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kairoot · 5 months

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confessions with ateez ˚⋆ ✦

⟢ pairing : ateez x reader ➖ genre : fluff, friends to lovers ➖ requested : no ➖ warnings : intimacy, kissing, reader is drunk for mingi’s hc

ss: confessing to ateez; telling them that you like them

🌿 — hongjoong.

is surprised

LIKE WHY ARE YOU SURPRISED YOURE LITERALLY THE KIM HONGJOONG OFC I WOULD LIKE YOU

attempts at suppressing his smile and giggles

fails

is definitely super shy afterwards (no nwjns 🗣️)

joong’s head was laid on your chest as you played with his disheveled brown strands. his arm was wrapped tightly around your waist, eyes low but not completely shut.

anyone who walked in would’ve thought the two of you were dating but the sad part was; you weren’t.

hongjoong normally came over and crashed at your place when he felt overworked or was super tired after schedules. you’d always invite him over so he wouldn’t have to stay in the studio while being tired but eventually he learned that overworking himself was never good.

you knew whenever he was drained. the way his eyes would droop or he’d just come in and flop onto your bed. it’s also why you began to make dinner for him so whenever he came over, he’d have something in his belly because, who knew when he was actually gonna go home?

others knew about the way you took care of hongjoong but never understood why you two haven’t dated.

and that was your biggest mistake because you liked hongjoong. perhaps even loved him. but you didn’t want him to know that. not until now, at least.

seeing him nearly every day and laughing with him or going on trips with him always made you happy. seeing him smile made your heart dance in your chest. you cared deeply about hongjoong on another level. but you never really told him because of how close you two have always been over the years. what if you ruined a good friendship?

but today was the day that you stopped worrying about that. hongjoong is an understanding person so what’s the worst that could happen other than him letting you down slowly? it’s become insufferable for you to keep in so much, so now is when you let loose.

taking in a breath, you softly call hongjoong’s name.

“joong?”

“hm?” his eyebrows raised slightly, eyes now closed but he was awake.

“can i.. can i tell you something?” you asked, softly placing your chin on his head. his arm shifted, pulling you closer and hugging you tighter.

“mhm, i’m listening, bub.” he responded quietly. your heart fluttered at the nickname, a small smile now growing on your face.

“okay, but promise you won’t get upset with me or something? or things won’t be awkward? and-“

he squeezed your hip, chuckling a bit, “spit it out, y/n.”

you took a moment to do so, taking in a few deep breaths.

“joong i.. like you. i have for a long time,” you began, a slight weight lifting off of your shoulders. the room was a bit silent before you continued.

“and i don’t know if you feel the same but i care about you. not just in a best friend way. it sounds cheesy but.. everything you do makes me smile. it makes me feel all fuzzy inside and i’m like, ‘wth is going on?’ but it’s because of you, joong.”

you swallowed hard, waiting for his response. it was silent moments before you heard a small giggle which confused you a bit.

“really? you like like me?” he asked, a big smile plastered on his face.

“i like like you.”

he finally looked up at you, eyes still low but he seemed to be more awake now. he blinked slowly, his eyes now staring into yours.

“i’ve been waiting for you to say that.”

🌿 — seonghwa.

is taken back

LIKE EXCUSE ME 😟

hand over his heart type of stunned

of course he likes you tew pookie 😜😘

he’s just like wait a minute this hottie likes me?? 🤔

you stood in the kitchen next to seonghwa, both of you laughing at each other.

“it’s not sweet enough, hwa!” you giggled, quickly stirring your cupcake batter. he laughed at the mess you made, sugar scattered on the dark countertop.

“i told you to add more sugar, you just don’t listen to me.” his laughter died down a bit.

the whole kitchen was a mess. each of you baked your own batch of cupcakes and obviously your batch wasn’t doing so well.

you both wore dark blue aprons, a small logo stitched on the right side.

seonghwa had bought the aprons for you both the week before, knowing that you’d probably have more days like this.

the two of you had flour and sugar covering your aprons and icing on your face. your side was a bit more messy but seonghwa thought it was cute.

everything you did was cute to him. the way you smiled or the way you got excited about certain things. you were just adorable.

he watched you from his side, not even realizing that he was almost in a trance. he smiled slightly at the way you hurriedly moved around the kitchen.

“can i try one of yours at least?” you turned to him, a pout on your face while your batter was pushed to the side.

hwa smiled once again, long strands moving as he nodded his head.

he grabbed one from the pan, handing it to you. you took a small bite, though some icing had still managed to mark your lip.

he noticed before you felt it, his finger coming to wipe it off. hwa didn’t even realize how close he was until he saw you looking up at him, frozen in place.

his face was a few inches away from yours, the only sound being breathing.

it was only moments before his plump lips were on yours, tasting the sweetness from the icing. the cupcake had been long forgotten, dropped on the floor somewhere as your arms came to wrap around his neck.

the bing crosby christmas album playing from the living room seemed to be slowed down as the two of you were in your own world, lost in each other’s grasp.

after what felt like forever, he pulled away out of breath. his eyes opening to look down at you again, blinking slowly.

“i’m assuming that kiss meant something to you?” you breathed out, playing with the strands that cascaded down to his neck.

he nodded, feeling a tad bit embarrassed from his sudden attack on your lips.

“i love you,” you confessed, finally letting the cat out of the box. “so much.”

“y-you love me? are you sure? i-“

to answer his questions and rambles, you pressed your lips on to his once again, making him melt in the kiss and giving him any other reassurance that he needed.

🌿 — yunho.

LITERALLY IS SO GIDDY

LIKE KICKINF HIS FEET AND GIGGLING TYPE OF GIDDY (on the inside of course)

but he wants to take things slow

he’s in no rush

you and yunho sat in the your room, studying together. papers were scattered across the bed as you both helped each other for your upcoming exam.

“but i think.. mr. kim isn’t really worried about how we got the answer. just if we know the correct one or not.” yunho said, skimming through his papers.

“no? of course he would care, why wouldn’t he?”

“cause the exam is multiple choice.” he snorted.

“i’m still showing my work.” you shrugged, going back to jotting down notes in your journal.

for a while, it was quiet until your mind began to wander. you looked over at yunho, seeing his brows furrowed a bit as he was focused on his writing. his lips parted slightly, mumbling things that would help him remember for the big test.

your gaze remained focused on him, studying his features. you knew it was frowned upon, but you did find your best friend attractive. not just his looks but his personality.

yunho was always nice to everyone he was around. even taking care of them in some type of way.

your crush on him had lasted longer than you could remember. but you confessing to him now seemed like a horrid idea seeing as he just ended a relationship a little more than 2 weeks ago.

ruining your friendship with him was not really something you had in mind but you wanted him to know how you felt even if it did mess up everything. there was just no way you could go the rest of your life without telling him.

“yunho?”

he looked up, humming in response.

“um, i don’t know how you’ll feel after i say this but,” you began to speak, clearing your throat. yunho had put his things down, his full attention on you.

“i.. i like you.” you said quietly, looking down.

“well, i like you too.” he smiled slightly, his hand coming to lightly brush against your cheek.

“no, yun. i like like you.” you sent him a sad smile, expecting him to walk right out on you. but he didn’t. he remained seated on the bed, his smile growing.

“i know. and i like like you too,” he giggled a bit. “we don’t have to rush into anything, though.”

“i don’t want you to rush anyway. you just left a relationship.” you tapped his arm playfully, the both of you now giggling.

🌿 — yeosang.

super shy pt2

does that :> smile

today, you decided to train with yeosang. seeing as though you had nothing better to do, you joined him at the gym.

you whistled jokingly as yeosang dropped the dumbbell he had in his hand, sweat drenching his face and arms.

he noticed the way you’d looked at him, a smug smile on your face.

“are you trying to flirt with me?” he tilted his head, laughing a bit.

“yes, is it working?”

he laughed again, shaking his head at you. he noticed that you’d been flirting with him all day, which wasn’t really like you but he didn’t think much about it.

but what he didn’t know or notice was that you were doing it on purpose. some of the flirting was jokes of course but some of it wasn’t. like when you asked if you could cook dinner for the two of you.

“y/n, you don’t even cook..” he grabbed a towel from his back, patting his neck. you sat next to him on the bench, scoffing.

“can i at least try for the man i love?” you mumbled, looking elsewhere.

yeosang did a double take, confused on whether he heard you right.

“what?” he turned back towards you, a puzzled expression on his face.

you shook your head, starting to get up and brush off the conversation.

he took hold of your wrist, pulling you back gently, “you love me?”

you mumbled a ‘maybe’, still avoiding his gaze. you honestly thought he would’ve been a bit weirded out but instead he laughed.

you looked up to see a pink tint covering his cheeks but not just from working out.

“i, uh, i do too. i love you too, i mean.” he wanted to give you more of a proper response so he gave you a peck on your cheek, feeling too flustered to kiss your lips.

🌿 — san.

you have no idea how relieved this man is

probably sighs out loud

another giggly/smiley one

chatting with san in the small cafe, you both shared smiles and memories in between your coffees.

san was telling a story from when you both met but you just couldn’t focus on what he was saying. you were way too distracted by his beauty to comprehend the words leaving his lips.

you loved everything about san. especially when he was passionate about something like the story he was telling. how he got so into it or how he smiled at the memories you made together.

“y/n?” his voice pulled you out of your trance, causing you to blink for the first time in 5 minutes.

“you okay, bubba?” he laughed a bit.

you nodded your head, your gaze anywhere but him now. the nickname he’d always called you, now gave you butterflies.

his brows furrowed in confusion as his finger came to move your chin so you were looking at him again. he gave you a questionable look, a look of concern washing over his face.

“y/n?”

“san, i like you.” you blurted out, hand coming up to cover your mouth as you seemed to surprise yourself. san’s eyes widened in surprise as well, a soft chuckle escaping him.

his smile was even wider as he let out a relieved sigh. he took both of your hands in his, kissing your knuckles.

“do you know how long i’ve waited to hear that?”

“how long?” you tilted your head slightly, sending him a small smile.

“way too long, sweetheart. way too long.”

🌿 — mingi.

he’s flustered 100%

probably doesn’t know what to say

you groaned as you stumbled into your apartment with mingi holding you up by the waist.

you flopped onto the couch, an arm outstretched towards him.

“i told you not to drink too much.” he giggled, coming to sit next to you.

you whined in protest, sitting up to prop yourself next to him.

“mingi, i love you,” you poked his cheek. “so much. i love you so much.”

he chuckled, moving your hand to your lap.

“i love you too.”

“no,” you draped your arms over his shoulders, your eyes halfway open. “i looove you.”

you placed two wet kisses to his cheek before he stopped you. his eyes were wide in surprise while his cheeks were painted with pink.

“y/n, stop.” he smiled a bit, moving away from you.

“why?” you whined, flopping yourself into his lap. “you don’t love me..”

“no, i do, princess. believe me, i do,” he shook his head, patting your leg as you were already headed to sleep. “you just won’t remember that in the morning.”

he placed a kiss on your forehead, picking you up to head upstairs. what he didn’t know was that you most definitely would remember that the next day.

🌿 — wooyoung.

very smug

but is lowkey like ‘🤭🤭’

even as your friend, wooyoung is very touchy. you’re both always cuddling or his hand is always placed on your waist, someway somehow.

so when he sees that you’re avoiding these things, like hugging him, he finds it a little weird.

“boo bear!” he flopped onto your couch, using one of the stupid nicknames that got you to laugh when you were mad at him. “whatcha doin’ ?”

you motioned toward the tv, flipping through different movies.

he looked at you for a moment, sighing in annoyance, “alright, seriously, what’s wrong?”

you didn’t respond at first, causing him to take the remote away from you.

“wooyoung!” you groan, reaching for the device that was hidden behind his back.

“what’s wrong?” he shifted his arm away from your grasp, ignoring your protests.

you sighed, sitting back in your seat. he waited for you to respond, the remote remaining behind his back until you did.

“i don’t think we should be friends anymore, woo.”

his heart sank at your words. where was this coming from? what did he do to make you feel that way?

but the truth is, it was you not him. over the time of you and woo’s friendship, you recently began to develop feelings for him. with everything he said and did, you found him attractive. you felt your feelings grow stronger everyday, but it eventually became unbearable.

“did i do something?” his brows now furrowed in concern. he turned toward you, grabbing one of your hands to hold on his.

“tell me, y/n and we can work it out together.”

you held your breath, looking down. wooyoung may be silly but he’s very understanding. so why were you so nervous?

“woo, i like you. but maybe we shouldn’t remain as friends because what happens if my feelings ruin what we have? what happens when you don’t like me back and everything is awkward?”

his eyebrows raised slightly as he smiled, “oh, honey. you don’t have to worry about me not having feelings for you.”

it took a few moments for you to realize what he said. before you could look up at him all the way, his lips were on yours.

🌿 — jongho.

keeps his cool

but is actually so relieved on the inside

like this man has loved you for SO LONG!!!??

the two of you laughed as you strolled through a near by park. your arm was linked with jongho’s, your excuse was because it was so cold.

you both conversed about different things or even walking in a comfortable silence at times.

eventually, you both came by a steep hill where the sun was setting. jongho set down a blanket he had brought along, patting it flat against the grass.

you both sat down next to each other, his arm coming to wrap around you. you looked out at the sunset, a soft small resting on your face.

“why’re you smiling so much?” jongho asked, chuckling softly. his hand stroking your arm.

“cause i get to see this with you.” you look up at him, indicating the pretty orange and pink splashes on the sky.

he looked into your eyes for a bit, taking in everything you said and did.

“i wouldn’t wanna see it with anyone else, jong,” you looked at him for a moment before leaning up to kiss the corner of his mouth. he breathed out as if he’d been holding his breath and waiting for you to say that.

“i love you.” you smiled. his other hand came to rest on your cheek as he pulled you in for a real kiss.

“not more than i love you.”

⟢ milan’s note: this kinda sucks booty cause i got sleepy while writing it but im writing for my pookies again !! <33

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vendetta-if · 2 months

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So, question about Yvette. Did she ever want to be a mother? It's definitely implied that the pregnancy was unplanned.

I'm curious if she went through with the pregnancy because Viktor was willing/wanted to raise MC, or if Yvette got cold feet after their birth.

I'm always mixed about Yvette, her choice to not be involved in MC's life was certainly selfish, but no one should be forced to become a parent, especially if the child in question will be taken care of.

From what I’ve seen so far, I think a lot of readers also didn’t really have a problem with her not wanting to be a mother because she didn’t want to, but they seemed to mostly dislike her after she humiliated MC in the store 😔 Anyway, I’ll take the chance to kind of explain more about Yvette’s line of thoughts when she found out that she was pregnant, so it’ll be a bit long.

At that time, she was not ready to become a mother and wanted to focus fully on her career. She did decide to go through with the pregnancy because Viktor begged her to keep the baby and promised that he would take care and raise the baby all by himself—he wouldn’t try to pester or get her to get involved whatsoever in the baby’s life.

And Yvette agreed to it because she loved him a lot… and she was also aware that this hidden relationship between her and Viktor was already coming to an end, especially now that she got pregnant. She knew she couldn’t keep stringing Viktor along like that, and as painful as it was for the two of them, the relationship had to come to an end.

To her, agreeing to giving birth to MC was one last grand gesture of love for Viktor before they went on their separate ways in life.

Selfishly enough—and this is not something that she would admit even to herself—she was also hoping that raising MC would kind of make it harder for Viktor to try start another serious relationship and fully move on as she already established herself as the mother of his child, and that MC would also be something for Viktor to remember her by.

Deep down, she’s still in love with Viktor and she kind of secretly held out hope that Viktor would keep waiting for her, for when her superhero career was finally at its peak and fully stable so she could potentially return to him.

I’ve touched upon this before, but I feel one of Yvette’s biggest flaws is that she just couldn’t choose and wanted to eat her cake and have it too. She kept her relationship with Viktor a secret because she didn’t want to jeopardize her career. And when that failed and she was forced to choose, she still tried to think of a way to get that back in the future.

Yes, young her was selfish and only thought of what’s best for her and what she wanted. Maybe it’s a product of her upbringing. She was born an only child to a wealthy family and if her charisma and beauty alone were not enough to charm people around her growing up, she has her Empathy power.

