content from is what’s most immediate, and so I present to you content until I can make more.

This is yet another deleted scene from Chapter 5 of The Old World’s Future, this one coming from the sixth draft. I am currently chugging away at editing to create the seventh and final draft, but I’ve known this scene was going to be cut for awhile. Fortunately for you and unfortunately for me, I didn’t know it far enough in advance to not make an edited image for it -- so this one comes with an image! And cause I know there’s a chance that someone will ask... yes, they are wearing clothes. The sprites simply work best from the waist up. I’m not about to sexualize my boys and hopefully nobody else will try either.

This is meant to be a bonding scene between Koichi and Phoenix together; I hoped to play it to a comedic/bonding idea. It didn’t come out as I’d hoped across several versions and just generally didn’t add enough to the chapter itself, thus it was cut for time. Hopefully you can enjoy it anyway!

Is there a proper way to introduce someone to the locker room, if they’ve never been in one before?

Please note that this question, is in fact rhetorical, because as far as I’m concerned there isn’t. There was no comfortable way for me to parade Phoenix into the locker room for the first time. But regardless of how well I knew that, I still had to do it. Hell, while I was doing it, I had the urge to hold on to his hand as if he were my son or something. The terror-filled world of the boys’ locker room would never be something I could protect sweet, innocent Phoenix from. We were both simply forced to dive straight in, and do our best to get the hell out of there as fast as possible.

Still, that didn’t stop me from at least trying to give him a warning. Right as I placed my hand on the door handle, I turned back to look at him. Though I tried not to look concerned, my brows were furrowed. I pushed myself to smile a little. By that point, the idea of it was kind of moot. Based off the concern written all over his face, he already wasn’t convinced.

“While we're here, it’s probably best to just try and get through it as quickly as possible. The boys’ locker room tends to be a bit… rambunctious. You’ve never really been in one before, so it’s probably best if you just try to stick with me. Stay out of trouble and all that, you know?” I offered, trying to be encouraging. Looking back at my soon-to-be friend, I couldn’t tell if it was working. He nodded to let me know that he did understand what I said, but the way he bit his lip made me less sure. The question that came after made me even less comfortable with trying to take him there.

“Pardon me, Naegi-san, but I do have one question to ask before we enter…”

Thoughtfully, I turned to him.

“What’s that?”

“What exactly is it that we are supposed to be doing, in the locker room? I was under the impression we were meant to be changing in to our physical education clothes… for the activity? Was I wrong in thinking that?”

Oh no, I thought, he’s even more innocent than I thought he’d be. Even with all of the Japanese dramas Natsumi had claimed he was “obsessed with”, Phoenix did not actually have a concept of a locker room. He must have thought we were changing in the bathroom or something, like one would if they weren’t a rowdy high school student. Man, was I about to drop the bomb on him.

“Ummm… sort of,” I fumbled, trying to think of a good way to phrase it, “We are doing that, it’s just that… that’s what we’re doing in the locker room. It’s specifically a locker room meant for boys, because… well, because we all change in one big room together. It’s meant to be faster than waiting for a bathroom stall.”

Immediately a blush spread across Phoenix’s face, like he had just been told something irredeemably dirty. He almost seemed to take a few steps back, as if the news I had shared shocked him that much. I had tried my best to put it lightly. It was tough to know whether or not I had succeeded.

“All of the boys c-c-change out in… in the o-open? N-no privacy or… or a-anything?”

“I’m afraid not, but… It’s really not so bad, once you get used to it.”

“It feels like such an invasion of privacy!” He exclaimed, hiding his face in his hands. “I do not know how you could manage to change your clothes in front of other boys… I fear I will get self-conscious.”

I placed my hand on his shoulder. The hope was that maybe I’d comfort him a little, but who knew if that would come to fruition. I had been trying to not freak him out before, and look at how far that had gotten me.

“Trust me, nobody’s even looking at you. Everybody is more concerned with themselves than what your body looks like.” I assured him. Deciding to take a chance, I puffed up my best proudly to make a joke. “Plus, martial arts has helped me get some pretty decent muscle, so everybody will probably be focused on me than they are on you.”

I punctuated the end of my sentence with a wink, and successfully managed to make the parapsychologist snicker. Truth be told I did sort of have some decent muscles going, but they were nothing to write home about. It was more of something I said to help ease Phoenix in to the idea of changing in front of others, rather than being something that had some semblance of realness to it. I’ve never really been the type to brag about myself.

“Thank you for your words of comfort, Naegi-san… I suppose that changing in front of others shall be yet another aspect of Tokyo life that I must learn to adjust to.” My companion replied gratefully, using his middle finger to push up his thick-rimmed glasses. “So I imagine that I will have to grin and bear it as we go in.”

Mustering up the most genuine smile I could manage within that moment, I nodded and pulled on the door handle. The second I put my weight on the door and pushed it open, Phoenix and I were attacked by so many things that I had begun to associate clearly with the locker room experience. Just opening the door offered us a tasting plate of screaming, banging, the pungent scent of sweaty freshman boys, the additional pungent scent of too much cologne, and the nearly unbearable feeling of dread it brought all who entered. Knowing there was no way I could save him from this torture, I didn’t turn to look back at Phoenix. The poor thing was probably traumatized already, so instead I ushered him in as fast as I could.

“The sooner we get in, the sooner we get out.” I had assured him.

I kept my hand wrapped around his arm as we wandered in, wondering if this was how my mom felt having to parade around three kids. If it was, I decided that I’d immediately need to buy her a cake or something. It was a challenge to not feel overwhelmed just having to look after Phoenix. Imagine having three little kids running amok. My mom is like a freaking superhero or something… But I digress. Having to look after Phoenix simply made me nervous. I made my best attempts to help him dodge the roughhousing boys as we ventured further in, and eventually we found a spot where we could get changed comfortably. Practically the second I placed my gym bag down on the bench, I let out a sigh of relief.

“I must say, I have… never seen anything like this,” Phoenix confessed, glancing over at me as if to ask if it was always this way, “But I suppose I do see what you meant when you said that nobody would be interested in you and I. Everyone appears to be rather busy.”

“Yeah, they tend to do that. Best thing we can do now is to hurry and get changed so we can get out of here.”

With those words, I wasted no additional time prying my bag open and taking out my gym clothes. Before Phoenix had even placed his bag on the bench, I was pulling off my blazer and unbuttoning my shirt to just get everything off quickly. As I moved to undress myself, he seemed to observe me with this distinct look of surprise on his face… as well as redness that I don’t think he intended for.

