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honeydjarin · 5 months

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MOUSE IN THE KITCHEN

OPLA SANJI X SHORT!READER

Luffy isn’t the only one with a penchant for sneaking into the kitchen.

request: Hiii, if you want to I'd like to request a Sanji x short reader, where they try and help him out in the kitchen but can't reach anything. No pressure, just wondering

genre: fluff

word count: 2,000

a/n: normally I avoid any sort of specific physical features in my fics in order to make them as inclusive as possible, but as someone who must climb the shelves at the grocery store in order to reach anything, this request spoke to me. This one is a little silly and nothing but fluff. I hope you enjoy!

It’s late. The sun sank below the horizon long ago, leaving no trace of the adventures and games that took place during the daylight hours. Everyone else on the Going Merry is asleep. You really should be sleeping too, and you had been, not too long ago.

You don’t know what it is that stirred you from your slumber. Perhaps some noise as the ship rocks on lazy waves, or a crew mate talking just a bit too loud in their sleep. It doesn’t matter, really. What does matter is the thoughts that worm their way into your mind the longer you lie awake. Thoughts of something light, something sweet, something to satiate a craving, your body convinced it’s time for breakfast despite your mind knowing dawn is hours away. It doesn’t take long for the hollow ache in your stomach to drive you from the comfort of your hammock and up towards the galley.

You know the kitchen on the ship well. You know which floorboards creak and which are safe to step on, where the chef hides traps for Luffy and how to circumvent them, where all of the ingredients to satiate your sweet tooth are hiding.

Just thinking about the reason for your intimate knowledge of the ship’s kitchen is enough to send heat racing up your neck and settling beneath your cheeks. You press your fingers to the skin where your burning blood pools beneath the surface, taking a moment to relish in the sugar sweet feeling of a simple crush—a single name swirling through your brain is all it takes to leave you giggling quietly in the night.

Sanji, the newest member of the Straw Hat Crew. Sanji, the one who will never let another go hungry, not even a stranger. Sanji, the man with sun soaked hair and a honey dipped tongue.

Sanji.

When the chef first joined the crew, you admired him. He was caring and steady, he knew what he believed in. With his handsome looks, quick wit, and open flirtations, it didn’t take long for that admiration to slip into something that felt sweetly like affection. You couldn’t help but want to spend more time with the cook, hoping to join him in the activities that bring him the most joy so that you might better understand him. It didn’t take long for you to become nearly as familiar with the galley as he is.

You step into the kitchen, closing the door quietly behind you. You leave the lights off, not wanting to risk anyone else catching you in the galley (or getting the idea to grab a snack themselves). Instead, you stand in the dark, waiting for your eyes to adjust. Moonlight spills through the windows of the room, bright enough to see by, if you’re patient.

It isn’t long before you’re able to move again, walking along a familiar path towards where Sanji stores all things sugary.

There’s a sinking feeling in your stomach that you’re doing something you shouldn’t. Like if you have to sneak around then you’re in a place you don’t belong. This is Sanji’s space, cataloged and organized to best suit his needs and ensure the crew has enough supplies to last between islands. It feels strange to be in the kitchen without the sound of his laughter or the smell of something delicious cooking on the stove top.

Sanji’s presence is the piece that makes this space feel so comfortable. Without him, it feels too large, hollow. The galley has no life without its chef. You never really thought about how the kitchen would feel without him in it, and can’t help but hope it isn’t a feeling you become used to.

You know if you wake up the cook he will make something for you. He would rub the sleep from his eyes, only half succeeding, before asking what he could make to help satiate your craving with a smile. You would feel guilty the whole time.

It’s better to sneak through the galley for something you can find on your own than to disturb Sanji’s sleep.

The first thing you search for is chocolate. You crawl onto the countertop, balancing on your knees as your feet dangle over the edge, before opening the cabinet in front of you. You eye the chocolate chips, the miniature sweets sitting at a level seemingly so easy for the rest of the crew to grab. You doubt any of the others would have to climb to reach them.

Unfortunately, the only chocolate on the shelf is unsweetened. The lack of added sugar may be perfect for baking, but they won’t be sweet enough for your taste on their own.

You begin to drop down from the countertop, fully intending to continue your search for the perfect treat. Your feet drop to the ground quietly, and you land in an almost crouch. Perfect, the ship is silent, as it should be. You straighten up, intending to continue your search, but your knees, still tight from your recent slumber, crack as you stand. The sound rings out in the otherwise silent kitchen like a gunshot.

Maybe your creaking joints wouldn’t be a problem in a normal kitchen, but Sanji, who has ears attuned to any slight sound coming from the Galley (thanks to Luffy’s many attempts to raid the space at odd hours for food), surely heard the pop in his sleep. You may as well have knocked down all of the pots and shattered all of the dishes.

It isn’t long before the sound of hurried footsteps and frustrated grumbling reaches your ears. The door to the galley slams open, lights flickering on just a moment after, leaving you squinting as your eyes adjust to the room once more.

“Luffy, I swear if you touched any of the food I’ll—oh.” Sanji’s voice carries through the kitchen, his accent thicker than normal, sleep still clinging to his words. Your name rolls off his tongue, and you think it sounds sweeter in his sleep-addled voice than any chocolate could taste.

“Sorry, Sanji. I didn’t mean to wake you. I was just a little hungry,” you confess.

“You could have woken me up,” he says, just like you knew he would. “I’d have been happy to cook something for you.”

“I didn’t want to bother you. You deserve to rest. Especially when you already wake up so early each morning to make breakfast.”

Sanji hums, stepping farther into the kitchen. He looks more awake now than he did when he first arrived. His eyes don’t stray from your own as he speaks, no longer concerned about the state of the galley.

“For you, love, it’s never a bother.” The smile he offers you sends your heart fluttering in your chest. “Anyway, I’m awake now. What would you like to eat?”

He’s too good to you, too gentle. How could your heart ever stand a chance?

“I was just planning on eating a little chocolate, but it seems like there's only the unsweetened kind right now.”

“Ah, of course. Only something sweet would be fitting for my sweetheart.”

Your breath catches in your throat. His. He called you his.

You bring your hand up to your mouth, trying to hide the growing grin that spreads on your lips as you nearly melt from his words. The warmth blossoming in your chest will surely turn you into a puddle on the floor, and then Sanji will know just how much his words affect you (if he doesn’t know already).

“Can we make something with chocolate in it?” you ask.

“We?” Sanji repeats, as if he didn’t expect you to help him in this task. His gaze softens, eyes gleaming with something like affection, before adding. “Of course we can. How do strawberry and chocolate hand pies sound? I picked up some fresh jam at the last port.”

“It sounds perfect,” you say. It’s far more than you hoped to find during your late night search. When you got out of bed, you never would have guessed what kind of sweet you would find in the kitchen. You definitely didn’t expect to spend time baking with Sanji.

The two of you work comfortably together, only speaking when Sanji provides specific instructions or when you need clarification. The hazy fog of sleep still hovers over the both of you, even if you’re both awake enough now to function.

“Could you grab the chocolate chips for me?” Sanji asks.

It’s a simple request, one you can easily complete. You know where he keeps the chocolate chips, the unsweetened treat seeming much more appealing now that they’re going to be baked into something.

You make your way back over to the counter, situating yourself below the cabinet where the chocolate is stored. Then, you place your hands on the cool surface, preparing to make the climb. You’re certain Sanji knew this was the path necessary for you to take to reach the ingredient too. There’s no way for you to reach the chocolate chips without being higher up.

As you jump, using the force of your arms to help pull yourself up towards the counter just like you’ve done in other kitchens many times before, an unexpected force settles on your shoulders, pushing your feet back towards the ground.

“None of that, sweetheart. There will be no climbing on the countertops in my kitchen,” Sanji reprimands. He’s gentle in his scolding, the uptick of his lips and gleam in his eye letting you know he’s not really mad. “Sorry, I thought they were a bit lower.”

He doesn’t seem sorry.

You open your mouth to protest against what could only be meant as a jab about your height, but only a squeak comes out. Sanji’s warmth seeps into your back as he presses close, the shape of his hand burning into your hip as it settles there. You can feel the way his body stretches as he reaches up, leaning further into you, before easily grabbing the bag that seemed so far out of your reach. Any words you might have had to tell off the man for doing something for you when you could easily do the task yourself (as long as you could climb on the counter) fizzle out.

Sanji doesn’t look at you as he reaches for the chocolate, but the easy smile on his lips morphs into a lazy smirk. His thumb rubs slow, intentional circles where his hand remains steady on your hip, as if he was soothing a startled animal, coaxing you to stay close instead of running away, something you just might have done if he wasn’t purposefully grounding you while your thoughts soared.

Oh no, you think. He knows.

It shouldn’t come as a surprise that Sanji was already aware of your feelings for him—you’ve always worn your heart on your sleeve—but you had tried not to make your feelings for the chef too obvious.

Sanji pulls the chocolate chips down, but he doesn’t step away. He still holds you close as he bends, his face lowering until it’s right beside yours. Then, without warning, his lips are pressed to the curve of your cheek.

The kiss is quick, feather-light, but you’re certain he can feel the way your blood burns just beneath the surface of your skin, his quiet mumble of so warm the only confirmation you need, even if you weren’t meant to hear.

“Sorry, sweetheart, I just couldn’t help myself.” Before you can react, Sanji steps away from you, taking you in for only a moment longer before turning back to the task at hand. With how smoothly he acted, there’s no way he hadn’t planned that little stunt he pulled.

He definitely knows.

Sanji is already placing the hand pies in the oven by the time you’re finally able to move again, and you can’t help but feel almost frustrated that the chef didn’t give you a chance to return his affection.

You’re left waiting impatiently as he sets the timer, the miniature pies now the last thing on your mind. Sanji doesn’t seem to understand—you’re craving something sweet, and as far as you’re concerned, the sweetest thing on this ship is him.

a/n: thank you for reading〜♡

#vinsmoke sanji #sanji x reader #opla sanji #opla sanji x reader #opla x reader #sanji x you #opla sanji x you #opla x you #opla #one piece #one piece x reader #one piece live action

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pfhwrittes · 28 days

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the aftermath.

rating: mature audiences.

pairing: john "soap" mactavish x simon "ghost" riley.

word count: 1.8k

notable tags / warnings: transgender john "soap" mactavish, fluff, humour, very light angst, references to offscreen sex, egregious use of scots, banter, swearing.

A/N: i wrote this instead of sleeping, it was meant to be the set up for another part of my trans!soap drabbles but it took a wild left turn into feelsville and so no actual smut occurs in this fic. however, it is funny and fluffy (in my opinion). as always this can be considered to be very lightly edited so typos and weird grammatical goofs are likely to remain so for that i apologise.

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unsurprisingly, it’s kyle that catches on and confronts him the following afternoon as johnny pushes some truly god awful looking peas around his tray in the mess.

“so, who’d you fuck last night then mate?”

kyle plunks himself into the seat opposite johnny, dropping his tray with a clatter. the shepherd’s pie on his tray sags slightly and johnny feels a disarming bolt of empathy for the oozing mince and potato blob. sue him, he’s still feeling a little tender in places, alright? not that he’ll be admitting that to garrick of all people.

“dunno what you’re oan about pal.” johnny sniffs and pokes a particularly dehydrated pea with his fork. there we go, nice and breezy. no need to give the game away son.

kyle scoffs and aims a kick at johnny’s shin under the table.

“oi! ya fuckin’ roaster, the fuck wis that for!”

“i know you fucked someone last night. price was complaining about the stink in his office this morning.” kyle points his fork at johnny’s chest accusingly.

well, shit. johnny knew he should’ve got simon to crack the window before he got fucked seven ways from sunday. again, not that garrick needed to know that particular practical tid-bit of organising a secret rendez-vouz with your superior officer.

johnny clears his throat nonchalantly and picks the spot over kyle’s left ear to address.

“who’s to say it wasnae the captain gettin’ some last night?”

the look kyle directs at johnny could probably be used to store clean cut finnish ice directly from fucking lapland with how freezing it is.

“because he was with me, you tosspot.”

johnny can’t help the way his face slips from carefully blank neutrality into something a wee bit more salacious.

“oh aye, is that right?” johnny abandons looking at kyle’s ear to shoot him the dirtiest smirk he can muster.

