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anadipity · 4 years

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Had a Bad Day?

Summary: So you had a bad day, but thankfully, Midoriya knows how to cheer you up.

Pairing: Midoriya Izuku x reader

Genre: Fluff, Smut

Warnings: NSFW

A/N: My first piece for the BNHAxPOC Week event. This fic is completely race neutral, so sit back and enjoy. (also wow, it has been a hot second since I’ve written an “x reader” fic)

You missed your train and were late to work. You forgot your umbrella on the one day of the month that it was pouring. You forgot to grab your lunch. Someone spilled water on your work computer, corrupting an important file. And your boss was in a bad mood all day.

Long story short, today has not been good. You keep hoping that something will go right, but nope. You even miss your bus home because you’re working overtime to salvage some of the files on your computer, so you end up walking home because that was the last bus of the day, and there are no Uber’s available near you. It’s an hour long walk and your heels break along the way. Everything sucks, and you’re at your wits’ end by the time you reach your apartment. You’re definitely going to need a long crying session tonight.

As you enter your apartment, Izuku, your fiance, peeks his head around the kitchen door, smiling when he sees you. “Welcome home!” he greets, and seeing his face instantly dissolves some of the tension from your body. Something about your expression must be off though, because Izuku’s smile falters as he walks out to give you a tight hug.

“Are you okay,” he asks, smoothing his hand over your hair (though making no effort to comb his fingers through your curls - a mistake that he’s learned to avoid after many failed attempts).

At the softness of his tone, you begin to cry against his shoulders, explaining about how everything that could go wrong today did. Throughout you bawling your story, Izuku leads you to the kitchen, and sits you down at the table, placing dinner in front of you and kissing the crown of your head. He waits patiently as you finish talking, wiping his hands so that he can brush away the tears that caress your face.

“It’s okay,” he says. “It’s all over now, and it sounds like all of this can be fixed. But we can handle that tomorrow, okay? Tonight, you’re going to relax, and get some cuddles, and take a break, okay? And then tomorrow, I’ll help you send out some emails and make some calls, and we can get you some new shoes, okay?”

You nod, with a final sniffle, and Izuku smiles at you.

“That’s my girl,” he says. “Now, do you want to eat?”

You nod one last time in response. “Thank you for the meal.” The food is delicious, and after eating, Izuku insists that he be allowed to wash all the plates while you settle down in the living room and pick out something to watch. You end up deciding on a rerun of a t.v. show that you’ve already watched, and the episode is just starting when Izuku sits down beside you, tucking himself by your side and draping an arm around your waist.

You’re more invested in watching Izuku’s expressions than in the show itself, and you barely notice when the end credits begin to play. You turn off the tv, and lean your head against Izuku. He shifts to wrap his arm around your shoulder, as you settle yourself.

“Are you feeling a bit better,” he asks after a few moments of silence.

You nod your head against his chest, snuggling closer against him. “I’m feeling a lot better. Thank you Izuku.” You tilt your head upwards so that you can look at his face, finding that he’s already staring at you with a gaze so tender that you feel bare, vulnerably so - as if he’s seeing into your deepest, most hidden crevices, seeing you for everything you are, but accepting you nevertheless. The feeling fills you up so completely that you nearly want to cry.

Izuku leans forward, closing the distance between you as he catches your lips with his own. You allow yourself to be taken willingly, rolling over onto your back as Izuku presses you against the couch cushions. Already, an electric warmth b up in your lower belly. The chaste motions of playful nips quickly give way to wet tongues and heavy breaths. With Izuku swirling his tongue inside you, exploring every crevice of your mouth, it’s impossible to ignore a heat building up inside you. You try to subtly lift your hips, in an attempt to get some sort of relieving friction by rubbing against Izuku’s thighs. But the boy pulls away from you, a playful smile across his face as his hands hold you down.

“Someone’s impatient,” he teases with an innocent freckled smile. It’s an adorable expression that you normally find endearing, but right now, it’s absolute torture.

“Izuku,” you beg. “Please, I need you so bad.”

His expression softens, but there’s still the tiniest bit of amusement in his otherwise gentle gaze. “You’re so needy today, Y/N,” Izuku says, as he lifts you up, bridal style, and carries you to the bedroom. Upon setting you on the bed, he reaches his hand down, slipping it below your skirt to press against your crotch, as he moves his fingers up and down in a way that’s just barely enough.

“More,” you plead. “Please fuck me, Izuku.”

Izuku leans down to kiss you once again. At the same time, his hand shifts his hand over slightly, slipping his fingers beneath the hem of your panties.

“So wet,” he sighs into your mouth, as he begins to rub small, tight circles against your clit. You can’t help but moan, grinding against him in order to gain even more pleasure. It feels so good, so good, so good, and you can feel the knot of arousal in your tummy stretching taut, close to snapping. Your head rolls back and your eyes flutter close as you prepare for a sweet release. But suddenly, Izuku’s movements stop, and he pulls his hand away from you, lifting it up from his mouth to suck your juices from his fingers.

You whine, feeling tears building up in your eyes because you need him so badly.

“Izuku,” you groan.

He looks down at you, eyes widening with concern. “Y/N, sweetie. I thought you wanted me to fuck you,” he explains.

You nod, watching as Izuku strips himself of his clothes, revealing his beautiful, toned body. Next, he removes your clothing as well, leaving you bare for him to fully admire. He kisses you again, as his hands trail across your body. They eventually settle at your breasts, as his thumbs brush against your already hard nipples. Your breath hitches in your throat, and Izuku pulls away to admire your pleasure.

“So beautiful,” he breathes, as he lowers his hand towards your chest, and flicks a tongue against one of the hard buds. You moan at the ministrations, as Izuku unravels you, bit by bit. “So fucking beautiful.”

Wanting him to feel some pleasure too, you reach down until your fingers meet his length. He’s so delightfully hard, as you wrap your hand around the shaft, brushing your fingers against the weeping head. Izuku breath hitches, causing him to suck hard on your nipple.

“Fuck,” he moans. “Y/N, I need you. I need you so bad.”

You spread your legs wide, allowing him easy access to your dripping core. “Please,” you answer.

Izuku brushes his fingers against your lower lips, shutting his eyes tight in delight as he feels just how much you want him. Then, he opens those green orbs again, admiring you.

“Is it okay if I’m a little rough?”

“Just fuck me, Izuku,” you beg, not caring if (actually kind of hoping) that he tears you apart.

His smile shifts, changing from his usual warm grin to one that radiates power. He leans in close to you, and whispers against your ear, “Then on your knees for me, slut.”

You didn’t think you could get any more wet, but hearing Izuku sound so dominant has your arousal building up all over again. You flip yourself over, kneeling on the bed with your chest pressed against the mattress, giving Izuku a lovely view. He presses his fingers against your crotch again and begins to finger you in earnest, inserting two fingers inside of you right off the bat, scissoring and stretching you out in preparation. His other hand grabs at your ass cheeks, squeezing and slapping them to make them jiggle. He adds a third finger inside of you, and you feel like you might cum right now. You turn your head, wanting Izuku to see your face, wanting him to see exactly how he’s making you feel.

He’s already watching you when you turn around, stroking his cock to the rhythm that his fingers are moving inside of you. And then, he removes his fingers, and you almost cry at the absence. But soon, you’re being filled in a new way, as Izuku aligns his cock with your wetness, and pushes inside of you. His thickness fills you up to the brim, practically spilling out of your tight pussy. Izuku groans as he bottoms out, and you’re moaning so loudly that you try to bury your face in the blankets.

But Izuku grabs your hair lightly, yanking your head upwards.

“Let me hear how good I make you feel,” he orders.

You respond with a mewl, as you feel him pull out halfway before ramming back into you. Fuck, it feels so good.

“Izuku,” you call out over and over again.

The boy chuckles as he squeezes your ass, watching as it bounces against him. “Guess you just needed my cock, huh?” he asks, though he doesn’t give you a chance to respond as he fucks you senseless.

You so badly want to feel more, so you reach down to rub little circles against your clit, but Izuku pushes your hand aside. Instead, he grabs you by the waist, and sits down, so that you’re now riding him, bouncing up and down on his dick. The slapping sound of wet skin on skin fills the room, and the delicious smell of sex permeates the air. Izuku brings one hand to your chest, squeezing hard at your nipples, as his other hand rubs your clit forcefully. He kisses your neck, leaving love marks all along your skin. At last, his lips reach the sensitive spot behind your ear, as he breathes against the tender skin there. His hands come to rest at your hips, helping you to bounce onto him with extra force.

“I-I’m gonna cum,” you cry.

“That’s my girl,” Izuku whispers, sucking at the lobe of your ear. “Let go completely for me, okay?”

There’s one bounce where he hits you just right, and you aim for that sweet spot. With you being so deliciously tight, and wet, and warm around him, it only takes a few more pumps for Izuku to come undone, his fingers pressing into your hip bones where they’ll surely leave marks against your skin, as his cum fills you up completely. Before long, your own orgasm hits. Your eyes flutter close as you at last reach your climax, squeezing every last drop of the sweet milk from Izuku’s cock, mixing it with your own to create the most lovely of mixes.

After a few minutes of panting, Izuku asks shyly, “Was that okay? Was I too rough?”

You shake your head. “That was really nice,” you answer.

Izuku sighs, relieved that you enjoyed yourself, before lifting you off of his cock. White cream spills out of you as you stand on shaky legs, and you feel heat rise to your cheeks, embarrassed. Despite there being no external sign of your shyness, Izuku presses a kiss to your forehead.

“Let’s clean up, shall we,” he suggests, sweeping you up into his arms and carrying you to the bathroom for a shower. Izuku lavishes you with care, massaging soap into your skin, and gently cleaning out the cum that he left inside of you. You sigh as you lean against him, happy to be sharing this intimate moment with the man you love. After getting cleaned, you throw on a clean shirt and shorts, and Izuku pulls on some lounge pants and a t-shirt. He quickly changes the sheets, before pulling you onto the bed beside him and enveloping you in his arms. “Are you feeling a bit better?” he asks, as he rubs gentle circles against your back.

You nod. “Much better. Thank you, dear.” You tilt your head up to look at him, at the sweet and kind man who’s always so caring with you. “I love you.”

Izuku pulls you closer to him, nuzzling his nose against the curls of your hair. “I love you too,” he answers. You close your eyes, sleepy from the long day, feeling safe and warm in this moment. Suddenly, the day that had started out so badly, doesn’t seem so awful anymore. How could it, with Izuku right here by your side?

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the-melting-world · 4 years

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Kinktober | There is No Spoon 🍋

Kipling x Dante

Big thanks to @arcanecadenza for letting me borrow Dante! I am in love with this pairing. I CANNOT stop thinking about them. Expect many, many, many fics with these two. I might just fuck around and write a damn book because who’s gonna stop me?

For context of Kipling and Dante’s first meeting, check out this fic: Between the Pages

CW: begging, distracted sex, anal penetration, oral

~ 1.7k words

It’s been some time since Kipling Bronne last saw Dante Aleghieri . The humble gardener missed the shy, dark-haired alchemist she met in the library while he was away. They had only begun to get to know each other before his job required that he leave town. They promised to meet up again if he were ever to pass through Vesuvia.

Kipling’s POV:

Kipling remembered Dante telling her that he liked tomato soup. Well, that was nice. So did she, but she couldn’t just make him plain old tomato soup for dinner. That wouldn’t make her stand out in his mind. No, she had to prepare this soup a little differently.

Carrots. That would add depth to the flavor without going overboard. And herbs. Lots and lots of herbs. Also cream. To add some body and smooth out the taste.

Kipling was in the middle of reaching for her jar of thyme when there was a sudden knock at the door. Her gut tightened.

Relax, Kipling. It’s probably just a client.

Kipling set the stove fire down to a simmer and went to the front door to find that… it was definitely not a client waiting for her.

“Dante!” Kipling drew a sharp breath in the presence of her still very new, very awkward crush. Though he was much too early, she put on a welcoming smile for him.

“Dinner’s not ready yet, but come in. It’s good to see y–”

Dante stumbled right into her, his ungainly limbs gathering her up against his chest. Kipling had forgotten how broad and rough his hands were. His lankiness, his largeness. She had forgotten how tentative and at the same time how forward he was with his affection.

Kipling kissed him back, letting go of those annoying formalities that the time away had planted in her head. When they had both got some of that longing for each other out of their systems, Dante finally pulled back and apologized for arriving so early.

Standing so close, Kipling could only concentrate on the beauty mark in the center of his lower lip.

“It’s good to see you too.” He said so with the awareness of where her attention was fixed.

Kipling felt her smile become a bit warmer as she tugged him inside. She asked him to tell her about his travels after she pulled up a stool for him at her kitchen island and returned to the soup.

Dante only managed to summarize a few of his harrowing adventures before he kept stopping and sniffing the air. Kipling didn’t comment on it, but allowed herself a satisfied smile as she kept her back to him. She knew it would only be a matter of time before…

“Sorry, I keep getting distracted because this smell is just... incredible.”

Just as Kipling suspected, Dante drifted up behind her, close enough to embrace her if he wanted to. She steadied her nerves while she took her narrow, wooden spoon and scooped some of the opaque, sunny broth. Holding up the spoon and turning slightly, she offered it to her guest.

Kipling kept her grin in check as Dante eagerly sampled her work in progress.

“Oh.” His eyelids fluttered as he savored the taste and went back to the spoon to suck off the rest.

“Kipling, that’s really, really good.”

The humble gardener dipped the spoon in the pot and offered it up a second time.

“Do you want some more?”

Dante was nodding before Kip even finished the question. This time, as she brought the spoon close to his mouth, she angled her head towards his neck and walked her lips up to his jawline. Dante, unsurprisingly, could not contain any of his shy, breathless noises. There was something kind of irresistible about the particular way he became flustered. It managed to both excite and embolden Kipling.

Kip started to take down Dante’s hair just as he undid his pants.

“Um…”

Kipling withdrew, noticing that it wasn’t her Dante was looking at, but at the spoon. She too stared for a moment before she understood.

Dante finally fell out of his own trance, his sun-baked complexion broken by a dark band of blush as he met her gaze.

Kipling twirled the spoon between her fingers. “I have some salve in the bathroom. The soup needs someone to watch it. Think you can handle that?”

He gave another one of his enthusiastic nods. Kipling left to go rinse off the spoon and find that lemongrass salve that she knew was hiding somewhere…

When Kipling returned, she was relieved to see that Dante hadn’t ruined their dinner. Still, she turned the stove back down to a simmer so she could take care of her guest.

As soon as Dante recognized the smooth product coating the length of the spoon, he surprised Kipling with another round of hungry kisses. Kipling helped him get his pants down to his ankles. She remained standing and moved beside him, making it easier to work with both hands. After squeezing the precum from his cock and giving her thumb a swift suck, she met Dante’s gaze.

“You’re supposed to be watching the pot, remember?”

Dante’s features flashed with brief panic before he caught on to Kip’s little game.

“Right.” His low-lidded gaze gave him away. Playing along, he focused on the barely simmering soup and spread his legs a little wider. Meanwhile Kipling teased his rim with the fingers she coated in salve earlier. Then she pressed the head of the narrow spoon into his warm opening. With her other hand, she pumped his cock, pausing every so often to inch the spoon deeper.

Dante was not watching the pot.

He grunted a lot, and would turn to give Kipling a hot, flustered kiss before breaking away just to groan some more.

Trapping his bottom lip between his teeth, he hissed, “Oh gods. Kip, I-I don’t want to come yet.”

Kipling didn’t want that either, so she eased the spoon out and let go of his cock.

“That’s good,” she said as she went to the sink to wash off, “because no one’s coming tonight until we finish our dinner.”

Dante fumbled with his pants. “I beg your pardon?”

Kipling smiled cheerfully. “Bowls are on that shelf over there. Help yourself to as much as you want and meet me at the table.”

***

Dante’s POV:

I need her to eat my ass. I need her to eat my ass. I need her to eat my –

Dante’s mind raced, coming up with all the reasons why Kipling might say no. She had been such an accommodating host so far, but what if he was asking for too much?

He definitely could have shown better manners since he showed up. Up until he arrived at Kipling’s doorstep, he had no plans on kissing her. Yet somehow that happened before he even said a word of greeting. But how could he stand a chance? When Kipling opened that door, she unleashed a wave of delightful scents. Herbs and olive oil from the kitchen. And then there was the halo of seawater and coconut extract that no doubt lived in her hair and on her skin. Her light brown eyes had regarded him with surprise and then instant acceptance, perhaps even longing.

It might have been a mistake to kiss the gardener so soon, but he forgot about his regret when he felt her reaction. So sensitive to every touch, leaning into him with such intensity. As if her magic carried the weight of an entire ocean. Her walls disintegrated fast, revealing the Kipling that he had met in the library. Curious, observant, and intent on testing her knowledge in ways he least expected.

Kipling must have noticed that Dante wasn’t eating because she lifted her gaze and gestured to the soup that he barely touched.

“Are you going to finish that?”

Dante blinked away his reverie. Then he sighed and shook his head.

“I’m so sorry, Kipling. You went through all this trouble, but I don’t think I can enjoy this meal until...”

The ghost of a smirk graced the gardener’s freckled face as she arched a dark brow. None of which was helpful to Dante in that moment.

He started to ramble. “What you were doing earlier with the spoon was… generous, but I’m afraid I don’t deserve your hospitality –”

“Dante,” Kipling interrupted, “speak to me plainly. What are you trying to say?”

She knew damn well what he meant.

Still, Dante needed to be honest.

“I want you to be the spoon, Kip. The way you kissed me, I just thought if –”

Kipling got up from her side of the table and came over to where he was. He stood up too.

“When I’m finished,” she said, her voice low and husky, “that bowl of soup better be empty.”

Dante swallowed. “Oh gods, of course.” Then he whispered, “Thank you.”

Kipling’s eyes softened before she spared him one last slow kiss.

“You’re sweet, Dante. Enough that you don’t ever need to beg. Still,” she stole a glance, “I really like it when you do.”

If Kipling wanted him to beg, then Dante would beg all night if he had to.

“Kip, please… be the spoon.”

Dante moved in a little closer, brushing his erection against her leg so she could know how desperate he was. How much he needed her.

He didn’t know how many times he said please. Kipling impressed him with her ability to appear stoic. But finally, she relented and told him to pull down his pants. When he did, the smell of the lemongrass lubricant kissed the air, still clinging to his skin from before.

“Lie down,” Kipling instructed, bending him over the edge of the table while dropping down to her knees. Dante remembered his orders from earlier and focused on eating his soup. But once Kip warmed up his ass with her fingers and started exploring with her tongue, his mind blanked.