“Something up?” I asked him, hoping maybe it would give him the hint to move along. Instead, his face only seemed to grow pinker once he noticed that I’d caught wind of him gawking at me. He rapidly averted his gaze. He hadn’t wanted me to know that he was watching me… but I could certainly see it. It had been written all over his face.

“No, I am alright, thank you. I am simply amazed by your speed.”

Pulling my shirt off my shoulders, I couldn’t help but laugh.

“Yeah, I’ve gotten pretty fast, I’ll admit. It’s an art that you will learn in time. Today, you learn… ummm… uh…”

I noticed an amused grin begin to creep its way across Phoenix’s face as he watched me struggle to find the words. I hoped it was more of a finds-me-charming grin than it was a thinks-I’m-a-moron grin.

“About bonding with our classmates via a scavenger hunt,” He supplied, “That’s what Ashikaga-sensei said, right?”

“Y-Yeah, right.” I said, pretending that I remembered. All I could actually remember from what our teacher said was that we were doing the activity in teams. Well, subdivisions, anyway.

The activity was supposed to be a class versus class scavenger hunt, in which Class 99-A would compete against Class 99-B. As a class we were supposed to use the clues we’d been given by our respective teachers to locate each item, and then bring it back to our final class meeting point. However, because our classes consisted of so many people, our teachers had decided to split us off in to subdivisions. Each subdivision was still a part of the class team, they’d just be assigned a specific chunk of clues that pertained to a specific chunk of items. This chunk would match up with one from the other class’ subdivision, too, so it’d still be a race to see who could find the item first.

If the whole thing sounds needlessly complicated, that’s because it was. But it was also a bonding experience that would solidify my relationships with my classmates, so I took it willingly. Especially considering that I honestly had a pretty solid subdivision. By some bizarre stroke of luck, Ashikaga-sensei had placed Phoenix, Natsumi, and I all in to the same subdivision. The only real downside to that was that we had another teammate, but even then, that seemed manageable. Sure, this fourth teammate was the Super High School Level Child Star, who had a reputation for being prissy and vain — but in comparison to worse things, it felt like a small price to pay. I mean, at least our fourth teammate wasn’t Asuga or something. Now that would have been a disaster and a half.

“I do not believe I have done a scavenger hunt of this caliber before,” Phoenix remarked to himself, “Natsumi and I used to do them together as children when our families would set them up, but it was never anything so… grand, I suppose.”

“Well, Hope’s Peak is known for being over the top. It was like that even before my dad became headmaster.” I snickered to myself, tugging my gym shirt out of my bag with a bit of a struggle. “There’s a lot you can get away with when you’re government-funded.”

My blond companion nodded, once again trying to avert his gaze. Honestly, I found the way he was avoiding me to be kind of cute. Like he had this intense need to respect me and my wishes, so he just wouldn’t look at me until I had finished changing. Talk about chivalry. Whatever girl snatched him up would be lucky indeed.

“That is true. I have heard many stories about the exciting endeavours of Hope’s Peak students.” He answered. His face held a soft sort of smile, once that disguised an emotion I had been unable to place at the time. In a way, it struck me as reflective, but at the same time it had a twinge of fondness to it. And considering all he was doing at that moment was looking around in his bag for his own t-shirt, I knew it couldn’t be because of what was going on around us.

So, doing my best to make him comfortable in this new place, I engaged him.

“Oh, you’ve heard stories?” I prodded, “Do you know any alumni on your island?”

But just as the words fell from my lips, Phoenix’s smile suddenly turned forlorn. Without thinking I found myself opening my mouth to speak, but I didn’t bother to push out any words. By the time I was prepared to, Phoenix’s gaze became locked completely on my own. This was the first time he had looked at me since we had made our way into the locker room. Wearing this dismal grin on his face, he turned to me and uttered some words that seemed so obvious at the time.

“Yes… I suppose you could say that they were… something like that, once upon a time. Quite a while ago…”

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carrietrekkie · 5 years

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Farewell

Hello!

I think the title say it all. In this part they say goodbye to Discovery, in the second part hello to Enterprise. And I´ll bring on a character I personally loved from the first second (beside Chris Pike).

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“You stay here !?" Tilly stared at me. Guiltily I looked aside, but met Michael's eyes. "This is…! I mean ...! "She dropped onto the sofa that belonged to my quarters. "I don´t know what I mean." "Cathrin, you'll be gone for almost five years." Burnham sat down too. Spock stood in another corner, which I found strange, but at least he saved his words. I grinned that we probably still had enough time to talk. I knew that Michael wanted to scare me, but she had to realize it would not work. "I know, but honestly, who should I miss but you?" I smiled at the two. "And you probably will not be on Discovery forever." "Five years ?!" Silvia stood up. "Five years!" "Not continuous, Ensign." Spock finally said something. "Five years!" Higher rank or no, she glared at the Vulcan, then at me again. "Do you know what can happen at this time?" "No, but I'm sure when I get back there's at least one Lieutenant Tilly standing in front of me." I smiled, taking the wind out of her sails a little. "Maybe under Captain Burnham." Now I turned to Michael. "Or Saru, or, or." "And what about you?" "Maybe I'm a paramedic by then." I shrugged. "Or a doctor, or I can find something completely different here." My gaze wandered out into the vastness of space. "It is said that there are infinity widths."

“What gave you that idea?" "Captain Pike offered it to me, I suppose, quite simply." Now that they had all the information, I expected that they would try to convince me otherwise. "Wow, that's crazy." Tilly started to laugh. "That's an incredible opportunity!" Michael beamed at me. Slowly I turned to Spock, who raised an eyebrow and I put that on the list of puzzles to solve for the next five years. "You are not angry?" I sat down too. "Why should we be angry?" "Are you kidding?"

"It somehow takes a different direction than I thought." I smiled at them. "Of course we'll miss you, but hey, we can write." Tilly jumped up now, as did Michael. "But how would it be we if we help you move now?" "Everything I have fits in two small suitcases." "What about your car?" I sighed. Right, my car was still in the shuttle hangar of the Discovery. Maybe there was a place here somewhere, until I finally knew what I wanted to do with it. "I'm getting it brought here." Spock came up to us. "I'm sure Chief Louvier will find a place for it." "Thanks Spock." "Never mind." "Okay, then I suggest we meet in your quarters on the Discovery. Shall we say in an hour? " "Sounds good."