“fuck off mactavish.” kyle scowls, “you know what i meant. he was watching the bloody footie with me.”

“is that what you kids are callin’ it these days, eh?” johnny waggles his eyebrows knowingly just to watch kyle glare even harder as he leans forwards to stab johnny in the chest with his fork.

“hey! mind the nipples, they’re fuckin’ custom! i spent money on these things!” johnny pouts and rubs gingerly at his top, pulling a face as he smears mashed potato into the fabric. gross garrick.

“shut up, you got ‘em on the NHS like everyone else, you dickhead.” kyle shoots back.

what was sure to be a brilliantly witty retort gets silenced as price appears from nowhere, glowering down at his two sergeants like he’s just found two of his wayward puppies rolling in something long dead and incredibly pungent.

“mactavish. a word.”

johnny gulps and shoots kyle a betrayed look as soon as price’s back is turned.

“oh sorry mate. must’ve slipped my mind. captain’s looking for you.” kyle grins, looking for all the world like butter wouldn’t melt in that clever wee mouth of his.

bastard.

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johnny does not fidget. not even once. he’s cool, he’s calm, he’s co-

“it was reported that you were seen leaving this office - my office - at 0300 hours this morning, sergeant.” price rumbles from behind the - his - desk.

-mpletely and utterly fucked.

and not in the way he was only twelve hours previous. in this very room. over that very same desk. steamin’ jesus.

johnny pointedly does not meet price’s gaze, instead he continues staring at the cinderblock behind his captain’s shoulder like it contains the secrets of the universe. or perhaps a false brick that when nudged just right would open a portal to hell under his feet.

the chair under price’s bulk creaks as he settles back, watching for any sign of guilt or admission. the cigar propped on the edge of the cut glass ashtray sends a smoky tendril into the air as it drifts lazily to the window that johnny can see is cracked open a fraction in his peripheral vision.

“nothing to say, sergeant?” price’s voice is deceptively soft and a shudder runs up johnny’s spine unbidden. fuuuuuuck. the way he sees it, he’s either fucked once if he admits to being somewhere he very much shouldn’t have been with company he definitely shouldn’t have been fraternising with, or fucked twice if he tries to deny it without knowing all the facts. he is, as the big bastard himself would say, in a spot tighter than a nun’s cunt.

johnny swallows drily, preparing to take possibly the stupidest risk of his career and possibly his life so far, when a solid knock on the closed door saves him. thank christ. his heart soars -

“enter.” price commands.

almost immediately the hulking figure and current cause of johnny’s predicament steps through the door near silently to stand shoulder to shoulder with johnny. just a hair too close to be considered professional.

“lieutenant riley, good of you to join us.”

- and promptly falls out his arse.

good to know that there was a third and far worse option available to him.

––

centuries or possibly even aeons later, a knock rouses johnny from the light doze he’d slipped into immediately after clambering into the tiny twin bed provided in his room. sent away from price’s office in disgrace, the sounds of his shouting still ringing in his ears. but even worse, the way that simon - ghost - simon had refused to even look at johnny before he turned on his heel and stalked down the corridor. away from him.

“nngh.” johnny grunts intelligently and swipes a slightly tacky palm over his face before letting it drop to brush against the worn carpet tiles. fuck getting up to let price in here to yell at him some more, or to deal with gaz’s kicked puppy look. he’ll stay exactly where he is ta very much, despite the way a spring in the lumpy mattress is poking into his right kidney something fierce. and the fact that now he’s awake he could do with a drink to rinse away the gummy feeling in his mouth. eurgh.

the knock sounds again.

“fer fucks sake, come in then ya -” johnny calls out grumpily, lifting his head from the pillow and his eyes flying open so he can glare at the door from his supine position.

and once again, simon “here to make shit worse for him specifically” riley steps through the door.

“- prick.” johnny finishes weakly. oh. well this is awkward.

simon hums quietly in agreement and quietly shuts the door with his foot. johnny blinks, not entirely sure if he’s agreeing with being called a prick or if the situation is awkward.

“bit o’ both really.” simon rumbles. ah, right yeah. johnny’s always had a habit of saying the first few thoughts that pop into his head immediately after being woken up. always makes one night stands a bit awkward in the mornings.

“hm. is that the reason you’ve never let me stay the night then?” simon asks as he drops heavily into the tactically acquired chair in the corner of the room paying no mind to the fact he’s sitting on johnny’s freshly laundered skivvies.

“somethin’ like that, aye.” johnny swallows awkwardly, christ he needs a drink of water, “that an’ i thought we’d get -”

“caught.” simon finishes tiredly.

johnny huffs out a sound that if he was being charitable could be considered a laugh under the right circumstances. this isn’t the right circumstances. obviously.

“aye. yeah. that an’ all.”

a silence stretches between the two of them then. it’s uncomfortable to say the least, aching in a similar way to johnny’s neck as he continues to peer at simon, who is sagging like a half-empty rucksack. johnny lets his head drop back onto the flat pillow underneath him so he can gaze sightlessly up at the water stained ceiling tile. what a fuckin’ mess.

“‘m sorry.”

it’s said so quietly johnny could half believe he imagined it.

“‘s not yer fault, don’t worry about it.” johnny says flatly to the water mark on the ceiling. he closes one eye and squints, hm. looks a bit like a pair of knickers like that. johnny hears simon take a steadying breath from across the space. oh. johnny opens both eyes and lifts his head, his expression carefully blank.

simon is hunched over now, his elbows resting on his thick thighs and he’s staring fixedly at the carpet just in front of his boots, purposefully avoiding johnny’s eyes.

“simon?” it’s a gentle nudge but johnny watches as simon’s broad shoulders tense up, his biceps flexing as he fidgets with his clasped hands. oh. that’s more of an admission of guilt or responsibility than anything simon could say. johnny knows this man, inside and out at this point. he’s economical with movement in a way that can only ever be learned through being completely aware of your size and surroundings. never a fidgeter. always still. always controlled.

“‘m sorry.” simon repeats quietly, allowing his head to hang down and exposing the soft nape of his neck where his balaclava gapes away from his shirt. in better circumstances johnny would get up and chance a kiss on his exposed skin just to hear him make a soft pleased noise that always reminds johnny of a cat purring out a raspy mrrr of contentment.

“did ye go to price an’ tell him then?” johnny asks levelly despite the way his heart has suddenly decided to reside in his large intestine again for the second time today.

simon’s head jerks up and he frowns.

“no - i - no.” simon states firmly and johnny takes a shuddering breath. good.

“good.” he says out loud. “i didnae think ye would.” johnny tacks on just to watch some of the tension in simon’s shoulders leak away. the urge to comfort simon wells up behind johnny’s ribs, it’s a tender thing and it makes johnny’s breath hitch a little unsteadily. he sighs dramatically to cover it and flops his head back onto the pillow again.

“c’mon then, get over here ya big bastard.” johnny orders faux-peevishly.

“what.”

johnny groans and rolls his eyes. simon can be unbelievably dense when it comes to intimacy that doesn’t involve being bent over the nearest suitable surface sometimes.

“‘mon then, i want a cuddle before price decides to split us up for the rest of our careers.” johnny raises his arms and makes a grabbing motion much like a wee toddler would to demand being picked up. johnny tries not to be insulted when that seems to be the reason that simon hefts himself to his feet to stand awkwardly at the side of the bed.

“‘m not gonna fit.” he states and johnny rolls his eyes again.

“sure ye will, just don’t squash my tits, alright?”

there’s a pause before simon states in his usual blunt manner -

“how th’ fuck am i meant to do that, you ‘ad ‘em chopped off at eighteen.”

and for some reason that makes johnny burst into relieved laughter.

aye, they’ll be alright.

#simon ghost riley x john soap mactavish #ghostsoap #soapghost #ghoap #call of duty fanfic #jm #sr #transgender john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley is a bit of a secret marshmallow #kyle gaz garrick is a little shit #john price is annoyed by his subordinates (again)#and i decided to write this instead of sleeping #scheduled post #please forgive any spelling errors i beg of you #surprise! posting this instead of my usual WIP Wednesday snippet

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blueraineshadows · 11 months

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Good morning, lovely lady! I'm very sorry to bother you again!

I have a little request if you find the time :)

I'm going through some stuff in my life atm that's really getting me down, so I need as much escapism as possible! 😅

*******

So after Hogwarts, MC and everybody went their separate ways. She hasn't seen Sebastian for years, but occasionally, they talk via owl. I'm thinking that Seb went on and got a really exciting job where he could travel and explore? Maybe MC got some kind of job at the Ministry that was a little less exciting?

Anyway, MC ends up meeting a handsome man at the office she works at, and he courts her before proposing to her. She says yes, even though she still harbours deep feelings for Sebastian, but she hasn't seen him for literally years.

At first, the fiance is really nice and kind, but he's been wearing her down little by little. A bit controlling. MC feels she's becoming quiet and docile.

There's a Hogwarts reunion in Hogsmeade and MC reunites with everyone. Sebastian attends, and there's still this literal connection between him and MC. They chat, and she introduces him to her fiance, whom Seb dislikes very much. He sees how they interact with each other and is furious.

Seb corners MC later in the night, after a few drinks, and tells her her fiance is an ass. That he's draining her spark. MC is angry at Seb, but there's so much sexual tension between them. Queue elicit affair-y smut between them.

Maybe fiance discovers and tries to drag MC away, but Sebs having none of it? Meh, Im rambling now, but you get the idea 😅❤️

Thank you for the Ask! 💜 I hope this meets your expectations...I got rather into it, so it's quite long!

Emotional/Fluffy/Spicy ❤️🥰🌶

Sebastian Sallow x F!MC x OC William Bennett

Dearest MC,

I hope this letter finds you well. How is London? I hear the weather has been very hot this summer. I can only imagine the assault on the senses a bustling city like London conjures in such heat.

As for me, I have spent three weeks in Italy, and it is beautiful, rich with history. You would have loved the library archives with its relics. It made me think of you and our times together. I wish you could have seen it. Currently, I am making my way back to England, stopping off to meet with Ominis, before returning to Feldcroft.

I hear there is a reunion of our old class mates in Hogsmeade at the end of the month. All being well with my journey, I hope to make it and see everyone. It will be nice to reunite with old faces and hear new tales. Are you attending? It would be lovely to see your face again. If I am lucky enough to attend, then I hope to see you there.

Be well. I miss you, as always.

Yours,

Sebastian.

The parchment was beginning to curl at the edges, she had read it so many times. MC smoothed the tip of her finger over Sebastian's name, signed by his own hand, and felt a weight settle heavily over her chest. His letters were few and far between, but each one woke up the most secret part of her heart. That special place where she kept her feelings for Sebastian curled up tight.

MC had not seen Sebastian for years, not since he had left to travel the world for his new job, leaving her behind to sit at a stuffy Ministry desk all day. She cherished every letter he sent, but her deepest desire was to see him, to hear his voice. It tightened her throat just to think of it.

"Darling, are you here?"

MC jumped at the sound of William's voice and quickly folded the parchment, tucking it away safely inside her blouse. She smoothed her hair and set her face into one of calm sweetness, William did hate it if she didn't look pleased to see him.

She grabbed the pile of files from her desk that needed to be stored and stood up, making herself look busy as William appeared in her office doorway. He looked dapper in his fine suit, top hat in hand, his coat over one arm. He smiled, blue eyes lighting up at the sight of her. "There you are, my love," he said. "Care for some lunch?"

"Of course," she said. She patted the files. "Do I have time to file these?"

He looked at the folders, a slight frown on his lips. "If you must. I will be glad to see the day when you no longer have to be messing about with old, dusty archives."

"It's not so bad," she replied. She attempted a smile, trying to please him. "I quite enjoy it. When I was at Hogwarts..."

"Yes, yes, I know," he said, waving a hand to brush away her words. He moved to tug the files from her arms and dump them on her desk. "Soon you will not need to worry about such things. You will have social events to attend, girlfriends to have afternoon tea with. As my wife, you will want for nothing, I promise you. No need to sit at a desk all day wasting your time with your nose stuck in a book."

He chuckled and shook his head, fetching her coat from the hook. "Honestly, women who read!" He clicked his tongue and held the coat up for her. "I thought we would lunch at that lovely place near the river we like."

"Of course," she agreed. "Whatever makes you happy, my dear."

