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elliethesuperfruitlover · 4 years

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Feather Boas and Hors’ D’oeuvres

A/N: This is part two of my Halloween themed fics for @badsext. It’s the Robbie x reader one! Upon writing this author’s note (I write them before I start writing the story), I have 12 works in progress, counting this one. I have no idea why in the name of the lord I have decided to do this shit, but I love writing, and love writing for other people. Here in this household, we support all bodies. All bodies are beautiful, and you better be loving yourselves beech. I hope this ends out well.

Warnings: food, bad words, mention of insecurities, self hatred (but it’s recovered, don't worry luvs x)

“Robbie, I am NOT wearing that outside. Where the hell am I meant to go wearing that, love?” you ask, looking at the outfit he prepped for me with hesitance.

“You’ll be fine dear, just don’t turn too much or y’know. Everything’ll spill out.” he says, turning me in different directions.

“Yeah, yeah. I might have to deconstruct it, and add more fabric, Robbie, this is a LOT.” you say, poking and prodding at yourself, trying to suck the infamous tummy ™ in.

“Ahh, stop that now. That squish is perfectly fine, and your organs have to go somewhere. You’re fine just the way you are. No need to suck that in, nobody needs that much breath control. Not even a strong swimmer, love. Unsuck that belly, and let’s get on with all this, okay?” he says, wrapping an arm around your shoulder, kissing the side of your head.

You take the costume off, careful not to rip any of it, and put it back, waiting for Robbie to open the door, as he does. You put on your regular clothes, and decide to snoop around a bit, and look at the more absurd options in the Costume Shop. Some of this shit just does not make sense, please, society, change, and for the better this time. You do not want to wear a bathing suit outside, in 60 degree weather, just so you can say “I went Trick or Treating”. Not doing it, sorry. Those thoughts ran through your head as you went through the store, letting out a chuckle at the thought of breathing in nothing but rubber for an extended amount of time.

“Have you been having fun, going around, no worries.” Robbie asked, sneaking up from behind you, his cold arms creating goosebumps along your flesh.

“I’ve been talking to myself about just how not okay some of these costumes are.” you said, mentioning the puzzle pieces.

“That’s my problem with these things. What happened to the days where everyone went outside naked, and thought nothing of it.” Robbie asked, catching himself as he saw neon pink feathers.

“Periods exist, and it’s just too damn cold for me to go outside like that, you know that.” I say, following his eyes and sensing the chaos about to ensue.

“What about this huh?” Rob said, wrapping a painful neon pink boa around his neck.

You shook your head at his antics, and he chased you around the store with the wretched thing, trying to capture you with it. Along the way, he collected many more items, including fake blood, vampire teeth, copious amounts of candy, and a tiny top hat, colored yellow. It had sparkles all on it, and he put it on top of his head. In his arms, a couple things began to topple over, but he ran to the front register, and quickly placed it down before he had to pay for it, plus extra.

“All this please, along with this costume, and one of your “Pretty Princess” balloons in the back there please.” he said, glitter getting in his eyes. The cashier rolled their eyes, and scanned all of the items, and almost forgot the top hat on Robbie’s head, which he bent over for them to scan.

As soon as all of the items were scanned and paid for (and when Robbie got his balloon), the two of you got in the car, and headed back to the house, to decorate it accordingly. The car ride was quite short, but boy did it feel long. Robbie was stretched out in the back with his balloon, and you drove through the traffic, tapping your hands on the steering wheel when a certain beat hit.

Boys and girls of every age, wouldn’t you like to see something strange

Close your eyes and you will see, this our town of Halloween

“Yes, ohmygod ohmygod, THIS IS MY SONG!” you said, damn near breaking the dial to scream along to the song. Yes, you were getting weird looks from the families in their own cars, but you were feeling it.

