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celeste-clearwater-06 · 3 years

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hello. it is i. so! i was wondering if you could do a little ditty abt nail polish with the company and/or the fellowship? basically like modern girl in middle earth type stuff, and she realizes that she has nail polish on her which is something they totally don't have in middle earth. basically headcanons abt like how they would react to painted nails and which one of these mfs would let me paint their nails. cuz like - they dont know its just a "fem" thing here so no toxic masculinity. ty <3

OMFG I'M SO HYPED FOR THIS! I just picked a few random Tolkien characters that seem to have a lot of attention, so I hope you like this!!

Nail Polish (LOTR/THE HOBBIT X READER)

Frodo~

I feel like Frodo would be very skeptical at first

Because, come on, a girl falling into Middle Earth out of nowhere??

However, his interest is certainly peaked, seeing you twist the brush away from it's blue colored bottle as you smile down at it

"What's that, you've got there?"

"Oh, just some nail polish!"

He watches with curiosity as you perfectly decorate your nails with the periwinkle color

"How interesting..."

He may not want to have his nails painted at first, but has this deep fascination with how perfectly you can paint them without screwing up

Soon, he forgets all about the ring as you paint your nails, sitting cross-legged and starting with those huge blue eyes with interest

If he allows you to paint his nails, he would smile the whole time

I mean HIS TINY HANDS?!?!

What a bean 🥺

Tries his best not to chip the color when he leaves for Mordor with Sam

Gollum is actually really interested with his nails

"whAT IS IT prECI0us?!?1!1?"

But Frodo will swat his hands away, because "it's a gift from someone important."

The one thing that keeps him smiling along the way 😊

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Legolas

Elf prince is so interested!!

He thinks the spring green color looks so pretty in the bottle

He's obviously not used to most thing from your world

Asks politely;

"How do you use this?"

"...can I show you?"

So whenever the Fellowship stops for the night, he watches with amusement as your brows furrow and you stick your tongue out in concentration

Legolas sits very still, so it's easy for you to paint his nails

How does he keep them so clean?!

He's low-key obsessed with how satisfying it is...

wAIT...

Now HE wants to paint YOUR nails?

THE PRECISION...

He's so good at it!

Legolas is so patient and calm

He says it reminded him of making flower crowns I guess?

And he doesn't even mess up once 😳

THE MASTER NEEDS TEACHING, DAYUM-

He gets so happy with how the color matches him!

Forgets that you have to let it dry at first, so it gets a bit smudged when he draws his bow

Upset Legolas :(

But you fix it for him, and he's happy again!

CAN

NOT

STOP

LOOKING

He's amazed!!

And so proud!

Pretty Elf 🥰✨

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Pippin

Pippin is very confused, to say the least

He though it would be something relatively close to a nail filer

But once he sees the pastel yellow color, on your own fingers, he has to have some!!

WILL

NOT

SIT

STILL

While you're trying to paint his hands and feet (by request), he's telling you great tales of the shire, a throwing his limbs around to exaggerate his story

You've to clonked him on the head and scolded him quite a few times

For some reason, he's saying it tickles??

"It does! The brush is like feather!"

Painting his toes it a lot easier, seeing he can't really feel much on his feet

The color goes perfect with his green eyes 🥴

Also, let's not forget that Pip is the definition of "disaster-on-legs"

After the polish dries, it immediately chips, since he's busy causing trouble with merry or practicing his hand with Boromir

He really wants to paint your nails, and you let him do so...

Poor hobbit has zero clue with how this shit works 🤦‍♀️

He feels so bad about getting it all over your fingers, but you assure him it'll be fine and that it will eventually wash off in a few days

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Boromir

HE WANTS TO USE IT RIGHT AWAY-

Pink, as cliche as it sounds, suits him so well

He's just amazed!

Also, really likes the smell 🤔🤔

Is grinning like an idiot while you're painting his nails

"Such talent and patience you have!"

"Pfft, it's really nothing. Takes a bit of practice is all."

Afterward, is flashing his bright pink nails at everyone

"Look at Y/N's spectacular skill of hand!"

I think Boromir would have a habit of picking at the polish after it dries

But that's okay, he doesn't mind too much

It gives him more time to spend with you while you repaint them!!

He's afraid he'll screw up your nails if he tries to paint them, so he never offers

That's alright though, since you know he only means well 😊

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Thorin

Oh he's so regal

You were in Rivendell, digging through your purse, and suddenly

Tada!!

A deep navy blue bottle, probably about half empty was revealed

He was curious, but tried not to let it show, since that would damage his royal ego 🙄

"What is that?"

"Oh, just some nail polish. Wanna try some?"

Thorin would insist that you show him how it works first

And so, you did

He definitely admires the color

But defied any suggestion of you painting his own nails

That would be "un-kingly" 😤

Okay so maybe he lets you paint his pinky finger when nobody is around

But he smiles (a rare sight) while watching you paint your nails

And does give a somewhat compliment at your articulate handwork

"It looks exceptional as artwork."

"Erm... Thanks?"

He definitely thinks the color matches you beautiful skin tone 😌

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Kili ~

Prince Dumbass LOVES red

It reminds him of Tauriel 🥰

One night, you left your bag opened on the ground as you went off to get some food from Bombur, and Kili couldn't help but notice the glittering ruby bottle inside

He grabbed it, being the nosy prince he was, and examined its glow in the firelight

"What kind of jewel is this?"

"Oh hey, my nail polish!!"

Very confused

"Why does it smell so strange?"

Thankfully, being a dwarf, his fingernails are a bit bigger, so there's more room and it's easier to paint

He, like Pippin, has issues with sitting still and gets you really annoyed

"I swear to all things fluffy, if you don't sit still I will cut off all of that hair in your sleep-"

"😳"

He immediately smudges them, and then you have to paint them AGAIN

Once they FINALLY dry, he won't let anyone touch them

"Stop it, Fili! You'll damage them!"

He can't stop touching them, since it's so smooth!

The others tease him, but he doesn't mind, as long as they stay nice and clean

Turns into a whiny toddler the MINUTE they chip

"Y/nnn! I need you to repaint them!"

"I just painted them yESTERDAY-"

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Fili

A mix of Thorin and Kili when it comes down to it

Definitely prefers gold 😌✨

Sees you painting your nails one night in the library in Erebor

"What have you got there sagh (friend)?"

"Just some nail polish. Wanna try some?"

Once again, he wants to see what it does like Thorin

And you of course happily oblige

Admires the color greatly

He says it reminds him of the gold floors in his kingdom, and it makes you chuckle

Fili loves to have his nails painted, and especially with such a regal hue 💅😌

DAMN does it bring out those baby blues 🥴

After that, you stare at his hands a lot, proceeded by his flirtatious teasing

Shows up Kili's sparkly red polish with his "more extravagant" color

He is also very protective of his nails and tries his very best to keep them from chipping

You love watching him hold his weapons and spar with his pretty nails 😳

Even with his larger hands, made for forging and wielding huge swords and axes and smelting, he had an incredibly steady and gentle hand when it comes to this subject, so he's AMAZING at painting his and your nails

Fili insists that you have matching nails all the time, and it's a regular thing for you to hang out and talk about your day while you paint each others nails 🥺

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Thranduil

Have you MET this man?!

KING OF DIVAS 💅💅

At first, he's very weirded out

"What do you have in your hand, mellon (friend)?"

"Oh, just some nail polish."

"Interesting..."

Thranduil watches intently over your shoulder as you carefully decorate your nails with a glossy black polish, sitting directly next to his throne

"Do you want me to paint your nails?"

"Hm?"

He reluctantly agrees, placing his BEAUTIFUL hand in yours and stares down at your gentle talented work

He loves the color more than he cares to admit, and much like his son sits very still as you lead the brush over his clean nails

The elf king loves seeing your tongue stick out in concentration

You remind him that it'll need time to dry out

And as he says in his notoriously sassy voice;

"I thousand years is a mere blink in the life of an elf... I'm patient... I can wait."

Ofc, you just scoff at this and tell him it'll only take about five to ten minutes

He just nods and stares back down at them with admiration

Thranduil doesn't do much around his kingdom, except maybe get a bit drunk and direct orders to his guards, so it's no worry about him chipping or ruining his nails

I hope you liked this, just as much as I enjoyed writing it!! Have a lovely day, and don't forget that requests are open as always!! ❤❤😊

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hotdamnhunnam · 3 years

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Too Good for Grey

A/N: Sooo this is a fic that I’ve had in mind ever since I first posted my list of Imagine Ideas a while ago! Though I know Charlie’s decision not to play the role of Christian Grey is what was best for him, part of me will always be heartbroken that we all missed out on 50 Shades of Hunnam 😭💔 In this fic you’re his girlfriend; he’s considering the role and you let him... practice in the bedroom 😏

Pairing: Charlie Hunnam x F!Reader Warnings: smut, swearing, dirty talk, rough sex, dom!Charlie, blindfold, bondage, punishment, light flogging (just with his belt, nothing too intense) Request: No specific request, but there’s been demand for a Part 2 of Red Carpet Rogue and I decided to write this fic as a sequel to it!

Word Count: ~3.4k

[Please read Red Carpet Rogue first if you haven’t yet! Otherwise the second paragraph won’t make much sense without that reference...]

You love mornings like this one. Lazy weekends with your boyfriend, hottest man under the sun. Completely chill and easy and carefree, nowhere to be. No work, no plans. You’re seated in his lap feeding him pancakes from your fork, since that’s the only way to get your man to focus on his breakfast. Charlie’s hands are fully occupied, roving and reckless, moving all over your robe and deep inside. Clearly still riding high from such a scandalously sexy night.

You push another forkful past his lips, then playfully lean in to lick some syrup from his chin as it so sweetly drips. His stubble tickles, causing you to giggle, while he growls and tightens his grip on your hips. “Mmm...” he hums, digging into your skin with his thumbs. “You know I still can’t get over just how fucking awesome last night was, Y/N. Thinking we should invest in a stretch of red carpet to relive it over and over again.”

“Hmm, I like the way you’re thinking...” you respond, settling deeper in his lap and slowly sinking, till you feel your man’s enormous cock grind up against your cunt. Heat burning through your silk robe and his sweatpants. “God, you were so fucking dominant. More than you’ve ever been.”

“That a good thing?” the bastard asks you, as if he has to, bursting into laughter when you shoot him a glare of the fuck do you think?!? Your dom/sub dynamic is not a new thing. “Well, chalk it up to this new script that I’m considering. Came my way yesterday before we headed out for the evening.”

He gestures at the stack of papers on the counter behind him just now, which you hadn’t noticed all morning somehow. You blink at the title printed on the front page and cannot believe what you’re seeing. Basically stop breathing. “Oh, wow...”

Charlie flashes a cheeky grin as he gets off on your reaction. Can’t resist making a stupid dirty pun, ‘cause he’s the worst. Rubbing his crotch harder against yours as he says the words. “Yeah, who could’ve seen that coming.”

“Now if you’re gonna start talking dirty to me, Mr. Hunnam... you’d better be ready to act on it,” you warn him, well aware he’s been ready and raring to go all damn morning. “I know you’d slay this role but don’t know if you really want it, to be honest.”

He shrugs as he kisses stray drops of maple syrup from the corners of your mouth. “Yeah, I’ve got my doubts. But haven’t ruled it out. Think some part of me wants it. Luckily I’ve got the greatest girlfriend in the world to help me work through my decision-making process.”

“Well, should we call it work...” your lips curve into a seductive smirk, “...or play?”

At those words, Charlie’s cock fucking jerks. That’s your answer, of course. Better than anything he can say.

And you’re so fucking ready to meet Mr. Grey.

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“You sure about this, babe?” he asks as you hastily finish your pancakes. You’re hungry for something quite different, for fuck’s sake. Your pussy’s so wet that it practically aches. “It’s not like we have a red room...”

“But we do have a very nice bedroom,” you tell him. He’s trying to stall and you’re not gonna let him. You’re ready to go. “Plus we’ve got, you know—silk scarves and ties, a closet full of all kinds of hardware supplies. So I’m sure you can... improvise.”

Charlie’s still acting as if he has to think twice. Blinks twice, with an excited little twinkle in his eyes. “Somebody’s eager...”

“Somebody? Both of us, baby. You know you can’t wait for this either.”

“I just want to make sure you’re ready...”

“Charlie, I know you’ll take things slow and steady. I trust you completely,” you reassure him as you kiss his cheek softly and sweetly. “Besides, we’ll rely on the traffic lights code. Red for stop, yellow for ease it up. Green for go. They used those safewords in the books, right? Never read them so I don’t really know.”

“Then how do you know what—”

“Know what Fifty Shades even involves? Love, I’m not some kind of pop culture idiot,” you interrupt, taking his hand to guide him down the halls. You’re really not about to let him stand and stall. “And I may have looked up... a few things on Google. Being such a kinky bitch and all. Brainstorming new ways to play the role of your submissive little slut.”

“God, you’re so fucking hot,” he grunts as he finally gives in to what he wants, suddenly slipping into dom mode all at once. Changing his tone, making you moan, slamming you up against the wall. Towering over you so big and strong and tall. “Who would’ve thought... who knew that’s what my sweet little girl is up to when you’re clicking away on your laptop? Googling filthy ways for me to fuck you up?”

You groan in desire as his dirty words start a fire. “Ch-Charlie...”

He reacts just as you knew he would, and his dominance feels so damn good. Last night he scolded you just the same, when you called him by name. “What the fuck do you call me?”

“Sir,” you instantly answer. Obviously. Filled with the urge to say more, like a good proper whore, since you feel more submissive than ever before. Thirsty for fifty shades of Charlie. “Thank you for reminding me, sir. I’m so sorry.”

“You better be,” he chides, sliding his hands down your shivering sides, then swiftly untying your robe and letting it fall open wide. His touch upon your skin is hot as hell and fucking heavenly. “Your place in life is to obey. Do as I say. To serve and pleasure me.”

“Yes, sir,” you whimper, breathing heavily, as he cradles your face in his dominant fingers. “I promise I’ll always remember.”

You’ve known it to be true, since the day you first met him: Charlie Hunnam owns you, and you fucking let him. You’re fated to live for his pleasure and love him forever.

He reads all of the thoughts in your head as he slowly lets go of your face, slaying you with his blazing blue gaze. Though you moan at the loss of his fingers, the power and passion of his touch still lingers. You can feel it all over your sensitive skin. Fifty shades of pure sin.

And you love it. Want every damn shade of it. Already so addicted to the deep submissive state you’re in.

The next words that he speaks... make you so fucking weak. Mr. Grey has most certainly come out to play. And he is here to stay. To make you fifty shades of horny. “That’s a good little whore. Gonna give you the punishment you’ve been so desperately hoping for. Now run off to the bedroom and wait for me... facing away from the open door... naked and down on your knees.”

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Yes, sir. Yes, please. You’re pretty sure your cunt is leaking all over the floor as you obey your master’s orders, flinging your robe off your shoulders, stripping down and sitting back upon your heels.

It’s not the first time Charlie’s ordered you to kneel—but this right now... just hits different somehow. He’s so hot it’s unreal, too dominant for you to even deal. And you’re obsessed with how insanely good it feels.

You’ve already lost track of just how long you’ve waited. Heart racing, breath bated. How much time has passed? It may have been two minutes or two hundred. You just know that once your man arrives at last, he’ll be all set to give you everything you’ve wanted.

The moment when he finally comes... you feel his presence from across the room. Exuding vibes of absolute alpha male dom. And you’re so desperate to receive all of that energy from him. You can’t believe how blessed you are to be his woman. Here experiencing fifty shades of Hunnam.

Though you’re dying to turn behind you toward the door to see how good he surely looks right now, you stop yourself somehow. Keep both hands resting on your thighs, with lowered eyes, head bowed. Still and silent, though self-conscious that you are breathing incredibly loud. You’re so fucking aroused.

As Charlie takes a few deliberate steps toward you... rests his hand against your head, stroking your hair and tenderly twining his fingers through... you already feel dead. Can’t stop some smutty sound from slipping out your slutty little mouth.

He then reaches around, to trace his thumb across your bottom lip, shifting his grip before you can even attempt to kiss his fingertips. Needs you to know that you are not to make a sound, till he allows. That he owns you without a fucking doubt.

He’s owning you now with the tone of his voice and the touch of his hand. “Y/N. I need you to understand... that you are mine to command.”

“Yes, sir,” you breathlessly answer. And the slut in you compulsively reacts, tilting your head back, in an effort to make eye contact. Dying to look up at his gorgeous face, to meet his gaze, as you profess the shameless fact: that you belong to him, in every way and always...

And yet your man has other plans. Prevents you from catching a glimpse of him before you even can. He had arrived with something in his hands—a strip of cloth, some kind of tie or scarf, silken and soft. He masterfully fastens it around your eyes the moment that your head tilts back, and suddenly your vision fades to black.

“Now that’s no way for a good little slut to act,” Charlie scolds, as he tightens your blindfold. “Shifting from your position? Moving without my permission?”

Ugh God, he’s so hot you could die. “I...”

“Don’t tell me you’re sorry. I’m sick of your worthless apologies. High time I teach you a lesson in proper submission.”

“Ohh, sir—” you moan as he pulls you closer, till the back of your head rubs against the huge bulge in his crotch. The prize that you crave so fucking much. The object of your dreams. You can tell that he’s wearing your favorite jeans, and his cock is so hard it’s obscene, bursting out of the seams.

Then he effortlessly hoists you onto your feet, the bare skin of your back sliding up against his upper body—shirtless, naturally—so that you can feel every firm ridge of his muscles and all of his raw carnal heat. “Now I know what you want... but what’s much more important... I know what you need.”

Those words murder your cunt, and it feels like time stops. Then the next thing you know Charlie has you facedown on the bed, both arms over your head. And he’s tying you up. Binding both of your wrists to the bedposts, with some fucking serious rope.

This is everything your inner slut ever hoped. And you can’t even cope.

He’s just getting started and already this feels so damn perfect you just want to cry. Fucking magic. You’re fucking ecstatic. Tears of pure euphoria rise to your eyes, fighting at the blindfold he had tied, dampening the fabric.

Charlie picks up on all your unspoken emotions, as he always does. He can tell that you’re buzzed and just wants to make sure that this isn’t too much. Leaning in near, to whisper sweetly in your ear. “How’s the traffic?”

“Huh...?” you reply in a hazy sigh, taking a moment just to realize what he means. “Oh—green. So green.”

“Mmm, good to know,” he smirks against your cheek, as you revert to being too horny to speak. “But we can always take it slow. Just let me know if we’re approaching yellow—”

All of a sudden you’re able to speak again, just then. The words are somewhat muffled as your face is partly burrowed in the pillows; you make sure that Charlie hears you loud and clear, though. “Hell no. Green means fucking go.”

“If you say so...” he smirks once more, kissing your cheek before he lifts off of your back, all fucking ready to attack. You both can’t wait for what’s in store.

Charlie has spanked you countless times before. With you facedown in bed, you would’ve guessed that’s what he had in mind—to slap your slutty ass red, then to fuck you from behind. Remind you that you’ll always be his dirty little fucking whore.

Today you’re hoping for a little something more.

And that’s exactly what he’s giving. This time around... the punishment’s bound to hit different.

You can hear the faint rustle, telltale sound of metal and leather as Charlie undoes his belt buckle. Oh, shit—surprise, surprise—for some of these supplies, he didn’t even have to venture in the hardware closet.

Everything he needs to exert his total dominance, he’s fucking got it.

And it’s everything you’ve ever fucking wanted.

“Know just how much this pretty ass loves getting punished...” he teases, taking your bare naked cheeks in his hands with a few tender strokes and squeezes.

If you had to guess—without being able to witness—he must’ve looped his undone belt around his neck to free both hands for just a minute. He must look so fucking hot right now. An absolute sex god like nobody’s business.

“This sweet ass will look even prettier in pink by the time we’re finished,” he says it like a promise, and you really hope he keeps it, to be honest. “You know I would say prettier in red, but...”

“Oh, no, that’s a bad word,” you murmur in playful laughter. Repeat the right color to make sure he feels reassured. “Green, sir. Want you to let loose and get fucking mean, sir.”

“Ugh fuck,” he murmurs, as you hear him smile while he slides the leather belt off of his shoulders. You can just imagine what the sight of you in such submission has done to his denim-clad cock. “You’re killing me, love...”

“But that’s your job. I’m the sub,” you remind him, well aware you’re coming close to topping from the bottom. Sort of. Whatever it takes, to get Mr. Grey to come out to play, to feel comfortable falling into his role as your absolute dom. “Now go crazy and get rough. I promise I want it, sir. Honest. I can’t get enough.”

“Such a good fucking slut,” Charlie rasps, slowly grazing the edge of the leather across the soft globes of your ass. “Once we’re done with your punishment... you know I’m gonna fucking wreck this perfect little cunt?”

“Yes, sir. Please punish me and use my pussy for your pleasure.”

“Motherfucker...” you hear him quietly mutter, scrambling to strip out of his jeans, because his cock is probably straining in pain against the denim, harder than it’s ever been. No surprise since your cunt’s also wetter than ever. It’s just so perfect that you two are getting off on this together. You love the way your dirty words have this effect on him, just as his do on you. You’re such a slut for Mr. Hunnam; the best thing is that he’s such a slut for you, too.

Once he’s finally naked and gets in position behind you, he takes a few seconds to soak in the view. Psyching up for what he is about to do: whip the shit out of you. Just as you want him to.

“Now with each lash that comes down, I want you to keep count. And need you to repeat the color. Loud. You understand?”

“Yes, sir,” you swear, yielding to his command, instinctively arching your ass up in the air, because you’re desperate for your punishment. “Yes, sir, I understand. Green means hit me as hard as you can.”

“You fucking greedy little cunt,” he taunts with a dominant sneer. “Who makes the rules here? I’m gonna go just as hard or as soft as I want.”

You realize you were stupid to think he would go so hard, right from the start. Charlie knows where your limits are, even when you don’t. He reads your body and your mind and sees into your heart. Knows just what you need even when you’re too focused on only what you want. That’s why you have no doubt that he’ll dish out the most perfect punishment.

And so he does.

From the very first lash on your ass... your breath halts with a heart-stopping gasp. You have never felt such a damn buzz. From the way the sensation bursts onto your skin, underneath the smooth leather, a blossom of sin, pain blurring into pleasure... you want this to just go on forever and ever.

Your master had given you orders, you somehow remember. “One...!” you scream, as you sink deeper into submission, so desperate for him it’s obscene. “Oh God, thank you, sir. Green.”

“Good girl,” he mutters, just before he treats you to another. Each hit makes your fucking toes curl. You are the luckiest bitch in the entire fucking world.

“Two! Fuck, thank you...” you wholeheartedly thank him again and again, with each serving of perfect pain, grateful to your dom for how fucking awesome it feels. It’s unreal. And you keep screaming green on repeat, to give him all the safety and comfort he needs.

He’s enjoying this, no doubt—his cock’s standing rock hard and proud—but this first time around, with each strike that comes down, Charlie is much more focused on reading your signals. Respecting your limits, especially when it’s so tempting to test them a little. You don’t really seem to have any with him, as far as he can tell. Which is epic on some level, but also scary as hell.

He decides when you’re finished, with getting punished, since you’re taking it too fucking well. All you want is more of it; you love it and can’t think of anything else. On your end it’s exquisite. Excruciating ecstasy fulfilling your every fantasy. All because it’s pain coming from him. Fifty shades of Hunnam. All because of how deeply you worship and love him.

If there’s one thing you love more than taking these whips from his belt, the sweetest sting you have ever felt... it’s getting ripped to pieces by his massive cock. Playing your lifelong role as a slut for Sir Hunnam to fuck. Taking him in your soaking wet cunt, letting him ravage you just as hard and as fast as he wants, rough and savage, dishing out some serious damage, till you both explode deep inside and all over each other at once.

Something about the hard passionate sex today, the way he wrecks today... feels even hotter after how you got to play.

Apparently he really likes it when you tap into his inner Mr. Grey.

You both come harder than you ever have, as his huge shaft unloads inside your hole and feeds your soul and breaks you right in half. Breathing in shallow gasps as you feel him fucking collapse, your naked back slick from the sweat off of his sculpted chest and his firm chiseled abs. His face is buried in your hair, and though you know how much he wants to unfasten your blindfold and unbind your wrists, so he can turn you over for a heartfelt kiss, and shower you with hours of loving aftercare... right now your man’s just laying there and praying for some air.