His smile was satisfied as he took her arm and led her out of the office. She kept her head down and her smile polite, nodding and saying all the appropriate words as they walked from the Ministry towards their restaurant.

Behind this meek mask, her heart was twisting at the feel of Sebastian's letter against her breast. How had she let her old life slip so far through her fingers? How had she ended up so lost?

She tightened her hold on her fiancé's arm, thinking that he might be the only thing holding her up right now. Handsome William Bennett, heir to a railroad fortune, deep in favour with the Minister for Magic, and admired by many. He had charmed her, courted her relentlessly, and then he had proposed. It had been the bottom of a long, lonely, slippery slope and she had accepted.

The huge diamond glittered on her finger, but her heart felt dull, empty. Somehow MC had lost herself and she wasn't sure how to get herself back.

....*....

The train slowed to a stop at Hogsmeade Station and MC stepped from her carriage, hand in William's as he escorted her, the image of the perfect gentleman. Behind his polite demeanour, he was quietly seething. He had not wanted to make this trip, but had refused to allow her to travel alone. It was unbecoming for a young woman, he had lectured. So, despite his disdain, he had accompanied MC.

The Scottish Highlands were looking as beautiful as ever and MC took a deep breath, her eyes drinking in the familiar sights. She felt some of the weight lifting from her heart. It felt like coming home.

The next port of call was The Three Broomsticks. William had reserved two rooms for them.

"We could, of course, share a room," he murmured, near her ear. She felt herself clam up, her fingers clutching his arm a little tighter. He mistook the movement for something a little more desirable and brushed his fingers over her knuckles. "We will be wed come the winter, it wouldn't be the most terrible thing to share a bed, and you could almost say it is a romantic setting."

He gestured at the quaint little village, his eyes warming with desire as he gazed down at her. "I would love nothing more than for you to come to me at night, share my bed."

She flushed and lowered her gaze. William was handsome, to be sure, and MC had shared kisses with him, polite courting touches. But there was no fire there, no burning need to feel him closer. Waiting for marriage was an excuse, and one that would soon be void. MC didn't want to think on it.

"I...I'm not sure if that's entirely appropriate," she said, quickly. "This is a close knit community, people talk. We should wait until we are married, William. It's the right thing to do."

William's lips tightened in disappointment, but he nodded, regretfully removing his caress from her hand. "Of course, my love. Seperate rooms it is."

MC fought back her shiver of relief.

That evening, dressed in a dark green dress with silver threading in the bodice (not in the hope of impressing a certain Slytherin, of course), MC entered the bar of The Three Broomsticks. Her corset was tight, but she was breathless for a whole other reason. Tonight, she might see him. Sebastian might have come.

"MC!" Poppy came bounding out of nowhere, cheeks flushed with happiness, her hands clasping MC's tightly. "Oh, I am so glad you came!"

The girls embraced and MC felt the burn of tears as her old friend squeezed her tightly. "I have missed you, Poppy. And look at you! So beautiful!"

William frowned at such open displays of affection, but he was polite when introduced. MC couldn't help but see the flicker of confused disappointment in Poppy's eyes at the word, fiancé. MC fixed her smile in place and moved to greet the others.

Garreth and Leander were there, Natty and a few others MC was pleased to see, but her eyes couldn't help but stray to the entrance, her heart hoping for a glimpse of unruly brown hair.

William was bored, his face a little sour as he stood by the bar. He watched MC closely, frowning when Garreth and pulled her in for a hug. MC had soothed William with soft touches on the arm, reassuring smiles, but she was tense, afraid of doing or saying something wrong. If only he had let her come alone. If only she could breathe.

And then the doors opened, two men walked through, and MC's heart dropped, stilled and then soared, beating a mile a minute. Ominis looked so dashing, and tall, commanding the space around him as his wand led him further into the bar. Beside him, as always, was Sebastian.

"Oh," MC breathed. The sound escaping her lips without any thought for hesitation. Oh, but he looked so wonderful! Better than she had ever imagined!

Sebastian's face had lost it's smooth roundness of boyhood, but it had filled out in other ways, ways that made MC's mouth feel so very dry all of a sudden. His shoulders, his hips, the length of his legs, the way he laughed at something Ominis had just said, his head falling back just so. Her starved eyes gobbled it all, hungrily. He pushed long fingers into his hair, rumpling the brown locks and MC felt her hands clench into tiny little fists. Oh, how her fingers longed to do the same.

She thought she might cry, faint like some over dramatic socialite, or maybe just lose the entire contents of her stomach right here in front of everyone. Butterflies were flipping madly in there and she pressed a hand to her chest, that heavy tightness seeming to become a pounding thud. Or was that her heart?

"Goodness me, is that the youngest Gaunt boy?" William asked.

Ominis was hardly a boy any longer, and would no doubt frown at the term, but William could be pompous and irritating at times. He had a habit of behaving as if people were below him, and MC wondered how it had not bothered her sooner.

MC tore her gaze from Sebastian to nod at him. "Yes, Ominis Gaunt," she replied. Her words were a little breathless, her eyes desperate to return to Sebastian. "I thought I had told you I attended Hogwarts alongside him."

William's gaze was sharp, almost irritated. "You did not. You must introduce me, MC."

"Of course," she agreed. She took William's arm and they moved to join her two favourite Slytherin boys at the bar.

Sebastian's gaze fell on MC and he stilled, pure delight washing over his features. "You came!" He exclaimed.

Ominis stilled beside him, his head tilting a little in the direction Sebastian had spoken. His words were soft, filled with warmth. "Don't tell me MC is here?" He smiled and held out a hand. "Then I must greet her at once. Where are you, my dear, for I have missed you a good deal."

MC flushed and held out her hand, placing it in Ominis', who then placed a gentle kiss on the back of it. William watched the whole thing, his mouth tightening at the familiarity between his fiancé and the young Mr Gaunt.

Sebastian was watching too, his eyes only for MC, as if he needed to savour detail as she had of him.

"Ominis, may I introduce my fiancé, William Bennett?" She guided Ominis towards William who shook his hand in greeting.

"Bennett?" Ominis asked. "Of the Bennett Railroad family?"

"The very same," William said, proudly.

Sebastian's eyes at darkened at this introduction, his eyes now assessing William closely, his lips thinning a little. Ominis turned to introduce him, and while William was polite, he had no interest in Sebastian. He was more keen to speak with Ominis, to rub shoulders with a well known Wizarding family.

William looked down at MC. "Why don't you run along and chit chat with your little chums, my love, and let the men talk."

Sebastian's eyes widened, his eyebrows shooting upwards as he glanced between William and MC. A flush darkened MC's cheeks and she nodded meekly, unable to even meet Sebastian's gaze. If she had, she would have seen the shock in his eyes at her timid behaviour. The girl he knew would have been spitting fire if someone had belittled her like that.

MC left William to talk to Ominis, every fibre of her being trying to resist as she turned her back on Sebastian. It hadn't been enough, not nearly enough, and she almost gasped at the need to be nearer to him.

They sat for dinner, William dominating Ominis' attention, but he kept a possessive hand at MC's arm or lower back at any given opportunity. When they ordered, MC had quite fancied the chicken, but William ordered the beef for the both of them, not even consulting MC to see if that's what she wanted.

MC risked a glance towards Sebastian and swallowed at the fury in his eyes as he glared at William. Her heart pounded. Shame made her gaze drop to her lap, her fingers twisting her napkin. She felt like an outsider imposing in on her own body. Her very ears rung with the horror of losing her own sense of self.

She looked at the people sitting around the table, chatting, laughing, her own lips moving and attempting to smile, but it felt strange. Her heart craved all of this, these familiar and much loved faces, but her head was warped. She felt trapped.

The only thing that helped was the wine, and even that had been chosen and poured for her by William.

Poppy clasped her arm after they had finished their meal. She leant across to William. "I am going to steal your lovely fiancé for a time, we have some much needed girl talk to catch up on."

A crease appeared on his brow as he stared at Poppy, then he glanced across the table towards Sebastian, who was deep in conversation with Garreth. Slowly, he nodded. "Of course, you two ladies have fun."

Poppy led MC away from the table and outside into the cooling evening air. MC gulped down her breaths and held on to Poppy, grateful for the escape.

Sebastian may have been talking to Garreth, but he had been keeping an eye on MC all night, his fury mounting at the way that pompous bastard had belittled and shamed her. His fingers ached from the need to smash his fist into the prick's pretty face.

Poppy pulled a hip flask from her silk bag and held it out to MC. "Here, you look like you could do with some of this."

MC saw the flask. "That had better be fire whiskey," she said.

"What else?" Poppy grinned.

MC took the bottle and swallowed two long gulps, gasping, but relishing the burn as it went down.

"Why him, MC?" Poppy asked, bluntly. "Why William?"

MC shrugged. "He was kind to me."

Poppy frowned. "That is no reason to sign yourself up to marriage with him," she said. "I mean, you don't look yourself, not a happy, blushing bride in the slightest. And, yes, he is pretty, but he is no Sebastian, MC. Not by a long stretch."

MC gaped. "Wh...what?"

Poppy gave her look. "Oh, MC, really? We're not kids anymore, and you are not fooling anyone, especially me. The tension between you two is so thick, you could slice it with a good Diffindo!"

MC's blush touched the tips of her ears. "Do you think William has noticed?"

"If he hasn't, then he is even more of a fool than I thought."

MC stared at her. Horror was one emotion tugging at her. The very idea of William knowing the depth of her feelings for Sebastian was chilling. But she could also see the ridiculous predicament she had found herself in, and it really was one of her own making. But how would she get out of it?

Maybe it was the alcohol going to her head, or maybe she was going mad. Either way, she started giggling, and then she couldn't stop. And then Poppy was giggling. It felt good, so good. It was a release and MC seized it with both hands. She held up the fire whiskey. "I think I need some more of this."

....*....

The air inside the bar was becoming too suffocating and her corset felt like an iron band. MC was flushed from the whiskey, hot and flustered by the presence of one Mr Sallow, and yet he still wasn't close enough for her liking.

She met his gaze for about the 100th time and he smiled, a delicious, sinfully beautiful smile. Her lips parted. Oh, Merlin. She really might faint this time. And then he was moving towards her. Her pulse picked up the pace and she wiped sweaty palms against her hips.

William was visiting the bathroom, there was no other distraction, and then Sebastian was in front of her. "There you are," he said, softly. His gaze was warm. "Finally, a moment alone."

"Yes," she breathed. She stared at him, inwardly kicking herself. Yes? Is that really all she could say?

A torrent of unspoken words hung between them, suspended, dangling like tempting fruit. Now that he was right there, in front of her, her tongue seemed frozen and all she could do was stare.

A flicker of concern clouded his eyes. "I did worry a little when you didn't reply to my last letter. I had hoped you would be here, even if just to ease my mind that you were alright."

"I'm sorry," she said. "That was rude of me. But, I am glad to see you here. I am glad you made it safely home."

He nodded, a small smile on his lips, but he still looked concerned. "I didn't expect to find you engaged, though. That was a surprise. At least you have someone looking out for you, if that's what he actually does?"

Her lips tried to lift into a smile, but she had never been able to lie to him. The words that fell from her lips felt stilted, wrong. "I'm fine."

His eyes narrowed a little. "You are happy, aren't you? I mean, it's what you want."

She knew what he meant, oh she did. He knew her better than she knew herself, even though miles and time had kept them apart. She needed to smile and nod, the perfect little puppet she had become, tell him that she was happy, she was fine. Her life was all roses and smiles, etc, etc.

Her lips parted but nothing came out. His eyes dropped to her mouth, distracted by their movement and nerves made her tongue dart outwards, flicking over her bottom lip. Her breathing stalled at the way his eyes darkened, a fire building behind them, and her traitorous body responded. Flame, searing and coiling deliciously, overwhelmed her and she actually gasped, because she was leaning forward. Her body, like a magnet, was drawn to him, impossibly drawn to where it belonged.

Shock at the realisation made her straighten and she pressed trembling fingers to her cheeks. Where she belonged!

Merlin, she couldn't breathe. She turned on her heel and made a dash for the door, not caring who saw as she grabbed up the skirt of her dress and headed out into the fresh air.

Of course, Sebastian followed. Hadn't he always?

He caught up to her, took her arm, and spun her to face him. "Please...don't." She gasped.