Robbie laughed from the back, and twisted around, leaning over to kiss you on the cheek, joining you in the chaos that is yelling song lyrics in a car. You moved along in your seat, and admittedly ran 2 red lights, dodging potholes and cracks in the road. As the song ended, the glitter from Robbie’s hat had come off somewhat, and in almost every available place, there was yellow glitter. You laughed, and knocked some of it off of the radio dial, and put your attention fully on the road, instead of purposefully missing notes just to spite yourself. A couple minutes after the song ended, you arrived at your shared home, and emptied the car of costumes, decor, and of course, the balloon, which was starting to get more and more absurd.

“Where are we going to put half of these things?’ you ask, roaming around the house, trying to come up with a spot for your Halloween themed objects to go.

“Some of them could go outside, not much out there. The little cobwebs can go in the corners, not to be confused with the real cobwebs. The candles can go in here, Mr. Skelly can go on the mantle. We’ll figure everything else out. Oh, and the costumes go in the closet, that’s simple enough.” he says, setting Mr. Skelly in his rightful place.

You went down all the halls, pinning the fake cobwebs in the corners, avoiding the fake spiders. You even sprinkled some remaining glitter on the tables, trying not to breathe too much in. The fake blood was put into the bathroom, for special effects just in case you decided to be an oldie but goldie vampire. Robbie was busy getting the candles together, and he eventually got his balloon out of the car, where it had deflated some. It was put in the kitchen, along with your numerous house plants, also away from the infamous pink butter knife. He started on dinner, which was a soup of sorts, and he made the both of you a cup of coffee, pumpkin spice sadly excluded.

Soon enough, the sun was setting, and the two of you began lighting candles, and putting the warm soup into bowls, and getting washed up before putting your costumes on. You sipped on it, and turns out it was tomato soup, with grilled cheese sandwiches because originality in cooking is always welcome, but sometimes simple does it. The two of you ate in semi-silence, music playing from the record player in the living room.

“Can you taste the red food dye this time?” Robbie asked, taking a sip of wine from his glass.

“No, not this time, at least it doesn’t make me feel like I’m a hot air balloon. Too much red food dye is lethal to anyone living, I don’t care who the fuck you are, it’s not like I’m immune to things that taste like shit.” you say, biting into the sandwich.

“True, true, I hope it isn’t that bad, I mean, I can poison you if you’d like, just take a bite out of that candle, it’ll take you right out of here.” he says, pointing towards the lit candle in the corner of the room, which flickered due to the air in the room.

You chuckled at the thought, and from there on, you two ate in complete silence, until you finished, and Robbie offered to wash the dishes, and you took him up on it, heading back upstairs to freshen up and get ready to go trick-or-treating that night. As you were putting your costume on, certain places weren’t the same size that they were, and a couple tears ran down your face, and onto the fabric. You knew why you were frustrated, and you knew it was a really bad excuse to be crying, but the sobs only got heavier and heavier, until you were on the floor, clutching the carpet in your hands, trying to calm back down. You were sobbing so hard that you didn’t even hear Robbie’s bare feet padding in the halls, and him stopping when he found you on the ground, in your costume.

He didn’t say anything, only holding you as you cried, running his fingers over your hair, comforting you. You finally calmed down, and were reduced to sniffles. That’s also when you began to talk.

“Why do I have to be like this?” you asked him, seemingly, hands clutching his tank top.

“Everyone has insecurities. Society makes us, especially women feel like they have to look a certain way, act a certain way. You’re perfectly fine the way you are. You also just ate tomato soup and a sandwich, your belly is going to be a little bigger. That’s simply how humans are made, you can’t avoid it. You’re not ugly or gross for being human. Or for having a couple rolls, or stretch marks. They’re beautiful. You know I always love to see them. Doesn’t make you any less attractive.” he says, brushing his knuckles against your cheek.

“Yeah, but why do I have to feel bad about it if it doesn’t matter.” you reply, furrowing your eyebrows.

“I told you, it’s society’s fault for doing that shite to you. It’s not your fault in the least. You’ve been taught to believe all of that. You’re not in the wrong here. You are beautiful, and nobody can take that away from you.” he says, tilting you to the side, looking you in the eyes.