But I do believe that she did quite a lot of growing up and self-introspection since then, especially after the bookstore incident with MC and Viktor’s death. She is still far from perfect but she’s also not the person she was 20 years ago.

Also, ironically enough, her hope of Viktor having a hard time moving on from her because of MC turned out to be the opposite. Viktor actually moved on and got over most of his feelings for her because he was so focused and happy raising MC, making them his number one priority in life.

During the first few years after MC was born, Viktor still kept contact with her, meeting her every couple of weeks or so and during these meetings, Viktor would tell stories about MC and even showed her some baby pics. Eventually, that became less and less frequent until it finally stopped altogether as Viktor became more preoccupied with raising MC, and Yvette with her career.

#asks #char: yvette #char: viktor #if: vendetta #if vendetta #vendetta if #if game #if wip #dashingdon #choicescript #hosted games #choice of games #cyoa #cyoa game

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mxqdii · 8 months

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Hi! Can you write something about how Mattheo or Theo would react to someone yelling and being really mean to y/n? It can be fluff or smut I will leave it to you❤️

what i was made for - m.s

pairings: mattheo riddle x reader

summary: mattheo comforting reader as she breaks down

warning(s): violence, comfort, mentions of killing curse, cursing, very sad ending (prepare yourself)

a/n: so originally, i was doing the request. but i ended up getting carried away with ideas.. and so if anybody wants me to make this a series i can !!

not proofread

it's been a really bad week.

everyone found out about my dad being a death eater, causing me to loose friends and people just viewing me differently

i get dirty look walking to class, whispering all around me, people gossiping and spreading lies.

it's hell

thankfully, i still have my friendgroup in slytherin, because at least they'll hear me out.

i also have my boyfriend mattheo

he's been nothing but sweet while everything has been chaos

he's helped me a lot, more then he'll ever know,

although, recently i've been more distant.

thing's have been getting harder, and i can't help but feel weak.

i don't want mattheo fighting all my battles for me, and also, it's just overall embarrassing

as i walk to potions, a group of girls stop in front of me.

i sigh, recognizing them instantly

they've been tormenting me this whole week

"what now" i say with a groan

"well, we just wanted to say we're sorry about what we said" one of the girls says and i keep my annoyed expression

"no you're not" i laugh

they all scoff and walk away, except one.

"go on now" i say, voice slightly raised.

"no, because you see.. they don't like you because of your dad, me on the other hand? i just don't like you." she says

i can't help but admit, her words caught me by surprise a bit.

"okay... why?" i say and she grins

"you don't remember me do you?"

i examine her face, trying to find the familiarity.

and then it hits me

"jasmine.." i mumble and she nods

jasmine was a girl in my class third year, she ended up leaving the school because of her ex.

"the look on your face? priceless. honestly, it was one of my reasons to come back" she says and i scoff

i see her tie her hair up

"you- you wanna fight me?!" i shout and she grins

"cmon, one way to settle this, you win? i'm gone, for good this time" she says nodding

next thing i know, jasmine is on the floor with a black eye and a broken nose.

i run back to the common room, getting stopped before i get there.

cormac.

"what happened? you finally get what you deserved?" he says, all his friends laughing

"fuck off" i say, trying to walk away

he grabs my wrist and i try to break out of his grasp but fail.

"let go of me!!" i shout, still trying to break free.

he abruptly lets go, making me fall.

him and his friends laugh and i stand up, tears filling my eyes.

i push him up against a wall, pointing my wand to his throat.

"you fucking mess with me again i'll avada kedavra your ass you understand?" i yell and he doesn't say anything, eyes widening

"do you understand??" i yell louder this time and he nods in fear

i loosen my grip, my wand now not being so pushed up against him, looking around i see all his friends looking at me terrified, looking the other direction i see mattheo.

i put my wand away, walking to my dorm, looking down the whole time.

closing my door, i break down completely.

i threatened someone with the killing curse

it hits me then suddenly,

i'm becoming just like my father.

i hear a knock on my door, not bothering to answer.

the door opens anyway, making me wipe my tears and any possible blood on my face

i'm met with mattheos soft gaze, the concern and worry in his eyes.

"get out!" i yell

"no" he says, walking closer to me

"mattheo.. GET OUT!!!" i shout

he's now inches away.

"get out, get out, get out." i say repeatedly, hitting his chest.

"let it out, it's okay" he mumbles softly

i eventually give up, just falling to my knees sobbing

he pulls me into a hug, stroking my hair.

after what feels like forever, but what was probably only a minute, i wipe my tears and sigh.

"sorry, i'm okay" i say sniffling

"stop telling me you're okay, you're not." he says and i look down in defeat.

"cmon" he says, grabbing my hand and dragging me to the bathroom

he grabs q-tips and hydrogen peroxide, cleaning the cuts on my face

the stinging doesn't phase me at this point, being too numb to really care.

"i'm becoming my father" i mumble and he stops his actions

"what? no you're not" he says and i scoff

"i threatened cormac with the killing curse mattheo, thats not something someone says in a civil conversation. i'd be surprised if i dont get expelled" i express

"i'll talk to mcgonagall about it okay?" he mumbles and i nod

after cleaning my wounds, we head into bed.

he wraps his arms around me, feeling overwhelmed by his warmth, i fall asleep.

i wake up in the middle of the night, gathering a sweater and my shoes.

i tiptoe out of my dorm to the astronomy tower.

i think about everything thats happened this past week

people finding out about my father, people hating me, threatning cormac.

it's that moment that a flip inside of me flips

a moment of clarity, realization.

i hear footsteps behind me, turning around and seeing the exact person i called for

"i'm ready" i say to him, walking closer.

in the end, all of this, it's all apart of the journey. because i am my father, and i couldn't come to terms with it before, but i am now, i can't deny destiny.

"you will be great, just as your father is." he says and i nod

"thank you, my lord" i say, looking at my wrist seeing the deatheater mark.

looking down at it, i smile, i feel complete.

i liked the power i had over cormac, the rush, the adrenaline. i liked fighting jasmine, that feeling of control.

about jasmine by the way, forgot to mention.. she was my ex. and she left because of me, she found out about my father and i told her to leave, and if she ever came back i'd have him kill her.

that was the start, where everything started going wrong.

i hear footsteps coming up the stairs, seeing mattheo.

"baby why'd you-" he starts speaking, but i notice his gaze shifting to my wrist

his eyes widen and fill with tears

"no... you didn't" he says in disbelief

"th-thats not fair.. i did what i was supposed to do..!" he shouts

i look at him in confusion

"i tried so hard, so hard. to make sure you never got the mark, i did everything, begged him not to" he explains

"mattheo, i did this, it was me."

the look on his face changes, changes to digust and shame.

"you wanted this?!?!" he shouts, tears falling down his face

"who.. who are you?" he cries, looking me up in down with that disgusted expression.

"mattheo.. think of how great we could be, we could be a team. do this together-" i start

"together? together?!?!" he yells

"you want me to- how long? how long have you been planning this?" he asks

"you don't want me to answer that mattheo." i say in honesty

"i hurt people mattheo, it's all i'm good at. i'm sorry you were the one to love me, when i told you not to, you should have listened" i added

"you were right, you are your father." he says in horror and i smile

"takes one to know one" i say, adding on a final goodbye,

"goodbye mattheo"

a/n: could make this into a potential series if anyone would want that, lmk!!

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naffeclipse · 1 month

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Hi! Same Anon that sent in the human Y/N with the baby Sirens Sun and Moon (I'm so glad you liked it! :)

You wrote that piece so wonderfully! And I adore all of your stories so much!

I just can't help but imagine that the Reclusive Writer Y/N might be more open to becoming a Siren, with the irony being that their babies would get the chance to teach them things!

Of course that first day as a Siren might not go over that well because the babies-now-teens failed to register Y/N never had a fluke before and the things they knew the basics from birth. Like stopping...(Crashed into a rock) Depth perception (Missed the air hole and hit the ice with their head) and hunting... (Got sucker punched by an octopus)

First night ends with Orca-writer unconscious on Eclipse from a concussion...

I loved it so much, ahh! I'm glad you enjoyed it! <3

The recluse isn't an easy human to persuade into becoming a siren. As much as Eclipse adores you and wants you in the water with your siren sons, you're a bit stubborn and set in your ways. (Hence the recluse part.) So, you would spend a long time telling Eclipse no whenever he says you could swim with him, Sun, and Moon. It would be an easy song to sing.

You keep resisting due more to their nature than any logic or will, and Eclipse tells you that one day you will say yet (and you laugh at that), but eventually, you notice how Sun and Moon keep swimming farther and farther out, exploring the sea. You enjoy the closeness with Eclipse and know you could still be closer if you simply accepted...

It's just a hard thing to change about yourself. You love your babies (and you love Eclipse, you love raising Sun and Moon with him), but trading your legs for a tail is a big decision. It's not one you take lightly.

You finally ask Sun and Moon one day if it would change anything if you become a siren, if they might see you differently than the human who raised them. (Eclipse says they're almost grown, ready to be adults.) Sun and Moon look at each other before agreeing that no, it wouldn't change anything. They love you. So long as you are here with them, they are happy.

That's the only answer you need before you turn to Eclipse and tell him that you'll let him sing his song and take you into the water. Sun and Moon are thrilled.

Of course, the first day is full of baby steps (wasn't it just yesterday you were filling a bathtub for the baby sirens, and now they're helping you to swim under the ice sheet to open waters?) Eclipse guides you most of the time. Sun and Moon are a bit too eager and restless to truly teach you, but they do hold tight to your arm to keep you upright when Eclipse has to leave your side for a moment, and they sing and trill such joyous sounds because now, there's no reason to ever be apart from each other. You're with your family forevermore.

#apex polarity #recluse!reader #orca!eclipse #orca!sun #orca!moon #naff writing

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theboyzism · 10 months

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[ATEEZ] friends with benefits | mingi

➳ genre: smut/suggestive, very light angst-ish? (minors dni!) ➳ ficstyle: bulletpoints ➳ pairing: fwb! mingi x gn!reader ➳ warnings: friends with benefits relationship, very slight smut, dirty talk, jealousy, hint of angst pls let me know if there are any missing!

HOW IT STARTED

mingi was jealous

not just jealous but furious

he was not used to having competition

it's was the third time in the same week that yunho had left to go meet up with you, a regular occurrence by now

now while yunho and mingi didn't exactly have any plans for today, he certainly saw you as a threat, someone who made yunho ditch him

and he couldn't understand why yeosang, who was the only ateez member to have met you so far, liked you so much as well

yunho was quick to notice mingi's huff when your name left his lips

"you know you could just come with. give them a chance, i know you'd like them"

mingi was curious to meet you indeed

he wanted to give you a piece of his mind for stealing his best friend

but when he took yunho up on the offer he didn't expect to take an interest in you

contrary to his initial thought of you

he finally understood why yunho and yeosang liked you so much

instead of feeling annoyed whenever your name was mentioned

he now felt excited

the three of you quickly became a trio with the occasional yeosang a quadruple

but you know what they say about trios..

anyways

while yunho was down with a cold and nursed by seonghwa, mingi still decided to come over to your planned movie night

you liked mingi

maybe there was even a little bit of attraction from your side

but you two had never hung out alone before and it was super awkward now without yunho

the air got even more suffocating when a sex scene came on in the movie

mingi let out a cough while blushing, trying to look anywhere but at the tv or you

"it's just sex mingi" you chuckled, trying to overplay the awkwardness

while you didn't seem completely innocent, he blushed even harder at your words

the taunting tone of your words making him feel as if you were challenging him

turning to you, he raised his eyebrow

"so if it's just sex, you wouldn't mind doing the same with me?"

while you were definitely trying to rile him up, you didn't expect him to feed into your little game

"please, i doubt you could get me to cum as fast as she did, she seriously has no self-control" pointing at the tv you failed to notice mingi's eyes narrowing

and now you had done it

"you're on" was all he said before pulling you onto his lap

and so it became a regular thing

HOW IT WENT

you were doing it quite frequently

thanks to mingi's high sex drive

it was all about having fun

and during that time you two just got closer

eventually becoming extremely good friends

now neither of you told yunho

you just blamed your hanging out on being good friends, thanks to yunho

often when you'd hang out together, mingi would offer to take you home, while yunho already went back to the dorm

yunho didn't know when exactly he became a third wheel amongst his two best friends

let's just say that you two tried to not be obvious but you weren't exactly doing a the best job

mingi would love to explore sexually with you

trying all kind of new things

and he'd be so sweet too

i feel like he would spoil you with small gifts

"oh this little bunny keychain? it reminded me of you"

would always support you and listen to every word you say

except for the sneaking around

you could almost swear he was acting like your actual boyfriend

HOW IT ENDED

now everyone has their flaws

and one of mingi's was that he could get uncontrollably horny

while mingi had reassured you were alone at the dorms

you still felt it was extremely risky

promising to be quick and needing some sort of relief, mingi had already positioned himself

and as soon as he started thrusting himself into you

the worry in your brain had been replaced with pleasure

surprisingly it all seemed to go well

that was until you had put on your clothes and made your way into the living room, yunho sitting on the couch, waiting for you two

yes he knew for quite some time now

and while he didn't really care cause it's not his business

he had a problem with both of his friends lying to him

and honestly he felt left out in the friendship

you thought mingi and you were on the same page

however that table turned when yunho asked if it was just a fwb thing or if there was more

while you were confident to say that it is just sex

mingi was not

staring at him wide-eyed, yunho took the cue to leave, excusing himself

"what the hell do you mean with 'it is not just sex'?"

mingi could always read your emotions well

except for this time

"shit y/n, i cannot lie to him or to you"

when you just looked at him, mouth still parted in shock, he walked over to you, closing the gap

"you think i didn't fall in love with you? i want us to date, i want to be your boyfriend y/n"

you could feel your stomach twist

you didn't want to hurt him

but you simply didn't feel the same way

turning him down must've been one of the hardest things in your life

the way you saw him cry for the first time

you blamed yourself more than anything

you should've noticed his feelings sooner

before it got too serious

that way you would've never broken his heart

if yunho wouldn't have been there to confront you two, how much longer would it have gone on?

while you were still close to yunho and after some suffering successfully made amends, your relationship to mingi was superficial, if even existing at this point

seeing him move on with someone else felt oddly painful

it made you feel jealous and hurt

you wanted mingi to be happy, you really did

but you just couldn't feel entirely happy for him, not when we was with someone else

while it felt like the little gifts he gave you were looming over you

the bunny keychain decorating your backpack

deciding to toss them into a box and into the deepest corner of your closet

no matter what you did or which methods you tried

you couldn't move on from him

deciding not to be the asshole that first rejected him and then wanted him back as soon as he got into a relationship

you never told anyone how you felt

simply swallowing your pain

unbeknownst to the fact that he wanted you just as much

#ateez #atz #ateez smut #atz smut #ateez scenarios #ateez imagines #atz scenarios #atz imagines #atz oneshot #ateez oneshot #ateez x reader #mingi imagines #mingi smut #mingi x reader #mingi x y/n #ateez reactions #atz reactions

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explosionkatsu · 10 months

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“The moon is beautiful, isn’t it?”

After failing to protect the civilian from the villains, your agency told you to take a break after seeing how much it affected you. You were supposed to keep them safe but you failed. We're you supposed to be a hero at this point?

They gave you a week off since they witnessed how distraught and easily get distracted you get. Your performance decreases, as well as your appetite. You were convincing yourself you needed this. But things were living in your head rent-free. Mainly that incident where the family of the victim blamed you. They were yelling at you and you couldn't say anything. You were thankful that Deku was there but the yelling wouldn't stop.

Days after that incident, your co-heroes invited you to join them for a drink. You were too afraid to even show your face in public but they were being too pushy, especially Mina and Denki. Still, you force yourself to get off of your bed and join. You were glad they decided to drink in the evening. You’ll have no problem hiding your face.

As soon as you got to the location, you saw everyone already starting. You can see half of your high school classmates there.

Momo was the first one to see you. You saw her wave at you and quickly stood up to approach you.

A smile couldn't even travel to your lips. You were not really in a good situation.

Quickly but gently, Momo took you in a tight embrace. You heard her whisper something but the noise was too loud. Eventually, she let go and guided you to the group. There you see Deku’s group, as well as Bakugo’s.