He didn't let go. She looked down at where his long fingers held her forearm, not gripping her, just holding her. No possession, no demand, just a touch. Her lips trembled.

"I've seen you face countless monstrous enemies, take down the darkest wizards and slaughter trolls in broad daylight," he said. "But I have never seen you cower, or hide as much as you have tonight, MC, and it rips me open. It kills me to see you so, a shadow of your former self. How did this happen? Is it him? Does he hurt you?"

"Of course he doesn't hurt me! Don't be ridiculous."

"You're aren't happy though, are you? Not really," he pushed.

Her chest heaved against the tight laces of her corset, tears stinging the backs of her eyes. He was right, gods he was right and she hated it, because it meant she was wrong, she had failed.

"I...we shouldn't be talking like this..." She glanced around the now darkened street.

Sebastian's face tightened. "Why? Because dear William won't like it?"

She flinched.

He tugged her a little closer. She let him, her eyes glued to his. "Well, I don't give a flying fuck what he thinks."

A small cry left her lips as he grasped her hand and began to walk her away from the entrance of the pub, his stride determined. She had to jog to keep up, her little heels clacking on the cobbles, her other hand lifting the hem of her dress.

He took her to a darker, more secluded corner, and a thrill shot through her despite everything. She found herself backed up against a stone wall, his face inches from hers. He leant a hand against the wall near her head, his other hand coming up to gently cup her face. She closed her eyes, the touch of his skin against hers a forbidden flame.

Merlin, she was leaning into it!

"Tell me the truth," he begged. "Tell me he makes you happy, and I will leave you alone, I promise. But if he doesn't, even if there is the smallest doubt, then tell me. You can tell me."

"Sebastian..." Her voice was a whisper, a plea. "Don't..."

"I cannot bare the thought of leaving you with him if he is going to continue to crush you like he is, because that girl I knew at school, that wonderful, fiercesome girl, who knocked me on my arse on my first day...that girl is going to die if you let him bully you like that."

She stared up at him. Her heart hurt. Maybe she was already dead inside and that was why she had let things slide so far.

He looked down suddenly, and she followed his gaze. Her breath stilled. When had her fingers threaded themselves into his clothing? She was grasping the front of his vest, a fistful of cloth under white knuckles. She couldn't let him go either. If she let him go, then she might just float away, lost to the skies, a drifting ghost of herself.

Their gazes met again. How she had missed those eyes!

"Don't look at me like that." His voice was rougher, deeper, an edge to it that made her skin erupt with goosebumps.

"Why not?" She was playing with fire. She was going to burn herself.

"Because it makes me want to throw decency out the window, and kiss you until I can't breathe," he said, darkly.

Oh, she was definitely going to burn. She realised she didn't care.

The fingers curled in his vest pulled him closer until his lips were a breath from hers. "Do it," she sighed. "I can't breathe anyway."

The moan in her throat was relief. His lips found hers, a soft, teasing taste that promised so much more. Eagerly, she welcomed him, parting her lips and offering her tongue, the taste of him more intoxicating than any fire whiskey.

Her fingers found their way into his hair, sliding through the softness, and it sharpened the ache growing within her. Her body pressed up against his, the solid length of his frame so safe, but exciting. Their clothing was an irritating barrier, her skin screamed to feel his, like she wouldn't feel complete until she could wrap herself around it.

"Gods, MC..." He groaned, his mouth moving to taste her jaw, her throat, his tongue swirling up to flick against her ear. Her grip in his hair tightened. Yes, this was what she wanted, what she craved.

MC closed her eyes, savouring the feel of his lips on her neck, his mouth sucking, tasting her flesh. The warmth of his hand seared through the silk of her dress at her waist, the bones of her corset stressed under the pace of her breathing. "More," she panted. "Sebastian..."

He claimed her mouth again, his hips rocking against her, her back scraping against the stone of the wall. She smoothed a hand down the expanse of his back, melting at the flex of muscle, before drifting lower, daring a squeeze of his delicious backside.

"Fuck," he breathed. The profanity sent a crackling thrill through her, and she moaned. Yes, she would love to do that, craved it even.

He began moving his mouth downwards again, lower this time to swirl his tongue against the tops of her breasts, the flesh moving rapidly above the rim of her corset with every panting breath. His fingers tugged at the damned thing. "I need more of you," he muttered.

And she would give it, gladly, she realised. A pin slid from her hair, a long lock tumbling free to tickle against her flushed cheeks. She was lost, drunk on his kisses, his touch, and it was nowhere near enough. She felt like a woman starved.

A rustle of silk, cool air against her legs and then a warm hand smoothing up the flesh of her thigh. The sound that left her throat was almost feral. "Yes, yes," she panted. She grabbed at him, fingers tugging his shirt free from his trousers, a hand sliding up underneath to explore the hot, firm flesh waiting for her there.

She ached for his touch, her thighs trembled in anticipation as he slid his hand higher. Just a bit more, she begged silently, her eyes squeezed tight. Just a bit higher. His finger tips grazed against damp silk, and then he was gone, ripped from her clutches forcefully, and someone was shouting.

"How dare you!" William held Sebastian by the scruff of his neck, shaking him, fury twisting his face into something terrible, frightening even. "How dare you lay your hands on my fiancé!"

MC was gasping, her hair in disarray, her skirts caught up revealing a bare leg. Red marks of passion bloomed on her throat and chest, all the way down to her neckline. Her legs shook, not from fear, but from a need unmet.

"William!" She held out a hand for him to stop, the other hand hastily smoothing down her skirts. "Stop, William!"

Sebastian shook himself free of William easily enough, shoving him backwards and whipping out his wand. He aimed it at William, his lip curled. "Grab me like that again and you'll know about it!"

William pulled his own wand out, eyes narrowed. A stand off. William flicked his gaze towards MC and his fury faltered, his mouth gaped at the sight of her so dishevelled. "MC..."

She smoothed the loose strands of her mussed hair back from her face, the beginnings of a flush flooding her cheeks. She kept her hand held out, stepping between both men. "Lower your wands," she said. She looked at William. "Please."

"I think not," William said. "He dares to put his hands on you, violating you in such a way. I ought to castrate him for this!"

"I'd like to see you try," Sebastian spat. He adjusted his stance.

"Stop it, both of you!" MC had thought herself in a mess before, but this, this was something else.

"I knew it! I knew he was going to do something like this, just from the way he was watching you at dinner. His eyes never left you," William growled. "Disgusting, loathsome piece of trash. You are not worthy of her!"

MC gasped, her body moving to guard Sebastian. He was more than capable of looking out for himself, but she couldn't help it. Out of the two, she would jump in front of Sebastian first. Every time.

"Did he hurt you? I've a good mind to call an Officer to deal with this," William said. He was trying to aim his wand around her at Sebastian, outrage twisting his mouth.

He thought Sebastian had attacked her! It had not occurred to William that she had been willing. MC put her hands to her forehead. Oh, Gods, this was getting worse!

"There will be no need for an Officer," she said. She backed up towards Sebastian.

"Don't be ridiculous, MC," William snapped. "Now, step out of the way and let me deal with this filthy heathen."

MC went calm. She straightened, her eyes growing hard as an old fire awoke in her, the part of her that had been a fearless fighter. She backed up further still, her hands feeling for Sebastian and he took hold of one, his wand arm coming over her shoulder, still pointing at William.

William's eyes bulged as Sebastian wrapped his other arm about her waist, holding her against him. "What is this!?"

"Lower your wand," she said, coldly.

William hesitated, torn, but lowered his wand. "MC, you better start explaining this," he said. He looked from her to Sebastian, to the way Sebastian's arm held her protectively. "Did you let him touch you like that?"

William looked horrified, disgusted. MC felt a brief flash of shame, but shook it off. "I'm sorry, William," she said, calmly. "But, yes, I did."

William's jaw clenched. He stared at her, his humiliation playing out across his face. She swallowed. And then, William looked a little smug. "What will this do to your reputation?" He spoke with an oily undertone. "Oh dear, MC, rutting with a nobody in the street. Of course, how could I marry such a harlot? Your name will be a shameful piece of gossip whispered in parlour rooms. I expect it would be highly unlikely that the Minister would appreciate such behaviour. Such a shame to lose your pathetic little job over it too."

"You wouldn't," she gasped.

Sebastian moved his mouth closer to her ear, the warmth of his breath brushing her hair gently. "Let me take him," he whispered. "It would be my pleasure."

And he could do it, she knew he could. She had seen him kill before, just as he had seen her kill. She had covered for him, lied, to save him from Azkaban. She did not make that choice only to see him sent there anyway, and for her honour.

William shook his head in distate. "You would honestly choose him, over me?"

Her hand gripped Sebastian's arm, holding it against her stomach. "I love him," she said. There was no doubt, no faltering in her words. It was the truth at last. "I always have, ever since I was a girl."

She heard, and felt, Sebastian's breath hitch, and his arm tightened around her. She hoped with every fibre of her being that he felt the same way, otherwise she was making a monstrous fool of herself.

William flinched at her confession as if she had slapped him. He rubbed a hand over his face, shaking his head, and then his wand flicked upwards, a spell shooting from the end of it. His face pure rage.

But, Sebastian was ready. He blocked the spell with ease, and cast Bombarda in return, sending William flying across the street into a stack of crates. The crash echoed across the cobbles and MC gasped. "Sebastian!"

"It's alright, I've got you," he said. "I've got you."

She sagged against him. "Don't let me go," she whispered.

And then the world spun, blackness, and with a pop, they landed onto a wooden floor. MC sat up, disoriented, gazing around. Her stomach still catching up with her after Apparating.

She turned to look at Sebastian. She recognised where they were. It was his cottage in Feldcroft.

She was sitting on the floor with Sebastian, in his home, just the two of them. She had admitted that she loved him. The weight in her chest had lifted. The enormity of the whole evening crashed over her and the tears gathered in her eyes. Her lips trembled, and then she was sobbing.

Immediately, Sebastian pulled her into his arms, kisses rained down over her hair, her face. His lips kissed the tears from her cheeks and his hands soothed her, calming strokes on her arms and hair. "It's alright, you're safe here," he murmured. "You never have to go back there, to him. It's alright now."

She pulled back to look at him, her hand moving to his cheek. It was real. He was real. "You were gone," she sobbed. "You left and I thought I might never see you again."

His face was pained, his eyes regretful. "I had to leave, get away from this house. I'm so sorry. I never meant to hurt you."

She buried her face into his shirt, clutching him tightly. "I can't believe you're really here."

"I would have taken you with me if...if I had known..." He faltered and took a breath. He leant his chin on top of her head. "Did you mean what you said back there?"

She nodded. "Every word."

He groaned, squeezing her tighter. "Gods, the time we have lost. Years apart...I should have taken you with me."

She looked up at him. "We still have time," she said. She hesitated. "We could have the rest of our lives."

Their gazes locked. "I've always loved you," he said. "I thought it was only in my dreams that you felt the same way."

She shifted up and put her forehead against his. She huffed a laugh. "We're both as bad as each other. Ominis was right, we are a right pair of idiots."

"I won't tell him you said that, he would be far too smug," Sebastian grinned.

He took her left hand and pulled the huge diamond from her ring finger. "Let's get rid of this shall we?"

"I should return it," she mused.

"Not in person you won't," he said, firmly. He twirled the ring thoughtfully. "Wait here."

He climbed to his feet and moved towards a chest in the corner. He rummaged through it until he found a small box and returned to kneel on the floor beside her. He flipped the lid and turned it to face her. "This was my mother's," he said.

MC looked at his face, surprised to see him looking so shy. She couldn't recall a time she had ever seen Sebastian shy. Then, she looked in the box. Inside was a silver ring set with a pretty emerald, a tiny diamond each side of it.

"It's not as big as the one you were wearing," Sebastian said.

"It's beautiful," she said immediately. And it was. Not flashy, not heavy, not a statement. Beautiful, and sentimental to him.

"Would you wear it?" He asked. She met his gaze, lips parted. "As my wife."

He honestly had to stop stealing her breath like this, it really couldn't be healthy for a girl.

He smirked, his eyes playful. "You could come and see the world with me. I think it might look even more beautiful with you beside me."

She smiled. "How can I say no to that?"

"Quite easily," he said. "But I would rather you said yes."

She looked down at his mother's pretty ring and held out her hand, fingers spread a little. "I suppose you had better make sure it fits then."