So my friends and colleagues said goodbye and with the typical hiss of the door, I was alone in this, still very poor-looking quarters. Slowly I walked through the small living area into the bedroom, adjoining a bathroom. I guessed it had to be an officer's quarters. I would probably have to thank Number One for that. I went to the wardrobe, pulled it up and had to smile at the sight. There was a row of light blue uniform jackets, dresses, trousers, skirts, boots. I only had to organize civilian clothes. Finally something I must do. I stroke the fabric. It felt a little lighter than the one I was wearing. I took one of the jackets from the hanger, plus pants and boots. Then I undressed, put my old uniform neatly and stowed it in the closet. I slipped into the new clothes, closed the zipper and then looked at myself in the mirror. I looked different, but it felt right, and I wondered again, if I had been born two hundred years later, if I would have landed with Starfleet. Now it was official. I was no longer a member of the crew of Discovery, I now belonged to the Enterprise. I hoped she would become my family as well. I stroked my jacket, then left the quarters, hoping to find my way to the infirmary. Dr. Boyd would surely expected me.

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He talked fast and he kept going up and down uninterruptedly. But surprisingly, I got everything. I was probably not out of practice and doctors seemed to stay doctors, no matter how much time passed. Now Dr. Boyd, head physician on the Enterprise, stood and turned to me.

"You look less confused than I assumed." "That's a good thing, isn´t it?" I smiled at him. "I would say so." He leaned against his desk. "The captain was pretty impressed with what you did on Star Base 10." My mouth twitched slightly. "I did what everyone would have done."

"Everybody freaks out at some point, that varies depending on the amount of blood or body parts." Boyd pushed off again, I watched him go to a console. I liked him already. "How about the following suggestion?" He pulled a medical record from a drawer, typed a few commands, slid it into the console, and then turned back to me. "We are about four days on the way to Earth." It beep, he pulled the tray from the console and handed it to me. "Read this, join me in the next few days at work and before we go, we'll decide what to do with you." I reached for the tray, it showed the symbol of the Starfleet Academy, the training course for the paramedic. I smiled a little.

"Ask me if you don´t get something." "Yes, sir." He ran again and I took the opportunity to follow him. "Doctor." He glanced at me. "Not sir. That makes me feel older than I already am. Or Phillip, but only if I behave like a complete idiot. " "OK. Do you do that more often? " "They say so." He looked at his tray, then looked up and seemed surprised that I was still there. "Don´t you have anything else to do?" "I thought I should follow you?" "Not today." Boyd smiled at me. "Surely you have enough to do and your friends are definitely waiting for a goodbye." I almost forgot that. I swallowed slightly. "It'll be easier if you don´t put it off." He put a hand on my arm for a moment. "We will spend a lot of time together. Let's go. "He gave the whole thing a nod, so I thanked him with a smile and left the infirmary. I turned off somewhere wrong, because instead in one of the transporter rooms, I landed again on the bridge. "Oh, that seems somehow to be my thing today." "Back here?" Spock caught me. "You got lost." "Is there any plan from this boat here?" I made a movement that encompassed the whole ship. "Don´t let the captain hear that." He reprimanded me. "I'll give you a plan. Where do you want to go?" "Discovery." I turned back to the turbolift. "I have to pack a little something and say goodbye to my friends." "I bring you."

So he joined me in the turbolift and chose the appropriate deck, which I hope would keep in mind. And a few minutes later we were in the transporter room. "Thanks, Spock." I smiled at him. "I think we'll meet more often now?" "If you wish for that." "Uh, well, I thought because I live on this ship now and you live here." God, it sounded like I was going to hack him. "Forget what I said." "You are a friend of my sister, of course we will have to do with each other." He tilted his head slightly. "Maybe we will become friends too?" "You and me?" I went up to the platform. "I am a very emotional person." "That doesn´t have to be a bad thing." He stopped the transport process. "See you later." "Yes, see you later."

My confusion was still in place when I materialized on Discovery. Luckily there was only the transport chief, so I hurried to get into my quarters. I was late, Tilly and Michael would be here any moment. So I threw everything I found in my suitcase and hoped I wouldn´t forget anything. I was halfway through my rooms when there was a knock. "In."

The door opened and my girlfriends entered. The good mood of the hour before had disappeared, I already noticed that before they had entered correctly. "Please don´t." I looked at them. Michael was still in control, I wouldn´t have expected otherwise, but Tilly's eyes were slightly red and she was holding something. " I have to pull myself together anyway.” "I'm sorry, but I just realized what it means you leave." "Tilly." Burnham nudged her. "I just cannot stop." I didn´t know if I should find it sad or sweet, I got her a handkerchief and handed her. "Thanks." She somehow managed a smile. "When did you leave?" Michael looked at my suitcases. "All I have to do is check that I have everything and then my luggage will be taken away and when Pike says goodbye to you later, I'll say goodbye too." "Ohhh, that will come too." Tilly sniffed again. "Do I have to listen to this?" "Yes, you have to. You owe much to the captain." "Tribblepoo. Then I need more handkerchiefs. "She looked down briefly. "Oh, that's for you." "What's that?" I took the present, it was soft and pressed together. "You're alone on the Enterprise, well, not really, but it takes a while to make friends and that's why."

I tore open the paper, a light gray blanket fell out. "Tilly, that's yours." "Now it's yours." She grinned. "I expect you to bring it back to me somehow, someday." "I have nothing for you. For neither of you. " "You don´t need too." Michael grinned at me. "We just want you to come back, that's all." "I will do my best." "Okay, let's get ready for Pike's farewell. See you soon! "Burnham put his arm around Tilly and shoved her to the door. "See you soon!" They left and I became painfully aware that I wouldn´t see them for a long time. I had to distract myself, otherwise I started to cry. So I began to stuff the blanket in the suitcase, shut it and managed to close the closures. I quickly went around and was surprised that I had actually forgotten nothing, so I closed the two bags and then opened my communicator.

"Zimmer at Enterprise." "Here Transporter Room 4." "I had my luggage ready to beam." "Roger that. Quarters 2518? " "Exactly." As soon as I said that, a golden light caught the suitcases and a blink of an eye later, it had disappeared. "Your other piece of luggage was taken to the shuttle hangar and secured there." "Thank you." "Enterprise end." Slowly I closed the communicator, then I looked around in the now empty quarters. Although it had only been my home for a short time, I had only moved once and now twice in a very short time. "Take care Discovery." I took a deep breath. "It was interesting with you."