The two of you had a moment where there was almost silence, the only thing making noise were the kids outside, already in their costumes, cutely saying trick-or-treat. Your sniffles had subsided, and now your eyes were returning to their normal off-white color. Robbie put his fingers under your chin, and leaned towards you, kissing your lips full on. His hand slipped to the small of your back, holding you up. The two of you sat there, quiet in the gathering moonlight, still on the floor enjoying the company.

“You wanna get out of here, so I can get in my costume, and we can get gobsmacked with sweets?” Robbie asked, rubbing knuckles against yours.

“Sure, fuck it.” you say, smiling, grabbing his hand, and heading to the bathroom to get that fake blood, and put it to good use.

Robbie went into the bathroom after you, and soon enough, he came out, and that corset was hugging him in all of the right places. You grabbed your pumpkin basket, made of plants, and headed outside, elbows interlocked with Rob’s. The two of you headed to each house in the area, going “trick or treat” to each adult at the door, even getting giggles from little children. It began to rain, and the two of you ran into each puddle on purpose, getting completely soaked in the process. When you two got home, you rid yourselves of the homemade candy, cleaned it all off, and ate some of it. Just as it was reaching the early morning hours, the two of you went to sleep on the couch, snickers bar wrappers surrounding you.

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#robert sheehan fluff #robert sheehan x reader #robert sheehan imagine #halloween fic #spooky #self love #encouragement

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preferredrealty · 4 years

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Escape - A Kian Lawley Imagine

Cabin fever has set in with this lockdown going on so i've written this to distract myself from being cooped up in the house.

This is my first Kian imagine hope you guys enjoy!

This deleted twice when I tried to edit it so I gave up! I apologise for any spelling mistakes

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- (Y/N) groaned as her phone buzzed constantly on her bedside table, buzzing to the point where it was balancing on the edge when one final vibration sent it over the edge, landing on the plush carpet below. Leaning over the side of the bed she looked at the face time call coming through from Kian. A small smile growing over her face at the goofy face of her best friend. Reaching for the phone she swiped to answer letting her face fall back into her pillow, her hair which she had tied in a bun before bed had come lose and was now sticking up all over.

The call connected showing Kian sitting behind the driving wheel of a car that (Y/N) quickly realised was JC's jeep, also recognising that the car doors were gone. "Morning beautiful!" He sang making (Y/N) cringe at his energetic behaviour this early in the morning. "Morning Kian." She groaned, standing from her bed, moving at a snail like speed to her kitchen, nodding to her roommate, Abby, who was eatting a bowl of cereal while scroll on her phone. "I'm on my way to your place, be ready. We are going on an adventure." Kian smiled as he kept his eyes on the road. (Y/N) glanced down at her body the vintage denim KNJ WORLDWIDE hoodie hanging like a dress over her thighs, covering the underwear she was wearing beneath. "Boy I haven't even showered yet!" She sighed grabbing a cereal bar. "You showered last night." Kian replied simpily lifting the phone from where it was resting, bringing it closer to his face as he got stuck in traffic. "You'll need to shower again by the time i'm done with you." He smirked wiggling his eyebrows. "You'll need a doctor by the time i'm done with you." (Y/N) snapped back, really not a morning person. "Ohh Kinky!" Kian sang, putting his phone back where it was to keep driving. "I'll be at your place in twenty minutes, dress for a walk but it's warm so I recommend shorts." He grinned before hanging up.

(Y/N) sighed setting her phone on the counter turning to find Abby smirking. (Y/N) raised an eyebrow taking a bite from her bar. "What?" She asked, chewing as Abby shook her head. "Just fuck him already girl." Abby laughed as (Y/N)'s eyes widened chocking on her bar. It was no secret that Kian and (Y/N) flirted but the fact that she had been friends with him for as long as him and Jc have been friends always put her off taking it further. They had shared a few drunken kisses and even almost hooked up on Kians 21st birthday only to be interupted by Jc bustin into the room screaming that the birthday boy shouldn't leave his own party.