You were honestly surprised to even see him here knowing his rival was in here as well. Although you know so well that Kirishima just forced him to come.

Everything went well, they were laughing, reminiscing, and even a bit of gambling with a Momo lecturing. It made you a bit better.

You watched everyone silently while holding your drink when suddenly, you felt someone kick you from under the table. You flickered your eyes in front of you only to see a pair of velvet eyes looking back at you.

The glass he was drinking up was covering half of his face, only his eyes were visible. It was piercing you, pushing you to look away. But another kick was sent to you, making you look back at him raising an eyebrow this time.

You saw him raise his eyebrow back at you as if challenging you, but you were not in the mood for this. Turning your gaze away from him, you sneaked away from the table and went to the back door that leads to the rooftop. You push the door open and the fresh air immediately hits your face.

You took a step out of the establishment closing the door behind and stayed there for how long.

It seems like they noticed you were gone for too long because you heard the same door you come from creak open and shut.

You didn't look behind you though, you were busy staring at the sky.

“I didn’t know you were the type of person to sneak out of something like that.”

You heard him say.

“Everything is too loud downstairs.” You answered. “I didn't expect you to follow me, though.”

You heard the footsteps stop beside you.

“You were gone for too long. Plus, I don't think everyone noticed. They were too busy trying to win their stupid card game.” He spoke out while standing beside you.

“Is that your excuse for wanting to see me, Katsuki?” You chuckled before finally looking at him.

“Fuck off,” Katsuki smirked looking back at you.

“I can't. You were the one who approached me first.” You faked a pout before letting out a soft giggle.

“You’re lucky I like you.” Katsuki rolled his eyes as he slowly went closer to your side.

“And you never fail to remind me.” You said after giggling.

“I heard what happened.” He was afraid to open this subject after what he heard about you.

Your mood suddenly dropped remembering the incident and he never failed to catch a glimpse of this.

“I’m sorry I wasn't there to help you.” He said but received no response. “Heroes are supposed to protect everyone, I know. We aren't perfect.” He paused.

“We’re risking our lives to protect them only to receive that kind of treatment in return.” He added.

His words were making you tear up.

“I don't understand what you feel right now, but don't let it get to you. Don't let it eat you alive. You flunked, learn from it.”

You looked at Katsuki while was also starting in the evening sky.

You’ve never seen this side of him. Probably because you two were always bullying each other.

“I’m saying this because I don't like seeing you like this,” Katsuki admitted, thankful that it was dark. “It..”

You waited.

“Hurts.”

You heard him whisper as more tears fall from your eyes.

Once again, Katsuki looked at you, this time, he raise his palm and wiped your tears away with his thumb.

“Don’t cry, idiot.”

You were still tearing up as you unconsciously lean your cheek against his palm.

“Hey, Katsuki.” You called softly.

“Yeah?” He answered.

“The moon is beautiful, isn’t it?”

Hearing you say this made his eyes widen, but he eventually compose himself and chuckled. “It fucking is.”

Slowly, he leaned down and carefully place his lips against yours.

“Fucking finally.”

#bakugou katsuki #bnha bakugo katsuki #bakugou x reader #mha bakugou #katsuki bakugo mha #bakugou x y/n #bnha bakugou #bakugou katuski x reader #bakugou x you #katsuki bakugo x reader

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lendeah · 2 months

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The currents of destiny

Chapter 5 : End of beggining.

Summary: The phrase "end of beginning" encapsulates significant milestones which signify the conclusion of an introductory phase. It signals the triumph over initial challenges and uncertainties, ushering in a transition towards more substantial or crucial stages. As they navigate through these turning points, they confront new sets of challenges and opportunities, propelling them into uncharted territory filled with promise and uncertainty alike. Pairing: Astarion x Fem!Reader/Tav Word Count: 4.4k Tags: Heavy Angst, Psychological Trauma, Blood and Violence, Character Death, Psychological Torture (kind of), Emotional Manipulation, Verbal Abuse, but just chapter 2, Angst with a Happy Ending, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Eventual Fluff, Eventual Happy Ending.

a/n: Ahhh finally the last part is out! I can't believe it. Thank you all so much for your support on this small series! Hope you enjoy the final chapter as well :)

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The night had stretched on and he still hadn't returned. She could feel the dried trails of tears on her cheeks, her face stiff with fear. Shadowheart lay curled up beside her on the bed, her presence a small comfort against the overwhelming sense of dread that consumed her body since last evening. His words rang in her head like a twisted mantra: I hope you die screaming, I hope you die screaming...

And the worst part was, from the look of his eyes, she knew he had meant every word.

As the first rays of morning stretched across the Elfsong room and Astarion was still nowhere in sight, she knew she couldn't stay there any longer. What if something terrible had happened to him? He had no weapons, no clothes, no coin… The thought twisted her stomach into knots. She needed to talk to him. Needed to explain everything to him.

The weight of her decision hung heavy on her heart as she slowly rose from the comfort of her bed. She took extra care not to disturb Shadowheart, who was still fast asleep beside her. The rest of their companions also seemed to be in deep slumber, their soft snores filling the room with a peaceful rhythm. With careful movements, she began to pack her belongings into a small bag, trying not to make any noise. The only sounds were the soft rustle of fabric and the occasional creaking of floorboards under her feet. Once she had everything she needed, she tiptoed towards the door and gently closed it behind her, leaving the others undisturbed in their dreams.

Once she was out of earshot, she released a heavy breath.

“Tav?” Wyll's voice broke the silence of the hallway, causing Tav to jump in surprise.

She turned around to find him standing there, her hand still gripping the doorknob.

"Wyll? What are you doing here?" she asked, trying to sound calm and collected even though her heart was still racing.

Wyll's expression was a mix of confusion and concern as he looked at her. "I could ask you the same thing," he replied.

Tav's mind raced as she tried to come up with an excuse. "I...I needed some fresh air," she said lamely, gesturing towards the door.

"At this time?" Wyll raised an eyebrow skeptically. His gaze was soft as he observed her. “Isn’t it a bit early to leave?”

Tav's heart sank as she looked into Wyll's concerned eyes. She considered telling him the truth; if any of her companions would understand her motives, it would definitely be heroic, gentle and compassionate Wyll.

“I am going to look for Astarion.”

Wyll's smile wavered and the playful light faded from his eyes.

"I had a feeling you would," He sighed, setting aside his wine cup and getting closer to her. "Yesterday was quite something. You must be feeling shaken."

Tav felt the familiar sting of tears in her eyes. Gods, why was she like this? She turned away from Wyll, unable to meet his understanding gaze.

"I failed him," she whispered, her voice cracking with emotion.

Wyll's hand left her shoulder and gently turned her towards him so that their eyes met. "No, Tav. You did what was right. A pact with the devil is never a good idea, trust me on that."

"But I took away the only chance at freedom," she sobbed.

Wyll's face softened as he gently brushed away Tav's tears with his thumb. "You did what you had to do to protect him," he reassured, his tone firm. "We both know that the ritual would have trapped him just as much as it would have freed him." He smiled slightly. "And when we find Astarion, he'll understand too."

Tav's heart ached at Wyll's words. She knew he was right, but the guilt and regret were still eating away at her.

Tav looked down at her hands, "I'm sorry, Wyll. I didn't want to drag any of you into this mess, especially not anymore than I already have."

Wyll shook his head gently, "No need for apologies, Tav. We all have our own battles to fight. And as your friend, all I want is for you to find happiness."

She brushed a lock of hair behind her ear, meeting Wyll's understanding gaze with a small smile. "It's just hard not to worry about Astarion."

Wyll let out a soft chuckle, his eyes sparkling in the early morning light. "Astarion may be many things, my friend, but helpless isn't one of them." Wyll sighed heavily, scratching at his stubbled chin as he looked toward the closed door of the inn. "Our Astarion... He's not one to wear his heart on his sleeve, I'll give you that. But he's... changed since meeting you."

Tav blinked in surprise at his words. “Has he?”

Wyll chuckled softly, running a hand lightly through his hair as he leaned against the wall. "Well for starters," he said, "he's actually stopped to listen to someone else for once in his life. You have shown him another side of life he hadn’t seen in centuries. Kindness. Love. And that is something this dreamer's heart can appreciate."

The thought of Astarion finding some solace and happiness in their brief time together brought a small smile to her face.

"He deserves it," she said softly, her eyes on the closed door once again. "He's been through so much. I can't even begin to understand the pain he carries."

Wyll nodded in understanding. "None of us can," he said. "But I believe you have given him a glimmer of hope that maybe things can be different."

Tav nodded. She was feeling a determination unlike any she had known before. Her heart was set on finding Astarion and mending their relationship, no matter what it took. She knew they would.

“Thank you, Wyll,” she said gratefully, her strong hands gripping his in a firm shake. “I needed to hear that.”

He chuckled lightly, patting her hand before stepping back. “From one dreamer to another,” he said with a wink. “We've got to stick together.”

Tav gave Wyll a final nod before setting off, leaving her weapons and armor behind at the room. The morning air was cool against her skin as she stepped out of the Elfsong Tavern. She stood on the cobbled street, her mind racing as she tried to recall any place Astarion may have mentioned frequenting in Baldur's Gate besides the numerous taverns, but her efforts were fruitless. The faint smell of wet stone and brewing coffee filled her senses as she scanned the bustling streets for any sign of her elusive companion. Where in the hells could he have gone?

As she walked numerous streets, she felt the city stirring around her. Baldur's Gate was coming alive with the break of day; vendors were setting up their stalls, peddling goods from exotic spices to finely crafted weapons. The air buzzed with energy, and under different circumstances, she would have loved to explore this side of the city.

But not today. Today, her mind was too consumed with worry for Astarion.

For what seemed like hours, she combed the grim streets of Baldur's Gate, desperately seeking any trace of her missing companion. Now, she found herself in a narrow passage near the bustling docks, an eerie chill creeping down her spine. Before she could even process where she was, a sound behind her caused her to whirl around, heart pounding against her rib cage. The alley was cloaked in darkness, the tall buildings looming over her like foreboding sentinels. As she strained her eyes to make out any shapes in the shadows, a massive figure began to approach with menacing steps.

"That is a nice necklace, lady," a gruff voice said. "Hand it over and no one gets hurt."

She tore her gaze from the figure to look down at the pendant around her neck - an intricately-designed piece of jewelry that was a gift from Arabella’s deceased parents. There was no way in hell she was going to part with it. Her first instinct was to grab for her longsword, but her hand came up empty. She cursed herself for leaving all of her weapons behind at Elfsong.

"I'm afraid that's not possible," she said evenly, trying not to betray the fear that was gnawing at her insides.

A menacing laugh echoed through the brick walls, sending shivers down her spine. "Then I guess we'll have to do this the hard way."

Before she could react, he lunged at her. Instinctively she sidestepped his attack, but without a weapon in hand, she knew this wasn't a fight she could easily win. Not with a man his size. As he pushed further into her space, unveiling a wicked dagger from beneath his cloak, a fleeting thought crossed her mind: would this be how it ended? In a dirty allyway of all places? Would all of their battles and sacrifices be for nothing?

Before Tav could retaliate, another figure appeared beside them.

“How awfully typical of you to walk alone into a deserted alley and end up getting robbed.”

The new voice was smooth, with a lilt of amusement woven in with scorn. Tav’s heart pounded in her chest as she recognized the speaker.

Her assailant paused, looking warily over his shoulder at Astarion, who leaned lazily against the brick wall, the early morning light casting an ethereal glow around him. Astarion's crimson eyes glinted dangerously as he looked from Tav to the man.

The thug sneered at Astarion. "And who might you be?"

Astarion shrugged nonchalantly, pushing off from the wall and stepping into the dim light. "Oh, nobody special." He cracked his knuckles, the slightest smirk playing on his lips. "Tell me, is mugging the first thing they teach in thug school? Or are you just unusually incompetent?"

The man growled, clearly not liking being mocked. He made a move towards Astarion, whose smirk widened into a grin that showcased his razor-sharp fangs. It happened so fast Tav hardly had time to react; one moment, the thug was standing upright, snarling and waving his knife; then next, he was sprawled on the ground unconscious.

“Thank you for the gift, how very kind of you.” the vampire added, taking the dagger that was now on the floor. She would have rolled your eyes at his theatrics, but her heart was beating so hard at the sight of him, alive and unharmed, that all she could do was stare.

“Astarion…” her voice wavered, “You’re okay.” It wasn’t a question but a mere statement of relief.

“This is hardly the hero's welcome I was expecting,” he quipped, tucking the stolen dagger into his belt. He then turned to regard her, his smirk fading into something softer. “But I suppose it will have to do.”

Tav moved closer to him, her gaze scanning his body for any injuries. He was still shirtless and caked in blood, but she breathed a sigh of relief upon realizing that it was mostly from Cazador and not him.

“I was worried about you, I-” she choked on a sob, her eyes filling with tears. Her heart raced and her thoughts whirled as she tried to express all the worry and fear she had been holding in, all the pain and anger, but the word didn’t seem to come to her mouth. But she didn’t have a chance to speak as suddenly, he was there. His arms wrapped around her body in an embrace she had never felt before. It was as if he was holding on for dear life, as if he couldn't bear the thought of letting her go.

Tav let herself relax into his arms, her own wrapping around his waist as she buried her face in his chest. The smell of him, the soft coldness of his skin, everything was so familiar to her. They stood there, holding each other in the dimly lit alleyway, and Tav couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sense of relief and comfort. She had been so scared for Astarion's safety, and now that he was back in her arms, all she wanted to do was hold onto him forever.

Astarion rested his chin on top of her head and let out a contented sigh.

"I'm sorry," Astarion murmured into her hair, his voice wavering too. "I have treated you terribly," Astarion pulled back, his hands cupping her face as he looked into her eyes. "I never should have left you in the first place," he said, his voice filled with regret.

Tav's heart ached at the sincerity in his words. She wanted to be angry at him, to yell and scream and make him feel guilty for leaving her behind. She had thought of the many things she would say to him when she encountered him again: I hate you, I’m sorry, I love you…

But this, she didn’t expect this. The vulnerability he was showing. The broken look in his face. As she looked into his eyes, all she could see was the pain and regret that mirrored her own.

"I- I don't know what to say," Tav stammered out, her voice trembling.

Astarion's hands dropped from her face and he took a step back, giving her space. "You don't have to say anything," he said softly. "I just...I needed to see you again. To make things right for once."

She stood silently, trying to process her thoughts. Before she could say anything else, though, Astarion continued.

“I didn’t mean anything I said in Cazador’s place. I wasn’t myself. I didn’t see the full picture.” His eyes were glazed, as if reliving a memory. “If I had carried on with the ritual, I would- I would have done unspeakable things to you. I would have become like him.” He took a shaky breath. “And you knew. Because you saw the potential in me. You saw someone else I could be. Someone… better.”

Tav swallowed, her eyes welling up again. "Astarion... "

“Wait,” he cut her off, raising a hand. “I need to say this.” He looked down, as if trying to compose his thoughts, ”I'm… not entirely sure what came over me back there,” he confessed, his gaze fixed on the ground. “But I do know one thing for certain...I don't want to be that person. Not again.” He looked up at her then, a flicker of hope in his dark eyes. “I love you. I love this. And I want it all” he paused awkwardly before continuing, “that is, if you want to take me back, of course.”

She stared at him, his confession echoing in her ears. She searched his face for any hint of deceit but found none. He was looking at her with such intensity, such sincerity that it took her breath away. She couldn't believe it. After everything that had happened... he was standing in front of her, asking for a second chance. Telling her he loved her. She knew there were countless things they needed to discuss, so much to resolve between them. But it could wait, they would have plenty of time for that later.

She took a deep breath, trying to steady her nerves, before finally meeting his gaze. “Astarion,” she began, her voice trembling slightly. “Of course I forgive you. You know I love you. And I would do anything for you.” Tav's words hung in the air for a moment before Astarion's face broke into a wide grin. He was about to speak but she covered his mouth. ”But. If you ever say something like that again, if you ever leave me like that again, this… us. Will be over. For good.”

Tav could see the excitement in Astarion's eyes despite her words.

“Oh darling, I would never,” he said earnestly. “I promise. From now on, I will only be good Astarion. Well, as good as I can be, of course. Selfless as I am, even I have my limits.”