His fingers shook as he took the ring from the box and slipped it on to her finger. Of course, it was a perfect fit. He smiled. "It's like it was waiting for you."

She took hold of his shirt front, fingers gripping hold of him like she had back in Hogsmeade. "Now, where were we?" She asked.

His lips curved into that delicious smile she loved so much. "Allow me to refresh your memory," he said.

His mouth claimed hers as if he never intended to stop, and she didn't want him to. Ever.

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Not So Routine- Chapter 7

Summary: Nesta and Cassian come in to collect Nesta's custom piece and Y/N gets a little flustered in the process.

Pairings: Eventual!Nessian x Afab!Reader Mor x Afab!Reader

Warnings: Nerves and lust.

Word count: 930

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The days following went by quickly and routine. You woke up, ate breakfast, went to work, started and finished Nestas custom piece, went home and had dinner, read a book before crawling into bed. Mor had been busy with court duties so you didn’t see much of her. Before you knew it the day for Nesta to pick up her custom set came along. You had tossed and turned the night before. Then struggled to choke down breakfast, the nerves in your belly caused it to be sensitive. You paced back and forth through the store as your best friend sat at the counter trying to ease your worries.

“You just need to take a deep breath. I’ll be here the whole time. Plus I highly doubt they're as scary as you’re going on about. I’ve seen Cassian trip and fall in a puddle after a night at Rita’s before.” She tapped her fingers along the counter in an off key tune and you simply glared at her. The thought of Cassian falling face first into a puddle drunk off his ass did make you laugh however. She gave you a toothy grin in return, happy to see some of your worries ease. The moment was halted as the door opened. You both looked towards the door and there they stood in all their perfectly poised glory.

“Hello.” Your voice squeaked out and you cringed. Your friend slapped a hand over her mouth to cover her laugh and you glared at her. She had never seen you as nervous as you were now around someone. Once you cleared your throat you turned back to your mates and gave them a small smile. Cassian gave you one in return and Nesta relaxed the resting bitch face she normally wore which was as close to a smile you figured you’d get from her.

“Sorry about that, I had a tickle in my throat. I’m guessing you're here to pick up your set?” You started walking behind the counter to grab the box that you had set there. The red ribbon you’d wrapped around the black box swayed in the wind as you lifted it and set it down on the counter top. You realized as you looked at the box that you had unconsciously put together the red and black you had all been wearing the night of dinner.

“Also wanted to speak about that position you offered me.” They had both approached the counter quietly and you jumped at how close her voice was. You’d been surprised that Cassian was able to walk so softly with his hulking frame.

“Oh yes. So we were thinking.” You gestured towards the female next to you introducing her quickly, you had both discussed the position and had decided on what you would offer her together.

“A part time position, flexible around when you are free. You can help us with new designs and custom orders. Your sketches were breathtaking and we both agree it would be amazing to see more. Pay will be weekly as well as sixty/forty commissions on any items we put out based on your sketches.” Your thumb and pointer finger rubbed the material of the ribbon on the box between them as you laid the offer out in the open.

Cassian watched Nesta carefully, waiting to see what she would say. Her cold and calculated gaze narrowed on you before she nodded her head. A sigh slipped through your lips and your shoulders released some tension you hadn’t realized they were holding. Your friend beside you had a beaming smile on her face as she took in the scene before her.

“When would you like me to start?” You went to answer her but the words got caught in your throat as lust swept through the bond. You weren’t sure who it was coming from or why but it had your mind spinning. The skin of your chest, neck and face heated as the feeling washed over you again.

“Whenever you would like to, it is fine with us.” Your friend gave her a reassuring smile even though Nesta’s eyes didn’t leave yours. Cassian looked between the two of you and laid a hand on Nesta’s back. Nesta told you what day she could start and what time and your friend told her that worked perfectly.

But your eyes never left Nesta’s. Even though you were feeling completely weak, if you weren’t white knuckling the counter with one of your hands you were sure you’d be on your hands and knees crawling towards the female begging for her approval.

Cassian stepped up to the counter and carefully took the box from where it sat in front of you. The ribbon slipped between your fingers and that broke you out of your spell. You blinked rapidly, shaking your head aggressively trying to clear the dirty thoughts away. He sent you a wink as he took the box and you took in a large gulp of air.

Because how were you ever going to survive in this life with them as your mates. They didn’t say anything else as Cassian guided Nesta out the door. You were happy that they had already paid the first time they came in because you didn’t know if you could’ve handled them being around much longer. Your friend snickered at the scene she just witnessed and you tried to level her with an intimidating stare and she just laughed harder. You were just thankful that all the eventful experiences of the day had already passed.

A/N: I know that this part was shorter but I promise the next two parts are going to be longer. Thank you all for reading and as always likes, comments, reblogs and follows are much appreciated.

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danikamariewrites · 5 months

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Can i request a Rowan ddlg headcanon pls

Rowan x reader ddlg headcanon

A/n: I never thought of Rowan in a relationship like this but then I realized he would take such good care of you and my thoughts went wild

Warnings: ddlg relationship, daddy kink

Rowan is naturally protective of your his mate or not

His nicknames for you are princess and little one

He lets you braid his hair, “I just want to make your hair prettier daddy.”

Rowan can’t deny you when you give him puppy dog eyes it’s his weakness

When you two go out Rowan always makes sure you’re by his side

You have to hold his hand because he lost you in the market once and it was almost an hour before he found you again

It wasn’t your fault you wandered off, you saw some pretty earrings you wanted Rowan to buy you

And then you got distracted by other carts and stores and time just slipped away from you

I think Rowan is definitely strict with his rules

He expects you to be his good girl especially if you want rewards

You’ve tried the whole brat thing but hated the punishment. It also wasn’t your vibe and didn’t fit the relationship

When he does reward you it’s so satisfying

Rowan positively spoils you with books, dresses, flowers, and whatever else your heart desires

Rowan hates leaving you alone when he has to go on missions with the cadre

Saying goodbye sucks because you always worry about if he’ll come home

Leaving for his last mission you were a blubbering mess

Your arms were wrapped around his middle, chin resting on his chest as you looked up at him with big tears in your eyes. Rowan almost wanted to cry himself, he hates that it’s him causing those tears

Your lip wobbles as you whisper, “please don’t go.” That cracks Rowan’s heart as he hugs you tight to his body. He doesn’t want to leave you but you can’t come with him

“I’ll be back in a few days little one I promise. You’re strong, we’ll be back together soon.” He whispers back, kissing the top of your head. You very reluctantly let go of him and he wipes away your tears. “I love you y/n. I’ll see you in a few days.” “Love you too daddy.” You murmur.

Rowan holds your chin, tilting your head up so he can give you a soft, quick kiss before leaving

When he comes home you cry all over again with joy at seeing him in one piece. You run at him as soon as he’s through the front door and Rowan scoops you up, carrying you upstairs to reward you for being patient

He trained you to fight and picked daggers as your weapons which was a mistake because you almost took off your own fingers and his. You were better with your fists and he hasn’t given you a weapon since

You love baking and Rowan is 100% a pie guy

He will eat any pie you make him. His favorite is apple pie warmed up and he’ll always feed you a few bites from his fork even if you have your own (his just tastes better)

You’re at your happiest when cuddling with Rowan

There’s a significant size difference between the two of you and you love how you can curl into him and that Rowan can just cover you with his whole body

You feel so protected when he holds you to his chest. Rowan also softly hums to you at night if you have trouble falling asleep

Rowan also plays with your hair and gives you a soft scalp massage which always relaxes you

#rowan throne of glass #throne of glass #throne of glass headcanons #throne of glass imagine #throne of glass fic #throne of glass fanfiction #throne of glass fanfic #throne of glass rowan #rowan x you #rowan x reader #rowan whitethorn x reader #rowan whitethorn fic #rowan whitethorn fanfic #rowan whitethorn x you #rowan whitethorn #Rowan whitethorn headcanon

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kissingkiszka · 3 months

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The Sweet Symphony - Chapter Two: Safari Song Sparks

Jake Kiszka x Reader series

Words: 1.7k+

Summary: After receiving an invitation from Jake to go to a charity event, your curiosity gets the best of you when you decide to attend

CW: MDNI, 18+, drinking, flirting, cursing, fluff, idk?

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The next day, you spent the whole afternoon pondering whether or not you were going to go to the charity event. He was a very attractive man, but you didn't know if there was more to him other than his looks. Sitting on your couch, you reach for your laptop that's on the side table. Your curiosity had gotten the best of you. However, you couldn't quite remember what he said his name was. Was it Jake or Jack? You typed in the search bar Greta Van Fleet and looked at the members. There he was.

Jake Kiszka.

There were various images of him playing the guitar and some with his band mates. You came across a video of the band playing a song called Built By Nations. You noticed all the men seemed to look the same. Trying to find the boy you had seen at the record store the day prior you scanned the screen, and there he was. The camera caught Jake playing his guitar. The way his fingers glided up and down the strings had you in a trance. The way his body moved to the beat under the bright red lights had your head spinning. It was now, you knew you had to go.

You flipped through your closet, coming across a pair of faux black leather pants that you always used to wear when you went for a night out. It was a perfect occasion to break them out again. They fit your body so well and accentuated your hips and ass. You paired it with a white corset top, that was basically a given to drive any man off the wall.

A few hours later, and you were off to the show. You were sure the concert had started already but you didn't mind being a little bit fashionably late. Besides, it would leave Jake guessing. As you got out of the Uber you quickly gave the driver a sweet 'thank you' and hurried inside. The loud music could be heard muffled from outside. As you stepped inside, the bright lights and loud sound enveloped you.

As you walked up to the stage, you saw the same group of guys in the video that you had watched earlier. They were in the middle of a song. Jake was jamming out on his guitar, and damn, did he look good doing it. He had lots of talent. You noticed he looked a little lost. He kept scanning the room and his gaze never just settled in one spot. His head continuously turned left, right, left, right. The song came to an end and you moved up in the crowd, trying to get closer to Jake. There was a big crowd that came out for the show. After the applause had settled, the main singer shouted into the mic, "This next one is called Safari Song!"

The crowd cheered wildly as the first notes began to play. The main singer began to sing, but you couldn't keep your eyes off Jake.

"Oh, lady, when you come on down, won't you come on down I said, to my town?"

He was bound to spot you sooner rather than later.

"Oh, mama, when you come on down, won't you come on down I said, to my home?"

He continued to look around, he looked anxious and lost.

"Oh, lady, won't you move my way? Can't you move my way? I'm getting hazy"

Maybe he just had stage fright?

"Oh, mama, when you give your lovin', when you give your love you drive me crazy"

His eyes kept scanning the crowd. And then, they finally landed on you.

"Ah, mama, what you gonna do with all that love in your heart?"

The eye contact grew more and more intense. He gave you a sexy smile and never took his eyes off you. His confidence grew once he saw you. As he loosened up, his body began to flow with the music.

"Ah, mama, what you gotta say about that love in your heart?"

As the song went on, the two of you continued to lock eyes. He began to play his guitar solo, not even bothering to glance down at his guitar once. You had him fully wrapped around your finger in this moment. The eyeliner he was wearing sent you into a spiral. The sweat on his forehead and the sweat that made his long hair stuck to his neck made you feel hot. The way his body was rocking, not missing a beat, made you feel flustered. The adrenaline was at an all time high right now. You both could feel that you needed one another. Badly. The only time he took his eyes off you was to throw his head back, which made you feel even more heated. His stage presence had grown much stronger. You were wrong, he definitely did not have stage fright after all.

"Do you remember what I said when I got down on my knees? Gotta get your lovin', baby, loving's all I need"

When his guitar solo ended, he gazed into your eyes once more and blew you a kiss. You pretended to catch it, blush covering your cheeks, and a cheesy smile appearing on your face. He smiled back, glad you had reciprocated it.

The intense, affectionate, and sometimes even awkward eye contact continued for the rest of the show. When the show ended, the lights went dark and the crowd roared with applause. The band walked off and disappeared from your view. You yearned to see him again. You were growing impatient. You didn't like the way he was able to take control of your conscious. As you made your way over to the bar, you heard his raspy voice laughing in your proximity. Getting closer, you saw the shadow of his silhouette behind the bar. He spotted you almost immediately.

