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Safe Haven [Chapter Ten]

Pairing: Michael Kinsella x Fem!Reader Word Count: 5.9k [Series Masterlist]

Warnings/tags: 18+ for this series; contains violence, drug use, domestic abuse, smut, hurt/comfort, angst, mutual pining, friends to lovers

a/n: Okay I didn't intend to get this written and edited so fast, but here it is. Please do not expect chapter 11 so soon because I know it won't be ready by tomorrow. BUT I hope y'all enjoy this one and I expect y'all will be screaming about something when you're done with it.... Feedback is always appreciated!

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Leaning against the kitchen table, your two packed bags of luggage sat at your feet. Your eyes were focused out of the window, waiting for the car you’d called to come bring you to Dublin Airport. It wasn’t even that long ago that you’d left that very same airport to come here, moving into your sister’s house. It certainly hadn’t taken you long to fuck this all up. This was the shortest stay you’d had anywhere, not even making it two whole weeks before you’d had to run.

Megan had no idea what was going on, either. You’d gotten up when she did early this morning to her surprise. You’d wanted to have a coffee with her one last time. Spend every last minute you could with her before she’d inevitably had to get ready and leave for her shift at the hospital. She’d left about a half an hour ago and you had called the car shortly after.

Eventually you spotted the black sedan rolling to a stop in the street just before Megan’s driveway. You sucked in a deep breath, holding it a moment before you sharply blew it out. Pushing off of the table, you turned and grabbed the handles of both of your bags. You dragged them both behind you as you made your way over to the front door, pausing to eye the house one last time. You could feel something clawing in your chest, begging you to stay, to send that car away, but you shoved it deep down.

You were doing this to keep everyone safe. There was no other way.

You unlocked the door, pulling it open and setting your bags just outside of it. The driver of the car stepped out, calling out a greeting to you. You sent him a wave and a tight smile before you closed Megan’s front door, locking it and hiding the key under a potted plant just beside it. Grabbing the handles of your luggage, you dragged them down the paved driveway towards the car. You wondered if Birdy was somewhere in her house right now, watching you with some sort of triumphant smile on her face.

“Beautiful day today, isn’ it?” the driver said as you neared.

It was a fucking awful day, actually.

Forcing another polite smile onto your face, you simply nodded. You pulled the bags around the front of the car, making your way to the trunk. The driver stepped towards you though, the movement causing you to pause.

“I can get those for ya, if ya’d like, miss?” he offered.

“It’s fine,” you answered. “Thank you, though.”

“Ahh, American, are ya?” he asked, his eyes lighting up at the realization.

“Yeah,” you replied.

You began dragging your luggage to the trunk, stepping aside as the driver hurried over to open it for you.

“Were ya just here on holiday then?” he asked.

You knew he was only trying to make polite conversation, but you truly were not in the mood to talk. All you wanted was to get this flight over with, settle into that little cottage in that small English town, and maybe get incredibly drunk on some wine to forget about literally everything.

“Something like that,” you muttered.

You bent down and picked up your first bag, hefting it up and into the trunk. Taking a moment, you situated it in the small space so that you’d have room for the second bag.

“Are ya sure ya don’t need some help?” the driver pressed again.

You paused, shooting him a look over your shoulder. “I’m going to be honest with you,” you began, tone flat. “I’m having a shitty day and I’m not really a chatter. I’m quite content to toss my own shit into the trunk of your car and have a quiet ride to the airport. Unless, of course, you want to watch me cry or scream? Because mentally that’s about where I’m at right now.”

The man stood there, his mouth gaping open at your words as he stared back at you. After the shock of your bluntness wore off, he quickly nodded.

“S-sorry,” he muttered.

You shrugged. “Just being honest,” you replied.

He gestured back towards the front of the car. “I’ll uh, I’ll just be waitin’ in the car then, when you’re ready,” he said.

You sent him a tense smile. “That’d be great, thanks.”

The driver scurried off and you turned, bending down to pick up your second bag. You felt a little bad for your rudeness, but really, you didn’t think you could take the entire duration of this ride listening to him prattle on about the sun shining this morning and wonderful holiday memories. With a grunt you managed to get the second bag in, but it didn’t fully fit quite right. Groaning, you realized you’d need to take a minute to adjust both of the bags to fit into the smaller trunk of this car. Vaguely you were aware of the sound of a car pulling up a little ways behind you, but you were too busy fighting to maneuver both of your damn pieces of luggage around in the trunk to pay any attention. Not until you heard your name.

“Grace?”

Your hands instantly stopped what they were doing, your eyes going wide at the familiar deep Irish accented voice behind you.

But that wasn’t possible because he was at the Garda station after having been arrested last night. He shouldn’t have been out.

“Grace what–are ya leavin' ?”

Your mouth felt like it had gone dry. This isn’t how you planned things to go. He wasn’t supposed to have been here for this.

Slowly you spun around, turning to face Michael behind you. He was standing there, his eyes focused on your bags in the trunk of the car. Soon they slid back up to your face, his brows pulling together as a deep crease formed on his forehead.

“What’re ya doin’?” he breathed out.

Your mouth opened and closed, tears forming in your eyes as you looked at the fear and the hurt quickly washing over his face.

“I thought–thought ya were stayin’ here? Talkin’ to me?” he continued, the sound of a car door closing behind him briefly registering in your ears. “Thought ya were waitin’ for me? Why’re ya leavin’?”

Movement over his shoulder caught your attention and you tensed. Birdy was stalking her way over towards the pair of you, a pleased look on her face.

“Let her go, Mikey, love,” she called out. “She shouldn’ be here.”

His face tightened in confusion as he turned, focusing on Birdy as she approached. She eventually came to a stop just a few feet behind him, her arms crossed over her chest.

“What d’ya mean she shouldn’ be here?” he asked her.

“I mean she’s a liar, Mikey,” Birdy told him, her eyes shifting to you. “Aren’t ya dear? Your name isn’ Grace, for starters.”

Michael’s brows somehow furrowed even further, the confusion only growing on his face as he looked back at you. “What’s she on ‘bout, Grace?” he asked.

Your palms began to sweat, your breath coming in short. She was going to feed him lies and he was going to believe every word of it, wasn’t he? Not only would you have to leave, you’d be leaving him with the wrong impression of yourself.

“That’s not my name,” you answered nervously. Licking your lips, you uttered your actual name, noticing the way the corner of Michael’s lips twitched. “I–I couldn’t use my real name because–”

“Because she’s tryin’ to help that bloody Serpent biker gang in Cork get close to Eamon, that’s why,” Birdy said, cutting you off. Her eyes flickered towards the driver in the car before they returned to Michael, her voice lowering. “They need a supplier. Apparently thinkin’ they can send someone to fuck a Kinsella and get in close.”

Michael instantly was shaking his head at her. “No, you’re wrong, Birdy,” he told her.

Birdy shrugged, her cold stare landing back on you. “If I’m wrong then why is she leavin’, pet?”

You sucked in a breath when both of them focused on you, your heart hammering wildly in your chest. This was your chance to tell them the truth. Maybe they wouldn’t believe you, but if you didn’t just get it out there you’d never know.

“Because you threatened to reach out to Victor,” you blurted, your focus on Birdy. “To tell him where I am. Lead him straight to my fucking door.”

Birdy’s eyes instantly narrowed back at you, her head tilting a little to the side. “Your fiance?” she asked.

“What?” Michael gasped.

“Ex -fiance,” you said firmly, eyes still focused on Birdy. “We haven’t been together in almost two years. I left him because he was–” your eyes closed, your voice quivering as you tried to continue “–violent. Outside of the Club.”

Neither Michael or Birdy spoke immediately. Your arms wrapped around yourself, gaze dropping down to your feet.

“You–you threatened to alert the Serpents to me being here if I didn’t leave,” you continued, feeling tears well up in your eyes. “And if you’d done that, he’d have shown up and killed me. And my sister. And probably Michael for ever spending any amount of time with me. And if any of the rest of you got in his way, he’d have gone after you all, too.” Your watery gaze flew up to meet Birdy’s quickly softening expression. “You didn’t exactly give me a choice. I had to leave to keep everyone else safe. Because I sure as shit didn’t expect you to hear me out.”

“Oh, dear, I didn’–”

Michael’s hands balled into fists at his sides, a sharp exhale falling from his nose that somehow alone managed to cut Birdy clean off. He abruptly turned towards her, his body tense and his eyes hard. You swore you saw Birdy visibly shrink back under the weight of his stare.

“Ya threatened her?” he asked, voice dangerously low.

“I was only lookin’ out for the family, pet,” she explained quickly. “I knew somethin’ was off the moment she arrived. I noticed she was spendin’ time with ya. Gettin’ close. I wanted to make sure ya were safe, Mikey, love.”

Michael took a step towards her, his shoulders squared and his jaw tight. “I can take care of myself, Birdy,” he growled. “I don’ need ya watchin’ my moves and who I’m spendin’ my time with. D’ya hear me?”

“Of course, pet,” Birdy said, a nervous smile on her mouth. “Ya know I’d never do anythin’ to hurt ya.”

Michael took another intimidating step towards Birdy, your eyes catching the slight half step she took backwards. He looked terrifying, all calm and angry like he was, a fire raging just beneath the surface of that calm exterior. Not that you felt afraid of him, no. If anything you felt like the man before you could hold his own against Victor if he ever came around. Michael had often come across as quiet and a little awkward when the pair of you had been together. He’d been sweet and gentle with you, even lowering his guard and letting you see just a glimpse of that vulnerable interior he kept locked up. But seeing him like this was something else. He was fearsome. Formidable. Someone quite obviously not meant to be fucked with.

And here he was defending you to his own family.

“I hope to fuckin’ hell ya didn’ reach out to her ex, Birdy,” Michael snarled, posture still rigid and tense as he stared her down. “Because so help me if ya did.”

“I didn’!” she exclaimed, her eyes darting over his shoulder to you. “I didn’ contact anyone. I–I was goin’ to, yes, if ya gave me reason. But I didn’ know he was… hurtin’ ya, dear. I’d have never made threats if I’d known what was really goin’ on.” Her eyes flew back to Michael, something vulnerable shining in them back at him. “And ya know I wouldn’, Mikey. Ya know that’s the truth.”

He exhaled a long breath, some of the tension easing out of his body with it. Turning over his shoulder, he eyed you for a long moment, his expression slowly becoming more subdued. His attention quickly snapped back to Birdy moments later, a firm finger pointing at her chest.

“Go back home, Birdy,” he ordered. “Don’t tell the others anymore ‘bout this shite story. Or ‘bout her. Ya hear me? I don’t need the others pokin’ around her, either. Not right now. There’s enough we’re dealin’ with.”

Birdy opened her mouth to say more, but Michael immediately leaned in closer towards her, cutting her off before she could begin.

“Now, Birdy,” he growled. “Ya made enough of a mess already.”

Her eyes slowly slid back to you, an apologetic look crossing her features. “I’m sorry, dear,” she said softly. “I had no idea.”

She made her way back towards her still idling car with less zeal in her steps than before. Michael turned on the spot, briskly walking back towards you without a word. He reached into the car behind you, effortlessly pulling both of your bags out of the trunk at the same time. He set them down on the street before roughly closing the trunk. Then he pulled the handles of your luggage back up before his eyes finally landed on you.

“Ya aren’t leavin’,” he stated simply.

You watched in surprise as he rolled the bags around to the driver’s side of the car, pausing beside the now very timid driver. He reached into the pocket of his dark brown jacket, pulling out a wallet. After a second he pulled out a few bills and then pushed them at the driver through the open window.

“Ya aren’t needed,” he said gruffly, gesturing down the street with his head.

You stood there stunned and speechless, watching as the driver quickly accepted the cash and then drove off. Your eyes were on the headlights until the car turned the corner and left the street. Slowly your attention shifted back to Michael. He was staring back at you, the handle of one of your bags in each of his hands. He looked vastly less angry now that it was just the two of you.

“Let’s get your stuff back inside,” he said. “Then we can talk.”

You nodded, making your way back up the driveway to Megan’s house, Michael pulling your bags behind him. Bending down, you retrieved the key back from underneath the pot and then rose to your feet, unlocking the door. You swung it open and stepped inside, Michael following in behind you. He made his way straight down the hall to the sitting room with your bags in tow as you shut and locked the front door. Then nervously you made your way down the hall after him.

You found him standing awkwardly beside Megan’s sofa, his jacket tossed over the armrest and a timid expression on his face. Something almost nervous. You stopped just in the entryway of the room yourself, your arms awkwardly crossing over your chest.

“Ya were just goin’ to leave without a word?” he asked, breaking the silence.

“I tried to talk to you last night,” you began, the words just pouring out of you. “I didn’t know you were going to be getting arrested. I was planning to stay up the whole night waiting for you to come back from whatever it was you were out doing if that’s what it took to talk to you. But then I saw you in cuffs being put in the back of a Garda car and figured I didn’t have a choice but to run. It’s not like I wanted to do this.”

Michael ran a hand through his hair, his eyes focused on the sofa. “That’s why I hadn’ heard from ya in a few days, yeah?” he asked, still not looking at you. “Because ya were plannin’ to disappear on me?”

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, tears yet again threatening to fall.

At the sound of your voice breaking on the words, Michael’s attention returned to you. Everything about his expression and his body language immediately softened in response. He crossed the space between you, drawing you straight into him without hesitation. Your arms eagerly encircled him in return, burying your face into his blue sweater.

“I’ve felt like an asshole all week,” you said, tears already falling down your cheeks. “I was going to leave Megan without a goodbye. And I’d been ignoring you– hurting you–and you didn’t deserve it. Especially not with everything you’ve had happening already.”

Michael’s arms held you tighter, his hands splayed wide over your back. He lowered himself to rest his chin along the top of your head.

“Ya were scared,” he murmured. “I understand why ya were goin’ to do it.”

“I wanted to talk to you last night,” you assured him. “I really wanted to. But then you had to leave, and you were arrested before I could have a chance after that.”

“Detained,” Michael muttered. “I wasn’ arrested. Was detained for questionin’ ‘bout a shootin’ last night.”

“Why’d they let you go so soon?” you asked softly. “Thought they would hold you the full twenty-four hours at least.”

Michael let out an amused snort, the sound taking you off guard and drawing the corner of your lips upwards.

“Barely been here that long and already know how the guards operate in Ireland, yeah?” he replied in amusement.

You shrugged, turning to rest your cheek against his chest. He still smelled like that smokey cinnamon scent and it was quickly relaxing you.

“Pretty sure they’re like that everywhere,” you answered. “So how’d you get released so soon? Or…am I not allowed to know that?”

“Seizure,” he said softly. “Or so they’re thinkin’. Guess ya were right ‘bout that the first night I met ya.” His hands began to soothingly run along your back as he spoke. “Need to see a GP to find out if that’s what’s goin’ on. But apparently they can’t question me after havin’ one, so I was released this mornin’. Have to reschedule their questionin’.”

“Mmm,” you hummed out, eyelids slowly lowering.

Despite the stress and fear of the past few days, and especially this morning, you found yourself feeling oddly content wrapped in Michael’s embrace right now. All you wanted was to stay like this, nothing more.

“Can we finally talk about what’s goin’ on with ya?” he asked gently. “‘Bout your ex-fiance and the fake name you’re usin’?”

A sigh fell out of you, your fingers tightening against the material of his sweater. You knew this was coming but you really didn’t want to delve into it.