Dante was acutely aware of the flux of pressure as Kipling spread his cheeks apart and bobbed her head in a dreamy rhythm. He held onto the table like it was his only lifeline. He wished he had the fortitude to jerk himself off, but all he could manage to do was weep with fresh cum and pathetically hug the table.

“Uh, Dante? Are you all right?”

Dante shakily pried himself from the table and sort of melted in a heap on the floor next to Kip. Then he surprised her with a messy kiss, tasting remnants of the lemongrass salve and traces of his own sweat.

“I didn’t finish the soup. Sorry.”

He really was a rotten guest.

Kipling grinned. “Was I that good of a spoon?”

Dante looked down at his stiff length before reaching for Kipling’s wrist. Guiding her hand to where he needed her most, he said, “You were… more than good, Kip. Much more than that.”

#it's dante loving hours #plant babies come get your dante juice #the arcana kinktober #arcanakt #lemon #kipling the apprentice #kip of cups #oc dante #kipling x dante #the arcana #dapling

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the-scavengergirl · 4 years

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Be Delicate ( not the title )

Haven’t written a Reylo or any Fanfic in a hot minute. Thought I wrote this for someone, perhaps it was just for me. Who the fuck knows. And I’m teetering on maybe seeing my way out of the fandom, still not sure. So if you like this. Thank you, if not, that is fine as well.

Per usual I own no one. Not that characters, especially not the lovely Daisy or Adam. And certainly not the horrid song exile feat that got this stuck in my brain by miss T.swift.feat. the glorious Bon Iver So that being said. Lets carry on. Also some parts are memories so there are no confusion. Also may post this on AO3 same pen name <3 on with the Bullshit. Also the pic that was inspo isn’t mine, it was a screenshot from the movie clip.

It didn’t take her long. She’d always spot him out in a crowded room. It didn’t matter how many there were she’d always see him over everyone else. But it didn’t appear to go both ways. She’d been four drinks in when his head turned, the girl at his hip catching where his attention had gone off to, and everything came to a stand still.

I can see you standin', honey With his arms around your body Laughin' but the joke's not funny at all And it took you five whole minutes To pack us up and leave me with it Holdin' all this love out here in the hall

And she’d never hated him more in that moment. She had to press her fingers against her face to look at him properly in the lighting, the flickering catching the frame of the stupid issued glasses. The way the lights gave his nearly translucent skin an odd sort of glow. Never before had he looked more perfect.

She was already three steps ahead of his one as he came towards her, her head shaking slightly beneath the hat Poe had found her, stating it would go in the ridiculous outfit she was currently mucking around in, Her drink pressed so tightly to her mouth she was sure the glass would shatter. “ Please don’t--we can’t do this anymore Ben. There is nothing more to talk about.”

Rey watched the way his jaw shifted. Sometimes it was the only way to tell his mood, as he could be a man of few words. But Ben Solo was annoyed, he didn’t like being silenced. But they’d been down this road too many times. And she was done.

“ It is quite obvious what has happened, and I’m tired of it. You’ve played me as a fool, and I let myself believe you actually had feelings for a girl like me. I believed you Ben--”

I think I've seen this film before And I didn't like the ending You're not my homeland anymore So what am I defendin' now? You were my town Now I'm in exile seein' you out I think I've seen this film before

The tears were never part of the game. She thought when she and Poe had shared a bottle of wine prior to coming, and his grand idea of changing her style that had her ready to face the real issue...Ben Solo.

But he always had a way of looking about her that made her feel as if he were undressing her. And not always in a way that sent shivers down her spine. As if she were to be reprimanded at any given moment, the way she had been time and time again back in the home and she hated it, because he knew that about her. He knew everything about her. She’d laid herself open for him like an open book, and he’d thrown it in her face. Just as he’d promised not to.

“ You’re running Rey. You know you can’t run forever. Not from me.”

It was as if Poe could see her panic, pulling her from the place where she shook, and yet remained rooted in place, unable to walk away. Because Poe knew, she’d never be able to walk away. She did have that power, no matter how toxic their relationship had grown. And their last fight had done her in, Ben’s words a seething venom that even Poe felt hit extra hard, especially hard when he knew where she’d come from, promising to love her, to fix all the pieces that had been broken. Split wide open.

I can see you starin', honey Like he's just your understudy Like you'd get your knuckles bloody for me Second, third, and hundredth chances Balancin' on breaking branches Those eyes add insult to injury

“ You come from nothing. You’re nothing.” She couldn’t describe the sound that left her, only the feel of the glass as it slipped from her fingers, shattering to pieces, one shard catching her in the pad of her foot, due to the stupid sandals that Poe said would be a smart purchase.

Her body pitched backwards as if she’d been thrown, an invisible force propelling her away from him as she felt something along the plains of her cheeks, doting them like the constellation like freckles she hated so. *Tears*.

“But you said--”

“Who the fuck cares what I said Rey. What about the things you said. What about the promises you’ve made, and broken. I’m done. I told you that. Rey it’s been 6 months. I told you, it was time to let old things die, and you couldn’t--you wouldn’t do it so I’m done. We are done. In case you didn’t notice that one.”

Of course he’d use her past against her. The one thing he promised he’d never do. If there was one thing Rey wasn’t proud of it was how she’d treated him. In the end. She knew in the process of finding herself she’d treated him horribly. His childhood had been difficult as well, and perhaps after their first breakup, when they stood shouting at one another, anger radiating off of them in waves as they stood in the rain outside his uncles they should have called it quits. But they were electric, like two magnets, when things were bad nothing could bring them together. But when things were good, they were drawn together so tightly, it was like they seeped into each others every being.

“ Yes--I’ve noticed Ben. You’ve made that very clear. In every text. In every call. In every attempt at getting into touch with you. Yes this is some plot, such a great one, poor Rey, so desperate she had to involve your Mother.”

Rey hadn’t realized the magnitude or the moment in which the octave of her voice changed, only that everything sounded like she was trapped in a tunnel, and everything around them seemed to fade out. The noise around them suddenly reverting to nearly nothing.

“ I forgot the world revolved around Benjamin Organa Solo. Maybe if you answered your fucking phone I wouldn’t have to search you out, but forget it. And just so you know, this wasn’t about us. I give a fuck about us. I’m actually packed up, I won’t be a problem to you anymore so don’t worry. It’s your dad Ben….he’s sick. Thought you’d want to know since you won’t speak to anyone but what’s her name right here.”

I think I've seen this film before And I didn't like the ending I'm not your problem anymore So who am I offending now? You were my crown Now I'm in exile seein' you out I think I've seen this film before So I'm leavin' out the side door

She didn’t wait for Poe, or remember her feet carrying her to the car, only the feel of the way the shard of glass dug further into her foot, and the way the blood seeped and flowed across the bridge of her foot freely as she pushed down on the break.

Seattle rain had always been one of Rey’s least and most favorite things about where she lived. Some Days it made her want to do nothing more than tuck herself away in the depths of her blankets and sleep until little glimmers of sun broke through, and that could be days. It wasn’t until she met Ben, with his boundless bursts of energy, and his stupid need for a dog, the one she ended up with that gave her an excuse to pry herself out of bed on the harder days, after copious amounts of coffee of course.

But as she pulled away, Ben screaming her name the rain made her more unsettled than it ever had. She was glad she couldn’t see her phone, knowing she’d forgotten to remove that picture of him. Her fingers reached for the dial to turn whatever song was playing.

All this time We always walked a very thin line You didn't even hear me out (You didn't even hear me out) You never gave a warning sign (I gave so many signs) many signs) So many signs So many signs (You didn't even see the signs)

It sounded like the blade of a handsaw being pressed against her ear despite the fact she was in her own car. Her eyes widened in horror as she watched the car from behind her hydroplane across into the other lane hitting not only the oncoming car, but the guardrail. It took another 30 seconds for her to realize, and the moment her head made contact with the widow a sickening crack reverberating through the cab. It was then and only then through the sticky trickle of blood she realized it was Ben’s car that had slammed into her after ricocheting across the two lane highway like some sick game of pinball.

They always said in moments of trauma, your body floods with adrenaline, the shock taking over so the pain becomes nearly nonexistent. But with Rey this was not the case. The lights were blinding, and she couldn’t for the life of her figure out where the horrifying screaming was coming from, until she realized it was coming from her. But nothing she was saying made sense, and then there were hands, soft, soothing.

“ Hi honey, my name is Rose. You’ve been in an accident. Can you tell me your name?”

“ Ben--is”

“ Your name is Ben? I need to keep your head still sweet girl, you have a cervical collar and some facial swelling.I need to know your name if you can.”

“ No my name is Rey--the other was he brought in? He is Ben--I’m fine I need to know if he is alright.”

But she wasn’t fine. The swelling in her brain was severe enough it took 4 days under constant watch, and intervention to get it to a point where the doctors felt she was out of the woods. 4 days before they lifted her from that dark and heavy underwater feeling where time never changed. 4 days before she saw Rose again.

The human body at nearly 200lbs endures the average impact force of 43,050lbf traveling at 65mph, assuming the driver was wearing a seatbelt. Meaning the body feels like it's getting hit with a mass of 43,035lbs. But knowing Ben, in his anger, and the fact on more occasions than not he would forego the seatbelt all together, complaining that they needed to survey people his size as to make proper seat belt placement so they weren’t so fucking usless and uncomfortable.

Therefore changing the schematics drastically, a person Ben’s size, of nearly 200lbs, because he’d taken up the gym again, and quite diligently from what Rey could see, a man of Ben’s size at nearly 200lbs traveling without a seat belt at 65mph would endure the average impact force of 215,248 lbf. Meaning on initial impact with the oncoming car it felt like getting hit with a mass of 215,174 lbs.

An African Bush Elephant weighs 13,000lbs.

Ben was hit upon impact, with the weight of sixteen African Bush Elephants before hitting the guardrail, and bouncing off of her. *Sixteen*. And didn’t die upon impact.

That had to speak for something.

She thought she could see his face, in the darkness. Perhaps it had been wishful thinking, or the drugs they pumped through her veins. She didn’t hear anything Rose said to her after that, the number sixteen playing over and over in her mind like some annoying buzzing noise that wouldn’t go away.

Of course she didn’t need to be told he was gone, she could feel it. She startled awake, the only thing to greet her was the beep of the machines hooked to every bit of her being. And she just knew. She couldn’t feel him, from the moment she’d seen him across the library there was something about him. The way he’d smiled at her, making her shift uncomfortably from where she was hidden in the stacks, there was this connection. Like he’d split her whole being open with that one look and nod of his head. She was done for.

“Do you believe in soulmates?”

His voice was low and lulling. And she could honestly listen to him speak about anything well into the hours that would make her regret life in the morning. And that was exactly what was happening. She’d just been dozing off when he fired off one of his questions, the bed dipping with his weight which meant he’d turn to face her. His fingers brushing a curl from her face and removing the glasses she’d forgotten to remove in her drowsy state.

“ What? Soulmates--what are you on about?”

She didn’t turn on her side the way he had, instead opting to simply turn her head a bit on the pillow. Perhaps afraid of what she’d find if she really looked at him.

“ Yes, soulmates. I mean I’m not sure I believe in the everyone has someone made for them and that fucking garbage, but we’ve gone to the same school for years. We’ve had classes, and not said a word or given each other a glance.”

“ You did lop me in the head with your paper while I was at the pottery wheel that one time.”

“ Yes, but it wasn’t intentional, and you didn’t move. So irrelevant. But never once did we really pay each other any mind, brushed shoulders, passed things without glances, or words beyond our work. Then one day, it was like something just aligned, and you were right there, and you looked up, and I knew you felt it too.”

She wanted to tell him he was fucking crazy. To ask him if he’d eaten one of Hux’s fucking edibles again. But she could tell from his tone he was serious.

“ Yea, maybe. It would be nice you know…”

Ben didn’t answer, instead allowing his fingers that he’d held in the air like a giant web, as if tracing the stars to fall over her face, giving it a gentle squeeze before tightening his hold to place a kiss on her lips. No further words exchanged. Only the soft sound of his breathing as it evened out in sleep.

Rey had wanted to pretend she was asleep that night.She was selfish like that. She’d been exhausted from being hunched over the pottery wheel all day, and then her shift at the gallery seemed never ending. And so when they finally climbed into bed nearing 1 a.m. She just wanted to sleep.

She was glad she stayed up that night.

Because he’d been right. She had felt him the moment he looked at her. And now she couldn’t and she’d never felt so alone. And she’d grown up alone. She knew loneliness. Until Ben came along, filling all those spaces as if they’d never existed.

“Rey--”

The noise caught her off guard, causing her to bump herself against the bed in a way that made her realize just how poorly she was, her eyes falling on the frame of Leia Organa nee Solo and then once again Solo. Her normally pristine appearance looking about as wonderful as Rey was sure she looked.

“ You had me as your next of kin, in case of emergency, after Ben…”

It was not only the tone in which Leia spoke, but her last words that solidified Rey’s assumptions. Between that and her hesitant and careful approach, and the emptiness and fluttering anxiety that was threatening to burst from her chest, Rey wasn’t sure if she could handle it, her finger reaching for the button hoping for at least some small miracle that the kind woman Rose would appear, because if she was about to be told what she knew, she didn’t think she’d be able to bare it. It would kill her.

“ You’re awake. Miss Organa you’re here. Oh honey--”

One look from Rose’s face Rey knew the woman was slowly piecing everything together.

“ Alright, let's get this in and sit you up a bit yeah?”

Rey didn’t ask questions, allowing the small womans hands to do its work. She watched as she scurried out, Leia remaining rooted in her place, but out of the way, a syringe making its appearance and then disappearing again. As she suspected the medicine was for her nerves, a wave of calm settled over her, followed by Rose as she sat besides Rey, her fingers plucking at the small brush.

“ Ms. Organa, why don’t you take a seat.I did this while we had you sedated and resting. You got horrible knots. So let's keep that up, what do you think?”

Rey was used to this sort of talk, the social workers would use deflection to let her know her parents, or her mother in particular, weren't coming. She supposed it was to make the let down easier. And in a way it worked. It was soothing she supposed.

“He’s gone isn’t he?”

I think I've seen this film before And I didn't like the ending You're not my homeland anymore So what am I defending now? You were my town Now I'm in exile seein' you out I think I've seen this film before So I'm leaving out the side door

She figured she’d save them both the trouble. Rose was a godsend and Leia looked as if she couldn’t do or say another thing.

“ He is, would you like to see him?”

The sheer thought of him still being in the same place as her, but not really existing, sent Rey’s stomach turning, and poor Rose didn’t have a moment to escape, not that there was much. It was violent, and clawing. And it rolled through her in waves.

“ We wanted to give you the option first.”

It was Leia this time. Who’d finally come to Rey’s side. Her fingers holding Rey’s as Rose held the small basin, whispering nonsensical words of encouragement.

“ No--why would I want to see him. He is gone. I killed him.”

Her cries must have been loud, she vaguely remembered a passing nurse placing a sign outside her door before closing it. Apparently it was something they did. All Rey knew was she wanted to be alone, more alone than she already was.

“ No my dear, you didn’t kill him. You more than anyone else knew how Ben was with his temper, and the rain that, especially up the pass.It was no one’s fault, no one but his own. He drove like an idiot. It could have happened to anyone.”

She could tell even Leia had a hard time believing her words. And yet she said them with no blame, so kindly. As if she really believed Rey was completely innocent.

“ We’d been fighting though, at that damn party. I’d gone by to talk to him, because he wouldn’t answer me. He was avoiding me. And we fought, he doesn’t even understand anything. He would hear me out, he was making assumptions. And it wasn’t until I mentioned Han. But I needed to go. I was just going to let him stew in his own misery for a bit. But he followed me--if I’d just spoken to him. Or answered my phone. I could have told him to pull off.”

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She hadn’t attended the funeral. Rey was released three days before. Instead she fetched what was left of her life, and with Poe driving headed back to blistering Arizona.

Staying away was simple. At least for a while, until she couldn’t. Demons always had a way of making themselves known. And she couldn’t run away from what had happened and Ben forever.

Of course the weather would be the exact sort she hated when the plane landed, cold and drizzly. The sort that clung to you, damp, unrelentless. Ben’s favorite. Especially if there was a fog.

It took them a bit longer to get off the plane, with an infant, and cripple. Poe’s wheelchair being placed in the back of the plane rather than the front.

“ Just think when I get my Prosthetic--”

“When you get your Prosthetic you wont be fucking useless, this is like having two kids. Come on, there is your wheelchair, hold Brynlee.”

Rey watched as her best friend slid over magically with her three month old daughter, with one arm, she could barely do anything with two, and yet he managed it impeccably, having only one leg.

“ Come on Benny, your mama is in a mood. I think she is nervous. But you shouldn’t be.”

Benny was Poe’s name for Brynlee, whose given name was Brynlee Lynn Organa Solo. Lynn after Poe’s Mother. At first Rey had been livid, but the more he did it, opting to do it quietly, or in the other rooms, or passing, the more she got used to it, and it was a tie to Brynlee’s father. As if her looks weren’t enough.

“ There you are, I’m sorry we are late, oh my.”

Rey knew exactly what Leia meant. Her daughter's firm stare from beneath the dark waves of hair, the bow of her lips when she was concentrating on something, was all her father. She even had his fingers.

“ Yes indeed, she has quite the temper and appetite. Would you like to hold her?”

From the moment her daughter had been brought into the world, with her best friend at her side, three weeks early, Rey had kept her mostly to herself. That emptiness she’d felt when she lost Ben, slowly felt as if it were dissipating. As if pieces of herself were being woven back together. As if somehow through their daughter.It was as if he was with her again. Although she knew she’d never feel complete without him again.

“ Hey kid.”

Rey had become so enthralled in watching Leia with her granddaughter, her fascination making it obvious she too was feeling much of what Rey often felt, and saw. That she hadn’t noticed the approach of Ben’s dad until his frame loomed over her, pulling her into a one sided hug, tucking her into his frame.

Han wasn’t as tall as his son, but he was by no means short in stature, tall enough to provide the relief Rey needed in that moment.

“How are you feeling? Is--”

“ It’s good, it’s good. I’m still taking it easy. It’s weird some days. Like some days I’ll be in the shop working on the Falcon, and it’s like I can just feel him more with it you know. Or does that sound weird. I am getting old, you know.”

She knew it would happen, the topic would be approached, the flood gates would open, the tears would be shed. But she didn’t think it would happen in the middle of Seatac airport. And certainly not because the discussion of the donation of Ben’s heart to his Father.

“ Can I hear it? Please--I just.”

“ Come here kid.”

“You know if you press your nose like this and stare really hard you look like a cyclops.”

He had to be high, she was sure of it. Hux always used him as the guinea pig, and with his sheer size he felt the need to eat the entire whatever the fuck it was Hux was testing. And it never ended well. Never. It was the only logical reason. And now his face was pressed so tightly to her own she couldn’t breathe. And he was laughing the most hideous laugh she’d ever heard.