"You came." He smiled proudly. "Did you like the show?" He was eager for your approval.

"You have some talent." You grinned, resting your elbows on the bar. "I'll have an old fashioned."

"You have good taste." He grabbed a glass from under the bar, swinging a towel over his shoulder. He placed the heels of his palms against the edge of the bar, slightly leaning towards you. He cocked his head just barely to the right. He gave you a cheeky smile, his tongue in between his teeth. "It's on me."

You couldn't help but let out a giggle at his little impression of a real bartender. He grabbed the bottle of whiskey and poured just the right amount into the glass. It was like he was a pro. You never took your eyes off him while he made your drink. It was mesmerizing. He radiated the most desirable energy you had ever felt from somebody else. He slid your drink across the bar, landing perfectly in your grip. He poured himself his own glass of Jack Daniels on the rocks and raised his glass.

"A toast. The night is still young." The glasses clinked together before he brought the glass up to his lips. He then watched as you took a sip, waiting for you to admire his bartending skills.

"Y'know, if you ever get sick of this musician stuff, you could take up bartending." You set the glass back down on the bar. "Tell me more about the band. I was not expecting such a good performance."

He chuckled, obviously a bit shy with all the praise and attention he was receiving from you."Well, if you couldn't tell already. I play with my two brothers, and our best friend. The singer, Josh, is my identical twin. Although more people would say my younger brother, Sam, looks more like my twin than my actual twin does."

"So, the talent runs in the family?" You gave him a smirk.

He chuckled shyly, he didn't quite know what to say. You watched as his chest slowly rose and fell, still catching his breath from the show, and being around you didn't make it any easier. Just as you opened your mouth to say something else, a few fans ran over to say hi to him. They were all teenage girls, definitely not the demographic you were expecting. He took selfies with all of them and signed a few things. It was really attractive to see him be so kind and respectful to his supporters. He gave them all hugs and just by watching the interactions you could tell his supporters meant the world to him. A big crowd soon surrounded him and you had grown quite cramped in the crowd. You tried to get his attention to tell him goodbye, and thanks for inviting you, but he was in the middle of taking a picture with a fan. As you adjusted the purse on your shoulder, you saw him look back at you. You gave him a nice smile and turned to leave, but he stopped you.

"Wait. Just a little longer." He grabbed your shoulder firmly. You spun around to look at him and his dazzling brown eyes were staring right at you. He reached into his pocket, digging around for a second. All the fans watched him in awe. He pulled out a guitar pick and made sure it got to you carefully. Some fans cheered, and a few even tried to reach in and take it for themselves instead, but he was adamant on it getting to you.

"Thanks." You mouthed to him, putting the pick into your purse then adjusting your posture to a more relaxed one. You wanted him badly. There was something about him.

He made his way around the bar. "Come with me." He grabbed your hand and squeezed through the crowd of fans, all reaching out to get their fingers on their favorite artist. Most of them had their phones out, and you just hoped they didn't film your face in any of them.

He brought you to the backstage area, all of his security guards giving you strange looks but he assured them that you were with him.

He turned to you, still gripping onto your hand. "It's a lot more mellow in here. Sorry you had to be all cramped back there."

"It's fine, nothing I haven't seen at a concert before."

He opened a door to his green room and gestured for you to sit on the couch. You obliged and watched as he began to pack up his things.

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smallestapplin · 2 years

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An idea: Emmet and Ingo's s/o trying out high quality(tm) sexy costume(feel free to pick which brother gets what costume: maid, bunny girl, sexy kitten, ect…) for a future surprise, but their boyfriend ends up leaving work earlier than planned and walks in on their respective s/o trying out some poses while playful/awkwardly calling out their names? :3c

Second hand embarrassment, my enemy.

🔞18+🔞

🔲Ingo🔲

- Ingo was hoping to surprise you. He never gets off work early, usually he clocks out right on time or later, but here he is! Walking into your shared house a few hours early.

- He doesn’t hear you anywhere is his first clue. He didn’t even yell out that he’s home cause it was so quiet. He figured maybe you went to the store and would be back shortly, after all he didn’t text you he’d be home.

- He takes off his shoes and goes to the bedroom to change into some lounge clothes.

- He opens the door to the air being knocked out of him.

- You’re standing in front of the floor length mirror giggling to yourself, dressed in a skimpy cow themed lingerie set.

- White thigh highs with that cute pink cow print, only being held up by straps, a similar color themed thong and bikini top, if he could even call it that.

- It just barely covered your nipples.

- And those realistic cute cow ears and horns.

- Oh he was a goner the second he saw you like this.

- He was hard within seconds.

- His breathing quirks up.

- You’re stunning.

- And you haven’t even noticed him yet, you just stood there giggling to yourself while taking in the outfit, or lack there of.

- Ingo doesn’t know what to do, his body in a battle, does he leave and pretend he never saw until you show him yourself? Or does he announce himself? Oh how he wants to just-

- “Ah! I-I didn’t know you’d be home so early!” Your panicked, you don’t know if you should cover yourself or not.

- “Y…yeah I thought I’d surprise you today, it seems I’m the one who got surprised.”

- Your face blooms in color as his pale eyes look you over.

- “I thought I’d buy this for uh one of our sessions, i was just trying it on to see if it fit or looked good on me.” You’re trying to make it sound like an everyday outfit.

- With that he moves closer “it look perfect on you.”

Everything moved so quickly, you don’t recall how you ended up flat on your back on the bed, legs spread, folded into a mating press.

With Ingo mercilessly pounding into you.

Your cow ears lay crookedly on your head as your cry out.

“Such a good little breeder, making such a mess f’me.” Ingo moans, you feel too good, he’s going to cum again.

You can do nothing but take it, your brain has been fucked out of you three orgasms ago.

“P-please! Fuuuck you’re so deep!”

Ingo plans to ruin this pretty little outfit of yours.

🔳Emmet🔳

- He occasionally gets off work early, but he always texts you when he does cause he just gets so excited! He can’t wait to see you. Even if you both live together.

- But this time he held off! Emmet wants to see the look of surprise on your face and by the stars he’s going to get it!

- But it seems you’ve won yet again.

- Emmet barreled through the door and pouted that you weren’t in sight, not in the living room, not in the kitchen, and not in the dining room.

- He figures you must be in bed, you do take naps after all.

- But poking his head into your shared bedroom and is instantly interested.

- Such a cute more ‘innocent’ spin on a bunny outfit, a strapless dress, tight around your chest, but flows out like an aline, it absolutely doesn’t cover your butt. A cute set of bunny ears sat on your head and you had a cute fluffy tail attached to very small, almost thong like underwear.

- Emmet could see everything.

- And he wasn’t complaining.

- He leans against the door frame licking his lips at the sight of you.

- Oh you’re perfect.

- He can’t wait for you to notice him.

- Watching you make final adjustments he makes himself known.

- “Oh darling!”

- He laughs at your half shriek.

- “My what a nice surprise to come home to! You look verrry nice.”

- “I-I mean was meant to be a surprise for you, but…guess you surprised me instead?” You laugh a little awkwardly, oh man this is bad.

Emmet coos at how cute you look.

“You’re taking my cock soo well darling!”

You can’t respond. Your mind is foggy with lust. He won’t let up, Emmet just keep roughly thrusting into you.

Taking you from behind, your arms gave out long ago, your cheek pressed against the pillow.

Emmet keeps holding you up by your false bunny tail.

“Mmm Seem to like me fucking your dumb bunny cunt, aahh! Fuck it’s like you’re trying to milk me dry!”

Your muddled brain can barely register his drool dropping onto your back before he bites into your shoulder.

You can only cry out with tears rolling down your face with each brutal thrust he give.

#🔞🔞🔞#pokemon #pokemon imagines #pokemon x reader #pokémon #pokemon fanfic #pokemon ingo #pokemon ingo x reader #pokemon emmet #pokemon emmet x reader #pokemon smut #pokemon x reader smut #smut

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sk1ttery · 9 months

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Wallflower AU Things :))

Set a few months prior to Graves’ accident.

“Kid, I’m gonna need to to tell me your name.” The police officer taps his pen against his clipboard, eyeing Hot-Shot.

Hot-Shot shifts in the uncomfortable plastic seat, sneakers squeaking against the lenoleum floors. He crosses his arms and huffs slightly, blowing his hair out of his eyes.

The cop purses his lips. “How old are you?”

Hot-Shot stares him down, adamant in not answering.

“Can you tell me the names of those boys you were with?”

Hot-Shot turns his gaze to the clock, pointedly avoiding eye contact.

Tick

Tick..

Tick…

There’s an irritated sigh. “Son, I can do this all day…”

Perfect. So can he.

“…Or you could make this easier for both of us and tell me who you robbed that store with.” He prompts, sounding more impatient by the minute.

An uncomfortable silence falls over them before the officer sighs heavily and pushes his glasses to the top of his head. Hot-Shot can see the indents on the his nose.

“Look, kid. You’re in here every other week and it’s always because the same boys screwed you over and left you behind. I know you have some code or- whatever you want to call it, but is that really worth your future? Why don’t you just tell me your name.”

“Shouldn’t it be in your files or some shit? Considering I’m here so much.”

“So you can talk.”

“Yeah. But why would I talk to a fuckin’ pig like you.”

There’s no way he’s ratting out his friends. His old man and mama taught him better than that.

Deny. Deny. Deny.

“Did you rob that store last night.” The cop ignores the insult.

“I don’t know. Did you see me rob it.”

The officer looks exhasperated and sits back, pinching this bridge of his nose and muttering what sounds like a prayer before standing up abruptly.

Hot-Shot flinches at the sudden movement.

“I’m not doing this. I can’t-“ He walks off, probably to find a co-worker or some shit.

Hot-Shot watches the cop talk to a coworker. They keep glancing over at him and whispering to each other. He turns his gaze to the officer’s desk, studying his belongings.

The station doors slide open and he looks around only to see a very irritated looking Graves walk in.

Oh, shit.

Graves marches past him, raising a hand in a ‘don’t’ motion before Hot-Shot can get a word out, as he approaches the officers and decends into a heated conversation.

—

He’ll never understand how Graves does it. He was sure he was fucked this time, but then Graves swoops in and saves his ass.

Again.

“…Graves-“ He starts to say after they’ve been sat in the car in silence for maybe ten minutes.

Graves lifts his head from where he’d been resting it against the steering wheel.

“You told me you were done with this shit, mate- I thought after you left home you’d leave them too.”

“It was just one job.” Hot-Shot mutters.

“You say that every time. ‘Just one job.’ ‘One more job.’ ‘This is the last one, Graves.’ It never is- The whole point of you leaving was to escape that shit. But you keep going back to those fucking low-life-“

“They’re my friends-“ Hot-Shot interrupts, turning to meet Graves’ gaze.

“I’m your friend. They’re gang members. There’s difference, Forest.”

“Is there??”

“Friends don’t leave friends behind.”

Hot-Shot shuts his mouth and turns his gaze away, slumping down in his seat. He refuses to admit Graves is right.

“Don’t start sulking because I’m right.”

“Fuck you, man.” He bites out.

“Why, for caring?” Graves sounds tired. Maybe Hot-Shot’s been pushing too much...

“Look.” Graves says eventually. “I- I know you think they’re your friends, Shot, but one of these days- Sooner or later, they’re going to leave you bleeding somewhere. And I know you know that, deep down.”

Hot-Shot doesn’t answer. Maybe he does know that. Those guys have never done anything for him or to help him. Despite how much he’s done for them. How much he’s risked. How he bends over backwards for them-

Graves reaches out and ruffles his hair but Hot-Shot ducks away. He’s not in the mood.

Graves retracts his hand. “Let’s just go home,” He mutters, starting the car.

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fleurdelanuit13 · 7 months

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FFXIVWRITE: Prompt 27 - Sole

Lyla and Lalai sat on a couch in a well-decorated store. It smelled wonderfully of leather and perfume. Refreshments sat on the low table in front of them. They waited for Zhai'a with his vanya robe neatly-folded next to them. He was with another Miqo'te at the other end of the shop, getting fitted for new boots.

Lalai laughed as she and Lyla regaled themselves with memories. "Remember how long he took? I feared he would keep us in suspense until the comet passed again!"

Lyla snorted. "Or until Shantotto's return."

"Huh? Shantotto? Her name is Shatotto."