"He's my friend, that's it." (Y/N) groaned as a text came through. iMessage from Kiwi: Bring a swimming suit too! See you soon x With a sigh (Y/N) walked back into her room, staring at the bush on top of her head before reaching for her brush preparing to tackle the mess.

Fifteen minutes later (Y/N) had her hair in a messy bun, a pair of light wash mom shorts on with Kian's tie-dye shirt that said Whatever on it tucked into her shorts. She pulled on her white high top converse on as she sat in the middle of her bed, sighing as she stared at the laces. "I hate you..but I love you." She whispered glaring at them to be interuppted by Kians laugh filling the room. "Damn, poor shoes." He smiled, sat on the bed with his back to (Y/N) pulling her leg onto his lap, tying her lace before patting her calf, genturing for the other foot.

Smiling she swapped her feet over reaching forward to rest her chin on kians shoulder. "Thanks." She grinned as he finished typing a perfect bow, standing up to hold his hands out helping (Y/N) stand. "Got your stuff ready?" Kian asked genturing to the familiar black XPLR backpack on the floor next to her door. "Yup, ready to go." She popped the 'p' in 'yup' As Kian grabbed the back pack making (Y/N) smirk sending a sneaky snapchat to Colby, saying that Kian was a die hard fan.

"See you later Abby!" (Y/N) yelled as she walked out the door, following Kian to Jc's jeep. "So my bestie, where you taking me today?" (Y/N) smiled, climbing into the jeep, loving it when the doors were off. Climbing in Kian set (Y/N)'s backpack on the floor in the back next to his own before turning to start the car. "I found a awesome swimming hole in a forest out of the city, I wanted to show you it." He backed out of his parking space, hand resting on the back of (Y/N)'s seat as he reversed. Reaching for the Aux cord (Y/N) plugged her phone in, a grin spreading as she searched through her playlist for the perfect song.

Thirty minutes into their drive they were out of the city driving around a practically empty road, the sky a pink and purple mix as the day began. Kian was smiling at (Y/N) as she sang along to each song that came on, out of habit somewhere along the way Kians hand had rested on her thigh, only leaving to shift gears and going straight back to its spot. The leg with kians hand on it rested on the seat while her other one sat on the dashboard, she had kindly put a hoodie under it not wanting to damage Jc's baby.

"Awgh!" Hearing (Y/N) make that noise Kians head shot to face her seeing her pouting at her phone. "(Y/N)? You okay?" He asked making her look up with a grin. "I just forgot about this song!" She smiled pressing on it. As 'Classic' by MKTO came from the speakers Kian smiled leaning his head back on his head rest as he kept his eyes on the road listening to (Y/N) sing along. Her head lazily bobbing along to the beat. As she got more into the song she turned to Kian singing in his direction.

"Oh come on Kian! You remember the words!" She teased. With a hearty laugh Kian grinned singing along with her, his thumb now stroaking her thigh. (Y/N)'s eyes widened as they pulled off onto a dirt road leading into a forest. "Oh my god..this is it, you're finally going to murder me!" She cried causing Kian the laugh and nod. "Yup, nobody can hear you scream out here." He wink, his eyes going back to the road missing the red blush on (Y/N)'s cheeks, taking his statement a different way.

The song changed to a more soft acustic song (Y/N) didn't know as they drove along the dirt road, (Y/N) looked up watching the sun break through the trees as she relaxed into her seat, one hand out of the jeep weaving through the wind, the other tracing Kians fingers on her thigh.

Kian came to a stop in a small parking area that was over grown with shrubs and flowers making (Y/N) raise an eyebrow. "I think the forest park decided that this trail was too far out to maintain so they just let it go." Kian expained as he unbuckled his belt, handing (Y/N) her back pack before grabbing his own. (Y/N) got out of the jeep, walking next to Kian as he started down a trail that had clearly been left un-touched for a while. Kian lead the way, helping (Y/N) over fallen logs, holding branches out of her way and warning her about dips in the path as they went.