“ Thank you? I think.”

She couldn’t get much out of him, a hum before a fit of laughter again, and then just like that he was serious again.

“ I liked the cyclops things, you know like in where the wild things are. That was one of my favorite books when I was little. Dad was the one I actually made read it to me nonstop. I think he finally hid it.”

She could only shrug her shoulders, her head shaking gently as she watched him lift his head, his fuzzy gaze taking her in as if to see if she were simply joking.

“ Wait, you don’t know where the wild things are?”

“ Not everyone gets goodnight stories Ben.”

Her past wasn’t something they often got into unless Ben pried. And it usually ended in argument, which was why she avoided it. She often tried to justify bad behavior, and why she was the way she was, and Ben wouldn’t stand for it, especially when it caused her to act a certain way towards him.

“ So what did you have? Didn’t you have something you liked like that?”

“ Yes, I had a stuffed bear, and I’m sure at some point it talked, but no one would replace it’s batteries. So when you pressed its hand the sound sounded like a heartbeat. And at night I’d lay with it and press it. It made me feel safe.”

Ben had never experienced such things that Rey had gone through. Of course his parents had been busy with work. So often he’d get taken to his Uncle Luke, whom he’d been close to until they had a falling out. And then there was the nannies. It was his parents' lack of presence that finally sent him out on his own at 17, as soon as he graduated. While he stayed in the state, he refused to have many interactions other than the ones that were obligatory. Not until his parents accepted fault and their wrong doing, without excuse.

“It got taken away, and I’m assuming it was thrown out. I was told I was too old. And that was that.”

Rey could see his face clearly, even with her eyes closed. Her arms wrapped tightly around Han, who she’d hugged plenty of times in the past at family gatherings. Knowing exactly what his heartbeat sounded like, and the one she currently was hearing was not that. It was Ben’s.

And she later learned there were no Cyclops things in Where the wild things are.

“ That is why you always fall asleep with your head on my chest.”

She wiped her eyes quickly, her fingers pressing against Han’s chest as she released a shaky breath. Part of her having a hard time wrapping around the fact she’d just heard the heartbeat of someone she’d thought was gone forever. A heartbeat she’d longed to hear for the rest of her life.

“ I know kid, I know. Lets get home.”

Rey opted to sleep the entire drive, taking one of the proffered anxiety pills that had been prescribed and collected per Leia. Leia sat in the back with Brynlee nestled tightly and safely between them, sleeping peacefully, while Poe chatted with Han from the front.

It was dark by the time they reached the house, and the rain had begun to pick up. And for a solid five minutes Rey stood in the doorway of the house, listening, and waiting, wondering if she’d made a mistake.

The house was too quiet, Rey kept expecting Ben to jump out from the corner scaring her half to death, causing her to drop her coffee, or throw him a punch.

It wasn’t until she’d gotten Brynlee to sleep that she finally had a moment. Changing, and sitting in the living room, surrounded by so many things that were him. And what should have been overwhelming for the first time was comforting. Seeing so much of him.

Rey found Ben’s parents chatting with Poe, as she expected, dropping into the space her friend had made, handing him the baby monitor, signaling he was on baby duty, minus feedings. Removing her glasses to wipe the gritty feeling from her eyes and buy her more time, Rey finally settled in her place.

“ I want to tell you what happened.”

There was a shift in the atmosphere, a tangible one. And for a moment it set Rey on edge, making her wonder if she was picking the wrong time, or if she were making a mistake. But was there ever a right time?

And if she were going to be living at the Solo’s until she got a place of her own, and moving back wouldn’t it be best to get it off her chest right from the get go?

“ I need you to know.”

“ Rey, we’ve never once questioned, or thought--”

But she wouldn’t hear any of it. They deserved the truth. The truth their son wouldn’t hear. She wouldn’t be silenced again. She didn’t want anyone else thinking differently of her.

“ I didn’t help my mother. I didn’t break my word. He told me if I helped her again we were done. She was sober, and one of the times she was sober before she’d told me one of her case workers was diagnosed with cancer, that they had an amazing Oncologist. That doctor specialized in certain things. I only called her and spoke with her because I needed that information. Leia...Han. Other than Ben, Poe is the only family I had.”

“ You had us Kid…”

Han’s words tore through her like a molten blade, hot and leaving her raw, and for the first time since the accident, it left her feeling as if she couldn’t breathe.

“ Yes, but Ben was making it very clear there would be consequences if I continued to have contact with my Mother, she was causing issues in our relationship. But this time it wasn’t that sort of interaction, but he wouldn’t even listen to me. But in his respect she did fall off the wagon 3 weeks later. But I just needed the doctor's name, for Poe’s leg.”

“ Yea, might not be alive now if it wasn’t for that doctor. Not only was he amazing, but the cost. I’d never have been able to afford it, and that is with my wheelchair, they’ll pay for a prosthetic if I want one, and car modifications.

Rey was thankful for Poe’s chime in, although she was quite sure it was unnecessary, she knew Ben’s parents didn’t need nor necessarily want a play by play as to what took place. They more than anyone knew their son’s temper and what he was capable of.

It was Leia who collected Rey, followed by Han as he ushered them towards the room.

She stilled at the doorway, she’d slept in the room nearly as many times as her own at one point. And if she breathed deeply enough it was like she could smell him there, a notion she knew was crazy.Not with the way Leia was about cleaning. But the more she stood rooted, the more it permeated around her. Making her feel crazy.

“There is a box, well boxes. In the closet. We thought you’d like to go through it”

So that was it, she wasn’t crazy. And perhaps Leia wasn’t attuned to it the way she was, her head nodding as her legs magnetically seemed to draw towards where she’d been directed.

A sound behind her signaled perhaps Leia had wanted to say more, before Han had ushered her out, opting to check on Benny from what Rey could guess, and join Poe once more. There were more than a few boxes, each one marked with his name. But it wouldn’t be hard to figure what was what. Her arms straining to reach the top one, Leia ever the logical one, and Rey had been right, it was the one she’d wanted, the touch of fabric greeting her fingers at the handles nearly causing her to drop the box.

Setting the box on the bed, Rey closed the bedroom door with a quiet click. Before moving towards her favorite window. Their window. Flashes of moments with Ben playing behind her eyes as she grasped the box settling on the floor. She wanted no other distractions. Just this.

She was surprised to find his pants on top, the order making no sense to her, but as she unfolded the clean fold of the heavy material she knew she wouldn’t be able to hold the tears in long, not when remembered the last time she’d seen this exact pair, draped sloppily over her corner chair, the one that she hunched over to study in the earliest hours of the morning.

“ Ben--your pants please.”

She could hear the thundering footsteps, most likely in their kitchen, followed by the giggled that he saved for when he knew he was going to annoy her.

“ No, they’re fine. You worry about too many things Rey. Just live a little.”

His words, had done their job, because she now stood before him.And just the sight of him in his work shirt and underwear and stupid beanie made her a little less annoyed. Especially when he looked at her the way he was.

“ Ben you’re a nightmare. Pick up your fucking pants.Please, because there will be another pair on top of their friends tomorrow and--”

“ And you are too uptight, and isn’t that what I have you for? And to make sure I don’t starve.”

He was lucky she was shoe less that day, an entire mouthful of milk falling from his mouth and onto her shoulder, making her gag. But it didn’t stop him. It never did, instead he simply shoved another spoonful of the disgusting matter before pressing his lips to hers firmly, pulling away only to chew twice and swallow.

“ You won’t ever get rid of me, remember. That feeling. You and me.”

She could only nod, untangling herself from him, unable to take him seriously when he spoke like that. The intensity shaking her to her core. And in the next moment, he was swatting her in the bottom with an old piece of mail. Another thing he promised to take care of, and forgot.

“ Hey Rey--I love you.”

His words stopped her retreat. They weren’t said often, and the fact he’d stopped grazing on his awful bowl of cereal, his voice so soft she actually had to focus or she wouldn’t have heard it, she knew he meant it.

“ I know--”

She always felt sometimes she should have said more, she often professed her love, and they’d decided there wasn’t a need to reply to it every time it was said, there were moments like this, in which sometimes it needed to be one sided.

“ Ben--put your fucking pants away though.”

The simplicity of words after such a moment was worth hearing his laughter again, although the combination between it and his eating is what nightmares were made of, and in the end she put the pants away. And as she held them, she was thankful Leia kept them. But knowing Leia she kept everything.

It didn’t take her long to find it, and she didn’t look at it at all, he had three, one being the one he’d worn *that* night, but it had been very clear, that had been the newer of the set. The one she fetched out was the oldest, torn in one spot, stretched out, and soft. And every fiber of it smelled like him, and she slipped it over her head, feeling the sleeves reach past her finger tips for a single moment it felt as if he was holding her.

There was no concept of time as she sat at the window, a soft knock interrupting her thoughts, Poe sliding through the door on his crutches, face softening at the sight of his friend. “ Lets get you to bed kiddo. Want me to fold these up?”

A wave of panic rolled through her, causing her to jump up from her place, grabbing the pants and few other items that had gathered around her.

“ Okay kiddo, no worries. I get it. You don’t want it smelling like anyone else. I was like that when my mom died. But when you’re done, I’ll tuck you in okay? And before you worry, Han fed Benny, she’s all sorted. Used some of the milk you pumped. So for tonight just rest. Please Rey, if not for anyone else, Benny included, for Ben. You know it’s what he’d want.”

That was the downside to Poe Dameron, he was one of the most entertaining people she knew, he was ravishingly handsome. And many a time Ben thought there had been an interest beyond friendship, until he himself had taken the time to get to know Poe and then he said in his own stoic glory. “ I totally get it.” Because that was Poe. But the thing that annoyed Rey the most, was his way of being right.

So often he was happy and go lucky, she supposed having cancer and later losing a leg to it did that to a person. But he also had a seriousness that he approached with sheer positivity. If he knew he wasn’t right, he didn’t push at it, he might mention it but that was all that would come of it.

Unlike Ben who would argue the sky was green if need be.

But Poe was right, if there was a heaven or whatever, and they really did look over you from above. Perhaps Rey should ask Leia what Jewish believed, but then she could hear Ben rattling on about how she isn’t even really Jewish. Only when she sees fit. Holidays, and the naming of children. Or child in his case.

Another conversation that had lead to endless laughter and the promise if they had children they’d absolutely not name their children anything biblical, simplify because Ben knew it would send Leia into fits, a bit of a fuck you for making his childhood rough. He wanted something modern, but not too fussy. And if they had a girl and fuck him if they did, somewhat girly. But nothing fucking stupid like Fanny, as he heard those names were making a comeback.

But Rey knew if there were such a thing, Poe was right. Ben would have wanted her to take care of herself, and this entire process, returning back to Seattle, making it home again, forgiving herself, that was going to be hard enough.

The morning was quiet, a soft rain, or drizzle as she learned they like to call it here fell softly outside. The smell of coffee lulled her to the kitchen, but the ache in her chest let her know there were other matters that needed to be dealt with first.

She wasn’t surprised to see Han in the kitchen, Benny tucked contently in his arms, her eyes, another thing inherited from her father gazing intently at her grandfather as he walked and poured cream into the cup before him, sliding it across the counter.

“ Who do you think taught him to make a proper cup? And I think this little lady is ready for her breakfast. Go take my chair, I can sit in Leia's. She went to the market.”

Han let Rey get settled, both herself, and Benny before taking a seat in the other chair, his finger reaching out. “ So you found the stuff. I told Leia you might like it. She wasn’t sure. She wanted to donate it at first. But I told her you might like it for something. There are somethings in there, perhaps we can cut them to make a blanket for Benny. I don’t know that might be silly I’ve just seen--”

“ No it’s perfect, thank you Han. For everything. I know this isn’t easy.”

“ You loved him Rey. Probably more than any of us. Hear me out please. You’ve always come here and seen us, and we’ve loved that. We knew you were it for him. And before you argue that you weren’t together when all this happened, none of that matters my son is pigheaded. He gets it from me, well and his mother, but don’t tell her I said that. You were it for him. I know that soulmate gibberish he talked about. But what you don’t know is it’s because that is what I believe, he probably heard it from me.”

Rey could only imagine what her face must have looked like, and she must have been surprised because she heard Benny make a noise, meaning she’d pressed her into her a bit, but she’d been so blindsided by the omission. Han Solo foul mouth, and dry humor extraordinaire, romantic and believed in soul mates.

“Did you know Leia and I weren’t together when she got pregnant with Ben? Bet he didn’t tell you that. Or that she was dating someone when I first saw her, not met her, saw her. And it felt like someone electrocuted my feet, and I walked up to her and told her she was going to be my woman one day. She tossed a drink at me and called me a neanderthal. But I genuinely felt it in my soul. It was out of nowhere, and we’d been sitting two tables away for hours.”

It was weird, hearing the parallels. Even weirder hearing the soft side of Han, but now that she looked deeper, having seen her with her daughter, *their* daughter, someone so reflective of the man they both loved, and had lost, it made perfect sense.

The shuffle in his pocket didn’t go unnoticed, although whatever she’d expected him to produce certain wasn’t what he held. It was in better condition that she’d expected. Considering it held no case, something Ben griped her for endlessly. The sticker of the shop he worked for still somewhat holding it place firmly, although its corners were beginning to pull and fold. Like the petals of a wilting flower, fitting given the circumstances.

“ There is something on there. You can call the company it turns out, and they can save it permanently. I figured you’d want it. Perhaps take it to the Hollow.”

Of course he’d be there, the trek was a bit of a hassle, and how Han had made it after a heart replacement, she’d never know. But then of course he would, if he died making his way to his son’s final resting place she knew he’d have left content.

“ You know he was a weird kid, always running up there to talk to his Grandpa, they’re buried next to one another.And old Chewie. Get bundled, I’m sure that ugly plaid jacket of his is in that box too, I’ll watch the Princess. What you say kiddo? Hang out with Pop-pop?”

The phone felt hot in her hand as she clutched it, tucking it away so she wouldn’t be tempted by it. She dressed quickly, her fingers throwing her hair that she’d grown after the accident into a plait in record time. An old pair of jeans and T-shirt before throwing the Old Black sweater overhead. Han had been right, the eyesore of a jack lay folded neatly in a second box, along with one of Ben’s rattier beanies. “ The perfect lumberjack.” He’d have called her.

With one last check to be sure everything needed for Benny was present, and a reassurance from Poe, Rey headed up the trail behind the Solo’s property. Their homestead sat on 200 acres, most of it undeveloped forest, including its very own small stream and what could have been called a waterfall, because of course it did.

It was so perfectly simplistic, it nearly looked as if it came from a time well before they ever existed, and perfectly Ben.

*Benjamin Organa Solo*

*Beloved Son*

*Father*

*Soulmate to Rey*

*November 19, 1993 - January 15,2018*

two souls are sometimes created together And in love before they’re even born

f.scott fitzgerald

She hadn’t expected it, the star of David of course was a bit of an overkill, and it was probably good that Ben wasn’t around to see it, but it was a good distraction, but Ben would have been horrified, and knowing that and hearing his voice in her head, it made Rey laugh.

She sat on the mossy dirt, the rain having slowed to a light but chilled drizzle. The phone felt like a brick in her pocket. But she knew what she had to do, it was the only way she’d get any closure, if this could be called that. But her anxiety was through the roof.

It appeared Han, or Leia had taken the initiative and charged the phone for her. The homescreen screamed at her, of better times. A picture she hated, but Ben insisted on, but of course he would, it was mostly him, his arm wrapped around her tightly, her eyes pinched closed as his face took up most of the screen his tongue nearly touching his chin as he refused to take a proper picture, in protest of her requests to look like a normal couple. And to infuriate her more he set it to her screen shoving the phone back at her his tone petulant as he tugged her further down the pier.

“ There, we don’t need some typical picture to prove we are a couple Rey, I’ve been inside you 50 million ways, besides this is far better than any cliche picture we could have taken, I can see your freckles, and you can see proof I no longer have tonsils, and that my parents should really have invested in braces, cheap fucks.”

Her passcode was the last step to whatever Ben had to say, his last words. To her at least. And part of her didn’t want to know, but then again she wasn’t sure if their exchange at the party was what she wanted to remember as their last moments together.

It made her wonder, did he know? Did he have any sort of inkling of what was to come?

Her finger hovered, but only momentarily, because she knew if she waited anymore she wouldn’t follow through.

It was static at first, and then she heard it, muffled, but there, rich and quiet, even behind the slap of the rain as it beat violently against the windshield.

“Rey--it’s me. But you know that. Please, pickup the phone. I know you won't, you’ve probably flipped your phone over, or tossed it in the back, and it makes me hate you that you wouldn’t let me install one of those smart stereos, the one with the bluetooth, and navigation. Because you are horrible at navigation, and then you’d have to see my phone calls, and it would disrupt you. But anyways.”

Even in the middle of a fight, Ben knew how to be somewhat humorous and she wasn’t sure if that made it worse, or better.

“Look, I’m sorry. And if you’d just answer your phone, perhaps we could pull off, have a romp? I’m sorry that was crude and I was kidding, unless you know you wanted to. But no really, we can get coffee. I wasn’t fair to you. And it’s obvious we have things to discuss, just please answer me. And Rey--”

She could hear the pause, the skid of his tires, through the other line, and for a moment she was sure the call would drop, hoped it would, because she couldn’t bear hearing it.

“ Rey--I love you. I’ll talk to you later. Bye.”

The phone call dropped, and she wasn’t sure if he knew what was happening, the way his voice sounded, the change in his breathing said perhaps he did, perhaps it had indeed happened and he’d saved her from hearing it. She wouldn’t doubt it. He’d always been somewhat of her White Knight.

But in the end, she couldn't help but be relieved, their last exchange wasn’t completely that of anger. He loved her. Despite it all, even in the end. She knew he knew. He always had been good at reading her, she’d been nothing but an open book from the moment she met him. And it was no different in the end. Even if she hadn’t gotten the chance to tell him. She knew he knew. And that gave her a bit of peace.

“ I miss you so much.”

The trek back to the house left her feeling heavy. But the emptiness had somewhat lifted. And when she reached the living room, she was somewhat surprised to see Han and Benny in the same place she left them, as if a pause button had been pressed. The only thing that had changed was the fire that had been started.

“ Hey kid, better?”

It was the first time Rey realized she had placed the phone back in its hiding place, her hand rotating it towards Han.

“ Yes, Better.”