“Ya don’ have to tell me everythin’ if you’re not ready,” he whispered, drawing his chin from off the top of your head and looking down at you. “But if ya have some sort of dangerous ex chasin’ ya down, I should probably know somethin’ to make sure I can help keep Megan and ya safe.”

You drew back from him, shaking your head at his words. “Michael, you don’t need–”

“Ya think I’m just goin’ to let some arsehole scare ya and keep ya in hidin’?” he shot back, eyes narrowed. “Not sayin’ I’m goin’ to be a reckless arsehole myself, but I’m not leavin’ ya to deal with him. Not while I’m still here.” His head gestured to the sofa. “So can we talk?”

Drawing your bottom lip between your teeth, you chewed it nervously for a moment before you nodded. Your arms released their hold around his waist, his own falling down to his sides as the pair of you made your way to the sofa. You sat down beside each other, your thigh brushing up against his as you focused on your fidgeting hands in your lap.

“I uh, I need to keep using the fake name still,” you began, nervously glancing up at him. “I can’t have Victor finding out I’m here so I can’t exactly risk using my real name.”

Michael nodded, a solemn expression on his face. "Who is he?" he asked.

"He's uh, what they call the Sergeant at Arms for the Serpents of Hell. For the Mother Charter–the founding charter," you explained. "They’re an outlaw MC. Running illegal drugs and guns across the US, but apparently they have a charter here that I didn't know about. Over in Cork."

"What's a…Sergeant at Arms?" he asked curiously.

Your eyes dropped back down to your hands where they were fidgeting in your lap. "It's a higher ranking position in the Club. There's the President and a Vice President. Then the Sergeant at Arms. He's like a bodyguard to the President and an enforcer of the Club rules." You swallowed hard, your focus still intensely on your hands. "Oftentimes a triggerman. President gives a name, he kills."

"How'd ya get involved with all of that?" he asked carefully. "With him?"

"That's…sort of a long story," you admitted, looking back up at him. "Maybe one for another day?"

Michael nodded, a gentle smile spreading on his lips. "Why's he after ya then? Can ya tell me that?"

"We–we were engaged," you admitted awkwardly. "Like Birdy said. He wasn't–wasn't like that with me. In the beginning, of course. But he eventually became possessive." Your hands curled into fists in your lap, fighting to keep the memories down. "Easily made jealous. And his temper eventually came to the surface. Especially when he drank."

You saw the way Michael’s jaw clenched at your words, the muscles twitching in his cheeks. He looked like he was barely containing his rage beneath the surface the more you told him. Just like when he’d been telling Birdy off a bit ago. You wondered what it would look like when he wasn’t containing it.

Eyes falling back down to your lap, you continued. "He took things too far one day and I–I ran the first chance I got. But he–he eventually caught me and dragged me back with him. A few times. And now I think I've finally pissed him off enough that he doesn't want to drag me back anymore." Your nails dug into your palms again, the cuts on your hands stinging in response. "I'm certain he's planning to kill me if he finds me again."

A shudder of fear ran through your spine, your eyes snapping shut. You were afraid of what might happen if you were to encounter Victor again, often having nightmares about it. You were certain you’d pushed him one too many times.

Michael's hand grabbed onto one of yours, tenderness in his touch. Your hands shifted until you were clinging to his hand like a lifeline in return, eyes still tightly closed.

"I won't let that happen," he promised. "I want ya to know that, Grace. I will not let him hurt ya."

You felt his other hand suddenly gripping your chin, carefully turning your face towards his. Eyelids fluttering open, you took in the warm and compassionate expression on his face as he gazed back at you. His hand slid up to cradle your cheek in his palm, holding you so gently like he was afraid one wrong move might scare you off. His thumb lightly stroked back and forth along your cheekbone as he held your gaze.

"And I want ya to know that I would never lay a hand on ya like that," he said firmly. "I'd never hurt ya. Never would want ya to be scared o' me."

"I'm not afraid of you, Michael," you replied firmly.

You saw a handful of emotions flash across his face so quickly it was almost impossible to catch each one. Eventually a frown was pulling his lips downward, something like guilt lingering in his eyes.

"Ya know what I did last night, don't ya?" he whispered.

You did, actually. You'd seen the news this morning. Someone by the name of Caolon Moore had been shot when he'd been out at a bar last night. A man had walked in and shot him five times before fleeing the scene. Garda apparently assumed it was gangland activity.

You weren't an idiot. You'd been around this sort of life enough. You knew it was Michael who'd shot him in retaliation for killing his son–though after the brief interaction you saw between him and Jimmy and Amanda last night before he had gone, you had a strong feeling he'd been guilted into doing the shooting.

"Yeah," you answered.

The muscles jumped in his cheeks as Michael ground his teeth together. His lips were pressed into a thin line but you saw something hopeful flickering in his eyes that he was clearly struggling to fight back.

"I did it," he admitted.

"I know," you whispered.

His lips were visibly trembling, his palm pressing further into your cheek. You leant into his touch, your eyes still locked on his.

"I didn't want to," he breathed out.

A sad smile slid onto your mouth, your own hand coming to rest over the top of his. "I know," you repeated.

He swallowed hard at your words. You saw that hope mix with something else in his eyes as he held your gaze. There was something softer in them now, something affectionate, and it was taking over his entire face the longer you looked.

“And ya still aren’ afraid of me?” he asked, voice barely audible with how quietly he’d spoken. “Don’t think I’m a monster?”

You shook your head slowly. “No,” you admitted.

There was a moment that passed between you both, one that felt like it lasted far longer than it truly had. Michael’s eyes were watering with unshed tears, his calloused thumb still brushing back and forth against your cheek. But there was a small smile slowly forming on his lips, one that was gradually spreading up to his eyes. You could feel the pounding of your heart in your chest as if his eyes alone were igniting some sort of fire in you.

Slowly he leaned in towards you, his hand on your cheek drawing you in towards him as he did. You let him, your body willingly being drawn to him like a magnet. Michael lowered his forehead to yours, his eyes closing. Your eyes dropped down to his lips, aware of how close they were to yours now, closer than they’d ever been before. It took every ounce of willpower in you to refrain from leaning up and just kissing him, your pulse quickening in anticipation at the thought alone.

“What ‘bout Saturday mornin’?” he whispered, your eyes still focused on his mouth as he spoke. “At nine?”

Brows drawing together in confusion, you quickly tried to backpedal and make sense of the question. But the question didn’t make sense with the previous topic of conversation.

“For–for what?” you asked.

Michael huffed out a laugh, his warm breath hitting your lips and raising goosebumps on your skin beneath your sweater. His nose gently nudged your own and you felt like you were about to lose that battle with your willpower.

“For that coffee, pet,” he murmured. “Can I take ya for coffee Saturday mornin’ at nine?”

“Yes,” you whispered.

His nose nudged yours again and your eyelids lowered partially. His lips were parted now, his breath falling into your own mouth with each exhale. The sensation was making you lightheaded, especially with the way your breath had started to come in shallower.

“Can I finally kiss ya?” he asked.

Your heart was slamming violently against its confines now, the anticipation of his mouth on yours feeling like a slow death in itself.

“I wish you would,” you breathed out.

Michael didn’t waste another moment, his head shifting just a bit so his lips could gently capture your own. They were softer than you’d have imagined. Gentle and warm as he carefully and hesitantly kissed you. Seconds later his lips released yours, but your mouth instantly chased after his, craving more of him.

His hand slid back from your cheek, making its way to hold the back of your head and pulling you more firmly towards him the moment your lips reconnected. Your own hand slid down his arm until you were grasping at his broad shoulders with both of your hands. Your fingers dug into his sweater as you held him, desperate not to let him slip through your own hands.

You were struggling to catch your breath between the increasing flurry of his lips on yours, gasping for air each time his mouth briefly left yours. The sound seemed to only further spur Michael onward, his hand soon lightly gripping the back of your neck and pressing you closer to him. Your arms wrapped around him in response, pulling yourself halfway onto him on the couch until your chests were pressed together. Fleetingly you wondered if it was your heartbeat thundering in your chest or his.

Michael’s tongue soon swiped along your bottom lip, wet and warm, and you eagerly allowed him to slide it into your mouth. Your own tongue greeted his, one of your hands snaking upwards to grip a handful of his dark hair. A moan slipped from your mouth straight into his own as you felt yourself quickly getting lost in him. His other hand suddenly grabbed your hip roughly at the sound, his fingertips brushing a bit of skin just beneath your sweater.

The scent of him was filling your nose as his tongue continued to lap so sensuously against your own. Everything about him was driving you wild, and fuck how you wanted him right here and now. To tear that sweater straight off of him and take things further on that very fucking couch, especially with how you’d almost fled and thought you’d never see him again barely minutes ago. You just wanted to feel his hands and his lips roaming every inch of your body. Wanted to memorize every inch of his.

But this wasn’t the time. Especially considering how long it had been since you'd last had sex with anyone. And now feelings were involved. You didn't want to do the wrong thing, to act before thinking things through.

Your hand slid down from his shoulder, pressing lightly against his chest. Reluctantly you broke your mouth away from his, gasping for air when you did. Michael’s shoulders were heaving as he tried to catch his own breath, his dark brows pulling together as he eyed you nervously.

"Did I do somethin' wrong?" he asked.

You shook your head, one hand still fisting his hair and the other still splayed over his chest. "No," you answered. "We just–maybe now isn't the time for… that ."

It was a moment before your meaning registered, your eyes watching his expression shift as it did. He was grinning back at you, his hand playfully squeezing your hip.

"Wasn’t plannin' to let things go that far with ya right now," he said cheekily. "But I understand."

You cleared your throat, heat warming your cheeks at his words as your hands gradually released their hold on him.

"Why don't I let ya unpack?" he suggested. Shooting you a sheepish smile, one hand coming to rub the back of his neck, he continued, "Because honestly I could use some sleep after yesterday and this mornin'. And I have a feelin’ once Jimmy is out I’ll be in a heap o’ shite with the family. So maybe we can continue this another time?”

You shot him a coy smile yourself. “The conversation or the other part?” you asked.

He chuckled as he rose to his feet. You followed after him, noticing the way his eyes followed your every moment, that delighted smile on his face only drawing one onto your own.

“How ‘bout I leave that up to you to decide, yeah?” he replied.

Nervously tucking a few strands of hair behind your ear, you ducked your head at his words. You definitely wanted to continue the other part later.

“How about I walk you out then?” you offered.

“That’d be grand, pet,” he said, his hand reaching out and grasping onto yours.

Fingers entwined together, Michael grabbed his jacket from the couch before you led him down the short hallway, passing the kitchen on the way to the front door. When you reached it, you came to a stop and turned towards him. He was grinning down at you already, that dimple visible just beneath his beard. You could feel your nerves swirling in your stomach as if a handful of butterflies had been released into it.

“I’ll see ya later, then?” he asked. “Ya aren’t goin’ to run off on me?”

You shook your head, smiling back up at him. “I’m not going anywhere now,” you told him. “So I’ll see you later to pick up where we left off.”

“Mmm,” he hummed out, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “And I’ll be curious to know what part of that you’re talkin’ ‘bout resumin’ later.”

You shrugged a shoulder innocently. “Guess you’ll just have to wait and find out,” you replied.

He laughed lightly, leaning down towards you and placing a simple, sweet peck to your lips. As he pulled away he whispered, “I’d happily wait to find out.”

He released your hand and opened the front door, your heart skipping excitedly in your chest as you watched him make his way down the front drive. When he neared the stone fence he turned, pausing to glance over at you. You smiled, leaning against the doorframe and shooting him a wave. The biggest smile you’d yet to see on his face spread across his lips, his hand returning the wave before he rounded the fence and made his way home.

With a sigh you closed the front door, making your way down the short hallway and back to the sitting room. You grabbed one of your suitcases and hefted it up into your arms, carrying it up the stairs and back to your bedroom. You set it down near the closet, wiping a hand across your forehead. Movement outside of your bedroom window caught your eye and your head darted in that direction.

Michael was standing at his bedroom window now, one hand on his curtains as if he’d been about to close them. But now he was smiling at you through the window. You grinned, taking a few steps towards your own window and shooting him a wave. He nodded his head at you before his hand released the curtains. You watched as both of his hands came to grip the hem of his sweater before he lifted it up over his head, tossing it somewhere in the room behind him.

Your brows rose up onto your forehead, lips parting in surprise as you took in the shirtless sight of him, the bit of chest hair covering his lightly muscled torso. When your eyes darted back up to his face, he shot you a wink before he laughed, and then his hand reached up and closed his curtains.

“I am so fucking glad I did not get in that car,” you whispered to yourself. “Fucking hell.”

#michael kinsella x reader #michael kinsella x you #michael kinsella x female reader #michael kinsella #kin (amc)#kin fanficiton

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ineffablemiscreant · 3 months

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First Hug - Good Omens ficlet

Written for the Ace Omens Hugfest! Prompt: First hug. If you enjoy it, kudos and comments on AO3 would be much appreciated!

Crowley flung the cottage door open. “Angel, we’re back!” He strolled in and looked back over his shoulder. “Well, come in. You wanted to come see our place, so come in and see it.”

Muriel hovered on the doorstep for a moment longer, then followed him in. “Hello, ‘ello, ‘ello!” they called out through the house. They stopped in the middle of the room and looked around. “Oh, this is all just right. I see why he wanted to bring so many books with him. He had to fill all those shelves. I mean, what else are you supposed to do with bookshelves? I’ve been reading more of the books in the shop and I see why he likes them so much.”

“Angel?” Crowley called out again. “He might not be back from his book club yet. Come on out to the garden.” He motioned to the back door. “I want to show you something.”

Muriel awkwardly walked through the room, bumping into things in their fascination with looking everything over. Crowley’s favorite sunglasses-holding-statue had a narrow escape, but he miraculously caught it just before it toppled off its table.

“Ngk, uh, let’s just get outside, shall we?” He strode to the back door and opened it, urging Muriel out, then turned on his heel. “Hang on, forgot something from the kitchen. Back in a moment. Wait right there.” He pointed at the ground for emphasis, then dashed to the nearby kitchen, pulled something out of the freezer, then hurried back out.

“Follow me!” Crowley walked through the garden and out the back gate, Muriel close on his heels.

“Where are we going?”

“Just hold your horses. You’ll see soon enough.”

Muriel skidded to a stop. “My… horses? I’m afraid I don’t have any of those. Was I supposed to bring some?”

Crowley turned around, walking backward, and threw back his head in laughter. “Not at all. It’s a charming little human saying. Means… well, it means just hold on a minute and you’ll see. Come along.” He turned back around. “We’re almost there.”

They crested the hill and he motioned below. “Behold. The ducks.” Indeed, there was a small pond with a variety of ducks, as well as a bench under the perfect shade tree.

“Thought you’d like to come feed them, seeing as you were so interested in hearing us talk about the duck pond back in town.” Crowley held out a bag of frozen peas, then went rigid as he found himself tackled, Muriel’s arms tightly wrapped around him.

“Thank you. I always wanted to go see ducks. Never really had the chance before, you know. They didn’t let me have any up there.” Their arms constricted around the frozen Crowley.

Finally he pulled an arm free and patted them on the head awkwardly. He had grown fond of hugging Aziraphale, but what were you supposed to do with other beings?

“So. Ehh…” He finally pulled himself free. “Right then.”

Muriel straightened up, snapping back into Inspector Constable pose. “Oh, I’m sorry. Did I do it right? I’ve never hugged someone before.”