He’s just so perfect it’s not fair. You know he’ll spend the whole rest of the day talking through all your feelings, treating you to every form of healing. Endlessly obsessing over every mark upon your skin, like he committed some ungodly sin, compulsively asking you whether you’re really okay. And he’ll keep on asking no matter what you say. Although he also loves to play this way... deep down he’s doing it for you, because his love is pure and true.

And that was when you fucking knew: this man is way too good to take the role that he was offered yesterday. You’re here to help him though each step of his decision-making process, to respect him if he wants this, and support him either way—but you already feel quite sure after today that your man Charlie is quite honestly... too good for Grey.

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That One Valentine’s Day Special (Captions)

Anon said: “Hello!! I saw that your wandavision requests are open and I had to request something! I’m so obsessed with Vis right now, it’s very bad. I can’t think of any specific plot ideas, all I know is that I would really love to see some fluffy Vision just head over heals in love with reader. Kisses, cuddles, all that jazz. Thank you so much ❤️❤️❤️”

Anon said: “maybe a request where it’s valentines and the reader and Wanda team up to get really dressed up and make an amazing dinner to surprise Vision, but when he comes home and sees them both he’s so flustered that either like has a shutdown or faints? And then obviously Wanda and the reader panic and spend the evening taking care of him and also teasing him for being so adorable/fainting? Thank you!!!”

A/N: Combined aspects from both of these requests to make an ooey gooey Valentine’s Day special (which got belated because I lost half of the writing when I transferred it from doc to Tumblr post :’D)!

Don’t think this is the type of dressed up you meant but I hope you like it, either way! The type of nightwear I was going for with Wanda was something like this.

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Word count: 7,117

Warnings: Valentine’s Day sap. Lingerie, passionate kissing, and everyone being flirty (nothing graphic). Reader makes a really, really, just terrible pun in order to compliment Wanda. This was edited very late at night, so there might be a few errors.

Tag list: @cyanide-mustard @badasspolygenderfriend (These were the only two on the tag list who confirmed that they wanted to be tagged in everything WandaVision-related; if anyone else on the Subtitles list does, just let me know!)

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“Hey, Wanda?” You hollered to the woman in the other room. You were standing in front of the mirror in the Maximoff bathroom, adjusting the collar of the somewhat too-big shirt you wore.

“Yes, dear?” Your girlfriend hollered back from a couple of rooms away.

“While I definitely get the why we’re doing this,” you continued, tugging the shirt’s shoulders farther to one side, then back to the other, before giving up and moving onto your hair, “with Valentine’s Day and all, you know--”

Wanda piped up, probably to assure you that she was listening more than anything, “Yes, I do.”

You snorted. “--but is there a reason we’re doing so… much?”

As you spoke, you ran your hands through your hair, ruffling it to give it a bedhead type of look. You faltered a bit when your eyes settled on the ugly scar on your forehead that your hair couldn’t cover without being in a bizarre style. You frowned and dug a finger into the scar tissue, feeling very little other than mild pressure when you did so.

There was a pause on Wanda’s end. “You don’t think he deserves it, working so hard this past week?”

You reeled back, insecurity forgotten, and quickly left the bathroom. You walked down the hall to where Wanda was working on her own outfit in the bedroom she shared with Vision, rambling away, “No, no, no! I mean no as in no, you’re wrong, not as in he doesn’t deserve what we’re doing. Of course, he does! To be completely honest, he probably deserves it more than anyone in town--aside from yourself, of course--but… For example, we did a lot revolving around food and… Vis doesn’t eat.”

There was another pause and you halted by the closed bedroom door, mainly to pick a rose petal from where it stuck itself to the bottom of your stockinged foot but also because you didn’t want to walk in on your partner.

“But Valentine’s Day revolves around food quite a bit, doesn’t it?” Wanda said from the other side of the door. At this point in your relationship, you could pick up pretty easily how Wanda was feeling by her tone of voice. She spoke thoughtfully, which wasn’t all that concerning, but there was a certain edge to her voice that made you worried; she was going to start overthinking and scrapping the entire idea if you didn’t interfere soon.

You tilted your head from one side to the other while considering her statement before giving a nod she couldn’t see and responding, “I suppose you’re right there. Lots of holidays do, now that I think about it. Thanksgiving? Turkey. Easter? Candy. Christmas? Just… food in general.”

You glanced around as you spoke. You couldn’t see much of the house from where you stood in the hallway but you knew what to expect when you walked to the main part of the house. All of the house’s lights were off, save for a few lamps that washed the house with what would have been a low, cozy, get-comfortable-before-bed sort of light if Wanda hadn’t used her powers to turn the lightbulbs in said lamps from yellow to a red; because of this change, the dim light gave off a much more romantic energy that fit with the rest of your and Wanda’s decorating. Red, pink, and white rose petals were scattered all across the floor, starting from the front were, where Vision would be when he walked in after work and making a trail to different rooms of the house. One path led to the kitchen and dining area, where you and Wanda had spent a good part of the day preparing various sweet, Valentine’s Day- and romance-themed treats plus dinner and setting up the table with candles and flowers and a pink tablecloth that matched the pink rose petals. Another led to the living room, which was decorated in a similar nature. Thanks to Wanda’s ability to conjure, she was able to quickly clean up the area that was usually hidden under a mess of baby equipment, change the color of the throw pillows and blankets to the correct red and pink theme, and even had “floating” heart decorations that danced across the ceiling on transparent strings; the babies themselves were gone for the night, safe under Agnes’s care once she and you had been able to convince Wanda. Finally, a rose path, accompanied by ceiling hearts, led down the hallway until it made a fading stop at where were you currently stood, leaning next to the bedroom door. The bedroom itself wasn’t decorated and neither of you had really talked about the assumptions that could be made from looking at the trail, but what you had discussed was how many romantic movies Wanda was going to project onto one of the walls after dinner while cuddling would most certainly take place on the couch.

The third path was mainly to guide you down the hallway while Wanda greeted Vision from the kitchen. It was also to lead Vision to go change into his own set of comfy pajamas when you and Wanda would ultimately have to push him to do so after him grumbling about too tired to do so.

Poor thing, you thought while pushing yourself away from the wall.

Being the company’s fastest and best worker, Vision had become victim to Mr. Hart doubling his workload and as a result, the gentleman had been working like a dog for the entire past week. His days had consisted of getting up way too early only to go into work and be worked to the bone, then come home and relieve Wanda of the babies--regardless of her assuring him that she’d be fine while he rested--until he passed out on the couch sometime later into the night. You’d been surprised, after learning of his synthezoid identity, that he’d need to sleep at all but you supposed anyone would need to recharge after a day like that.

You, on the other hand, had racked up some vacation days and, after a chat with Wanda about the upcoming romantic holiday, decided to add an extra day to your weekend so the two of you could do something nice for her husband. You’d probably regret this on Monday but for now, you were just happy to have spent the day working with Wanda and were hoping the rest of the night went well.

Speaking of the woman, Wanda had been quiet for some time now, other than the sounds of rustling fabric. You decided now was a good time as any to get involved before she decided that she should do something completely different and cause all the previous work to go to waste, so you knocked. After getting a verbal invitation, you strolled in, only for a sharp inhale to almost propel you back to slam into the doorframe.

Wanda was standing in front of a full-length mirror against the far wall of the bedroom, anxiously fiddling with what little clothing she had on. She wore what looked like a bathing suit but was made out of a sheer, body-hugging, baby pink fabric and embellished with a subtle pattern of roses. Her back was turned to you but you could see from the mirror’s reflection that the piece still left plenty to the imagination with a more opaque version of the same fabric keeping her chest, the bit of fabric held snugly between her thighs, and even an upsidedown V-shaped panel that was framed by silky white bands and reached from the middle of her torso to the lower part of her hips covered. This lovely piece, clothing an even lovelier woman, was paired with similarly colored stockings of the same fabric, minus the rose pattern, and you were both surprised and amused by the addition of a string of pink pearls around her neck and one wrist with matching earrings and a pair of white low heels with a bow on the toe strap. Wanda’s hair was styled in loosely curled waves, making it look shorter than it actually was, and pushed back with a headband that could be mistaken for a minimal tiara, which was also embellished with pink-tinted pearls.

You knew that you were staring, flushed, and with eyes almost bulging out of their sockets--you knew only because you could catch part of your own reflection in the mirror, not because you could feel anything other than goosebumps-inducing tingles travel across your body--but it took Wanda laughing softly and catching your eye in the mirror to pull your slacked jaw off the floor and close your suddenly dry mouth. You eventually also tried to speak but not much other than a stammering “Uhhh…” came out and you gave up, instead choosing to scrub your hands over your face so you would at least look away.

Then Wanda dared to ask, “So, do I look okay?”

You stared at her again but this time it was one of disbelief. “I’m sorry, what?”

Wanda rolled her eyes and chuckled again at your utter belief before nervously running her hands down along a perfect set of curves. You fully believed she had no intention of torturing you by doing so but here she was, doing just that. If it hadn’t been for the awkward look on her face, makeup-free except for light lipstick and a little mascara, your gaze probably would have stayed with the path her hands made over her stomach and down to rest on her hips. You watched her gaze jump worriedly from one part of her body to the other instead.

“Look,” she continued, “I know I look okay, I know I look fine--”

Fine? Only fine? If Wanda asked you to strip naked and run through Westview while screaming her praises, you would do so without a second thought. Well, you probably would have done it regardless of what she was wearing but you wouldn’t be complaining about the extra bit of help.

“--but ever since the twins were born, I feel a little… hmph… wearing something like this.”

While you couldn’t possibly fathom how she could see herself as anything but one of the most beautiful living creatures ever, but you’d also figured out quite a while ago that she didn’t exactly see herself the same way you did. You chewed the inside of your cheek a bit before walking over and wrapping your arms around her; her own hands settled to rest on top of yours. You rested your chin on her shoulder and met her gaze in the mirror one last time.

“I suppose even goddesses have their insecure days, huh?”

Wanda laughed and rolled her eyes so hard you were vaguely worried about them rolling back into her skull. She lightly slapped your arms but still leaned back into your embrace as she scoffed, “Be quiet.”

“Wanda,” you said, “you had kids. You still look great. You look so good. So, so, so good. Insanely good. Earth-shakingly good. So pretty. Very gorgeous. Amazingly foxy. Incredibly stellar. Your mom body? Could demolish Aphrodite in a beauty pageant.”

You rambled on a bit longer before Wanda was smacking your arms again. She looked more at ease now, though, completely relaxed in your arms with her head leaning into the crook of your shoulder and one ankle loosely crossed over the other.

“Mom body.” She snorted. “Please, enlighten me further about this mom body I have.”

You quickly shook your head and gave her reflection a warning look. “Can’t. If I say much more, it’ll upset the gods. Every single one of them. I’ll be thrown into the pits for all the sinful things I’d have said.”

Wanda’s head fell back as she laughed again; you felt the tickle of her hair against your exposed neck as you grinned against her shoulder. When she settled again, you gave her a serious look, moved your lips to kiss the shell of her ear, then muttered, “But let’s just say you’re a foxy mama in absolutely every sense of the word.”

The woman in your arms erupted with laughter once more, though this time it was short and accompanied by a gentle slap to the cheek. Then her hand rested there, holding your head close as she leaned her forehead partially against yours.

“You and my husband,” she said with a little shake of her head, “and those ridiculous puns of yours.”

You nodded slightly in agreement, then tilted your head to peck her cheek. “That one really was just…”

“Awful?”

“Yeah, no, not good.” You chuckled and reached a hand up to poke her cheek. “Made ya smile though.”

Wanda hummed, squinting at herself in the mirror, then huffed. “I suppose.”

There were a few moments of the two of you just holding each other and soaking up each other’s presence.

Then Wanda just had to ask again, “Do you really think I look okay?”

It was your turn to roll your eyes. “Wanda! You’re so pretty! You’re so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so--”

“You tell me I’m pretty all the time,” she pointed out.

“I have yet to be wrong,” you countered.

She looked herself over again. Tilting her head and glancing up at you from under her lashes, she said, “You could call me sexy.”

“I could,” you agreed, “Don’t want to make you uncomfortable though.”

Wanda raised a brow. “Did I not just say you could?”

You snorted. “Was my foxy mama joke not enough? Do you know what havoc me doing so would release onto the world? Would you want the gods to reject me because of my filthy language?” You leaned your head into her neck while keeping your eyes on hers. You waggled your eyebrows and lowered your voice. “‘Cause I’ll do it.”

Wanda made a face at you, scrunching up her nose and pursing her lips in the special, incredibly cute way that only she could. Then she smiled and ruffled your hair slightly. “I’m sure they wouldn’t mind you calling me sexy once.”

“Oh, nay,” you insisted, “if it happens once, it shall happen a million types! An unholy, unhinged, affectionate monster shall be released from its mortal prison!”

Wanda hummed thoughtfully and made a show of tapping her chin and tilting her head. “Okay, deal.”

You rolled your eyes and smiled. Giving her cheek another quick smooch, you said simply back, “‘Kay, you’re sexy.”

She smiled back at you and did a single clap. “Yay.”

“And, hey,” you said, tapping the scar on your forehead, “even if you weren’t a level of beauty that matched an immortal otherworldly being--impossible--at least you don’t have a scar on your face.”

You saw Wanda’s gaze soften in the mirror before she twisted around in your arms to face you. She gently took your face in her hands and your eyes fluttered shut as she leaned up to kiss you directly on said scar.

“I like the scars,” she said softly, “It means you survived something, even if you don’t know what it was, and I’m happy that you did.”

Your eyes blinked back open. “Why?”

“You wouldn’t be here for me otherwise.”

You huffed out a little breath, somewhat involuntarily, and were suddenly very aware of the fact that you two were practically tangled around each other now. You squished your nose against hers in a nuzzle and said in a lower tone, “Lucky you then.”

She dropped her hands from your face to wrap her arms around your neck. She matched your tone and bumped her nose back against yours, tilting her head a bit. “Very lucky.”

It was almost like a mutual decision when your lips crashed against each other.

Having been prone to the feeling of floaty dizziness as a result of your migraines, the feeling itself wasn’t particularly jarring. What replaced the usual undercurrent of pulsing pain, however, was what made this dizziness feel heavenly instead of hellish. When you kissed Wanda, it was like immediate intoxication but instead of booze, it was the taste of the gloss on her lips and the strawberry flavor that still lingered on her tongue from your cooking session earlier that day and the mix of citrusy sweetness from her perfume and shampoo that made you think of candied orange slices whenever you inhaled. You’d always be too busy to mentally describe it while in the moment, far too concentrated on committing whatever part of Wanda’s body that you were touching to memory via your grazing fingertips and adding new scents, words, feelings, images, and whatever else to the catalog of things that reminded you of her in your head, but when you thought about the love-drunk dizziness that followed the initial intoxication after the fact, you equated it to being a little tipsy and stumbling into a warm home. Only this time, home was a woman whose arms and mouth kept drawing you back for one more kiss, and then five more, and the thing that made you tipsy was the way the air crackled with invisible electricity and magic, and the look in her eyes when your eyes fluttered open after parting.

While time seemed to slow to a stop during your and Wanda’s moment, it hadn’t actually done so at all. This was proven when you heard the front door begin to open, causing you and Wanda to practically leap away from each other. She stared at you with wide, startled eyes and you couldn’t help but note your handiwork; her entire face and neck were flushed a deep red, her hair was significantly messier than it had been previously, that the lip color she’d been wearing had been partially transferred to your mouth.

The admiration could only last a moment. “You’re supposed to be in the kitchen.”

“I’m supposed to be in the kitchen,” Wanda repeated. “My lipstick is all over your face.”

You brushed a thumb over your bottom lip and it came away with a glossy pink. “Your lipstick is on my face.”

Wanda stood in front of you, suddenly frozen except for flitting eyes and hands grasping at the air while she tried to think of something. Then, with a couple of snaps of her fingers, she remembered her magic a moment later. “Oh, I can just-- You look amazing, the shirt’s a nice touch. See you out there!” She snapped once more and disappeared in a puff of red smoke just as you heard the front door swing open and Vision’s voice drifted down the hallway.

“Darling, I’m ho-- Oh.”

Then Wanda’s voice also bounced back your way from where she was probably now perched in the kitchen. Her tone was one part frazzled, two parts cheery, and five parts flirty teasing as she spoke. “Hiya, honey! Whaddya think?”

You drew your attention from their voices to the mirror that you now stood in directly in front of. The outfit you wore wasn’t nearly as polished as Wanda’s, but it had its intimate charm. While the two of you both wore stockings, that was where the similarities stopped. Your stockings were a sheer brownish-black and you wore no form of shoes with them nor any other accessories aside from your lightly ruffled mess of hair. In contrast to Wanda’s overall body-shaping attire, the pair of high-waisted silky shorts that you wore were flowy and loose, and instead of the shorts’ matching tank top with uncomfortable lace straps, you wore one of Vision’s pajama shirts that was a similar shade of red with vertical yellow and dark brown stripes. Posing a couple of different ways for yourself in the mirror, you were pleased to find the red and yellow were an almost match to Vision’s skin and the glowing gem in his forehead; with a little more pondering, you were a tad upset that the shirt you were wearing had yellow stripes instead of yellow spots.

If it had spots, you thought, I could look like a strawberry with a thigh-high chocolate dip.

Pleased with your look otherwise, you aimlessly moved about the bedroom before hovering around the doorway where you could almost make out the rest of Vision and Wanda’s conversation. The plan in place was that Wanda was going to give Vision the itinerary for the night--gifts and cards, dinner, because there was food to be eaten whether Vision ate any or not, an indoor movie theater that Wanda would magically whip up, and the rest of the night spent in romantic snuggling bliss--and then would give you a cue. When the actual process of getting the gifts came about, you were to bring said items to the living room, being somewhat of a surprise gift for Vision in your own right. You glanced towards the bed, where a white clothing box wrapped in a red ribbon sat with a trio of cards, one each from you and Wanda and one Wanda had made on behalf of the twins, who were still too young to do much on their own.

You couldn’t be sure whether it was because Wanda had slipped up and mentioned you--it was much harder to hear them from the other part of the house after their loud introductions finished--or if Vision, clever and curious man that he was, had caught on to your and Wanda’s plan already and decided to uncover it ahead of time. Either way, you suddenly caught a glimpse of Vision turning down the hallway, hovering a few inches off the ground to probably preserve the rose petal trail underneath his feet, and jumped away from the doorway before he could see you. While you couldn’t quite make out what Wanda was saying, you could hear a slight strain in her voice as she tried to get Vision to back down from his cause, to no avail. You only had a few moments to think of something and you decided to hop onto the bed and get comfortable in a casual sitting position, moving the small stack of Valentine’s Day goodies and looking coolly off to the side just before Vision floated into the room.

The soft thud of Vision landing on his feet your attention back over to the doorway and you saw him standing there rigid in his work suit, his gaze roaming over you before respectfully glancing away--only to be slowly dragged back less than a minute later. After watching this process continue a couple more times, you decided to tease him.

“Oh, hey there, crimson toaster oven,” you quipped nonchalantly, reaching up to toy with a stray piece of hair as you did, “how was work?”

Vision’s eyes settled on yours as you watched him with a cocked head. You expected some sort of reply, and for a moment he seemed like he was about to speak. Instead, though, he settled into an almost completely frozen state, jaw clenching slightly.

At first, you were amused. Then you realized he was quite literally frozen, nothing moving aside from the whirling of gear-like shapes in his irises, and your facade broke down a bit.

“Vis?” you questioned, sitting up straighter and moving the Valentine’s Day gifts aside, “you okay?”

No response.

You frowned and got up to walk over to him. “Um, Wanda?”

The Sokovian woman appeared a moment later shimmying around Vision’s form to stand next to you.

“Is he okay?” you asked.

“Oh, dear,” Wanda murmured. You watched as her gaze turned red and she looked him over, using her powers to check that his internal functions were still working properly. Eventually, her gaze stopped at his face and after squinting at him, Wanda said, “Ah. [Y/N], it appears we broke him.”

“I’m sorry?” you choked, “Broke him?”

Wanda seemed much less worried than you felt about the implications of Vision being some form of broken. She instead smiled and stepped up to him, giving you a simple “Yep” before pressing her fingers to his temples. Her eyes flashed red again and a second later Vision’s body sagged into a much more human position. “There we go.”

You blinked and watched as Vision shook himself out, flapping his hands and then rotating his arms and neck with a grumble.

“Ah,” he said, “much better.”

You eyed him. “Everything’s chill then? His gears got, ah, de-gummed, so to speak?”

Wanda snickered. She was now tucked against Vision’s side and helping him shimmy out of his jacket.

Vision seemed to remember where he was and what was going on because his eyes flitted from Wanda to you and back. When he settled a bit more, he looked at you both in turn, his gaze making a slow, deliberate path down both your and Wanda’s bodies as he took in what each of you wore. Finally, his eyes jolted back up to meet yours, and he responded in a low, gravelly voice, “Well, right now, I’m doing absolutely marvelously.”

You grasped that everything was back on track again and a smirk graced your face. “Well,” you said, clapping your hands together and turning back towards the bed, “as long as the short-circuit didn’t fry anything, the step of the night is gifts.”

Then you were being dragged back to Vision’s side by your wrist and he had an arm around both your and Wanda’s waists. “Now, just hold on there, [Y/N]. Shouldn’t I get to spend some time with my lovely partners, especially after seeing all the effort they’ve put in? Besides, I haven’t even gotten to compliment you about your looks.” He paused and pressed a kiss to Wanda’s temple, then nuzzled the side of your neck. When he moved his head away again, he eyed the way your shirt hung loosely off your shoulders. “Is that my shirt?”

You and Wanda shared an amused glance. She’d told you earlier that day about the anniversary-Hart family dinner mishap she and Vision had had when they’d first moved to Westview, the same day you’d met the couple, and how Vision and the Harts had come home to Wanda wearing an intimate nightdress that had made Vision more than a little flustered; the story is what sparked the idea for the evening’s current attire. She ignored his comment about you wearing his clothes and decided to nudge him back to the plan as hand, brushing a hand over the suit jacket now hanging from her arm. “I don’t know about that, honey, your eyes were certainly saying something.”

Vision pouted and hummed, probably trying to come up with another reason to keep hugging you and Wanda close to his body. After a moment, he chirped, “Ah, well! I brought you each something and something for the boys, and I left everything out in the living room. We can’t open gifts without all of them, what a pity. We might as well--”

“I have an idea.” Wanda interrupted. When you looked from Vision to her, she was still smiling but her eyes sparked with a playful warning. She freed herself from Vision’s hold, much to the tall man’s dismay, and walked over to the bed. She picked up the cards and tucked them under the arm that also held Vision’s jacket, then brought the clothing box over and held it out to you. “How about I go and make sure the food is warmed up and the table is set, then get all the cards and things into one place while, [Y/N], you give Vision the one gift he should still have.”

You raised a brow as you took the box from her and watched her saunter to the door, consciously moving out of Vision’s range. “You don’t want to see him open it?”

“I saw you open one I bought for you, you get to see the one you bought him,” Wanda said simply. “And I have a feeling that we’re better off if we’re not all in the same room until things get back on track, Vision might run the risk of shutting down again.”

You gasped dramatically and pressed your free hand to your cheek. Looking at Vision with wide eyes, you whispered, “How will I warm my bagels?”

Vision narrowed his eyes and made a grumbling sound from so deep in his chest you could feel the rumble where you were still held against him. Said sound and Vision’s overall reaction so far made you perfectly happy with the idea of the night derailing a bit off course, but you knew how much of a stickler Wanda could be when she made a plan and this was just as much a night for her as it was for Vision or you.

With no further objections, Wanda walked out of the room. The heels she wore gave her a sashaying step and neither you nor Vision were particularly upset as the two of you watched her go. Then the door was shut and you two were alone.

“So,” Vision said slowly as he turned his attention fully to you, “this is what you’ve been up to instead of going to work today.”

“It is indeed,” you confirmed, “and before you say anything else, I know full well what I’ll be getting into when I go in on Monday.”

“I hope so. You’ll be working harder than I have all week.”

You hummed and chewed on your lip as you thought. “Maybe… I could just… quit my job…”

“Hah!” Vision laughed and waggled a finger at you. “No, no, no, no, no. If I have to endure it, then so do you.”

You grinned and turned away from his finger as if to avoid his complaint. He chuckled and tried to catch your eye, rambling away about Oh, the work we shall both do, but you merely twisted away further, feigning beautiful, blissful ignorance. You even went so far as blocking Vision’s face from your sight with the box you held, which made Vision break off briefly to laugh again.