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Hi!~ you can just call me Alex, please!~ I would like to be anon if that is ok lol the fandoms I want are A3!, Haikyuu!!, and Naruto! 🥰 SFW and NSFW is alright with me! 😉 whatever is comfortable lol

Alright so, intro info! I’m a Capricorn sun, Sagittarius moon and Virgo Ascendant. My modality is Cardinal 53%, Fixed 37%, Mutable 11%. My elements are Earth 51%, Water 36%, Fire 10% and Air 3%. My MBTI is INFJ. I’m also a HuffleClaw with a bit of Slytherin. I have was born with Turner Syndrome. I have ADHD, Autism, Anxiety and Depression. I am agender and I use they/them pronouns though she/her are alright since I’m used to those pronouns lol I am still exploring my sexuality, I am very open dating anyone of any gender so I would say I’m bi/panromantic, however I do strongly connect with the asexual spectrum since trust is a big deal for me lol

I had a coarctation or narrowing of the arota at 6 days old and was pronounced dead on the way to Children’s Hospital. I had open heart surgery soon afterwards. My grandmother was told that with all the mental health issues I could have due to TS, I could be super smart or I wouldn’t even be able to remember my own name. The doctor’s said I would be bad at math. My parents divorced when I was 10 and my little brother was 6. Both of them remarried, my dad once and our mol several times. Though, I won’t go more into that lol just to save you the details, our grandparents raised us and life was -is- really messy ahah

I’m currently going to college. I was supposed to graduate last semester, but I changed my major several times in the last 2 years lol 😂😂 I was a biology major and wanted to work in marine bio/ wildlife conservation and start my own rehab places for marine/terrestrial mammals. I am now a Middle School Education major with areas of concentration in science and language arts with a minor in TESL ( Teaching English as a Second Language). I want to teach English in Japan! 😊 As far as grade school, I always made As/Bs witout even trying and I loved to read, so much so that I got an award for it in 5th grade! I was quiet yet loud and super awkward as a kid 🤣🤣 I actually loved science a lot and even took AP courses until highschool because the teacher I would have taken in highschool was a really bad teacher who if he had family members and didn’t like them, he wouldn’t like you. He taught my father and his sister and didn’t like them, so least to say young and impressionable me noped out of that fast 😂😂

For a while, I wanted to be a Forensic Antropologist like Temeperance from Bones! 😊 however, we didn’t have a anthro major at my college, only chem lol so, when I started taking upper level courses, I quickly found I much prefer bio to chem 🤣🤣 I still dislike math as I have my whole life, but since I got to college, I’ve only made below a B in one math related course! 🥰

Ok sorry for a lot of random info 🤣🤣 onto other things! So, I’m very shy and quiet at first, but when I get comfortable around someone, that’s when the wierd comes out 🤣 I’m very passionate about education and science! I am a Christian and am very passionate about equality. I also firmly believe in redistributing millionare/billionares’ wealth.

I grew up watching anime and still love it to this day. I have strong connection with Japanese culture because anime was the gateway into learning about it and anime will always have a special place in my heart because of it! Japanese culture and really most if not all Asian cultures resonate with me because of the morals anime had taught me. I firmly believe in balance and hamrony with nature! I was introduced to kpop in middle school and have been a fan ever since lol 🤣 I also like pop/alternative music lol I like P!NK, Linkin Park, Adele and a few others lol

As I mention with wanting to be a marine biologist, I really love animals!~ 💕💜 my favs are otters, foxes, cats of all kinds, dogs, wolves, dolphins, and honey badgers! I currently have a Korat named Lila (li-lah like lilac) she is a very unique cat 🤣 she’s super curious and sorta a crackhead lol I did have a yorkie terrier named Sarah and a miniature schnauzer named Star, but since last June, we had to put both of them down 🥺 Sarah got cancer suddenly late last year and a few months ago Star had congestive heart failure. They were 13 and 14 respectively. They were amazing dogs! Sarah loved to swim and hunt little creatures and was the energetic one while Star was the grouchy old lady 🤣🤣

I also love anything fantasy/superhero! I love HP, LOTR, and Marvel! My fav genre of anime is shounen obvi lol 🤣Lol I also love learning other languages! I took French in highschool and two semester of Mandarin in college lol ( I need to brush up on both 🤣🤣) I am currently trying to learn Japanese! I wanna also learn Korean, Welsh, and Irish! I hope to go teach English in Japan via the JET program at my college! 🥰 I will more than likely stay in Japan after I stay the 5 max years through the JET program!

I also really love video games! I wanna play Persona 5 soo bad 🤣🤣 Horzon: Zero Dawn, the Legend of Zelda series, the Pokemon series and Animal Crossing: New Horizons are some of my favorites lol

Hmmm… what else to say? 🤣 I am typically the mom friend of the group ahaha oh! I am 4’9” and weigh 140 so I’m kinda chubby 😅 I am very self concious about my body. I have green eyes and I wear small, black rectangular glasses. I have moles and freckles all over my body. I have a dyed blonde bob with a brunnette undercut. I don’t have any piercings yet but I do have one tattoo on my inner left ankle!

I am stubborn, passionate, caring, empathetic, understanding, loving, loud, quiet, awkward, hyper, enthusiastic, curious, and I can procrastinate at times due to my ADHD lol I also love to have plans lol I like things to be organized and clean, but I don’t mind ‘organized chaos’ sometimes lol I am also very loyal to my friends. I prefer having a few super close friends than having tons of aquaintances.

Ok so dating lol um I’ve never actually dates anyone before 🙈 I’m also a virgin lol trust is a big issue for me, like aforementioned my parents divorce affected me a lot and I have a strained relationship with each of them due to the divorce and the events over the years afterwards. Plus, as a Capricorn, school/career is my main focus. I’m so busy with college and trying to figure myself out, I haven’t got time for dating ahaha so my irl soulmate will need to be a hell of a person and have the patience of a saint to deal with me 🤣

Even though I have never been in a relationship, out of curiousity and wanting to be knowledgeable, I have researched BDSM lol 😂 I am definitely not into slave/master, whipping, or anything super hardcore at all lol though, mild stuff like toys, handcuffs, spanking, biting, dirty talk, brat/tamer or daddy (mommy)/ little girl and blindfolds would be stuff I’m willing to try out lol basically, some light pain, toys and anything where I can be submissive and cast my cares away while still being able to be sassy/defiant suits me 🤣

Oh! For the purposes of this matchup, just male characters is fine lol like I said, I’m still trying to figure myself out so, for simplicities sake, assuming heteronorms is alright lol

Hmm as far as a type of guy I like, I can give you some anime examples 😂 Portgas D. Ace from One Piece, Itachi/Kakashi/Shikamaru from Naruto, Roy Mustang (also shoutout to Solf J. Kimblee as a guilty mention 🤣) from FMA!B, Kisuke Urahara from Bleach, Zuko/Sokka fron ATLA, Gintoki/Kamui/Takasugi/Shinpachi/Hijikata/Katsura from Gintama, Daisuke Kanbe from The Millionare Detective- Balance:Unlimited, Shinso Hitoshi/Shindo Yo from BNHA/MHA, Levi/Beel from Obey Me!, Itaru/Omi/Sakyo/Misuki/Tsuzuru/Kazunari/Banri from A3! And many more 🤣🤣 sorry for the long list lol basically to sum it up my type is kinda laid back, a lil perverted, confident, dominant, funny, teasing/flirty, caring, intellgent, mysterious, passionate and stubborn lol

Well, I hope that was enough info to get a good in depth matchup 🤣🤣 I feel like I gave too much but I wanna try to make it as detailed for y’all as possible so you can have an easier time with the matchup ahah thanks a lot, I love your blog and keep doing the good work you are doing! 🥰❤️💜💕 be sure to take care of yourselves and I hope y’all have a great weekend!! 🥰

( I apologize for sending it a second time, but there was some stuff I wanted to add that I forgot to mention until I after I sent in the first one 😭 again, I sincerely apologize!)

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Hello Alex and thank you for submitting with us! And thank you for supporting us! I hope you enjoy the boys I paired you with!

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𝐼 𝓈𝒽𝒾𝓅 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽...

I choose Kiba to be your Naruto boyfriend! when he first sees you, and how quiet and shy you are, Kiba will definitely want to bring your inner playfulness out! And when he sees that you do have some playfulness in you, he will see that you became comfortable enough around him that your inner weird came out! And that would really pull at Kiba’s heartstrings! Kiba will also find it fascinating that you like different types of culture, and how the world works via science and education! He isn’t the sharpest tool in the shed, but he will definitely appreciate how you think, since he wants harmony in the world too! He will love the fact that you love animals and he will love the fact that you want to be a marine biologist! Being an animal lover himself, he will marry you right on the spot, just for that!

Since you are the mom friend of the group, you can totally take care of Kiba! It might not be the best, but Kiba would really love and appreciate you taking the time out of your day to do stuff for him, even if he didn’t ask for it! He will love your buddy, it being curvy and easy to hold onto, if you know what I mean wink wink. He will find your little beauty marks to be charming and I see him poking your moles and freckles every so often when he is bored! And when you tell him that you want to get tattoos, hell yeah! He will want to be there for when you get your first one!

Kiba will love the fact that you are passionate about your studies, and you main focus is school and your career! He will love the fact that you are don’t want anyone to mess up your future, and where you want to go in life! He may be a bit on the impatient side, but when he is with you, he will understand the need for patience and why it is important! He will also love the fact that you are so loyal to your friends! He doesn’t want to date anybody who isn’t loyal or isn’t compassionate to the people around them, so that will definitely be a plus in your book!

For the spicy stuff, Kiba at first would not know what he is doing but once he figures it out, ho boy, you are in a for a treat! Biting, lots of biting, and him being just very dominant, wanting to please you and make you feel like you are on cloud nine! He will let you do what you want, if it means that you are going to like what you guys do in the bedroom! From the biting to the dirty talk, he is up for anything!

I choose Sakyo to be your A3! boyfriend! Sakyo will see your shy and quiet persona and think nothing much of it, but once you get comfortable around him, enough so that your inner weirdness comes out to play, he will be surprised that you were hiding such a fun and cheerful person away from him! He will also like the fact that you are passionate about science and education, since Sakyo himself is definitely one to go to science for something that can’t be explained, and he is one to like education too, since it gives you wisdom on subjects you didn’t know about before! He will love the fact that you love his culture so much, from the anime to the actual history of Japan. He will feel that you super educated on the subject, and will be appreciative of how much you love where he is from!

Sakyo will find it adorable that you love animals, and he find it admirable that you want to become a marine biologist! It is a hard job, learning about all kinds of animals, and then discovering new ones! Yeah he will find it very impressive! And if you were to ever tell him that you want a dog or some kind of really cute animal, he will never able to say no to you! So you should use that to your advantage! As for video games, he isn’t one for the, but if you ever try to get him to play with you, he will have a hard time saying no! It will frustrate him though, that you’d keep beating him at all of them!

As for appearances, I feel Sakyo wouldn’t care about what you like, it’’s all about what is on the inside, and when he sees that you are a passionate, loving, caring, a mother figure to your friends, loyal to them, and empathetic to the people around you, he will just know that you are the person for him! Seriously, yeah he might like your curvy body, but what will really give make him like you is the fact that you are just a really nice person for people to be around! He will definitely understand the sentiment of having just a few close friends, than having like twenty acquaintances.

Sakyo will love the fact that you’d rather focus on your studies than have a boyfriend that could distract you from your future career! He would be glad to wait for you to accept him, until you are stable in your career and would be able to start dating you like he wants! And for a little spicy time, he would be a dominant as all hell. Like he would be so into dirty talk and taking you to heaven with his mouth. You might tell him you want to some like spanking and biting, and he might be into the biting, but the spanking makes him feel a little weird, so he might do it as often. But! If you ask, him he will have no reason to say no! So you better have fun with him!

I choose Iwaizumi as your Haikyuu boyfriend! Much like Sakyo, Iwaizumi will see you shy and timid demeanor and think nothing of it, and if anything, he will think it is kind of cute, but would have an inkling that you are more than you put out. And once Iwaizumi sees that, yes, you are more than shy, that you have your weird quirks and can be quite loud, he will find you even more cute, what with the way you act around him and not the others! He will find it so cute that you only act like that with him and nobody else! And much like Sakyo, he will find it awesome that you like his culture so much! From the anime to the language, and everything else! He would even offer to help you learn the language and such, to help you better understand his culture! Iwaizumi love the fact that you like superheroes and practically anything fantasy! I suspect that Iwaizumi also love Marvel and such! I also feel like Iwaizumi is extremely good at video games, so when he plays with you, make sure you try your best to win against him!

Iwaizumi will feel a bond with you being like the mom friend, since he has to constantly watch over Oikawa like he is his child! And for appearances, much like Kiba, I feel as though Iwaizumi will see your blemishes and your curvy body and think it is just uniquely you! Something that he associates with you alone! And the uniqueness will definitely get him to really like you! But I feel like he will really like girls in glasses so that is a definite plus for you!

Iwaizumi will love the fact, like the others, that you are a loving and caring person. Someone that is passionate and driven! And the fact that you have all your plans thought out and organized in your own way? Oh yeah, he would definitely like that! And the fact that you are so passionate about your future that you’d much rather focus on that instead of being in a relationship! He’d understand, would he hate that fact that he has to wait for you to be stable in your career? Yes, he wouldn’t like it one bit, but he wouldn’t leave you because of it! Will he wait for you? Most definitely!

For the spicy stuff, ahahahaha Iwaizumi. He is like. A dominant bottom, he’s okay with essentially whatever you want to do, as long you both are having a good time, and you guys are feeling good! As for the biting and the spanking and all the kinky things you want to try out, he’d be into it, he’d just wouldn’t know how to go about it, so it would be a learning experience for the both of you! In the end, Iwaizumi would be into a lot of things you guys tried! So beware what he has in store for you in the future!

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cilliansaccent · 4 years

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The Peaky Designer - Cillian Fanfic, Chapter 2

Hello, welcome back. Below is the next instalment of my fanfiction!

Please leave a like or any comments below on ways to improve, please be kind but you are welcome to be critical! I’m open to ideas and fixing up mistakes. Also, sharing would be amazing!!

Note, PLEASE READ:

I will not be including Cillian’s family as it’s kinda weird since he has children lmao. Just a mention of his parents and a previous lover.

I will indicate in a chapter if there is smut in the beginning and before the actual scene!!

I will add trigger warnings if there is any!!

There is a variety of levels of swearing during a chapter, I will not hold back, everyone swears.

The timestamp for the Fic is now 2016 and onwards!!

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Background: Gabrijela Babic is a Croatian girl from Sydney, Australia. She is born in the year 1991 on the 24th of December. She studies a Fashion degree in a University with a major in Game Design as well. Her teacher in the fashion designer class managed to nail an Internship on the set of Peaky Blinders with the shows very own Costume Designer, Allison McCosh. There, she travels to London for under a year to learn how to be one, working alongside the actors as well the man she admires, Cillian Murphy. But, her platonic feelings for the man begins to grow into something more, and she wonders whether she should pursue them or let him go for fear of her strict parents and her three older brothers…

Characters:

Swantje Paulina as Gabrijela Babic (swalina on Instagram)

Cillian Murphy

Word Count: 5,265

!!Warnings!!: Small scene of sexual harassment after Gab leaves to go to the toilet when shes at the pub.

Date: March 2016

Chapter Name: Dinner and a Gig

Brief Chapter Outline: Second day in, Gabrijela spends the afternoon with Cillian, getting to know each other better before he treats her to a lovely dinner and then to a gig of a local band Cillian attends for a buddy of his...

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The theme song of Game of Thrones blared in some faraway land. Gabrijela was sound asleep, wearing nothing but a singlet and lacy panties.

She let out a sound when it finally stopped but it wasn't long when it started up again. She finally rolled on to her back and grabbed her phone on the bedside table. She hadn’t made it under the covers last night, she simply collapsed on top and fell asleep after she had dinner and wrote in her diary and updating her family again.

“What?” She groaned, answering the phone.

“Its Cillian,” the Irish accent made her skin prick and she sat up.

“Sorry, I didn't mean to sound so rude.” She rubbed her eyes.

“No worries. Did I wake you up?” He asked, there was a smile in his tone.

“Noooo, I was getting up anyway. Let me open the door and you can come up.” She got up and pressed the button which unlocks the main door. “My door is unlocked so just come in.” She said.

“See you then,” and he hung up.

She was still groggy and sleepy as she rubbed her eyes again and knelt on the floor. She pulled out the drawers under the bed and looked for an outfit for today. It had rained overnight and it still was, it was cold.

Cillian walked in, “I hope you have this locked when you--” He stopped when he saw Gabrijela on the floor, “Oh! Gab!” He covered his eyes, a slight blush spreading across his cheeks.

“Yeah? Oh right,” She laughed and grabbed a pair of blue jeans and a white knitted halter neck sweater. “Sorry. I forgot.” She scurried into the bathroom. “If you want tea or coffee, just boil the water.” She called out as she changed.

“Sure. Did you want tea?” He asked.

“Yeah! Just black tea with honey.” She said. She brushed her long, blond hair and braid it back. She washed her face and applied makeup, she looked dead and had bags under her eyes. So not a good look, she thought, making a face in the mirror.

“It’s midday, by the way,” Cillian said after a bit.

“Whoops.” She smiled as she came out. She looked fresher and felt fresher.

Cillian was dressed quite casual, black jeans with boots, a white shirt and a denim jacket. The harsh haircut made it seem so at odds, she smiled more at the thought.

“What are you smiling about? Tea is ready.” He handed her the spotty cup.

She took it, “The way you're dressed, and that haircut. So strange. But definitely not in a bad way.” She quickly said.

“You’re not the first one to say that.” He laughed, drinking his tea.

“Oh? I hope it didn't offend you.” Her brows rose.

“No, no. I just don't prefer to talk about work or much about my acting.” He admitted, taking a seat on the couch.

"Oh okay, that's fine." She said as she came over and sat beside him, facing him.

"So, it's really midday huh?" She played with the end of her braid.

"Yeah." He showed her the time on his iPhone, "I knew you'd fallen asleep and wake up later."

"Oh yeah, not because I had said I hadn't slept on the plane." She stuck up her nose, drinking her tea.

"Definitely not because of that." He agreed, that same cheeky smile returned on his handsome face.

It was so easy to play around with him despite meeting him just a little over twenty-four hours. She loved the playfulness, and always would be drawn to people who were able to tag along.

"I think we should head off, nighttime falls quickly here so I want to use as much of the day as possible," Cillian said as he finished his tea.

"Yeah, alright." Gabrijela got up and he cleaned up the cups while she pulled on her suede cream jacket.

Boots on, she grabbed her bag and her phone, and together they headed out. She locked up and down the stairs, they went.

They took the walk down the road together, a cool wind made her pull her jacket closer. It had stopped raining by now.

"In the coming months, it's going to rain like, almost every day," Cillian said, his hands in his jacket pockets.

"Well, lucky for me I brought my winter stuff. I'll have to buy an umbrella that's all." She said.