Then it rang at the door and I wondered if it was Tilly again. "Yes, please." The door opened and Captain Pike entered. He now wore his golden uniform and also in his eyes swung a little melancholy. Anyway he wriggled a smile as he looked at me. "Wow, you look great." I spread my arms and turned briefly. "It really suits you." "You too." I smiled back, yes, he looked damned good. "But I think the blue had something for itself." "Yes, me too." He looked around, then slowly started to walk around. "Ready to pack?" "I didn´t have much here. The Enterprise just beamed it over. "I looked at him, he looked sad. "What do you have?"

He sits down on the couch. "I didn´t think it would be so hard for me." "You will get your ship back." I sat next to him. "I thought you were happy." "I am, of course." He jumped up and started walking back and forth. "But I still feel like letting the crew down." "You don´t do that. It was clear it was just for this mission, wasn´t it? "I thought I remembered that Stamets had said something like that. "Yes, of course, but we've been through a lot." "You and the Enterprise crew are not?" Pike smiled at me. "I think nobody is mad at you here. I think you did more for the crew than you know. "I straightened up. "I don´t know all the details, but they had been through a lot before you took command." "Yes." He raised an eyebrow. "Thank you."

"I also believe, to those things belongs a bit melancholy. "I shrugged my eyebrows. "If nobody cries, then something goes wrong." He smiled, then offered his hand to me. I hesitated for a second, then grabbed it and let him help me off the sofa. He cocked his head to one side and sighed slightly. "I hope I'm not crying."

*******

Captain Pike was probably the only one who didn´t fight with tears when he said his farewell words on the bridge. "I want to thank you all. We've been through a lot together, skidded through many dangers, and I think I remember laughing from time to time. "He looked around at the officers on the bridge. I had joined Tilly and watched him speak his last words as Commander of Discovery. "I wish you all the best." Pike smiled in the round. "Your new captain is lucky and could be proud of you all. Every one of you has grown dear to me, despite the short and turbulent time, I will never forget what you all did for me. "He sighed slightly. "Take care of yourself." "You too Captain Pike." That came from Saru and after he had said that, the crew started to clap and the ranks broke up. Some stepped forward to say good-bye to him personally, so it seemed to me as I turned to meet Detmer and Owo. "Oh hello." I smiled at them. "We just wanted to say goodbye." Owo put an arm around me for a moment, which I replied, Detmer did the same. "I hope you find a new home on the Enterprise." "I hope so too." I was touched, I didn´t think I was so popular. "Take care of yourselves!" "You too." "Goodbye." I looked after them, followed by a few short handshakes, before Saru came up to me. "Commander." I nodded to him. "I wanted to thank you for always being so patient with me." "Cathrin, you have always been a good listener." He put a hand on my shoulder for a moment. "I wish you all the best." "Oh Saru." I put my hand on his, which was still on my shoulder. "I really will miss you." "I want to give that back." Then he went on. As long as the new captain was not on board, he was in command. I thought he deserved to be promoted to captain. I looked around the bridge one last time. Pike was exchanging a few words with Owosekun. On the other hand, all that remained for me was to prepare myself for the hardest farewell. I went to Michael and Silvia, who stood next to the turbolift.

"Now it's time." I sighed heavily, then pinched my lips. "You two are the best friends I could have found and you don´t even believe how hard it is for me." I blinked a few times. "I wish you all the best Cathrin." Michael grabbed my hand and I squeezed it. "I can only give that back." I reached out and closed mine on Tilly's. With her other, she wiped a few tears from her face. "I really want to tell you something nice, or something terribly profound or inspirational, but you see where that leads." She pointed to her face. "I'll just write it down and send it to you."

I laughed, then I pulled both of them over and put my arms around them, both returned it and so we stood there. Happy and sad at the same time. I closed my eyes for a moment and when I opened them again I saw Pike standing behind us. "I hate to bother, but we have to go." "Yes." I took a deep breath, then released them. "I'll miss you so terribly." I took a step back. "Who do you say that to?" Tilly glanced at Pike, opened her mouth, but immediately closed it again. "I'm curious how our paths cross again Ensign Tilly." Pike shook her hand and the already completely resolved Tilly shook it briefly. "I'm sure you will make your way." "Thanks Sir." "Michael." He nodded to her. The two had already talked, I knew that. "All the best Sir." She put an arm around Tilly and pulled her slightly to one side. "You too." Then he looked at me. "Can we?" "Yes." I returned it and we entered the turbolift.

"Captain Pike." Suddenly Saru stood with Burnham and Tilly. "Take good care of her!" Pike smiled, then nodded to the Kelpian and I waved to my friends before the doors closed.

"Transporter room four." Pike gave the order, then looked at me. "Well, nobody cried, so it was not so good?" I smiled weakly, then my feelings thwarted me. I was so determined not to cry, but now, in here and with the chaos in my head, I couldn´t help it longer. "No, it was wonderful." The rest went down in a sob and I put my hand over my mouth. "Oh hey, what's going on?" He teared his eyes and turned to me.

I sniffed aloud, that couldn´t look very elegant, then I looked at him. "Sorry." I wiped my face but that didn`t really make it any better. "It's just." Again I sniffed and suddenly I felt him put his arms around me and I returned it without hesitation, grateful to be able to hold me anywhere. "Don´t tell me you've changed your mind."

I smiled slightly, but he couldn´t see that. He held me so tight that I could feel his heartbeat and his heart beat fast. "No, I didn´t change my mind." Pike took a deep breath, he didn´t even bother to hide his relief. I pushed him away from me for a moment and grinned at him. "What about you?" "What should be with me?" "Do you already regret your offer?" The lift stopped, I released him. Chris hesitated for a moment, then joined me. "No, I don´t." He smiled broadly at me, catching the next tear that leaves my eyes with his thumb. "Everything okay?"

"All right." I followed him as he started to walk. "I was just torn all day and it seems that the point was reached where it wanted to get out." I closed up to him, then something struck me. I tapped the wet spot on his shoulder. "Sorry." "Barely noticeable." He winked at me.

I withdrew my hand as we reached the transporter room. At the entrance I had deposited a bag, strangely, had still found some that had to go with me. I just wanted to throw them over my shoulder when Pike took them from my hand. "I'll take it." "Thank you."