"Yes, but therrre is an archmage named Shantotto as well. She was in the Shroud a few years ago. Shatotto greatly reminded me of her."

"Why have I not heard of this Shantotto?"

"It's a long story," Lyla said.

"We've nothing but time," Lalai said.

"She was from another world."

"Was it one of those that you've been to?"

"No, but I met another from her world once."

Zhai'a began to walk back to them. "If I remember correctly," he said, "Shantotto was from the Federation of Windurst in Vana'diel." The other Miqo'te took notes as she watched his gait.

"Word probably didn't reach outside the Shroud," Zhai'a added. "It barely reached past Gridania. I only found out because Khloe Bajhiri came to the area I was working in."

The Seeker felt at the boots Zhai'a wore. "Now stand as you would while casting," she told him. He took a conjury stance.

"Pimoh and Oah didn't tell you?" Lyla asked.

Zhai'a shook his head. "Oah wasn't there. Pimoh spared most of the details and just sent me a copy of The Raven instead."

Lalai looked at Lyla. "You didn't tell him either? I thought you'd been colleagues for a long time."

"We're both members of Stillglade Fane," said Zhai'a, "but we were not in contact."

Lyla took a ginger cookie from the snack table. "And even if we had been," she added, "he wouldn't've remembered me."

"We hadn't seen each other in almost ten years," Zhai'a explained. At the Seeker's direction, he took another stance.

Lyla scoffed. "Yes that's the reason, not the crucial detail that I'm a warrior of light and you still would not've remembered." She bit the head off of her cookie and pointed at him with the rest of it. "Hells, you barely remembered me in Thanalan and that was after the spell broke."

"Well I remember you now," Zhai'a retorted. "And do not speak as though you remembered me before I introduced myself."

His tail started to swish but he stopped it out of habit.

"Don't worrry." Still examining his feet, the Seeker spoke up. "You can leave your tail frrree. You won't hit me."

"Ah, right, thank you," Zhai'a replied quietly. His tail resumed its movement. "And you've my sincerest apologies that you must witness all of this."

The Seeker laughed. "No, no, there's no need to apologise," she said. "'Witness all of this'? You do know wherrre you arrre, rrright? This is Ul'dah, mate." She took on a formal accent and smiled sweetly. "My atelierrr is simply closed for an appointment with some mages, and as these mages are Lyla Sylvie, Lalai Lai, and you, Zhai'a Nelhah, I will witness nothing unless you will me to."

The Seeker stood up and spoke to him with her normal accent again. "Now, I'm going to fetch some more styles for you to trrry on. Feel very frrree to keep talking. It'll help me get a better rrread on yourrr aether when we test them out before and after the outsole engraving."

"Perfect," went Lalai.

"Wonderful," Lyla agreed.

"Excellent, thank you," Zhai'a said quickly.

The Seeker darted off through a curtained doorway.

Zhai'a pulled up the vermillion hood of his top and poured himself some tea.

"She said she would not witness what we did not will, yet I feel as though I've been threatened."

Lyla decapitated another cookie mage. "That's because the rest of that phrase is 'Or I shall witness everything until you pay me not to.'"

Zhai'a paused before returning the teapot to the table. "... Of course it is."

Lalai snickered. "What did you expect?"

Zhai'a threw up his arm as he took a sip. "I don't know. Then why did she not finish it?"

Lalai was beside herself with laughter. "We really must work on your observational skills."

"Zhai'a," Lyla said and pointed at her face, "I'm the Warrior of Moonlight."

#lyla sylvie ffxiv #ffxiv #ffxivwrite2023 #this takes place post-shb

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casspurrjoybell-24 · 17 days

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My Unwanted Mate - Chapter 6 - Part 2

*Warning Adult Content*

Tatum Briar

"He was so scared," Mrs. Frey spoke softly, not taking her eyes off the home video, one of the many she had insisted we'd watch.

I'm positive our Mom would have pulled out all the embarrassing photos he had stored away if we had a mate to bring home.

"Puppy," Benjamin giggled around a mouthful of eggs.

Humming softly as he continued to eat.

He'd come to wake us up earlier and we'd brought him downstairs so he wouldn't wake his papa.

Mrs. Frey had found us keeping the pup company and had stared before joining us.

"That's your papa and uncle Torin," I pointed out.

Calvin was a big pup, huge compared to Torin who had only just shifted for the first time before they got out the camera.

We could hear Mr. Frey encouraging Calvin to meet his brother's wolf but the bigger pup seemed hesitant.

"Papa," Benjamin bounced where he sat between us, fingers reaching for the plate of eggs I held on my lap to prevent a mess.

My eyes shifted back to the video of a frightened Calvin.

He was so cute as a pup.

All chunky and fluffy fur, big for his age.

Mrs. Frey had shifted to her wolf and was licking at her pup's tiny head.

Torin looked like a ball of fluff with a tail that was wagging like crazy.

He clearly was excited and wanted to play but every time he made a move towards his brother, the older pup backed away.

The video switched to another of Mrs. Frey whispering to her mate to leave her pups alone.

He clearly wasn't listening though and pushed a cracked door open to reveal the two pups.

Calvin was awake, blinking up at his dad as Torin slept comfortably on top of the bigger pup.

Calvin looked scared to move an inch.

"He was a fatty," Nathan commented, his eyes only going to the video for a second before he looked back down at his phone.

He did nothing to hide his disinterest.

"Mom."

I jumped at the gasp, looking up at the Luna and Alpha who stood in the doorway.

Torin didn't look pleased to see the video on the television but his mate was trying to laugh silently and failing.

"You looked like a drowned rat," Alpha Robert burst out.

"Or a chihuahua."

I turned away from the fighting pair to look back at the video that had switched to one when they were a little older.

Calvin was chunky even in his human form, his cheeks stained red as his mom instructed him to say hi to the camera.

The screen turned black and I jumped again, accidentally spilling some of Benjamin's eggs on my lap.

"Oh no, my eggs," the pup whined but was quickly distracted by Nathan's cell-phone.

Calvin didn't look happy at all where he stood in front of the television he'd cut off.

His mouth shut quickly as he refrained from saying something and instead huffed.

He was glaring at his Mom, silently telling her something.

Nathan didn't look up from his phone, turning himself so Benjamin couldn't climb in his lap.

The pup looked confused by my twin's attitude and instead turned towards me but I was trying to pick eggs off my lap and watch what was going on around me.

"I know what you're trying to do," Calvin spoke up, voice still rough from sleep and his red hair a mess.

"I don't know what you're talking about," Mrs. Frey challenged, eyes not wavering as she stared down the big male.

"Bullshit," Calvin growled, silencing everyone.

"If I wanted a fucking mate, I would've told you about them."

His hand waved towards Nathan's and I and I shrunk back into the sofa.

"But I didn't and not that it's any of your business but they already know this. I've already rejected them."

"Calvin," Mrs. Frey gasped, looking truly shocked by his words.

"Son," Mr. Frey stood in the entryway, I couldn't see his expression with how my vision blurred from tears.

Mrs. Frey stood up, mumbling prayers to the Moon Goddess as she stormed out of the room.

"We're leaving," Nathan said, standing up, grabbing my hand and pulling me with him.

"No go. No go," Benjamin cried, clinging onto my jeans in an attempt to keep us there.

I wanted to pick the pup up and comfort him but Nathan didn't seem fazed by his crying and continued pulling me from the room.

"Nate."

"No, we're leaving," he declared again.

"He doesn't want us, fine. We have each other, we'll be fine. He won't because all he has is a pup who's going to grow up and then he'll truly be alone."

I sobbed at the sound of Benjamin's crying, not wanting to leave the pup who had already been abandoned once before.

Nathan only stopped tugging on my wrist to paused long enough for us to put our shoes on.

It was enough time for Benjamin to follow and latched onto me, his small arms attempting to wrap around my neck as I leaned down to put on my boots.

"No go. No go," he cried, pulling me with enough strength that I fell onto my bottom.

He was crying so hard he was choking himself up, his small form shaking as he coughed and sobbed.

Nathan watched with tears steadily flowing down his own cheeks, his hands roughly wiping at them.

Wrapping my arms around Benjamin, I rocked the pup, rubbing his back in an attempt to soothe him.

I didn't want to let go of him.

It felt like I was leaving my pup and I couldn't do something like that.

I didn't have to make that decision though because Calvin pulled his pup off me without a word, the front door slamming shut and silencing the pup's cries.

"He'll be fine," Nathan tried to assure, his voice unsteady as he tried to stop his own crying.

I didn't say anything but that didn't mean I agreed.

None of us were going to be fine.

This time, Calvin's rejection felt permanent.

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duskys-dreams · 8 months

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I had a dream about some Warrior cats trying to stop an evil ruler. I knew there were four, but I could only remember two of them, Rumblesky and Fallowsight.

Rumblesky was a male with dark blue fur and a white underbelly with feathered wings. Cats are supposed to have powers in this universe, but Rumblesky did not for some reason. He was also infertile, but he dearly wanted kits. I noted that if he ever got a mate, he should have someone be a surrogate. He’s a friendly and good-natured cat, but he’s bitter about not being as helpful as he could be.

Fallowsight was a golden she-cat who I considered making the medicine cat due to her gentle and quiet demeanour, but decided that that was a stereotype and we needed more soft-spoken shy warriors. She did not have wings, but she was the heart of the group, the one who always had an idea on what to do next.

I can’t remember the other two, but one of had wings and the other was black with reddish brindle, and very high-energy.

I woke up and started writing all this down on my phone. I was in a grocery store, but everyone except me was some sort of monster. This was normal.

I wandered around for a while, continuing to make notes on my dream while taking in all the drama. One person stole something and pushed away a woman who tried to stop her, but then they revealed that they were actually twenty clones standing in one place, with many different skin tones. They jogged in a circle around the shoplifter while staff arrived.

Later, I talked to the clones (all back into one person again, but with a different skin tone since a different one had found their way to the surface.) They were actually really nice, and gave me a gift. They also explained that they were blind when they were all together, for the same reason why you can’t see if you stand directly inside someone else in Minecraft.

I met with Marcel outside, and we agreed that we were ready to leave. We waited on a white picnic bench while the clones watched over us. Eventually, dad arrived, and we went home.

Along the way, we stopped at a random house that was being investigated by a detective. He was absolutely certain that a vampire had broken in, but I knew that wasn’t the case. There weren’t even any footprints.

As we started to leave, I noticed a large crow sitting in a nearby tree. The detective said that that was our vampire, and I used the string on my bathrobe to catch it and pull it down. It wasn’t happy.

We finally arrived at home. In the fireplace, there was a cop that needed help catching some criminals who were all in the form of lizards. The fireplace door was more like a window to him, and he would look into a camera to address me (it gave the fish-eye effect.) When he opened the fireplace door, he would turn to his left and open up a full-size door from his perspective.

I agreed to help him, and employed my lizard-catching skills. They would appear in the tv room, and I would catch them similarly to how I used to catch crickets. Then I would open the door and hand them off to the cop to be sent to jail.

Eventually, a lizard that resembled the colours of a leopard gecko appeared. I caught it easily, but the cop was gone. I looked down at the lizard, and I realized that it was actually the cop who was transmutated by the lizard criminal. And there he was, at the top of the stairs.

I ran upstairs and dropped the cop, frantically telling my dad not to hurt him as he was actually a cop who was transmuted by a criminal wizard lizard. His response was just “…okay?”

I chased after the wizard lizard, who ran into my room and onto my bed. He almost escaped, but I was able to nab him before he disappeared in my messy blankets. He told me that he was hoping to mess up my bedroom so that I would be uncomfortable sleeping there.

I brought him back downstairs, and also picked up the cop. I put the cop back into his place first, and he turned back into a human. I handed off the wizard lizard, and he thanked me and took him away.

#dusky’s dreams #dream journal #warrior cats #lizard #criminal lizards #wizard lizard

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umichenginabroad · 1 year

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Week 2: The trek to NZ

Hi everyone. Very excited to show you what I have in store from this past week.

I spent Tuesday and Wednesday doing some more exploring, making some new friends, and relaxing. I found a new favorite cafe nearby, an essential to my morning routine to begin my day and get some work done. On Tuesday night, I went to a bar located right next to the Sydney Opera house on the harbor with some mates.