"Yeah, that's much needed. Always have one on hand to." Cillian nodded.

"Thanks for the tip. I'll keep that in mind." She paused and took some photos of the area, "So pretty." She whispered as she checks her phone.

"Can I see?" He peered over her shoulder.

She showed him the photos, "I love taking photos. I brought my Canon camera with me, kinda an amateur photographer." She said shyly.

"Huh, you might need to show me sometime. I saw a photo there, sorry to pry... Is that your family?"

She flicked back on her phone to show him a group photo on a birthday a month back. It showed her parents, her three older brothers with their wives and their kids.

"I'm an aunty to five kids." Gabrijela grinned, "This is Ante and his wife Louise and their five-year-old son, Caleb, and three-year-old daughter, Sasha. Ante is the eldest, then the middle boy is Dominik with his wife, Leah and their one-year-old son, Luca. And the youngest boy, Leo and his wife Tatiana and their one-year-old daughter, Tijana."

"Wow, you got a big family. Names are fancy, what nationality are you?" He asked as they continued to walk.

"Croatia. Both parents born there and as well as my brothers and myself. We lived there till the year two thousand and one before we all moved to Brisbane until two thousand and ten then moved to Sydney since my Dad had to move for his work." She explained.

"Huh, that's a big move. Did your brothers meet their wives in Croatia or...?" He was curious and fascinated.

"Ante met Louise in Croatia, they dated forever until they married about eight years ago. Dominik and Leo found their girlies in Sydney." She told him, then continued, "Dom married four years ago and Leo three years ago."

"And you are the only girl, yeah?" Cillian asked they paused at a set of lights.

"Yep. The baby of the family, it's tough." She said a little tentatively.

"How'd the parents feel about you coming here?" He noticed she didn't really want to elaborate on that subject.

"Not happy. But I'm hoping it's only fear for me being here by myself rather than their eternal disappointment in me." She said with a trace of bitterness to her tone.

Cillian looked over at her, seeing the cloudy look she had on her freckled face. He nodded, "But you look out for yourself, you do what you enjoy. Life is short, and you shouldn't let the opinions of others bring you down." He placed a comforting hand on her shoulder.

"Yeah. I know that" She looked up at him, "But, my whole life felt like I just kept disappointing them no matter what I tried to do. They didn't, especially my mum, want me to pursue a fashion designer career. More with business and that crap. That's not me. I want to create, make things, design. That's why I've also picked up a major in game design." She gulped as they walked across the road, they came to a shopping strip after the walk.

"Come on, this doesn't seem to be a happy subject. Look, there's a lot of boutiques here, a lot of famous people had once wandered the streets here." He said, changing the subject for her.

She was grateful for the change and walked along the strip, looking through the windows.

As they walked, he pointed out things of interest for her. She took photos of the buildings or the interesting architecture and even got him to snap a photo of her next to the red phone box.

She wanted to ask him to join but thought otherwise, feeling a little embarrassed to ask.

She weaved in and out of stores and he happily tagged along inside, not minding the feminine clothing that surrounded him. He even went as so far picking things out for her and they had a good laugh when she politely said it wasn't her style.

After she bought some stuff and even snuck in lingerie or two, they headed towards Buckingham Palace and the park nearby.

It began to rain once they reached there, and using her brand new umbrella they huddled very close under it as it was quite small.

She giggled as they paused under a large tree, "So much for coming this far." She said.

"You never know with London weather." He said, grinning.

He smelled really good, like cinnamon and a hint of wood fire and luxury.

They stood under the tree, and he had moved an arm around her to make more space for them both.

She leaned into his body a little, his warmth transferred to her and she thanked him mentally for it.

The rain let up, sprinkling now. "Should we go get coffee instead of standing here?" She asked in a timid voice.

"That might be a good idea. I know one just around the block."

They hurried across the road together, dodging puddles and mud. They scurried into the little coffee shop where she ordered an almond cappuccino and he had a black coffee.

There wasn't any space in the shop so they stood outside under the awning, shoulder to shoulder, clutching their take away cups.

Gabrijela giggled softly, she was cold but the warmth of the cup made it sort of bearable.

Once they drank that, they came to the edge of the road but a car drove way to fast.

Water splashed everywhere on them both, Gab taking the brunt of it. They turned to each other and looked at each other, then burst out into laughter.

"Oh my god," She whined but had a big grin, "We definitely have to head home." She said.

"Indeed! Before we catch a cold." He hailed a taxi and they got in with the bags that were still dry. "At least I got a new shirt in here, I can put that on." He mused.

"Lucky. I'll have to get this all cleaned up." She pouted. "I love this jumper."

They arrived back to her apartment and they headed inside. She set her bags on the bed and went through the dresser to find some fresh set of clothing for tonight.

"May I pick you up around six instead?" He asked.

"Sure, but that leaves us one hour to get ready now. You might as well stay." She said as she held her clothing in her arms.

"I know. But I'll head home quickly, change and come right back." He said, she noted the slight nerves in his posture, especially in his eyes. Why was he nervous?

"Okay. I'll be ready by then." She said.

He departed and she had a shower, reapplied her makeup and pulled on her new outfit for tonight. It was a black, blue and red checkered mini skirt with a white button-up blouse and a red coat that came just to her knees. She had thigh-high boots and left out her wavy hair.

The bell rang and she let him up again, unlocking the door and he stepped in.

Cillian was dressed very well. Black jeans with a nice pair of loafers, a white button-up shirt that was tucked in with a casual suit jacket on top. His cologne was rich and smelled good.

She beamed, she spotted purple socks he wore, "Flashy." She mused, "You look good. And you smell just as nice."

He looked at her, eyes darting up and down and his expression was bright and cheery, "You look... lovely." He said with almost a stutter as if he couldn't find the right words. That small intimate smile returned.

She bit her lip and looked away, her cheeks heating, "Thank you." Her stomach was doing flips but in a good way. This man was really seeping into her heart, intoxicating her with his lovely smiles and cute accent.

"Should we go? I-I'm ready." Gabrijela said she picked up her crossbody bag.

"Lets." He held the door open for her, and place his hand on the small of her back as he guided her out.

The pair left the building and drove off somewhere else in London. The area was named Covent Garden, he found some restaurant called the Ivy Market Grill.

It had stopped raining thankfully, as Cillian had to park quite far from the place. "The only problem here is the shit parking." He cursed as he found a spot and parked.

"So I've heard." She said as she got out of the car. "So why here?" She asked him as they walked along the footpath.

"Its a bit pricey but the food is good, or so my friends have told me." He said, "Atmosphere is nice, comfy. The whole place is designed almost authentically, too. Wanted to bring you to a place which makes authentic food." He explained.

"Okay. Sounds lovely." Gabrijela was eager to try some good food, she loved her food, and if it was local, even better.

They arrived at the restaurant, and once inside she felt like she was taken back some decades. It was mostly brown, green, rust and cream colours, mixed with odd patterns and round lights. There was a large bar and the place was almost packed.

Cillian spoke to a waiter and they were taken upstairs to the terrace, which was covered and was seated next to the railing that overlooked the piazza below.

"It's really nice." She nodded, it was cosy and light, especially upstairs.

"It is, it is. I hope the food is just as good." He said.

The waiter came by after a bit and Cillian ordered a glass of red wine, she did the same, she liked red.

"You're a red girl, huh?" Cillian sat back in the chair. He ordered a bottle instead.

"Yeah, I don't mind it. I like having it with dinner mostly. White... Hmm, I like Moscato, I'm a sweet person. When I go out though with my friends, its either vodka or tequila, or a mix of both and various other killing kinda spirit." She laughed softly.

"That's alright, at least you like a wide range of drinks. I stick to my red wines or some good local ale." He replied, "You said you go out? Where to?"

"Uh, well in Sydney, mostly night clubs or do a classic pub run with my best friend and her mate. I'm a single gal, so I'm hoping to find a man who is willing to uh, date me or something. I get dates but uh... It ends up in bed and no more after that." She blushed a little.

"Really? You seem like a really smart and talented girl. Who wouldn't want to date you?" He asked, clearly shocked with his raised brows.

The bottle came and the waiter poured them a glass each, she took a sip of hers, "I guess Sydney boys don't like a smart girl. Only for a good fuck for a couple of times." She sighed, "I'm over that, those friends with benefits. I'm twenty-five, and most of my friends are getting married soon, three of them are next year. One already has two kids." She twirled the glass on the table, "Guys I meet are immature, or like I said want to just get laid, they don't want anything serious. I want something serious. But it seems like a turn-off." She whispered.

"Well, if you want my honest opinion, I don't think its a turn-off. It's nice to hear a girl like you who wants something for herself. You want kids eventually?" She nodded, "Marriage?" She nodded again. "I can say the same for myself."

She almost choked on her drink, "Ah, yeah. Yeah." She hastily wiped her mouth.

"I-I mean, not with you- I-I mean unless- Ah- Fuck, sorry. Fuck." He let out a nervous and embarrassing laugh.

"It's okay." She laughed, reaching over suddenly and took his hand, squeezing it. "No offence." She winked at him and it seemed to calm him down.

A waiter came over finally and took their orders. It seemed to calm the air between them. Whatever it was. Her heart had skipped a beat when he spoked about how her needs and wants wasn't a turn-off. Was that a turn-on for him? She kicked herself mentally for thinking such an absurd thing. He was so way out of her league, and her parents would definitely not approve.

Besides, she was here on an internship, not to find a guy.

But she looked up and met those pretty baby blue eyes, and she could see something appear in them. Something.

"So," she finally said after some seconds that passed once the waiter left, "Music. You were in a band. What do you like to listen to?"

"Uhm, just to name a few, Daft Punk occasionally, Blur, or Nils Frahm when I need something to chill out to." He said. "I got some old records that I still listen to, helps me get into a good mindset when I need to act."

"Cool. I'm pretty easy, I listen to whatever sounds good I guess? I love a bit of everything except like heavy metal or country. If you check out my Spotify its a mixture of music, old classic pop and rock, or today's music. Even got a Croatian playlist too." She shrugged.

"Top favourite band?" He asked, "Or two."

She thought for a bit, "Imagine Dragons and... Fuck, I don't know. I love a lot of bands. My top song is Live it Up by Mental As Anything and Born to Be Yours by Imagine Dragons. Even Radioactive, god, I could put that on so loud and I'd be so far away from this world." She sighed, smiling.

"In what way?" Curiosity laced his voice.

"I read a lot of fantasy books, young adult, paranormal romance. I like to envision myself in those worlds as the heroine, fighting monsters and... stuff like that." She blushed. "I daydream a lot, writing is another thing I do. Whenever I get the chance."

"Brilliance of a creative person, so music helps you dream?" He seemed very intrigued, fascinated. And truly interested in what she had to say.

So she continued, surprisingly, "Yeah. Sometimes the lyrics don't need to help me, but mostly the tune. So, like alternative, indie rock. I like that stuff, gets my mind rolling." She said, her eyes glittering with joy. He didn't seem afraid either, he spoke wildly and passionately about how music also affected him in ways that let him experience highs and lows.

When their food came, it didn't stop their conversation. They chatted about music, about the changes in genres and all that.

It connected them very well, and she felt so unafraid for the first time to open up about her likes. She was over the moon that he didn't judge her, he asked questions, genuine questions of herself.

Even went into their dislikes, and they clicked through that.

Their dinner was over and he was quick to pay despite her trying to offer money.

"Keep it," He said as they walked out of the restaurant. He held her coat and helped her put it on. "Buy something for yourself. Tonight is on me." He kept his arm around her shoulders as he guided her down the street.

"Where we going now?" She asked, sliding an arm around his waist. It was more comfortable to walk like that, not because she wanted to. Or maybe she did.

"There's a pub here that has live music. Alternative rock. Haven't heard of the band before but thought it would be fun to go." He said as the pub neared.

There was a shit ton of people, they all piled outside and drinking. Music spilled out in the night. It was a very good beat.

"Ladies first." He said and gestured with a hand for her to go first. She did, and his hand found that spot on her back.

Once inside the pub, it was fairly large and people were seated in booths or tables or gathered around the bar.

She saw a bunch of people wave from a booth, "There. Come on." He took her arm instead and they pushed through the throng of people.

"Hey, mate! Glad you could come!" A man rose up from the booth, shaking hands with Cillian. "Oh man, my friend is so stoked you could be here tonight. It means so much." The guy was grinning wide.

Cillian smiled, "Yeah, man. No worries. You talked him up so much, so he better be good." He teased.

"Definitely! Ah, and who's this pretty lady?" The man turned to Gabrijela.

She could see him and his buddies were a little tipsy but she gave them a lovely smile either way. "Hi," She shook hands.

"Gabrijela, she's come all the way from Sydney! To work with me and the rest of the cast." Cillian explained.

"Oh! Lucky girl. I'm Joel by the way. Don't worry, Cillian 'ere is a fantastic man. He'll look after you splendid." Joel winked at her, picking up the subtle hint.

She frowned a little but she was ushered to sit. She sat at the end opposite Cillian to some other man whose name was Lawrence.

"I'm gonna get drinks, what do you want?" Cillian asked her as he knelt beside her.

"Surprise me." She leaned in to speak into his ear.

He nodded and stood up and disappeared in the crowd.

"So," Joel leaned on the table, "How long are you stayin' in London?"

"About a year. It's the length of my Internship with a month of free time in December." She explained.

"Oh yeah? Neat. How you feeling? Are you by yourself?" Lawrence jumped into the conversation. He was uncomfortably close to her, especially his hand.

"Uh... I'm feeling okay. Nervous." She said, not answering his last question. The situation made her on edge. She had been in this scene before. Cillian, she thought, where the fuck are you?

"You looking for something here?" Leo hummed, giving her a once over.

"No." She said, standing her ground. "I'm here for my studies. Nothing more." She gave him a pointed look.

"I'm just asking, Miss. Usually, you girls are after more than just a job. I work for a taxi company that--"

"Listen here, mate." She leaned over, slapping the business card out of his hand. She knew what kinda taxi driver this sick prick was, "I'm not here to fuck with men or women. I'm here to work, to get experience in a fashion career. And you fucker give me shit like this? You're sick." She spat.

She'd walk, but Cillian had come over looking cheery as always. He looked at Gabrijela, seeing her posture of her crossed legs and arms.

"Hey, we good here?" He asked as he set the wine glass in front of her and one for himself, and two beer glasses in front of his friends.

"Yeah, mate. It's fine. Hey look they're about to get on stage." Joel nodded to the band setting up now after the first one finished.

As the band fixed their gear, she felt a nudge under the table. She looked and Cillian mouth 'Are you okay?'

She nodded, giving him a smile but it didn't reach her eyes. Cillian frowned sitting back before Joel sucked him into a conversation.

Lawrence on the other hand, wanted to talk to her, "Is this your first time overseas?"

"No," She said blandly, sipping her wine as she faced the rugged man.

"Where did you go? If this isn't your first time." Lawrence continued.

"Europe with family. I'm here-" She stopped herself.

"By yourself? That's brave." He purred.

Fuck.

"Yeah. Very." She looked away, the band began to play.

The night went on and Lawrence seemed to leave her alone and she began to feel a little better. The boys talked about work and whatever, and she listened to the band playing.

They were pretty good and she bopped to it, even taped some of it as a memory.

Then she spotted a photo booth, and a smile broke out, "Cillian." She said, bringing his attention to her. "There's a photo booth. Can we go to it?" She asked.

"With me?" He asked.

"Yeah, I love those things." She stood, holding out her hand for him.

"Alright. We'll be back." He said to Joel and Lawrence.

The pair went to the photo booth, and she paid for it. They took six photos together, silly poses and some serious or smiling ones. They looked at the photos and both laughed, there was one for her and one for him.

"I'm gonna cherish this." She said to him, hugging him suddenly.

He was taken aback but hugged her back, "Same here." He said.

"I'm gonna head to the ladies room, I'll be right back." She said to him and pulled away to go to the toilet.

Cillian returned to the table, tucking the photo into his pocket, "Where'd your girlie go?" Joel asked.

"Ladies room," Cillian replied lightly before they went back to the conversation.

Lawrence took a moment before he got up and went towards the toilet.

Gabrijela was just walking out when she ran right into Lawrence.

"Woah!" He gripped her arms.

"Let go." She growled and pushed his arms away.

"Damn girl. You are a feisty one." He smirked, cornering her.

"You fucker. Let me through." She tried to get past him but he had her pinned.

"Why you acting like this? Shouldn't you be happy? Getting the attention yeah?" He purred. His breath reeked.

"Get off me!" She cried, but the music was so loud, and the area was dark that no one really paid attention.

"Come on girl, I know you like this-"

No. She definitely wasn't. Before his hands could yank up her skirt or jumper, she brought her knee between his legs.

He gasped and fell to his knees, clutching himself.

Gabrijela picked up her bag and tried to fix her jumper, tears began to fall down as she rushed through the crowd.

When she reached the table she grabbed her unfinished wine and threw it on Joel.

"Fuck you." She snapped, "How dare you. How dare you!"

Cillian shot to his feet, "Hey! What's wrong? Gab?" He grabbed her arms.

"Let me go!" She shook herself free from him. "That old pervert sent his cocksucker on me! He had his hands on me!" She was infuriated, humiliated in a way and frightened.

She turned from Cillian and pushed through the crowd, and stumbled out of the pub as tears fell down her cheeks more freely now.

She stormed down the street, she needed to get home, have a shower.

"Gabrijela!" She could hear Cillian's voice call for her. "Gab! Wait!"

He caught up to her and got her to stop by standing in front of her, "Gab, hey. Look at me, hey." His voice was gentle and soft.

She couldn't look up, but his fingers took her chin and he tilted her face up, "What happened? Talk to me," He was seriously concerned and worried.

She sniffled, she explained what happened and had clung to his arms. "I-I'm sorry I-"

"No. You're not at fault. I'm sorry, I should've picked it up sooner. God, I'm so sorry," He pulled her into his body, and she wrapped her arms around him.

He stroked her back slowly and she found it comforting. "Let's go home, yeah?"

"Yeah." She nodded and pulled away slightly. He kept his arm around her shoulder as they walked back to the car.

He put on some gentle music and it eased her all the way back to the apartment.

They silently walked up the stairs and he came in with her. She sat on her bed, sighing heavily. She tried to take off her boots but she couldn't.

"Let me help." He came over and knelt in front of her. His fingers brushed her skin and watched him closely as he peeled off her boots. He set them aside and then helped her out of her jacket and hung it up for her.

She flopped back on the bed, eyes shut.

"Will you be okay? By yourself?" He asked her as he sat beside her.

"I..." She opened her eyes, looking at him. Her heart melted at the sight. She didn't think she ever saw a man so worried like he did right there. She smiled a little, "I... Stay. Please." she sat up slowly, leaning closer to him.