A small smile tugged at the corners of Tav's lips as she looked at the vampire. Despite everything, she couldn't help but feel a sense of hope and happiness at his words.

"I believe you," she said softly, reaching out to gently place a hand on his cheek. "And I forgive you."

Astarion's face lit up with relief and gratitude, and he leaned into her touch. "Thank you, my love," he breathed, his voice filled with emotion. They stood like that for what felt like an eternity, until a low groan caught their attention. They looked at the robber, stirring on the ground.

“Well, I believe that’s our cue. We should go back with the rest of our esteemed companions. I’m sure they will be so very excited to see me.”

Tav chuckled as she followed Astarion out of the alleyway and back towards the Elfsong, their hearts still racing from the events that had just transpired. As they turned onto the busy street where the tavern was located, Astarion suddenly stopped, causing Tav to nearly bump into him.

“Is everything alright?” she asked, her brows furrowed in concern.

Astarion didn't answer, instead he turned her towards him and pulled her into a soft kiss. Tav's eyes widened in surprise before she melted into the kiss, wrapping her arms around his neck. It felt like an eternity before they finally pulled apart, both of them breathing heavily.

Astarion gazed down at her with a soft smile. “I just couldn't resist,” he said, his voice husky. “You look stunning in my shirt.”

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From that point on, both of them worked on rebuilding their relationship. Astarion stayed true to his promise of being a better person, and Tav could see the effort he was putting in every day. She was grateful for this new side of him, one that she had never seen before, but a part of her couldn't help but wonder what had sparked such a sudden transformation, almost overnight. Despite her lingering curiosity, Tav made the conscious decision to let go of her concerns about Astarion's change. There were more pressing matters at hand to focus on anyway.

After successfully defeating the Elder Brain and putting an end to the reign of the Absolute, she thought their journey would finally come to an end and they could finally rest. However, they soon found themselves faced with the daunting task of rebuilding Baldur's Gate, which had been left in shambles after the final battle. Astarion didn't seem bothered by not being able to walk in the sun anymore, or the fact that they couldn’t start searching for a cure right away. He assured her that they would find a way eventually, much to her surprise. It was a far cry from the hopeless vampire she had first met.

Time went by so fast after that, as Tav and her companions were hailed as heroes, and they were given every luxury that came with their new fame. They all had a mansion at their disposal, but Tav and Astarion chose to settle into a small house near the sea. It was a cozy home, with a breathtaking view of the ocean from their porch.

The vampire seemed content with their new life, away from all the chaos and the threat of an imminent death. He spent his days reading books from Tav's collection or sketching in his journal. But it was during their nightly walks on the beach when Tav saw him truly come alive. Underneath the starry sky, Astarion would take her hand and dance with her on the sand, spinning her around until they were both breathless with laughter. They talked about everything and anything - their pasts, hopes for the future, silly jokes and stories from their adventure. And she couldn't help but fall more in love with him every day.

Six months after the final battle, Withers paid them a visit and extended an invitation for a reunion with their friends, which they eagerly accepted. Tav was filled with excitement at the thought of seeing her friends again. She had missed them dearly, despite the frequent letters they exchanged. She couldn't wait to catch up on all that had happened in each other's lives since they parted ways.

The night of the reunion arrived, and she couldn't contain her happiness at seeing everyone gathered once again. Lae'zel, Gale, Shadowheart, Wyll and even Scratch were there, each of them looking just as pleased to see them as they were. The air was alive with chatter and laughter, and lively tunes being played by talented bards had everyone singing along and indulging in endless drinks and merriment. As the night wore on and the drinks kept flowing, Tav found herself fully immersed in the moment, swaying to the music with her companions and sharing hearty laughs. She was completely swept away by the euphoria of it all that she almost didn't notice Astarion making his way towards her with a dazed expression on his face. He pulled her into his arms, and for a moment, they simply danced in silence, their bodies moving in perfect harmony. Then he leaned down and whispered in her ear, "I can't wait for you to meet her," before pulling back with a mischievous smile.

She chuckled at his cryptic words, raising an eyebrow. "Meet who?" she asked, her voice slightly slurred from the ale.

"Our daughter," he whispered, a note of awe in his voice.

Tav's heart jolted at his words as a wave of confusion washed over her. “What are you talking about, Star? We don't...”

“That night after Cazador, a man named G’axir showed me the… power of the stars, or whatever. He was ancient and spoke in riddles, just like ol' Withers here!" He snickered, swaying slightly.

Tav furrowed her brow in drunken confusion. "And what does that have to do with us having a daughter?"

But his mind was elsewhere. “He showed me the future. Can you believe it? Actually, he showed me three futures. But two of them were…” he shuddered, “ugh, nevermind.”

“Astarion, I think you drank way too much boar bloo-”

“But the good future! Aha! That is the one we are heading towards. And in that future, we have a child, Tav. A beautiful little girl. She has your eyes... and my devilish charm, of course.”

Tav couldn't help but laugh at him. “You're kidding, right? You expect me to believe all this? That you went into the future? And that we have a...a daughter? From that future?”

Astarion looked a bit hurt by her laughter, but he quickly replaced it with his usual smirk. "I knew you'd find it hard to believe, that’s why I didn’t tell you before. But it’s true! I swear on… whatever god suits you."

She shook her head at him, her laughter dying down to a soft chuckle. “And you mean to tell me that is why you had changed your mind when I found you that morning?”

Astarion paused, his face softening as he reached out to gently brush a strand of hair from her face. “Yes,” he admitted softly. “Seeing her... Seeing you and her together in that future made me realize I wanted more than power. That I wanted a life. But to be honest, my memory is a bit hazy at the moment, so I could be wrong...”

Tav rolled her eyes, but her laughter had died out completely now. Despite the ale coursing through her veins, she could feel the sincerity of his words. "Are you serious, Star?"

He nodded, taking both her hands in his now. “I've never been more serious about anything in my life.”

“A child…” she mused.

“Yes.” Astarion's eyes shone intensely as he gazed at her.

Tav was silent for a moment, her mind buzzing with the implications of what Astarion had just told her. She was way too drunk for this, but she couldn't deny that a small part of her wanted to believe him. She reached out and placed her hand on Astarion’s cheek, her eyes searching his.

“If you are jesting me because I’m drunk I swear-”

A mischievous glint danced in Astarion's eyes as he interrupted her with a sly smile. His hand caressed hers, pulling it closer to his cheek. “Don't you trust me, my love?” He whispered, his gaze never leaving hers. “I assure you, seeing our daughter in my visions was beyond anything I could imagine.”

Tav looked into his eyes - those beautiful hellish orbs that she had fallen for - and saw a sincerity that made her believe him, despite the absurdity of it all. She felt an unusual heat rising in her cheeks as she thought about their hypothetical child - their little girl.

“You’re serious about this...” She whispered, her voice barely audible over the clamour around them.

He chuckled and continued, "But that's not the end of it! I was a tailor in the city, catering to the annoying noblewomen. And you, my dear, were a teacher to sad orphan kids."

Tav couldn't help the smile that spread across her face at Astarion's words. She could almost see it - a quaint little shop filled with beautiful fabrics and clothes designed by Astarion himself, and her teaching young minds in an orphanage. She had never pictured herself as a teacher, but as she thought about it…

"That sounds lovely," she said softly, her hand still resting against his cheek.

Astarion's lips curled into a small smile at her response. “I thought so too.”

Tav's heart fluttered at the look on Astarion's face. She leaned in and placed a gentle kiss on his lips, savoring the lingering taste of blood. Wether he was being honest or not, it was a beautiful picture of their future together, and she appreciated it endlessly.

“Hey, lovebirds, I didn’t come all the way from fucking Avernus just so I have to watch you two snoggling like teenagers!”

Tav and Astarion were brought back to the present by Karlach's sudden appearance. The tiefling was grinning widely as she stood between them, her arms crossed over her chest.

"Oh, dear Karlach, don't be envious of our endless affection," Astarion playfully retorted.

Karlach chuckled and nudged him with her elbow with enough force to send him tumble. "Hey, vamp boy! Don't be such a grump. We're celebrating, remember?"

Tav couldn't help but laugh at the banter between them.

"Come on, let's get back to the party," Karlach said, gesturing towards the bonfire where their other companions were now standing on tables, singing obnoxiously off-key songs. Tav and Astarion followed her, their fingers still intertwined.

She gazed up at the twinkling stars, which seemed to sparkle in response. And in that moment, she was certain; visions or not, their future would shine brighter than any star could ever foretell.

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𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙻𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙴𝚡𝚊𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎

Pairing: Mikey/GN!Reader Rating: Everyone Contents: Mikey is the first to get a partner, Donnie's a bit weird, but we still love him, Splinter loves soap operas Warnings: None, really? Wordcount: 1,386

Notes: Guess who's back! Back again! ♪(┌・。・)┌ Finally, after one too many years!

Mikey's heart soared when he entered a relationship with his significant other. Overflowing with excitement and joy, he celebrated the transition from friends to partners, ending a period of mutual uncertainty. Even his older brothers and sensei, who had been quietly rooting for the two of you to get together for almost a year, let out sighs of relief. What he once feared was unrequited affection had blossomed into a loving relationship. As they embarked on the honeymoon phase, Mikey believed this blissful period would never end. He felt incredibly fortunate to have his best friend as his partner in crime.

Mikey had always been your friend, adhering to the principle of friendship first before exploring any romantic possibilities. Yet, things were different now—more intimate and personal. With mischievous chuckles (huehuehue), he could do things he couldn't before without raising eyebrows. Mikey could hug you just because, plant kisses on your head, and shower you with compliments, all while grinning from ear to ear as he watched you blush, trying to return the favor. It felt like, in those moments, he fell in love with you all over again simply because he could finally give you the affection you deserved.

At first, Mikey was too absorbed in your newfound relationship to notice, but his brothers were watching him. And weirdly so.

Whenever you came over for movie marathons, Donnie would emerge from his lab intermittently. Coincidentally, he always seemed to be peeking around the corner during your debates or when you and Mikey were theorizing about a new movie's plot. Initially, Mikey wanted to say something because it felt like Donnie was intruding on his time with you. However, he was more relieved that the usually work-obsessed Donnie was taking a break from his screens, even if it meant eavesdropping on your conversations. At least they weren't personal ones.

Raph, on the other hand, was thankfully more discreet. He didn't pop up out of nowhere like some sort of gopher to intrude on Mikey's private moments with you. Instead, Raph observed from a distance when you two were in more public settings. He tried to be subtle, stealing glances at how Mikey leaned in close to hear you at the dinner table, the way he smirked in a failed attempt to hide his giggles at an inside joke, or how he gently nudged you aside with a soft "pardon me, angel-cakes," holding your hip as he reached for something and then carefully moving you back. At times, a fleeting flash of envy would appear in Raph's eyes as he watched, but it would quickly vanish, replaced by an unreadable expression.

Leo was a different story altogether. He was certainly more direct than his other two brothers. He would openly ask Mikey questions, sometimes subtly weaving them into their conversations. Other times, he would just blurt them out, regardless of how out of pocket they might seem. It took Mikey quite a while to catch on to Leo's unusual questioning.

Eventually, Mikey sought out Splinter, thoroughly weirded out by his older brothers' antics—if he could even call them that. "Hey, Sensei?" The aging rat turned his gaze from watching his soap opera. "What’s the matter, my son?"

Mikey’s lips pressed into a thin line. "Have you by chance noticed the way the others have been acting?"

"Ah, you must be referring to the way they have been observing you." Splinter caressed his beard, which had recently been braided, courtesy of you spending time with him earlier that day. Mikey smiled fondly seeing it as he sat down on the couch next to him.

"So I haven’t been making it up then!"

"Indeed. It makes sense why they would want to watch you, though."

Huh? "What- why? But I’m not doing anything crazy that’s out of my usual."

Splinter’s dark eyes gazed at his youngest, who was so intuitive yet naive. "Perhaps you are not. However, you are the first amongst your brothers to be experiencing a romantic relationship."

That made Mikey pause. He understood the implication, yet at the same time, he couldn't quite grasp why it mattered. So he just went, "Huh, I guess that makes sense," and did a slow nod. Why did he go to his dad again? He should have known that Splinter's wise words often left him more confused than before.

Mikey eventually grasped the meaning behind his father's words during one of your weekend movie nights at your place. With no work in the morning, you both were engrossed in a marathon of the John Wick series. For once, Mikey's attention was more on the movie than on you, and it was as if a gentle tap on his brain brought him to a realization.

He was setting the example for his brothers. Although it took him a while to come to this conclusion, he was relieved that it didn't require any dramatic arguments or life-threatening situations. It was just John Wick fighting for the memory of his late wife that sparked the insight. Oh. OH!

The staring and the questions all made sense now. None of his older brothers had lovers of their own, and there wasn’t a reference for mutants in romantic relationships, so they were looking to him as some form of guidance. And Splinter, bless his soul, while a great father and the closest male role model a rat can be, had no personal experience in romance either, not unless you count his addiction to soap operas. It was nerve-wracking because that also meant he couldn’t turn to them for help. As the youngest turtle in his close-knit family, Mikey was used to having his older brothers handle the tough stuff for him. This arrangement never troubled him; it allowed him more freedom to pursue his interests. However, with a newfound understanding of the sacrifices his brothers made on his behalf, Mikey felt a mix of offense and gratitude. Initially, he questioned if their actions stemmed from a belief in his incompetence. Upon further reflection, though, he realized their motives were pure—they simply wanted to keep him safe and shield him from the stress that came from such burdens.

Previously, Mikey's focus was more lighthearted, free from the heavier burdens his brothers carried—Leo tasked with ensuring everyone's safety, Donnie charged with maintaining their tech and home in peak condition, and Raph driven to fortify their resilience against any challenge. Yet, Mikey found himself considering not just his own well-being but yours as well.

His brothers weren't the ones committed to you; he was. Mikey was your turtle, your other half. It was his responsibility to fight for you, care for you, and love you until it felt like his heart would bleed for you. Later that night, as he held you close to his plastron and basked in your scent, he made vows that only he could hear.

As time passed, Mikey became more open, allowing his brothers to see how he navigated his relationship or talking about you whenever you were brought up. Not that Mikey minded—he loved any opportunity to talk about you.

“Yeah, we’ve been going stargazing together.” “But you don’t care about stars, Mikey?”

“True, but I do now because (Y/n) likes them.”

He showed that it’s okay to be vulnerable. It's alright not to always have everything under control because it's the two of you against any problem. He showed it's fine to engage in activities like painting nails or sharing quirky moments together. Supporting them through everyday tasks like doing laundry, preparing dinner, or simply listening to them vent about the latest work gossip is valuable. And it's okay to let them know you love them and that he's just a call away if they ever need help.

His brothers seemed to appreciate that—and you, since you received equal effort from him—because one by one they each eventually found someone to call their own. And gradually, each one found someone special in their lives. Surprisingly, they all turned to him for advice, one after the other. It was an unfamiliar role for Mikey, being the giver rather than the receiver of guidance. He wondered, was this how Splinter and Leo felt most of the time?

Huh… being the leading example sure was satisfying.

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Best Kept Secrets

Best Kept Secrets - A Lot of Learning To Do (Chapter 17)

Characters belong to Pixelberry.

Summary: An unforeseen encounter with the past proves that even the best-kept secrets eventually make their way into the light.

Title inspiration: Perfect - Rachel AO

Book/Pairing: TRR; Liam x F!OC

A/N: Thank you to @burnsoslow for prereading most of this. Please excuse any errors.

Rating: M • Warning: This series will contain NSFW material. If you read, you acknowledge you are 18+

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Liam stared down at Amara, who was frozen in place as she held the door to the north wing open, looking up at him in stunned silence. Her complexion was slightly pale, her eyes were puffy and rimmed red, and her cheeks were blotchy and still glistened with the remnants of tears she’d attempted to wipe away only moments ago.

Liam cleared his throat and finally broke the silence. “Hi,” he said quietly.

“Hi …” Amara’s voice came out slightly cracked and just above a whisper.

“May I come in?” Liam asked.

Amara bit her lip to keep it from trembling as she slowly nodded and stepped aside. Once he was over the threshold, she softly shut the door; her palm rested against the wood as she closed her eyes, trying to rein in her emotions, but she was failing.