“--and then, maybe someday you will come home,” Vision continued, catching you in his arms again and tugging you close to him, “and see both of your partners, looking very fetching and being even more wonderful than usual because they’ve set up and entire romantic evening, not only because it’s a romantic holiday but because they specifically wanted to plan something to help you relax after a particularly busy week.” He paused, then added, “And it might even be a little better for you than it will be for me because you actually get to eat the food that’s taken up the entire kitchen.”

You tittered, tilted your head in mock thought even though Vision couldn’t see it, and then lowered your chipboard shield just far enough for your eyes to poke out from over it. “Mm, now that does appealing. Just one question though.”

“Of course, darling.”

You waggled your brows at him. “Which outfit will you be wearing, Wanda’s or mine?”

Vision smirked just slightly but it was enough to set off a volcanic eruption of heat throughout your entire body. You felt his fingers suddenly brushing against yours as he started to gently pry his gift out of your hands.

He said, “Depends on what’s in the box.”

He snagged the box from your hands, revealing your blushing face, but instead of opening it right away, his arm moved around your waist to be with the other once more. He pressed his forehead against yours and you felt a different sort of warmth as the golden gem in his forehead touched your skin. He tilted his head closer still to nuzzle his nose against yours then--

You quickly turned your head away again, flashing him a wicked grin when he stared at you, dumbfounded. You draped your now free arms loosely around his neck, fingered brushing lightly against his neck and fiddling with the collar of his button-up shirt. You shuffled closer to him to eliminate what little space left there was between your body and his, looked him in the eye, and teased, “Careful now, Mr. Maximoff. Wouldn’t want to knock another screw loose in that gorgeous, handsome head of yours.”

Vision’s low chuckle vibrated in his chest, feeling almost like a purr against your own body.

“Or,” you added, “knock one too many screws in?”

“[Y/N].”

“Wind the gears too tight?”

“[Y/N].”

You looked at him innocently; the irritated scowl on his face was contradicted by the mischievous twinkle in his pretty blue eyes. “I can keep going.”

“Oh, I’m very aware of that,” said Vision in that grumbling voice that would probably make you implode every time if it were his regular speaking voice, “but we are never going to get out of this room.”

“Interesting hypothesis,” you said with a very serious nod. “You are welcome to test it or stop me at any time. Now, where was I?”

It took a smirk and a raised brow to kick Vision back into gear but then you were grabbing his face and laughing against his mouth as he all but threw himself at you.

Kissing Vision was quite different than kissing Wanda, although no less addictive. Wanda’s kisses always felt needy but not in the way that one would think. Her kisses always felt like she had been lost up until the very moment your lips would touch hers, and then she was finding refuge and trying to absorb every bit of warmth and comfort that came from the way her mouth melded against yours before the kiss ended and she was alone and lost again. She almost always felt soft and sweet against you but you could feel a wild, restrained power brewing just underneath, and her power seemed to draw out and entangle itself with a power of your own, whatever that power was; the kisses never seemed to last long enough for you to figure that piece out.

When you kissed Vision, you could never get the idea that you were kissing someone not totally human out of your head, but in the best way. One of your favorite things to do whenever you kissed him was to run your hands over his skin and explore every single uniquely intricate thing about him, like the way his skin somehow felt soft and dense at the same time and how it was just slightly textured with lines and grooves that felt inhuman or the way that he didn’t really have a heartbeat or a pulse but rather a gentle constant rumbling of whatever gave him life doing its job, and sometimes this rumbling would jolt or slow depending on where you focused your ministrations. No matter his current state of being--exhausted, flustered, distressed--he was always strong and steady under your hands like he was ready to catch you if you suddenly misstepped or fly you to safety at a moment’s notice should the need arise. You couldn’t help equating the way his mouth worked against yours with the phrase “built to please”; he was always curious and searching in the way his hands and mouth roamed, and he seemed to get the most pleasure when he figured out exactly what you needed and did that--and he was much more often than not oh so very right.

While Wanda felt wild, Vision felt grounding. When you were kissing Wanda, you were so focused on her body and yours and the energy that wrapped the two of you up in a magical cocoon that you felt like you could start bursting at the seams at any moment. Kissing Vision got you much more out of your head, to the point where you were merely exploring him as much as he was you, which led to the occasional knocking of teeth or finding a ticklish spot that caused the kiss to break into giggles and teasing; maybe you would go back to kissing or maybe the two of you would slip into a conversation so seamlessly that you wouldn’t even notice until a couple of hours had already passed.

You often wondered if, when you weren’t around and your partners kissed each other, if either of them felt the same thing that you did. You wondered even more often how Wanda and Vision felt kissing you.

This time, though, it was Wanda’s voice from a couple of rooms away, muffled but noticeable, that finally broke the two of you apart.

“Any day now,” she hollered, although there was no trace of irritation in her tone. “It’s not like we only have a few hours left to celebrate Valentine’s Day or anything.”

Vision’s face scrunched up and he eyed the wall that separated the kitchen and bedroom via another room in between. “Mm, she’s got a point.”

You pursed your lips and squinted at the wall as if you would see red magic permeating it if you did so for long enough. “Do you think she X-rayed us?”

Your partner let out a short little chortle as he disentangled himself from you and looked over the box he’d managed to hang onto during your kissing session. “Even if she did, not like it’s going to be any different once we’re all in the same room together.”

“Good point,” you said. “Mm, more kisses.” You were still curious, though, so you hollered back to Wanda, “Hey, magical girl, did ya see me kiss your husband?”

All you got was a laugh back, which had you smiling.

Then you turned back to Vision, who was toying with the box’s bow, and said, “Alright, Vis, happy Valentine’s Day. Now give me your tie and your pants.”

You and Vision joined Wanda in the dining area shortly, Vision now dressed in a dark blue set of silky pajamas that matched your own shorts of the same shimmery fabric. Wanda had lit the candles not only at the dinner table but also around the rest of the house and she’d set proper places for three at the dinner table, although only two of the places had been served with simple dinner and various sweet, gaudy treats. After the three of you sat, Wanda gave Vision his cards: a beautifully designed one with a poem on the front and a lengthy handwritten letter on the inside from Wanda, a handmade one with bad Valentine’s Day puns and flustered ramblings all over it from you, and a “hand-drawn” one from Tommy and Billy that had really been drawn childishly by Wanda again as the babies were still too young to do so themselves. As he’d mentioned earlier, Vision had gifts of his own, which included a Valentine’s Day cupcake of your favorite flavor that he had snuck from work for you, cards and flowers for each of you, and a pair of inversely colored, Valentine’s Day themed stuffed puppies for the twins. With Tommy and Billy mentioned, Vision questioned their whereabouts and was surprised that Wanda had even let them out of her sight, though somewhat appreciative.

Dinner was next and went fairly quickly. You and Wanda ate a late dinner while the three of you conversed, mainly about Vision’s day and overall week but also you and Wanda explaining how you’d planned and prepared for the date without Vision being any the wiser. Vision made a comment that he, as an incredibly smart individual with a very expansive range of knowledge, should have noticed something sooner, which led to another bout of teasing from primarily you about how he’d fried his batteries when he saw his partners dressed up in pretty clothing and one of his shirts. Then topic conversations bounced around aimlessly for the rest of the time until both you and Wanda had cleaned your plates and even helped yourselves to some of the other goodies. Vision absolutely refused to let either of you do cleanup work, so you convinced Wanda to go change into something a little comfier--“At least take off those pearls and heels. Don’t really mind the rest of the outfit, though.”--and then went over to prepare the living room for movies by bringing over a few more treats to snack on, cleaning off an area for Wanda to magically project movies on the wall without clutter, and turning the couch into less of a decorative scene and more of a nest of red, white, and pink pillows and blankets.

Finally, the three of you settled onto the couch with Vision in the middle. That wouldn’t last for long, though, as you each grabbed a blanket or pillow and shifted yourselves into a big, fluffy, snuggle pile. You and Wanda managed to end up squished between Vision’s arms, where both of you could comfortably rest your heads on his chest. You could also slip an arm around Wanda and absentmindedly run your fingertips underneath the hem of the pajama shirt she now wore--another of Vision’s; it was a light blue and white striped button-down--and over the rose patterns of the sheer fabric hugging her hips. Instead of starting the movies right away, the three of you laid in comfortable silence for a while, enjoying each other’s company.

Vision briefly had to unwrap his arms to stretch and yawn, the yawn something that wasn’t entirely necessary for him. After placing them back, he murmured, “We don’t normally celebrate these types of things, do we, Wanda?”

Wanda’s eyes fluttered open; you had been watching her lay in quiet, cozy peace and she smiled sweetly at you when she caught you. “Goodness, no. We’ve proven time and time again we’re not exactly the remembering type when it comes to holidays. Holidays, events--”

“Anniversaries,” you offered with a little grin. “Especially those that coincide with meetings with bosses.”

Vision groaned softly. “A minor disaster.”

“Ended well though,” Wanda pointed out.

“And provided the idea for this whole thing,” you added.

Vision hummed thoughtfully and you felt his hand run down your back. “That so?”

“You getting flustered over sexy nightwear?” you said. “What potential.”

Wanda snickered. “What potential indeed. We broke the man.”

“Well,” Vision grumbled, his arms tightening slightly around both of you, “I assure you I’m doing fine now.”

You whispered into his chest, “Only because Wanda put on a shirt.”

Your trio broke into tired chuckles, which then faded into warm silence. It continued for a few moments before Vision pointed out that the movie-watching part of the night didn’t necessarily need to happen.”

That you sitting up and reaching for a movie list you’d compiled much earlier in the day.

“We must watch at least one movie,” you demanded, “and that movie is Grease.”

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of-a-chaotic-mind · 3 years

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Lucky

Summary: A new recruit ends up falling in love with Clint.

TW/CW: Clint Barton x Reader

Requested?: Nah fam

Word Count: 1,253

A/N: So obviously, he doesn’t have a wife and kids in this one. My mom started obsessing over Jeremy Renner the other day and in the process my own old crush on Hawkeye came back and this idea came out of it. There might end up being a part two bc I kind of have an idea for Endgame but I’m still working on making it coherent and deciding things for it. Anyway, I hope you like it, love to all, and as always Requests are Open!

Your POV

I made my way down to the training room with Nat. I had recently been recruited by Fury because of my enhanced abilities. Upon entering the room, I find Clint, Steve, and Tony all standing around an assortment of weapons. Today, we’re supposed to be choosing me a weapon. The only thing I got is enhanced hearing and sight and a slight boost in my strength a weapon is essential.

Steve tries to hand me a gun but I shake my head no. He raises an eyebrow, “Why not?”

“I’ve shot guns before. They hurt my ears too much,” I respond.

Nat nods, “Okay, makes sense. What about these?”

She goes to hand me a couple of swords but Tony intercepts them, “Nope, we do not want Lucky here tripping and literally falling on their own sword.” Lucky is the nickname and super name that the team gave me because I’m the exact opposite. I find it funny so I let it stick. I’m super clumsy and often find myself in trouble and not even sure how I got there.

Clint steps away from the group and retrieves a bow from the rack of equipment as well as some arrows. He returns and hands them to me. They feel familiar in my hands. It’s almost like riding a bike, except I’ve never shot a bow and arrow before. He pushes me towards the target, “Let’s see what you got.”

I notch an arrow and pull back the string. I focus and aim for the center of the target. I take a deep breath in and then let it out as I also let the arrow fly. It hits dead center. Clint nods, but he seems unimpressed, “Now do it again.” I notch a second arrow, pull back the string, aim for center, breathe in, breathe out and release and this arrow drives right down the shaft of the last one.

With shock on my face, I look at Clint, “I didn’t aim for that to happen.”

“You’re a natural. Guys, we’ve found her weapon,” he states.

Over the next several weeks, I train frequently with Nat for combat and Clint for archery. Nat and I have become really good friends and spend a lot of our time together even when we’re not training. Clint on the other hand always seems ready to get the training over with and then avoids me the rest of the time. Today, we’re going on my first mission with the team. I suit up in my black and yellow outfit and grab my bow and quiver of arrows before making my way to the hangar.

“Ah, Lucky, I want you sticking close to Clint today. I’ve noticed you learn best by observing so watching him in the field will help you learn how to operate out there yourself,” Steve says as I take a seat across from Clint on the Quinjet. Clint only rolls his eyes as he mumbles, “Great babysitting duty.” I ignore him and talk to Nat about some of the skills we’ve been working on.

Sometime later, I find myself in the heat of the battle. Turning around, I notice Clint taking down a whole fleet of bots as one approaches from behind him. I rush over and stand with my back to his as I fire a shot at the approaching attacker. As aimed, I hit it right in the center of the head and it fritzes out before dropping to the ground. Behind me, Clint mumbles a thanks and I chuckle, “Bet you’re glad you got babysitting duty now, huh?” He doesn’t answer and instead heads to meet up with the others and I follow suit.

Since I saved his ass on that mission, Clint has warmed up to me. We don’t really talk much but I find that we don’t need to. Our silence is always comfortable and I even find myself constantly wanting to be around him. He even lets me hang out in the vents with him, which is where we find ourselves today. In the dim light, he grins as he lays down his hand of cards, "Straight Flush.”

I sigh, “Sorry, Royal Flush beats Straight Flush.”

I lay down my cards for him to see and he looks at me in shock, “How do you do that? Every hand we’ve played, you’ve had the next thing above mine to beat me.”

I shrug, “I don’t know. I guess I'm just lucky.”

As he gathers and shuffles the cards, he says, seemingly more to himself than to me, “We really should start dating.”

I have to look up at his face to make sure he’s not joking before I ask, “Then, why haven’t you asked me?”

He looks up from the cards with a grin on his face, “Okay, (Y/N), will you be mine?”

I grin right back and nod, “Of course, you dork.”

A few weeks later, we’re once again playing poker in the vents when we hear Steve yell, “Clint! (Y/N)! Could you guys meet us in the conference room please?” With this, we gather our cards and begin crawling our way to the conference room vent cover. Once we reach it, Clint drops down first and I follow right behind him.

“So, that’s where you two have been hiding,” Nat says with a strange grin on her face.

“We have a mission,” Steve says before diving right into the mission briefing. Said mission is another Hydra base take down.

A good while later, we’re in the thick of the battle once more when I hear Nat yell over the coms, “Clint’s hit!” I start mowing my way towards my best friend and boyfriend as I hear Nat ask over the com, “Somebody want to deal with that bunker?” I drop to one knee beside the two, still firing at enemies who try to get near, as Nat applies pressure to Clint’s wound.

I lose track of how long it is before we get Clint to Dr. Cho and she starts fixing him up. A few jokes are said to ease the tension but for me they go in one ear and out the other as I struggle to remain calm. I can’t lose Clint, not now. His joke is the first to reach me and bring my focus back to reality, “No, no, no. I'm going to live forever. I'm gonna be made of plastic.” I lock eyes with him and laugh softly.

He looks away as Tony hands him something, “Here’s your beverage.”

Clint looks back to me and takes a sip of the drink as Dr. Cho speaks up, “You'll be made of you, Mr. Barton. Your own girlfriend won't be able to tell the difference.”

Clint gives me a knowing look as he responds, “Well, I don't have a girlfriend.” He and I had decided to not tell the team we were together until we got more comfortable with it ourselves.

Later, after the party and Ultron’s escape Clint and I are talking in the hallway; we haven’t had much alone time since he got hurt. He looks around before pulling up his shirt, “What do you think? Can you tell the difference?”

I run my finger over the area that Dr. Cho fixed, “Almost but not really. I can’t see it but I can just barely feel it.”

He laughs before pulling me into a hug and just as we pull away, Steve walks by, “Hey, I think we might have something.”

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xsugarysweetsx · 3 years

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ℭ𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯 8

A/N; all characters are above 18!

Warning; protective Iwa; Implied smut; tense moment; reader faints near the end

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About a week 1/2 later

Let’s just say you both have been having very passionate nights together. You’ve both been a little rougher, but he rather be gentle and soft, it was more intimate.

“Sleep well, my queen“ he whispered laying a kiss to your forehead as you slept. He pulls the covers over your bare body to keep you warm. Even though he was a king he wanted to keep himself in the best shape he could. Every morning he would go down to the training are on his own to train himself.

It kept him in shape and prepared for anything. After that small incident, he’s been going more often. Not as a king, but as your husband, he wanted to protect and keep you safe. He wakes just as the sun started to rise on these days. He really did try to wake up but at the same time he wanted to stay in bed with you.

Sleeping with you was one of his favorite things to do. To hold you close, keep you warm, it just made him feel good and sleep better.

As he swung the sword to and fro he thought back to how you’ve both grown together. He’s happy someone like you was able to change him. Yet at the same time, he felt bad for forcing you into this marriage. You should have been able to chose him out of free will. His heart felt the guilt weigh in because you truly deserved the best.

“Hajime?“ a small sleepy voice called out, turning around he sees you. Standing at the doorway rubbing the sleep from your eyes, in your nightgown with one of his robes to keep you warm.

“Y/N what are you doing out of bed“ he lowered his sword walking over to you and wrapping his arms around you “It’s cold this morning” your arms wrap around his neck and you press your lips to his

“The bed was cold without you in it...what are you doing?“ you ask looking down to his sword

“Training to keep you safe,“ he kissed you back “You want to try?“

“Me? I’ve never held a sword before“ he circles around you and gives you the heavy metal object in your hands. He wraps his arms around yo so he can help you hold the sword up. He picks it up with you and do what he was doing before. You could barely keep up with the moves he knew making you both laugh.

“I think I can be the captain of you knights“ you joke

“Only the finest for my army“ he teased kissing you on the cheek. Then littering the spot with kisses again. “but, you should go back and sleep. The ball is today.“

That’s right, his family members and other royals came once a year for a grand party. Typically there was no reason for it but other times there was. This time you were a prime reason. Hearing about your marriage they thought it was only right to meet this new king Hajime had married

“Right, I almost forgot about that..“ he knew he first time you met his family it wasn’t the best. Especially because you still resented him then, but today will be different. He’ll dance with you properly, and make you smile, and will let it be know just who you were to him.

“You’ll be fine, now go and get some sleep, I’ll see you at breakfast“ he kissed your forehead. As you walk away he gives a playful yet firm slap and grip to your ass making you shriek

“Hey! That stays in the bedroom!“ you say trying not to let a smile crack and he simply chuckled watching you leave again. It was clear to say your rear was only one of his favorite spots on you

“Mmm that ass is all mine..“ he spoke to himself

“Yes and don’t say that when I’m around please...“ whipping his head around Oikawa stood there with an uncomfortable face after hearing what he said. “She really turned you around, huh”

“I-I don’t know what you’re talking about...” Hajime brushed it off but Oikawa knew better

“Whatever you say your highness, by the way your dress and suit is ready for tonight and will be brought to your room”

“Thank you, so who exactly is coming?“

“Oh, that reminds me, Lilia will be attending...“ he said with a worried expression

“Oh gods not her....“ he groaned

Now you see, Lilia has always had a major crush on Hajime. Even back then he wasn’t into her. She was the snobby spoiled brat who got everything she wanted, when she wanted. She had asked her father to make Hajime marry her and obviously he said no. Now that he had you he could only imagine what kind of chaos she’ll make.

Luckily for him, you knew how to maintain yourself. If you had to put her in place, he wouldn’t stop you.

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“Hajime are you almost ready?“ you call out having a final look in the mirror fixing yourself up where it was needed.

“Do we seriously have to go, we can tell Oikawa to tell them we’re sick“ he groaned coming to you half dressed and wrapping his arms around your waist “I just want to lay here with you“

“Hajime, we’ve been getting noise complaints from the poor staff and I don’t think we should keep distur-“

“They’re busy aren’t they?“ he nipped at your ear making those butterflies flutter. Damn, you never fail to make him go wild do you? Oikawa was right about the dress. It hugged your figure perfectly, bringing out each curve he loved. Especially you bust for that matter, filthy noblemen better keep their eyes anywhere but there.

Before you could make a move or say something you felt a bit lightheaded and stumbled forward a little.Your hand holding your forehead

“Whoa, are you okay? Should I get the medic??” Hajime was now on high alter seeing you even a little off “The party can go to hell, lay down and-“

“Hajime I’m fine, just a little lightheaded, maybe I’m just hungry.“ you reassure him “Really, I’m okay“

“Alright, but if you feel even the slightest bit ill, you come and tell me.“ you nod and help him to finally finish dressing.

You were excited ti show everyone how fr you’ve come but you were also dreading it as well. Clipping his necklace together your hands rest on his chest and you smile up at him. He takes one of your hands and kisses your knuckles.

“come on your majesty, let’s greet your people.“ you joke taking his elbow into your hand and walking to the door. You could hear chatter starting to grow louder as you approach the doorway covered by velvet curtains. You take a deep breath and put on a gentle smile. The curtains open an the announcer spoke loudly

“All hail King Hajime Iwaizumi and Queen Y/N Iwaizumi.“ You both descend the short steps as everyone bows and curtsy as you past by. One girl in particular stayed standing with her arms crossed a scowl on her face. Her mother then forced her to curtsy which she did with a sour look. Making it across the room and to your thrones, Hajime helps you sit and he takes the seat himself.

Oikawa then came to Hajime and placed his crown upon his head. Rose came to your side and placed your- oh yes, you had given Rose position as your assistant. She is currently being taught to be an adviser.

After formalities from nobles, about an hour passed, and gods were you bored. Families and couple come to congratulate and give you their blessings on your marriage. The strength in your relationship didn’t go unnoticed by familiar faces. They cold tell you both had become closer, they could almost see the resemblance of their past king and queen. You both even got up to mingle with everyone, it was clear to say there was envy.

Envy that you were married to Hajime and not available to other men. Envy over you from other women who wished to be as alluring as you. Although after meeting you they find you to be very kind and warmed up to you. That was until,

“Hajime!“ a high pitched voice made you both jump and spin around.

A girl around your age with blonde hair and stinging honey almost yellow eyes, and a dress that seemed too tight for her figure. Taking from how her chest looked suffocated in the corset to appear bigger. You could already feel her venom coursing through you veins, leaving a bitter taste in your mouth.

“Hello..Lilia uh, how have you been” he said stiffly pulling you closer to his side. He just needed to get enough hints across that she had no chance in the picture.

“Fine, I’ve missed you though“ she smiles at him as if you weren’t there “You’ve gotten more handsome over the years“

“Oh Y/N! It’s time for the dance come on darling.“ he rushed making sure to say darling loud enough. He pulls you to the dance floor and gets into position. Your hand on his shoulder the other holding his as his other hand stayed on your waist. Pulling you close he starts to sway with you

“So, what was that about?“ you asked your surprisingly shaken husband. He was obviously annoyed and wanted to leave as soon as she started flirting.

“Nothing...she just..*sigh* she liked me and probably still does. I just don’t want her to ruin anything“ he admits as you waltz across the floor. This was only the second time you danced with him only, it felt different. He wanted to be close to you, he wanted this moment together. The way the soft music filled your ears, and how his arm wrapped around you bringing you close.

It was magical.

By the end of the song he pulled you in and kissed you deeply. Some whistles could be heard among the crowd of claps and cheers. You started to get hungry and eyed some delicious food at the table. You whisper into his ear that you wanted some food and that you would be at the table

“Maybe you should wait and we can both go“ yes, even with family he was very protective over you. It was a new environment and new people, not to mention a girl who was close to obsessed with him.

“Hajime, I’ll be fine, you can see me from here okay? Besides,” you peck his lips “My knight can come and save me right?”

He chuckled “Of course I will, just...be careful” you nod at him and make your way to the table. Even though you were a queen, your appetite said otherwise. It’s hard to eat just a salad when the chefs were so talented. There were fresh fruits, cooked meats, breads, soups, cakes, treats, endless, just plates of food!

“Are you enjoying yourself?“ a sudden cold voice called as you reached for some cake. Spinning around it was his aunt Joan

“O-oh, just fine. Everyone is really nice“ you try to keep your composure

“I see you and Hajime are..“ she was looking for the right words

“We’re getting along. In fact we love each other very much.“ for whatever reason, she seemed irritated “How have you been Joan“

“Busy. You may want to watch your appetite, a queen must stay presentable for her kingdom and people, not to mention your husband.“ you knew this lady was rude and blunt but what was she inferring to?

“Hajime likes when I eat, he says I could be 200 pounds or 95 pounds and he’d still love me“ you said confidently.

“Oh please, if anything you only look royalty“ why did the spoiled brat have to come too. “maybe he’s just using you and looking for a real princess, like me“ she sneered flipping her hair

Hajime was in the middle of a conversation when he looked over to you. There you were being talked to by his aunt and Lilia. He gave his glass of wine to one of the guests and starts walking over there. The closer he came the more he could see and hear.