(Y/N) looked around, her eyes taking in the wild surrounding as she turned to look up at Kian. "How'd you find this place Kian?" She asked in a low voice, not wanting to distub the quietness. Kian poursed his lips kicking a twig as he thought out his words. "I got lost in my head one day, fighting with myself, telling myself I was failing at YouTube, I wasn't..attractive enough, I wasn't smart enough, just a bad day. So I decided to drive to focus on something else when I came across the dirt road and just started walking when I found the path, now this place is my escape...and I wanted my favourite person to share it with me." He smiled as he stopped at what looked like a dead end. Turning to a over grown tree he lifting a few lower branches revealing a swimming hole with a waterfall flowing into it.

(Y/N) gasped walking through the gap her eyes taking in the sight before her. The swimming hole was a perfect circle, one side more shallow than the other, the waterfall seemed to fall perfectly in the centre from a small cliff-like ledge, the trees around the area stood tall but a gap aloud a large ray of sunlight the beam through giving a warm glow to the area. "Kian this is beautiful!" She grinned as Kian stepped up next to her, "It is." He nodded looking around before point at a large rock that was off to the side of the water. "You can change behind there he smiled, pulling his shirt off, already in his swimming trunks. Running off quickly (Y/N) started to get changed into her Retro styple navey and white striped bikini. Kian had already walked waist deep into the water, his fingers waving through the water as he heard a soft splashing behind him he turned to see (Y/N) taking small steps into the water, her messy bun now gone, her hair cascading down her back. Holding out his hand Kian grinned at her as the walked deeper, the water hit (Y/N)'s chin as it barely touched Kians shoulders making him laugh at her. (Y/N) smirked up at him, grabbing his shoulders, dunking him under the water, squealing as Kian tired to grab her waist to pull her under with him. (Y/N) broke free from his grip swimming towards the waterfall.

She turned around, hand and feet treading the water to keep her afloat looking for Kian not seeing him anywhere. The waterfall causing bubbles under the water so she couldn't see a few feet around her. "Kian?" She called out, feeling a bit worried he hadn't come up yet. "Kia-"A scream ripped from her as her ankle was grabbed pulling her under the water.

Her eyes stung for a second as she opened them under the water, the beam of sunlight making the water as clear as the air above it, she came face to face with Kians grinning face making her shake her head before swimming back to the surface Kian following.

"Jackass." She muttered as he broke the water making him laugh, hands gripping her waist, pulling her legs to wrap around his hips. Kian kicked his legs keeping them both floating as he just enjoyed (Y/N)'s presence, her mind clearly occupied by looking around the forest. Kian took the time to take in all her features, the smile that stopped his heart, the nose that scruched when he told a bad joke, the cheeks he cant stop himself from kissing when he's in a drunken haze. He bit his lip as her eyes met his, her eye lashes dripping water, making them look longer and fuller, making her eyes look bigger.

(Y/N)'s head tilted to the side as she looked at Kian, a blush on her cheeks from his intense stare. "What's the matter?" She asked, taking one of her hands off his shoulders to push his hair back out of his face. "Nothing...I'm just in love with you." Kian smiled as (Y/N)'s face turned to shock, the hand in his hair gripping a few strands. "I'm in love with you (Y/N)." He whispered nudging his nose against hers. "I think I always have been." He finished pushing his lips against her, unable to contain the noise of satisfaction from escaping as she moved her lips back against his. Her hand gripping tighter as Kians hands moved to grip her thighs.

Pulling back (Y/N) giggled pressing a quick kiss to his lips before leaning her forehead against his. "I love you too." She grinned as Kian pulled her back into another kiss, getting lost in their own little world.