Liam paused at the entryway into the living and kitchen area to wait for her; he glanced over to see her back still to him and her head slightly bowed. “Amara?” He watched her stiffen at the sound of her name from his lips before lifting her head; she raised a hand to her face, seemingly wiping more tears from her cheeks as she let out a breath.

Amara turned, not meeting his eyes as she gestured for him to go ahead.

Liam walked to the sofa and lowered himself down as he studied her. When Amara sat, she left an ample amount of space between them; she tucked herself into the corner, pulling her knees to her chest. He could tell she was nervous. More than nervous.

“Where is Sophia?” Amara asked quietly.

“She’s with Imogen in my quarters,” Liam answered. “I figured it would be easier for us to talk without her here.” She nodded her agreement, still not looking at him. “I, uh …” He cleared his throat; he was nervous too, although he couldn’t pinpoint exactly why. “I wanted to come talk to you about Bradshaw and what happened …” She offered another silent nod. “I wanted to let you know that the situation with him has been dealt with and handled. He won’t be a problem again. For anyone, least of all us.”

“Thank you,” Amara said through a cracked whisper, and her brows knit as she continued to fight against the wave of emotions threatening to drown her. “For everything you did … to get Sophia out of that.”

“You don’t need to thank me,” Liam replied. “But I think we need to talk about the statement that was made …” He watched her tense at his words. “Amara … why would you do that? Why would you willingly throw yourself under the bus like that?”

Yes, Daniel had told him why, but Liam needed to hear it from her.

“Because … because it was the right thing to do.” Amara shook her head; her brows creased as she tried to blink away the rising sting in her eyes. “I know it’s not what you wanted … but I couldn’t let them scrutinize you … and, in turn, Sophia … for what I had done.”

“We could have figured out something else. You didn’t need to make yourself a damn martyr.”

“There wasn’t another way …”

Liam watched her, studied her; she stared straight ahead and he could see her jaw tick. And in the deafening silence that lay between them, he could hear her struggling not to let her breath stutter as she visibly fought back her tears, trying and failing not to let him glimpse that struggle.

“Are you alright?” Liam asked. He knew it was a silly question, but his goal in coming there was not only to have a conversation with her about everything but to get her to open up. He’d been told by both Riley and Daniel how she’d completely shut down in the last month since everything happened. She still wouldn’t meet his gaze as she nodded in response to his question. “Amara, look at me.” At his words, she started to lose that battle to control her emotions; he watched her chin tremble as her eyes welled to the brim with tears. “Look at me,” he said more sternly. Her brows knit and her breath hitched; she hesitated before slowly turning her head, finally lifting her eyes to his. “Are you alright?” he asked again, his voice softer and laced with a touch of concern.

That was all it took.

Amara shook her head in answer to his question as that thread of control she was barely clinging to snapped; a sob escaped her as she covered her face with her hands. When Liam instinctively shifted closer to her and she felt his arms wrap around her for comfort, she completely broke down. Everything she’d been trying to hold in over the last month — hell, the last two years — came pouring out all at once, causing what little composure she had left to crumble from beneath her.

Liam had never seen her this way. Amara was a wall, even two years ago. She was an immovable wall of practiced impassiveness, honed from years of depending on nothing and no one but herself. He’d seen glimpses beyond that wall two years ago, more than she had ever allowed anyone before, and he’d been given those same glimpses again when she returned. At that moment, however, the wall had completely shattered.

Despite everything that had happened, it broke Liam to witness it. He pulled her closer, curling one hand around the back of her head and his other rubbed her back in an attempt to try and calm her as she cried into his chest.

Tucking his head, Liam brought his lips to her ear. “Amara, breathe,” he whispered. His words didn’t appear to be of much help; she cried harder, her breath hitching between sobs that she couldn’t seem to control. He drew back slightly, cupping her face in his hands and forcing her gaze to his. “Breathe.”

Amara grasped his wrists, trying and failing to take a full breath as she squeezed her eyes shut. “I-I … I’m … sorry, Liam,” she choked out through another sob.

“I know you are.”

Liam pulled her back to him as she continued to whisper broken apologies through cries; her one hand was still clutching his wrist and he could feel it trembling. Daniel told him she’d been struggling with guilt, but he never expected this.

It was consuming her, strangling her from the inside.

“I know that you’re sorry,” Liam said softly.

“You must … hate me,” Amara cried.

Liam felt an immediate lump swell in his throat at her words. “I do not hate you, Amara.”

“I-I didn’t — I should’ve —” Amara’s words were choked off by another sob. “I-I’m so sorry.”

“Shhh,” Liam pulled her tighter against him, resting his chin atop her head as he closed his eyes. “I know.”

And he did know.

There wasn’t a single part of him that doubted her remorse, doubted how horrible she felt, or doubted how badly she wished she could go back and do things differently.

Liam wasn’t sure how much time passed as he sat and held Amara until she finally started to calm down some; her breath continued to hitch but her cries had quieted.

Reaching over, Liam grabbed a couple of tissues from a box on the coffee table and he glanced down at her still tucked against his chest, offering them to her. She took them before she slowly sat back, wiping her eyes; she kept her gaze cast downward, fidgeting with the tissues now in her hands. He could both see and feel the guilt still seeping out of her, though.

“Are you ok?” Liam asked.

Amara nodded, but her brows knit as her breath stuttered. “S-Sorry about …” She trailed off, gesturing to herself.

“You don’t need to apologize.”

“I do,” Amara said with a nod as her eyes filled with tears again. He knew she didn’t mean just about her breakdown; she was still referring to everything else.

“Amara, please stop apologizing,” Liam said. “I know that you’re sorry. You don’t need to keep saying it.” He ran his fingers through his hair as he let out a breath. “Look …” He paused, searching his mind for the right words as she finally lifted her apprehensive gaze to his. “I know this past month has been hard on you … not only because Daniel and Riley both told me that you haven’t at all been yourself but because the times I saw you, I could see it myself. And I’m not going to lie and say that it’s been easy on me. It hasn’t. It’s been … overwhelming and difficult, among other things. But we need to move past all of this … not only for both of our sakes but Sophia’s as well.” When she subtly shook her head and looked down, he reached out, gently grasping her chin between his thumb and forefinger, tilting her gaze back to his. “Talk to me.”

Amara’s breath hitched. “I don’t know how you can even look at me,” she choked out. “Let alone sit here … and be civil toward me after what I did.”

“Because I don’t want to keep dwelling on what happened, Amara,” Liam answered. “As I said, I know that you’re sorry. I believe you. And I forgive you.”

At those last three words, more tears fell. I forgive you. Hearing him say them flooded her with relief … but also more guilt. “I … I don’t deserve your forgiveness,” Amara cried, shaking her head.

“You do. And you have it,” Liam replied. “Me forgiving you and you forgiving yourself is the only way we’re going to move forward. It’s in the past and it needs to stay there because nothing good is going to come from either of us living there. There’s nothing either of us can do to change what’s already been done.”

The past month that Liam had to reflect on everything had shown him just that. Sure, he could remain angry and resentful toward her and the situation, but no good was going to come of it. And Amara could continue wallowing in her guilt, but nothing would come of that either except to destroy her.

Sophia deserved better than what dwelling on the past would do to her parents.

“I just want us to figure out a way to move forward together.” When she glanced up at him with surprise in her eyes, Liam realized how what he’d said may have sounded. “For Sophia, I mean …”

Liam hadn’t thought about them, not in that sense anyway. It was clear from her reaction that Amara hadn’t expected him to either.

Yes, he missed her and he missed where they were and what they started to rebuild before everything happened. Of course he did. He hadn’t just been dealing with the rollercoaster of emotions from discovering he had a child he knew nothing about over the past month; he’d also been dealing with the heartbreak over what felt like losing Amara for a second time. He couldn’t just shut off his feelings for her. He loved her. But those feelings were something he’d have to deal with at another time.

As far as where they stood and what the future held for them, if anything at all, Liam wasn’t sure. They needed to focus on one thing at a time, and right now, that was rebuilding a foundation from scratch and getting themselves back to a certain place for Sophia’s sake.

“I know we have things we need to discuss and figure out,” Liam said. “I’m here … and your home is in New York, so—”

“I’ll stay here,” Amara interrupted.

Liam reared back and furrowed his brows. “What?”

“Now that her existence has been made public … I don’t think anyone here would approve of me taking her back to the States, including your council.” Amara took in a shuddered breath. “We both know that if it came down to it and they pushed you hard enough … you’d be able to keep her here …”

Liam felt a tightening in his chest and his own wave of guilt crashed over him as his mind flashed back to the last conversation they had in his study a month ago and what he’d said to her.

“By all technicality — because of who I am, who she is, and where you happen to be right now — I have every legal right to keep Sophia with me. I don’t want it to come to that, but if you try to leave with her, I will do what I need to do to not only ensure the safety of my child but that I maintain a relationship with her as well. Do not put me in a position where I have to show you how much power I truly wield, Amara, because you will never look at me the same again.”

Liam had been so angry and emotional during that conversation that he hadn’t even realized the vehement threat his words truly were. And it was clear she hadn’t forgotten them, either. “You know I would never do that to you, right?” he asked, and she looked at him apprehensively. “I’d never keep her with me out of spite, Amara. What I said when we last spoke … I said out of anger … out of fear and uncertainty. But I need you to believe that I wouldn’t — I couldn’t do that to you or her.”

“That aside … I don’t … I don’t want to take her away from you, Liam,” Amara shook her head. “I don’t want to take any more time away from you. I don’t want her to go weeks or months without seeing you. I don’t want to put either of you through that.”

“But what about your life there? Your company?”

“What’s best for her is to have access to you, so my life there doesn’t matter. As far as the company … I don’t know. I have to look into some things … but that’s not exactly at the top of my list of priorities at the moment.”

To say Liam was surprised would be an understatement. Not that he was complaining; he wasn’t. Knowing that she was willing to stay there to allow him to see and be with Sophia any time he wanted … he was beyond grateful. But the way in which she was so willing to uproot her entire life without an ounce of hesitation left a heavy weight on his chest.

Was Amara willing to do it because she wanted to or was this a choice she made out of guilt, a choice she’d come to regret in the future?

“We can talk about it, Amara. We don’t need to jump to any decisions right now.”

“I’m not … I’m not jumping to decisions. I’ve thought about it. This is what needs to be done … for both you and Sophia.”

“And what about you?” Liam asked, and she looked at him questioningly. “I appreciate you being willing to do that. Truly, I do. And I’d be lying if I said I don’t want that because after this past month, the idea of not seeing her every day … It’s not easy to imagine. But I also don’t want you to give up your life because you feel like you have to.”

“Sophia is my life, Liam.” Amara’s breath stuttered again, and if he didn’t already know, the conviction in her tone would have made him believe it. “I don’t have much I’d be leaving behind in New York—”

“I think Daniel might take offense to that,” Liam cut in with a quip in hopes of lessening the tension in the air. He thought he saw the corner of her mouth begin to curl, but it was gone a heartbeat later.

“I just mean … Sophia has more here than she does there. She has family here, more of a support system. And most importantly … you. And you being … you and who you are … you don’t have the luxury of making this kind of sacrifice. I do. I won’t be the reason you two miss out on time together … not again. So I will stay.”

It was clear her mind had been made up and Liam wasn’t about to argue it. Truthfully, it was something that had been on his mind a lot over the past month, wondering what was going to happen and how things would work when she left — not if she left because he had every reason to believe she would. Now, it was like a weight had been lifted. He still wanted her to know that it was her choice, however.

“If that’s what you want to do … and you’re sure …”

Amara nodded. “It is. And I am.” She swiped the tissue against her stuffy nose. “I have things I’ll need to figure out … like finding a place … and I’ll have to make a trip or two to New York to tie up some loose ends and get our things, but …”

“Finding a place and getting your things is nothing you need to rush to figure out or do,” Liam said. “You’re more than welcome to stay right here for as long as you want and need. And when you need to go to New York, the jet will be at your disposal.” He heard her let out a subtle scoff, but it wasn’t subtle enough. “What?”

Amara shook her head and glanced away from him, chewing the inside of her lower lip to keep it from trembling as her emotions started to get the better of her again. “I don’t know why or how you’re being so nice to me,” she said through a cracked whisper.

Liam mindlessly slipped his hand into hers. “Because I care about you,” he said, not an ounce of hesitation in his tone, and she looked at him again. “You’re the mother of my child, Amara … I’m not going to cast you away. As I said … I don’t want to dwell on the past. I want to focus on Sophia … on the here and now.” When she glanced down at their intertwined hands, he cleared his throat and gently pulled his hand away. “I know we have a lot more we need to talk about … but for now …” He was sure she still had questions and worries regarding the statement now being released, what exactly that meant, and the next steps. He had his own. But they could deal with those another time; he didn’t have all of the answers at the moment anyway. She nodded her understanding and agreement. “How about, if you’re feeling up to it … you join Sophia and me for dinner tonight.”

Amara glanced at him again, seeing in his eyes the invitation for exactly what it was. An olive branch. A first step. “Ok.”

Liam nodded. “I have some things I need to do, so no need to rush. Take your time.” With that, he stood, looking down at her. “I’ll see you in a little while.”

****

Standing beneath the spray of the shower, Amara let the hot water run over her, hoping to wash away her tension and exhaustion so she could appear somewhat put together at dinner. It had been a couple of hours since Liam had left and she’d still been struggling to get her emotions under control as she replayed their conversation over and over in her head.

When Amara opened the door and saw Liam standing on the other side, she didn’t know exactly what to make of it after the month of silence between them. She assumed he’d be even more angry with her than he already was given the statement made that morning, half-expecting him to yell that it wasn’t what he had wanted and that she had no right to interfere.

Instead, Liam had decided that he wanted to let bygones be bygones. In a surprising twist Amara didn’t see coming, he’d forgiven her. She was still trying to wrap her mind around it, to make sense of it. Yes, she understood his reasoning for wanting to leave everything in the past and saying that it was the only way they could move forward, but given what she had done … what she had kept from him … his forgiveness felt undeserving. She would need to try, however, to do what he asked … try to forgive herself, if not for him, for Sophia.

Amara tilted her head back, letting the water hit her face and wash away the tears that continued to fall. She turned so the spray hit her hair as she took in a breath and let it out slowly.

****

After drying her hair and getting dressed, Amara stepped out of her bedroom inside the north wing and walked down the hall toward the living area; she didn’t know what time Liam wanted her to meet him.

As she neared the entryway, Amara’s brows furrowed when she heard voices; when she stepped into the archway, she saw Liam sitting on the floor with Sophia as she played.

Liam’s eyes flickered up to see her, and he smiled sheepishly. “Hi.”

“Hi.”

Sophia looked over her shoulder, and a toothy grin spread across her face as she turned and toddled toward her. “Mama!” she squealed with a clap of her hands.

Amara smiled, the first genuine smile Liam had seen from her in some time, as she bent down and scooped her into her arms. “Hi, baby girl.”

Sophia tucked her body into her mother as she rested her head on her shoulder. Liam smiled at the sight. “I hope you don’t mind the intrusion,” he said. “She was asking for you, so I figured I’d bring her down and just have the kitchen bring dinner here.”

“That’s fine,” Amara nodded. “And I don’t mind.”

Sophia’s head popped up from her mother’s shoulder and she turned toward the sound of Liam’s voice; another toothy grin emerged as she looked back at Amara, pointing at him. “Dada.”

“Yes,” Amara smiled, smoothing her hand over her hair as she kissed her cheek.

Sophia wriggled from Amara’s embrace a moment later; she set her down and she headed to Liam, falling into his lap and pointing. “Mama,” she said as she looked up at him with her big blue eyes.

“Uh-huh,” Liam chuckled with a nod.

Sophia looked back at Amara and pressed a tiny, stubby finger to Liam’s chest. “Dada.”

“Yes, baby,” Amara nodded, meeting his gaze. “That’s your daddy.”

Sophia continued to glance between the two of them as her broad grin grew. She carried on with alternating her pointing and making introductions that she didn’t understand weren’t needed.

Liam realized why she was doing it: it was the first time she had been with them in the same room together. It was as if some small part of her somehow knew and understood that this was how it was supposed to be.

The two of them met gazes again as Sophia pushed herself off Liam’s lap and started back toward Amara, both knowing.