“You nothing but a little peasant rat who’s the king’s play thing. I bet you’re just after his riches.” you could feel the sting to the point your eyes start to water “Joan was right about you, you’re just a pitiful whore who-“

“Excuse me.“ Hajime’s powerful voice echos causing the party to come to a halt. He opened his arm motioning for you to come to him. You walk a bit fast and to his side where his arm comes protectively around you holding you close.

“H-Hajime-“

“How dare you speak to my wife that way. Who do you think you are speaking ill of her after I invite you here as a guest.“ he scolds her as she almost seems to shrink

“B-but haji...“

“Lilia, I love Y/N and that is final. Nothing can change my mind, not even you joan”

Her parents then come rushing over and fall to their knees begging for forgiveness

“Please your majesty forgive our daughter“

“She is but a child and doesn’t know what she is saying“

Her father then stood and took your hand “On behalf of Lilia I humbly apologize my queen“

“I um..“

“Father!“

“Sir please get up from the floor“

Your head begins to spin from everything going on. From the apologies to the crying of Lilia and Hajime trying to calm everyone down, to the growing chatter of the room.

“Hajime please...“ you hide your face into his side “please...“

darkness consumes you as you faint and fall down his side

“Y/N/? Y/N?! Y/N!!“ Hajime calls out for you he drops to his knees and cradles you

“no...please open your eyes...” you were still breathing so that was good. He picks you up in his arms and looks for Oikawa. No words were needed and he quickly went to get the Royal healer.

“Dismiss everyone please.” He said quietly to Rose taking you up to his and your room. Meanwhile Rose made the announcement to everyone that the party had ended.

As he walked down the hall with you in his arms. His eyes water as his heart races. The his was al too familiar and he didn’t like it. He laid you down and stripped you out of your clothes. He died his best to get you in something comfortable and wash your face.

He sat at your side holding your hand close to his lips. The last time someone he loved was bedridden was when his mother was in her final fighting days. He couldn’t help but let a few tears fall. He knew he should have stayed with you, just Lilia being there was a sign.

“Iw- your majesty, the healer you requested” Oikawa announced coming inside with an elder looking woman. Oh does he recognize her alright

“Ah the prince, i seen you’ve grown much from when you were just a child” she said coming to your said checking to see if you had a temperature. Hajime stayed quiet as he watched her carefully

“Mmmm” you groan starting to wake up

“Y/N! Are you alright? Did you eat something bad?” He asked frantically about

“Mmm Im dizzy...and I feel sick..” it’s not what he wanted to hear

“What’s wrong with her?” He asked the woman desperate for answers

“I have a suspicion but you men need to step out for a moment-”

“I’m not leaving her.” He cuts her off

“Young man I have been in castle longer than you have been alive. I know what I am doing and your wife requires her privacy for it.” He said taking a stand to the stubborn king. It was true she was even the one to deliver him when he was born.

“Hajime, I’ll be okay...you can see me after” you reassured him. Hesitant and desperate were never a good combination. He reset his forehead against yours and kissed your lips gently.

“I love you..my dove.” He whispered against your lips kissing you once again

“And I love you my king” he lets your hand go and walks out of the room with Oikawa. The door closes with a silent click. The halls were deafeningly silent. Hajime sat in a chair, folded his hands and waited like a hunter stalking its prey.

He would sit there all night if he had to. If it meant making sure you were okay.

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A Jily wedding | Wolfstar

Summary: Slices of life leading up to Jily’s wedding

Pairing: Sirius Black x Remus Lupin / James Potter x Lily Evans

Word count: 2589

James, Sirius and Peter sat at a table at the Leaky Cauldron, drinking beers and celebrating James' last days as an unmarried man.

''I can't believe you're getting married. Married!''

James rolled his eyes and finished the last of his beer. ''Shut up, Pads.''

''I mean, who would've thought you'd end up marrying Evans. All those years of trying and failing to get her on a date finally gave something.''

On the other side of the table, Peter snickered, remembering how desperate James had always been for her during their years at Hogwarts. Someone will without a fail mention it during their speech at the wedding. There were so many good stories about James Potter's grand flirting techniques - and failures -, it would be a shame to not share some with their guests.

''Moony, where are our beers?'' James called out to him.

''Coming!'' he replied from the bar, only now receiving the tall glasses. ''You're getting the next round,'' he told Peter when he sat down.

Sirius wrapped an arm around his shoulders and toasted to James - again.

''I don't get it. How can you be so calm about this? You're getting fucking married in twelve days, Prongs!''

The closer they were to their wedding day, the less nervous James was - unlike Lily who was a nervous wreck, planning everything with his mother. Sometimes, she'd ask his opinion on things like cake toppers or flowers, but James always told her the same thing: I don't care, do what you please. To some, it could pass like he was behaving like an ass, but he truly didn't care whether there were white or blue or yellow flowers on the table-centers. To him, all that mattered was that his beautiful fiancé would become his wife at the end of the ceremony. That Lily Evans would become Lily Potter. The rest...was just confetti.

''Is Petunia coming?''

Remus Lupin knew nothing about weddings, but, unlike the other marauders, he was helpful. He had come to the Potters' to help Lily with some last minute preparations like the final seating chart and making sure everything was in order for next week - and she couldn't be more thankful.

Lily looked down. ''No. She...she isn't,'' she replied, feeling her eyes welled with tears.

Remus pursed his lips into a thin line, now regretting asking. ''I'm sorry.''

''She made her choice a long time ago. I don't know why I ever thought for a second that she'd send a positive RSVP...''

''She's your sister. You're allowed to be upset.''

''I thought she could make an exception for one day, for my big day, and put her hatred against the wizarding world aside, but I guess not.''

Family was a difficult subject for Lily Evans. Mainly her relationship with her sister, Petunia. They used to be very close, but her witch abilities put a strain between and their relationship had kept deteriorating until they became completely distant.

Two years ago, Lily - alongside James - had attended Petunia and Vernon's wedding. Although they hadn't talked the whole night, Lily saw this as a step into rekindling their relationship, but Petunia had proven wrong when she didn't return the favor and checked the RSVP as 'no' for Lily's wedding.

''My parents cannot make it to my wedding either. It's so sad to think that on my big day I won't have any family there to see me walk down the aisle. I don't even have someone to give me away to James-'' She pushed her face in her hands, more upset than she let on.

Remus' heart broke at the sight of a crying Lily, five days before her wedding. She didn't deserve this. She deserved a beautiful wedding with all of her loved ones in the attendance. A wedding filled with love and happiness.

He squeezed her forearm. ''You have me. I can be your family for one day.''

At Hogwarts, she and Remus had become best friends - much to James' jealousy. Their friendship wasn't to the marauders' level, but they were very close - thanks to being both prefects, and studying and potion partners.

If James were there, he'd add that they were both bookworms too.

Lily raised her head, the couple tears she had let slip now visible. ''You'd do that?''

Remus nodded. Yeah, he'd do that.

This morning, a letter had arrived from Madam Malkin announcing that their robes were finished being crafted and that the boys could come in and try them on in the afternoon.

The accent color of the wedding was a rich purple-y red color which somehow suited everyone. When Madam Malkin revealed the robes to the marauders, they were pleasantly surprised and excited to try them on.

Everyone's robes were different while being cohesive, just like their personalities. The base of the outfit was simple: white shirt and black trousers - except for Peter who was the ring bearer. James, as the groom, had a cloak, a vest - matching with his best man - and a bow tie. Instead of a bow tie, Sirius and Remus had matching ties. Remus also had suspenders instead of a vest because Lily prefered that for him - and, according to Sirius, he looked fine.

''How do I look?'' James asked, standing in front of the floor length mirror and perfecting the cloak over his shoulders.

''It looks nice. But, won't you get hot in this?'' Peter replied, slouched in one of the chairs, munching on some snacks and leaving crumbs on his nice dress shirt.

''Probably. I'm only wearing the cloak for the ceremony, though. Padfoot? Moony, what do you thi-'' James turned around and groaned, seeing the two kissing in the corner. ''Bloody hell, can you two not suck faces for ten minutes?''

At James' voice, Remus pulled away and looked down, sheepish. ''Sorry.'' His lips were slightly red and a piece of his hair was sticking up at the back.

Sirius, on the other hand, was unbothered and still staring at Remus as if he was some bone to munch on. ''If Evans hadn't put Moony in bloody suspenders and fit trousers, it wouldn't be an issue,'' he defended, taking a seat beside Peter. ''Have you seen his ass-''

''I don't want to hear it!'' James interrupted before Sirius could finish, raising his hands to cover his ears like a child.

Madam Malkin appeared in the fitting area. ''Everything alright here? I heard screaming.''

''All good, Madam Malkin,'' Remus replied politely with a small smile, hoping she hadn't noticed his burning cheeks.

Sirius looked smug and Peter was snickering in his seat, amused by the situation.

''If one of you tears or stain anything before the wedding, you'll be paying for the repairs,'' James warned them - Peter included.

One week before the wedding, James did the unthinkable and walked in on Lily trying on her dress. It wasn't intentional - he didn't even know she was home -, but Mrs. Potter had shooed him out of the room quickly, screaming that it was bad luck to see the bride in her dress before the wedding.

''I didn't even see the dress!'' he promised from the other side of the door. ''But, just so you know, I'd still marry you if you were wearing a pillow case.''

Lily had laughed. She was going to marry that idiot. ''And you better have a dress robes when I see you at the altar, Potter.''

''So...who's next?''

''Next what?'' Remus asked, confused.

''Who's the next marauder to tie the knot?''

''Well, Peter. But I suggest you take a seat because that's not happening for a long time. Have you seen him flirt with Dorcas? He can't even pick up that she isn't interested in boys!''

They both bursted laughing.

''It must be you, then.''

Remus choked on his tea, almost spittering it all on himself. ''You know Sirius and I can't get married, Evans.''

''Not now, obviously.''

''Even if we could, marriage isn't Sirius and I's deal. We love each other very much, but have no intention on getting married - ever.''

Although it could sound nice to call Sirius his husband, Sirius' view on marriage had been heavily tainted because of his family and blood purity obsession. In the Noble House of Black, you didn't marry out of love, but to keep the bloodline pure. Toujour pur.

A few years ago, his parents had even tried to force him into marrying his cousin, Narcissa. Sirius had found it morally disgusting and was very thankful when Narcissa married Lucius Malfoy.

''He might changed his mind for you.''

''How was your afternoon with Lily? Has she gone all bridezilla yet?'' Sirius asked when he heard the door of his and Remus' shared flat open and close.

Remus chuckled as he removed his boots. ''Surprisingly, no. She'd have all the reasons to, though. She received some last minute RSVPs and has nowhere to place them on the seating chart, the florists got the wrong colors for the arrangements and the Ceremony Official mixed up his dates and Lily and James' date isn't available anymore,'' he explained. ''If I were her, I'd be crying on the floor - but don't tell her that.''

Sirius laughed and went around the counter to greet Remus properly, abandoning the sandwich he was making himself. ''Your secret's safe with me, love.'' He kissed Remus who scrunched his nose, smelling a mix of exhaust and leather on his boyfriend.

''You've taken out the motorcycle?''

''Yeah. I went on a ride with Prongs. We came up with a genius idea to drive him to the altar on my motorcycle, but there's very small chances Lily will let us.''

''With reason.''

Much like Remus, Lily wasn't a fan of that motorcycle. Motorcycles itself were dangerous and had a high risk of fatalities, but Sirius' was huge and fast and could fly, which made it ten times more dangerous. Plus, James and Sirius were very reckless on that motorcycle and had once been chased by muggle authorities.

The ceremony went on smoothly - if you don't count Peter almost dropping the rings. James had shed a few tears when he saw Lily in her white dress and Lily didn't forget her vows, which she had been nervous about. Her memory wasn't the best under stress.

After saying 'I do', everyone had moved to the magically enlarged ball room for the reception. As expected, the place was beautiful. Rich purple-y red and white flower arrangements, chic drapes, floating lights and a massive cake.

Like expected, Sirius had filled his best man speech with embarrassing anecdotes of the couple - mainly on James' end. He did tease a bit Lily too - otherwise it wouldn't have been fair -, but he was harder on James, as expected. The guests had laughed and James was embarrassed, which was all Sirius wanted.

''You just wait for payback on your wedding day, Padfoot,'' James threatened as they shared a shoulder hug.

Lily might not have gone all bridezilla on her wedding planning, but she insisted on handing her guests a list of rules for the night. There weren't too many and they were simple and basic. No pranks. No gorging yourselves at the buffet table. No exhibitionism. No drunken speeches. No getting so wasted you can't walk. No white for the women attending.

Some were specifically hinted toward one or more people, but she figured that all their guests could use those rules.

Lily had joined Remus at a table as the guests danced to rest her sore feet. She had charmed her shoes before putting them on so they wouldn't hurt her feet from wearing them all night, but the charm must've worn out by now.

''Mrs. Potter,'' Remus greeted, nodding his head.

The redhead chuckled and took a sip of her champagne. ''That's me.''

''You look beautiful, Lily. Radiant.''

''I can't believe I'm married, Remus. Married! This is insane.'' She smiled and took another sip.

A few feet from them, Sirius' shirt was halfway unbuttoned and his tie was undone as he danced with James, a drink in his left hand. His hair was pulled into a messy half-up, too hot to let them down fully, and Remus watched with discouragement and endearment. They looked ridiculous.

''Seeing this makes me regret what I just willingly signed up for.''

Remus laughed. ''Worry not, we're in this together.''

''They look like idiots.''

They laughed and James held on to Sirius who's drink tilted and almost made a mess. Sirius brought it up to his lips and kept on dancing with his best friend.

''You think Sirius will make it till the end of the night? How many drinks has he had?''

At this moment, Sirius tripped on his own foot, making him vacillate and almost falling. More than he should've.

''I'll handle him,'' Remus assured.

When Remus decided it was enough, he pried Sirius from the room and led him to one of the couches in a secluded part of the ball room to - hopefully - sober up before going home.

Lily had offered them a sobering potion, but Remus had declined it, knowing Sirius would be annoyed and want to drink more after - which he really shouldn't if he doesn't want to get alcohol poisoning. It wasn't his first time dealing with a drunk Sirius - and he didn't really mind. He was easy enough to manage.

Sirius' head rested against the high armrest of the couch, sprawled like his bones had been replaced with jelly. Drunk and dazed, he reached out for his boyfriend and dragged him down with him, making Remus squeal in surprise.

Sirius took hold of his hand and brought it to his face and leaned into it as Remus sat on his lap.

''Where's your tie?'' Remus asked, not seeing the silky strip around his neck.

Sirius looked down and shrugged, only now noticing that it was in fact not there anymore. He shrugged, not caring much about the lost tie. It's not like he had planned to wear it again.

''You're very drunk.''

''And you're very pretty.'' Sirius wrapped his arms around Remus' neck and started kissing his jaw lovingly and drunkenly. ''I love you, Moony.''

In his last stage of drunkenness, Sirius Black was a needy and affectionate drunk - before blacking out, that is. Once he was past the goofing with James stage, he was the neediest person, wanting nothing else than to hug, cuddle and kiss everybody he knew - especially Remus.

He'd look around the room, searching for Remus just so he could wrap his arms around him and kiss his face and flirt with him. To love and be loved in return. It was all a drunk Sirius wanted - needed.

Remus tried to resist Sirius' kissing and pulled away, insisting on keeping his promise to Lily and following her wedding rules. He looked down at the raven haired wizard, seeing clearly how much of a mess he looked with pieces of hair were falling into his heavy eyes, a soft smile across his lips and the smooth skin of his chest on display from his half buttoned shirt.

''Shall we go home?'' Remus took a piece of Sirius' hair and twirled it around his fingers.

Sirius shook his head in protest, feeling the effects of alcohol dissipate a little. ''Wanna stay a little more,'' he said...only to change his mind less than a minute later, which made Remus laugh.

''Let's go say goodbye to the newlyweds, first.'' Remus helped him get up from the couch and walked back to the party area.

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some-lists · 4 years

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Ranking all the Mighty Morphin’ Power Rangers

Go Go Power Rangers! I felt it was time for another 90’s throwback. Today I’m ranking all the Power Rangers from Mighty Morphin’ Power Rangers. Just about every 90’s kid was obsessed with this show. It was a phenomenon. It started out with the original five in its first season. As the show went on, we saw a number of replacements added to the cast.

As a child, I had my definite favorites based on my childhood memories. I later rewatched the series as an adult and my perspective on the characters really changed. This is my ranking based on what I observed as an adult looking back.

10. Kat Hillard (Pink Ranger)

Kat had the unfortunate task of filling Kimberly’s shoes as the new Pink Ranger. She was doomed from the start. The writers introduced the character as a villain -- a fellow student under an evil spell to undo the Pink Ranger. It made us not like her from the very beginning. Kat eventually grew into her role, especially in the following seasons of Zeo and Turbo. But initially, she felt like an imposter who literally did not fit the suit.

9. Aisha Campbell (Yellow Ranger)

I liked Aisha as a kid. I liked her sassy attitude and that she was girly and short. After watching the show again as an adult, I realized how completely useless she was as a ranger. She had no fighting ability whatsoever, couldn’t do any flips, and didn’t offer any brain power either. I actually felt embarrassed watching her fight scenes.

8. Rocky DeSantos (Red Ranger)

I think Rocky got a raw deal as the new Red Ranger. Many viewers were used to seeing the Red Ranger as a leader. However, when Rocky was introduced, he was just another ranger on the side. I don’t think this was his fault as Jason had already been demoted as leader after Tommy became the White Ranger. As a kid, I liked Rocky. I didn’t mind him as an adult either. His taekwondo skills were actually better than Jason’s. He was faster, more agile, could kick higher, and do more flips. Unfortunately, as one of the replacement rangers, he was always in the background.

7. Jason Lee Scott (Red Ranger)

Ranking Jason this low is gonna shock some die hard fans. As a kid, I absolutely loved Jason. He was one of my favorite rangers. I thought he was a great leader and strong fighter. He was the glue who got his team to work together. I especially preferred him as a leader over Tommy. But when I rewatched the show as an adult, I realized he really didn’t do anything! He had maybe two episodes about him. One was about him bench pressing a world record where he lifted weights the entire episode. That’s pretty much all he ever did. He lifted weights, punched bags, and occasionally taught a karate class or two. Essentially, he was there to flex his muscles and not much else. Even his sword, which I remembered being so cool, was pretty much useless. That was a big eye opener for me. I was also disappointed to see that his taekwondo skills weren’t as great as I remembered them. He was really slow, kinda clunky. Overall, Jason deserved better than what we was given.

6. Billy Cranston (Blue Ranger)

As the resident brain, Billy managed to invent the team’s communicators, which were also teleportation devices, and a flying car. He often operated the computers at the Command Center along with Alpha-5. It’s fair to say he contributed significantly to the team. He was a weak fighter in the beginning, but somehow became a super ripped expert gymnast by the end of his run. The show never explained that, but it was never a realistic show anyway.

5. Adam Park (Black Ranger)

I remember not liking Adam very much as a child. He was so quiet, shy, and often in the back as one of the replacement rangers. In my child mind that meant he was boring. However, as an adult, I realized how awesome he really was. First of all, he was way cute and I didn’t even see it before. He was smart and often operated the Command Center along with Billy (good ole Asian stereotyping). But mostly, he was an incredible fighter. His Shaolin kung fu style was a beauty to behold. His kicks, spins, and flips were so quick, effortless, and graceful. He had the best line in the movie: “I’m a frog,” which turned out to be the best zord as well. As the seasons went on (especially into Zeo and Turbo), he became much stronger, more confident, and a lot funnier too.

4. Zack Taylor (Black Ranger)

Zack is seriously underrated. He had a great personality. He was the life of the party, a great dancer, and funny. He even created his own martial arts style called Hip Hop Kido. He especially shined in the second season as he incorporated his karate with dance moves and incredible acrobatics. In my opinion, he was a way better fighter than Jason. If he had been given the proper treatment, Zack would’ve been on the same level as Tommy. After Zack left the show, the cast wasn’t nearly as fun.

3. Trini Kwan (Yellow Ranger)

Original Yellow Ranger Trini was the best. She was strong, brave, and intelligent. She had a spiritual side to her that was cool, calm, mature, and classy. She had natural leadership skills that were completely overlooked. I’d even say that when unmorphed, she was the true leader. She often stepped up and encouraged the other members no matter what situation they were in. She could understand Billy’s nerd talk and translated for the team. She also kicked serious butt. She became a big role model for many Asian American girls, as she was one of the first Asian American actresses with a visible role on television.

2. Tommy Oliver (Green & White Ranger)

I loved Tommy as the Green Ranger. His karate took the show to the next level. He was super bad ass and totally convincing as a villain. That evil laugh was perfect. Even after becoming good, the writers found a way to keep him around. His weakening powers and ultimately losing his powers gave him a tragic appeal. His relationship with Kimberly was also super cute. He was an exciting fighter and a compelling character. But, I didn’t really like him as the White Ranger. Once he became the White Ranger and the new team leader, he became a lot less interesting. He no longer had a real story. His martial arts was always top notch, but compared to the Green Ranger, White Ranger Tommy was too perfect and a lot more boring. Separately, I would’ve ranked White Ranger Tommy after Adam, but Green Ranger Tommy was awesome. Like I said, he elevated the show.

1. Kimberly Hart (Pink Ranger)

Kimberly was such a popular character. She was loved by girls who wanted to be like her, and by boys who had a crush on her. As an adult, I could easily see why and I was actually really surprised. She was hands down the star of the show. She had the most episodes dedicated to her out of all the rangers. Even when the episode wasn’t about her, she often saved the day with her bow and arrow. Seriously. She saves the team in almost every episode. Even though she wasn’t the strongest fighter unmorphed, her gymnastics skills were crazy impressive. Overall, she was the most valuable and consistent ranger on the team. Without her, they would’ve been toast.

Overall Thoughts

First of all, I couldn’t believe how poor quality the show was. They obviously reused the same footage over and over again. Even more unbelievable is how we all believed it as kids! But that cheesiness is now one of the best aspects of the show.

I was also surprised by how much the show favored certain characters over others. Kimberly had the most spotlight, followed by Billy. When Tommy showed up, it became all about him. Zack and Trini were tied for second to last place for air time. Jason was dead last. He was barely even in the show. It’s no wonder the three were unhappy and left the show when they did.

Rewatching the series also made me realize how much the movies glorified Tommy at the expense of the Pink Ranger. In the first film that meant Kimberly, who I mentioned in this list was an incredibly strong character. In the Turbo movie, they weakened Kat for Tommy to rescue her as well. That’s super disappointing as the show offered some really cool role models for young girls.

One thing I appreciated about the female rangers was how feminine they were. Kimberly was a fashion crazy mall rat, but she was never diminished for it. It just happened to be her personality. It was never a weakness. None of the girls were expected to act like boys in order to be strong. Later in Zeo and Turbo, Tanya was more tomboyish. She naturally excelled at sports and that was really cool too.

Overall, I was impressed by how much stunts these young actors did. The putty scenes were my favorite. We got to see the real actors (not costumed stunt doubles) do all their own stunts. They were all talented martial artists of various styles and masterful gymnasts. As the show progressed, so did the choreography. I can understand why the actors complained about not being paid enough.

Today, most of the newer Power Rangers shows don’t do their own stunts like the originals did. They’re a lot more flashier as well with explosions going off in every episode. Even though the budget is higher and the actors have more rights now, it doesn’t beat the nit and grit or the talent of the original Mighty Morphin’ Power Rangers.

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blacktotheblueside · 4 years

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(Ex) Bobby

Summary: you just ready for bobby tah GO!!!! But he fine so you don’t know...

I was an actress that was challenging myself, I was obsessed with Korean dramas and wanted to play a part in one so my management brought me to South Korea around 3 years ago and in those years I was in a few kdramas, movies and in a public relationship with iKon’s one and only bobby. We’re currently broken up and it has just been released by none other than dispatch themselves, I’m sat with my management discussing how I’m gonna be bombarded with questions about my breakup and how I should handle it. I’m in a new drama as the main female lead and I’m going to be doing a ton of interviews he’s bound to be mentioned in a few.

I sigh as my team lay advice and all sorts. I’m very grateful I’ve been given this opportunity to act in Korea, I learnt the language when I first came and been working on it ever since hence why now I get more parts, this is the first time in one of the main characters. I just wanna focus on work but even while we’re broken up bobby still finds a way to be in my life.