Crowley ruffled his hair with his hand and his face softened into a smile. “Ahh, no, it was fine. I’m just not used to it all yet, you know.” He gave their shoulder a gentle punch. “Good job on your first hug.”

They stayed out by the pond feeding the ducks until Aziraphale found them half an hour later, and they all enjoyed a peaceful evening together, reading, eating, and talking about human customs such as hugs.

#good omens #crowley #aziraphale #muriel #fanfic #ao3 fanfic #ineffeble husbands #ducks #south downs cottage #hugfest 2024 #they all need more hugs #kudos and comments are appreciated

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atsukawolfcat · 2 years

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To serve, to protect! - Rhythm

Notes: I just realized the potential that I could add whatever headcanon I want to this story. Sooo I DID, but not telling which ones, will be a silent nod or reference to keep the flow going (and see if you can figure it out) And so sorry for the long delay for this post but we got this now.

Warnings: Gender-neutral reader, fluff, just a lot of exposition and possible spoilers?

You awoke to a new day, and to a very adorable pile of wolves with the white-haired boy laying on top of the pile, keeping warm. You chuckled and shook your head, remembering the chaos of the previous day.

You had just created your small cottage, just a temporary shelter until you get a game plan going. Since the last attack was earlier and you had ended it with the enemy's forces down by at least 20%, not to mention you were sure you had cut down one of their main captains that were highly regarded, they will not be sending any more troops until they have another captain and the fodder they had lost. You raised your hands above your head in a stretch, when you felt Razor's hand gently grab at your clothes. You looked down during your stretch to see him stare at the cottage (probably wondering where it came from) while subconsciously grabbing at you (probably thinking you were one of his pack?). You smiled and placed a hand on his head. "Want to come in with me? I could change the size of it to keep you guys warm tonight?" Almost instantly, his brows frowned, and looked back at his pack. Looks like they will have to talk through it.

You shrugged and made the changes, expecting them to agree since you were aware of the biting cold the night brings. Walking towards the cottage, you waved at them behind you saying, "I don't mind, either way, you guys can follow me in now or later but just keep in mind it's an open offer until I have to move."

The expectation was that they would probably join you inside during the night or the next day but nope, they had come in during the night and made themselves at home. The morning light came in through the window, gently making the atmosphere homely which made you smile. It has been a while, hasn't it?

'I better get breakfast going', you thought while getting up and going to the kitchen to start some breakfast. Luckily you had stored some food away, but this will last for another day or maybe tonight tops. Will have to go hunting soon, but that will be for later. You quickly made something simple, just some scrambled eggs and you plated some raw meats for the wolves. As for Razor, you had 2 pieces of toast, and eggs, then made a quick orange juice for the both of you. You were sure he will appreciate whatever you made him but you wondered how you could replicate the things you brought from your birthplace here in Teyvat. Yeah, there were fruits, meats, and spices that were similar but nothing can top the originals where you grew up. Lowering your gaze to the plated breakfast, you felt a heavy tug at your heart. 'Hopefully, everything will go back to normal after this stupid war is over...' You heard the soft patter of feet and paws, quickly lifting the sadness that was clouding your mind temporarily. You offered a smile to the wolves and Razor while placing down the meats and offering a chair for Razor. "Come now, I can see you guys haven't had a good meal in some days, so here is a little something. Enjoy." You barely had finished what you were saying when they all lunged at the food, the noise of the meats being eaten filling the room. Sighing, you turned your focus to Razor who also was messily eating the food that was prepared for him. 'My poor creations.. ahh if only I could change everything without having a major backlash.' You patted Razor's head and calmly ate your meal. After stuffing themselves full (you had to get out more food and prepare more, but that's okay), you told them that you were heading out and taking a look at the surrounding cities and checking with Teyvat on their upgrade. You asked Razor to just continue on his day, but if they could hunt some food that would be amazing. Razor and the pack agreed then parted ways. You pondered on how to patrol the surrounding areas without raising alarms and decided to just fly above and use a spyglass to take a peek at the cities themselves. As Mondstadt was closest, you raised yourself using the wind and took out the spyglass to glance around the area. The City of Freedom was peaceful, with citizens walking by and gossiping while the knights were patrolling around the city to ensure the safety of their residents. Your eyes quickly took interest in some characters, specifically a tall blonde-haired woman in a blue and white outfit, a red-haired man in black, a blue-haired man with an eyepatch over their right eye, and... oh? A Traveller from afar, it seems, with a familiar little pixie next to them. A female, with short blonde hair and a white dress. Quickly getting sending down a small bug, you hear in their conversation.

"Did you guys feel something off yesterday? Around sunset?"

"Yes, indeed. There was a flux in the air, and I can't help but feel anxious."

"We had set knights patrolling around for now, but so far there were no reports of any oddities. I am not sure if it was anything to be worried about."

You cursed in your native language, as you were sure that your descent yesterday did not have an impact on the living beings of Teyvat. Perhaps you were too much in a hurry and misjudged your control. No matter, for now, you have seen enough and your little bug was practically invisible to the naked eye and will be following this Traveller around for as long as you decide to. You beckoned the wind to move you to do a quick patrol around Mondstadt since Teyvat won't be able to alert you just yet as you assumed they were still getting used to their upgrade. Luckily you were correct, as there were no signs of invasions from those idiots on the other side.

Arriving in Liyue took some time but you were able to arrive after about 3 hours after your slow patrol of Mondstadt and the terrains in between. Once in Liyue, you immediately noticed the change of personality from the City of Freedom. The City of Contracts was quite populous and was somewhat difficult in judging what you should investigate at first but you were able to able to identify what was what and who was working as a merchant and who was just a resident walking by. The smell of sizzling food and spices was strong, even up so high above. You smiled, already quite fond of the developed cities that the Archons have developed in your absence. They each had their charm, that is for sure. While floating up, you noticed a building up high as well, and to say you were shocked was an understatement. You bit your tongue to hold the laugh bubbling in your throat at the sight, not expecting the people of Teyvat be able to create something as grand as the floating palace that your eyes laid upon. Floating towards it, you noticed the newness of the materials, and you assumed that it was just a recent development. It was exquisite, but you noticed there were people inside the building and quickly decided to let it be for now and patrol the surrounding terrain. You would normally just sense around, but after the painful feedback from last time, you thought to just patrol around and sense within 20 meters of yourself at regular intervals. It saved your energy and didn't create painful feedbacks, which are both pluses.

You noticed the large chasm following west of Liyue, and after sensing around for about 20 minutes, you decided it was not noteworthy for now. The Chasm was quite large, and for you to investigate by yourself this early on was just asking for trouble. Of course, you weren't going to just leave it be with the looming threat, so you created a small observer and sent it to watch over the large area. Satisfied, for now, you headed back and decided to just talk to Teyvat while recovering at your cottage in Wolvendom.

With just an hour and a half of travel, you already were nearing Wolvendom. Landing softly and lightly patting yourself off the debris that had collected on your clothes on the way back, and went inside your cottage to do a quick shower and change. You finished up and headed back outside, tapping your right foot with a slight burst of your power to let Teyvat know you are ready. Feeling the air change, you smiled as you felt their presence. "Hello Teyvat, how are you doing now? Is the upgrade treating you kindly?" You felt a slight drum in the air as if to emulate a hum.

"It is going well, Your Grace. I am almost done, I wish to say about 80%? Perhaps closer to 90% but I wish to get used to the changes. It is certainly a bit of a learning curve but I should be done by tonight." You hummed, sitting down on the ground and giving it a small pat. 'That's good, perhaps at this rate, I could give them another upgrade sooner than I expected. But for now, they will be my eyes..'

"That is good, are you able to sense your surroundings for Razor and his pack for me? Considering they are not back yet, I am assuming they are out hunting and wish to know if they were alright, and perhaps you could catch me up on anything I may have missed in these centuries that have gone by while I was away in battle?" The nearby trees and bushes shook, and you felt Teyvat hum once again.

"At this time, the pup and their pack are currently still hunting but I have lent them a hand with some prey, as I understand they are aiding you, Your Grace. It should take them another 2 or 3 hours I reckon, but they should be back by sundown. I believe that should be enough time to catch you up in some of history."

Teyvat had let you in on the happenings in the world, the war between the Archons, the tragedy in some of the major players in the present, and the fall of Khaenri'ah. By the time Teyvat had filled you in up to the point of the Archon war, it was sundown and the pack had returned from a fruitful hunt. You quickly dismissed Teyvat after asking to meet at the same time the next day and went to prepare dinner and to bed.

This was the rhythm of your time for the next couple of days, and in a flash 3 weeks had passed before your eyes and you had used the time to keep an eye out for intruders, listening to Teyvat's history, and the impact of the Traveller's arrival and the occasional training to keep in shape with the eventual addition of Razor.

You had just come back at the usual time, patting yourself from the debris when you looked up to witness 3 familiar characters standing in front of your door.

"What in the world..?"

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druigsl-vr · 10 months

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OC X PETER PARKER (GARFIELD)

COLOURS DANCED around her small fingers, reds, blues, greens, yellows all picking underneath her dirtied nails. Her head rested against her desk, and the small canvas layer upon it. Paint covered the side of her face, curling into a few strands of her hair, her dungarees and white shirt also covered in the different tones on her palette. She was a beautiful mess, with the way she was covered in different pigments, the way soft snores left her mouth and the way she looked so peaceful, sat among her art.

Knocking on the door, Rick Dintolo entered her room, expecting his daughter to be awake in bed or still fast asleep, though it didn't come much of a surprise to the man when he saw his daughter sound asleep at her desk with her art work and materials scattered out around her. A soft small smile crept up onto his lips before he strolled over and gently shook her shoulders, causing the teen to let out a small groan, lifting her head from the canvas, her dark brown hair falling in front of her eyes. When the Dintolo girl saw her father kneeling before her, a small smile passed her face, reaching her hands up to rub her eyes. "Hey, pops." She mumbled into her her palms.

"Mornin' darlin'. You've got paint all over your face." The man chuckled, pulling him the sleeve of his pyjama shirt and wiping away what he could off of her face. Reyna gave him a lazy tired smile as she looked back to her work. "Awe, shit. I ruined my work. It's smudged." Rick shook his head as he looked down at the painting. "I think it's gorgeous, really detailed, the smudge is actually pretty cool. A few colours throughout the stream, it's beautiful but you've got school so come one. Grab a shower and your mom is making some amazing waffles, oh and Gwen is coming by soon." He stood up and pressed a small kiss to the crown of her head before walking out of the room. Reyna tilted her head as she looked back down at the painting, it was a small cottage in the middle of nowhere, a large weeping willow and a stream right next to it. The more she looked at it, the more she realised her dad was right, the colours added a nice touch to it. She made her way to the bathroom quickly turning the tap on and jumping in, allowing the warm pool to fall over her body and allow her an extra few minutes of peace before she was off with her day.

STROLLING IN, Reyna held her school bag and her portfolio filled with small sketches and what not. As she walked into the kitchen, the smell of waffles and coffee hit her nose, she sighed solemnly, the smell quite peaceful, she could see her parents chatting at the table, the two sat eating their breakfast and reading the paper. "Hey, mama bear." Reyna walked around to her mothers side and kissed her cheek. "Hey, baby. Loving todays outfit." Reyna chuckled and shook her head at her mother. The woman had always found Reyna's clothing style great, different to her own but loved it either way, Monique wore many pink colours and bright colours, whereas Reyna preferred darker colours. "So, pops says you where up all night painting. Wanna show me what you've been creating?" Monique wore a large grin, Reyna popped her portfolio up on the space of the breakfast counter before pulling out the canvas that she'd been working on. Her mother sat there inspecting the piece and commenting on how incredible she thought it was until the door bell rang.

"I'll get it." Rick stated, grunting slightly as he set down his mug and made his way over to the front door. At the front of the house stood Gwen Stacy, waiting for her best-friend. "Ahh, Gwen! Good morning! Why don't you come on in? We've got some extra waffles and coffee." Gwen smiled at the man, quickly thanking him and walking in to the Dintolo family's kitchen. "Good morning, Ms. Dintolo." Gwen flashed her pearly whites as Reyna's mother stood up and brought the girl into a quick side hug. "Gwen, sweetheart, just call me Monique." The older woman chuckled as she placed out some waffles and a cup of coffee for the Stacy girl. Reyna grinned as the blonde strutted over to her. "Hey Stacy." Reyna winked playfully, as Gwen stood behind her chair, wrapping her arms around the dark haired girls shoulders. "Morning gorgeous." The teens both chuckled before Gwen took a seat next to Reyna leaning on her shoulder, thanking Monique as she slid the plate of waffles over to her. Gwen moaned in delight as she ate the waffle, "Oh, these are amazing." She stuffed more into her face, the Dintolo family chuckled and giggled at Gwen as she continued eating, though none of them could blame her Monique's food really was incredible, Rick had once said she should have been a baker or chef.

"You girls better be off soon, don't want to be too late for school." Reyna and Gwen nodded as they finished up eating, the girls grabbing their bags and heading out of the door but they where interrupted. "Oh, Rey, you should speak to that boy we were talking about." Reyna groaned at her mothers comment and turned her head to Gwen, who wore a large smirk as she squinted her eyes at her best-friend. "Does this boy so happen to be Peter Parker?" Gwen giggled slightly as the pink headed girls cheeks went a crimson pink. She turned back to her parents, her mom smiling proudly and her dad with a confused face. "Ahhh, so that's his name?" Monique grinned also. "Okay, that's enough, bye mom, bye dad, love you both! Have good days at work!" Reyna smiled as she pushed Gwen out of the door, the two girls giggling.

"A boy?" Rick mused with wide eyes and a look of uncertainty. Monique shook her head at her husband, she knew this was exactly how he'd react when he found out his precious daughter had a crush, but most importantly a crush she'd kept for a good while. "Yes, dear, a boy, who she has liked for a very long time, so do not go getting any ideas." Monique warned in her motherly voice. "I won't, I promise. But I wanna meet this kid someday." Rick squinted his eyes at the place his daughter had just been stood.

CHATTERING FILLED their ears as Gwen and Reyna walked through the school halls, linking their arms whilst Gwen listened to Reyna talk about some place they should go so that the girl could take pictures. "I should take some of you." Reyna grinned as she nudged Gwen playfully. "Yeah... absolutely not." Gwen giggled and shook her head. "Oh, come on! You, Miss Gwen Stacy are absolutely gorgeous and overall perfect." Reyna smiled as she tried to convince the blonde, "besides I need some more pictures to put up in my room." She added, though when she turned to Gwen, her attention was on someone else. Gwen had spotted Peter Parker putting up a few pictures across the hallway.

"Gwen." Reyna waved her hand in front of her face trying to get her attention. Gwen snapped out of her thoughts and turned to the brunette with a large grin. "Okay, I'll do it." Reyna thanked her but she was quickly cut off. "On one condition." Gwen added with a wicked yet playful smile.

"Oh, that's never good." Reyna muttered as they stopped at Reyna's locker, the teen quickly sorting her books out. "Oh, shut up. I'll only do it if you go speak to your boyfriend over there. Even if it's just for a single minute. Deal?" Reyna's eyes had gone wide at the request, peering over at the boy himself, a small smile resting on her face before she turned back to Gwen. She sighed before replying, "Okay, fine, deal." Gwen cheered quietly, before she nudged Reyna over to him. She stumbled slightly and turned back to glare at Gwen, though she only smiled and gave her a thumbs up. Reyna consoled herself before she strolled over to the doe eyed boy.