"Okay. I'll sleep on the couch-"

"No. Could..." she sucked in a breath, "Hold me? Please? U-Unless that's too much since we-"

"Of course. Doesn't bother me." He reached up and brushed a knuckle along her cheekbone. "Get changed into something more comfortable though." He added.

She nodded and got off the bed, she grabbed her singlet and the silky booty shorts she had and changed in the bathroom. She cleaned up her face and combed her hair before she stepped out.

Cillian had kicked off his shoes and his jacket and was simply in his shirt and his boxers.

"Someone's comfortable." She said with a smile.

"Ah, I mean- I can put my jeans-" He stuttered and reached for them.

"No," she rushed to him, taking his hands, "No, I was only kidding. It's fine."

"I'm wearing underwear under them." He offered.

She snorted, and then laughed, "It's fine. Really. Do I look any better?" She huffed.

He looked her up and down quickly and his cheeks went a shade of pink. He didn't answer her.

He got into the bed first and she went to the other side.

Once they were in and comfortable, he held open his arm, "Come here." He said softly.

She accepted the offer and rolled into his side, her hand resting on his chest, her head on his shoulder.

His arm came around her, his other arm was bent under his head.

"I'm sorry for tonight how it ended. I had hoped it went better." Cillian said softly.

"It's okay, Cilly. Dinner was wonderful, made perfect because of you." She looked up at him. "I will remember that most."

He looked at her, and sighed softly, "Okay, but I will make it up to you."

"Don't-"

"Shush," He said and she raised a brow, "I want to okay? Please. This was on me, and I should've been more aware."

It was her turn to sigh, but she gave in, "Okay. Okay. Make it up to me." She whispered.

They held each other gaze before he blinked and laid his head back, "Get some sleep. Tomorrow... who knows. We'll see." He said.

She nodded and shifted a little, her leg brushed along his. "Goodnight." She murmured.

"Goodnight." He replied he pressed a kiss to her head. His fingers slowly moved up and down her side, it made her body relax.

She listened to his heartbeat, letting it lull her into a dreamless sleep. Cillian held her the whole time, even after he fell asleep.

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zhydoesart · 5 years

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(I made a comic, sorta? Only the first panel looked good when I did it digitally so the other two are traditional, which I know is a little weird. I also wrote a little fic to go with it for context but it somehow ended up being a thousand words, whoops. Posting this on mobile, so later I'll go back and add a 'read more')

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"And that's my idea," concluded Roman hopefully.

Virgil nodded slowly. "Yeah. Yeah, that could work!"

Roman grinned.

"Virgil, you said you wanted to talk to me—?" Logan looked around as he entered the living room, and froze.

Was this real? ...Was it a dream? He hoped not.

Right now, Patton was standing in front of him, holding a dog in his arms and giggling so hard he was on the verge of tears as the dog licked his face repeatedly. Logan immediately forgot why he'd entered the room for favor of observing Patton.

Patton hadn't noticed Logan yet, and he felt a minuscule pang of guilt as he watched. Logan was filled with a wonderful warm feeling (metaphorical) and his cheeks heated up (literal). He felt as though his heart had skipped a beat somewhere, sending his mind skittering dangerously. All at once, he recognized the symptoms he'd been trying to understand for weeks.

He was in love with Patton.

Logan, the literal embodiment of Logic, the one who was supposed to be emotionless and analytical, was in love with Morality…? It didn't sound quite right, but it was the only thing it could be, right?

His eyes swept over Patton, pausing on his flushed cheeks and freckles that stood out more against the pink shade his face had turned. The increasingly loud sound of Logan's heartbeat in his ears, his inability to think clearly, the way he felt fuzzy inside in response to Patton's giggles… they were all for Patton.

The dog's incessant licking halted and she panted. Patton opened his eyes, wiping at the happy tears that threatened to fall. He sniffled a few times, and then he saw Logan, and his smile only grew, if that were possible.

"Hey, Lo," greeted Patton, tone soft, and by now Logan was having immense difficulty keeping his emotions in. "Roman gave this dog, and she's so affectionate!" He ruffled the fur on the dogs head playfully.

"What's her name?" asked Logan once he'd found his voice again, eternally grateful that his internal turmoil could not be heard in his voice.

Patton seemed surprised for a second, then held up a finger. "Aha! Her name's gonna be Chocolate, since she's brown and she's so sweet," he cooed at the dog, who wagged her tail happily. "I think she likes it!"

While Patton was looking at the dog, all Logan had eyes for was Patton. After a moment, Patton glanced up and saw Logan watching him.

"Logan?" His head tilted like a curious puppy, and Logan was sure his face was incredibly red. Patton bent down and set Chocolate on the couch before straightening up again. "Is something wrong?"

Logan's eyes wandered left as he pondered, looking anywhere but at Patton. He could lie and make something up on the spot, but he'd never been very good at anything impromptu, and besides, why would he do that? Instead, he took a deep breath and a large step forward.

"Patton, I…" Logan shook his head, trying to find the words to properly express everything he felt about the moral side. Patton's blue eyes were fixed curiously on his face as he thought. "I'm terrible at this, but I thought you deserved for me to at least attempt to tell you how I feel, now that I know my feelings myself." He took another step forward and, in a surge of bravery, grabbed Patton's hand, lacing their fingers together.

"I… no, no scientific wording this time, I have to do this properly. Well… I think I love you." His gray eyes dropped to the floor and he bit his lip as he awaited whatever response would come.

Instead of a verbal response, however, he felt Patton's fingertips lightly pull his chin up.

"Look at me," Patton whispered, resting his forehead on an extremely flustered Logan's. "It was really brave of you to tell me." Logan waited for the "but," there had to be a "but" didn't there? It couldn't possibly be that… Patton might feel the same, no strings attached, could… it?

Patton chuckled, drawing Logan's attention back. "You're overthinking, Lo, I can tell. It's okay. I like you too."

And Logan, in a rare act of determination, driven by emotion, did something he never thought he, as Logic, would ever do.

He kissed Patton.

It only lasted a few seconds before he pulled away, guilty because Patton hadn't kissed him back.

"I'm sorry, that was terribly inappropriate, and you didn't want that, I didn't mean to force myself onto you, my apologies—" But Logan's ramblings were cut short as Patton pulled him back in for another kiss, and all cohesive thought was (figuratively) thrown right out the window as he curled his fingers into Patton's hair and Patton wrapped his arms tightly around Logan.

A wolf-whistle sounded from behind Logan, and he whipped around to glare at Roman and Virgil, both of whom sported gigantic grins that were smug and not the least bit apologetic.

"Do you mind?" he growled, annoyed that this moment had been cut short by their friends' impolite behavior. Virgil snickered, and Logan raised an eyebrow at him.

"Hey, Lo, sweetie, it's fine." Patton caressed his cheek and Logan was forced to look down at the unexpected nickname. "We can go somewhere else— or, no, you two can leave." He frowned at the two troublemakers in a way that was probably supposed to come off as stern, but to Logan it was just adorable.

"Very well," said Roman, smirking as he left, Virgil trailing behind him.

Once they were out in the hallway, Virgil turned to Roman and, simultaneously, both sides raised a hand for a high-five.

"I can't believe that worked as well as it did," Virgil crowed.

"It was a gamble, that's for sure," replied Roman. He lowered his voice. "Say, could you look around the corner and see what they're doing now?" His smile was devious.

Virgil leaned slowly past the edge of the doorframe, but Patton spotted him right away.

"Virgil! Roman! What did I tell you? Don't make me have to use my dad powers."

"Heh, sorry." Virgil ducked back into the hallway, sharing another high five with Roman before they actually left this time.

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bakudekuficlibrary · 6 years

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So I know you received this ask before but I would like to know if you have come across more fanfics about Izuku and bakugo staying as friends. If not that is okay :D

Hello! Here are the rest of all the fics where they never stop being friends! (Here’s a link to the Pining Best Friends BakuDeku list for anyone interested!)

-Ellie

22 Works.

not with those shoulders, darling by Disney_Princess_Izuku( T | 30,133+ | 15/? )

Whoever asshole that said “Midoriya Izuku is a quirkless loser” was a liar, and Bakugou Katsuki would love to introduce them to his fist. Repeatedly.

[Abandoned] On The Run by Justaperson1718 ( E | 159,534 | 29/30 )

(Based in an AU where All Might loses to All For One)

Follow Izuku and Katsuki as they fight together for their very survival and mature through their experiences with each other, on the run together from the League of Villains with no one to depend on but each other. The two will have to work out their differences if they want to continue to live and escape the villains.

Izuku will have to become stronger to finish what All Might started, meanwhile Katsuki will figure out his feelings for his new companion while slowly overcoming some of his bad habits.

[Major Character Death | Underage]

[Abandoned] Call Accepted by Attack_Of_The_Flying_Dekus ( M | 13,784+ | 8/? )

When the screen was clear of lag and static, Katsuki looked at the screen… and froze. The boy was an angel. A halo of green hair sat atop his round face, the curls framing wide eyes and freckled cheeks. The boy on the screen gaped at him for a moment, his mouth parted in a soft ‘o’ before he gave a sweet smile that made Katsuki’s heart beat faster.

”H-hi, Kacchan.”

The Rarity by bittybitt39 ( E | 24,926+ | 7/? )

Midoriya Izuku had been promised at the age of four to his once dear friend, Bakugou Katsuki. Their mothers thought it smart to betroth the two in the hopes that Izuku would be protected and taught in the safety of the guards Mitsuki could provide until the day he was old enough to come to the south kingdom. After all, it was not everyday that the rarity of a male omega was born within these times.

Izuku grows up knowing he is promised, and has vague memories of his alpha from his younger days. He is also gifted, in more ways than one when his teacher Toshinori confronts his mother with Izuku being named as his successor. But a war breaks out between the kingdoms of the north and east, and the betrothed are separated far longer than the royal family would have hoped. But the war raging keeps them separated besides a few letters that are received from those that were brave enough to run through the war lands.

I’ll Be Your Hero by bakudeku ( T | 2,536+ | 4/? )

Katsuki wants to protect Izuku. He wants to make sure Izuku never has to cry again. Maybe this was his chance to fix everything, to make sure he didn’t make the same mistakes as before. If this really isnt a dream, if Katsuki really is in the past, then he’d do anything his little body could to keep Izuku safe.

This time, he’ll stay by Izuku’s side.

Dekus and hairbows by LunaLavenderSkies ( G | 2,266 | 1/1 )

Everyone always knew that Izuku and Katsuki were childhood friends but they never really understood the weird relationship between them…Fem!Izuku / Fem!Dekukinda katsudekuSometime after the sports festival ark

By Design by EtherealBeing ( E | 7,513+ | 2/? )

As time went by, Izuku found it more and more difficult to reconcile his perceived quirklessness with the ever-growing permanence of his imaginary friend, Kacchan. This boy he’d created, whose very existence was designed to balance out his own shortcomings — he couldn’t always see him. Hear him. Feel him.

Kacchan, this boy whom Izuku made as an extension of himself — he wasn’t always real.

Yell It From The Top Of Your Lungs by estupidaval ( T | 2,897 | 1/1 )

Being seen as weak by many is frustrating. Even so when it’s almost everyone who looks at you.

At this, Izuku sheepishly lowered his gaze, and said “Strong people cry…”

At this, Aizawa smiled again, “And what are you doing right now, Izuku?”

“Crying,” He replied as he picked at his finger nails.

Aizawa decided to keep pushing, as Izuku knew what he was implying, but wouldn’t budge.

He raised an eyebrow and spoke up once more, “So, you are…”

And ‘Ah, there it is.’ Aizawa thought to himself as a smile crept it’s way onto the boy’s mouth. Izuku lifted his gaze once more and looked back into Aizawa’s eyes,

“Strong.”

like grass, or something by TayTei ( G | 3,634 | 1/1 )

Everyone has their own stupid stench, but Katsuki doesn’t mind Izuku’s so much

I literally have no idea how to write summaries, end me plz

SeriesPart 1 of Life is stupid, but we can make it work

Big Mistake by Aizawx ( T | 2,452+ | 3/? )

Midoriya is a teenager who has a crush on his childhood friend, and it turns out he likes him back. When they kiss they forgot to check if they door was closed. It wasn’t.

Hisashi does not approve of his son being gay, so Izuku is kicked out of his home with no where to go.

Until a teenager with black shoulder length hair comes back into his life

Childhood friends knows too much by cosmiictea ( T | 1,904 | 1/1 )

Bakugou Katsuki and Midoriya Izuku are childhood friends that has so much dirt on each other. Everything escalated from 0 to 100 real quick when one of them spilled the beans so it’s a war between two childhood friends and rivals on who could make the other cringed so hard that they shudder from hearing what they did as a child from the other’s mouth. That’s basically it.

SeriesPart 1 of BakuDeku: childhood friends

Magnolia Dreams by ElopeToTheSea ( T | 7,098 | 1/1 )

“Kaachan!” Deku’s voice. Sweet and cheerful, like a midday breeze. He was looking at him with those big bright green eyes, holding a flower crown in his hands. “Look what I did!”

“What’s that, Deku?” he asked. He was five, flower crowns weren’t something he was familiar with.

“Mom taught me how to make them,” he replied, placing the flower crown on top of his head. “They’re called flower crowns! I made mine of Magnolias!”

“They’re so lame,” he snickered. The field they were sitting on was covered in flowers. From white lilies to purple orchids. They all bloomed in spring. “A true crown is made of metal, idiot!”

[Major Character Death]

The Childhood Friend by Fuyuzashi ( T | 13,123+ | 4/? )

Friends are a big influence in one’s life, especially to Izuku who literally spends 2/3 of his whole life with Katsuki. Usually, friends can pick up each other’s habit if their relationship lasts long enough for the change and after ten years of friendship, Izuku started to notice the change.

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Basically, this is just a fic where Izuku and Katsuki kind of became real friends instead of a one-sided friendship where Izuku follows Katsuki around and gets bullied. Spoiler alert they fall for each other in the end.

For Years and Years… by Shadowolven ( G | 1,447 | 1/1 )

Ever since Katsuki first laid his eyes on Izuku, laid eyes on that blinding, innocent smile, Katsuki felt an odd connection to the other. Even if Izuku was the plainest one out of the entire village with no notable qualities to speak of, there was still something about him that tugged at Katsuki’s heartstrings—at his very soul.

They soon became friends and made fond memories together, but then Katsuki began to recall fragments of memories from a different time, from another life.

SeriesPart 4 of On a Whim

20 Kids and a Teacher vs. the World by AlexInfinite by AlexInfinite ( T | 12,970+ | 5/? )

Once upon a time, the world was terrible, and two kids who grew up together ran away in order to fix it. Two years and a conversation later, their party grows from two 15 year olds with the lacking of self preservation skills to a party of 20 insane kids and the poor teacher they brought along for the ride. Finding a legendary civilization in the clouds in order to stage a revolution shouldn’t be too hard, right?

Izuku, ever the pessimist of the original two, begs to differ.

Instinctual Love by ChestnutPatronus14 ( M | 2,191 | 1/1 )

Is it instinct or love that drives him to protect the Deku? He’s always been protective of him, no one gets to hurt him. But in a world where Deku is the only dragon without the ability to transform, it has never stopped him from following the prince around. So when he gets hurt, is it instinct that drives him to find him? Or is it love?

Part of Katsuki Bakugo Week 2018.Day two (Instinct/Love)

SeriesPart 2 of Bakugo Week 2018

a world without you (is isolation incarnate) by lovedbyshadows, PotatoGhostHaley ( Not Rated | 5,367+ | 2/? )

“And ever has it been known that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.” - Khalil Gibran.

Matters by QueenOfArcher ( E | 6,992+ | 3/? )

“Just be yourself, even if the whole world turn their back on you, hate you. I’ll be there, standing tall and proud, shout to the world that I’m yours. So come back to me. Promise that you’ll stay with me.”

“I…can be myself? And you won’t hate me?”

“Yes.”

“Okay, I promise.”

[Graphic Depictions of Violence]

Bloom by anontigg ( M | 1,955+ | 2/3 )

Midoriya Izuku is in love with his childhood friend all his life. He thought keeping his feelings hidden would be fine…until his life is on the line.

(Basically a hanahaki disease au fic…and I suck at summaries. forgive me TT TT)

20th of April by Mariko014 ( G | 1,686 | 1/1 )

It’s Katsuki’s birthday and he decides to confess his love to his childhood friend.

A Letter From A Friend by LocalTrashBin ( T | 1,638 | 1/1 )

Do you remember the day we first met? It was spring. The flowers were budding and the air smelt like pollen. It was the day my mother and I first moved into the neighbourhood. Your mom made us a casserole.

[Major Character Death]

Heiwa, The True Symbol of Peace… by trans_guy101 ( T | 1,876+ | 2/? )

In which Izuku has a quirk and it is as pure as the adorable cinnamon roll and his best friend is Bakugou Katsuki. They soon fall in love but then they add one more to their relationship…

#BakuDeku #KatsuDeku #BNHA #bkdkfl ask #w:mcd #w:underage #g:au #rs:f2l #curator ellie

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pixiesstolemyapples · 6 years

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Stormy Nights Chapter 1

Summary: Nightmares and intense storms have left Pidge with little sleep. Comfort from a close friend helps ease some of her anxieties. Please enjoy!

A/N: This is my first Voltron fic and my first Lance x Pidge fic. I really resonate with these two for some reason, so I really hope you all enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it! If it goes well enough, I may even update it with more chapters. Also please check it out on my FanFiction or my AO3 here! I appreciate that and all of you for reading too! Thank you and enjoy!

EDIT: I fixed the keep reading button! Sorry I forgot to add it, it was 4 AM when I first posted this!

It was a dark night in the Castle of Lions, the castle having landed down on the planet of Quaid in hopes of replenishing some supplies. The supply run was a success, however the limited light from the moon and the highly intense downpour of rain in tandem with the incredibly loud claps of thunder and high velocity winds, Princess Allura decided it be best to wait out the storms. However, forgetting that night lasts nearly four times longer than what they were used to, they seemed to be stuck. The storms had lasted nearly five quintaints already.

Everyone in the castle was fast asleep. But with a particularly loud clap of thunder that very faintly shook the castle, the green paladin was startled awake. Pidge's breathing was heavy, frantically feeling around for her bedside light. Drenched in more sweat than usual, she closed her eyes, burying her face into her hands and taking deep, slow breaths to calm herself down. Her face was wet, not from the sweat but from tears. Had she been crying in her sleep again? It must have been the dream again. Having it in her head once more, Pidge sobbed, wiping her eyes and face using the hem of her small black sleep shirt. She breathed steady again, curling her fingers into the soft cotton of her sleep shorts and closing her eyes, feeling the light air from her bedside fan. The planet itself was pretty humid, not to mention Pidge tends to sweat when she sleeps, so using a fan and sleeping in what were essentially summer sleepwear seemed to help her. Just when she was seeming to calm down, another loud clap of thunder sounded with a bright flash of lightning right next to Pidge's window. With a frantic scream, Pidge fell off her bed with a loud thud, the heavy breathing beginning once again.