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It’s 4am and my alarm goes off, I have sooo much schedules today. I don’t even try and dose off again like usual, I jump off the bed and get showered before my stylist arrives to dress me for the day...hair dressers, make up artist all that!

I’m dressed in a white baggy tee waiting for *KnockKnockKnock* they’re here.

We went with fresh faced makeup and my curly hair in a sleek low bun. For my outfit I’m wearing black skinny fit trousers and a white see through dress shirt, it’s baggy and it’s hanging off my shoulders teamed with a white bralette, yellow pump heels and yellow studs.

Inkigayo actor special mc w/ seo kang jun

Hello counsellor

Happy together foreigners working in korean entrainment

That’s all for today, I’m glad it was all shows where I won’t have to speak about bobby, all fun chatting.

~~~ Inkigayo ~~~

I walk through the corridor to get to my dressing room. I can speak korean but I still get so nervous before a show, I hate messing up! I have to get changed into something less formal, I go with a white dungaree dress with a pink off the shoulder top and pink high top converse. A long glittery chain for a belt and have my curls styled half up in a pony tail and the rest down my back.

I have 10 minutes left so I start making my way to the stage. I say hi at least 100 times on my way no joke, I bump into BTS on the way as the have a new comeback, I remained so calm I’m proud! I see kang Jun and we start chatting, we’ve met before at award shows and other tv shows, he tells me to not be scared and we head out and the crowd cheers!

We finish the show smoothly making me wonder why I was nervous to start with. I say bye to kang Jun and all the acts I see on my way out, bangtan we’re not there so I was a little disappointed I’m a huge fan of them. Next time I guess.

I’ve changed back into my first outfit and I’m on the way to my next schedule... I eat a famous inkigayo sandwich in the car while getting my hair re done and my make up touched up.

~~~ hello counsellor ~~~

I arrive just in time to say hi to all the hosts and guest...we make our way onto the set.

I’m a guest along with jay park and Jeonghan and scoups from svt. The boys show some of there new song. As for me they play a snippet of my new drama. They compliment my Korean a few times and ask about how I came over and started acting here.

Hello counsellor was so fun to shoot I got to role play with jay park on how to overcome an angry wife, I laughed and nearly even cried.