We nodded to the transporter officer, then we entered the platform. I turned slowly once more, then my eyes met Chris' again. I smiled, which he took as an opportunity to give the order for the transporter. "Energy."

Then the transporter carried us away from Discovery.

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Dedicated to one of the Doctors that accompanied me on my way. If you want, my Phil Boyd . I hope he found his “Haus am See” in heaven.

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Day 14: Arranged Marriage | Tokugawa Ieyasu

★ Ikemen Sengoku Fanfic ★ Tokugawa Ieyasu X OC Note: NSFW | AU Prompt List

[ Today was supposed to be Sirius’s prompt as per the list but because I realised it coincided with Ieyasu’s birthday and that Ieyasu’s prompt was the next day, why not do a swap? I’m sure Sirius won’t mind. Happy Birthday Ieyasu-kun! ]

I buttoned the cuffs of my white shirt and tousled my unruly hair. I eyed myself in the full length mirror and smiled, satisfied. Grabbing my jacket, I folded it over my arm and walked out of the room.

I nodded at my butler.

“I’ll be at the Oda Mansion today.”

“Looking sharp, sir. I hear there’ll be some interesting guests this evening.”

I shrugged.

“I don’t really care for the Uesugi.”

My butler chuckled and we walked side by side to the lift. He pressed the button and held the door for me as I stepped inside.

“Which car will you be using today, sir?”

I stuck my lip out.

“I’m not sure. We’ll see.”

“Have a good evening, Ieyasu-sama.”

He bowed and the door closed.

I walked over to the glass case and keyed in the code. The lock clicked and the glass popped open. I brushed my fingers lightly against the many hanging car keys. Hmm...

My fingers hovered over the Maserati GranCabrio MC. I pondered for a while and took the key off the hook.

When I walked into the dining hall, it was already bustling with guests. My eyes roamed the room and I smiled when I spotted her.

I repeated her name over and over in my head as I walk towards her. When I finally reached her, I breather her name.

She looked up and the smile she had disappeared. She looked down into her lap and I saw her twist her fingers. Huh?

I touched her shoulder.

“What’s wrong?” I asked, worry in my voice.

She shook her head, smiling weakly.

“Welcome, Ieyasu-kun.”

My eyebrows furrowed as I sat down.

“Why are you being so formal? Did I do something wrong?”

She shrugged my hand off her shoulder and I was stunned to silence. I didn’t even realise when Mitsunari took a seat beside me.

“Ieyasu-kun?” I felt a hand touch my shoulder. Huh?

I turned and Mitsunari’s smiling face greeted me.

“Oh. You.”

“Nice evening isn’t it? I hear the Odas have a very important announcement to make later.”

Hearing that, I arch an eyebrow and turned over to Vicki. She said nothing.

Mr Oda stood up and clinked his glass.

“Can I have everyone’s attention please?” He commanded with his deep voice.

The room went silent, all eyes on him.

He smiled.

“I’m sure many of you have heard of them but I would like to introduce Mr and Mrs Uesugi and their incredible son, Kenshin!”

Everybody applauded. Nobunaga and Vicki exchanged looks and it didn’t go unnoticed by me.

“As most of you might or might not know, this is a dinner we host every year for close friends and family alike. I’m proud to announce that very soon, the Oda and Uesugi families will be even closer, not just in business but also, as family.”

I glanced at Vicki and she had her head down. She was holding back tears. My heart tightened. I was about to reach out to her when I remembered where we were. I closed my fist frustratingly.

“Please, raise your glasses as we toast Kenshin and Vicki’s soon-to-be marriage!” Mr Oda said as he raised his champagne glass.

I saw Hideyoshi and Masamune share a look as they raised their glasses hesitantly. I felt like a fire had been lit within me. It burned with rage. I placed my hands firmly on my lap, refusing to raise my glass.

I looked up to see that Kenshin was staring impassively at me. I rolled my eyes before looking away.

As we moved to the living room after dinner, I grabbed her hand.

“We need to talk,” I whisper urgently.

She nodded and squeezed my hand. As we turned to the direction of her room, I hear a voice call out to us.

“Why are you holding my fiancee’s hand?” Kenshin asked, his voice like steel. He eyed me cooly.

I met his gaze with my own cold eyes, gripping onto her hand tighter.

“She’s mine.”

Kenshin’s eyes were lit with fury.

“What did you-” A hand on his shoulder stopped him. I let go of Vicki’s hand quickly.

“Ah, Kenshin-kun. There you are. Your father and I were just talking about the Uesugi Corporation and the Oda Enterprise’s new business plan. Would you care to join us?” Mr Oda asked.

Kenshin said nothing and Mr Oda’s gaze followed his to the both of us. Chuckling, he patted Kenshin’s shoulder.

“Not to worry, Kenshin-kun. Ieyasu-kun and Vicki have been friends since they were both 7 so they’re extremely close. Shall we go on ahead?”

Kenshin paused, as if wondering what to do before he nodded reluctantly. As they walked away, Mr Oda gave me a knowing look. I met his gaze. I won’t back down.

We both sat at the edge of the bed, silence surrounding us. I sighed.

“Was this why you looked so upset? You’re marrying that idiot?”

She nodded, slightly and a tear streaked down her cheek.

“I don’t want to marry him,” She says, her voice trembling. “I don’t love him.”

“You could have said no. You could have told him you loved me,” I didn’t bother hiding the anger in my voice.

She lifted her head and stared into my eyes.

“I did. I did, over and over and over again. My father cares too much about his company and his reputation. Nii-san tried to reason with him as well.”

I said nothing. I thought...

“Don’t ever doubt my love for you. I love you.” It was as if she read my mind.

I turned away, my cheeks hot.

“I won’t back down. I’ll ask for your hand,” I whisper. “I’m the only one for you.”

She cupped my cheek, turning it so that she could look at me.

“I love you,” She repeated.

I smiled and leaned in to take her lips. I wanted to kiss her slowly, to treasure the moment but my body told me otherwise. I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her close till we were chest to chest. Our kisses became more urgent and we pulled at each other’s clothes.

When we were both undressed, I pushed onto the bed gently and took her in.

“You’re beautiful,” I whispered, trailing my fingers down from her neck to her perfect breasts to her thighs. She shivered with pleasure, her eyes clouded with lust. I had to resist the urge to plunge my length inside her.