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milomeepit · 5 years

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Diamond In The Rough: Chapter Thirteen

Roman has always wanted better. Has always believed that there’s a better life, a better world, just out of reach. Just beyond the veil of shitty teachers who don’t care, angry classmates that scream insults and slurs at each other all day, and drug-hazed parents who are more concerned with their next hit than looking after their ten year old son.

When he runs away after a particularly bad night at home and finds a quiet little cafe/bookstore tucked away in a back alley of the city, the sweet couple who run the joint (an odd pair; a quiet, gloomy man with a wry sense of humour and a cynical gleam in his eye, and a bouncy man who smiles like sunshine and laughs like a storybook king) help show him that maybe- just maybe- he really can have the life he always dreamed of.

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Word Count: 2645

Chapter Warnings: Yelling, child neglect, abusive parents, fire, basements, darkness, daydreams, crying, panic attacks, starving, running away, punishments, mentioned drug use, arguing, nightmares, sleep deprivation, alcohol mention, cursing

The next few days passed in a noisy haze of yelling, slammed doors, and too-loud TV shows. Roman spent most of his time in either his room, lying on his bed and letting his mind drift to faraway places, or out the backyard, climbing the old oak tree and watching birds fly over the tops of houses. Sometimes, when the wind blew hard, hard enough to shake the smaller branches of the tree, it felt like he could fly, too, if he just opened his arms and stepped out of the tree.

He’d always wanted to fly. It was part of the reason he did love Peter Pan quite so much. It would be so magical, wouldn’t it, to just spread his arms out, think happy thoughts, and soar up into the sky? To trail his hand through the clouds, to follow the sunset and fly somewhere. Somewhere new and exciting, where the rules of real life didn’t follow, where the sun was always shining and rivers ran crystal clear, where people smiled and sang songs, where flowers swayed in the gentle breeze and forests were full of friendly creatures.

Thoughts like that helped pass the hours that dragged by until Dad finally fell asleep on the couch. He’d usually knock out sometimes after 3am, and wake up at midday. It was a welcome reprieve from the usual noise and chaos, but Roman found himself unable to sleep. He would lie in bed, curled up under the fluffy grey blanket that Virgil had given him, arms tightly wound around the monkey- since named Arwen- and plan out elaborate fantasies.

Exploring hidden temples, wandering through magical forests, climbing ancient mountains that reached up into the heavens, he travelled the world in his mind’s eye. Sometimes he was alone, sometimes he had company. Sometimes other kids, friends who he led bravely into the shadows for them to claim a shining prize or battle some great evil. Sometimes a group of knights, pledged to follow his every command, who defended from all who struck against him.

And sometimes, it was Virgil and Patton. Virgil would scale trees and scan for danger, swinging down from the thick, strong branches, and landing with a satisfying crunch on the leaves scattering the forest floor. Patton would hold his hand and help him climb over large tree roots and rocks, his bright laughter spilling through the trees like sunshine. They would pick their way through the forest, searching for a spot to sit down. And then, just as their legs began to tire and their feet started to hurt, there it would be.

A clearing, ringed perfectly by rustling green trees, carpeted with lush grass and bright, sweet-smelling flowers. The stream that cut through the woods rushed nearby, just through the trees on the other side of the clearing, cool and inviting. The three of them would sit down, and Patton would pull containers of sandwiches and bottles of water from his bag, and they would eat and talk and relax together in the warm, golden sunlight. Virgil would tease Roman about going for a dip in the cold water, and Patton would laugh as the two of them raced to the bank and dived in to see who could make the bigger splash.

Roman’s stomach growled as he imagined the soft bread and creamy egg salad of the sandwiches, bringing his attention back to the real world. He grimaced as he sat up, feeling a little light-headed. Mom had been away since the first night he’d gotten home- working, Dad had grunted when Roman had dared to ask him- and, as a result, he hadn’t eaten anything but the half-dozen cookies Virgil had packed for him from the batch they’d made together that afternoon.