The show ends and I make my way to the car again. I change in the car thank God for tinted windows! I change into dark brown leather skirt and a light brown t shirt tucked in, with khaki sandal heels and earrings. My hair is in a high ponytail with my baby hairs styled (obviously by me)

~~~ happy together ~~~

This is the one I’m more excited for! I’ve always wanted to come on here. I make my way to my dressing room and now I’m already dressed and ready to go I’ve got time to kill, I am going out on a full stomach! I’m on my phone while I’m walking, my Social media all blowing up! I click on twitter to see my mentions all filled with articles of bobby.... curiosity gets the better of me, I see the headline “NETIZENS ARE QUESTIONING WHETHER iKON’S BOBBY AND ACTRESS Y/N ARE REALLY BROKEN UP AFTER BOBBY POSTS PHOTO OF A WOMAN’S SHADOW CAPTIONED WITH Y/N’S MOST FAMOUS LINE.”

I’m in the dressing room and I sit straight down before I fall or even worse get snapped looking at this!

I click the “read more” button and start skimming the article.

The picture is definitely me....what is he doing?! It was when we went on a date late at night near Han river, he snapped my shadow on the floor and the caption written in korean “it’s a butterfly”... omg it was a line from a movie I did, it was one of the highlights of the film as it was the tearjerker.

I don’t have time for this. My manager walks towards me and sits down ‘judging by your face you’ve seen the article.... don’t pay attention! Just go out there and pretend you’ve seen nothing’ he states. I nod slowly and sit there in silence, we broke up like nearly a month ago... why would he post this after not even trying to talk to me. Boys are so weird! I start playing games on my phone to take my mind off this distraction. I look at the time and see if I still have time for a snack bc of nerves, I don’t so I make my way to the couches. I stop and bow to the whole cast and sit on the seat, we’re all making small talk till it starts. In the interview they ask us foreigners about how we first came to Korea, how we learnt the language and first impressions of Korea when we first came. Another black person famous in Korea, Sam from Ghana was there we had so much in common. I laughed so much and we all had so much fun.

We spoke a bit about our work and I explained what my new drama was about and my character. We watched a little snippet again and some bloopers.

‘So y/n we hear you’re now single’ one of the hosts ask. Oh no....ok I’ve got this ‘yeah i am’ I smile acting like this isn’t bothering me at all. ‘Was that your first time dating a korean man?’ I nodded ‘it was’

Oohs and ahhs came from them all ‘so hows it different to guys back home?’ I think for a little bit ‘to be honest there’s not a lot of difference just the language difference I guess’ I say calmly. They nodded in agreement ‘were there any difficulties with the language barrier?’ I sigh to show them how exhausted I was in the beginning ‘oh yes, I couldn’t speak a lot of korean back when we first met. He could speak English though so I was good! But when I met his friends and family....’ I trail off a bit thinking about those times, No focus! ‘I was forced to speak so bit by bit I got better so it was awkward at first but it paid off in the end.... free korean lessons’ i say content with my answer. Sam pipes in ‘oh my I spent so much on korean lessons before I got into my first relationship!’ ‘Should’ve got in a relationship quicker’ I reply. We all laughed at his shocked face.

The show ends with a game where we guess a catchphrase by what the artist is drawing.

After the show me and Sam exchange numbers, he’s too funny to not have as a friend.

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I’m done for the day, I tell my manager I need food or else I’m going to collapse. We get pizza and fries, they drop me off home and I get undressed and ready for bed. I have a day off tomorrow so I planned to stay up late and watch my favourite shows but I’m exhausted. I hear my phone go off and it’s an unfamiliar number.... I pick up ‘hello?’ I hear breathing and just as I’m about to say hello again ‘hey y/n....’ bobby! After being together for so long I know his voice! After we broke up I blocked his number and got back to work... he probably changed it. ‘Hello?!’ Bobby says trying to see if I’m still there. ‘Bobby... what do you want?’ I get straight to the point, he sighs ‘y/n don’t...please... I just wanna see how you are! I watched you today on inkigayo’ is he being foreal? Calling as if we’re best friends catching up at the end of the day. ‘Bobby is there something you want?’ I’m tired ‘I-‘ I cut him off ‘I saw your Ig post, what was that for?’ I question. All I heard was silence, I had to pull the phone to my face so I could see whether the phone call had disconnected.

‘I wanted to talk to you...’ he started I stayed quiet he takes a deep breath ‘y/n I’m not gonna lie and say that this break up has been easy...’ oh no ‘...it really hasn’t! I just want you to give me...’ here he comes!!! ‘...one more chance’ he said it. I don’t know what to do, of course I still love him but we just to in love... so in love that we were just distracting each other from our jobs. ‘I... don’t think that’s the best option right now b’ I say quietly, I’m angry at him for ignoring me for so long and now he wants to pop up in his own time, when it’s convenient for him. ‘...I’m so busy these days... I don’t think I can handle a boyfriend, an ex at that.... right at this moment’ he sighs again, ‘you don’t think I’m busy too?’ He’s frustrated and quite frankly I don’t care ‘Don’t start with me bobby, you broke up with me, ignored me for how long and NOW you want me back?’ I state the facts to him. He groans ‘I know! And it was stupid of me, I made a dumb decision on impulse... and now I regret it every damn day!’

I re ask him ‘why did you upload that picture?’ ‘Because I wanted you to see it and the whole world to see that I’m not giving up on you, on our relationship! I don’t want anyone else’ my heart flutters a little and I hate him and me for being so weak to his sweet words.

‘I’ll think about it’ I tell him. ‘Don’t run and hide from me y/n!’ He says something I was sure I was gonna do ‘I won’t, I just need some time... this is too much for me’

‘I seen the trailer for your new drama.... I’ve been keeping up with you in the media, I’m proud of you’ I hear his smile through his words. I’ve been keeping up with him too, I won’t tell him that though ‘Thanks’ I whisper. After a few moments of silence ‘I’ll let you get to sleep now.... but don’t forget me, take everything I said into consideration.... I really want you back here with me baby’ omg I just want to forget everything and tell him to come here right this minute but that would be dumb. I just settle for a simple ‘ok’ we exchange good nights and I fall asleep really thinking about what’d it be like if we did get back together or were we better off separated.

Part 2 coming soon (black people timing)

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patricianandclerk · 4 years

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If you still have asks open, I would love to see some TMA where some *other* Power's ritual succeeds, and Peter and Elias (and everyone else, if there is space) are forced to navigate *that* world.

Also I’m like obviously a massive Elias/Peter fan, so if you can work that in that would be great but obviously isn’t required.

My Ask | My Ko-Fi | My Ao3 | Requests always welcome!

Pretty canon-typical body horror, gore, and suicide talk.

The Tundraran aground on the yellow beach outside Shoeburyness, and she keeled hard toone side with a judder that hit from the base of Peter’s spine all the way upto the back of his teeth. He heard the rusted creak of a few of the shippingcontainers above breaking free of their moorings with the force of the slam,crunching against one another, and he managed to save himself from hitting hardagainst the metal wall.

He heard afew cries and moans of pain, shouts for help up and down some of the decks, butnone of them sounded incredibly urgent – injured limbs, perhaps, but none arethe wheezing shouts of anyone crushed beneath machinery. In any case, thecensus of those still alive was Tadeus’ responsibility – Peter had moreinteresting things to do.

He couldfeel the change in the world as he came onto the strangely balmy air of thedeck, and he was forced to move slowly and ungracefully to the edge of it, theship at a forty-five degree angle… The air itself was thick as molasses,slightly sweet on the tongue, and he softly sighed.

Staring outover the dunes that make up the Shoeburyness beach, spanning out into the far,far distance, he saw strange, spiralling shapes that made his eyes water. Evenbefore his eyes, the heavy dunes moved and shifted toward and away from thehorizon, the fat chunks of grass hopping from one dune to the next, scurryingthrough fractal patterns as though they were dancing steps, this time eight beats,this time three, then six, then three, then four—

“Tadeus!”Peter called out, turning back, and Tadeus took a few moments before he raisedhis head from the hatch, meeting Peter’s gaze where he came to crouch over it.

“Only halfa dozen injured, Captain, and no dead,” Tadeus said lowly.

“It doesn’tmatter, lad,” Peter replied, giving a shrug of his shoulders. “It’s the end of theline.” Peter put out his hand, expectant, and Tadeus stared at Peter’s palm, atthe rough-hewn surface of his skin, and when he lookeed up to Peter’s eyes, Petersaw the lovely, lovely fear there.

Such ashame it wasn’t the time to enjoy it.

Tadeus,hands shaking just slightly, bowed his head and drew the whistle on its chainfrom about it, setting it into Peter’s palm.

“You canrun, if you like,” Peter said mildly. “I won’t mind.”

“Is— Is itbetter to be Forsaken, than whatever that is?” Tadeus asked, and his gaze flittedfrom Peter’s face to the shifting, spiralling dunes. His lips were parted, andhe looked not terrified, nor desperate, nor even angry, but resigned. He knewthis would com, one day, Peter supposed. This, or something like it.

“I thinkso,” Peter said. “But I could kill you, if you’d rather. I think you’d preferthat, Tadeus.”

“You wouldn’trather condemn me with the rest?”

“I would,”Peter allowed, shrugging two great shoulders, and he smiled, very kindly, verywarmly. Tadeus shivered. “But we’re friends, you and I. I’m willing to make asacrifice for you before I attend to my… Ha. My other responsibilities.”

For a moment,Tadeus was quiet and taciturn, and then he reached out, his hand touching Peter’schest underneath the thick fabric of his woollen coat, touching only more cordedwool, but he relaxed as though he found a heartbeat there, his eyes closingshut. He nodded his head, slowly, and Peter smiled, reaching out to cup hischeeks.

He wasmerciful twice over – a quick snap, and that was all, Tadeus falling forwardand into his arms.

Peter slungthe body over his shoulder, clambering down one of the ladders to the shifting sands,and he walked with Tadeus going slowly cool against his chest. It would figure,he supposed, that the Distortion would complete their ritual, and rain theirstrange terror down on the world… And what terror it was.

It would bedifficult to say how far he walked from the Tundra, but he kept the oldboat in sight, and when he blew on the whistle, the fog rolled in thick and heavyfrom the sea, coiling about the ship in fat, heavy twists that were still toothick and too normal to be of the Spiral. They shared… It could hardlybe called an alliance.

It issimply that they were too similar to easily destroy one another, case in point –Peter walked, never lost, over the beach, looking out over the plains that nowmade up Essex. It would be a long, long walk, were it not for the souls in theLonely to nourish him, as he made his way west.

He couldfollow the Thames.

Evenspiralling, twisting, he knew her well enough to follow her home.

–

He laid Tadeusdown outside London. He didn’t even need to bury him: the brick of the cobblesshifted and twisted about his body until it was swallowed down beneath thebrick and brick and earth and earth, and Peter walked on, into the city. Thecorridors made by too-tall buildings twisted unnaturally, but Peter kept on astraight path, forcing them to spiral around him.

He heardthe screams, of course.

They weredistant, tangled up amidst their own insanities, so caught up as to forget to evenbe lonely. It was tragic, in a way.

So close tothat beautiful perfection, and yet so, so far away—

The MagnusInstitute was dark, but Peter didn’t need much light to traverse the strange,unnatural corridors. The scant oil light allowed him enough to see his way, andhe moved down the corridors in search of Jonah’s— of James’—

—of Elias’office.

The door creakedloudly when Peter pushed it open, although he knew that Elias was near obsessiveabout keeping the hinges oiled, to avoid such pedestrian displays oftheatricality. In the dark, he saw the still new, still not-quite-familiar shapeof Elias’ body on the floor, and he actually felt a twinge of panic before heconfirmed that Elias was sitting up and supporting his own weight, even thoughhe was on the ground.

He wasleaned forward, his knees drawn halfway up toward his chest, his arms looselywrapped around his knees, his hand curled into his usually perfectly-coiffed hair.Peter stared down at him, scarcely silhouetted by the oil light from the corridor.

“Sulking,are you?” Peter asked, and in the half-light he saw Elias’ mouth fall open, sawhis head rise. So much emotion could be gleaned from that slackening jaw, thatgasp of eager relief.

“Peter?”Elias asked, and Peter chuckled lowly, taking a slow step forward in the dark,his hands sliding into his coat pockets. Elias was facing away from him, halfof his face still in shadow, and Peter reached out, sliding his hand into Elias’hair. Elias did not go so far as to sigh, but he did lean his head minutely backinto Peter’s hand, which was the biggest sign of distress Peter could hope for.

“Hi, honey,”he purred. “I’m home. Guess Gertie took her attention off the pot, hm?”

“She madeto intervene,” Elias said lowly. “Evidently, the intervention in question wasinsufficient. Welcome unto the Great Twisting, Peter. Do enjoy your stay.”

“You and Iare better suited than most,” Peter said mildly. “Better the Spiral than theDesolation – or, God forbid, Hunt. I hate running. It’s undignified.”

Elias’ headturned slightly wrong toward him. He did not turn to face Peter, but turned hisear to listen to him, and yet the angle at which he listened was… Hm.Peter gently scratched over Elias’ scalp, and then stepped around Elias to lookat his face.

The gapingsockets that were once his eyes were scraped clean, blood stained rusty-red onhis cheeks and his forehead. Peter suppressed the twin urges to gasp and toclutch Elias close to him; equally, he felt a surge of distant triumph.

“Oh, Elias,”Peter murmured, feeling the grin come to his mouth and hoping that Elias wouldbe able to hear it in his voice. “I see. Obviously, you aren’t using youreyes sufficiently, so why should you get to keep them?”

“You assumeit was my patron that took my eyes?” Elias asked, but his lips quivered. Helooked deliciously pale, and his skin was chalky – the terror rolled off of himin waves, the fear of blindness, of not knowing, and of course, of course, of beingalone. It was such a lovely thing, to see Elias vulnerable, withoutthe Eye to protect him. “I might have removed them myself.”

“No,” Petersaid.

“… No,”Elias agreed, and Peter’s hand cupped Elias’ cheek.

“I alwaystold you, darling, that my work came with more benefits than yours.”

“Because youlooked only for the benefits,” Elias said, disapproval dripping from his voice,and Peter tipped his chin up to look better at the bloody, empty sockets, toadmire the smoothness Elias’ patron had punished him with. “Your worship wasnever selfless.”

“And yethere I am, rewarded,” Peter purred, “whilst you are shivering in your sanctum,blinded, and afraid.”

Elias shuddered,and Peter cupped his cheeks, sliding his thumbs over the stubble on Elias’cheeks – he couldn’t shave, of course, without a razor, and he had no doubtbeen alone in the spiral for days on end. He leaned in, closer, brushed hislips against Elias’, felt how cool they were, felt how he shivered, and thensurged in for more, wanting for the heat of Peter’s tongue and his mouth, theassurance that Peter was here, and real.

It was forthat reason that Peter broke them apart, and the broken noise Elias releasedfrom the very back of his throat was an ecstasy of sublime proportions, adelicious morsel that settled on Peter’s tongue, and he savoured it. Theworld had gone mad, gone mad and abandoned the monster that was Elias Bouchard,and now he was there for the taking.

“I can killyou, if you like,” Peter said softly.

“Just soyou can be alone?” Elias asked, raising his head just slightly. “Is that whatyou offered Tadeus?”

“You knowme so well,” Peter murmured. “I’d offer to keep you safe, sweetheart, butblind, powerless? You’d be such a liability.”

“Very well,”Elias said, smooth as butter. “Leave me, then.”

He alwaysdid have an infuriating habit of calling Peter’s bluffs.

“You’re noteven going to tell me, with the world ended and everyone going mad, that you’reglad to see me alive?”

“I’m afraidI don’t see you alive, Peter,” Elias murmured, and Peter laughed,shoving Elias in the centre of the chest. Elias went down hard and fast – hemust have been, Peter mused, starving. He couldn’t take in his usual sustenance,watching all that went on, and food in a world like this, real food, realnourishment, was near impossible to trust. Peter hadn’t looked yet, of course,but he knew it – you’d think it was food until you touched it, tastedit, swallowed it, and then you’d find it was razorblades, or worms, or—

It was a lotof effort, keeping a pet like Elias.

Uppity, andirritable, and powerless in the way a human never could be – blindness wasn’tjust a loss of sight for him, but a loss of centre, of knowledge, ofunderstanding, of all he was. All he was now, all he was left over,was Peter’s.

Elias’ headtouched against the carpet on the floor, and Peter loomed over him, his forearmsbraced either side of his head, and Peter could see Elias’ face, the solemnityin it, the quiet, distant pain. It had nothing to do with Peter, nor with beinglonely. Peter supposed it must be dreadfully hard going, to give up as much asElias had to one’s god, and be rejected for it.

What theBeholding didn’t want, Peter was glad to take up instead.

“You werewaiting in the dark,” Peter said, “to die.”

“I thoughtyou were already dead,” Elias said softly. His eyes used to be so beautifullycold: Peter used to fantasize about drowning in them.

“You know,”Peter murmured, “if we put the world back together, your dear patron might giveyou your eyes back.”

“Hope?”Elias asked, and then laughed, low and dark and hoarse. “I changed my mind,Peter. Kill me.”

Peterkissed him instead, as the floor beneath them twisted into fractal afterfractal, shattering into infinity like mad, mad glass.

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sablesides-ask-blog · 4 years

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The Little Mermaid With Royality?

Patton rested his fins on the rocks calmly, dragging his hand through the seaweed as he watched the sun dance in the water. His best friend in the entire ocean, Virgil, was crouched by his side, chewing on his nails.

"Virgil, if you keep knawing on those nails of yours they're going to bleed!" Patton said, batting Virgil's hand away from his mouth.

"Sorry Pat, but are you sure this is a good idea? That ship could be filled with all shirts of traps!" said Virgil, his tail flitted through the water almost enough to cause a hurricane.

Patton laughed "Of course we'll be alright! I wouldnt let anything hurt you!" he ruffled Virgil's hair. Virgil mumbled something Patton couldnt hear and they swam over to the seemingly abandoned ship.

"How could something so beautiful be dangerous?" Patton pondered aloud.

Virgil shrugged "Maybe it's the sharks, maybe the human diseases, who knows, I dont think we should be h- WHY ARE YOU SWIMMING INTO THE BOAT!-" he swam after Patton, who had already made it halfway through the ship at that point.

"Look at all of this stuff! I wonder what it all does?" said Patton, picking up a fork and poking the top of it with his fingers. Virgil sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose.

"We should probably head back shouldn't we?" said Virgil, glancing around the ship like the walls could collapse at any moment.

"Virgil! We've barely even finished exploring!" Patton exclaimed, circling yet another table of seemingly random objects. Patton was so immersed in examining the table of objects that he didnt notice Virgil speeding past him, followed by a giant shark.

"PATTON- A LITTLE HELP HERE!" Patton jolted up from the table and swerved in Virgil's direction, letting out a shocked gasp. He swam after Virgil and pulled him through a hole in the hull of the ship, swimming around the outside until they lost the shark in an anchor.

"Virgil I'm so sorry! I couldnt see it!" Patton wrapped his friend in the tightest hug he could muster until Virgil began tapping the side of his face to get him to let go.

"Its not your fault Pat, you got overexcited," said Virgil, smiling. "Now how about we go ask Remus about the stuff we got from the ship?" Patton nodded and swam to the surface. They reached the bay area where lay a merman with green scales and a moustache.

"Well if it isnt the raccoon and the kitten!" Remus clawed his way over to the edge of the rocks and peered over the edge.

Patton lay the things he'd gathered from the ship in front of him "Can you tell me what all of these do?" he said, tilting his head to the side.

Remus examined the items, he held the fork up to his face "Well, this ones obviously for hair," he said, dragging it through Virgil's bangs. The merman batted him away, annoyed.

Remus continued explaining what he assumed the human artifacts were for, well until sunset. Patton thanked him and swam back to the castle with Virgil, where his father, Deceit, was waiting for them.

"What were you thinking! You could've been killed out there!" Deceit swam back and forth in front of his son.

"But I didn't-" Patton interjected under his breath. Deceit glared at him out of the corner of his eye. "Right, not a good time for jokes, sorry," Patton swam back a bit and looked to the side.

"I've been contemplating it for a while now, I'm quite tired of you swimming off all the time to explore human ships and talk to exiled mermaids, Logan!" Deceit called toward the back of the castle. Yet another merman joined the group, and swam directly next to Patton. "Logan's going to watch you from now on, so you dont risk getting hurt anymore," said Deceit. Patton let out an indignant gasp of protest.

Logan placed a hand on his shoulder, "Its for your own good Prince Patton, he's just doing what's best to protect you,"

"That doesnt make it any better," said Patton, swimming out of the room. Virgil and Logan followed close behind. Patton ducked into a cave and swam as fast as he could through a network of tunnels, hoping to lose the two. He reemerged in a cave covered in what most would label a hoarder's heaven, but to Patton was a museum of priceless treasures.

"I just dont understand all this nonsense about humans being bad bow could a world that makes all this cool stuff be a bad thing!" Patton said, running a hand along the side of a music box.

"Maybe because it's a society of ruthless killers bent on the destruction of all of merperson kind!"said Virgil from behind him. Patton jerked backwards a bit.

"Virgil's right, the human world is in fact an utter disaster, it's best if you stay as far away from it as possible," said Logan.

Patton turned around and averted his eyes "But they've made so many good things. . ." he said under his breath. Virgil and Logan placed a hand on each of his shoulders and pulled him into a hug.

"Good things dont always come from good people, and you dont actually know how they use this stuff as humans Pat," said Virgil. Patton pouted and swam back out of the cave. He surface once more to stare at the sky, Virgil and Logan joining him shortly after. The night sky was covered in gleaming white stars that sparkled in the water like diamonds. Patton continued swimming lazily in circles, watching the stars glimmering above him.

A sudden noise and spark of color above him alerted Patton to an approaching ship. Logan and Virgil called for him to come back to them, but he didnt listen. He swam up to the ship and latched onto a net hanging from the side, climbing up to an opening, where he watched the humans inside with interest.

They were all so different form each other, but one in particular caught his eye, a man with auburn hair and eyes like fire, the way the moonlight caught them it was like watching fireflies dance. A large shaggy dog bounded around him until it raised its snout in the air, and turned its eyes on Patton. Before he'd realized what had happened the dog raced over. Patton lost his grip on the floorboards momentarily, but was caught by the man.

Patton was to stunned to speak. He stayed there in stunned silence for eons. Someone called for the man and he ran off, Patton took the opportunity to flop back into the water.

"Patton what were you thinking!" Virgil swam up to him in a frenzy.

"Boys-" Patton sputtered. Logan facepalmed and dragged the two of them back under water. Only for a flash of light to alert them of debris falling into the water. Patton immeadietly began to panic. He swam through the sinking ship debris and located the fiery-eyed man, sinking toward the bottom of the ocean. Patton dragged him up to the shore as fast as he could, but he'd underestimated just how far such a trip would be. By the time he dragged the man up to the shore the sun was rising. Patton cupped his face in his hands.

"Come on, wake up, I know you can do it," Patton said, he let a few song notes escape his lips, the man blinked. Patton thought about staying until he'd fully woken up, but thought better of it as he realized how his father might react. So before the man could wake up, Patton dove under the water again.He swam back into his grotto, where Virgil and Logan awaited him, staring at a new addition Patton hadnt remembered bringing there. It was a statue of the sailor boy, and it looked so like him Patton half expected it to burst to life at any moment, and he halfway wished it would.

"We found this in the ship rubble, thought you might want it," Virgil smiled. Patton hugged him and swam around the statue, examining its features.

"Its so life-like," Patton said, smiling.

The euphoria was short lived, as the familiar hiss of Patton's father joined the chorus of ooo's and aah's from Patton while he traced the statue.

"Patton, what's all this," said Deceit.

Patton froze and spun around "D-Dad, how did you find me?" he said, backing up against the statue. Logan avoided looking Patton directly in the eyes. "Logan? This was all you?" Patton said, he sounded hurt.

"All this human obsession nonsense stops now, Patton, I'm tired of it." Deceit raised his the trident he always had at his side, and the room was engulfed in a flash of yellow. As the color subsided, Patton took in exactly how much damage had been done to his beloved grotto, and he began to cry. Only when the face of the once beautiful statue floated to the bottom of the chasm, did Patton swim away. He swam so fast that it felt as though he could form a whirlpool. He hid himself away and rested his head on a nearby rock, breaking into choked sobs.

"Poor thing. . ." said a girls voice.

"If only there was a way to help him. . ." said another.

"Oh wait, there is," the girls said simultaneously. Patton looked up. There were two eel-like mermaids wading in front of him.

"You really think you can help me?" Patton said, he dodnt know who these girls were, but at this point he'd do anything to get to the human world, to get to him even if it cost him dearly.

"Of course we can! We know someone very powerful!" said the girl with pink and blue hair.

"Follow us!" said the one with blonde and teal. Patton swam toward them, and followed them to what looked like the skeleton of a sea monster.

"Girls! What have you brought for me today!" a tall man swam out from behind what seemed like a cauldron, Patton noticed that he had many tentacles instead of one single tail, it reminded him a bit of what Remus always said he wished he had instead.

"They said you could- help me," Patton whispered. The man smiled and swam over to him, squinting as though Patton was some sort of insect he was planning to experiment on.

"Of course, a prince in love with a prince, I live for matchmaking games you know, one might say it's my entire purpose," said the man, there was something sinister in his eyes, but Patton took no notice of it. "Of course, love is never meant to be easy, I will need something from you," he said.

"But I have nothing to give you, all I held dear has been destroyed," said Patton. The man held a finger up and shook it.

"I'm not asking for material objects. . . What I require is. . . Your voice," Patton gasped and jolted backwards.

"But without my- how would I- he'd never be able to-" he tripped over the words as they fell out of his mouth.

"You're a cute boy! What more would you need! Humans only care about looks anyways!" said the man, examining his reflection in a nearby mirror. He turned to Patton and held his hand out. "Now, you'll only have three days to get a kiss from your prince, so make it quick, so do we have a deal?" he asked.

Patton looked around, the two mereels nodded at him. He turned back to the strange merman, and shook his hand.

"Good, now all I need you to do, is sing," said the man. Patton opened his mouth and the melody spilled out easier than a wave current. The man began to chant something, and Patton felt his voice begin to waver. His fins seized up in pain as though they were being torn apart with a knife, his lungs- when did he get lungs?- began to fill with water, he felt like he was going to die. Something seized him by the arm and dragged him up to the surface.

When Patton's eyes reopened he was met with the faces of Virgil, Logan, and Remus. He tried to ask what happened, but all that came out was a choked squeak, his voice was entirely gone.

"Alright Sunshine,let's get you some clothes before someone sees you like this," said Remus. Patton noted the glare he was getting from Logan, which suggested his first draft of the sentence was probably something different.

After hours of gathering enough ship sails and seaweed to make a serviceable outfit for Patton, his three friends disappeared back under the water. Patton heard barking and hid behind the nearest rock.

"Cmon boy! What'd you see!" the sailor ran out from behind the cliffs. Patton peaked over the rocks to look at him, only to get a face full of dog slobber and fall backwards.

The sailor helped him up "Oh dear- sorry about. . . that" he paused abruptly, clearly star struck. "May I- have your name?" Patton opened his mouth, before closing it abruptly, remembering his voice yet again. "You cant speak. . . can you," the sailor seemed distraught. "Well, I'm Roman," he said. Patton smiled. "Let's get you somewhere warm shall we?" said Roman, lifting him up and running to the palace. Patton's face flushed, Roman's chest was warm, and his home even warmer.

A man dresses primarily in black with dark sunglasses on approached the two, "Who's this you've brought with you Roman?" he said.

"He doesnt speak, or can't, rather, but he washed up on shore, he seems shaken up so I brought him inside," Roman smiled. Patton waved at the man, hoping he came off as friendly. Roman set him down, "Remy will show you to your room," he said, gesturing to the man in sunglasses. Remy held his hand out and Patton took it, allowing himself to be lead into a room full of the prettiest garments he'd ever seen.

It took him ages to pick out something to wear, but he finally decided on a light blue sundress and a hat that nearly fell over his face. He walked out of the room and back into the entrance way.

Roman's jaw dropped "Wow. . . you look brilliant," he said. He walked over to Patton and placed a hand on his cheek, Patton felt like he might melt on the spot. "I'm going to take us out into town, get to know you a little better I suppose," he said.

The town was the best experience that had happened to Patton. The colors and structures were beautiful. But the best part was carriage ride with Roman, watching the trees pass with his head resting on the prince's shoulder. He didnt want anything about it to change.

Ok, maybe he had lied about the carriage being his favorite part. They'd take a boat ride shortly after, and some familiar faces had helped set a mood for it.

"So, a little angel told me your name was- Patton, I believe?" said Roman. Patton nodded and smiled. "Well, Patton, I want to ask you something," Patton leaned forward in excitement.

Roman leaned forward, and Patton realized he was trying to kiss him. But in his excitement he didnt notice that two tails under the boat, tipping it over so he and Roman collapsed into the water.

Patton was mortified after that, he felt as though Roman would think it was all his fault, and the later morning didnt help much either. A mysterious man had shown up the previous night, the last night Patton had to get that kiss. To Patton's horror, he saw a ring on the man's finger.

Patton ran to his room, utterly distraught. He tried to cry, but no sound came out. He raced to the window and watched the love of his life leave with a stranger that he didnt even recognize, the raced to the docks to watch them leave, collapsing near the shore as tears fell from his eyes.

"Sunshine!!! Sunshine!!!" Patton looked up, the sun had started to set, he saw three familiar faces frantically swimming over to him.

"Its the sea witch!"

"He used your voice to hypnotize the prince!"

"We have to get you there before th wedding starts!"

The sentences jumbled in Patton's brain like a tornado. Remus grabbed him by the arm "Hold onto to me, I'll get you there," he said. Patton didnt argue, he obviously couldn't.

By the time they got to the ship Patton had already given up hope. But nevertheless the quartet ascended the ship. Virgil lunged at the witch with raging speed, an anger burned in his eyes that Patton had never seen before. Fear flickered in the eyes of the attending guests. The witch's eyes narrowed, he was finally distracted. Logan took the opportunity to snatch the necklace away from him. He held it to his ear and his eyes when wide, he slammed it into the ground and Patton felt a tingling sensation in his throat.

Roman whipped around just in time to hear Patton's song return to him, his eyes sparked with realization. "It was you- this whole time it was you-" he attempt to run to him, but the witch used his rapidly forming tentacles to knock him back, he grabbed Patton by the waist and disappeared under the water.

"LUCAN!" Patton heard his father call from below the surface, he had no time to wonder how he'd gotten there.

"Dee! It's been oh so long since I've seen you!" Patton was spun around to face his father, the cold metal of a knife was felt on his throat. "I expect you know why you're here now? Hm?" Patton felt tears falling down his face, his father's face had turned entirely green. He let go of the trident.

"DAD! YOU CA-" Patton felt the knife press further into his throat. Lucan took the trident in his other hand, and Patton watched his father shrink to the size of an eel.

"Poor Dee, he just loves so recklessly doesnt he, if only hed learned sooner when family matters, he could've avoided this whole thing couldnt he have?" Lucan smirked, and Patton realized that they were rising out of the water. He saw Logan and Virgil's faces in the water and tried to reach them, but Lucan had wrapped a tentacle around his entire body, he couldnt move.

"Now isnt this nice, you get to watch everyone you love die because you care more about a stupid obsession than your friends and family!" the words cut Patton worse than even the knife could have. Tears stung his face as he watched the whirlpool's forming in the water drag his friends underneath. He'd given up, resigned to whatever his fate may have been, when Lucan let out a scream. Patton fell, and was caught by someone. Roman had steered a ship into Lucan's side, causing him to drop the trident. The small snake under the water lunged for it, and Patton's father rose out of the water with a streak of lightning, which struck Lucan right as the ship landed another blow. Lucan sunk back into the ocean with a scream.

The skies cleared, and Patton raced through the water to embrace his father once again. "I'm so sorry. . . I never should have made that deal"