She pulled me to her, kissing me with the same urgency. I pulled away, turning my attention to her neck, nipping and sucking. I admired the hickey before I moved on to her breasts. I cupped her right breast and took her left in my mouth, rolling my tongue around her nipple. She cried out in pleasure, her mouth opened, panting. I smirked. She was crying for me, no one else.

I removed my mouth from her breast with a pop and continued on till I reached her core. My fingers lightly brushed her entrance. She was ready. I licked her core slowly, starting from the top. She moaned, not bothering to keep her voice low. Yes. Moan. For me.

I inserted my tongue into her entrance and she sighed, as I moved my tongue. She grabbed my hair, pushing me in further. I obliged, earning another delicious sound from her. I felt her tremble and removed my tongue immediately. Her eyes opened, filled with wanting.

“Ieyasu-kun...”

I smirked and hovered over her. I leaned into her ear and whispered.

“There’s only so far my tongue can go. I want you. Now.”

She nodded eagerly, sitting up slightly to meet my lips in a kiss. I positioned my tip at her entrance and slowly eased my way in. I felt her walls tighten against length and I growled. I started moving, slowly first for her to adjust before I started pounding her, hard. She wrapped her legs around my waist and I rolled my head back in bliss as I entered her deeper.

“Ieyasu-kun...” I felt her walls tremble. She was close.

I rocked harder.

“Come for me,” I say, my teeth gritted.

“Yes,” She cried repeatedly as she climaxed. My own orgasm came, soon after and I laid on top of her, spent.

I kissed the side of her lips and I felt her smile.

“Promise me you’ll fight for me,” She says.

I propped myself up with my elbow so that I could look into her beautiful brown eyes.

“I promise. I won’t let anyone have you. You’re mine.”

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whatdoesshedotothem · 3 years

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fine morning an hour looking over boot box and portmanteau etc. for clean linen etc. breakfast at 10 – A- to have her 1st sulphur vapour bath at 2 5/.. – at my writing at 11 ¼ - F6° at 10 am – looked over and added to A-��s letter to her sister at 12 ¼ had written as follows to Lady S- ’26 Dover street Monday morning 24 June at last, dearest Lady Stuart, I am escaped from Shibden – I long to see you, to think you for your kind letter, and to inquire after everybody, and to tell you my plans – if you are at home, when shall I drive over? we cannot leave London before the end of the week – I shall not hint at what it is in my head to do till I see you – Lady Stuart de R- was out of town yesterday, but was to return today, that I shall hop to hear of you before I see you – I shall congratulate you very much on Captain Stuarts’ intended marriage – nothing but rain since my arrival till just now that it is fine – I shall certainly write to dear Vere before leaving town – I fear Mr. Cameron is far from well – Adieu! dearest Lady Stuart – Believe me very truly and affectionately yours A. Lister’ ‘the Honourable Lady Stuart Richmond Park’ dawdling over 1 thing or other – the carriage came at 1 ½ - out and at no. 40 Dr. Green sulphur-vapour-baths at 1 55/.. – A- 18 minutes in the vapour bath – nervous about it at first but bore it very well – nice bath-woman – ordered a bath for noon everyday this week – I amused myself as I could while A- was undressing – in the bath, and dressing – looked into Dr. Greens’ manual on compendium (1 volume 8vo) of diseases of the skin – in and out to A- [?] have meaning to walk there and back in future as the woman said many ladies do, and as in fact sir B.B. meant A- to do when he said she should go into the bath warm, and walk 20 minutes before going into it – home at 2 ¾ - sent away the carriage to be back at 4 – in the meantime get out my business letters and papers but did nothing but look into handbook of Southern Germany and determine to go to Carys’ in the strand for telescope and compass and to Arnolds (strand, corner of Cecil street) for a watch – after 4 before we were out – bought telescope and compass as above paid for, but left them to have initials engraved and be sent here tomorrow morning – then to Arnolds’ – bought chronometer silver watch £20 to be sent here before 10am on Monday and then paid for – then home for A-‘s shawl – then to Egleys’ in Bond street and bought handbook of the North of Europe (published at 12/. paid 11/.) and brought 2 other works (3vols.) to look at (Egley very civil) and then drove to Regents’ park – got out and walked 12 minutes – then drove round the park and home at 7 – dinner at 7 5/.. or 7 10/.. and wrote the last 17 lines till now 8 ½ - on ½ sheet note paper wrote as follows ’26 Dover street Monday evening (24 June 1839) Dear Lady Gordon are you at home? – will you be visible tomorrow? and if yes, what is the earliest hour in the morning at which I may hope to find you chez vous? – if (which heaven forfend) you have a knew or any other articulation offended because of your gaiters, shall I see you en couche? Love to the girls- very much yours A. Lister’ – sent off the above note on envelope to ‘Lady Duff Gordon 34 Hertford street’ by George at 8 55/.. then till 10 reading aloud to A- first 62 pp. vol. 1 Captain Mignans’ winter journey to Koordistaun [Koordistan] – amusing enough – p. 24/312 Cossacks from the Schavonic word Koss, a scythe, because the peasants for want of arms went to war with their scythes and were called Scythemen – 24-26/312 at Novo Tcherkask capital of the Cossacks all cleanliness – excellent fish from the Don – and Donskoi wine excellent 2 roubles a bottle or 10 shillings a dozen – get this wine at St. Petersburg – 39/312 Vodki, an ardent spirit distilled from rye – Mr. Howards’ hotel at Moscow then sat reading and writing the last 8 lines till 11 – kind little note from Lady G- before 10 – will be ‘charmed’ to see me tomorrow between (anytime from) 11 to 3 – fine day – F65° at 12 ¼ tonight

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Doctor Who

(A mixture of 10/11/12 but you choose any Doctor you want.)

Why is it that the more fun a party looks, the less you actually have fun. It was my 25th birthday party and everyone was having so much fun but me, the birthday girl herself, I was sat by my self watching my friends and family dance and have fun to the music my now Ex boyfriend, but still friend, was playing as he was our Dj for the evening.

The club my mum had booked was packed with people, some I didn't actually know, who were here looking to celebrate my 25th year of being a human being on this tiny little uneventful planet.

I've seen so many places in my life that makes Earth look like a petting Zoo for 4 year old son. It's fun as long as you're never seen anything bigger, better and so much more amazing. One you have seen the places I have this little planet compared to others, it looks boring.