He tucked Arwen under his arm and tugged his hoodie around his shoulders, then carefully made his way downstairs. It was late, but the TV was still on, meaning Dad was probably still awake. Roman held his breath as he crept past the living room, trying to make himself as silent as possible.

He made it to the kitchen undisturbed and set Arwen carefully in a clear spot on the counter, her large head listing to the side a little, then began looking through the cupboards to find something to eat. Most of them were jammed full of cracked crockery and broken appliances, and he didn’t bother opening those.

He found a packet of pop tarts in the back of the cupboard above the sink. He carefully climbed down off of the chair he’d dragged over from the table to look in the overhead cabinets and showed off his find to Arwen. Her wide stitched smile mirrored his own grin as he set them on the counter next to her, then turned to paw through another cupboard to find the toaster.

Roman eventually dug it out and plugged it in next to Arwen, shoving dirty cups and plates into the sink to make room for it. He carefully dropped two of the pastries into the toaster and pulled down the lever, then sat down on the chair. He swung his legs back and forth as he looked around the kitchen.

It was as cluttered as ever, broken and dirty dishes and electronic components littered across every available surface. The walls were covered with ripped, stained wallpaper, handprints and food splatters almost completely obscuring the faded floral pattern beneath. The tiles were cracked and uneven, some completely missing by the back door. Roman suddenly noticed the new extra locks on the back door, and his roaring stomach dropped down into his knees. So, they had noticed how he’d gotten out.

It had been a windy night. The house had creaked alarmingly as Mom and Dad screamed at each other. She’d been high off her head on some new batch he’d gotten from one of his friends, and he was screaming at her for cutting into his supply. Roman had sat on his bed, tears in his eyes, a pillow over his head, and something in him had just...

Snapped.

He’d gone downstairs one he was sure Dad was asleep. Mom had already left at the end of their argument, slamming the front door shut hard enough to shake Roman’s schoolbook off of his bedside. He took as much money as he could shove in his pockets from the jar Mom kept on top of the fridge, grabbed his backpack, and slipped down the hallway to the front door. It had been locked, and he hissed softly in frustration. Dad kept his keys in his pocket, and Roman certainly didn’t dare go into the living room, let alone try to pickpocket him.

Instead, he went back to the kitchen, carefully unlatching the creaky back door, and snuck out into the night. It didn’t take long for him to clamber over the back fence, and as soon as his feet hit the ground, he was running. As fast as he could, down the laneway, and to the bus station on the other side of the river. The bus ticket took almost half the money he had, but the dead-eyed teenager in the booth hadn’t questioned him. The bus was big, and the seats were soft, and he was asleep within minutes.

A bump in the road jolted him awake a few hours later, and he’d sat up to see bright lights twinkling along the streets, almost blinding him. He blinked a few times and squinted past them, shielding his eyes, and saw on the GPS display above the aisle that they were in the city, miles and miles and miles west of his hometown. Perfect.

The first night had been scary, but being in the city was oddly comforting after a few days. Anywhere you went on the streets, there were people, playing guitars and walking dogs and talking on phones and drinking coffee and jogging. It was noisy, but not in the same way as home. Home was angry and frightening and chaotic, this was... alive. Alive in a sense Roman had only seen in movies and books. It was beautiful.

A sudden shrieking beep yanked him from his thoughts, and he leaped to his feet. What was- the fire alarm. The fire alarm? He spun around and screamed as he saw bright orange leaping from the toaster, licking up Arwen’s arm. He snatched her from the counter and batted her smoking fur against the tile, trying to beat out the flames.

Footsteps thundered from the living room, and Roman barely had time to shove Arwen into his jacket before Dad crashed into the kitchen with a towel. He shoved Roman aside and unplugged the toasted before throwing the towel over it to smother the flames.

Roman stumbled and fell against the wall, curling up into a ball. He gritted his teeth as Dad cursed loudly. He was mad. Roman hated it when Dad was mad, more so when he was mad at him.

He felt a hand on his shoulder pull him to his feet, and he hesitantly looked up to see Dad scowling at him. “What the hell were you doing?!” He barked, his face bright red. “Since when do you just plug things in without asking?!”