"Its not your fault, Pat, I should've known better," Deceit said, wiping the tears off of Patton's face. "I have a surprise for you," he said. Patton felt warmth envelop his body, his fins began to split again, but this time it felt natural.

He opened his eyes again to see a shining blue dress,and a pair of legs. He turned to Roman, he had abandoned the ship and was racing toward him. He embraced Patton and spun him in his arms. Deceit smiled, Virgil, Remus, and Logan resurfaced with broad grins on their faces as well.

"I'm glad we've both found out voices, I dont know what I would've done if I'd lost you forever," said Roman, planting a kiss on Patton's cheek. Patton rested his head on Roman's chest and listened to his heartbeat, and he sung his heart out as they stood there in the now shallow water, lost in their love for each other, reality only a distant memory.

#cori answers #little mermaid au

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rainy-circle · 4 years

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SO BASICALLY in Sailor Moon all the Sailor Senshi (and Tuxedo Mask) have a special crystal that contains all the magic power of their respective planets. Most of them appear just as heart shaped crystals, but the Moon Crystal sometimes takes on a lotus-like form when it’s fully powered.

So for literal years I’ve wondered ‘well it’s not that big of a stretch that the other Sailor Crystals can take on a flower shape when they’re fully powered. What shape would each planet take on?’ and I finally goddamn made a stupid list that I’m pretty sure I’m satisfied with.

At first I tried to find flowers associated with specifically the planets, y’know through sort of witchy/new age-ish websites, but those don’t always include the ‘modern planets’ of Uranus, Neptune and Pluto, much less the Asteroids, so I eventually just went with flowers associated with each senshi’s astrological sign. I also tried to make sure the flower naturally occurs with some colour that’s associated with its senshi, whether that be the primary ‘aura’ colour, the secondary colour of their bows while in uniform, or something else.

Anyway, snip snap, let’s get started under the cut. (disclaimer that despite Sailor Moon being my eternal obsession I still haven't read the manga, so anything relating to it is stuff I've read through wikis.)

Sun Crystal: common sunflower (Helianthus annuus)

I mean. obviously.

(yes I have headcanons about a Sailor Sun, but that's... a different post for a different time)

Mercury Crystal: smooth aster (Symphyotrichum laeve)

not only associated with Ami's star sign, but it's also her birth flower, being a September baby

one legend says it was created by a goddess's tears falling to earth. Tears, water. You get it

couldn't find a symbolic meaning specific to blue asters, but purple, the next best thing, is apparently 'wisdom and royalty'

Venus Crystal: freesia (Freesia ×hybrida)

symbolizes ultimate trust, selflessness, and obligation, very appropriate for a leader of a team of bodyguards, I think

specifically yellow freesias symbolize 'joy, renewal, and friendship', which seems very appropriate for the time in Minako's life after she's left England and meets her new team

Earth Crystal: rose (Rosa ×hybrida)

it's canonically Tuxedo Mask's crystal. of course the crystal belonging to the guy who throws magic roses is gonna be shaped like a rose.

also, I mean, I'm pretty sure Chibiusa's version of the Moon Crystal takes on a rose shape in the manga, so it'd make sense for his daughter's crystal to take on a similar shape to one of her parents

ALSO ALSO there's a Sailor Moon video game (Sailor Moon: Another Story) that was released before the Dream Arc/SuperS where the canon Golden Crystal was introduced, wherein Mamoru had a magic crystal called the Rose Crystal (Barazuishou, I think). It's practically canon.

Moon Crystal: sacred lotus (Nelumbo nucifera)

it's canon, 'nuff said

Mars Crystal: amaryllis (Hippeastrum 'kolibri')

symbolizes 'a strong, self-confident and very beautiful woman'

specifically red amaryllis means 'passion, love (whether requited or unrequited) and beauty'. All very Rei

Jupiter Crystal: peony (Paeonia suffruticosa)

symbolizes romance, prosperity, and compassion, which I think fits both Makoto's hopeless romanticism and her protective supportive nature

(NGL, I chose peony for her mostly because I think they look a little similar to roses, and Makoto's signature rose-shaped earrings are Very Important)

the Asteroid Senshi don't have canon star signs, but I like to go with these ones. They're all very fitting and well explained.

Ceres Crystal: stargazer lily (Lilium orientalis)

lilies symbolize 'royalty and regal bearing, motherhood and fertility, purity and the beauty of youth' which fit very well for Cerecere trying to be a mature young lady, her status as Team Mom and oldest sister, and the fact that the quartet are generally associated with youth

(at least one website I found seems to have a slightly different set of values for specifically stargazer lilies, but I just chose them because they're lilies and they're pink and that's Ceres's aura colour)

Pallas Crystal: common lilac (Syringa vulgaris)

'The Celtics regarded the lilac as “magical” due to their incredibly intoxicating fragrance', and that made me think of Palla being apparently the most adept spellcaster of the four.

'In Russia, holding a sprig of lilac over the newborn would bring wisdom', and Pallas is another name for Athena, goddess of wisdom.

Juno Crystal: anise hyssop (Agastache foeniculum)

Wikipedia mentions that it's used as a medicine and as flavouring, and that bees like it, but that's about all I could find. Then I realized brash, tomboyish Junjun would probably like that it's just practical and here we are

Juno's one of the only ones where the flower doesn't come either the primary OR secondary colour, because Juno's are green and brown, and there are not many flowers that have green or brown petals lmao. I went with purple, because her circus outfit has a couple purple accents.

Vesta Crystal: impatiens (Impatiens walleriana)

symbolizes, well, impatience. And I think that's perfect for the quartet's fiery redhead.

I also came across a couple sources that said they symbolize motherly love, and if we go with the fairly popular fanon (at least, as far as I know) that as a redeemed beast tamer, she has a big soft spot for animals, that's also kinda fitting

Saturn Crystal: opium poppy (Papaver somniferum)

symbolize, among other things, 'consolation for a loss or death in the family, remembering the fallen of various wars and armed conflicts, peace in death, resurrection and eternal life'. All very appropriate for the senshi of death and rebirth.

Uranus Crystal: gladiolus (Gladiolus 'yellowstone')

symbolizes strength and integrity, both of which Haruka has plenty of

name comes from 'gladius', Latin for sword, for it's sword-shaped leaves. Haruka's talisman is the Space Sword.

Neptune Crystal: blue lady orchid (Thelymitra crinita)

symbolizes luxury, refined taste, and elegance - all extremely Michiru things

as with the Mercury flower, I couldn't find a symbolic meaning specific to blue orchids, but purple, the next best thing, is apparently 'royalty and admiration', also very Michiru

Pluto Crystal: poppy anemone (Anemone coronaria)

not the same as Hotaru's flower - note the different scientific names - but kinda appropriate that they're similar, as the two of them have a lot in common

can symbolize 'forsaken or forgotten love and affection' and 'excitement for something in the future', which I think is appropriate given how her isolation keeps her from having many loving relationships (at first anyway) and how her powers over time include the future

AND THAT'S EVERYONE. PHEW. at least, everyone in our solar system. there's other senshi, but I don't think I'll ever do them. we just don't know as much about them as our girls.

Sources

https://m.tarot.com/astrology/plants-herbs-zodiac-sign

https://www.ftd.com/blog/flower-meanings-and-symbolism

https://www.flowermeaning.com/

https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Agastache_foeniculum

https://www.thoughtco.com/floriography-flower-meanings-4150754

http://isshou-ni.net/bxw_items.html

#i have feelings about things #©#long post #you can reblog this if you'd like! idk why u would tho lmao #{ hc }#{ f : bishoujo senshi sailor moon }

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Home & Thunder (Reader)

Thanks to @thunderstruck-edgelord for the idea of a thunderstorm and reader fanfic! (Gotta say, i’m a bit obsessed with this blog)

Warnings: Mentions of Bitty Abandonment and off-screen character death

Notes: The Reader character is androgynous, that’s why everyone says “Them” (just so it makes it easier for you to imagine yourself)

Characters: Lamia bitties belong to @vex-bittys, ‘Beta’ belongs to Luna #MLT #ACT on UTAU Amino.

You were heading home in a horrible late-night thunderstorm, rain pouring down harshly and the wind stinging your eyes, you pulled your jacket closer to you as you run through the horrid weather when you suddenly stop.

A sharp whining hit your ears and you look around to see where it came from “Hello?” You asked worried, wondering if someone or something was crying for help, the whining got louder, whatever it was must have heard you.

It came from an alleyway, dark and dusty, you decided to approach carefully, despite the horrible conditions. Lightning struck, and a high-pitched scream came from a soaked through cardboard box labelled ‘FRAGILE’, Something alive was under it.

“Oh...You poor thing...” You mutter under your breathe as you approached, another flash of white and loud crack hit the air, making the creature under the box scream in fright again. “It’s alright, just...come out, I’ve got you.” You told it in a calm, quiet tone.

You soon realize it can’t lift the pathetic box it was hiding under, so you carefully lift it enough to look underneath and- ...its four tiny skeletons, about 8 inches tall.

“What…What are you doing here?” You asked, reaching your hand out cautiously towards them, the smallest quickly latched onto your hand and cried, to which you quickly put your hand to your chest and hold him calmly, your free hand once again reaching out to the other three.

“…I don’t trust you.” One of them spoke, crossing its arms angrily but another strike of lightning quickly changed its mind as it grabbed the remaining two skeletons and got onto your hand, so you could safely put them in your fluffy jacket, now soaked in water.

“Let’s get you four home.” You spoke to them silently, getting up and running at a slower pace than before back to your apartment, after about 20 minutes you arrived at the apartment block you lived in and unlocked the metal door, sighing as it closed with a dull thud.

The sound of rain echoed through the empty hallways as you hurried upstairs and opened your door “Here we are, you three.” You mutter to the tiny skeletons hidden in your jacket, which you now unzipped once reaching the Livingroom. You laid them down on the couch and realized only one had legs, the other three had beautiful snake tails:

One had a striking orange and red tail, the second had a beautiful black and white tail and the last, smallest one had a striped red and yellow tail.

“Oh…wow those ar-“ You got cut off by lightning and another scream from the smallest, who latched onto the orange tailed one quickly, Orange, as you promptly named him, hushed Stripe and stroked his skull, coiling around him protectively from the storm.

You decided to try your best at muffling the storm, drawing the blinds and curtains over the Livingroom window, holding the small skeletons close to your chest as you laid on the couch and put a lullaby CD into the old radio on your coffee table.

“Shhh, close your eyes and goodnight~” You sung quietly along with the music, the storm seemed to drown out quickly as the ball of skeletons on your chest purred softly, you draped a fluffy pink blanket over all of you before sleep claimed you all.

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When you awoke, you saw the four tiny skeletons still laying on your chest, snoring. It was cute, to say the least, so sat up and adjusted them carefully.

“Oh, hello.” Stripe, as you named him, lifted his head and tried to smile but ended up stifling a sob, holding his hands to his face. “I-I’m not crying, s-shut up!” He hissed before you could even speak, seems like he didn’t like people seeing him upset.

“The storms gone, its okay.” You hushed the shaking skeleton, stroking him with two fingers, scared to hurt him on accident.

“I-I don’t care! Its not like it cared me…or anything.” He mumbled angrily, wiping the tears from his eyes quickly and jumped as Orange awoke.

“Huh? Oh, hello human!” Orange sat up quickly, grinning and propping both arms on his hips “I’m very thankful you saved us last night, your very kind!” Orange blush dusted his cheeks, hugged the happy skeletons side as soon as Orange awoke.

“Um, I don’t mean to be rude but why were you four under a box?” You questioned carefully, scared one of them might bite, they were snakes after all. “Well…” Orange began, keeping eye contact while rubbing circles into Stripe’s back “I’m not too sure about the others but from what Beta and the Krait had told me, most of us either got abandoned or lost.” He looked away, his smile fading.

“Oh…you poor-“ You stopped, realizing you had no idea what they were. “Lamia Bitties, except for Beta…She isn’t a Lamia” Orange helpfully explained, you took a mental note of researching these Bitties.

“Right. How horrible…” You frowned, stroking Orange’s tail with your fingers softly “Its alright! I know my owners name, so you can bring me right back him once we’re feeling better!” He beamed happily, Stripe whined at the mention of an owner which made Orange flinch slightly.

“H-Huh? Oh, h-h-hi!” The one Orange referred to as ‘Krait’ woke up and waved shyly, his eyes already filled with tears “I-I-I’m…” He trailed off, pulling the tiny scarf he had wrapped around his neck to his mouth “Most of us don’t have names, Beta’s the only one who had an owner who named her.” Orange once again helpfully added in softly, you already fixed that issue

“Well, I already kinda figured out names, if you want them.” You smiled, Orange and Krait’s eyes lit up with different emotions: Orange had excitement and Krait had hope.

“Really!? Well, go ahead!” Orange quickly cheered you on, bouncing with excitement “Alright then um…” You scanned the three lamias’, you already knew what to call Orange and Stripe, obviously but Krait was harder.

“Orange,” You pointed to him, he giggled happily “Stripe,” He grumbled and nodded “and Kayra” You smiled at Kayra, who teared up and squeaked before hugging you frantically “Thank you thank you thank you!” He kept repeating, shaking from crying and joy.

“Aw…it okay little…Kayra” The realization that you didn’t know their gender hit you, as they were skeletons, you just presumed they were all guys…oops.

“Umm, what…gender are you guys…?” You mumble awkwardly, Orange chuckled and grinned “Me and Stripe are guys, Beta and Kayra are girls. Don’t worry, I know its hard to tell” He reassured you, coiled around Stripe on your lap. Kayra was still shaking and hugging you, your damp jacket still on.

“Oh, hah, good. Nearly misgendered ya, Kayra!” you joked, you felt Kayra shakily chuckle and then suddenly jump away when you sneezed “Oh…oops, sorry Kayra” You were quick to apologies, but she just seemed a bit shocked if anything.

“Ugh…I shouldn’t have slept in wet clothes…” You muttered, picking them up and putting them on the couch as you got up, a shiver ran down your spine from the cold you have, and Orange snickered behind you “I’ll be right back” You told them as you walked to the bathroom and turned on the shower.

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[Orange’s POV]

The human walked off to what I presumed to be the shower, as soon as she was out of sight, the newly named Stripe spoke up “Their….nice, actually.” I Nodded in agreement, smiling “Mhm! Not everyone would rescue Bitties they don’t know!” I smiled at Stripe, who blushed slightly and looked away nervously “Hah…y-yeah.”

“I Wonder If they’ll keep us…” Kayra mumbled quietly, I turned to her and put my hand on her shoulder comfortingly “Don’t worry! I’m sure she’ll keep you three, I have an owner after all. If she doesn’t, I’m sure she’ll bring you to a nice home where you’ll be loved!”

Kayra smiled and fidgeted with her sweater sleeves, nodding shyly “Y-yeah, that sounds good.” She agreed, coiling around the still sleeping Beta “Is…she gonna wake up ooor?” I asked in a joking way, but it did seem she was fast asleep, I didn’t blame her, it was a bad night after all.

“Alright, I’m back!” The Human called, a towel wrapped around their body and hair, which was making it hard to tell what they were aside from human “Oh! Human, we forgot to do formal introductions!” I slither forward to the edge of the couch where the Human knelt, I held out a hand “Hello! I’m Orange, its very nice to meet you!” I grinned when the human took my small hand and bowed “Hey, I’m Y/N, very nice to meet you oh great Orange!” They joked happily, acting like I was a king, which I didn’t mind at all.

Stripe snickered at the sight and red blush dusted his cheeks, I couldn’t help but blush too and laugh, which sent Y/N into a laughing fit too. By the time we had settled down, all our ribs hurt, and we were struggling to catch our breathe

“Wow Haha…I haven’t had company like you three for a while!” Y/N sighed happily, still giggling a bit “So, do you know your Owners number?” She asked, looking at me since I was the one to mention knowing my Owners name, thankfully, I did. “Here, I’ll put it in your phone!” I gestured for the phone laying on the coffee table next to the radio “Oh yeah, forgot I left it here.” I heard Y/N mutter under their breathe, passing it to me carefully, I tapped in the number and started to text my Owner

???: Hey, it’s your Papython, got lost last night and a human helped me!

It took a few minutes of idle chatting between Me and Y/N for him to answer

Owner: Thank god Paps! I was so worried you got hurt in that thunderstorm! I’ll come pick you up!

I looked up from the phone and cocked my head at Y/N, quickly asking what the address was and texting it to my Owner, as well as Y/N’s name.

Owner: Right, be over there on my motorbike in half an hour, I know how much you love riding in the sidecar!

“Okay, he’ll be over in a half hour!” I told Y/N happily, they nodded, and I carried Stripe, Beta and Kayra to the floor to talk easier

“So, what’d you do with your owner?” Y/N asked quickly, I shuffled closer “Well I actually go on long rides with him on his motorbike and do woodcarving with him some days! We’ve gone paintballing and mountain climbing, we even went snorkeling a few times!”

I talked about all the cool things we’ve done for the half hour until the apartment door knocked and I heard my owners muffled voice “HI!” I yelled, making Stripe and Kayra flinch. Y/N got up and opened the door, to which I followed them.

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[Regular POV]

You open the door to see a young blonde teen with beautiful blue eyes in black biker gear, he held out his free hand, the other holding his helmet under his arm.

“Nice to meet you sweetheart, I’m Owen, I presume you’re the one with my Papython?” He asked as you took his hand and nodded “Yup! I kinda gave him a nickname, actually.” You mentioned, putting your hands on your hips, not realizing you still were in a towel.

“Oh? I’ve been meaning to name him, actually. What’d you choose?” He asked, not even mentioning the towel “Orange, I thought it suited him!” You blush and laugh, shuffling to the side when you feel Orange nudge your leg “Speak a’ the devil”

“Hi Owen!” He grinned “Y/N’s been super nice to me!” Owen knelt down and picked him up, to which Orange sat on his shoulder “That’s great bud, hey,” He focused his attention on you “Thanks. It means a lot to me that someone would take him in like that.” You felt your face going red “Oh it’s no problem! Nothing I can’t handle” You laugh nervously, giving Orange a thumbs up.

“Anywho, we got a motorbike waiting, don’t we bud?” Owen glanced at Orange, who lit up and nodded excitedly, You two say your goodbyes and you close the door, clothing realization finally settling in.

“…oh my god Hes gonna think I’m so weird.” You shook your head, in disbelief that you just did that. “Pff- nice job.” Stripe snickered from the couch, you turned around, face as red as his tail, and quickly walk off to your bedroom to get dressed.

#is this a fanfic?#super proud i did this #Home & Thunder #Made a whole new blog for this.#lamia bitty #Nevvi bitty

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natural--blues · 5 years

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Hey @megabadbunny ! I am your @dwsecretsanta! I hope you like it <3 Happy Holidays, beautiful! You did ask for some angst and fluff, so I did try to capture that. I’ll try to write a sequel for some resolution, if you’d like. ------------------------ “Off for a date with the wife?” Graham asked, cheerfully, while glancing through a newspaper from Xylon 44 (the best of all 8,000 Xylons). She had smiled, brushing off her blue button down shirt. It had flowers on it, making her think of her beloved. It was the little things that she could do during her day. She flushed a bit as she slid her leather jacket on over her shirt, adding a pair of boots that was reminiscent of her Ninth form. “Leather? S’a bit new for ya, yeah?” Ryan asked. “Wait a tick -- Wife?!” The Doctor steadily ignored the second question, ever the side-stepper. “In my Ninth body, I was a bloke from Manchester. Fresh out of the Time War. I wore my leather like armor. It’s the first time I’ve donned a leather jacket in this body.” “Did you wear it in your last?” Graham asked, casually, while Ryan and Yaz were whispering to each other about the W-word. “I did. Fancied myself a bit of a rocker. Oh... Rose gave me such a ration over that.” She chuckled a bit, adjusting her appearance in the mirror for the millionth time. “You look great. Go on, then. She’ll be knocked off her socks.” “Rose who?” “Thank you, Graham. It’s a special night, you know.” “Wife? I’m still stuck on wife. Is Rose the wife? You’re married?” Yaz chimed in. “I know it, Doc. Do you have the present?” “Hello?! Are either of you listening to us?!” Ryan demanded, waving his arms. “I do. Thank you for helping me pick it out.” “They’re ignoring us on purpose, they are.” Yaz muttered, shaking her head a bit with a raised eyebrow. “This must be good if that’s the case then” “You think?” “Oh, I know it.” “Any time, Doc. Go to her.” She walked down the hall, holding a wrapped present in her hands, chewing her lip a bit nervously. She could hear Ryan and Yaz pumping Graham for information. He caught her eye, and she shook her head. Not now. ------------------------------------------ Rose walked slowly, with her wife covering her eyes, her back against the Doctor’s chest as they were heading to a surprise. She nearly tripped, but the her wife’s grip was iron. Rose squealed, hearing the laugh from behind her. “I’ve got you, my love. We are almost there.” “We’ve been walking forever!” “Oi! Trying to surprise you, here! Thoughtful spouse, anyone?” “Haha, all right, all right, I’ll give you this one...” The Doctor came to a stop, and breathed softly against Rose’s ear, making her shiver softly. “All right, love. Go ahead and open.” Hands removed, Rose blinked a few times to get used to the light before seeing the most gorgeous garden... and one she recognised. “Oh, Doctor... Barcelona!”

“Right in the park where we got married...” She whispered. “Do you remember, love?” “I do! Jack married us... I still have the ribbon in my room from our binding.” “Yes, yes you do. Do you remember anything else?” “It was after mum... after I’d come back with the Dimension Cannon.” “That’s right, love.” The Doctor walked with her across the bridge, watching her take in all of the scenery. She smiled, loving to see the sense of wonder on her face before.... best not to think of that. Not now. “Did you set up a picnic?!” “I did. Chips and I brought you a present, too.” “You shouldn’t have! I didn’t get you anything...”

“You have, a thousand times over, when you gave me you, Rose Tyler. I mean that. I will love you for the rest of my lives. I’m so fortunate to have you.” “I’m so fortunate to be with you...” So the afternoon commenced -- peals of laughter, soft kisses, a few stories. It was mostly the Doctor describing different times to her. It was always the Doctor describing different things to her. She would do anything to keep Rose in the moment -- in the now of things. She needed to stay there. They ended up laying down on the blanket and looking at the 5 moons setting, Rose’s head on her stomach while she ran her fingers through her hair. “So then I said ‘He’s not a real captain, Rose.’ and you accused me of having Captain Envy! Me! I was offended to my very toes, I was, but mostly because you’d hit the nail right on the head there. I had severe envy... not of him being a captain, that’s ridiculous. I could be a captain if I wanted to--”

Rose began giggling, shaking the Doctor’s belly with it. “Uh huh, sure Doctor....”

“You know, some people’s wives don’t laugh so much at them.”

“Mhm. Sing me another.”

The Doctor wrinkled her nose at Rose playfully, then continued on. “I was jealous, thinking he’d caught your eye. A stream of pretty boys, and I have never really been that pretty, Rose.”

“That’s not true!” Rose sat up a bit, looking down at her love. “Not even a little bit!”

“Well, I suppose I was a bit pretty in my Tenth form, but I made such a mess of things out of being too frightened of the depths of my feelings for you. I made a total tit of myself, and messed things up so badly...” “You made mistakes. You’ve mended them, haven’t you?”

She smiled at her pink and yellow girl. “I have...”

“See? You’re doing brilliant. But I disagreed because you are pretty in every form. I’m attracted to every single form you take. Your Ninth form was unconventionally handsome, but gods... I wanted you to kiss me so badly. In that leather and those jumpers, that smile. In those specs and those plimsolls. In that bow-tie with that fez. In that suit with that guitar. In these braces with that top. I love all of you. Every you that you have been, every you that you will become.” The Doctor held her, pressing their foreheads together and just breathed in her essence. She loved her, oh how she did. Hearing that was a balm to her soul. “I love you so much, Rose Tyler. I love you everything that you can imagine, multiplied by infinity, taken into the depths of forever, and still you will have barely a glimpse of what I am talking about.” “You think you’re so impressive with all that lovey science babble!” She pouted in mock offence. “I am so impressive.”

“Prove it.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

The Doctor handed her the present, and as soon as she opened it, she realised it was both the best and worst decision she could have made. It was the best, because for a few moments, her darling girl’s eyes lit up into that beautiful cognac that she loved so much. For a few moments, she looked like she truly understood. She took the beautiful bracelet much like she’d taken the Yale key... with all of the love and excitement that she once exuded.

Unfortunately, all good things must end.

“Wh.... where am I?”

“Shh, Rose, darling, it’s all right...”

“Where are we?” Tears welled up in her eyes. “I don’t know this place...”

“You do, precious girl. You do. You just told me where we were, I need you to stay. Stay with me, love.”

“We’re not in Barcelona. I can’t feel the breeze...”

“It was just here, love, please. Stay with me, Rose. We have to maintain a common vision...”

The world around them began to darken, and Rose wrapped her arms protectively around her middle. The Doctor tried to comfort her, but there was nothing to be done. She could only hold her, watching as things slowly disintegrated around her.

“I’m so cold...” Rose whispered, and the Doctor nodded. “Why am I so cold?” The Doctor watched for the inevitable panic to spread across Rose’s face. Once it hit, she just responded the same way she had every time, for centuries. She just spread soft kisses on her face: cheekbones, chin, lips, eyelids, eyebrows, temples. She gave as much comfort as she could.

“I... I want out. Help me. Doctor, help me! Help me!” “I am helping you. I am doing everything possible. Don’t worry. We’ll get past this...” ----------------------------------------------------

The Doctor walked back into the console room, looking quite a bit defeated. She refused to stop trying, no matter what. It would happen. It would happen with her help, or she would find something.

“I’m so sorry, Doc...” Graham whispered, opening his arms for a hug. She took it, then sniffed a bit.

“What’s going on?” Yaz spoke up, seriously concerned.

“In case you hadn’t figured it out, Fam, I’m married.” “I thought we’d decided not to go with Fa--” “Ryan!” Yaz hissed, elbowing him in the side. “Right, right. Carry on.”

“I fell in love with Rose Tyler... almost immediately. She was my soulmate. I was hers, although I was too much in my own head to realise it. I almost lost her over it. You know, she took the entire time vortex into her head to save me, once? Our first kiss. I lost her... in the original timeline. Some woman named River Song had made sure that I would lose her, so that she could have me instead.”

She grit her teeth a bit at the thought. She hated remembering.

But her Fam deserved to know.

“So my original Thirteenth body went back in time to stop Rose from being lost to Pete’s World. Created a clone of her, kept her original human form with myself and left the clone of myself and the clone of her on Pete’s World’s Bad Wolf Bay. They’re off, living a human life. Rose and I made a wish, on the Time Vortex. Made a wish, and she became a Time Lady, same as me. So we could be together forever.”

“That’s amazing! I’m so happy for you, Doctor. Why haven’t we met her?” Yaz asked, smiling softly.

Ryan frowned, looking at his granddad. “It didn’t end well, did it?”

“No, it did not. A woman from my travels... she was obsessed with me, you see. I made excuses for her behaviour for years -- terrible upbringing, losing her family, the reprogramming, the terror her mother experienced while pregnant with her... but all in all, I was just blaming myself for things that were River’s fault. She was an adult. She’d made a choice. Many adults come from terrifying means and find ways to be the exact opposite of that every single day. She chose.”

They nodded along, but they obviously didn’t fully understand, following the Doctor as she lead them down multiple hallways. “She’d created a paradox to force me to be with her. I had broken that paradox to be with Rose. In revenge, she held the Universe hostage to force me to marry her. I went along with it very begrudgingly, but my wife and I knew it was a farce. We were snarking with each other mentally the entire time. Wasn’t my first time marrying someone on an adventure without it meaning anything. Wouldn’t be the last.”

Yaz laughed a bit. “That’s great. Some spouses can talk to each other with faces, and you lot of telepaths get that.”

“Oh yes... Time Lords are touch telepaths, but when we are a bonded pair, we are telepathically connected forever. We cannot survive the death of the other, which is something that River knew. But she could keep Rose away from me while keeping her alive. If not by another universe, then by this... she injected her with a sleeping death poison. Disconnects mind from body, so the body sleeps. No known cure across too many galaxies to count. Most patients’ bodies either die of natural aging, or... they eventually remember who and where they are, and that memory snaps the connection from mind and body back into place. They become able to wake up.” “Rose wouldn’t age, though, because Time Lords don’t?” “They can, of course they can... but Rose is special. She cannot. She will never regenerate into another person. She will always look the same.” “Doc, where are we?” Graham spoke up, as they stopped in front of her door. “This is my bedroom. I’d like you all to meet my wife...” She opened the door, and the room was done in dark Tardis blues, with pinks and yellows throughout. But that was not the big thing they were looking at. They were looking at the large tube in the back of the room, holding a floating woman who was connected by multiple tubes. A feeding tube, IVs, some cables for a heart monitor, floating in what looked to be thick water. Her previously golden hair had a blue tint to it due to the lighting, swaying gently in the water. Her soft white dress looked like a classic white linen nightgown from a romance novel. The Yale key around her neck and the ring on her finger glistened gently.

She looked like a beautiful angel in a snow globe. “This is my wife... Rose Marion Tyler.” Graham looked at the Doctor. They’d bonded, because they knew how it was to lose a wife. He was jealous, at first, of how the Doctor could speak to her every single night. But he’d realised that he shouldn’t be -- the Doctor had to lose Rose again, every single night. “How long has it been? Since you.... since this?” Ryan asked in amazement. “Over a thousand years. She’ll wake up, one day. I know it in my bones.” Yaz walked up, and touched the glass. “Hello, Rose. We’re so glad to meet you. We’re new members of the Doctor’s family. That means you’re our family too. So you have to wake up, you have to meet your family soon. We adore you already.” Ryan made an affirmation to that, and Graham touched the glass as well, repeating the same. They stayed for a few respectful minutes, then the Doctor ushered them out, starting to leave. Family. “We’re gonna help you, Doctor. We’ll help you look. You tell us places that you haven’t been to look for a cure, and we’ll all go there. Let’s get your wife all better, so we can meet her.” Everyone cheered around her, and the Doctor felt tears prick her eyes. Hope. Genuine hope, for the first time in a long time. “Where should we go, Doc?” “Farther than we’ve ever gone before. I have an idea.”

#dwss #Doctor x Rose #ficandchips #thirteen x rose

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zerologged-blog · 5 years

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°✧｡ [ MARGARET QUALLEY , CIS FEMALE , SHE / HER ] it's been TWO years since ZERO joined velia from GLASGOW , SCOTLAND . apparently their name is AUBREY WILSON and they're an ARCHER . they have been fighting as a UNITY MEMBER for a while now . didn't people say they WERE NOT a beta tester ? i heard they turned TWENTY FOUR this year . LET’S HOPE THEY MAKE IT OUT ALIVE . [ HADLEY , 21 , GMT+10 , AND SHE / HER ]

hello kings ! i’m hadley , i’m australian , and i’m already obsessed with y’all .

FACT FILE :

USERNAME : zero REAL NAME : aubrey wilson AGE : twenty four PLACE OF BIRTH : glasgow , scotland PLAYER TYPE : archer GUILD : unity EXCELLED SKILLS : communication , night vision , searching CURSOR : orange SEXUALITY : pansexual | panromantic HAIR COLOUR : dark brown EYE COLOUR : blue STAR SIGN : aquarius

B E F O R E :

velia - above all - has acted as an extremely humbling experience for the brunette . zero has come to realise that she was an ungrateful brat in her outside life , always creating problems for the sake of it . she revelled in the chaotic side of things , even managing to score a DUI under her belt .

because of this behaviour , her relationship with her parents , particularly her mother who bore most of the worry , was incredibly strained . every characteristic she posessed reflected onto her from her father , so as easily as he would chastise her , she’d throw it back in his face . HYPOCRITE .

the only reason she had been interested in the game was because she had nothing better to do . she’d been ordered a couple weeks house arrest ( or the choice of community service - vomit . ) , local police sick of her ways . with time to spare , and only her family to torment , her mother had relented in paying extra for access to the game - anything to occupy her daughter .

it was pretty mundane compared to what she usually spent her time on , but as she played on , and on , she found herself sucked in to the spectacle . unfortunately , that feeling was truer than she could have imagined .

N O W :

two years on , her family would hardly recognise aubrey zero . stripped of her expensively ripped clothing , and replaced with actual tattered clothing , albeit cloaked in a yellow unity robe , zero has stripped herself of all her ego .

though she sounds plain , the culture shock of being trapped has pushed zero to grow into a person she believes deserves a second chance in the real world . to her , zelia is a moral TEST , one of the reasons she’d chosen unity to align with . though , the others preoccupy a lot of time spent thinking of the here and now , she can’t help but ache for the stuffy air of glasgow . it’s all so FRESH out here .