"Mornin' parker." Reyna Dintolo's flirtatious voice rang out in Peter Parker's ears. He turned to see her leant against the wall right next to him, his heart thumped in his chest, his palms went slightly sweaty and his face reddened. "Hi." He breathed out, slightly awe struck as he stared at her, "I-I mean good morning. Sorry that's what I- erm that's what I meant." Peter stumbled over his words. "Don't worry about it. So, what are you putting up here." Reyna tried to start a conversation as she looked towards the pictures that he was putting up. "Oh- oh, erm- jus-just some clubs from school. Debate team, erm, a few others, you know. Your- erm, I mean your on the track team one. Which- which you obviously knew- well I mean, you knew that-" Peter was cut off when Reyna started to giggle slightly. "You're a stuttering mess, you know that?" Reyna smiled at him as he blushed furiously. "I'm really sorry." He muttered as he looked down at the floor and tried to look anywhere but her eyes as she spoke up. "Don't be, it's kinda cute." Peter looked back up, a small smile creeping onto his face as he chuckled slightly before looking down and taking a picture before putting up another picture.

Out of nowhere a ball came flying at Peters head, hitting him in the face, Reyna's eyes widened before she looked over his shoulder seeing Flash Thompson with his little minions laughing at Peter. Reyna didn't know why but anger bubbled in her chest as she stared at them. "Sorry." Flash apologised sarcastically, as himself and his friends walked past the two, all of them still laughing. "Morning Flash." Peter just raised his chin at the boy before turning to look at Reyna. "Good morning, parker." Flash trailed behind his group, catching a second to pretend to jump at Peter, the brunet flinching back, Reyna rolled her eyes at the jock. "Fuck off, Flash." She snarled at the boy, his friends 'oohed' at her, looking at Flash. "Well, morning to you too, tweaky." Flash pretend to seize up, his friends all copying him, Reyna's head dropped at their actions, all of them laughing as they walked away. Peter looked down at Reyna sadly before putting a hand on her shoulder. "You alright?" He asked solemnly. "Oh, erm yeah, it's fine, I'm fine. I'll see you later I guess." Reyna walked away as fast as she could, walking in to the girls bathrooms.

Gwen Stacy had seen what Flash and his friends had done, and when she saw her best-friend rushing to the bathroom, she rushed straight after her, offering Peter a small smile on her way in. "Rey?" Gwen spoke softly, seeing her best-friend with her hands placed on the bathroom counter, bent over it. "Don't worry, I'm good." Reyna tried to reassure the Stacy, but failed terribly when her voice cracked. She looked up and Gwen caught sight off the slightly runny mascara, Gwen sighed before walking into one of the stalls and grabbing some tissues, walking back out and over to Reyna, cupping her face with a smile and brushing a small strand of dark hair behind her ear. She turned the tap on and wet the tissue slightly before dabbing it under the Dintolo girls eyes. "You know, just because you have a condition that's deadly, it doesn't change you as a person. Yes, you might have seizures and yes you might have to take a lot of medication but it doesn't make you any less of a person. You are talented, Rey." Gwen smiled, whilst Reyna sniffled with a small sad smile. "You are so, so talented, Reyna. Your art is incredible, your extremely smart, nearly as smart as me." Reyna chuckled at Gwen's comment before the blonde continued. "Your photography is amazing, you are absolutely stunning and you are the bestest friend I could ever ask for." They smiled at each other and Gwen brought Reyna back into her embrace.

"I adore and love you dearly, Gwen Stacy." Gwen giggled and playfully kissed Reyna's cheek. "I also adore and love you dearly, Reyna Dintolo."

The two walked out of the bathroom linking arms, and smiled as they laughed at something the other had said, and even though they didn't know it, in the distance, Peter Parker watched them. Mainly Reyna, watching as they smiled and lived happily, he let out a breathy chuckle himself before holding up his camera and snapping a picture of the two of them, smiling as he looked back at it.

He knew he liked her.

#peter parker #andrew garfield #spiderman #oc #Wattpad #story

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angellayercake · 1 year

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4, 6, 17 for the tea and books ask :)

4. Libraries, botanical gardens, or art galleries?

Answered this one already but yeah botanical gardens I LOVE plants as a bonus this is my favourite plant 😁 she is so weird and I love her

6. What does your dream home look like?

A little stone cottage covered in ivy but with a unrealistically large kitchen and massive windows for all my plants.

17. Who is your favourite author?

Ahh this is so hard to pick just one!!! If I go by who books I've read the most of it would be Agatha Christie because Miss Marple and Poirot are my favourite guilty pleasure easy reading books but I think I'm going to say Christopher Marlowe and I know he was a playwright but reading Dr Faustus really opened my mind and set me on a different path which is funny because I think we were made to read it as a don't fuck with the devil lesson but it did the opposite so that I think.

Thank you for asking!!! 💜💜

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I head canon that you and Levi live in a sweet stone cottage with a garden basically right out the back door. It's filled with fruits, vegetables, flowers, and there is a perimeter of trees around the garden.

Levi likes to help you in the garden, his favorite task is weeding (though he'll complain about it).

I also think you guys would have a furry friend or two who would 'help' in the garden also.

Levi likes to cook breakfast for you and Sora in the kitchen and reads the newspaper after you wake. He'll tell you about what he's reading and why it's ridiculous. 🥰

That's all for now!

Have a lovely day Eliza!

My sweet lovely Cat I am going to stop being embarrassed about letting things sit in my inbox and answer them, I'm so sorry!!

ANYway, AHH it's so sweet and perfect and goes right along with our garden villa fruit themed page! You're amazing!

I want to live here for real sign me up!!

Oh yes please someone help me with the garden because though I want one I've never had one before! Levi helping would motivate me more to keep it nice :) Oh and to have fresh flowers to look at all the time and help bees, butterflies and small birds!

If we lived far away from town I can see us having a couple cats that are allowed to roam outside, but are mainly indoor unless we are with them.

And it just hit me, the idea of a (wait for it...) German shepherd dachshund mix!

Look! A tiny shepherd! He'd be great at helping the cats keep the tiny critters out of the garden. He's very protective of both of us. I can see having a couple other dogs too, probably a little larger, mixed breeds from the local shelter. A little pack :)

Using up all our fresh produce for breakfast sounds wonderful! (btw ILY but who is Sora? Why are they in my house? LOL) I imagine it's a local newspaper and a lot of the articles are about the townspeople (we don't get into the world news often, it's depressing) and most of it is very positive but once in a while... someone does something scandalous. Like a younin' stealing from the bakery or overdue library books. HAHA that's all I can handle

Thank you for sending this to me ages ago I bet you forgot hehe <3

and there's more in my inbox lol oops!

#moots #moots housecat #self ship #leviza #life is but a dream #i want it for real!

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holidaywishes · 3 years

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I don't get you...

Requested: 👍

Summary/Request: Can I request just some like filthy smut with Fred? Maybe sugar daddy Freddie? But like there’s actual feelings involved and maybe the reader flirts with Auston and it makes him jealous then he tells them he loves them then fucks the living daylights out of them...or something along those lines

Warning: smut as per request, some angst, a little bit of fluff

Author’s Note: So, anon, I'm not sure this is exactly what you wanted. I went through a lot as I was writing this, so that's part of the reason why it took forever to get this out. But yeah, it started out as something short and filthy and then moved to something exceptionally long and fluffy and I nearly forgot that I was supposed to be writing smut. Also, I'm really in a ✨summer vibes✨ kind of mood lately and I really want to go to the beach but because I can’t until the borders open, I guess I’ll write about it. Hope this can give everyone a bit of a reprieve from everything for a little bit! Stay Golden, loves! <3

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Freddie’s P.O.V

You never expected her to agree to the arrangement, you didn’t think she was the type, but you weren’t looking for a relationship at the time. She told you she’d never had a sugar daddy before but she was happy to try it out

“I’ve met people who’ve done it and they seem to be really happy,” she said

“Well, yeah, I would think they would be,” you joked, “a little bit of money for a little bit of pleasure...”

“That makes it sound like prostitution” she giggled and you nodded

“It’s not, I didn’t mean it like that...”

“I mean, it’s not far off, I suppose”

“But you’re okay with it?”

“I’m okay with it, but I’m curious,” she asked, “if you’re willing to spend money on me and fly me places and do literally everything a partner does... why not actually be partners?”

“I just think we’re better off doing this”

“I know,” she added, “but why?”

“My life... is a lot for a relationship. I don’t want to put anyone in a position where the fans or the media can tear them down”

“But you like me enough to do all the same stuff?”

“Yeah, just... as a secret” you admitted shyly

“Alright” she finally said, leaning in to plant a kiss on your cheek before your hands latched onto her sides to pull her closer and station her on your lap. “I have to go...” she whined and you groaned in response

“But you don’t” you laughed

“I have to do a presentation tomorrow that I have to work on”

“Skip it,” you mumbled, “you know that you don’t have to work”

“I still like to work”

“Just stay a little bit longer” you urged, kissing her neck and squeezing her hips tighter

“Freddie...” she moaned before you picked her up and carried her to your bedroom, dropping her onto the big mattress. She giggled as she bit her lip, waiting for you to lay your body against hers, “come here.”

The arrangement was simple. He wanted a warm body just not a relationship. You were in debt up to your eyeballs but you still had very, very expensive tastes and Freddie was all too eager to get you whatever you wanted. There was never any real talk about never developing feelings or what would happen if either of you eventually did but his lips fit so perfectly with yours and your bodies knew instinctively what to do for each other and the way his fingertips grazed the sensitive skin on the sides of your neck made your vision blurry and you weren’t sure how long you could keep this... simple. You were able to work enough that you were chipping away at your debt while Freddie indulged in your materialistic cravings. His gifts were relatively tame so far. Some jewellery, a few designer handbags, some very expensive lingerie, a pair of vintage Chanel stilettos that you almost never wore and when you asked why he didn’t get you Louboutin’s, he smirked and said ‘that’s what every other guy gets his girl. You deserve better than that.’ He really did know just how to say the right thing to make you feel important to him without fully taking that next step but when he started to offer bigger gifts, things started to feel different

“You can’t buy me a car!”

“Why not?”

“I barely drive!”

“Okay, what about a house?”

“I’m sorry what?”

“A house. I mean, not like a mansion but an apartment or like a cottage. By the lake...”

“That’s too much” you scoffed, fluttering around your kitchen putting away dishes and wiping off the counter before your roommate could complain that the house was a mess

“You shouldn’t have roommates. Not if you’re with me” he replied and you furrowed your brow before leaning on the cold granite of the counter

“But I’m not with you...” you corrected, “not like that. How am I supposed to explain to people how I suddenly have enough money to have a cottage by the lake when I’m still paying off student loans and credit card debts?”

“Tell them it was a super great deal!”

“Because they’ll definitely believe that” you sighed, walking over to him and pecking his cheek before he followed you to the couch

“Then say it was a gift”

“From who? Who would gift something like that to someone? Am I supposed to tell people that you’re my sugar daddy now?” you teased

“You could say you won the lottery,” he suggested but you ignored it, instead turning toward the TV and switching it on, “I mean that happens right?”

“Freddie... it’s sweet but it’s way too much” you repeated softly and he dropped it

“Come hang out with me this summer. I have a place right on the water, it’s beautiful there”

“Where?” you asked curiously

“Muskoka”

“You wanna take me to Muskoka?”

“It’s romantic there,” he added, creeping over to kiss your shoulder before his body hovered over yours and his lips slowly connected with yours, “and it’s private, too. We don’t have to worry about people interrupting us”

“People don’t interrupt us he--”

“(Y/N)!” your roommate yelled, interrupting your moment with Freddie and completely destroying your words even before she came down the stairs, Freddie putting as much space in between the two of you as to not give anything away. “Hey, where is.. oh sorry, I didn’t realize we had company”

“Stacey, this is Freddie,” you smiled awkwardly, hoping your face wasn’t too flushed, “Freddie, this is my roommate, Stacey.”

“Nice to meet you” Freddie greeted politely

“Yeah, you too” Stacey replied, almost suspiciously and you scoffed

“So what were you looking for?”

“Huh?” she was clearly lost in thought now, “oh right! That big bag of sunscreen, where did it go? I thought it was in the closet in the bathroom but I didn’t see it. Did you move it?”

“I did,” you admitted, smiling as you stood up, walking to the bathroom upstairs to show her, “it was just taking up so much space so I took them out of the bag and put them under the sink separately”

“Ahh, okay. Thanks”

“No problem,” you said, turning to walk downstairs

“Wait!” she exclaimed, stopping you, “who is that?”

“Freddie?”

“Yeah, I mean... are you two dating? Why have I never met him before?” she rambled before her eyes went wide and panic rushed through your chest, “is this a first date?” you exhaled in relief, laughing in response

“No, it’s not a date. First or otherwise. He’s just a friend, I met him at a work party last year”

“Oh, right...” you could tell she didn’t believe you but you weren’t going to try to argue, fearing if you did that you might let the truth slip. She finally let you head back downstairs but before you reached the bottom, your phone chimed

“Had to go” Freddie’s text read and you sighed before dropping your head

“You didn’t have to...” you replied

“I did but the offer still stands. You, me, the lake, Muskoka. Come”

“I’ll think about it.”

Freddie’s P.O.V

After weeks of constant begging, (Y/N) agreed to go to the cottage with you over the summer and it was perfect. You almost never left the bedroom and when you did, it was to take a drive into the city to get a few groceries and then you’d lock yourself back in the house, drawing the curtains to block out the light. After that, she asked to go back the next summer and you were more than happy to oblige

“You liked it huh?” you teased as the two of you lay in bed

“I had a lot of fun,” she smirked, lifting your hand up so she could trace her finger along your palm mindlessly, “pretending like the world didn’t exist”

“You sure you don’t want me to just.. get you your own?”

“No,” she scoffed, “I like yours. As yours, don’t think about giving it to me”

“Fine” you laughed at her figuring you out before you could even get your suggestion out.

“Fine” she mocked, rolling over to kiss your cheek and lay on your chest, tracing her fingers across your skin

“God you’re beautiful” you exhaled as you brushed her hair away from her face

“YO ‘ZILLA!” you heard Auston yell as he crashed through your front door

“Shit!” you panicked

“What is he doing here?” she asked in a hushed voice

“I don’t know, I thought he was gonna be playing golf all afternoon”

“FREDDIE?” Auston yelled again

“Just get dressed, I’ll go talk to him”

“Okay” she laughed

“Yo, Tony, what are you doing here?”

“Hey!” He exclaimed, “I came to hang out with you... am I bothering you?”

“No of course not. I just thought you’d be at the course for most of the day...”

“Yeah.. it wasn’t all that exciting today. What have you—”

“So I think that Shelley was right!” (Y/N) yelled as she came down the stairs, interrupting Auston with some lie that you couldn’t even follow. “I think we did do an event down the street,” you smirked, watching her eye-line go past you and to Auston, “oh, hi...”

“Hi...” he hesitated

“I’m (Y/N)”

“Auston. It’s nice to meet you” he greeted and you watched as the two of them stared at each other

“Matts, (Y/N) is a friend of a friend and she wanted to see a vantage point... from upstairs”

“Not a vantage point. See, I work at an event planning company, I’m an intern but I help with a lot of events and one of them was an MLSE fundraiser and, Shelley, my friend that’s also Freddie’s friend,” she rambled and you had to stop yourself from laughing, “she said that Fred’s apartment was nearby but I didn’t believe it...”