Pidge let out another yell when she heard a banging coming from outside her door. What could that be?? She calmed down a little bit when she heard a familiar voice.

"Pidge?" she heard Lance's voice from beyond her door. "Pidge, are you okay?"

Pidge got up from the floor, almost running towards her door, pushing the button and letting the door open with a whoosh, Lance suddenly in front of her. "Lance!" she said, her voice trembling. Pidge was small, Lance knew that. He'd never seen her look as small as she was at that moment. She was standing a little hunched over, her arms hugging her shoulders. He rarely saw her in her sleep clothes. He could see hundreds of her little freckles peeking out on her arms and legs, inwardly smirking at the fact that they're not just on her face. Those thoughts were shut down however when he looked into her hazel eyes. Her eyebrows were heavily knitted, and he noticed what looked like fresh tear trails on her cheeks. Had she been crying?

"Pidge, are you okay?" the Cuban boy asked again, stepping forward into her room, the door whooshing shut behind him. Pidge took a step back from him. Ever the cautious one, Pidge. "I heard you scream, more than once. Are you okay, what happened?"

Pidge didn't want to worry him, plus it was embarrassing having woke someone up like that. "I'm f-fine.. I just, uh.. I fell out of bed, that's all," Pidge lied. Lance squeezed his lips together. He could tell when Pidge was lying . Despite having disguised herself as a boy for nearly a year, Pidge had a couple of distinct signs at when she was lying. Like right at that moment, she refused to look at him. Second, she was rubbing the fabric of her sleep shirt between her fingers. Lanced sighed.

"Pidge, why don't you just tell me? I've known you long enough to tell when you're lying to me."

Pidge looked up at him, his blue eyes not leaving her, making her feel extremely uncomfortable. She let out a shaky breath. "Look, I told you, I'm-" Suddenly another loud clap of thunder roared, a yelp escaping Pidge's throat and involuntarily throwing herself at Lance. Her fingers squeezed the fabric of his soft sleep shirt, her face buried in his chest and her eyes squeezed shut. Feeling her heavy breathing and shaking body, Lance looked down at this small, whimpering girl and realized something.

"Pidge..." he said, grasping her small shoulders in his large hands. "Are you... afraid of thunder?"

Pidge's eyes split open. Great, now he's gonna make fun of her. She peered up only to see the face of a concerned Lance looking down on her. She decided to lie again.

"What? No, of-of course I'm not-" with yet another clap of thunder, Pidge's face was once again buried in Lance's shirt, her arms tight around his torso. Lance was no longer amused. He felt this small person trembling in his arms, and he realized that Pidge was genuinely scared. He wrapped his arms around her shoulders, setting his cheek atop the crown of her head and giving her a tight squeeze. Lance had a big, tight-knit family. He knew exactly how effective hugs could be.

Flutters flew throughout Pidge's stomach. The feeling of being squeezed by somebody so warm and nice... she instantly started to calm down. Her eyebrows knitted together. It wasn't just the storm that was bothering her. The horribly vivid dream she had, of finally finding her brother and her father, only to be cut down by Zarkon himself kept flashing before her closed eyes. She let out a shaky breath and pushed away from Lance's warm embrace. She looked up at him sheepishly, embarrassed at her frightened display.

"Um..." she fiddled with her hands, trying to find the words for what Lance did. She already felt bad enough that she actually woke someone up with her screams. "Thank you, Lance... I, um.."

"Heh, it's no problem, Pidge," Lance said sincerely. "You're a member of my team, but... more than that, you're a dear friend of mine. I couldn't sleep soundly knowing that you couldn't."

Pidge smiled. She was happy to hear that Lance thought so fondly of her. He may be a flirty person, but he's more thoughtful than Pidge realized. And she didn't know why she hadn't seen it until now. Lance was incredibly selfless. He always worried about teammates, always looking out for their wellbeing. She remembered how he helped her find enough gac to buy that vintage game system, all the while he could have been hanging around that mall, flirting with alien girls. He even popped out of a coma to save them once.

Lance half smiled as he backed up toward the door. "So, you're okay then, right?" he asked, finger gunning towards her in that Lance fashion of his. Pidge giggled, wiping her face of nearly dried tear trails.

"I'll be fine," Pidge said, holding up an okay sign.

With a smile and one final look back, Lance retreated out the door. Pidge sighed, still embarrassed at the whole ordeal. He helped calm her down though, at least. So much so that he made her forget... about... the storm...?

Suddenly the loudest crack of thunder she'd heard that night sounded. Pidge let out a shriek, crouching down to the floor with her hands over her ears. Nearly breathing through her teeth, Pidge busied herself desperately trying to calm herself down, she didn't even hear the door open, suddenly feeling herself being picked up. She opened her eyes to see Lance, pushing a button next to her window, muttering 'first of all, let's fix this' under his breath before heading over to her bed. Gently setting her down on her bed, Lance carefully climbed in next to her, pulling her to his chest, his thighs colliding with her knees.

A bewildered Pidge peered up at Lance, nearly at a loss for words. "Lance, wh-what are you-"

"Shhh," he said softly. "Just close your eyes, and try to get some sleep."

Pidge opened her mouth to speak, but simply nodded her head and closed her eyes. Lance was warm. Not like an uncomfortable heat but a pleasant warm... a closeness. Feeling him breath in and out was both comforting and alarming... she felt his hand move to the small of her back and she shuddered, letting out small, shaky breaths. By no means was it a bad feeling, it wasn't a bad nervousness she was feeling, but... Pidge just didn't know how to explain it.

Thunder cracked once more, and although it was slightly muffled by the now sealed window, Pidge still let out a whimper, squeezing her eyes shut. Lance pulled her somewhat closer, her head resting against his sternum. She tried to calm her labored breathing.

"I'm... I-I'm sorry, Lance," Pidge whispered, making sure it wasn't coming out in a sob. Curling her hands into the soft cotton of his sleep shirt, she couldn't help but think of the dream she had again. She let out a shaky sigh.

"Is it just the thunder that's bothering you tonight, or...?" Lance asked softly. Damn, he could see right through her. Pidge sighed again.

"I just... have been having the same dream... sometimes for several nights in a row... I finally find Matt and my father.. only for them to be immediately cut down by Zarkon himself. I see Matt's vacant... dead eyes staring back at me," Pidge breathed shakily, "and that's when I wake up."

Lance was still throughout the story. So still Pidge thought he had fallen asleep for a moment. Suddenly Pidge felt him squeeze her into a tight hug. "I'm sorry, Pidge..." he murmured sleepily into her hair.

"Th-thanks..." she said quietly, closing her eyes again. They both settled into a comfortable silence, Pidge's fan whirring in the background.

"You just use a table fan?" Lance said quietly. "Why don't you use the air conditioning?"

"Oh, um..." Pidge stammered. "I like to feel the air close to my face when I sleep... I like the sound of it, too, I guess, and..." Pidge stopped short a moment, and continued on quietly, "I... I like using things from Earth..."

Lance faintly rubbed her shoulder. "Makes sense... I completely understand that."

Pidge nodded, softly nudging her head against his sternum. Save for a few more cracks of thunder, Pidge fell into a steady rhythm of breathing. Hearing Lance breathe and feeling him breathe, hearing his heartbeat, feeling his hands, heavy on her shoulder, touching at the small of her back... feeling the pleasant warmth radiating off of him, the softness of his sleep shirt, everything just felt so... nice.

Eventually Pidge's consciousness faded, paying no mind to the slightly quieter albeit crackling sky, and finally letting a deep sleep take over her.

#plance #pidgance #flirtyrobot #pance #voltron #voltron legendary defender #pidge x lance #lance x pidge #lance #pidge #katie #katie holt #fan fiction #my fanfiction #angst #comfort

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thepilotanon · 6 years

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springbeauty viii

{masterlist}

For anyone who was upset by what happened last chapter, I hope this one makes up for it. Clyde could use a little distraction, don’t you think?

warning: nsfw!!

Unlocking the door to the double-wide trailer and practically dropping the soaked bags on the floor, Clyde slouched his shoulders as he dragged his feet on the rug to wipe off his boots before taking them off. The living room cleaned and organized as it was before they left yesterday, the man tugged off his hat and tossed it to the side as he made room for his girl to enter the home with her arms filled with the blankets. Watching her shiver from the chilly breeze outside and shutting the door quickly to keep the warmth inside, wearing his coat that practically swallowed her, Clyde took a deep breath through his nose. Seeing her look up to him, Clyde’s lips went to a thin line as he saw her offer him a gentle smile.

“Welcome home, handsome,” Belle said softly.

Nodding, Clyde leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead, catching a few raindrops on her wet hair, sighing again. “Home sweet home,” he said in a rather dull tone, pulling back as he entered further into the house in his socks. “I’m gonna go lay down…”

Belle hummed gently in response, watching him leave towards their bedroom as she set the blankets besides the bags. Kneeling down to unzip one of them, she began unpacking some of their items to return to their proper places. Clyde seemed to walk like a zombie into the bedroom, finding the bed made. He stared at it for a long moment before letting out a deep groan as he collapsed like a tree into the pressed quilt, bouncing a bit on the mattress as he buried his face into his pillow before rolling to his back in a diagonal pose on the bed.

It was raining heavily now, still no thunder, which was a very good sign, but the noise itself of rain pelting against the window in the bedroom seemed to taunt him. It was like a schoolyard bully who made fun of his big ears, or shouted out how it looked like his face was always dirty because of his moles and freckles. Constant noises that Clyde had to drown out with his thoughts of how everything went wrong and blaming himself.

Hearing Belle enter the bathroom and closed the door, Clyde shut his eyes and went limp on the bed. He didn’t want to put his arm back on or do anything right now. If he had his way, he would stay in bed and roll himself up in his blankets and hide for years - maybe to the end of time, because not even nature could let him have one good thing happen to him. He couldn’t remember the last time it rained during the Logan camping trip, now that he thought about it…

It was the damn Logan Curse.

“Aw hell,” Clyde whispered. He should have known that the curse was going to sneak up on him sooner or later, and now he had more proof to shove into Jimmy’s face to add to the books.

The bathroom door opened and Clyde listened to his girl enter the bedroom, feeling the weight shift on the mattress before the pressure of Belle’s weight rest on his pelvic area, balancing carefully as she straddled him. He kept his eyes closed as he felt her hands gently stroke up and down his clothed chest, feeling her lean a bit over to him.

“Are you tired?” she asked him softly, her palms coming to rest over his heart.

Shaking his head, Clyde made a soft purr at the feeling of her hands massaging his chest in small circles. “M’fine, Darlin’...”

“Are you sure? You seem very stressed to me, Clyde.”

“Baby, I promise ya I’m -” Clyde was going to comfort her nerves like he always does, his only hand coming to rest on her clothed thigh to give her the attention to throw her off. He was expecting to feel her denim jean that she slept in before being forced awake by the weather alert.

Instead, he felt soft skin and warm flesh.

“Baby,” Clyde muttered under his breath, suddenly feeling his own jeans becoming a bit tight. Even with the AC now turned on, it was feeling a bit warm in the bedroom. Her skin always had this effect on him whenever he were to touch her.

“Mmhm?”

“Yer not wearin’ any pants, are ya?” he asked in a serious voice, his eyes still closed. His brows furrowed a bit when his fingers lightly squeezed her thigh, feeling so smooth under his fingertips in the most heavenly manner.

“Mmm, nope. I guess I’m not.”

Slowly sliding his hand up her thigh, Clyde felt his throat go dry when he felt the familiar texture of his warm flannel that he brought along the trip incase of cold weather. His eyes snapping open and lifting his head to see Belle pantsless and wearing his flannel button up open for him to see her naked flesh between, Clyde felt his heart begin to pound as she gave him a sweet but completely naughty smile. His brows shot up when she reached into the breast pocket of his stolen flannel and pulled out the familiar, unopened package of the a condom he normally had stashed in the drawer of their shared dresser.

Clyde completely forgot he packed one for the trip, should the proposal lead to something physical and he could have Jimmy take Sylvia and Sadie out on a hike or something…

“You got my shirt on…” Clyde slurred, his eyes glued to the exposed skin of Belle’s sternum, her fingers rolling the condom wrapper carefully as she rocked her head from side to side.

“Uh-huh. It looked very cozy,” she told him, shifting a bit to cause a little friction by rolling her hips and Clyde inhaled sharply and feeling his legs lock a bit. “Then I found this in your shirt pocket and it got me thinking a bit.”

“Yeah…” Clyde dazed a bit before looking up to her bright eyes, his pupils dilating. “Got ya thinkin’ what, Darlin?”

“You’ve been stressed since yesterday,” Belle spoke casually, letting the edge of the condom wrapper poke her lip as she kept moving her hips slowly. Clyde shuddered at a particular hard push to his groin and his right hand sliding up to slip under the shirt, touching her soft sides and biting his lip. “I know you’re upset about your surprise and the rain must have made it more bothersome for you, but I also have noticed that it has been a while since the last time we’ve been…”

“Busy. Gettin’ frisky like rabbits,” Clyde groaned, and Belle nodded.

“I miss having my big man take care of me, but I also really miss taking care of you,” Belle whispered, leaning down and having each hand beside his head as she pressed a light kiss to his cheek. Sinking further against his crotch, she could feel the firmness hiding underneath his jeans. “I think it can make you feel better if we relieved some tension in you, handsome.”

Feeling her lightly bite under his ear, Clyde’s lids fluttered as he raised his hips in return of a little thrust. “Do ya want to..?”

“I always want my man,” Belle moaned into his ear and Clyde felt his skin feel like it was on fire. He wanted to rip his clothes off so bad, he could barely stand it. “I love having you touch me and make me feel so good in ways no one else can, Clyde. You make me feel like I’m in Heaven when you make me yours, handsome. You’re so big and warm, and you make me feel like a goddess. You make me feel so good, handsome. My handsome man.”

Her words seducing him, feeling her lips kiss and nip down his thick neck as her fingers began undoing the first few buttons of his shirt, Clyde was going off into his happy place with his only hand grabbing her soft bottom and his stump arm wrapping around her back. Once the last button was removed, she slid her hands underneath his tank and he exhaled hotly “Belle, baby…”

“So strong and perfect,” Belle whined in a way she knew would get him excited. Leaning back and bringing him along to sit up, Belle removed his button up and peeled the tank from over his head and attacked his collarbone with soft nibbles. Her hands coming to comb through his hair, she carefully tugged his roots to make him look her way. “I love you, Clyde. I love you so, so much and I want you to feel good.”

Clyde kissed her then, soaking her in and tasting her tongue as he clung to her desperately. He groaned against her when she lightly bit his lower lip and tugged, making him grip her bottom with one hand as he moved his mouth to suck on her pulse. Belle sighed in content, her fingers tangled in his long hair as he held her close and fixed their positions carefully, turning and stumbling before dropping them both with her underneath him broad body. He was already rubbing his still clothed hips against her, lifting the flannel she stole up to find what underwear she was wearing.

Clyde whined at the sight of his favorite blue silk undies with lace trimming, his lips in a big pout before diving back to mark her skin with more gentle bites and suckles as he pushed the folds away to kiss further down to her soft breasts. Feeling her nails lightly scratch his scalp before taking her left nipple into his mouth, Clyde moaned when he flicked his tongue that caused her to jump and whimper, yanking his hair unintentionally. He loved that pleasurable sting and repeated his attack to earn it as a reward and a soft cry of his name.

His hand reaching to hurry to remove his belt buckle and undo his pants, Clyde’s actions became hyper and needy to feel and taste Belle’s skin. It wasn’t until she carefully grabbed his head with both hands, causing him to still in his frantic need to be free of his constraining pants for her to guide him in a slow, breath-stealing, mind numbing kiss that had tongue and teeth teasing each other. Clyde became hypnotized by it, following after her to get more like a starving man while she reached down to help undo his belt and his jeans. The feeling of her helping to push down his jeans helped, allowing him to wiggle his hips as he pressed against her to lay down on the bed.

His lips trailing down her exposed torso, Clyde made sure to take his time to stop and press a loving kiss to where her heart was located and down to her belly button. His hand sliding up her thigh, he slid off the bed and let his thumb hook under the edge of her underwear, his mouth never leaving her skin. He could feel the heat radiating off of her so close to her core, making him need to take a breath. Looking up to see her watching him, her cheeks red as her chest rose and fell in heavy breaths, hair messy, everything - he wanted to treat her like royalty but also tear her apart in pleasure until she begs him to stop from overstimulation.

“God, baby, you’re so beautiful,” Clyde sighed with heavy eyes as he pulled her silk underwear down her legs, revealing more of her perfect skin and slipping it off her completely. Tossing the panties off somewhere else in the room, a naughty smirk emerged on his lips as he stared at Belle.

Raising himself on his knees, Clyde fingers drummed their way closer to her wet fold before sliding his middle finger up her slit. Belle squeaked and arched her back at the sudden touch to her clit, and she bit her lip hard at the sight of the moisture that remained on the appendage that Clyde was admiring.

“So beautiful and wet for me,” he cooed as they locked eyes. “Jus’ wanna eat ya, baby…”

Belle whimpered and he chuckled. “Can ya hand me the rubber, Darlin’? I wanna feel ya right now. I gotta feel ya.”

Not wanting to break eye contact, Belle used her other hand to blindly search and grab the condom and hold it out to him with shaky fingers. Clyde laughed lightly as he pushed his boxers down and plucked the wrapper from her. “S’okay, baby, I’ll take care of ya real soon. Jus’ be patient for me…”

“Clyde,” Belle whined in a way that caused him to hurry in ripping the wrapper open and put the protection on properly, scrambling back onto the bed until he was nose-to-nose with her once more. The whole behavior was humorous and Belle covered her mouth with her hand to hide her giggle, but he carefully tugged her hand away while he smiled to her.

Brushing his large nose against hers, Clyde felt his heart flutter when he felt her laughter with their bare chests touching. “Don’t hide yer perdy voice from me, Darlin’,” he whispered, the hand letting go of her wrist and trailing down her body. Slipping a finger inside and making her gasp and throw her head back, Clyde nuzzled into her jaw and pressed gentle kisses to her pulse “So hot and wet, you feel so good. So tight…I wanna feel you wrapped ‘round me and squeezin’ me.”