zero is easy to get along with , but she lacks the warmth of her human form . she may come across blunt , cold even , but she thinks of it as realistic . she’s still caring , and extremely protective over those she thinks needs it , especially her fellow unity after the MURDER .

because that’s what it is , isn’t it ? everyone is so hung up on the lingo , logged off - grey , but the reality is that they’re dead , and everyone knows who did it . everyone’s so convinced it’s accidental , but zero isn’t convinced , and she won’t pretend she isn’t carrying her bow and sling stashed full of arrows everywhere she trapses . there ARE no accidents in zelia .

WANTED CONNECTIONS :

UNITY MEMBERS : obviously ! i would love for her to find that connection she lacked in the outside world . it would really rip her apart , because as much as she would love being so close to others , she would also be extremely closed off at times when she remembered that everyone’s days aren’t promised . ( ESPECIALLY AFTER THE PLOT DROP ABOUT THE UNITY MEMBER DYING . )

SOMEONE THAT REMINDS HER OF HER OLD SELF : i feel like with this progression of character , she’d be interested in befriending someone / a few characters that are sporadic in nature , and attempt to sway them the other way . maybe try and convince them to join unity .

ROMANTIC CONNECTION : probably would lean towards fwb if any romantic relationships were going to occur - she’s pretty set on being seen as an unemotional character in velia - it would be a hard task to delve down to her soft centre .

ENEMY CONNECTION : at the moment , anyone cooercing with the revenants is on her SHIT LIST , along with half the others probably . she’s a little bitch .

FRIEND CONNECTION : someone just to tell her to shut her fucking mouth 24 / 7 , please and god bless .

PLEASE SLIDE IN MY DM’S IF UR INTERESTED OR EVEN IF UR NOT I DON’T DISCRIMINATE

#veliaintro #♔‘ﾟ ‣ 「 ZERO HAS LOGGED ON 」 : ᶤᶰᵗʳᵒ

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You Don’t Know What You Don’t Know

Some Nessian semi-fluff. Sort of but yes.

There had been a strange look on Cassian’s face for days now and it was a look which Nesta couldn’t place. It seemed only to appear when he looked at her and appeared most often when it was obvious Cassian thought she wasn’t looking back.

It had begun after her return from the Mortal Realm. They had not rushed to cling to each other. They weren’t Feyre and Rhys, for Cauldron’s sake. Unlike the High Lord and Lady both Nesta and Cassian could control themselves in public. Instead, Nesta had arrived back to the House of Wind where blue-grey eyes met hazel ones across the hall and where careful, measured strides were taken by both to meet in the middle.

They were within scenting distance when she saw it on his face. The look. That look. The one that would constantly end up making an appearance.

Nesta had been reminded of a horse that she once saw as a child. It had been a beautiful creature; sturdy muscle, deep brown smooth skin and a flowing black mane. She passed the field it was kept in every day and watched as it galloped at full speed to freedom, its hooves pounding on the ground. One day it came too close to a snake, curled and hidden in the grass and Nesta had watched as the horse reared back when the snake made itself known.

That was what Cassian had done. Reared back as though she was a viper in the long grass. His nostrils had flared and his eyes had widened, the pupils of his eyes growing fat until the hazel had all but disappeared. His head jerked back and he stopped mid-stride, nostrils twitching until Nesta rolled her eyes and met the distance.

“You’ll make me do it all then you arrogant bat,” she had said but the statement was murmured in a voice that only ever softened for him and Elain. Her arms had wrapped themselves as far as she could reach around his large body and she dipped her head into the crook of his neck. His scent was wild and earthy and she breathed it deep into her lungs.

Cassian had stood rigid. The rapid beat of his heart thrashed against her ribs. “Wh – what? I won’t make you do it all,” and the solid and imposing voice of the General Commander of the Night Court’s armies had croaked at his words.

Nesta lifted her head from his shoulder and peered up at him, “Well you didn’t exactly meet me half-way.”

It was the subtlest of shifts in his body but she felt it anyway. The slight relaxing of his muscles, the exhale of breath, the untwisting of a frown. “Of course,” he said, “that’s what you meant.”

“What did you think I meant?”

“Nothing,” he replied. “Nothing at all.”

****

In the dining hall they sat opposite each other, as was usual. Nesta could see Cassian’s features relax into his usual lazy grin, his eyes flashing dangerously with mischief which only happened when he spoke to Mor, who sat to his left. When Elain asked him a question about training he turned to her on his other side, his eyes softening and his voice gentle. He looked at Elain as a protective older brother would look at a sister and some part of Nesta would always warm at the strength of affection she felt towards him at those moments.

Over time Nesta had noticed that he had an expression for all his friends; one for Rhys, one for Feyre, one for Azriel. Even one for Amren. These were never overt. There was a subtle shift of his mouth, a quirk of his eyebrow, a clench or unclenching of his jaw. It showed mainly in his eyes; affection, irritation. Love.

He wore so many for her. Many that she had never seen him display towards another person. Some were expressions that he would only show her in private, the ones where his eyes burned through her clothing to feast upon her body. Those were the ones that contained the heat. Cassian’s looks to Nesta always seemed designed to thaw and it was those genuine and revered glances that melted the shards around her chest.

Nesta pushed the food around her plate with her fork. She thought she had seen every look his face could make but she recalled earlier and tried to place what it was. When she glanced up she saw that Cassian had stopped talking to Elain and was watching her. No sooner had she looked at him head on, he turned his head away as though he hadn’t been staring at her with a strange intensity.

Not, she thought, subtle enough.

****

Nesta was used to Cassian staring but not like this. Not with this new, bizarre quality. Nesta had always felt that Cassian took in all of her, a skill from his role as Commander. Observe the opponent, he had once said and she had raised an eyebrow.

Am I your foe? She had questioned. Am I your opponent?

But he had silenced her with sarcastic barbs which had later turned into kisses and later still so much more.

So yes, the staring she was used to. The scrutiny of her features she was used to, but with this new expression? No. With the following around? No. That was new and extremely unwelcome.

She had been reading in the library and he had hovered around her with his wings expanded out to almost full width, blocking her light. Nesta had shifted, trying to see her page when Cassian was over her in an instant checking that her chair was comfortable.

In bed he became obsessed with checking that she was fine with the temperature in the room.

“Not too hot?” he had asked her. “Or too cold? Let me get another blanket. You look freezing.” Then a quilted cover or two would find their way wrapped over her shoulders or draped across her lap. And all the time he wore that look.

****

“He’s suddenly become completely insufferable,” she said to Elain. “I need him to go to the training camps or something.”

They were walking around Elain’s small garden, arm in arm, their skirts ruffling slightly in the breeze. Nesta needed air. And space. Everywhere she went, Cassian wasn’t too far behind. Something niggled in the back in her mind, a suspicion.

“I wonder,” she went on, “if he isn’t suffering from a guilty conscience.”

Elain had been trailing her free hand among the flowers, her long pale fingers brushing against the green stems as she listened and nodded along but at that statement she turned her head towards Nesta, her face pinched together with confusion.

“Oh!” she exclaimed and stopped, turning Nesta fully towards her. Elain’s gentle brown eyes searched Nesta’s face, the confusion melting into a smile. “Oh,” she said again, quietly this time, “I see.”

“See what?”

Elain’s lips pulled up into an even greater smile, one filled with strong affection.

“I love you,” Elain said and Nesta’s eyebrows shot up in surprise at such a random statement. Her sister hadn’t said it with any shyness, it was a statement, short but true. “Cassian is not suffering from a guilty conscience, that I can assure you.”

Nesta looked at her baby sister, the one that she would have set worlds on fire for and knew that she would never lie to her. “But why is he behaving like this?”

Elain let out a long sigh, and then turned, gently tugging Nesta with her as they carried on walking down the path. “You’ll find out soon enough.”

She opened her mouth, about to ask another question but when they made a turn on the path and passed the long-stalked sunflowers she saw Cassian immediately up ahead lingering amongst the hydrangeas, trying and quite obviously failing to look inconspicuous.

“Oh,” Elain sing-songed, “what an unusual looking flower.”

Nesta’s face fixed into a scowl. “Go away,” she scolded, “I’m trying to spend time with my sister.”

Cassian eventually skulked off but not before depositing a shawl around her shoulder. “Just in case you get cold,” he had murmured.

The sisters watched him march off, his red syphons glowing amongst the pastel petals that surrounded them. Nesta turned to Elain, gesturing with her hand at the Illyrian’s retreating back. Elain bent down and picked a fallen blossom from the ground, pressing it to her nose. It looked to Nesta that Elain was trying to suppress a giggle.

“Oh, Nesta,” Elain breathed and then she reached out and tucked the blossom, a light shade of yellow and cream, behind Nesta’s ear. “It’s not just flowers that bloom.”

With a peck on her cheek and another smile, Elain tugged Nesta up the path once more.

****

When Nesta awoke from her nap, a quilted monstrosity that hadn’t been there before had been tucked around her. With a curse of frustration, she kicked at it, legs and arms flailing. “Ridiculous,” she hissed but there was no one in their room to hear her.

By the time she had reached the dining hall she was the last one there. At the moment it was just the four of them but they all took their usual places anyway. Cassian sat opposite her with watchful eyes as she lowered herself into her chair. Nesta ground her teeth. If she could make it through dinner without stabbing him with her fork, she would view it as a successful meal.

Mor was, as always, sat on Cassian’s left and her golden head was bowed as she told him some story. Nesta watched as that lazy, happy grin made an appearance and Cassian’s eyes gleamed. It had been years. So many years that Nesta couldn’t even count them anymore and whatever sting she had once felt when she had learnt about the history between Mor and Cassian, whatever bitter jealousy that tried to take root at their easy friendship had faded over time. Still, an occasional twinge made itself known to her and often at the moments Nesta would least expect. Like now.

Cassian threw his head back and roared with laughter, Mor matching him with equal vigour, her throat a long pale column of white. Nesta suddenly and inexplicably felt her fingers twitch around the fork she was gripping.

It was as though he could sense it which was a stupid thing to think as she knew he could. Cassian’s hazel eyes slid from Mor’s face over to Nesta’s and the mirth dimmed from his eyes as the smile disappeared. There was something heavy resting in her stomach and she couldn’t bring herself to eat so she pushed the food around on her plate like she had done a few days ago when she first learnt there was a new expression Cassian could wear.

His throat cleared. “Aren’t you hungry?”

Nesta looked up to meet his eyes. “No.”

There was a flicker of something in his eyes and the corners of his mouth turned down. Disappointment, maybe. Concern, possibly. She couldn’t place it. His eyes scanned her face.

“I have a stomach ache,” she told him by way of reassurance and also as a way to allow her to vacate the table as soon as possible. The image of his head rearing in fear when he had looked at her days ago compared to the comfortable lean of his head towards Mor now, danced in her mind.

Her words had meant to reassure but clearly, she had said the wrong thing. Cassian’s previously relaxed expression snapped taut. His eyes, hard as flint, quickly glanced down to her stomach and he stood, the abruptness of the action causing his body to collide slightly with the table and Elain reached out to steady a toppling glass.

“I’ll get you something.” He said it with his Commander’s voice, the voice that was deep and low and held a not-so-thinly contained threat against anyone that would argue with him.

Despite having woken from a nap before dinner, Nesta didn’t have any energy in her to argue and instead found herself speaking in a quiet voice, “I think I need to go to bed.” She thought that Cassian would argue with her but she was wrong. Frowning, he nodded and then Nesta watched as he schooled his features into a detached neutrality.

“I’ll walk you,” he said and Nesta felt her irritation bubble.

“No need,” she said as she stood. “I can go five minutes without being stalked.”

Cassian raised an eyebrow and she saw his jaw clench. She recognised that look, the one that said ‘fight me’ but she raised an eyebrow in reply.

A calming voice from Cassian’s right drifted up to them both. “I think Nesta can walk to your bedroom unaided Cassian, but she’ll take some cordial with her to ease her stomach ache. Isn’t that right Nesta?”

She looked down at Elain’s sweet face and forced a smile upon her own when she met the eyes of the extremely exasperated looking Illyrian. “Yes,” she said, as calmly as she could muster, “of course.”

This seemed to appease Cassian a little and Nesta turned, stepping closer to where Mor was sat, who had been watching the exchange with a bored detachment. There was a sudden squeak and Nesta looked down to Mor who had sat up with interest, her eyes darting between where Nesta and Cassian stood.

Nesta watched with confusion as Mor’s eyes glistened as she pressed her hand over her open mouth. “Oh! Oh!” Then a strange, unspoken conversation seemed to happen between Mor and Cassian which seemed to dampen Mor’s enthusiasm, her shoulders slumping slightly as she pouted.

Nesta had had enough. With what could only be pure jealously rearing its head, she kicked her chair backwards and stormed off, ignoring the call of her name that followed her from the room.

****

In the days and nights that followed her small tantrum, Cassian had seemed to tread with delicate steps. Each act that he performed appeared to be a calculated balance between cautious observation, passive stalking and fretting.

Nesta wanted to sob. For the first time in her life she couldn’t believe that she was looking forward to Feyre, Rhys and Azriel returning from the Summer Court where they had been negotiating some trade deal.

Her wanting to cry was also due to the fact that Mor had decided to join Cassian in becoming insufferable. Although the women had reached a solid and calm level of companionship over the years it was nothing like Mor’s relationship with Feyre and certainly nothing like Mor’s relationship with Cassian. Except it seemed like Mor was now putting excessive and unwanted levels of effort into bonding with Nesta.

She had been invited to afternoon strolls around Velaris, to dine with Mor for lunch at secluded lunchtime spots, to read in companionable silence in the library. Nesta had been trying to avoid them all. Especially as it seemed that Mor was carrying on with Cassian’s mild obsession with quilts.

“I’m not cold,” she had gritted out for the fifth time as she sat in the library.

“Let me just tuck the corners in anyway.”

There had been a crash from the book stacks as Cassian, never too far away, tried to navigate those stupidly large wings around the small space. Nesta put her head in her hands and shook her head in despair. There were only two things it could be. She was either dying or they were both suffering from extremely guilty consciences.

The worst thing about it all was that Cassian had stopped looking at her the way he used to. The frightened horse look had never quite left his face but it was joined by something new. There were so many moments that she caught him watching her and so many times when he had started to say something to her but then stopped and shook his head.

The lingering glances were plentiful but didn’t speak of mischief. His eyes would glance down to her breasts and hips but the desperate heat behind them had been replaced by something else. His fingers were delicate in their caresses and he danced feather light touches against her neck and cheek. Cassian would press his lips on her nape, his breath hot against her skin and Nesta would lean back into it craving his warmth.

It seemed that his fingers were aching to touch her just as much as she ached to be touched. But when Nesta turned to face him, her lips pressed fiercely against his, her hands drawing his towards her breasts he would murmur against her mouth and pull away. Cassian would cup her face in his large hands and kiss her nose. The affection was clear but Nesta remained confused.

To say she wanted to sob was an understatement. There had been days where she felt that’s all she did. Nesta hid the tears well, letting them flow when she was alone in the bathroom and then soaking cloth in cold water to dab at her eyes. She felt that her sturdiness was leaving her somehow and that all of what was happening was causing her to lose herself. Tired, tearful and temperamental. That’s what she was.

Her feelings had overflowed from her one day as she walked with Elain in the garden, crying among the peaches and pinks of the flowers. Elain’s eyes were round and horrified as Nesta confessed all she had been feeling, all the strangeness that was making her believe she was losing her mind. They had taken another corner and there, hovering under a rose trellis, was a hulking body complete with leathers, red glaring syphons and a permanently worried look.

Nesta had wailed.

It was that afternoon that Nesta decided to visit Elain, to apologise for her out of character outburst. When she got there, she could hear the argument through the wall, the two people completely caught up in it that they didn’t even pick up on her footsteps.

“.... completely ridiculous now...” she heard Elain say.

“I know!” The frustration in Cassian’s voice was palpable but he softened it quickly. “I know, but she doesn’t know and I don’t know how to tell her.”

“Well she’s obviously not working it out on her own. You need to tell her.” Elain’s voice was uncharacteristically stern and left no room for argument. There was a pause before she also softened her voice back into its usual tone. “You can’t let this carry on for much longer, Cassian. Think of how upset she’ll be when she works it out and knows that we knew before she did.”

There was a long drawn out sigh and another murmuring of ‘I know.’

Nesta swallowed down the lump in her throat and ignored the squirming in her gut, the one that told her something was happening. She tiptoed back to her and Cassian’s room wondering how it had all gone wrong.

****

During the night, she had done everything to sleep but couldn’t. Cassian lay next to her, snoring blissfully in his sleep, his warm arm slung over her middle and his hand gently pressing into her stomach. Nesta let out a shuddering sigh. His body was too hot and it was making her sweat. Beads of moisture had begun to trickle down her back where his naked skin pressed against her nightgown.

She shifted and managed to manoeuvre herself out of his grip. Cassian frowned and stretched out, reaching for her even as he dreamed. The silk of the nightgown clung to her damp skin and Nesta pulled it away from her body, wrinkling her nose.

If she was so inclined she would creep back onto the bed and press her lips against his forehead and kiss off the look of worry that he seemed to constantly wear these days. But she wasn’t so inclined even with his form, tanned and naked and delicious, stretched out on top of the sheets.

Normally, when she felt like she wanted nothing more to press herself against him and invite him into her body, she wouldn’t hesitate. But this wall growing between them, this pit of something in her stomach wiped the urge away. Part of her, the old, mistrustful part of her that she thought had been buried long ago was wondering if it was because he was pressing that body against someone else.

Instead she opened a window to let the breeze in and sat in the chair away from the bed.

****

The thoughts whirling through her mind and the lack of sleep was making her feel sick. Nesta had dozed off in the chair and woke to the soft pink streaks of the sunrise reaching into the room. Not for the first time she felt nausea creep into her mouth and she felt her stomach churn.

Her appetite hadn’t been what it was and either she was not hungry at all, or like now, she was desperate to fill the void. Opposite her, Cassian was still sound asleep, the light dancing off his features making them appear softer.

Nesta’s heart fluttered. Despite it all she had never loved anyone the way she loved him. Part of her knew that she would never love anyone the way she loved him. She felt soft and so utterly breakable and Nesta wanted nothing more than for Cassian to wrap his arms around her and tell her how much he loved her.

With the expression on his face one of peace, Nesta decided to leave him in bed and she slung an ice blue robe around her nightgown before wandering down to the kitchen to get breakfast.

The light was golden when she reached the kitchen and when Nesta walked through the door she was surprised to see two quiet figures sat opposite each other at the table.

“Oh,” she said. “I didn’t know you were back.”

Rhys and Azriel turned, violet and hazel eyes looking at her with interest. Nesta supposed it was unusual to see her in the kitchen so early and without Cassian in tow.

“We finished ahead of schedule,” Rhys explained, “so we come back late last night.”

“Where’s Feyre?”

“In bed.”

The way Rhys said it and the way his lips moved into a smirk told Nesta more than she wanted to know. She rolled her eyes and stepped closer to the table. “Well, I’m glad you’re all back,” she said and shocked herself for having meant it.

It seemed she didn’t only take herself by surprise from the way Rhys’ eyebrows shot up into his hair. She rolled her eyes again and opened her mouth but before she could speak she noticed the way the shadows had begun circling her body.

Azriel’s presence always unnerved her, even after all this time. Even though he was always a physically solid mass in the corner there was something about him that seemed to melt into the air. It always caught Nesta off guard when she remembered that he was there, speaking to the shadows and having them speak to him.

“Call them off,” she said, waving her hand through the swirls as they picked up in energy. One drifted around her stomach and if Nesta could have attributed an emotion to them she would say that they seemed excited.

“Of course,” and no sooner had he said it then the shadows parted and drifted back towards him to whisper in his ear.

Nesta clutched her robe tighter around her and slid into the chair next to his noticing how his eyes quickly glanced down her body before returning to his plate. From the corner of her eye she could see Azriel smiling a small cautious smile but one that seemed strangely warm.

Opposite her, Rhys chewed on a piece of bread and though he also wore a smile it was significantly less cautious. Nesta reached forward and grabbed a slice from the basket. “What?” she asked him. “Something in my hair?”

Rhys swallowed his mouthful and flashed her a wide grin that showed all his perfect, white teeth. Nesta supressed the urge to roll her eyes for a second time but shoved the bread into her mouth before she could say something sharp.

“How long?”

Nesta frowned. Rhys was leaning forward, still grinning like a clown, staring at her face intently. She shook her head not understanding but Rhys didn’t pick up on her confusion.

“Why didn’t you and Cassian say something before we went to the Summer Court? One of us would have stayed behind to take care of you.”

Nesta’s frown deepened and the bread in her mouth turned into a thick, chewy mass. Her mouth had dried up completely. Callous bastard, she thought.

Nesta knew that Rhys had the capacity to be unkind but this, this mockery of a smile he was throwing her way seemed to cut into her chest deeper than any knife. He knew. Whatever was going on in Cassian’s life, whatever secrets Cassian was keeping, Rhys knew. Of course, Rhys knew. And he was practically vibrating in his chair with delight.

Unlike with the others the ice between Nesta and Rhys had taken especially longer to thaw. It was primarily because of Nesta and Feyre’s history and because Rhys and Feyre were bonded it meant Rhys would destroy anything that could harm his mate. That had been Nesta once. But not now.

That’s why she felt the sting move deeper. She thought they were all past this, had thought that her and Rhys could live in peace just like the others. But he knew what Cassian was keeping from her and he wasn’t just pleased, he was exhilarated.

Tears pricked at her eyes and Nesta managed to swallow the lump of bread down. “I don’t need anyone to take care of me,” and her voice was cold and brittle.

It was the subtlest of changes but she could see Rhys smile twitch downwards and the glint leave his eyes. When he spoke, he was slow and cautious as though he were talking a snake down from striking. “Of course, you don’t. But all things considered it’s best that we don’t leave you and Cassian alone. I’m pretty sure I can guess how he has been.”

“Maybe, considering how ‘he has been’ it would just be best if I moved out,” and her voice sounded faint as though it was travelling at some distance to get to her mouth.

Rhys’ mouth dropped open, “No! That’s the opposite of what we want! Feyre would kill me if you both moved out now!”

“I don’t understand,” Nesta continued. “I just don’t understand...” and then it happened without warning. The sob; the wretched, pathetic sob that tore its way out of her mouth followed by hot, flowing tears.

She didn’t know what was worse, the fact that she was crying so openly or the fact that it was happening in the kitchen. In front of Azriel and Rhys.

“You don’t...” Rhys trailed off, seemingly more confused than before.

A hand, solid and scarred but gentle cupped round hers and gave it a squeeze. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Azriel shake his head at Rhys. It was barely a movement but she caught it and saw Rhys’ eyes widen in response.

“Oh shit,” he breathed. “You don’t actually know. How do you not even know?”

Before she could open her mouth to ask what it was she was supposed to know there was a rapid shift to the air. Nesta knew what a tense body felt like with its muscles rigid and locked in place. She had never known until now that the air could copy that feeling.

“Get. Your. Hand. Off. My. Mate.”

They all turned to the source of the sound. It was like thunder, low and rumbling and it made the hair on Nesta’s arms stand up. If she didn’t intrinsically know that she would never be harmed by him, she would be terrified out of her skin of the towering shape that dominated the doorway.

Cassian’s knuckles were stark white from where he was clenching his fists. Nesta wondered if there was a part of him that was warring with himself. A rational, jovial Cassian that looked at Azriel with the love of a brother must have been locked in there somehow with this beast. His body shook as though he was fighting every last bit of himself to not rush into the kitchen and tear out Azriel’s throat.

“Cassian,” Nesta murmured and his eyes snapped to her face. There was a softening in his eyes for a second but then he saw the watery look of hers and the tear stains on her face. Whatever force was compelling him to stay in the door collapsed and with a roar that shook the walls he launched himself towards Azriel beside her.

It happened too fast to register all the details. Nesta could feel more than see the blur of movement around her and she somehow felt like she had been caught up in a maelstrom. One with wings and tempers and gusts of pheromones.

A breeze fluttered her robe and her hair, the golden-brown strands flying about her face. She blinked and the males were gone, Rhys must have reached Cassian before he could reach Azriel but not before several plates and a sideboard had been broken in half. Azriel stood beside her panting.

“Excuse me,” he said before disappearing into the murky darkness of the kitchen corner.

Nesta stood up, her mouth hanging open. Bending down she picked up her plate from the floor and touched the two halves together with a little chink. A slice of ceramic was missing from the middle. She dumbly stared at it until she heard a gasp from behind her.

“What in the name of the Mother?”

Turning, Nesta saw Feyre surveying the damage with same open mouth expression she was sure was on her face.

��Cassian,” Nesta offered. “And Rhys. And Azriel. For some reason.”

Feyre’s blue-grey eyes scrutinised the kitchen and she muttered something about idiot males before looking over at Nesta. Nesta saw Feyre’s expression change in an instant, her sister’s eyes widening as she covered her mouth with her hands.

“Nesta,” Feyre whispered and Nesta could see Feyre’s eyes begin to water. But when she lowered her hands, Nesta could see that Feyre was smiling that same ridiculously exuberant smile that Rhys had worn.

Nesta braced herself.

“Oh, Nesta!” Feyre launched herself over broken fragments of crockery and leapt over a chunk of wood that used to be furniture. Feyre’s arms wrapped around Nesta’s shoulders and Nesta was surprised to find herself leaning in, needing the comfort.

“Oh, Nesta!” Feyre exclaimed again but before Nesta could ask what was going on she received her answer. “I can’t believe you’re pregnant!”

****

She found them on the roof of the House of Wind. Feyre winnowed her up there as soon as she could. The two women watched them brawl for a while, Cassian versus Azriel and Rhys, fighting like a man possessed.

Nesta ground her teeth and clenched her fists. She was going to murder him.

“You,” she hissed and she felt fury swirl around her like a mist. “You did this.”

Some still-functioning part of his brain must have clicked in and Cassian stopped, mid punch to Rhys’ face and turned to her. Rhys was lying on his back on the floor but managed a wave to Feyre while Azriel took the moment’s pause to wipe some blood from his mouth.

Some stupid part of his brain must also have clicked in at her words as instead of looking scared or anxious, Cassian’s mouth stretched into a wide, open mouthed grin, the first she had seen from him in a while. Yes, it seemed to say. I did.

The grin passed almost as soon as it arrived as he took in Nesta’s face. A noise of pure vexation screeched from her mouth and she turned and stormed down the stairs, not caring if he even tried to follow.

****

He followed. Of course, he did.

The breeze that came in through the window of their room was both gentle and cool and Nesta welcomed the feel of it against her neck, the slight chill bringing her temperature down. When they first entered the room, Cassian made to close the window but after she shot him a sharp glare he quickly retreated to the armchair next to the bed.

That’s where he sat now. Nesta opposite him on the bed itself. A long and terrible silence between them.

With a deep sigh Nesta met his eyes. If she had trouble reading him before then she definitely didn’t now. Nothing but pure panic was visible on his face but she didn’t know if it was because Cassian didn’t know how she was going to react or if that was just how he’d been feeling about the situation this whole time.

“How long have you known?” Her voice was quiet.

There was a pause and then Cassian let out a sigh of his own, his body releasing its tension as it seemed he was finally glad to be rid of the secret. “Since you came back from the Mortal Realms. I scented it on you.”

“And everyone knows?”

He hesitated, “Yes.”

“I can’t believe you told everyone.” There was a tremble to her voice and it dipped to a whisper, “I can’t believe I didn’t know.” Nesta looked away not bearing to see Cassian’s expression.

“No,” his voice was soft and low and his hands, so large and strong reached out and clasped hers. “I promise I didn’t tell anyone, they worked it out themselves.”

Cassian’s long, tanned fingers weaved into her pale ones. There was a tremor to both sets of hands which she tried to ignore. Cassian’s thumbs began to lightly trace against her skin and she felt tears prick at her eyes again. Well, she thought, at least I know what’s behind all the crying. Stupid hormones.

“But how did they know? How did I not know?”

“Nes...” Cassian said gently and something in his tone made her look up. His eyes were warm and open, his face as tender as she had ever seen it. Something about his face was calm and relaxed and kind. If she could choose a face that he was wearing now she would say he was happy. He smiled at her. “I don’t know how you didn’t know, at first I thought you did.” He took a deep breath. “It’s obvious to me how the others knew. Nesta, you are radiant.”

A small sob came from her mouth and she extracted her hands from Cassian’s just so she could wipe her eyes. “When you realised I didn’t know, why didn’t you tell me?”

Cassian ran a hand through his hair and became fascinated at something in the corner.

Her next question was small as though part of her didn’t want to know the answer. “Is it because you don’t want it?”

He turned back in horror, his eyes wide and mouth wider. “What? No! I want it!”

He grabbed for her hands again and clutched them tighter this time, his frantic eyes searching her face. “Fae children are rare and you were cauldron made so I never thought... I didn’t even consider... Nesta, I want this to terrifying levels of want but it’s also terrifying. I thought you were hiding it from me from because you didn’t want it and I was so scared of that, that I needed some time. Then I realised you didn’t know and then I was trying to find ways to tell you and it got out of hand.”

“Yes, it did,” she snivelled. “I thought you were falling out of love with me.”

“Never,” he said emphatically. “Never.”

Cassian dropped her hands and moved to sit next to her on the bed, one arm wrapped around her body. Nesta sniffed and rested her head on his shoulder, her nose pressing against the skin of his throat. He felt just as he always had, smelt just as he always had but amongst the perfume of their bodies she could detect a new note, something that she hadn’t noticed before.

Hello there, she thought.

“Do you want it?” Cassian’s voice was a murmur, so low and quiet that she wouldn’t have heard it if her ears weren’t so close to his mouth. She heard the fear and panic. The fear and panic that had been on his face all this time and that he was now able to vocalise.

It was natural to be anxious, this was a new life after all but Nesta realised that Cassian had been holding onto the fear of Nesta rejecting this new life. The scent of his fear was telling her that he didn’t know what to do if her answer was no.

She sighed and pressed her nose deeper against his neck and inhaled. Hormones were now telling her to press her tongue against his flesh and taste him. Hormones were telling her to slip her hand into his and draw it to her breast, to kiss him until he made her breathless.

Nesta sighed again. Hormones. She pulled away and looked straight at him, at the crease of his forehead and the bob of his throat as he swallowed. Once more the look in Cassian’s eyes reminded her of that frightened horse she had seen long ago back when she was a human woman. But what the horse never realised was that the snake was just a frightened thing in the grass ready to glide away. The horse never knew it was never going to bite.

Reaching out she took Cassian’s hand in hers but instead of bringing it to her breast like her hormones demanded she bought it down onto her stomach and pressed her hand over his. His fingers twitched with restrained joy.

“Yes,” she said and when she looked at him again she knew both their faces wore something new.

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