I know I sound like a broken record or i even sound crazy, but I've seen things, things that everybody here couldn't even dream of. I've traveled with the most amazing man in the whole history of this and every universe there ever was or will be. We've visited the past, present and the future of the planets and universes around us and I don't think I ever met a greater man than the Doctor.

He was funny, kind and smart. He was as mad as a hatter but in the best way possible and that was one of the things I loved most about him. No matter where or when we were he could make you feel at home and feel better when things got too much.

Over the music, I heard a voice pulling me out of my thoughts. "Come on Y/N it's your birthday, please have a little fun." My little brother shouted.

"I'm just taking a break. I'll be over in a minute." I replied, smiling up at him.

I then watched him as he walked over to my best friend and say something to her before she looked at me and made her way over.

"Y/N, let's go we are dancing." She ordered grabbing my arm and pulling me towards the dance floor just as Fall Out Boy immortals began to play.

"Come on I know you love this song." She called out to me. I smiled and started dancing with her. We mostly jumped about the dance floor, because I couldn't dance to save my life. I looked around weararly because I couldn't shake the feeling something was about to happen but I couldn't figure out what.

And then I heard it...A sound I've heard a million times before. My heart skipped a beat, because over the music, I heard the warpy sound of the TARDIS and if she was here that could only mean he was here too. I looked around looking for any sign of the blue box I had called home less than a year ago. Ok so not really home, but you know what I mean.

I looked like a right weirdo, stood in the middle of the dance floor in my little black dress and sneakers, looking around for something I was sure only I could hear. I decided to shrug it of and keep dancing, it was most likely just my imagination because I have heard the TARDIS so many times I the past year but I've not seen it.

I looked back at my best friend and stopped dead in my tracks. There stood in the conor of the room sat that TARDIS it was sticking out like a sore thumb and yet it looked so natural just sat there. I pulled my hand out of my best friends and ran straight over to it. I looked at if for a second, mostly deciding if it was real or not, before I walked over to the door. Just as my hand made contact with the hard blue wooden door I heard a voice behind me.

"She missed you, you know. Hasn't been the same since you left." He told me. I smiled and turned to see the Doctor stood there, hands in his pockets, smiling at me.

"Hi" I smiled at him, trying to hold in my excitement.

"Hi back" He smiled.

"You're here"

"Yeah, I think the TARDIS missed you." He laughed nodding towards the blue box behind me.

"Well I missed her." I replied, The smile on my face growing a little.

"Obviously I missed you too." He laughed stepping forward and pulling me into a hug.

"I missed you too" I mumbled into his jacket as I buried my face. I pulled away slightly after a minute or too and smiled up at him.

"So, what are you up to?" I asked.

"I had a message asking for help" He replied pulling out his psychic paper from his inside jacket pocket.

"Anyone I know?" I asked curiously.

"I don't think so" He laughed.

"Are you on your own?"

"Have been since you left. I was kinda wondering if maybe you wanted to come with me?" He offered catching the back of his neck.

"Will it be fun?" I questioned.

"Probably," The Doctor smiled walking to the TARDIS and leaning against the side.

"Dangerous?" I stepped closer.

"Most likely." He replied a hint of a smile on his face as he snapped his fingers and the door of the TARDIS swung open. I stepped closer again.

"Can I drive?" I inquired raising an eyebrow, genuinely curious.

"Absolutely not." He laughed shaking his head. "Not after last time."

"Can I change before we go?" I asked pointing at my dress.

"Your clothes are already waiting in the TARDIS" He smiled as he stood straight. "So, what do you say, you up for an adventure?" He asked holding his hand out. I turned to look at my family and took a second to watch as they all danced and sang along to the music, not even minding I wasn't with them.

I turned back to the Doctor and saw a sparkle in his eye, excitement and something else. I felt my heart skip a bear as I grabbed his hand and he pulled me closer to himself his nose almost touching mine. I smiled and nodded smirking up at him.

"Well, Doctor, Allons-y." I winked up at him making him laugh.

"FANTASTIC!" He shouted as he swiftly pulled me into the TARDIS and closed the door. The TARDIS began warping and swooshing as the Doctor set us off on our adventure.

I made my way to a huge wardrobe/closet type room and smiled at I saw a rail of clothes marked 'Y/N's Clothes'. I dug through the clothes hung up until I found something I had forgotten I had. All the clothes were bought for me when I was first brought along with the Doctor, by the Doctor and I sort of adapted a certain style when with him.

I undressed, then put on a blue skater dress, a silver belt and a pair of black tights and Blue Converse that had white laces and my name written along the sides, a gift from my mum a while back. I still had on a black bracelets from before as well as earrings. I then proceeded to add a silver ring that had a square one of blue stones surrounded by silver stones that the Doctor had given me on my last trip to space.

I pulled my hair out of its do and brushed it into some what controlled mess of curls which I then tamed with a beanie I had found. Happy with my look a grabbed a black blazer and slipped it on as I made my way back to the control room where the Doctor was waiting.

"Ah, good, there you are, I was afraid you had gotten lost." He smiled breathing a sigh of relief.

"I'm fine, The TARDIS would never let me get lost." I smiled as I placed my hand on the walls.

"No, you're right, she wouldn't, she would just keep you trapped so you'll never leave us again. I told you she hasn't been the same since you left. She's been very grumpy." He joked, well I hoped he was joking.

I smiled at him, a big cheesy smile. "I will tell you what, if at anytime, she feels like she needs me, all she has to do if call. I only left because...well it doesn't matter why I left, just know I am always up for a trip." I told him. The Doctor only smiled, pressing buttons and twisting things. We were only 'in the air' for a few minutes until the TARDIS came to a bumpy stop. "Ah we're here. Y/N, shall we." The Doctor said, grabbing my hand pulling me outside.

Outside a car flew over my head, just missing the Doctor and I by centimeters. "Holy time lord, that was close." I laughed, ducking as fast as I could, pulling the Doctor down with me.

"Yes well, we were in his way. We should...wait...did you just say, holy time lord?" He asked confused.

"Yeah, it kind of became somewhat of a habit if mine, confused the heck out of the folks back home." I confessed with a slight laugh.

"OK but 'holy time lord?" he asked again.