****

After dinner, Amara sat on the sofa, watching Liam play with Sophia; he crawled around the floor chasing after her as she belly laughed. It was the first time she’d seen him in his role as a father, the first time she’d gotten to watch them interact together. And while it made her heart feel like it was going to burst at seeing how happy his presence made their daughter, it also brought a fresh wave of guilt from seeing what they both had missed out on because of her choices.

It was hard to imagine being able to move forward from her guilt when new bits of it added themselves to the already heaping pile. She remembered what Liam said, however … how the only way for them to move forward was to leave the past in the past.

Liam sat, chuckling when Sophia mimicked him and sat down, letting out a breath just as he did. A moment later, she yawned, and he glanced at his watch. “I suppose she should be getting ready for bed soon.”

“Yeah,” Amara nodded, not having realized what time it was.

“Can I still take her back to my quarters? Or do you want her to stay here?”

“She can go with you,” Amara replied. “She was supposed to stay with you tonight anyway.”

Liam nodded and looked back at Sophia. “You ready to get your pajamas on?” Sophia answered with another yawn, and he chuckled. “Come on, little love.”

Amara smiled at the term of endearment, feeling her eyes prick as she watched him stand and scoop Sophia up. She blinked the tears away as she rose from the sofa; she walked over and Liam tilted Sophia down so she could kiss her cheek. “Goodnight, baby girl.”

Liam headed for the door and Amara followed; when he stepped into the hall he turned to look at her. “You’re more than welcome to come join us for breakfast if you’d like.”

Amara stared at him for a moment before nodding. “Ok.”

“I’ll shoot you a text when she wakes up,” Liam smiled.

Amara nodded again, and he offered her one in return before he turned and headed down the corridor.

*******

“So … how have things been going?” Drake quietly asked Liam as they stood near the bar cart inside his quarters.

Liam glanced over his shoulder to where Amara sat on the sofa between Riley and Daniel while Sophia played in front of them; he’d invited everyone for dinner so both he and Amara could have some adult interaction besides the ones they had with each other. “Good,” he nodded, turning his attention back to pouring his drink. “We’re just … doing as much together with Sophia as we can.”

It had been a week since the statement and Liam and Amara’s talk. In hopes of letting some of the frenzy surrounding the news die down, he had taken that week to himself; it was more so to avoid having to leave the palace and deal with the press and the slew of questions he was sure they would throw his way.

Truthfully, Liam wasn’t sure exactly how to handle it. As Amara had suspected, any reports about the situation had focused more on her and what was considered her betrayal to the King than anything else; they painted her as the villain in the story, crucifying her for not only keeping a father from his child but an heir from its kingdom. He wasn’t sure how to go about taking the negative attention off of her that she had so willingly placed on herself.

Instead of worrying himself with a solution, Liam had spent the week working on rebuilding that foundation with Amara. They’d been together every day since their talk, spending time with Sophia within the confines of the palace. They alternated between his quarters and the north wing and Sophia staying with one or the other at night.

It was the moments when it was just the two of them that threw Liam for a loop, however. That first day after their talk, they agreed to both be there to do things together with Sophia, like put her to bed. And it was in those quiet moments once she was asleep in one of her rooms in either his quarters or the north wing that he found himself struggling most with his feelings. They always lingered behind for a half hour or so once Sophia was asleep, talking quietly, neither seeming eager to rush out the moment those little eyes were no longer watching. And he found himself hating how they went their separate ways after spending each day together as a family.

As much as Liam was enjoying that time with them all together, parting at the end of each day made it feel … not right in a sense. It felt like there was still something missing from the picture as a whole. He pushed those thoughts and feelings aside, however, knowing the importance of rebuilding that foundation before even thinking about venturing down that road.

“Riley’s been worried about her, but she seems better,” Drake noted as he gestured toward Amara.

“I told her we needed to leave the past in the past,” Liam replied. “She’s coming around.”

Amara did seem to be better in the time since their talk, but Liam could still sense the guilt weighing on her some. Save for the one or two moments when he’d caught her emotions getting the better of her, she did her best to mask it, however.

“And … things between you two?” Drake questioned.

“It hasn’t been brought up,” Liam responded. “We have other things to focus on at the moment.”

Drake nodded, knowing the quick response meant that Liam wanted to drop the subject. The two of them rejoined the others in the living area, sitting in the two armchairs across from the sofa.

While they talked over drinks and simultaneously played with Sophia, Riley couldn’t help that tendency — one no doubt drilled into her during her time working for Amara back in New York — to wonder what their next steps were as far as dealing with the aftermath of the statement.

“So,” Riley said, looking from Amara to Liam. “Have you guys figured out how you’re going to handle the press?”

Amara cast her gaze downward; she had no answer to give. They hadn’t talked about it at all and she wasn’t going to assume what Liam’s intentions were. She hadn’t even turned on the television or opened a newspaper since the statement was made, not wanting to see what was being said, but she had her guesses. Her first clue was the way Liam immediately turned off the television or made the newspapers vanish before she could catch a glimpse of the headlines each morning she’d met him and Sophia for breakfast; it was obvious he was trying to spare her feelings.

Liam looked at Amara for a moment before glancing at Riley. “I … I don’t know, honestly.” They all knew he’d intended for the statement to go much differently. “I don’t know how to get them to shift their … focus and attention.”

Amara knew by focus and attention that he meant her.

Liam’s eyes shifted to Daniel, half curious, half expectant. Daniel cleared his throat and shifted on the sofa. “Well … that’s going to depend entirely on you and what you want them to see.”

Amara glanced over at him and then at Liam, meeting his gaze for a moment before he looked back at Daniel. “What do you mean?”

“If you want them to focus on you raising your daughter as co-parents, you need to show them where your priorities are,” Daniel explained. “If you want the people and press to forgive her and move forward, then you need to show them that you’ve done the same.”

“By letting them see the three of us together,” Liam said in understanding.

Daniel nodded. “Wherever you go, the press is sure to follow to try and catch glimpses of you. And if you get tossed any questions, which we know is inevitable at this point once you step beyond the gilded gates of the palace, then you give them a brief account of the truth — that mistakes were made but you’re putting the past behind you because it’s what’s best for everyone involved, most importantly, Sophia. You can even toss in that you two are co-parenting amicably. And you leave it there and just focus on yourselves after that. They’ll have no choice but to follow suit eventually, especially when they’ll have no proof of the contrary. Plus, everyone loves a good comeback story … usually. So, hopefully doing that will draw in the attention that the press is looking for from the people.”

Liam and Amara met gazes, a silent understanding passing between them as they both nodded.

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AITA for wanting to separate humans from animals? I know the title sounds a little strange, but please listen to my story. I (20 when this took place, M) have the ability to speak with animals, and my adoptive father (50sM) said I was the "link" between the animal world and the human world. For some extra background, I was a feral orphan living in the woods before my father found me. He raised me to be the "king" of his animal rights activism organization, more on that later.

I was led to believe that all interactions between humans and animals would end badly. As a child, I was isolated from other humans, only really knowing my father and my two sisters (both in their 20s), who acted as caretakers for me. I spent most of my childhood in my room in my father's mansion. My father would introduce us to animals that had been injured or mistreated by humans, and I would begin to believe that all humans have a desire to harm animals. When my father decided I was old enough, I was officially crowned as the king of his group, and his (my?) underlings began to address me as Lord. It was a strange shift, but I had been raised to believe this was the right path for me. I was also now officially allowed outside of the mansion and to travel the world to spread the ideals of our organization.

One of my first notable interactions with people outside of the organization was at one of my father's rallies, where he preached about animal rights and liberation. I heard the voice of a younger boy, H's (14M at the time) pet, and I noticed they were speaking rather highly of their owner (I don't know the pronouns his pet uses). This astounded me. I had never expected a captive pet to speak kindly of their owner. I was intrigued and confused, but still firm in my beliefs. I truly believed that as long as humans could hold animals captive as pets, animals could never reach true perfection. That was what I told H and his friend before leaving.

I would meet H a few more times along our respective journeys. I eventually confessed to him that I was the leader of this animal rights organization he had been fighting with, and he seemed to understand my position. I did not want to harm him or his friends, I just wanted to fulfill my dream of separating humans from animals, to allow for both kinds to reach perfection, and to stop animals from being abused by their owners! But seeing all of these people who cared for their pets, and seeing the bond that formed between them was making me question myself. To resist faltering and failing my father, I started to sink even deeper into my old mindset, denying what I was seeing. I knew that fulfilling my dream would mean separating caring owners from their pets, and that made me sad, but I truly believed it was for the good of the world.

Things may get a little bit strange here, I apologize. While I was continuing my journey, my father and our underlings were searching for a legendary artifact. Our country has mythology of two legendary beasts who could destroy the world if left unchecked. The plan was, to my knowledge, for me to befriend one of the beasts and use it to gain control of the country. From there, our organization could begin to impose our beliefs on everyone else. This is what I had been told by my father. I did manage to befriend the beast, and was able to defeat the leader of our country. I was very close to achieving what I had dreamed of, until H showed up to confront me.

H had gotten his hands on the other legendary artifact, and was able to awaken the other beast. I heard the voice of the other beast: it wanted H to befriend it, to test H's belief in his truth. To my surprise, H was able to ally with the beast, and challenged me to a duel. I accepted, believing this would be the final fight, that I would win.

I lost the battle to H, and that was when my father entered the scene again. He began to berate me, calling me horrible names, and saying I didn't deserve to share his name. He turned to H and started hurling insults to him as well. He even said he was going to "eliminate" H, a teenage boy, in front of me! He revealed that the animal rights organization was a front for what he really wanted, which was control over the entire country, and eventually even the world. He had only taken me in to manipulate me, to use me for his plans. I was stunned to think that my father, who had shown me so much love as a child, was faking it the entire time. I don't know what he planned to do with me if H had failed. Luckily, H was strong enough to defeat my father. My father was promptly arrested and removed from the scene.

I didn’t know what to do. Everything I had known and believed in was revealed to be wrong in an instant. I gave H my farewell, and told him to follow his dream, to make his dream into a reality. I then left with my beast, and left the country to try and find myself again.

It’s been two years since this event happened. I’ve only just now returned to the country, as my legendary friend was worried about something back home. The organization still exists, in two factions: one that truly campaigns for animal rights and safety, and one that still follows my father in his quest for world domination. Those in the latter faction believe that I am a traitor, and all of the other horrible things my father called me.

I truly believed that what I was doing was right, especially because of my upbringing and how my father had manipulated me. I now understand that I was wrong, that I was thinking of the world in black-and-white, and that there are meaningful partnerships between humans and animals all around the world. Was I really a villain for following my father’s requests and trying to separate them?

#aita #am i the asshole #unreality #child abuse

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mostly-marvel-musings · 5 months

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I was wondering if you could write this prompt "pulling them by their belt to kiss them" with Tony Stark, but make it his tie and not the belt, if that's okay? Totally okay if you prefer to use the original prompt tho, whatever you like better!

‘Ties’ that bind

Pairing: Tony Stark x Reader

Warnings: 18+ fluffy. CACW events.

That damn red tie.

Less than fourteen hours ago, that red tie had your hands confined above your head while your lover’s breathy grunts filled your ears as you made love slow and steady like you had all the time in the world; the reality being everything around you seemed to be falling apart.

You had to grab any chance you could to make him smile or chuckle at best, the man who kept a strong facade for the world but his big brown eyes swum with anguish.

Nevertheless, he never failed to bring a smile to your face, and you to his. Or in times like these, get your mind to travel to naughty places just because of the choice of outfit.

The grey Tom Ford suit that was tailored to perfection. And that damn red tie.

You had just stepped out of the shower and into your shared bedroom, towel around your damp body while you dried your hair as Tony traipsed inside in all his suit-glory.

“Well, I’m off. Unless Capsicle and the wicked witch of the west decide to stop my greying hair and increasing blood pressure and show up here.” He sighed, giving himself a final look in the floor-length mirror before turning to you.

“Right. And the chances of that happening are near zero, isn’t it?” You softly padded across the room.

“Then I’ll get to test out my new additions to Mark 46.” He shrugged, putting on his red-tinted glasses.

Throwing the towel in your hand on the bed, you skimmed your hands over his suit, placing them on his bicep as you looked at your beautiful man.

Stressed out Tony was also one of the hottest looks, though you killed you to see him so distraught. The greys on his head and facial hair were more prominent, though this was the most authoritative you had seen him.

“Kiss for good luck?” He raised an eyebrow up at you, his hands still folded across his chest.

“Be safe baby.”

“Always am.”

Your tone was full of worry that tugged at Tony’s heartstrings, the emergence of a smile could be seen on his handsome face.

That smile turned into a surprised chuckle when you grabbed his tie and pulled him closer until he had to place his hands on your hips to steady himself.

He quickly melted into the kiss as soon as your lips touched his, all his worries and troubles disappearing for the moment that he wished would stretch on forever. His hands were swift to slide up your curves, finding the edge of the towel you’d tucked in and pulling at it to leave you completely naked.

You felt his smirk against your mouth as his hands glided over your smooth skin, a part of you wanting him to stay a bit longer so you could see where this was headed. But he had to leave, and you had to eventually part from his irresistible lips.

“Why’re you throwing your gloriously naked self at middle aged billionaires, woman? What’s wrong with you!”

Tony held you at arms’ distance and faked incredulousness, making you roll your eyes and laugh.

“Hey whatever it takes to get a certain sexy, sassy genius’ attention, man. Know any special tricks I could use?” You smirked back, covering yourself with a towel again as the Tony headed towards the door.

“Red lingerie could probably work. Maybe a few images here and there while he’s gone.” You grinned at of his voice that was now much lighter than when he’d first arrived this morning.

“Mmm. I have a few toys lying around I’m dying to test out too..” you murmured, chuckling when you heard Tony halt midway as you finished speaking; cursing to himself before closing the door behind him.

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#tony stark drabble #tony stark x reader #tony stark x you #tony stark fluff #tony stark fanfiction #marvel fanfiction #tony stark imagine #tony stark #the stark squad #mostly marvel musings

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shyminmin · 14 days

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᯽𝐁𝐓𝐒 𝐗 𝐟. 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 | Urban Fantasy AU | ᯽𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 : 2.9k + ᯽𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : Minor Angst

Many say that life is nothing but a cruel game.

That in all her beauty and grace, life is unfair to those who try to live morally within her bounds, only to wind up being the ones to be pushed over the edge in the end. To cop the blow while injustice reigns in the hands of the perpetrator. That once you’ve met your undesirable demise, it’s over.

Second chances are unheard of, don’t get given away freely like menial handouts. The cat never saw past its ninth life to finally pounce on that golden bird it’s been eyeing off for eternity, so why would anyone else be viable? No once you’re gone, you stay gone.

Reality is one big slap in the face in that respect.

Funny then..

Funny then how life, as straightforward as she is questionable, has a way of catching her players off guard..

It’s almost laughable really at how such a cataclysm of events, of petty discrepancies seasoned by a good dose of cowardly violence, could lead to such an ever changing outcome. Never in their small, miserable lives would they have fathomed that such a thing was possible.

That against all odds, they indeed somehow earned that invaluable second breath when they were almost certain that their time on this worldly plane was up…

And little did they know that along with that exemption from death, also came the birth of something more profound in nature within each of them..

Something that – dare I say – went as far as breaching the very confines of mortality as we know it.

Three figures emerged from a dense sea of bark and foliage, the accumulations of an endless woodland.

Its trees, which mainly consisted of various species of maple and oak, eventually cut away to form the natural circumference of a wide spanning clearing, carpeted by lush green grasses. With the daytime waning on them, the small entourage swiftly ventured towards the very center of it, determined and alert.

The wind, which had been steadily picking up at the time of their arrival, brushed over them, almost like an inaudible welcome as it ruffled bits of their clothing. The seemingly kind gesture though failed to deter the ever present caution that clung to them like an itchy second skin.

Besides the whispers of the breeze and the faint rustling of branches in the far off perimeter, nothing dared to breathe a sound. The only female of the trio surveyed their vacant surroundings as she clutched a thick woolen blanket within her arms, long dark hair tumbling down her back like a midnight stream. Her two brothers loosely flanked her on either side, counting down the steps to their desired destination all while remaining on constant guard.