“Right,” he smirked, “well, now you know right?”

“Right,” she smiled brightly, “but hey. I should go, I have stuff but thanks, Fred, for letting me look. It was nice to meet you, Auston.”

“Yeah.. nice to meet you, too. Maybe I’ll see you again?”

“Now now,” you intervened, “no flirting”

“Bye Freddie” she chuckled before walking out the door.

“She’s cute,” Auston said to you and you could sense that he was trying to get more information, “young for you though huh?”

“We’re not dating” you tried

“So she really was just here to scope out the view?” he teased

“I guess so” you tried, making your way to the kitchen to grab a glass of water

“You wouldn’t mind, then, if I asked her out?” he asked, forcing you to sigh at his incessant attempts not to drop the subject

“No, go for it...”

“I will” he smirked and that was the end of the conversation. You found out a few days later that he had actually asked (Y/N) out for dinner but she told him she had to think about it

“What am I supposed to say, Freddie?” she asked, following you around your apartment, her annoyance apparent as she waited for an answer

“You should say yes” you replied

“Is that what you want?”

“I mean you said it yourself, we’re not together. We’re not dating, we just sleep together every once in a while and I buy you stuff. I don’t care who you date...”

“It’s not tha..” she stammered, shaking her head hastily, “it’s a little more complicated than just me dating someone else. This isn’t just some guy you’ve never met before who wants to take me out on a date. This is your teammate, your friend. He has a key to your apartment. You watch his dog... so it’s not as simple as what you think it is”

“I’m fine with it. We’ll still do what we do, if you want, and Auston doesn’t have to find out” you added, sitting down at the kitchen island, fidgeting with your water bottle

“And what if he does?”

“He won’t”

“You really want me to say yes?”

“If you say no, he’s going to think something is going on with us,” you admitted, “if you say yes, he won’t. Simple”

“That’s all this is?” she sneered, “I’m surprised you haven’t told him already. It’s not something that you’re ashamed of. Unless... are you ashamed of me?”

“No” you replied. She sat down slowly in the seat across from you and dropped her head to her hands before exhaling

“Fine,” you groaned, “I’ll say yes.”

It was the last thing you really wanted to do but Freddie seemed intent on you going on a date with Auston. It wasn’t awful but it didn’t feel right but the two of you stayed in touch, which created its own issues between you and Freddie, just like you knew it would. After nearly a year, you had grown a lot closer with Freddie’s teammates than you thought you would and you were starting to feel like part of the group, whether or not that was a good thing remained to be seen. It did allow you to spend time with Freddie outside of the bedroom but it led to questions about why you never carried a wallet or offered to pay for meals

“I’m all for chivalry,” Morgan chuckled, taking a sip of his drink as the server took everyone’s plates away, “but you can clearly afford to foot the bill every here and there. I’ve seen all these fancy things before, I’ve bought a few of ‘em for Tessa, so...”

“This stuff...” you stalled, gesturing to your purse and your clothes, “they’re all gifts”

“Some friends who get you those gifts” Auston laughed

“Who said they’re from friends? What about family?”

“Or a boyfriend?” he teased, your eyes darting to Freddie quickly to gauge his reaction; nothing, completely stoic

“No boyfriend. I’m not much for the ‘shower me with gifts’ kind of relationship” this comment earned a round of scoffs from the boys in front of you and you just rolled your eyes in return. Freddie offered you a ride home which you took gladly because you wanted to see where his head was at

“So...” you started before Freddie huffed

“The guys are coming out to the lake next week. You’re welcome to come but it won’t be like last year”

“Are you mad at me?” you asked, turning your body to face him

“No, why would I be mad?” he chided, keeping his eyes on the road

“I don’t know,” you replied, turning back to face the road yourself, “but I’m glad you’re not mad. I love the lake so I’m happy to go, even if it won’t be like last year...”

“Great” he sighed

“Perfect” you replied, pursing your lips as the rest of the drive was spent in silence. He drove into the underground parking lot, turning off the ignition before looking at you

“They really like you” he said and you furrowed your brow

“Yeah... I’m likeable” you joked

“It’s good,” he said, “but maybe after the lake, you should keep your distance”

“What?” you scoffed as Freddie opened the door and made his way to open your door, leaning his hands against the side of the car and caging you in lightly

“Or we need to end this arrangement”

“So, it’s an ultimatum? You or them?” he nodded, sliding his arm under your legs to pick you up and carry you upstairs. It was a strange request but you could barely concentrate on your thoughts with the way his hands began roaming your body once he set you down. After the week had passed, and you managed to patch up things with Freddie, you were on your way back to the place where you had come to know as if it were your own. You wondered how different things would feel there, with ‘the boys’ being there, and if Freddie would keep his distance from you or if the tension would be too much to bear.

Auston’s P.O.V

You spent most of your time in the water, or watching (Y/N), while everyone else seemed to find other things to occupy their time. You couldn’t believe that (Y/N) hadn’t pursued more of a relationship with you, especially when you thought the date went really well; you decided to make it your mission to get her to fall in love with you or find out if there was something else going on.

"So..." you grunted, taking a seat next to (Y/N), "how are you liking the cottage?"

"It's beautiful out here" she answered with a smile

"Isn't it though?" you said

"Are you mocking me?" she laughed

"I would never"

"You're still mad that I didn't want to date you, aren't you?" she asked, taking you a bit by surprise and you weren't really sure how honest you should be

"Why didn't you want to date me?" you said curiously, "I mean the date that we went on was good, wasn't it?"

"It was fine, yeah," she replied, unimpressed as she seemed to remember the date in her mind, "I just have a bit of a complicated situation going and I didn't feel like adding more to that. But, I'm sorry, that wasn't fair to you"

"Oh," you really were hoping that she would've made some joke about it all instead of... actually telling you the truth, but here you were. "Thank you..." you hesitated before chuckling, "I'm over it anyway. Let's just enjoy the summer, okay?"

"Yeah" she grinned. As the night drew on, Freddie got the barbeque ready while setting out snacks as Mo, Mitch and Cogs grabbed a seat around the fire.

“HEY! YOU TWO, COME HANG OUT BY THE FIRE!” Fred yelled to you and (Y/N) as the two of you stayed on the dock

"I wanna go in the water!" she yelled

"YEAH ME TOO!" you chuckled in return, seeing Freddie's distaste from where you stood before (Y/N) slipped by you and ran into the lake

"HOLY SHIT IT'S COLD!" she screamed, her body already shivering from just a few inches of water crashing against the bare skin of her legs

"What did you expect?" you scoffed, wading the water as you neared her, lowering your body so the water covered your chest

"I don't know.." she hesitated, trying her best to maintain the composure of her voice before her shivers took over, "I just didn't expect it to be that cold..."

"Well now you know" you smirked, catching her stare just as your body reached her space, letting your frame hover over hers as the two of you stood in the cold water; the waves splashing against your hips and trying their best to drag both of you into the current.

"Right" she whispered, unable to tear her eyes from yours

"Right" you returned, squatting down in front of her, your lips grazing her chest while your gaze stayed trained on her. You could feel her breathing build in her chest as your fingers traced her skin before you picked her up and she squealed

"STOP!" she laughed as you threw her over your shoulder

"What? I'm not doing anything!" you joked. She started to squirm in your grasp before eventually straightening her body which, luckily for you, meant that your face met her chest; you felt her hands rest gently on her shoulders as you shamelessly stared at her breasts before looking back up at her

"Don't do it" she breathed

"Do what?" you replied quietly

"I know what you're thinking" she said and you smirked

"No, no I don't think you do"

"Don't do it Auston..." she repeated

"You need to get used to the temperature," you replied, a grin growing on your face, "and the best way to do that is just to do it..."

"You throw me in and I'll take you down with me" she threatened but you weren't going to listen. You stopped only for a second when you heard Freddie call to the two of you and you turned around to see him on the shore. You grinned before turning back, throwing (Y/N) in the water before feeling the tug on the back of your neck; both of you crashing into the water. When you finally came to the surface, you splashed water at her which she reciprocated before looking over at Freddie, "we should probably head in."

Freddie's P.O.V

You watched as the two of them held onto each other in the water, not able to discern their emotions from the distance you were at, but you didn’t like it. You called them in one more time before Auston tossed (Y/N) into the water and they began splashing water at each other. She looked back at you before wiping the water from her eyes and saying something to Auston, the two of them making their way back to shore.

“Hey,” Auston said breathlessly as he walked past you

“Finally had enough of the water huh?” you teased to which Auston just smirked, looking back at (Y/N) then back at you

“Hi” (Y/N) said when she got close to you but your irritation from what you’d witnessed caused you to all but ignore her as you turned to walk back to the fire. The six of you sat around the fire, drinking, laughing and telling stories while you felt (Y/N)’s eyes on you, begging you to look at her without having to say the words

“Well,” she sighed when you kept your eyes away from hers, “I’m exhausted from all that fun in the water. I’ll see you all in the morning” she laughed, Morgan and Andrew standing up to showcase their chivalry

“Have a good sleep” Andrew smiled as (Y/N) made her way back inside. You weren’t sure how long you should wait to talk to her but you knew it couldn’t be too much longer

“I’m gonna get some sleep as well” you said, finishing your drink as you stood up

“Oh yeah, sure...” Cogs teased and you rolled your eyes at the tone

“Goodnight. Please don’t destroy the deck” you said, making your way inside and turning down the hall toward (Y/N)’s room, letting yourself in

“Hey!” she exclaimed, irritated that you didn’t knock, “what are you doing?”

“I came to talk to you”

“Oh really? You’ve sure done a great job of ignoring me all night. What do you have to say now?”

“You can’t act like that,” you said under your breath, referring to how she was with Auston

“Act like what?!” she argued, raising her voice as she stepped toward you

“Like that!” you repeated, gesturing to the lake, trying your best to keep your voice low. “Throwing yourself all over Auston like that. Half naked and soaking wet no less”

“Oh my god,” she scoffed, “you’re jealous”

“Jealous?” you huffed at the suggestion

“Yes. I have no idea why you would be but it sounds an awful lot like jealousy how you’re talking to me right now” she urged, anger covering her face

“What if I was jealous?”

“Why would you be jealous?”

“BECAUSE I’M IN LOVE WITH YOU!”

“What?” she whispered, stumbling back

“I love you,” you said calmly, vulnerably, as you studied her expression

“You don’t love me, you’re not in love with me” she argued, shaking her head in disbelief

“I do!”

“YOU DON’T!” she yelled, “YOU— I— ugh” she groaned

“What?”

“I don’t get you,” she sighed, “one second you say you don’t want a relationship and you want to be my ‘sugar daddy’ then the next you say you’re in love with me? Which is it?”

“Both”

“Both?” you could feel the disgust in her words but it almost made you laugh

“Yeah, both,” you countered, “I didn’t set out to fall in love and get into a relationship, especially when I met you,” you noticed her mouth drop, realizing you had to backtrack. “I wanted to protect you from my life but I liked being around you. And the sex was amazing”

“So all you wanted was sex”

“Maybe that’s where it started,” you admitted, “but somewhere along the way I fell in love with you and I realized I would still be paying for everything either way but this way I’d get you all to myself”

“Oh so now it’s about possession?” she growled and you rolled your eyes

“I’m not trying to possess you,” you groaned, “I just wanna be with you because I love you. I have no idea why because you’re impossible to deal with and you test me every god damn second like I’m still in school but I can’t help it” you bit your bottom lip as you thought about tearing off her clothes, taking a step closer to where she stood. “I see you and you make everything... different. My heart races and I blush and I sweat and I just want to be around you. All the time. It’s infuriating. But I love you and I think I have since the beginning” she stood silently in front of you before you boxed her in with your arms, letting her eyes linger up your chest until they found yours, placing your hands on her hips to bring her even closer to you

“Show me,” she said softly, watching your lips. You let your fingers slide up her body until they reached her neck, cupping her face as you kissed her softly. Her body moving closer to yours, forcing your feet to move backward until you felt the bed behind you, stopping only for a minute to pick her up

“I love you” you repeated and, as if something possessed her, she bit her lip and pushed you onto the mattress

“I want you to fuck me”

“You’re n—”

“Fuck. Me” she interrupted, moving across your body to straddle your lap. You honestly thought she’d say it back and it was throwing you off that she wasn’t. “What’s wrong?” she groaned when she finally realized that you weren’t exactly following through

“I can’t do this” you sighed, pushing her off of you to walk across the room, dropping your head in your hand

“What?” she scoffed

“I...”

“Should I go ask Auston? I bet he’d be more than happy to fuck me” she teased, smirking when she saw the glare on your face. You promptly made your way back to her, harshly grabbing her hips and turning her around where she stood; moving your hands up her body to clear her hair from her neck to bite at the sensitive skin between her neck and her shoulder. You felt her hips push back into yours and you grinned at her sudden neediness

"Is this what you want?" you whispered

"I told you. I want you to fuck me" she breathed, placing her hand on yours to guide it onto her breast and she leaned against your chest, continuing to back her ass against your growing erection. You pushed your hands into the waistband of her shorts and underwear, tearing them off her body, kissing up her legs and removing her shirt before forcing her to lean against the bed, keeping her back straight. “Freddie...” she whimpered when you stepped back, making sure not to touch her just yet

“Shh,” you hushed before pushing your shorts off to expose your hardened cock. You ran your finger down her spine until you felt her shiver underneath your touch, holding yourself in your free hand before you began running the tip along her folds; letting her moan fill the room before you pushed yourself into her entrance. "Shhh," you repeated as her sounds started to get louder, "you don't want everyone to hear, do you?" she let out another moan before she nodded her head, looking at you over her shoulder and smirking as she watched you fuck her. She rocked back into you, sending vibrations through your body and encouraging you to dig your nails into her hips, fucking her harder. You moaned lowly as your pleasure began to increase, slapping her ass to give her the playful punishment you thought she deserved for teasing you earlier

"Fuck" she shouted breathlessly, earning a growl from you as you tried to fuck her into silence. You weren't surprised when her panting filled the room and she brought her body up so she could lean against your chest. "Fuck" she repeated, quieter this time, as your fingers lingered to her core, pressing on her sensitive bud as your thrusts became stutters and grunts continuously left your lips. You came, messily, inside her but kept your fingers moving against her clit as you took yourself out of her, kneeling down in time to find your juices leaking down her leg; snaking your head between her legs to lick up the liquid teasingly. "You need to cum, don't you?" you baited, your finger poking inside and curving to find her g-spot while you gently swept the tip of your tongue across her clit

"Fuck, yes," she panted, "faster baby. Make me cum" you smirked at her pleas. You quickened your ministrations until her legs shook and she was unable to stand, falling to her knees while a sigh exited her mouth. Her hand lazily rested on your chest as she attempted to compose herself and you could only chuckle

"Oh we're not done yet"

"What?" she gulped, eyebrows raising in surprise

"Oh no no no no," you laughed, "you wanted me to fuck you. I'm gonna fuck you senseless. Until you can't speak without feeling me inside you. Until you see my face with every breath you take. Until you feel the heat from my body against yours just by walking across the room. Until you need to beg for mercy at any given second because I'm still making you cum."