"Yes, like I said a habit, saying 'holy Doctor' or 'for the love of the Doctor' always sounded like I was asking for medical assistance, So I adapted them to 'holy time lord' and 'for the love of all things timey whimey' and for people who I grow to dislike I call them Darleks." I explained standing up and brushing the grass off of m butt.

"I like it" The Doctor shrugged, standing up next to me. "Year 3017, one thousand years from when we left." He informed me, raising his hands pointing to the location around us. "Happy 1025th birthday Y/N" he told me, wrapping his arms around my shoulders, hugging me from behind.

"You remembered my birthday?" I asked.

"Ofcourse, 1028 years ago today you were born, this is the one day I will never forget." He smiled.

"Thanks, I think."

"What are we doing here?" I asked turning my body around so I could see his face.

"I told you a friend of mine asked me to help. so here we are, come on." He said pulling me with him as he ran of towards what looked like a city. We ran for what seemed like ten minutes before we reached the crowded streets.

"Welcome to Blackpool my dear Y/N." He smiled at me.

"This is Blackpool?" I asked. "It looks so different, what happened to the beached, the hotels, Blackpool tower?"

"Well, about two hundred years ago the whole world erupted into a war and I didn't just mean a few countries, I mean the whole world. World war 6. the whole world irrupted into battle over the rights to..well it doesn't really matter why, but the war lasted 50 years and a lot of the world was destroyed, it took over 100 years to rebuild this planet and of course they made a few adjustments. the pleasure beach is now a planet/Space themed park and the Blackpool tower is now a satellite, helps the human race contact the other planets and galaxies." he explained, telling me the history of the town we stood in.

"Right, OK, but what happened to the beach?" I asked pointing to the ground beneath me.

"Oh that, the beaches went years ago, they just sort of evaporated /dried up killing everything that lived in it. Fish, dolphins even the plants. After a few decades the ground was strong enough to build on. you, right now are standing in you're favorite place in the whole world." He smiled at me.

I turned and looked around, not yet grasping the information. 1000 years ago from this moment in time, right here stood a pier, the north pier to be exact and right underneath it were steps that lead right down to the beach. I loved sitting underneath, away from the world. It was quiet and even if Blackpool was busy I could always shut out the sound. I was never really sure what I loved about it, I just did.

"My place, my spot under the pier, it's gone. Why do I feel as if I've just lost everything." I sighed sadly, looking up at the Doctor, as I sat on the ground.

"A lot had happened in that spot, your first kiss, it was here. you decided on those big life decisions." he reminded me, sitting beside me.

"It's were I met you." I smiled.

"Yes, that too." He laughed.

"Actually, other than the one time I was trying to decided my next step with college, all my 'big moments' involved you." I told him.

"Correct again."

"So if this is gone, it's like it all never happened." I told him, a tear sliding down my cheek.

"Hey, just because it's not here doesn't mean those things never happened." He smiled.

"Yeah, I know, I guess I just happened to go there sometimes, when I miss you." I sighed. Then I realized what I said, my eyes widened in shock before I began to stutter my words.

"I..I..I mean, I sometimes I feel lost and I don't know you found me the last time I felt lost and took me away. I feel...I don't know." I sighed.

"Y/N if I ask you a question will you answer it, truthfully?" He asked me. I nodded and smiled as he turned me towards him and looked at me in the eyes.

"Why did you leave?" He asked. I sat there quietly until he spoke again. "Was you not having fun anymore?"

I didn't want to answer, I felt that if he knew the truth he would take me home and never see me again.

"Was it something I did?" He asked sadness laced his voice and he looked as though he was fighting back tears. I looked back at him, tears in my eyes. I grabbed his face and made him look at me.

"What, no, Doctor you did nothing wrong at all, you were amazing, still are it's just I had to leave." I told him, my voice soft.

"Why did you leave me Y/N?" he sighed, leaning his face into my hands. "I needed you, I still do."

"I was warned by someone I met at the start of our adventure. They told me that you were a traveler, a lone traveler who occasionally took a companion. I was told to not get attached because before I knew it I would be left behind and you would have moved on." to told him.

"Out of all the companions I have had, the only one I never got over loosing was you. I never even tried to find anybody because nobody would ever come close to you." He smiled sadly.

"I had to go Doctor, I did the one thing I was told never to do." I cried, tears escaping my eyes and my hands shook as I pulled it away from the Doctors face. He grabbed it quickly and held it gently in his own.

"What was it?" He asked and I shook my head, I couldn't tell him. he would hate me for it.

"Y/N tell me, please?" he asked.

"I can't I'm sorry." I shook my head.

"Please, tell me." He pleaded. "What could be so bad that you had to leave me?"

"I FELL IN LOVE WITH YOU!" I shouted tears falling down my cheeks. "I fell in love with you and I didn't know how to stop." I whispered, giving in to his pleading.

"You fell in love with me?" He asked, his grip on my hand tightened just the slightest amount.

"I was told the one thing to never do was fall in love with you, they said, not to and I did just that." I cried. "I'm sorry Doctor I didn't mean too I'm so sorr..." I was cut off by the Doctor as he crashed his lips to mine. The kiss was urgent and filled with passion and love. His hands brushed my tear stained cheek and he smiled as I kissed back. he pulled away and softly placed his forehead against mine and smiled.

"I will be honest with you, I fell in love with you the day I met you. You were so lost and alone and I knew what it felt like and when you agreed to travel with me something clicked and I didn't feel so alone anymore and I felt happy for the first time in so very long. I loved you Y/N and I still love you know." He told me.

I smiled as he kissed me again. He stood up and he pulled me up with him. "Come on, let's go find something fun to do." He smiled as he pulled me into his said and walked us back to the TARDIS.

"Wait, what about your friend that needs your help?" I asked and we reached the door.

"OH about that, there never was a message on the Psychic paper, I just wanted to travel with you again and I figured if I had a rescue mission that sounded exciting you would come with me." He laughed nervously.

"You could have just said you wanted me to come with you." I told him as I kissed his cheek.

"Now, wheres the fun in that." He smiled as he entered the TARDIS.

"Come on beautiful, we have and adventure to go on." He smiled over at me. I walked over and stood by him.

"So are you back to stay?" He asked holding my hand again.

"For as long as you want me to." I answered and kissed him once again before he pulled away and started the TARDIS up.

"FANTASTIC!" he yelled as we set off on our way.

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#Doctor Who #11 #10 #12 #Matt Smith #david tennant #peter capaldi #Doctor Who Imagine

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