“Clyde,” Belle moaned airly as her hips slowly followed the movements of his finger inside her sex, her breathing getting heavier and toes curling at the achingly slow pace. Once he added another finger, one of her knees bent and she gasped in delight, her hands coming to roam his bare back and hair while he supported himself on his stump beside her. He curled the two and slowly dragged him out, making her shiver uncontrollably. “Yes, yes. Clyde, oh yes…”

“Feel so good, baby,” Clyde praised her with a low voice, his eyes closing as he felt blood boil from the waist down. Slotting his hips to angle with her, Clyde used his drenched hand to hold his cock and guide it into her entrance.

Carefully rocking to ease into her, Clyde awarded her with every inch she took in with a soundful kiss to her heaving lips. Whispering against her mouth how she was doing so well and how proud he was of her; her hands gripping his hair tightly or scratching his back with blunt nails, Belle whimpered for more of him as her leg wrapped around his waist and his right hand supporting her thigh to a high angle. He watched her with careful eyes, burning each gasp and soft cry of his name to memory and the way her eyes fluttered shut when he went a little bit deeper. She was tight but so wet, even with the protection shielding him away from the actual texture he craved and longed to feel on his own flesh, he thought she felt amazing nonetheless. Kissing her cheek, Clyde was slow to reach deep into her and earned a long moan spilling from her flushed lips.

“God, so perfect. So perfect and tight ‘round me,” Clyde whispered. “You alright, Darlin’? Not hurtin’?”

Belle shook her head, her eyes closed as she rubbed her temple against him. “Please, please... move, Clyde. Please.”

“Nice and slow,” he told her and began his pace and she threw her head back with a sigh. “I wanna feel ya, Belle. Ya feel so perfect. I want you to feel me, feel how big I am inside ya and how good I make you feel. I want ya to feel good with me.”

She nodded against him and he grinned. Kissing her cheek and wrapping his left arm around to cradle the back of her neck, Clyde pushed deep in his slow thrust to build up her orgasm as he felt his approach rather quickly. No matter how hard he tried, how he tries to hold back, he always feel his climax coming with how tight and perfect she was wrapped around him. With her holding on to him, arms wrapped around his neck as she buried her face into his shoulder, Clyde used his right hand to trail down her back and come between them to rub his thumb against her clit. Belle cried out as he pressed the pad of his thumb against the bundle of nerves, rubbing in a pattern he knew would make her fall apart. His hips faltering and sweat breaking out all over his face and back, Clyde growled under his breath as he quickened his thrusts and movements on Belle for her to orgasm, yet the tightening of her walls around him were becoming harder and harder to resist falling into the pool of absolute pleasure…

Feeling her head turn and pressing her lips to his ear, Clyde felt her purposely squeeze her inner muscles as she moaned in a tone that completely had him under her spell. “Come for me, Clyde. Let go and come for me.”

Feeling his eyes roll back a bit in ecstasy, Clyde pinned his upper body to her as he began to thrust faster and harder. He was coming apart by the rise in volume of Belle’s moans as he had to stop touching her clit to grip the blanket in a fist, his knuckles bleaching as he went fast and reached his peak quickly.

Grunting before letting out a guttural noise as he came, shuddering in pure bliss as he hid his face into Belle’s damp neck and she whined, holding onto him tight with her legs locking him in place, Clyde pushed against her for a long moment before drawing out hers with slow thrusts once again, hot breaths against her throat and keeping his eyes closed to focus more on feeling her warmth tighten and spasm around his cock in little jumps of her getting close. He pressed sloppy, hot and wet kisses against her sweaty skin, mumbling against her as she bit her bottom lip.

“You feel so perfect, so hot,” Clyde told her in soft appraisal, feeling her inner muscles clench at his low voice. “My girl’s so soft and perfect and all mine. Ain’t that right, baby?”

Angling his hips, he caused her to let out a warning cry. His own orgasm still spilling out into the condom, Clyde couldn’t stop until he knew Belle also reached her peak; even if he couldn’t use his only hand to assist, the brush of his pelvis against her swollen clit was doing just fine. Clutching tightly to the pillow near her tangled hair, Clyde repeated the motion again and again as he bit the juncture between her neck and shoulder, making her gasp.

“Tell me, baby, this tight pussy’s all mine, ain’t it?” he growled against her skin and did a particularly rough thrust of his hips, making her sob. “C’mon, Belle. Use your words, I know ya can… Tell the truth, Darlin’.”

Nodding her head, Belle whimpered as he lifted his own and lightly kissed her lips. She was so close and he knew it. “Tell me, Belle. Yer all mine, ain’t ya…”

“Y-yes!” Belle cried out as she came, and Clyde peppered kisses all over her face as she moaned through the wave of her pleasure. “Yes, yes, I’m all yours!”

“All mine, and I’m all yours, baby,” Clyde purred, kissing her jaw and neck as she tried to catch her breath. “So good, Darlin’. So hot and wet and perfect for me. I love you.”

Belle whimpered, resting her temple against his head. Her chest heaved tiredly and bare against his, only the sleeves of the flannel remained on her body underneath both of them as he continued to press kisses all over her skin. Kissing her collarbone, the top of her breasts and shoulders, Clyde tickled her skin with the ends of his hair and the tip of his nose as he trailed back up to kiss her lips and chuckled when she tried returning it and stroked his hair with a shaky hand.

“I love you,” he spoke against her mouth, giving her another kiss. “I love you.” Another to her lips and nuzzling into her hair, Clyde took a deep breath and held on to her. “I love you so much, Belle. I love you, you have no idea how much you mean to me.”

Her legs becoming like jelly, Belle wrapped her arms around him and hid her face against his damp neck. His only hand coming down to gently caress her trembling thigh, he was careful to lift himself off her and slip out of her core. Seeing her own juices leak from her, Clyde pressed a soft kiss to her knee. “Lemme get ya a rag and clean ya up,” he told her softly, seeing her still a bit dazed in her dreamy post-orgasmic cloud. She looked to him with a small frown, and he gave her a soft smile. “I won’t be long, Darlin’. I’ll come cuddle you in a second.”

Hurrying to get a towel wet with hot water and disposing the condom properly in the trash, Clyde returned to Belle in bed and pampering her skin with gentle kisses to her thighs as he cleaned her up between her legs. He had to hop out of his jeans that somehow managed to stay around his ankles throughout the whole session, making him inwardly laugh at how silly he must have looked. He decided to remain naked in the end. Being careful to avoid her still sensitive center, Clyde eventually hung the damp rag over the ledge of the bedpost and crawl back onto his girl’s spent body. Seeing her more focused, practically glowing as she smiled and reached out to him, he couldn’t resist but grin back and fall into her arms. Not caring that either of them were slightly sticky with sweat, Clyde tucked his head against her and listened to her heartbeat while her fingers combed through his hair. Clyde had Belle curl a bit to steal his warmth, allowing him to hold her leg and stroke the skin of her thigh.

“Feel less tense now?” she asked in a gentle whisper, making him snort and pull a toothy smile against her sternum. Tucking a lock of his messy hair behind his large ear, Belle stroked his cheek with her thumb. “Hmm?”

“Yeah.” Lifting his head to give her a kiss to her collarbone, Clyde nuzzled into her neck and gave her kisses there. “Ya always feel so good, Belle. Ya spoil me every time you seduce me like ya do…”

“You know you love it,” Belle teased sweetly, going back to petting his hair.

“True, very true.”

Belle giggled lightly and felt his hand rub up and down her leg before sliding up her side. Taking hold of the edge of the flannel she had on, he tugged it over her naked skin. “You cold at all, Darlin’? Should get ya under the blanket…”

“I’m not cold, handsome,” Belle whined as he tried to move away from her, making her hook her leg around him. “Nooo, stay here! You’re warm enough!”

“Yer gonna jus’ use me to keep ya warm?” Clyde raised his brows and bopped his nose against hers affectionately. “Just gonna use me for my body?”

“I’ll let you use mine? Only if you want,” she suggested cheekily and Clyde’s eyes had a sudden spark to them.

“Oh, really…”

“Clyde?” Narrowing her eyes, Belle recognized his rare, hidden quirk of his eyes telling more than he was saying. “What are you thinking?”

Silencing her with a kiss to her lips, Clyde was careful to hold her down. Belle felt him lightly lick her bottom lip and she realized what he was planning on doing, making her jump. “Clyde! I said I want to take care of you. I wanna make you feel good!”

“Havin’ my Belle all satisfied makes me feel good,” Clyde chuckled against her as he trailed down her body with his mouth. “Said I wanted to eat ya, didn’t I? Don’t wanna be hungry, and we didn’t eat breakfast yet…”

Belle whimpered with a smile on her lips as he slid down her body, carefully hooking her leg over his stump and spread her thighs with his only hand, Clyde pressed firm, loving kisses against her skin. “Now, be a good girl and let me do all the work now. You did enough for me and now I wanna just taste you and hear ya perdy voice call for me.”

Fun fact: I actually wrote this half asleep (I apologize if this is sloppy).

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void-bot · 6 years

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Drawing on MS Paint

These are your friends:

1: A color palette

2: The marker brush

3: The brush brush

4: The crayon brush

5: The color picker

6: The zoom in thingey

7: The ability and sense to change brush sizes

8: Patience

9: Forgot to put it in the picture, but THE SAVE BUTTON WILL SAVE NOT ONLY SAVE YOUR DRAWING BUT WHAT FEW TINY SCRAPS OF SANITY YOU HAVE LEFT

Step 1:

Draw on your palette. Use the color picker and the marker brush (the marker brush is sorta translucent or something, so you make a line, color pick the line, make a line with that, repeat yada yada)

This will enable you to shade and stuff later.

Step 2:

Make a silhouette. Use various sizes of the brush brush. You may occasionally need ctrl+z, so make little lines and also don’t be afraid to use the background to even out something of whatever.

When I do this, the head usually comes out looking like shit. If your *whatever* looks like shit to you, it’s okay. You can fix it later. Just continue.

Step 3:

Hair, if your character has it. It’s really hard, so save first.

It now looks less shitty. If you like, you can add a likke something lke freckles and stop here.

Step 4:

Make lines. a long as they cover where your lines are going to be in the end, you’re good. I advise using the biggest version of the brush brush to do this.

It looks like shit again, and that’s okay.

Step 5:

Fix your lines.

Step 6:

Add details. The hair will take forever. Freckles are easy and take five minutes, just use different sizes of the brush brush and click around. The shades you made in step one may come in handy.

You may stop here, and turn back before you lose your sanity.

Step 7, the ghost number:

Use the crayon brush and those shades you saved earlier to shade. It takes forever.

You are now done. Be proud of yourself. I’m proud of you. Even if you don’t actually do this. I’m proud that you at least skimmed through it.

#Art #MS Paint #My art #Tutorial

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simplylegilimenss · 6 years

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Yule Ball Number Two (Or Another Reason for Hermione to Fangirl)

The Decorating Committee had done a fine job, Hermione thought as she stepped through the doorway. The white marble stairs had been polished to perfection, the lanterns were glowing brighter than ever, and even the colors of the stained glass in the windows shone brightly. They had also added a special glowing magical shield that prevented anyone from seeing into the ballroom and from seeing anyone outside. A useful piece of work really.

Hermione wiped her hands on her ice blue dress nervously. She wanted everything to go perfectly tonight. It was hard work, setting up for another Yule Ball in their eighth year. It was her idea of course, just another way to promote house unity. She even managed to get Harry to join the decorating committee, but let Ron be because she knew he was very busy with something he was doing this year. She was happy to see Harry so happy again, she knew how lost he had been after the war. She reckoned that a bit of work would take his mind off of things and make him happy even. And it had worked. Harry was eating more, his face was more flushed and he was almost always smiling now. She knew that another part of the reason he was happy was because he was seeing someone as well. And she thought she knew who it was already. But Harry promised her she’d find out tonight, so she was still itching to know if she was right or not.

She wondered where Ron was as she passed people on the stairway staring at her. She knew Harry was going to help him dress up tonight, but she was still worried, because her best friend didn’t exactly have a blast fashion sense now did he? She quickly looked down at her ice dress, which had a sweetheart neckline and sleeves that weren’t quite on her shoulders. She had been patiently working on her appearance for tonight because this was a night she wanted to remember always. Today, her hair was up in an elegant twist, with a lock of hair dangling down by the side of her face and a few strands of hair peeking out from her bun and dangling at the nape of her neck. Her lips were a deep red, and to say so herself, she was proud of how she’d done with her appearance tonight.

She stopped at the edge of the stairs, only one step down and took in the room. It was big and spacious, perfect for a night of dancing and fun. To add more inter-house unity to the night, she had invited the other eighth years to the Gryffindor common room when it got late for some fun games she had planned out with Seamus and Dean. There were already people dancing on the dance floor and some were sitting by the tables in a corner. But still no sign of Harry or Ron. She walked down the stairs, her plain black flats clacking against marble. Just as she got to the bottom-

“‘Mione!” A very familiar voice called to her and she turned around, grinning.

“Harry!” She called back, waving.

Harry ran to her and gave her a quick hug. “Hey, you sure do clean up nice ‘Mione.”

“So do you,” She said, smiling. “Waiting for someone?” Harry was wearing deep green wizarding formal dress robes with a gold embroidery. They certainly looked expensive and brought out Harry’s eyes, she noticed. She tried scanning the room for someone wearing something similar, but nothing. She turned back to him and placed her hands on her hips, expecting an answer.

He smiled at her and shrugged. “Maybe.”

“Where’s Ron?” She asked, smiling.

Harry laughed. “Well, someone told him to make a ‘dramatic entrance’, so he won’t be here for a few minutes.” He shook his head fondly, and she laughed.

“Who told him to make a ‘dramatic entrance’? I’m sure it wasn’t you.” Harry looked at her and then started laughing.

“Merlin, ‘Mione, just how well do you know me? When have I ever told anyone to make a dramatic entrance?”

“Ugh, where is he? I swear if he doesn’t show up in the next thirty seconds, I’m dancing with you.”

Harry’s eyes glittered mischievously. “Sorry, but I’m spoken for tonight.”

“Great, then I should just find someone to dance with then? Maybe punish Ron for not getting here on time?”

Harry laughed and pretended to look disgusted. “Ew, keep you and your kinky fantasies away from me!”

“Fine, I guess since you’re not willing to dance with me, then Neville’s over there looking lonely. I think Hannah hasn’t shown up yet, that’s why. Ok, bye Harry!”

“I don’t think that will be necessary.” Another voice cuts in and she whips around, elated to see the sight of red hair and freckles.

“Ron!” She yelled happily and launched herself into his welcoming arms. “What kept you?”

“Well, someone wanted me to make a dramatic entrance that will, and I quote, ‘impress that girlfriend of yours’.” Ron was wearing a jet black muggle suit and an ice blue tie to match her dress. He looked so handsome tonight. Who had dressed him up?

“Come on, tell me,” She smiled at him and batted her eyelashes. “Who is it?”

“Sorry,” Ron pretended to zip his lips. “but I swore to Harry that I wouldn’t tell you.”

“Come on, please?” She tried.

“Uh, he made me do an Unbreakable Vow.”

“Wait, what?” Hermione was shocked.

“No, but with....er...different consequences.” His face turned red and she smiled at him.

“That’s okay, I’ll find out tonight anyway. Wanna dance?”

“Why would I ever say no?”

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It was probably almost ten o’ clock, and Hermione still didn’t find out who Harry was with yet. “Come on Harry.” She muttered under her breath. She took a sip of her punch and watched Harry, who was currently drinking water. She had mostly seen him dancing alone, but sometimes she saw him dancing with Luna, and then Ginny. But the two girls were together, so that didn’t make any sense unless.....were they in a threesome?

Then someone walked up to Harry. Malfoy? Draco had been extremely quiet this year, and she knew he was also on the Decorating Committee as well. He seemed very lonely this year, but now he wore his trademark smirk as he approached Harry. What was he going to do? Hermione was so focused on the blond head, that she completely forgot about her punch.

“Hey, Potter. Want to dance?” Draco smirked at Harry and she could practically feel the sparks flying. It had to be Malfoy, it had to be.

“Sorry, but I’m already spoken for tonight.” Harry said, also smirking now. Hermione was shocked. She was so sure it was Malfoy, even before the dance. Maybe it wasn’t him. But then who could it be?

“Well, they must be an absolute saint to put up with you, Potter.”

“Ah, well, that they are. But you know me. This person is...special.”

Malfoy’s eyes softened a bit, but he kept the smirk on. “What are they like?”

“Well,” Harry said, evidently thinking, “they are extremely infuriating and annoying. They are about this tall.” His hand went up to the top of Malfoy’s head, and Hermione’s heart seemed to stop beating. “I swear, they’re like this big prickly cactus, but you know what Malfoy? They’re so beautiful and kind and I think I’m in love with them. No, scratch that. I know I’m in love with them.”

Ron came up behind Hermione. “Watcha looking at?”

Malfoy stepped closer to Harry. “You say you love them?” Hermione’s kept staring, ignoring Ron’s question.

Harry smiled that huge smile that always made others smile, and Malfoy did smile then. “I do. I do love them so much it hurts.”

Malfoy smiled at Harry. “So, if you’re done ranting about your lover, then care to dance?”

Harry smiled. “Actually, I think I’m going to kiss my lover right now.” And took another step closer to Malfoy. Hermione was practically screaming kiss kiss kiss in her head. The two were nose to nose now.

For one moment, Harry turned around. “You watching this ‘Mione?” And then he turned around and with one swift movement, kissed Malfoy in front of everyone. Ron cheered behind her while she let herself smile in giddy happiness. Wow, the two were in love! She kept staring at the entwined couple. What could be better than this?

She turned at a tap on her shoulder and then saw Ron looking at her with so much love in his eyes that she practically melted right there.

“Hermione? You know I love you, right?”

“Yes, and I love you as well Ron, but-”

He held up a hand to stop her. “Hermione Jean Granger, I love you so much. More than you can ever know. And you know a lot.” He dropped to one knee and Hermione gasped, her hands flying to cover her mouth. This couldn’t be happening. Was it some kind of dream?

“Hermione, I’ve known you for so long. And I don’t want to make my speech that long because I definitely don’t want to make you fall asleep. So, will you marry me?”

“Ron,” she said, smiling from ear to ear, “why in the whole world would I ever say no?”

He jumped up and placed the gorgeous sapphire ring on her finger, complete with diamonds. It was beautiful. She looked at him. “I love you,” she told him.

“And you know I love you as well, Hermione.” And then he kissed her and everyone was whooping and cheering for them while the fireworks exploded behind her closed eyelids.

Best Yule Ball ever.

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I also thought I should draw art for this and so after about three days of fixing hair, dresses, and the whole background in general, here it is: Yule Ball Number Two Art. I feel like I might make a continuation of this fic and do more art for it, so the post will constantly change, so get ready for that!

#romione #drarry #backgrounddrarry #getreadyforthespice #yuleseason #yule ball #thegreatcommittee

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