During the day on Wednesday, I journeyed to the coast with my book, determined to find the best possible reading spot (maybe in the world). Here's what I settled with:

Not too shabby! However, on Thursday morning, dreams began to turn into reality. Three friends and I had been planning a trip to New Zealand during January for quite a while now (to take advantage of the nice weather and single online class we all are taking). At 3:30am on Thursday, these dreams finally began to come to fruition, and we set off to the airport for our 6:00am flight to the city of Christchurch in the South Island of New Zealand.

Upon landing, the combination of the early wakeup and melancholy weather left us pretty exhausted as we began the trip from Christchurch to our first stop, Lake Tekapo. However, once we were about 15 minutes from our hostel, one of the most memorable moments of the trip thus far occurred: The clouds began to part and the sun peeked through in an almost heavenly fashion, foreshadowing the beginning of a great trip to come. We finally arrived at around 8:00pm, and the sun was still shining as if it was four in the afternoon back in Michigan! The tiny town of Lake Tekapo has a population of under 600 people and is the only town situated on the lake, leaving the rest to natural beauty.

On Friday, we eagerly hopped out of bed, made some breakfast, and set out to conquer our first hike: Mount John. At the top, we were provided with some of the most stunning views I have ever seen of Lake Tekapo and the surrounding mountains.

After completing the hike and making some sandwiches for lunch, we spent the afternoon kayaking. Never before have I seen such glistening, turquoise water!

After this, I took my first online quiz (no I didn't forget about school). Got a 90%! (read that again mom).

We finished the day off with a bonfire, smores, and stargazing at the lake. Great vibes all around!

Saturday began with an early wakeup and a quick drive over to Mount Cook National Park along the stunning Lake Pukaki. Mount Cook's contrasting colors, snow-capped glaciers, and overall interesting topography made for some awesome hikes and pictures.

We then continued our journey in the afternoon to our next stop: Wanaka. Wanaka is a much larger, populated town with some fun stores and restaurants located on Lake Wanaka. We spent the evening just chilling out, making dinner, and soaking in the new scenery. We were also preparing for the earliest wake-up of the trip, as we planned to hike the infamous Roy's Peak for the sunrise the following morning. At 3:00am on Sunday, we strapped on our headlamps and embarked on what would be a quite grueling journey to the top. To put it in perspective, the All Trails app claims that roundtrip, the hike should take the average person 6 hours, meaning that getting to the top should take around 4 hours (since it's all uphill one way). We did it in under 2.

A friend we made along the way took this picture of us on the top!

Here are some more photos. Truly one of, if not the most insane thing I have ever seen.

Last but certainly not least, we jumped out of a plane. Enough said.

As I wrap this up, I would like to leave you with two thoughts: First of all, everyone who is able should visit New Zealand at some point in their life. I could not encourage it more. It is truly a spectacle of the world, and the untouched natural beauty is second to none anywhere. Secondly, and on a similar note, recently I have felt that being surrounded by such beauty has strengthened my connection and appreciation of nature. Taking the time to step outside and get some fresh air whenever you can is important to your health. We must care for the earth so it will continue to care for us and provide us with such spectacles to explore.

Thanks for reading, Go Blue, and see you next week!

Sam Goldman

Industrial and Operations Engineering

UNSW Sydney

#UmichEnginAbroad #IPEUNSW #SamGoldman #IPEWinter23

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becbecandherlife · 2 years

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Thoughts from a few years ago about all the stuff I had accumulated...

“Cleaning out the bonus room today. What an adventure. It's full of all my Christmas decorations, boxes and boxes of all that is green and red , actually every shade of red: merlot, cranberry, burgandy, Ruby red, fire engine red, candy apple red, cardinal red, crimson, scarlet.

And a LOT of faded red as well, stuff I need to toss, not even fit for the Goodwill box. Underneath the Christmas pile, I saw golds, oranges, rusts and green. Yep, Thanksgiving decor.

You are probably wondering why I didn't put it all away last season after epiphany which is a tradition in my household. I'm wondering why I pulled it all out to begin with when I was down to just one person in this big ‘ole house~Me. I was determined to have some normalcy in my unexpectedly topsy turvy world and that meant decorating for Christmas to get my mind off all that turned my world upside down and inside out.

All that and the artist in me loves to decorate. With a passion, so you can imagine how many boxes are strewn across my bonus room.

The main reason I didn't put it away is because of my back. It is not cooperating as it should. I almost resorted to hiring movers, not to move to another house but move all this stuff back into the attic. Undecided as I was, I now find myself 4 months before it's time to haul them all back out again, loading boxes back into the attic. Whew. And my back is NOT happy with me.

I will press on. I need to find the sewing machine!!!!!!

It's a funny thing about stuff, it takes on a life all its own. It starts with a little stuff, then more stuff comes along but the old stuff is already there, in the way of the storage closet, so you pile the new stuff on top of the old stuff because you can't get to the place where you need to store the new stuff. Then The Daughter cleans out stuff from her closet and decides to pile all of her stuff on top of all your piles of stuff. I think I have just broken down hoarding in one single paragraph.

One of my biggest hinderers of getting a job like this accomplished is distractions.

You see, I'm distracted right now...I find stuff that I haven't seen in years and I get nostalgic. I love old stuff especially vintage anything~linens, pillowcases with crocheted flowers, old tablecloths, monogrammed linen hand towels. People who know and love me know of my passion for antique and vintage linens and give me more beautiful vintage stuff. And I am well prepared to decorate your event in the loveliest of fashion if need be and I have done just that. I have a stash of stuff, vintage treasures that mean the world to me, my mother's tablecloth from the 50's, my grandmother's antique hat collection along with her threadbare aprons (those two collections I frantically rescued from a pile in the middle of Grandma James' house after she passed away almost 30 years ago... Mama, Aunt Pat and Aunt Virginia were obviously overwhelmed with grandma's piles of stuff and were purging with fervor and gusto like I've never seen. I 'spect my girls will be doing the very same thing one day with all my stuff.

Side note, I must label stuff so they will know how to separate family heirlooms from stuff that what was procured in antique shops and flea markets and yard sales, you know, stranger's stuff that noone in their family wanted, stuff that over decades I found great joy and excitement searching for in this great treasure hunt of life.

And I always make time on my travels to find quaint little antique shops and such. And usually leave with an antique handkerchief or monogrammed handtowel.

My treasures. At the bottom of a pile of linens I found a treasure. It belonged to my sister, Gail who passed it on to me when she outgrew Barbies. It's a coat that has lost its mate, a lovely shift of a dress that coordinated with the jacket. It was made by the mother of Gail's best friend Melinda McCormick-Jeffers Kitchens . I am sad that I don't have the matching purse and dress but I have this coat. And the memories that come with it. Happy memories. I am still impressed at Mrs. McCormick's sewing expertise. It must've been so hard to sew such tiny versions of the most up to date fashions for Mindy and Gail's Barbies. Oh, to have the entire collection.

See, this is what happens to us baby-boomers, we see stuff that makes us nostalgic for the stuff we had as a child so we procure more stuff to bring us back to our childhood.

I've realized another reason for avoiding the piles of stuff in the bonus room is because there amongst my treasures is stuff that I'd rather not see nor deal with. Remnants, what’s left of a 25 year marriage. This stuff must be purged. It has to go. In the same manner that he had to go, quickly and no time for a note. I think that job would be better as a task that needs girlfriends' assistance. That would help.

But in order to get to my sewing machine, I must get back to the task at hand and focus on the happy stuff today. When I get it all put away in the attic and find my beloved cranky old machine , I am going to sew some John-Johns for my sweet grandbaby. I have six grandsons . We go on expeditions called geocaching hoping to find hidden stuff, maybe a note and a few coins.

One day when my girls give me a granddaughter (and I find my sewing machine) I think I'll make them some Barbie clothes to pass on to their daughters.

And I hope that one of these will love my great-great grandmothers’ Bible or my great-great Aunt Lois Kirkland’s antique bowl that my mama bequeathed to me.

I was an old soul even as a teenager when I found myself in the first antique shop. And I adore all that is old, vintage, those treasures that cause pause to think of the person who treasured it before me.

Now that I’m older I treasure memories the most, especially those of times spent with my mother, sister and grandmother.

Now that my friend, is the good stuff.”

#memories

#CoastalGrandmother

#vintagestyle

#antiqueshop

#coastalcottage

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comatose--overdose · 2 years

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Hey mate, love cat!jason, thoughts on how he'd react to being given an egg? There's the whole thing with cats protecting eggs because they know how fragile they are, I know it's still Jason but maybe cat brain takes over?

He was in the kitchen with Dick and Tim, lounging on the counter where he wasn’t supposed to be, but no one present was going to make him move. Dick decided some hard boiled eggs sounded like a decent snack and so grabbed the carton from the fridge.

It’s Tim’s idea to give Jason one.

“Hey, have you seen those vids of people giving their cats eggs? a lot of them get weirdly protective and broody over them. We should see how Jay reacts.”

Internally, Jay was rolling his eyes. They really couldn’t just let him sit there peacefully and get cat hair all over everything, huh? They gotta keep up with the trends like he’s their pet. Oh well. He got himself into this, and in for a penny, in for a pound. Besides, if they’re dumb enough to set an egg in front of him, well... he’s not the one who’ll have to clean it up off the floor. There aren’t very many perks to having no thumbs, but not being expected to do chores is one of them.

“Ooh! I have seen those! They’re adorable! ...And now I have to know.” Dick grinned brightly as he grabbed a single egg from the carton and slowly held it out to Jason to sniff curiously, and Jason complied, keeping the act up.

But then Dick set the egg down gently, right in front of him, and suddenly he wasn’t acting anymore. That egg was his now. That egg was his responsibility. He had to protect it, it’s so fragile. He felt the same compulsion to protect it that he felt for the baby birds.There was no thought behind it, only instinct as he gently maneuvered to egg underneath himself, laying ever so gently on top of it so it would be kept safe and warm by his fluffy underbelly. Careful to keep all of his weight on his paws, he curled around it as much as he could.

Dick’s squealing was obnoxious.

“Oh my fucking god. Timmy! Timmy lookit ‘im! Oh my god that egg’s his baby now!”

Jason heard the lens shutter sound effect and looked over to see Tim holding up his phone with a shit eating grin on his face. Oh. okay. So baby bird wanted a wet bed again. Jason shall provide.

...Later, after his egg has been protected sufficiently.

“Hey Dick, we only had like 4 eggs left. If you still want a snack, you have to get that one away from him now. Alfred isn’t going to the store until tomorrow.”

Try it. Try it, Jason dared him. Double dared him. Dick would lose his hand.

Dick knew it too, by the look of horror and betrayal that crept onto his face at the realization. “You set me up. Timmy! You set me up! You knew I wouldn’t think that far ahead and you suggested it anyway!”

“It’s someone else’s turn to be loathed by the beast Richard. You have been chosen as sacrifice.”

“Timmy!”

Huh. Okay, that’s diabolical and hilarious. Tim gets to keep clean sheets for the day. Jason’s still stealing his phone when he turns back though.

Dick tried only thrice to retrieve the egg from the very fluffy dragon guarding it fiercely before he gave up and made a sandwich instead....after bandaging the many new scratches on his hand. Tim and Dick sent Damian in a little while later in the hopes he could succeed where Dick failed (and Tim failed to try). When Jay felt the urge to swipe at Damian too, he froze, and just let the kid take it from him, realizing it was for the best. He was a little sad, honestly. That was his egg. His. And once it was away from him, his head cleared and he realized how ridiculous it was, but still. His egg. But he wasn’t about to harm Damian over it.

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(The next evening, Jason finds a red plastic Easter egg sitting in the chair he’s taken to curling up in. He can smell Damian on it. Had it been from Tim, it likely would have been a gesture of mockery, but from Damian? it’s a genuine and innocent gesture, and remarkably sweet. Dami gets some extra cuddles for that, and the egg doesn’t leave his sight. He doesn’t feel the same instinct for it, but that doesn’t stop him. Even when he’s human again Jason keeps the egg in his pocket. It’s such a simple thing, but it’s probably one of the kindest gifts he’s ever been given. Besides. His egg. Gotta protect.)

[More Cat!Jason posts here]

#cat!Jason #Jason Todd #dick grayson #tim drake #damian wayne #batfam #batman #batbros #batboys #dc comics #answered ask

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