"T--" she hesitated, pushing herself up as best she could while still not being able to use her legs, "that sounds good to me"

"You sure you can handle it?" you asked

"From you?" she replied, raising her hand to stroke your cheek, "any day. All-day"

"I do love you" you admitted once more, hoping she'd say it back but helping her up gently so you could continue to fuck her, as you promised you would

"I love you, too" she confessed and you kissed her quickly, lifting her up and carrying her to the bed. It was at that moment, when you saw her smiling underneath you, that you didn't care if the guys heard the two of you. She was yours and you were hers. You had her and she had you. Nothing could ruin that.

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the crown prince and his twin :: seonghwa [pt.1]

*.~ pairing: crown prince!hwa x peasant!oc

*.~ warnings: mentions of blood!

*.~ genre: fluff, some suspense, royal twins au

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part 2

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𝓞𝓷𝓬𝓮 𝓤𝓹𝓸𝓷 𝓐 𝓣𝓲𝓶𝓮, in the Kingdom of Jinju, there was a sweet and kind Crown Prince, Seonghwa. As next in line for the throne soon, he helps his father, the king, lead their people so he can transition easily to the throne when his time comes.

The people of Jinju love the crown prince for his generosity, humbleness, and of course, his handsome face.

A carriage zooms past 3 maidens and they jump startled.

"Watch it!! You almost ran over us!!" One of them yelled at the carriage that was already far from earshot.

"I saw what happened! Are you ladies alright?" The raven-haired prince approaches them and asks.

They gasp and blush appears on their light cheeks.

"Y-your highness! Y-yes we're okay!" One of them says.

Seonghwa sighs in relief and gives them a gentle smile making them melt on the inside.

"I'll have some guards go after that carriage. Riders should be careful of pedestrians passing by. Well, you ladies have a good rest of your day!"

They thank him and bow and watch as he walks away with his 3 guards. The girls then proceed to fangirl.

"He's so cute!! It's the smile that does it for me, ahh so charming!~"

"It's his voice for me!! It's like...honey!"

"Boy! How lucky we are to live in a kingdom with crown prince Seonghwa!"

They giggle and pick up the tips of their dresses, walking away.

Of course, Seonghwa wasn't the only prince in the kingdom, for he has a twin brother. A brother that the townspeople don't dare speak of. He is Prince Hwaseong and although he matches his twin's handsome looks, he isn't as kind and sweet as him.

With an evil heart, he had caused enough troubles in the kingdom that his father sent him to live in one of the small cottages on the castle property under house arrest all in hopes one day he can change and be the next crown prince after his brother becomes king.

He was born different than Seonghwa, from his blonde hair to his internal system. You see, the prince was cursed at birth by a witch who sought revenge on the queen. The witch did not know she was pregnant with two boys and only cursed Hwaseong, leaving Seonghwa unharmed.

In his curse, to survive, he must spend the rest of his life drinking the blood of humans even though he is human. This caused the poor prince to go on blood rampages throughout the kingdom which resulted in the king putting him under house arrest to hopefully keep him under control. However, under house arrest, what the king doesn't know is that he still sneaks out and kills people sometimes for hunger while other times for fun.

Everyone calls him the "cast-out prince." All, but one, his caring brother. Seonghwa visits his brother weekly and tries to help his bloodthirst by sending him the finest coffee made in the castle kitchen. The coffee beans are specially brewed and help well in controlling Hwaseong's thirst.

Seonghwa gently knocks on the door of the small cottage but hears nothing in reply. He slowly opens the door and walks into the dim interior.

"Hwa? It's me! Where are you?"

The door slams shut with a breeze making the crown prince jump and look to where the door closed. Standing against the door, breathing heavily with a dark smirk on his lips was none other than the crown prince's twin brother.

His eyes, pitch black with glowing red pupils, stared coldly at his twin.

"You're a fool for always coming by yourself when I'm hungry." He says licking his lips with a smirk.

Seonghwa sighs, coffee pot and teacup secure in hands, "I'm not completely by myself today... palace guards are surrounding the cottage outside."

"Oh? So now my own brother doesn't trust me?" Hwaseong asks, amusement strong in his voice.

"No, it's not that. Mother's orders. She didn't like how I kept coming here alone so now she sent guards to come with me."

The blonde-haired twin darkly chuckles and approaches Seonghwa who remains standing still and unphased.

"Ah, typical of mother dearest. Always wanting to protect her favorite child from her scary disowned one."

"Hwa, please, drink this. You're not yourself right now."

"THIS IS WHO I AM!!" Hwaseong yells to Seonghwa's face.

Seonghwa shakes his head and looks at his brother with pleading eyes, "To me, this isn't you. You're hungry, please let me help you today."

"Why don't you fear me drinking from you?"

A small smile rises on the black-haired prince's lips, "You can't drink from your own brother's blood. I make you sick remember that?"

Hwaseong's muscles relax as he softens a bit remembering what his brother was talking about.

"We were 6, remember? 'Ddeonghwa!!~ Your blood tastes disgusting!!' 'I'm sorry Hwa!! Should you drink me with sugar next time?!'"

A small laugh escapes Hwaseong's lips making Seonghwa join him in laughter as well.

"You still tasted like shit even with sugar. I threw up for 3 days."

"Hahaha, I cried for those three days! I was so scared for you!"

Their identical light laughter fills the room and Hwaseong takes the teacup from Seonghwa.

"Just give me the damn coffee already."

"Haha alrighty coming up brother!~," Seonghwa says with a smile and pours the hot liquid into the white ceramic cup.

Once Hwaseong drinks from it, his hunger disappears and his eyes return to their original dark brown color. It was moments like these he was reminded of how much his brother still loves him. Although Seonghwa loved and cared for him, Hwaseong still hated him and was still jealous of everything he had. But, around his brother, he plays it cool and controls his hatred.

✨✨✨

"Kai! Can you help me bring in this chest? It'd be easier to bring in with another set of strong hands."

"Yeah! Coming dad!"

This girl's name is Kai. She and her family just moved to the Jinju Kingdom all the way from the Illyria Kingdom. She and her family had much to move into the house from the carriage cart. She lifts the handle on the other side of the chest and helps her father move the family chest inside the small house.

This was her third move now and she hoped this would be the last. Although she's tired of moving, as long as she's together with her family, that's all that matters to her. She's a chill, shy yet kind girl but she always put those she cared about first.

The chest successfully landed on the wooden floor and she and her father take a relieved sigh before giving each other a high five.

"Hey, good job you two! I've noticed we're running short on food. Kai if you wouldn't mind going to the market tomorrow?"

"Yeah mom, no problem!"

It would be her first time in the marketplace yet she was interested in taking a look around. She knows nothing of this kingdom, who ruled it, even nothing about the "cast out prince." Perhaps time would come and she'll find all of that out.

✨✨✨

The skies are clear and the sun shines bright today over the kingdom of Jinju. Seonghwa stares at the window as he sits at the long table with the royal council. His father was discussing a new trade with another kingdom but all Seonghwa wanted to do is go out and enjoy the nice day in his kingdom.

"Ahem! Your highness...do you agree?" A council member asks the crown prince pulling him out of his thoughts and his gaze from the window.

"Ah? Absolutely! We're lacking resources in our fishing industry and they're booming with it. I agree that it's beneficial to open up a trade with them. Um, pardon me, I'd like to get some fresh air for a bit."

Seonghwa gets up from the table with a small bow receiving confused looks from the counsel, especially the king. He swiftly walks out of the room and he makes his way out of the castle.

Today the marketplace was bustling with merchants and buyers. Merchants yelled out prices and deals of their products while buyers passed by their shops and fought over who got what first.

To Kai, this was all an interesting experience but it was also a rather stressful one. She went to a fruit vendor to buy some apples but she ended up having a misunderstanding with the ill-mannered merchant.

Angry at her, he refuses to give her money back and tells two tall and strong-looking men to help him see her out.

Kai scoffs, "You coward! You don't wanna face me yourself huh? Alright, bring it! I can take your guys on! I am not leaving without my refund!"

The two tall men laugh at her and one of them pushes her hard making her fall to the ground.

"Boss said get out you little twerp!" One of them says and lifts Kai by her dress collar.

She remains strong and glares at the man, "and I said I didn't pay for any fake fruit. I want my money back."

The man growls and throws Kai making her back crash into a cart of chicken cages, knocking the cages over and scaring the startled chickens.

The noise could be heard from the area and people stopped to see what was causing the ruckus, including prince Seonghwa himself who happened to be there. He quickly approached the scene.

Seonghwa helped Kai out of the cart, "Oh my gosh are you alright?!"

"Y-yeah could be worse I guess. It's just those scammers got me to buy fake fruit and they won't give me my money back." She says still glaring at the vendor who was laughing with his men.

"I'll help get your money back, stay here."

"Alrighttt, good luck. Just fair warning he's got the worst temper."

Seonghwa gives her a smile before marching over to the vendor.

He clears his throat, "gentlemen, I believe you have something that belongs to that maiden."

The vendor and the two men stop their conversation and freeze when they see the crown prince before them with an unpleasant expression on his face. They immediately bowed to him out of respect.

"Y-your highness!! Y-you, see she started it!!"

Seonghwa picks up a pear from the cart and inspects it before taking a bite out of it then instantly regretting its bitter and bland taste. He spits it out and wipes his mouth, looking at the man in disappointment.

"Shut your business down by tonight or else I'll send guards to help shut it down for you. That's an order."

The man's mouth drops open in shock, "Your highness!! My fruit is nothing but fresh and high quality-"

The prince cuts him off, "It's made out of clay. You're scamming innocent people for fruit that looks real and pricing them too expensively. I order you to shut down your business today."

"Ha! And why should I listen to you? You're not the king yet!"

Seonghwa snaps his finger and his guard comes up to the man holding out his sword to his neck.

"Alright! Alright! I'll listen! I'll shut it down!!"

"And her money?"

The man grunts and pulls out a small money pouch and hands it to the prince.

"Thank you for your cooperation, sir. Good day."

The guard puts his sword back in his scabbard and Seonghwa walks back over to Kai. He gives her a cheerful smile and hands her, her money back.

"I believe this belongs to you."

"Thanks! You know, ha, if you didn't come I would've totally beat their butts."

Seonghwa chuckles, "Then you would've been hurt even more. Speaking of which, you are bleeding. You should come with me to get patched up."

Kai glances at the cuts and bruises on her arms and the tears in her dress. She probably shouldn't go home looking like this, she doesn't want to worry her parents.

"Okay. Lead the way."

✨✨✨

Two nurses step out of the bedroom door and Seonghwa perks up, standing up from the chair he sat in. The nurses approach him with pleasant smiles.

"She's all bandaged up and she's wearing the clean dress you gave us to give her." The head nurse tells the prince.

"Thank you for helping. Is it okay to go in?"

The second nurse nods, "Yes! She's wide awake your highness."

Seonghwa thanks them again and they bow to him before leaving the bedroom quarters. Seonghwa opens the doors to the bedroom and see's the girl sitting on the side of the bed looking around the massive bedroom in awe. Their eyes lock when Seonghwa approaches her.

"May I?" He asks her.

"Oh, no, go ahead."

Kai pats the spot next to her on the bed and Seonghwa sits down there. He inspects the small bandages over the cuts on her face as well as the larger ones on her arms where the bigger cuts were. He also admired how lovely the red dress looked on her. It was no ball gown but a simple yet clean one for her to wear than her torn white one.

"Thank you again for all of this," Kai says with a shy smile.

"Oh, of course. I always put my people first."

"I can't believe...you're the prince of this kingdom. I'm sorry for speaking so informally to you, your highness, I just moved yesterday so I wouldn't know better."

"It's quite alright! Don't fret! I'm sorry what you experienced today was unwelcoming, so I'll give you a better welcome. I am crown prince Seonghwa, Welcome to Jinju Kingdom."

Seonghwa gives her a small bow with a welcoming smile which caused Kai's cheeks to warm up from his friendly gesture.

"Thank you for that. It's an honor to be welcomed by you. I'm Kai, your highness."

The crown prince takes her hand and holds it in his.

"Kai...what a pretty name for a pretty maiden."

Seonghwa tilts his head and gives her a charming smile immediately sending Kai's heart into rapid heartbeats. He's calling her pretty when he's pretty himself? She couldn't believe it. The more she looked at him the more nervous she felt over his handsomeness.

His almond eyes sparkled like a billion stars in the night sky. His raven hair looked so soft and fluffy. His closed lips smile gave off a somewhat cute aura to his expression. This man before her is so kind yet so handsome she couldn't process his existence. She looked down at their hands instead.

Seonghwa never felt so attracted to another person like this before. Why is it that although they just met, he had a strong yearning to get to know her and be close with her more? Why is it her gorgeous black and silver hair, her mesmerizing dark brown eyes, her soft yet sweet smile, her humble aura all made his heart melt inside himself. Whatever this feeling for her was, he wanted to make it grow for he felt it could be the start of something magical.

Awkwardly, Kai cleared her throat and slowly removed her hand out of his.

"W-well, your highness thank you again for treating me and helping me get my money back. I ought to be going home now."

She stands up from the bed but Seonghwa quickly holds her hand to stop her.

"Wait, please, Kai, if you don't mind I'd like to keep seeing you. I want to get to know you better."

Kai turns around to look at him and she melts when he sees his soft eyes. They seemed almost to beg her to let him see her. She nods in response then looks away feeling heat rise upon her brown cheeks again.

"S-sure, I'd love that. H-how should I meet you?"

Seonghwa grins with joy and tells her of the secret entrance that leads to the castle garden right below his bedroom window. He tells her to come every night and he'll meet her by the rose bushes. Kai agrees to come every night and Seonghwa escorts her out of the castle property. Once at the gates, they bid each other goodbye and Kai makes her way home with newfound butterflies in her stomach at the thought of seeing the charming and kind prince Seonghwa every night.

✨✨✨

Every night the two did meet, growing closer and closer with each other each time. The more they met, the more they fell madly in love with each other. Each night getting harder and harder to part ways once the time comes.

The two would take evening strolls in the massive garden, sit in the gazebo and watch the koi fishes in the pond, swing together on the bench swing, and share the rich desserts the prince would sneak from the royal kitchen, and of course, talk about everything and anything their minds come to.

They found many interesting things about each other and their lives, even finding out about how similar their tastes were to things as well as things they'd like to do or places they'd like to go. They felt as if maybe they were meant to meet each other like their each other's soulmates.

Both of them became very close friends yet wanted to be more. The thrilling feeling of having a crush always surfacing the back of their minds and hearts.

Then, one night, that finally changed. The two of them sat together on the bench swing, slowly swinging back and forth and looking up at how bright and pure the full moon looked in the sky along with the dazzling stars. They remained in a comfortable silence as The sounds of crickets and the cicadas filled the evening background noise.

Seonghwa calmly spoke up, "Kai? Can I...tell you something?"

She looks to him and gives him a nod, "Mhm! You can tell me anything."

"This...may sound cliché but I really want to say it."

"It's okay, go on."

The prince looks at her feeling the nervous swarm of butterflies flutter about in his stomach. Could he do it? Could he tell her? Would she...feel the same?

"Kai, this moment with you...makes me really happy. You, Kai, make me really happy."

She coos at his sweet words and smiles at him, "Aww you make me really happy too. This moment with you feels perfect."

Seonghwa smiles back then looks down at their hands to lace them together.

"I'm glad I make you happy just as you make me happy. If it's alright with you...I want to continue being the cause of your happiness. I want to not just make you happy as my friend but...make you happy as my lover as well."

The prince looks back up at Kai who had already looked away, hiding her mad blush with her long hair.

"Kai?" Seonghwa asks her, taking his other hand to push her hair behind her ear.