This would be the fifth and hopefully final time of stepping foot into such a place. As beautiful as this emerald patch in the middle of nowhere was, with nothing but nature greeting its visitors from all sides and isolated from the rest of civilization, it still held a level of eeriness that irked them to their very cores.

For it was the unsettling event that would eventually take place, and that they were in turn forced to witness each time, that never ceased to strike that chord of unease within them.

Regardless, they had little choice in the matter. Failing to turn up here at the calculated timing would mean they'd risk missing out on reaping their rewards; the chance of reuniting with what they had lost.

That of their remaining kin.

A few crunching steps later, their trek finally halted at the terse raise of a hand. It belonged to the eldest, one of the men whose face was fixed into a permanent stony resolve. By default he was elected to be the group’s leader, not just because of his superior years to their own but due to the amount of experience he held regarding the circumstance they found themselves in currently. Unlike the others who had only made the journey here once or twice, he had been present for all of them.

“Are you sure she’ll be here?”

The question came from the other male within their group, the words tumbling out of his mouth anxiously, uncertainty all but plaguing him as he shuffled in his place. Ever the compassionate person, their younger brother often wore his heart on his sleeve. When it came to the wellbeing of his loved ones, he was always the one who dwelled on it the most, broadcasting his emotions and showing those around him just how affected he really was. He gulped, tanned skin gradually heating up as he thought of the worst, clenching his fists tightly as faint sizzling erupted from them.

Slightly alarmed, the woman turned and placed a steady hand on his arm trying to ease some of his tension, sighing when she felt his temperature return to normal after a few moments, the abnormal sounds he was emitting soon subsiding. He looked down to her once he was settled enough, giving her a sheepish look, “Sorry…Thanks Noona.” She only gave him a grim smile in return.

“Give her time,” the oldest responded calmly off to the side. He viewed the dwindling light shining above them where a warm mixture of yellows and oranges were painted seamlessly across the sky. The golden disk of the sun ever so slowly sank below the tree line, bidding them a solemn farewell.

And perhaps relaying an ode of what was to come.

Anytime now, he muttered in his head, refocusing his gaze back down to the ground before them.

Just a little longer..

She’ll come. The rest of us had, so she shall as well. It was the equinox after all, if anything that should mark her arrival.

His mental consolation kept repeating like an unrelenting prayer in time to his wavering heart.

She’ll be with us soon.. She has to..

Nervous anticipation filled the atmosphere at this point as they remained in their place, biding their time.

However, the discomfort only grew when in the next moment everything decided to turn on its head.

The previous gentleness of the wind abruptly sped up, transforming into something that was far more perilous and dangerous; the now influx of raging gusts seeking out nothing short of discord. Their sudden strength unapologetically ripping out blades of grass in their wake and pushing and pulling the siblings from all angles, an almost sick game to get them off balance.

Such a competition proved successful as a yelp sounded out, the woman of the group none too kindly getting knocked off her feet. With both her hands occupied on keeping hold of the blanket, she was in danger of taking flight. Fortunately, before that could happen, she was quickly grabbed and righted by her brothers as they now all huddled together, slightly crouched to gain some sort of traction as they braced against the howling winds.

“Look!” The youngest suddenly yelled over the noise, pointing off to the distance from where they had first arrived. They all gaped in both shock and awe as the once vibrant shades of green that the trees had so proudly adorned faded into various fiery hues. Some of their leaves outright flying off the branches only to get swept up into the ever growing whirlwind, looking practically like shooting flecks of flame.

“It’s begun,” the eldest gritted, grasping the other two tighter. “We just need to wait it out! Keep calm and neither of you let go!”

“No shit!” His sister thundered back, earning a scolding curse from the man. This was hardly the time to argue as voiced by their youngest when their banter didn’t seem to let up. Survival was of their utmost priority and he would be damned if they failed to do that because of some petty arguing.

With the amount of reddened leaves continuing to break away from their origin trees, getting grouped together from the unrelenting winds, one could almost mistake this phenomenon for a growing tornado of fire, the trio unfortunately being at the very center of it, completely at its mercy.

All they could do was hope for the best.

A dozen or so said leaves collided with their skin in the mix, the rate of their speed causing their paper-thin edges to become that much more sharper and in turn drawing lines of blood.

Regardless, the siblings kept up their strong front, brushing off the attacks. The younger two were more emotive, their expressions filled with bewilderment while their oldest brother continued to remain impassive, eyes never losing their sharpness behind his dark locks.

Was this her doing? He resounded once more as he took in the situation. Such power…

Long minutes that seemed more like painstaking hours passed as they braved it through this strange turbulence, determination and longing keeping them rooted to the ground. The sky by now had lost its warmth, washed away by an indigo sea dotted with pearls.

Darkness crept over the clearing.

And as if this natural dissipation of light marked the end of wakefulness that the daytime ensued, so seemed to have in turn caused the winds to lose their erraticness. The harsh streams of air gradually lost their vigor and once more faded into gentle caresses that glided smoothly across their forms. The airborne foliage as a result rained down upon them, now a shower of leafy embers.

The three, seeing this change, gradually loosened their hold on one another but still remained close. They knew better than to let down their guard in a moment of reprieve.

Out of their peripheral, a dash of maroon shot past.

They watched breathlessly as a single maple leaf broke away from the amassment of falling red. It twisted and tumbled downwards in an almost elegant dance, its spiraling descent soon ended though as it softly perched on a pale mound of smooth skin; a shoulder.

Three pairs of eyes widened as recognition set in.

“Y/n!?” Gasping, the younger brother took a hesitant step forward but was almost instantly held back by his hyung, a warning shot his way. Worry had dominated the shout but deep down it served as the epitome of relief.

For there, taking up the once barren land before them, now housed the small form of a woman.

Y/n.

Their little sister.

Curled up on her side in a tight fetal position, her bare back faced them as they took in the faint rise and fall of her torso, goosebumps threatening to peek through as she shivered. Oh how she looked so fragile from where they stood, the world all but seeming to swallow the poor girl up while she was clearly in such a vulnerable state.

Weak, bare and alone.

At this, they were almost afraid to approach her, in fear that she could somehow shrivel away if they got close enough. She had always been sensitive in that respect. Too good, too pure for the world they were born into and the underserved hardship that was instantly thrust upon her amongst her first breath.

Hesitation was soon quelled though as long raven locks surged forward past the two men as their sister who had originally accompanied them crouched down before her curled up dongsaeng. Swiftly unwrapping the blanket she had brought, she draped it over the girl to protect her modesty, unclothed body now hidden from sight.

“Oh Y/n,” she softly spoke, delicately brushing some of the young woman’s hair behind her ear, revealing a face donned with sleep. “Sweetheart, can you hear me?”

That’s when she heard the meek, strained words.

“Jiwoo…unnie..?”

At the sound of her name, the raven haired woman’s eyes lit up, “Yes, that’s right. Your big sister’s here, dearest. We all are.”

“What happened?” Weak sobs made themselves known as Y/n stumbled over her words. “It was so cold… and dark… I-I was all alone..” Trembling, her eyes were yet to open as she remained to shake under the wool of the blanket. Jiwoo as a result looked her newfound sister over in dismay, not quite knowing how to handle the girl’s anguish.

Having been in the exact same position Y/n was in right now, not nearly six months prior, didn’t make dealing with this current predicament any easier. Honestly, how would one go about waking up in the middle of nowhere with no clothes on their back and expect to simply shrug it off like it was nothing?

No, if anything her demeanor was more than justified.

Swift footfalls resounded behind them as their two brothers silently joined them on the ground, their focus trained solely on the clear distress that their youngest displayed.

The eldest, with the same care and gentleness that his sister Jiwoo had taken, cupped the sides of Y/n’s head and softly turned it so that her face was in full view. Her lashes kissed her cheeks as trails of tears streaked down them like branching rivers, her lips wobbling. “Y/n..” his voice deep and calm to their ears. “Can you open your eyes for us?”

“Oppa..?”

“Yes love,” he rasped as his eyes lost some of their edge. “We’re right here, everything is going to be alright.”

Ever so slowly her lids pulled upwards. Glossy orbs appeared behind them, blinking a couple of times before focusing where they then locked onto his own. The otherworldly glow that radiated off her irises made him still for a moment.

The bright russet of her eyes reflected off of their own, like two alluring lanterns guiding one through a darkened landscape; bewitching beauty and warmth while they were the moths being drawn mindlessly to them. However, if one were to look just that little bit closer, just that one measly second longer, then they would notice that the soft radiance that they initially bestowed didn’t completely hide the presence of something else in intensity.

Something slightly foreboding in nature…

But before they could probe deeper on that fact, those lanterns of her’s dimmed, fizzling out to revert back to a more ‘human’ luminosity. Deep brown now stared up at them, unaware of the spell they had just cast.

“How do you feel?” The oldest asked after a few long moments.

Scrunching her eyes pondering, she settled on one word she deemed the most feasible, “Weird..”

All of them smiled down at her at that, liking her curt but somehow thorough explanation. They knew exactly what she meant.

“Weird but…strangely alive..?”

The youngest brother let out a small chuckle as he patted her head comfortingly, tears threatening to break free from his eyes. He silently thanked whatever force was out there that had brought his little sister back to them in one piece.

“Hobi,” Y/n gasped, mistaking her brother’s happiness for the opposite, “Oppa, don’t cry”. That only incited another laugh from him, a droplet finally escaping from his orbs. “I should be saying the same to you,” he wiped the sides of her cheeks where they were still damp from the result of her own crying. “No more tears, you’re back with us now.”

“Oh you two,” Jiwoo cooed, at risk of following in their suit with watery eyes of her own. She was quick to help with wrapping the blanket further around her sister when it started falling off as Y/n, with some effort, managed to push herself up into a seated position. Her body swayed a bit in the process, still in a fairly weakened and sleepy state. Concerned, she was assisted by the quiet older brother, his large hands holding her by her shoulders, coaxing her to lean back against him which she was more than grateful for.

“I…how…? She began again, looking between the three of them in disbelief. “It’s been years. How are you all here?” I… I thought I would never see any of you again…”

“I–”

“The feeling’s mutual dear.” Her sister crooned while Hobi nodded to the sentiment, patting her cheek. A faint squeeze of her shoulders chimed in from the oldest as he looked her over in a rare display of intrigue. “You’ve grown…” He muttered, taking in the lack of baby fat that had always clung to her face. “I was sure you’d stay little forever; how the time has passed,” he mused.

As a result, Y/n’s cheeks couldn’t help but take on a tinge of pink as she looked down bashfully.

A shout of contradiction rang out.

“What are you talking about? She still is! She’ll always be our baby and nothing will change that!” Jiwoo butted in matter of factly, flicking the older’s forehead much to his annoyance. “Tch really?.. You’re more of a child than she is.” He grumbled at her actions. “Can you at least act your age?”

Ignoring his complaining, she went in to hug Y/n and in turn ended up embracing the exasperated man as well since he was practically stuck to her back as her support. The brother nicknamed Hobi, with shining eyes smiling at the display, soon joined the family group hug as they all basked in each other’s warmth and comfort. More tears were spilled but they were drowned out by joyous laughter and cries.

What once was three now became four; the quartet of siblings was finally reunited and complete. Nothing would tear them away from each other again. They were in this together. This second chance at a new life and beginning which they would live out as one unified front.

| 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐍𝐞𝐱𝐭 |

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gamerbearmira · 26 days

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Of course I have more to say about this resident 8 Au!

First I love the idea you have for the family it honestly all seems really cool. Though I do think for Julieta instead of her hand spontaneously combusting, little cuts appear and the black mold starts leaking out from it and wrapping around her hands at random making it hard to do whatever it is that you was doing and if she's making food/touches food it completely infects the food in mold. I think for Alma it was an experiment on her throat because she likes to argue so much You can see the incision marks and sometimes The incision marks will open up and leak black she can still can talk but her voice is a little bit more grainy and sometimes it's hard for her to talk so she has to drink water more and will sometimes not talk to try and save her voice.

The Dimitrescu family is painfully aware of the fact that Mirabel likes her family more than them. Which is why I feel like they had the first response that they did because in all I feel like that family is a very territorial and aggressive even when they try not to be. so when they first meet something that they view as a threat which was unfortunately the rest of mirabel's family (they are a threat to their relationship to Maribel) their instincts take over and make them act a little bit more aggressive but the more time that they spend with the family the less aggressive they are it took them a while (bela and Isabela did bond over the fact that they had similar names) but they eventually were fairly friendly with most of them (they tolerate the men.)

When it comes to Ethan maribel's entire house obviously is a safe area except for maybe one moment when Miranda shows up at random to "check in" on Mirable. I 100% believe that Maribel or maybe even some of her family members helped him in the final fight against Miranda and he lives! and Mirabel not trusting Chris or blue umbrella pulled him, Mia (I'm pretty sure she was also kidnapped again) and Rose into hiding with her and her family because I do not want them in umbrella custody or anywhere near that facility! only bad things happen I want them all to be happy in the end and away from all of that horribleness!

As for art! I would love to see the family fussing over Mirabel maybe when they had first gotten there or just in general how they act with her? and maybe a couple of Antonio following her around? And possibly the family and the Dimitrescu family interacting? Anything really you want to draw for it I would love to see it! I really enjoy your art style and know just how time consuming it can be!

RESIDENT EVIL 8 GRAHHHH 👺💪💪

No but uh. I'm glad you agree, and the Julieta one is so much better <333 ALSO THE ALMA ONE WORKS❗❗ That was actually similar to what I was thinking, so incision, maybe a failed attempt at trying to remove her vocal chords?? L Miranda but W Mirabel for letting her keep them ig 😭😭

Also Alcina and her daughters are just gonna have to tough it out cuz with the way they act??? Listen, Mirabel is optimistic, but not that optimistic 💀💀 and the fact that they were passive-agressive to her family (straight up aggressive to the men), doesn't help that 🗿 but at least they somewhatade up and even if they don't like each other, they tolerate each other for Mirabel's sake <\\3

ALAO ETHAN LETS GOOOOO I know he was scared out of his mind when Mirabel shoved him to a cupboard and he heard Miranda's voice the next second. He also learned that Mirabel is Mirands's favorite in that moment 🤧 maybe he uses that to an advantage?? I mean sure the Duke is there, but Mirabel or her family might be able to get rarer items, for cheaper too 💀 plus they might be more helpful in finding Rose. You know how frustrating it was to hear "Look a little closer 🤓☝"

HE LIVES AND GETS TO RAISE ROSE LETS GOOOO 🦅🦅🦅 ALSO I AGREE WITH NO UMBRELLA BUT...I thought the B.S.A.A was good??? But maybe I'm trippin', I mean it is RE, and Mia is sorta the problem to all this. Like if she just told Ethan the truth a lot of things could've been avoided 🥸 anyway, I think Ethan staying with the Madrigals (maybe permanently or just near wherever they were relocated in Colombia) is a cool idea, they can help him with Rose <333

AND ART YEAHHHGG OF COURSE I CAN I LOVE THIS AU <33 I really appreciate the ideas and??? I'm glad you love it 🤭🤭 I originally was working on it but got busy hence why it took me. A week to past this rather than a few days BUT HOPEFULLY IT WON'T HAPPEN AGAIN 🤓☝

Anyway art <333 Antonio's clothes (that Miravel made obvi) are based off of a lady bug so. Ladybug and Mantis. Lil bro is still happy to be around Mirabel even AFTER the experiment, its wild 🏃‍♀️ she tries to distance herself after the experiments on the family, thinking they'd hate her and never forgive her, but Antonio just refuses to leave her and she slowly gets closer again.

I LOVE THIS AU 👹👹

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starry-nights-garden · 9 months

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Jeno ✧ Trickling Down

✧ NCT Dream Jeno x gn!reader ✧ words: ~1.6k ✧ genre: angst, a bit of comfort ✧ warnings: suggestive, mentions of alcohol consumption & sex

Desc.: You’re not sure why you and your boyfriend Jeno always have your fights while taking a shower together, but this time as well nothing changes about that habit of yours.