Putting his hand on her chin, he gently turns her face back around facing him.

"Would you let me love you?"

Kai could feel the strong heart palpitations her heart was making in her chest to his sweet words. That was all she ever wanted to hear from him and finally, he asked her.

"Only if...you let me love you in return."

"Oh Kai, of course you can!"

They smiled at each other in joy, their hearts beating at the same time. Seonghwa cups Kai's cheek with his hand then proceeds to lean in. His lips met hers for the first time, kissing gently and tasting as sweetly as she's dreamed of in her dreams.

Seonghwa softly pulls away and rests his forehead on hers, rubbing her cheek with his thumb with a smile.

"I love you."

Kai smiles and gives his lips another sweet peck, "I love you too."

The prince looks into her eyes, heart-melting to the view of the galaxy within them. He leans in again to kiss her and both universes collided. Nothing could be more perfect than this.

Just on the other side of the garden at the secret entrance, Hwaseong slips through, wiping the red liquid from his lips with his wrist. He had just returned from another blood raid. He was so hungry he couldn't even remember how many people he drank from tonight. As he makes his way back to the cottage, he stops when he sees his brother over on the bench swing.

He squints as he wasn't sure what he was seeing but then his eyes widened in surprise to what he was seeing. His brother kissing some girl that Hwaseong has never seen before. The clock in the bell tower strikes 12 and the two of them pull from their kiss.

"I have to go..." Kai tells him sadly.

"I know. I shall see you tomorrow night. Dream sweet dreams of me when you sleep, my love."

She smiles and gives him a nod, "Always. Goodbye, my prince."

She gets up from the bench and lets out a light laugh when Seonghwa wouldn't let go of her hand with a cute pout on his lips. He gets up and hugs her one last time, leaving a kiss to her forehead before finally seeing Kai off.

Hwaseong hid behind a tree nearby and watches as the girl slips through the secret entrance, leaving the garden.

A curious yet intrigued smirk rises on his lips, "Who are you to my brother, little girl?"

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happyheidi · 1 year

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#ahh the beauty of baked goods <3 #cottagecore #baking #food #foodcore #grandmacore #berries #pies #desserts #cakes #bread #breadcore #cottage aesthetic #kitchen #kitchencore #cooking #kitchen aesthetic #apples

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forbidding-souda · 4 years

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Hi, it's the Korekiyo and Peko anon agian haha. I love your writing, it is super cute and really in character, and you can ignore this if you don't want to write these 2 agian. Could I request for the Kissing prompt, Korekiyo with 33 and Peko with 22?

33: “An unexpected kiss that shocks the one receiving it.” Shinguuji Korekiyo 22: “A kiss that is leading to more, but is interrupted by a third party.” Peko Pekoyama

I love calm characters so much. And thank you for saying they are in character because I have to like channel my inner tsumugi shirogane to try and think how they would react to romance sjkfhlakdfjls.

Ahh! I’m so happy I finally got to these, you anon.

-Mod Souda

Shinguuji Korekiyo

With a manga in your hand, you find yourself quite distracted at the dinner table.

Sitting alone at the kitchen should be considered one of your hobbies.

So now, you sit with your feet up at the table while leaning back in your semi uncomfortable chair.

But the moment Korekiyo walks into the kitchen you jump, scrambling to get your feet off.

He pauses.

And then it’s just the two of you staring at each other like you were caught murdering someone.

“Did you have your feet on the table?” He asks.

“What’s it to you?”

There’s a twinkle in his eye indicating that he was smiling before he moves on, opening the fridge to pick out a drink.

You watch him while he sits next to you.

He makes no effort to open the drink, or even to switch out his mask. He just stares at it.

“Are you okay, Kiyo?”

The nickname rings through his head.

You started calling him Kiyo after he told you to, which was a few months into the relationship. Now that the two of you have been together for over a year, the name just reminds him how much he should trust you.

His mask shouldn’t be a barrier, he knows. But something about it is just hard to give up.

He shouldn’t need his sleeping mask, or his eating and drinking one when he’s with you.

He should be comfortable, shouldn’t he? Well, maybe he shouldn’t force it.

That night, while you were changing into your pajamas, he occupied himself by staring at his reflection. Would you notice if he took it off?

You pull up your pajama pants, jumping in the process. It’s just another night’s sleep, where you struggle to even feel tired. Another night where you sleep by his side and listen to his soft humming while you drift into daydreams.

“Hey, Kiyo--”

The sudden feeling of his lips on yours makes you pause in place.

Everything runs through your mind. Mask? Lips? Kisses? Surprise?

But your first action is to wrap your hands around his neck and twist your body so it mashes with his. His slender arms grasp onto you, holding your waist aggressively.

The hunger his kisses give edges you on, his touch terrifyingly delicious.

You pull away, though, and reluctantly.

“Are you okay? That was sudden.”

He lifts his chins, untangling himself from you and heading towards the bed. “What do you mean? We are just preparing to go to sleep, right?”

The lack of mention gets you thinking. Maybe you shouldn’t bring it up. It’ll make him more comfortable if you don’t, right? And that’s all you want.

“Let’s go to sleep, Kiyo.”

Peko Pekoyama

“Do you carry that sword around with you everywhere? That’s kinda sick.”

She widens her eyes in shock. This far into your relationship, it’s still embarrassing to her for you to compliment her.

“It is important to me,” Peko says, stepping out of her cottage.

The morning sunbeams hit her eyes. It draws her back a little, blinding her. She can’t see your goofy smile.

“You’re important to me, too. Maybe I should carry you around on my shoulders.”

No comment on her behalf, which is common when you say things like that. It doesn’t bother you, though. She’s a reserved person.

The walk to the main island was quiet, too.

Even though your heart was beating out of your chest, you try to maintain your cunning composure. Being with Peko was hard, just because you imagined she had such high expectations for your personality. She fell for you when you were kind and witty. Will she still like you if ever time she touched you, you melted into putty?

When the statue comes into view, you lick your finger, putting it up into the air.

“What are you doing?” She asks, stopping her walking.

“I’m trying to see what way the wind is blowing! I saw it on an anime once.”

Her eyes twinkle as she stares at your finger in the air, watching you turn it left and right.

“Well?”

“Oh, I don’t know. I guess it didn’t even work.”

Even though her lips lacks a friendly smile, the way her eyes glow when she looks at you is enough to tell you that your moment had her amused.

Mimicking your actions, she licks her finger and raises it just a bit over her head.

She looks left and right, and then at the sky.

“East.” She says plainly before turning to continue walking.

You just stand, dumbfounded, not having the skills to confirm or deny her claims.

After mumbling under your breath you skip to join her side. She heads for the nearest bench, sitting down with you.

There are no birds to make sweet noise, no cicadas to annoy you at night.

The island is always quiet. It’s quite scary.

“I miss birds.” You state quietly, eyes gazing off into the horizon.

Her response doesn’t come immediately. It’s delayed by the look in your eyes when you talk about the island. The soft awe. The kind shimmer.

She always considered her own eyes to be dull. But now, compared to yours, hers are just like plain beads.

“I once held a bird in my hands.”

You look at her from the corner of your eyes before tilting your head for her to continue.

“It was dying. I’m sure I remember why but... it was so long ago. I just remember cupping it into my hands until my friend told me to put it down.”

“I think you’re nice to hold it, Peko.” You lean back against the bench.

Her cheeks turn a little pink, but not enough for her to even notice. “Thank you.”

Continuing, “And I think you’re nice for hanging out with me all the time. It makes me really happy. Though, I’m not as cool and collected as you probably think I am.”

“I don’t think you’re cool and collected.”

Wow, thanks.

You sigh, rolling your head before scooting a little closer to her. “Then what do you think I am?”

The thought that the two of you are inches apart doesn’t cross your mind until she turns her head to look at you and nearly closing the gap.

“I think you are very caring and patient.”

Caring and patient. Does she think it takes patience to be with her?

The fluttering of your eyelashes and the eying of her lips lets her know what you are going to say next.

“Do you want to ki-”

She closes the gap, the kiss far from your first but still as timid as ever. Her hands shake by her sides. She’s scared that if she touches you, you’ll fly away.

But you pull her closer to where she’s leaning over you and halfway on your lap. It’s a bit of an inappropriate position, definitely, but you doubt she really even notices.

Gaps between kissing shorten quickly. There’s suddenly no need to even breathe. Just being together, alone on the island is enough for you.

“Fucking god.” Fuyuhiko’s voice rings out. Peko pulls away with lightning speed, her arm swinging up defensively as she twists her whole body in the direction towards him.

“Y-Young master?”

“This is what, the second god damn time I’ve caught you guys making out? Are you planning this or something?”

You laugh. “Yeah, just for you, Fuyuhiko.”

A pause rings through the air. And then he smiles, surprised by your courage, muttering curses while walking away.

It takes her a second to return to her seated position, hands planted awkwardly on her lap.

“I do not wish for that to happen again.”

“Maybe next time, we should be kissing inside of your cottage.”

The pink tint on her cheeks grows more, and she finds herself turning her face away, hiding the look of shock she has.

It wouldn’t be too bad of an idea...

#danganronpa #korekiyo shinguji #korekiyo shinguuji #shinguuji korekiyo #korekiyo x reader #korekiyo shinguuji x reader #peko pekoyama #peko pekoyama x reader

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Dead Silent part 2

Warnings: blood but nothing excessive

Izuku somethings wrong here but I can't figure out what..

W̴̬͈͊̓͛h̵̛̳̲̪͓̹͆y̸̖̖̟̯͌̉͛̓͜ ̷̙̖̇̄͜d̷͍͔̭̭̊̌͠i̷̧̲̝̫͚̒͑̔d̶̦͙͆̏̆̀ṅ̷̛͇̦̈́͝'̷̘̾̎t̵̮̩̩̝͂̆͠ ̷͚͐̕ý̵͎̣̬̳̜̎̆̅ȏ̷̢̮͉̤͚̀̓͂͝u̸̺͖̍̿͂͝͝ ̷̼̟͚̇̄͛ȓ̸͕̟̉ȕ̵͔̜̺̥̮̈̊n̸̢̳̝̗̣̐̅͑̕?̷̡͈͍̊̎̍̚

Ahh well Izukus probably okay....

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"T̶̙̃h̵̖͊a̷̠̓n̵̙̏k̴͔͋ ̷̙͘y̸̧͐o̵̬̓ȕ̵͉ ̷̟̓f̸̦̈o̷̳͊r̵̦̎ ̸͉̑ĺ̴͉e̸͕̚t̴͕̿t̵̮͛ȉ̴̫ṉ̴̋g̸̞͊ ̸̪͑ŭ̸̻š̸͕ ̸̳͘i̵̠̐n̴̩̄ ̶̹̈́l̵͕͑i̶͇͝t̶̪͝t̸̹̊l̶͉̆ȇ̴͖ ̷̞̋ọ̵̍n̵̯̊e̷͔͘."

Blood poured out of his mouth, nose, and ears in thick red rivers.

He blacked out feeling himself fall before he sat up again.

His eyes wide as he frantically looked around his room.

Wait what? His room?

But he passed out at the front door he shouldn't be in his room....

He was though, the various All Might posters staring at him with the heros iconic phrase "I Am Here" printed on it proved he was in his room.

Looking down he noticed there was no blood on his pajamas not even a drop.

Touching his face there was only a little eye crust, no blood to his relief, which he wiped off.

Maybe it was all just a nightmare, a horribly realistic nightmare but just a nightmare nonetheless.

He breathed out and in trying to catch his breath again telling himself it was all just a dream.

Wiping the sweat off his brow he let out a little laugh at himself for being so dramatic.

There was no monster it was only a dream.

Knọ̷̮̻͈̰̟͓̬̪̙̞̲͈̖̞͍̹̖͔̦͎̤̄̀̇̀͌̉̀̐͐͂̀̊͐̌̐́̐͆̕̚͜c̶̢̛͚̟͙͎̻͓̩̘̩̩͙̱͖̞̖͉͔͈̟͈͙̩͍̜͙͚͐̉͆͆͗̉̏͒͘͜͠͝ͅͅk̸̢̧̡̧̛̲̬̞͈̳̬̮̳͖̫̼̦̩̣̩͍͍̲͚̗͙͚͈̔̇̍̇̋͐̌̈́͑́̚͜͝ͅ

A knock at his door nearly made him fall off his bed in shock. As his mother poked her head in, green hair a mess as she smiled at him.

"Izuku come on breakfast is ready!"

Nodding at her he watched as she left to give the teen some time to collect himself. After a minute he got up and left his room heading down the stairs as he heard his mom call for him again.

"I'm coming mo-"

He started but stopped as he looked at the pale blue haired teen sitting at the kitchen table playing with a DS.

"Mom who's that?" He asked confused, the boy now looked up his red eyes piercing as he held the DS with his pinkys up.

"What don't recognize me green bean?" The boy spoke in a raspy voice like he hadn't had water in years.

With his cracked pale skin,a mole under his lip and bluish white hair that touched his shoulders he looked like....Tenko?

B̸u̶t̶ ̸t̸h̷a̸t̶'̶s̷ ̸n̶o̸t̸ ̷p̵o̸s̵s̸i̵b̸l̶e̸ ̷T̶e̸n̵k̴o̴s̸ ̵d̷e̵a̵d̵...

"Oh Tomura sweetie you know how disoriented Izu gets in the morning."

I̶z̴u̶k̶u̶ ̶s̶a̴w̶ ̴h̵i̶m̷ ̷i̵n̸ ̶h̵i̵s̶ ̵c̵o̵f̸f̵i̴n̸ ̶a̶t̷ ̵h̸i̵s̶ ̶f̷u̶n̶e̶r̵a̴l̷ ̵h̴e̴'̶s̴ ̸d̶e̷a̸d̸.̵ ̷

Shrugging the boy continued to play his DS while scratching his neck, a nervous habit he never could quit.

̷H̸o̶w̵ ̵i̴s̸ ̸h̴e̷ ̶h̵e̸r̴e̴?̶

He looked at his mom her slim figure still cooking breakfast while she spoke to Tenko Tomura, who gave small answers mainly focused on his game.

S̷l̵i̵m̴ ̷b̶u̶t̴ ̵w̷a̷s̷n̴'̶t̵ ̴s̷h̴e̸ ̸a̶l̶w̸a̷y̷s̵ ̶c̴u̶r̸v̶y̵?̶

Still confused he walked into the kitchen and sat down, not listening to their conversation.

W̸̺͠h̵̥͌y̶̩̽ ̵͕̃d̵̤̅í̶͓d̵̜͝n̶̳̈́'̷̗̌t̶̗̏ ̷̖͒t̵̺̉h̴̜́e̴̮̎ ̶̺́f̵̧̕l̴̰͐o̶͚̚o̸̪̍r̷̊͜ ̷͕̃b̵̰̎o̶̜̿a̷̗̅r̷̳̍d̸̬̽ ̶͎̍c̶̫̈́ŕ̴͜ė̴̜a̴͉̍ḳ̵̒

Soon he heard a distinct ding sound come from the microwave.