“Why do you never say anything? I can’t believe you’re still like this!” Your harsh words cut through the sound of the water falling down on your skin and the floor underneath your feet, before your breathing gets drowned out by the countless drops splashing against the glass wall. The frustration is still coursing through your body, anger fresh like it had happened a mere minute ago. Standing back to back, you can feel the muscles on Jeno’s shoulders tense up, and from the way he harshly sucks in his breath and holds it for a few seconds before letting it back out, you assume his entire body has gone stiff.

Whenever one of you pulls the other towards the shower without the obvious intention to have sex, you know it’s for a serious conversation. This time it was you who pulled your boyfriend into the bathroom by his wrist after you both came home, and even though he probably knew what was coming, he let you without protesting. The people working in your department gather up to have dinner together roughly once a month, and you’re usually out late on these days. Today as well, the clock struck midnight right when you entered your apartment, having decided it would be better for Jeno to spend the night at your place instead of having to find his way back to his flat at the other end of the city while being drunk. And during the 15-minute-walk home you both might’ve sobered up a little, but the feelings that have been lingering for the past 2 hours or so are still very much present.

“I’m sorry…” your boyfriend finally manages to mumble those words back at you, and you almost fail to catch them, that’s how silent he is speaking. The sadness radiating off his back mingles with the warm water raining down on your bodies, and the way his confidence levels must’ve hit an all-time low makes you feel sad too. But you swallow it for now, you do your best not to show it. Now is not the time to feel sorry for him.

“Who are you saying this to?” you push him, with your words, and physically, by pressing your back against his a little harder. This shower cabin is too small for him to simply give way to the force with which you’re leaning against him, or he’d crash nose first against the stained glass pane, so he uses some of his strength to counter you, and to keep the balance between the two of you. “Who are you apologizing to?” you add, and Jeno hesitates.

“…I don’t want you to be angry,” he eventually says, letting his head hang.

“I’m not angry at you,” you respond. You take a deep breath to calm yourself down somewhat, once you realize that your harsh tone probably sent the wrong messages. “I just… I hate it when people look down on you.”

“It’s nothing…”

“Yes it is!” you raise your voice, then immediately remind yourself not to get so worked up. But you can’t help it. “That guy stole your idea and presented it as his own! I just don’t get how you wouldn’t stand up for yourself in that situation!”

“He’s my superior… I can’t help it,” Jeno explains, and the guilt ringing in his voice hits you like an arrow right through your chest. It’s not like you don’t understand him, deep down. It’s not like you don’t know how the hierarchy in a company works, and maybe if you ever ended up in a similar situation you couldn’t say anything either. But this is different - to you it is. This is about him, not anyone else. You feel anger bubbling up again deep in your chest, and you're doing your best to suppress it at the same time. Time and time again you’re reminded of just how precious he is to you, and at times like these that feeling burns through the space between your chest and stomach like searing embers.

“You should’ve said something,” you repeat, and you feel like your words are bouncing off of some kind of invisible wall between the two of you, that, no matter how hard you try, you will never be able to climb.

“I’m sorry…” he says again, and this time you turn around to yell right at his back while scolding him.

“I told you to stop saying sorry!”

“…yes.” He’s uncomfortable. He’s highly uncomfortable with this situation, with this conversation, you can tell by his shoulders that are slouched over and you can tell by the tone in his voice, that reminds you a bit of a kid that’s being made to do things it doesn’t want to do while biting back tears. That image right in front of your eyes, that you get to see so rarely, softens something inside of you, and it’s like the chunk of stone-hard anger is turning into more of a workable mass. You sigh, water running down your front and your back, making your hair stick to your skin. You close the distance between him and you eventually, wrapping your arms around his torso. Loosely at first, and when he accepts your touch, you tighten the embrace, holding him as hard as you can.

“I didn’t mean to yell at you,” you mutter, your lips moving against his back as you speak, and you can faintly taste the water running down along it. His fingers wrap around your arms and he loosens the hold you have on him just enough to be able to turn around comfortably. In one swift motion his hands let go of your limbs and cup your face instead, and while pushing you back against the shower wall a bit ungently, his lips find yours in a deep kiss. The conflicted feelings poured into his actions make you unsure whether you want more or less of it, but when the both of you eventually relax and he breaks the kiss moments later, you feel yourself longing for more. You open your eyes and your gaze is glued to his slightly parted lips.

“I know you mean well,” he simply says, and you can hear the exhaustion in his voice from a long day, and from the fight you just put him through. And suddenly you feel like you just made him suffer unnecessarily. You don’t know why you always fight in the shower anyway, maybe with your clothes off you feel like you both have your defenses down so you’re more on eye-level here than anywhere else, and one can’t simply turn their back on the other and leave in the middle of an argument. Or maybe it’s because the physical closeness makes it easier to make up afterwards, to say sorry, to say it’s okay.

But that word, that “sorry”, seems to be stuck somewhere in your throat, and you try to remember the last time it has been this hard to say. Jeno leans in again, connects his lips to yours again, and you let him lead the kiss, while your mind is still a few steps behind. Now it’s you who feels bad, you’re feeling bad about being kissed like this, being kissed in a way that’s trying to convey with every single second it lasts, “I forgive you.” But you haven’t asked for forgiveness yet, and so you put your palms against his chest and push him back, your kiss being torn apart coldly. The shock in his eyes and his deeply furrowed eyebrows are like a slap to your face, and you realize you just fucked up once more.

“No, I-” you stutter, but you can’t finish your sentence. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to-… I mean-… I just-” As you stammer on, words getting all mixed up somewhere on their way from your head to your tongue, Jeno’s expression finally softens. He runs a thumb over your cheek, caressing your skin as he gives you an honest smile.

“I know,” he says, and it comes out as merely a whisper. His hands find their way down to your arms, and eventually he wraps them around your waist to pull you close and into a warm hug. “Why is everything always so complicated…?” he wonders out loud, trying to put some lightness to his words on purpose, but they still hit you where it hurts the most. Even though he might not have meant it like that, you can’t help but think that it’s you who made it even harder on him. And you’re not sure how you’re supposed to apologize for a tendency of yours that’s been there since the beginning, and that’s been causing problems ever since the two of you started dating. You’re also not sure why he’s still here, how he hasn’t gotten tired of it yet, but you don’t know how to ask him about it either. So instead, you bury your face in his chest and you hold onto him, digging your nails into his upper arms, as if he was about to slip away. Only when you feel the palm of his hand atop your head, you feel comforted, and thinking how it should be you comforting him after all that happened earlier, and not the other way around, you make sure to press your body against his with all your might, hoping he would sense all the things you’re trying to convey to him, and that the water still trickling down on you would wash away the remaining hurt of your argument soon enough.

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newtonsheffield · 9 months

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If you’re feeling a Spicy Sunday this week, can we see Mile High once they finally get their ish together and are in the start of their HEA phase?? Or anything Mile High really haha 😛

Okay, let’s see these two sluts shutting around tbh.

Contrary to popular belief honestly, Kate had found that her life as a commercial pilot was relatively free of casual sex. She knew it was a stereotype, the partner in every port idea but she honestly found the idea a little bit offensive. The idea that flight crew travelled too much, spent too much time together and they’d inevitably cheat was ridiculous. Plenty of people travelled for work and at the end of the day she viewed monogamy as a commitment. You decided to commit to that person and that was that.

“Do you… maybe think that… the fact that you weren’t hooking up in bars had anything to do with the fact you. Well… you and Anthony were sort of developing?”

Edwina had blinked at her when Kate had laughed about it, her eyebrows raised.

“I’ll have you know: I met Anthony when we were both being bar whores.”

Edwina gave her a somewhat dispassionate look, “Please stop reminding me. Before I realised it was you, I kept pushing him for details.”

Kate rolled her eyes, “You also are hardly wearing a hole int he carport of your hotel rooms with the traffic, thanks.”

“Well, that’s because I’m still in love with my ex girlfriend. Who has a girlfriend. so Sophie and I watch Pride and Prejudice and cry.”

Kate had to admit she had a point. Every Monet since he’d reached out and taken her hand when she’d stepped onto that plane, everything had stopped. She’d been so aware of Anthony. Even when she’d gone out to bars on her time off she’d scanned the room and remembered how his body had felt pressed against hers when someone had passed her a drink. And she’d remembered the way his eyes had raked over her as they’d strode through the airport and eventually she’d call Anthony, or he would call her and one of them would fall to their knees while they fumbled with clothing and their limbs would tangle together, desperate for each other. And now, she supposed it was different.

It had been a little awkward at first, newly in their relationship, an awkward little dance with their fingers intertwined as they left dinner.

Anthony shifting nervously, his body pressed against her side. “Do you… want space tonight?”

She’d roll her eyes, tugging him inside her room or his, whosever was closer, their hands already fumbling.

One room always sat abandoned, with Edwina rolling her eyes as they loaded into the bus the next morning, “Who do I have to talk to about not getting the room next to these two again? The fucking bed nearly came through the wall I swear to god. There’s just some things a sister shouldn’t have to hear.”

But that was months ago now. Months even after the HR manager had sighed,

“Do we actually have to keep booking seperate rooms for you two?It’s become a waste of money at this point, Lord.”

They’d settled into their relationship now. More casual intimacies like her fingers slipping over the silk of Anthony’s tie as she looped it around his neck, buttoning his vest for him, or Anthony sighing as they left every morning without fail.

“Babe, you don’t have your ID tags.”

“Why do I need my ID tags to fly the plane?!”

Anthony always rolled his eyes, lint rolling his jacket, “To make sure you’re actually a pilot.”

“Are you saying you wouldn’t vouch for me?” She nudged him playfully.

“Rules are rules, Kate. I’m not a lunatic.”

They knew one another, inside and out now, one another’s mannerisms and needs. Everything that they’d both been so afraid of at first had come to be comforting. The fact that they could walk out of security hand in hand, and collapse into bed together exhausted from a long flight felt nice rather than terrifying. There was comfort, in having someone who knew you that well. In coming home and finding a new bottle of juice in the fridge because Anthony knew she’d forget on her way home. Casual intimacy. She’s thought it would make the other kind of intimacy, the burning desire that prickled down her spine would give way into nothingness. But it didn’t, it only shifted, changed and grew like the two of them had into something entirely different.

kate had felt Anthony’s eyes on her since they’d woken this morning. The alarm had blared, jolting them both awake with a groan at half five, and Anthony had pulled her back against his chest and his lips had pressed lightly to her neck and her stomach had dropped. It had dropped again when they’d slipped into the shower and her arms had wrapped around his waist and their eyes had caught and tension had flickered between them.

“We don’t have time for this.” Anthony moaned as his thigh slipped between hers and his muscles tightened around her.

“Stop then.” She gasped against him as her hips started grinding against him.

“You stop.”

She’d reached out just to spite him and turned off the hot water, jumping out of the spray before the cold water could hit her as well as Anthony.

“Fucking hell, Kate!”

“Love you!” She called out, more than a little smug even if she did still feel the burn in the pit of her stomach.

The cold water didn’t help. She seemed to be hyper aware of Anthony today. Every movement he made she could feel. Every breath seemed to tickle her skin. His fingers seemed to burn in his as they strode into Heathrow, scanning their badges as they made their way to the staff area. His hand was too low on her back as they stood in the short security line, sitting on the swell of her arse as she put her shoes back on.

“Hands above the belt Anthony.” Kate rolled her eyes despite the fact she was fighting the urge to lean back against his hand.

He raised his eyebrows, looking around to make sure nobody was watching before he planted his hand firmly on her chest. “Better?”

Before Kate could answer Edwina had pushed her way between them, “No! No! We’re going to Hong Kong, it’s two days before Christmas and the love of my life is engaged to someone else, no Kate and Anthony Heathrow groping this morning! It’s barely 6am!”

“That was your fault!” Anthony hissed as they strode towards the gate.

“My fault?! Are you scared of Edwina?”

“I have to survive a flight time of 12hr and 25minutes with her. And she’s clearly going through it.”

“Do you want to talk about it Eddie?” Kate called out.

“Nope! Not until we get home!”

Even that hadn’t deterred them though. Not even that. His fingers lingered as he dropped off her dinner in the cockpit and she’d felt his eyes prickling down her spine when she’d slipped into the galley after. Felt his body press against hers and by the time they left the airport, headed towards the hotel to get a little bit of sleep before heading back, it felt like her entire body was on fire.

Anthony’s hand was low on her waist as they collected the keys and the tension rippled through the air as they stood in the lift. She could feel Anthony’s breath on her neck and felt his foot nudge hers slightly wider, his hands tugging her skirt further up her legs until his knee was settled between her thighs snugly, the fabric of his trousers tickling her thighs through her stockings.

Kate swallowed thickly, unbuttoning her jacket against the heat of the tiny lift suddenly oppressive. She let out an audible sigh of relief as the doors opened and she spilled out onto the floor. She snatched up Anthony’s hand, tugging him towards the room. He moved irritatingly slowly, a smug smile on his face, his hair still perfectly in place despite the fact that their day had seemed neverending.

The second they were inside it was a different story.

Anthony’s hand caught around the back of her neck and tugged her to meet the crush of his lips. Their teeth clashed and their tongues tangled and all the while their hands tugged at their clothing.

Anthony’s chest was warm and firm under her fingertips and she longed to feel it pressed against hers as he slowly thrust into her but something in her was too desperate for that today, the fire between them already too hot. Anthoy let out a groan as he slid her jacket from her shoulders, letting it crumple on the floor, his voice rough

“I love that fucking uniform. One of these days you’re going to fuck me with that hat on Kate. I won’t let you say no.”

Kate felt her spine shiver as his hand twisted in her stockings and she felt them give way as he tried to pull them off her, and then her skirt until they were both standing in the middle of the room, in only their underwear.

Anthony;s hands were warm on the back of her thighs as he tugged them around his waist and his teeth bit into her neck, marking her skin for him the way her fingernails were biting into his chest and shoulders as she rolled her hips against them.

Anthony fell backwards onto the bed, his eyes dark as her weight settled over him, her torn stockings still clung to her. His fingers walked slowly up her thigh leaving a trail of fire in their wake and Kate tasted the whine in the back of her throat as they tugged the edge of her underwear aside.

“Please.”

Anthony chuckled as his fingers slipped inside but his eyes fluttered closed, and she felt his voice rumble in his chest through her hands, “Fuck, were you like this all day.”

Kate nodded, her hips bucking against him desperately, “Don’t make me wait any longer.”

“So bossy today.” Anthony sighed, slipping his fingers from her and ignoring her whine as he brought them to his lips.

“You like that.”

The sound Anthony made, part growl part moan as he sucked his fingers into his mouth shot heat straight back through her and his hips bucked up against her. “No. I fucking love that.”

Quicker than Kate could react his hips thrust upwards and the air left her lungs as they joined together and Anthony’s fingers pressed against her lips as the rhythm started to carry them away. Anthony’s arm was tight around her waist and the taste of her was on her tongue as their hips ground desperately together, chasing the relief they’d needed all day. The air felt stagnant, stifling as tension thickened in it and gasps and moans filled the air. The bed slid across the floor, thumping rhythmically against the wall and even that seemed to spur them on, move them faster.

Anthony’s hand was warm against her chest and the silky strands of his hair slipped over Kate’s fingers as heat coiled tightly in her stomach, tighter and tighter and-

Anthony stopped and then again, so quickly it stole the breath from her body he rolled them. The weight of him on top of her was so comforting and the slide of their skin felt so fucking good as he let out a sharp gran and his hips snapped forward roughly and both of them lost themselves on it.

Anthony’s teeth bit into his lips as everyone of his movements seemed harder, deeper, faster and the bedsheets burned against her back with the friction of it as the moments hung int he air, stretching on forever. His cheeks were flushed and his hair fell in his eyes and everything about him kept Kate’s eyes firmly on him, staring at him as he pushed her closer and closer to the edge. Her vision started to blur and every muscle in her body seemed to tighter as she dangled over the edge and Anthony’s sweat slid against her skin.

“Come on, Kate. Let go, Babe. Fuck you feel so incredible. Come.”

She fell over the edge and Anthony swallowed the shout that had threatened to bubble over, his own moan pressed onto her tongue as he shuddered above her, the moment frozen.

He collapsed on top of her with one last moan, exhausted, and their chests heaved in sync as they fought for breath.

BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG!

“Fucking enough!” Sophie’s voice shouted as she banged on the other side of the wall. “Some of us are fucking single as fuck you smug twats!”

And with one look, they burst out laughing.

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