I̴̻̋t̶̹̊ ̸̱̕w̵̟͝a̷̩̒s̷͓̅ ̴͍͘b̷̺̎r̴̡̓ò̴͖k̶̗̈́e̸͕͋ń̸͓.̷̺̚ ̶̗̐I̷̡̕t̷͓̉ ̷͚̾w̷̻̄a̴̺͠s̵̮̆ ̷͓̇b̵̯̔r̵̠͘o̷̫̒k̷̂͜e̶̮̕n̵̠̐.̵̺͂ ̷̛͚Í̵̦t̶͕̚ ̵̜͑w̴͇̃a̶͕͒s̵̳͝ ̷̺͛b̶̘̂ṛ̵́o̸̯͐k̶̲̔e̸͓͋n̵̜͑.̶̤͊

"Oh your fathers coffee is done Izu can you get that for me while I finish breakfast?"

Still dazed he nodded and got up to get the coffee passing by the garbage can where an awful smell hit his nose.

Looking down in the can he saw some ramen that looked old and moldy sitting in the trash.

He would need to take out the trash later how did he let it get this bad?

W̶̲̓á̸ͅs̶͔̃n̶̼̾'̴̟̿ṯ̴͋ ̴̻̓h̴̤͊e̷̦͒ ̴̙͆c̵͓̎o̸̬͛ọ̴̇k̶̖͒î̵̗ṇ̸̎g̴͍̈ ̶̳̏t̴̃ͅh̵̦͝ä̵̘́t̷̗͗ ̸̩̈́l̶̺̒å̵͜s̴̩̕t̵̖͛ ̸̖͐n̸̮̚i̷̖͛g̵̢͝h̵̗̆ṯ̴̊ ̷̞̆w̶̙͒h̵͓̃y̶̼͆ ̷͉̓i̵̫̍š̷̰ ̴̫́ị̶̔t̸͛͜ ̸͍͐m̵̐͜ö̸̥́l̸͚̍d̵̠̀ỷ̶͎?̶͍̆

Opening the microwave he grabbed the coffee mug feeling like something was wrong. But he just can't put his finger on it.

Looking to the fridge he noticed a taped paper usually reserved for writing the grocery list, but now it just had scribbles all over it.

His ears began to ring as he focused on the only word not scribbled off.

His eyes watered as cold fear filled his body as he stood there frozen.

The only thing left unscribbled being-

"Hey little brother you okay?"

M̵̝̺̅e̵̼̫͐̈́a̸̝̿t̸̥̾̆

A hand landed on his shoulder causing Izuku to jump bringing him out of his thoughts. Looking up he saw Tomura stood next to him no longer playing his DS a concerned look on his face.

"Oh y- yeah I'm fine just a little out of it, my homework kept me up pretty late last night." Izuku said giving him a reassuring simle.

Even if he didn't belive himself hopefully Tomura wouldn't press any further.

He felt scared and he really didn't know why, man that dream must have really messed him up.

Tomura nodded before patting his back and sitting at the table again Izuku following soon after sitting next to him.

A peace settled over the kitchen as his mom layed out breakfast for everyone.

"What is that delicious smell?" A deep voice spoke from the door way of the kitchen where a tall man stood.

All the hair on Izukus body stood up something in him screaming.

R̷̟̘̜̋͑̓̌̚͝ư̴̝̈̈̔͑̎͋͒̈̆n̵̢͈̹̺͓̿

But there was no danger so why did he feel like he needed to run and hide?

He had short curly hair, red eyes like Tomura, and a strong build.

Izuku had never seem this man before just who was he?

"Hizashi there you are I was just about to call you come sit breakfast is ready!" His mom spoke cheerfully.

Ṯ̸̈h̷̤̽ã̴̲t̵̞̄ ̷͔̿w̶̺͗a̴̛̩s̶͌ͅǹ̶̻'̶̧̈́t̴̡͝ ̴̪̽ḣ̴͍i̵̛̥ŝ̴̬ ̴̘̓n̴̩̂ã̸̻m̶͕͌e̶͎͒ ̶̠̄i̵̛̙t̶̗̅ ̷̘̋ẉ̴̍a̵͈͂s̶̨̓-̶̮̓

"Looks good darling thankyou." He replied as he gave his mom a peck. Was this man a new boyfriend his mom didn't tell him about?

I̷̻͝t̷͈͠ ̶̭̎w̴͖̒a̵̔͜s̸͙͑-̶͚͌

"Oh it was nothing your welcome honey!" His mom said sitting down between Tomura and an empty seat.

Everyone but Izuku seemed familiar with this Hizashi but Izuku didn't know! He just didn't know what he was missing!

A̸̞̋l̸̻̓-̶̣̀

He walked on the creaky floor board, not a single sound coming from the weak wood of the board.

Ả̵͖l̵̳̒l̶̋͜-̵̤̅

Sitting down in the empty chair between Izuku and his mom at the table the man looked to the small boy.

Ȃ̷̹ļ̶̏l̵̗̐ ̸̣͘f̴̭͠-̸͈̈́

"Is that my coffee son?" Hizashi asked in a sweet voice.

A̵͚͊l̵͎̈́l̷̰̇ ̵̪͘f̶͍̅ó̷͔r̸͖̄-̸͉́

Looking down Izuku noticed he still held the coffee mug. That's right he was still holding his dad's coffee and this man was his dad.

A̴̖͘l̸̫͝l̷̥͒ ̶̨̈f̵͓̆ô̷̜r̸̼̽ ̴̡͝O̸̘͛-̶͙̚

Handing the mug to his dad he smiled finally remembering the man. His mom was right he really does get disoriented in the morning.

His father thanked him as Izuku looked at his breakfast for the first time.

A̵̙͑l̴̰̅l̸̙͛ ̶̪̈́f̴͉̆ó̵̰r̷͔̽ ̷̠͆O̶̝̍ṋ̶͠-̴̕͜

A bowl of white rice with a single uncooked egg while on the plate next to it sat a large peice of meat still bloody and raw.

"Eat it all son I don't want to see a single bite left on your plate."

Said his father with a too wide too toothy grin that just stretched too far to be human.

A̷̱̋l̴̖͂l̸̫͆ ̸̈͜f̸̲̄ȏ̶̹r̵̺̈́ ̸̭̂O̸͇͝n̵̙͘e̸̲̋

His mouth watered as he nodded beginning to eat the raw meat first.

""̶̞̋Ĝ̶͍o̷̎͜o̵͎͋ď̵͇ ̴̻̃b̸̟̃o̶͍͊y̶̛̠ ̸̯̆ḙ̶̃a̷̪͠t̷̘͝ ̴̨̇û̸ͅp̶͚͝.̷͜͝"̶̱̂."

The family of four ate their breakfast in front of the window where a pepper plant wilted.

Outside the sun rose into the sky over a decaying garden full of rotten tomatoes and cucumbers.

Nothing croaked or chirped that morning the air still and crisp.

Everything was silent outside the cottage only the sounds of a family feeding could be heard.

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All Mights still a pro hero with one for all but he's also hunting AFO who is not a super villain or even human.

Meanwhile First is trying to save any unfortunate souls that come in contact with his brother while trying to help all might find and kill AFO.

Some timeline stuff

• First Tomura gets his quirk late like teen years late.

• Then he dies in the fire after decaying his family on accidentbecausehe thought he was quirkless.

• Next AFO finds his soul and says welp he's mine now.

• Sees Tomura being all close with auntie Inko and lil Izu in his memories and says welp their mine now too.

• Inko decided to move to the country after finding out Izu was being bullied for being quirkless.

• They live there peacefully for a year or two before AFO pulls up.

• AFO really said perfect time to suprise adopt my new son and suprise marry my new wife.

• No body snatching here just making his new fam into what he is because he'd never truly change them.

• Just there bodies so they can never leave and memories to include him.

#bnha dad for one #the cottage chronicles #cottagecore #inko x afo #inko midoriya #all for one #midoriya hisashi #hizashi midoriya is all for one #tomura shiragaki #horror

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sobelli · 3 years

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Me: I can't wait to get my own place to decorate! Oh, but what aesthetic would it be? Cottage, Minimalist, or academia?

Brain: Different aesthetic per room

Me:.. wait... OHHH!! Like a cottage-core kitchen, royal bathroom, minimalist living room, academia office, indie bedroom! Ahh!! I'm so excited to move out!!!

#aesthetic #cottage core #minimalistic #romantic academia #indie

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rainandhotchocolate · 4 years

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Blackout - Part 6

A/N Part 666666 sorry that these aren’t super long, but consistency over long right??? idk anyway this one is a bit nicer, promise ;) love ya’ll xx enjoy!

Y/N took a deep breath as Lily pushed open the door to her cottage. She had remembered the area as they walked through, having taken the train instead of apparating. Y/N knew Lily was anxious to get back to James as he’d apparently been in a bad fight but appreciated being able to go outside and get a feel for the countryside again. It had begun to snow, and Godric’s hollow was covered in a light dusting of white, not yet destroyed by footprints and muggle snow clearer driving through the streets.

She could remember most of it, bits and piece of the area felt new, but she felt comfortable here, at home. There was a part of the area that made her feel a bit sad too, but she couldn’t figure out why.

“Come on, you’ll freeze outside. And Turpin will kill me if you get an infection one day out of hospital.” Lily smiled at her, holding the door open for her.

Y/N smiled back and lugged her small bag through the doorway. She’d just packed what Sirius had brought for her, unsure if she needed anything else, not quite sure what clothes she wanted or needed. She was welcomed to the Potter’s house by a blast of warm air, forcing her to drop the bag and shuck off her coat to place on the coatrack by the doorway.

“Come on, I’ve got James cooking a roast – don’t worry I did all the marinating earlier,” Lily winked at Y/N and walked passed her, picking up the bag before Y/N could and heading into the living room. Y/N followed close behind her, opening and closing her fists slowly.

She was greeted by a loud yell that made her jump.

“Welcome home!” a group of people were grinning up at her, a large banner over the fireplace that kept changing from ‘Welcome home’ to ‘We missed you’, and glasses of what looked like firewhiskey sitting on the coffee table.

“After the welcome home party, that is,” Lily staying by her side, grinning widely but gripping tightly on her hand all the same. “Is this ok?” She whispered softly as people began moving towards her.

“Yes, thank you.” Y/N gripped Lily’s hand in return, turning to face Marlene and Mary who ran in to give her a tight hug.

Music was blaring loudly, something that Sirius and Remus seemed to know off by heart as they sang loudly on top of the couch as Lily yelled at them to clean up after themselves or they’ll be dead by tomorrow morning.

Y/N had found herself sidling to the corner momentarily, after saying hello to Frank and Alice who showed off their wedding rings in earnest happiness. Y/N didn’t want to tell them that it made her feel awful, so she smiled and hugged and slipped into the corner by the window when they went to get another drink.

“You feeling alright?” James nudged her shoulder, making her jump.

“Yeah, sorry, just a bit overwhelmed you know.” Y/N plastered on a smile but James rolled his eyes.

“It must feel really shit.”

“I mean-“

“Nah, don’t worry I won’t be offended,” James winked at her, leaning against the window as well, “But in all seriousness, you don’t need to fake it. I mean to anyone, but definitely not to me. I mean at a bare minimum I’m going to be much more offended if I have to deal with that pathetic simle all night.”

Y/N snorted, shaking her head at him.

“I’m so sorry it’s inconvenienced you.”

“It’s ok, I’m sure you’ll make it up to me eventually.” James nodded solemnly, “Perhaps by talking to Sirius?”

“I don’t know what to say to him,” Y/N dropped her head to her glass, wincing as she sipped down some firewhiskey. “I just… I just feel like I’m letting him down.”

“Well maybe –“

“Please don’t say it’s a remnant of what I felt for him.” Y/N shot him a look and he raised his hands in defeat.

“Ok ok, I just… look feelings or not, you guys got along so well. I honestly think he would be helpful at the moment, even if it’s just as a friend.” James’s gaze went to Sirius who was fake air guitaring as Remus played the drums beside him. Peter was cheering them along from the carpet, grinning stupidly. Y/N bit her lip.

“I just can’t stop thinking of him as Sirius Black, you know? High school prankster and playboy.”

“Bit over the top,” James snorted, “I think he dated three women.”

“Oh you know what I mean,” Y/N breathed out a laugh. “It just feels like he’s met me, but I haven’t, you know? Well that doesn’t really make sense, but like I don’t know. People keep forgetting that I can’t just pick up where we might have left off, even if I want to.”

James nodded his head slowly, not looking at her.

“I get that. And will keep it mind, even spread the word if you want.”

“Might not be a bad idea.”

James gave her shoulder a squeeze and slid off the wall, walking over to where Lily was swaying to the music, grabbing her hand to spin her in a quick circle. She laughed loudly, face illuminated. Y/N wondered if she had looked like that with Sirius, remembering the photo of the two of them dancing that Sirius had kept.

The next morning Y/N was curled into a ball in the guest room, her whole body aching. She couldn’t remember exactly what had happened the rest of the night, except for blurred moments of dancing and roast chicken and potatoes. She willed herself to open her eyes and kick off the covers, pulling herself out of bed. There was a strong smell of bacon wafting up the stairs towards her room and she smiled, letting it lead her down towards the kitchen and into a chair in the dining room.

“Good morning,” Sirius beamed at her, flipping a pancake in one pan whilst bacon cooked in the other. “Now I know you’re a little fuzzy on the details, but I’m about to prepare for you the greatest meal of your life.”

“You seem very sure of yourself.” Y/N smiled back at him, rubbing her eyes. The nice thing about being hungover was her body had seemed to ignore the partial panic that went through her, her heart rate keeping steady as she leant over the table.

“Look memory charms, smemory farms – your taste buds will never be the same.” Sirius pulled out some pancakes and placed them on the plate in front of her, then stacked bacon, maple syrup, and blueberries in a giant swirl across the plate. “There you go, I would say enjoy but I know you will.”

Y/N laughed, picking up the cutlery beside her and digging in.

“Holy Merlin.” She moaned, “It’s everything I could dream of. Salty, sweet, stupidly decadent for breakfast.”

“What can I say, I’m a genius with food.”

“I didn’t know you could cook!” Y/N continued to cut up the pancakes and eat, savouring each bite. Sirius sat down in front of her, serving himself and shrugging.

“My parents didn’t always… feed me, so I learnt how to cook when they were all asleep.”

Y/N paused at that, pancake and bacon bits still in her mouth as she looked up at him, shocked.

“Wha-,” She swallowed and tried again, “What?”

“Oh, right. Sorry, that was probably a bit too much information.” Sirius grimaced, scratching the back of his head, “I promise that’s not what I led with on our first date.”

“No, I just, they didn’t fucking feed you? Why the hell not?”

“They didn’t always agree with my values, or well actually, I never agreed with theirs.”

“That’s fucking despicable.”

Sirius barked a laugh, throwing his head back. It made Y/N want to smile.

“That’s what you said the first time I told you.”

“At least I’m consistent,” Y/N put her cutlery down. “is it… is it weird? Having to retell me things?”

“I mean yes, and no.” Sirius mumbled, his mouth full of food. “Well it’s weird yes, but at least I can not make the same mistakes I did the first time around.”

He grinned at her and she couldn’t help but to smile back at him.

“So you made mistakes huh?”

“Ahh a few, I won’t bother reminding you of them I think.”

“Well now that’s unfair! You know everything about me, it’s like you have a secret playbook.”

“No no no, it was unfair before, I had many more faults. This way you just see the sparkly version.”

James pushed open the door to the kitchen, finding the two of them grinning to each other over the dining table.

“Who’s sparkly?”

“Sirius apparently,” Y/N leant back in her chair, eyeing Sirius carefully. “I’ll find them you know.”

“Find what?”

“Alllll your faults,” Y/N grinned cheekily at him.

“I’m sure you will.”

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