“I... I didn’t know it was broken,” Roman mumbled, his gaze dropping to the floor again. “I’m sorry.”

Dad pinched the bridge of his nose with his free hand. “You’re grounded til your fucking Mom gets home. I’ll sort it out with her then.”

A bitter taste rose in the back of his throat, acidic and angry. “What does it matter, anyway? It’s not like you ever let me do anything fun.” He froze as the words left his mouth. He hadn’t actually intended to say them aloud, but they seemed to speak themselves into the thick, smoky air.

There was silence for a beat before Dad growled. “If you’re gonna be a little smartass, you can go down in the basement where I don’t have to hear your bitching.”

Roman’s heart seemed to stutter in his chest, and he jerked away. “No! I don’t want to! It’s dark down there, and I got sick last time!” He clapped a hand over his mouth. Shut up, shut up, shut up, he begged himself. You’re just making it worse!

His feet barely touched the ground as Dad stormed over to the basement door, dragging him along by the hoodie. Roman suddenly remembered Arwen, wrapping his arms around himself so she wasn’t jostled out of his jacket.

Dad opened the door and released his hoodie, glaring at him. “Now.”

Roman shuffled down the stairs, swallowing back tears as he looked around at the cramped, dingy space. Boxes were stacked along the walls, and a ratty couch was dumped in the middle of the room. The cushions were thin and worn, and Roman knew from experience that the wooden frame of the couch dug into anyone unfortunate enough to sit or lie on it.

He jumped as the door slammed shut behind him. He hated it down here, hated it more than anything else in the world. He’d rather be sleeping in the park than be shut up in here. It was dark, and cold, and it smelled like dust and mould and moth balls and old paper.

He pulled Arwen out of his jacket, cuddling her close. “At least I have you,” He mumbled. He buried his face against her stomach again, breathing in the comforting smell that still lingered in her fluffy fur.

He screwed his eyes shut. There had to be something for him to do to escape this nightmare. Think about something else, somewhere else. Anything to get away from here. A cave sprung to life in his mind’s eye. Water dripped from stalactites on the roof, and he shivered, climbing to his feet and wandering through the twisting passages.

He spent what felt like hours exploring the imaginary cave system, climbing and shuffling through the dark, before sunlight nearly blinded him. He emerged out of the mouth of the cave and blinked until his eyes adjusted. A valley was spread out below him, with a wide river cutting through the middle, curving around the bend of the landscape and disappearing from view. Trees blossoming with flowers of every shape and colour carpeted the valley, some bearing large, shiny, colourful fruit.

He wandered through the valley, taking in the sights and smells and sounds. He dipped his feet in the river, watching fish dance through the water, skillfully dodging rocks and currents. He walked through the woods, watching squirrels and rabbits scamper through the undergrowth and duck into tiny hiding places beneath rocks and roots. He climbed trees, watching birds soar through the air, twisting and wheeling up into the sky.

The sun set on the valley, painting it with brilliant reds and golds. The moon rose, bringing stars- brighter than any he’d ever seen, constellations that Virgil had showed him recognizable in the deep black of the night sky. The sun returned, and Roman sat on a patch of grass and watched it cross the blue sky. Sun. Moon. Sun. Moon. The pattern was soothing, a constant as the valley shifted around him, leaves turning crimson and falling from trees, snowflakes fluttering past his face and tickling his nose, flowers blooming between his fingers as he leaned back, warm breezes drifting past him as the sun shone down.

A loud growl from the cave made Roman freeze. The rabbits ducking through the grass nearby scampered off and vanished into the trees. He slowly turned around, looking up the hillside to the mouth of the cave. The valley was deathly still around him, the moon hanging static in the sky. He took a deep breath and got to his feet, then began to climb up the hill.

The creature, whatever it was, growled again as he approached the cave. He stared into the inky blackness, his eyes straining to scan the shadows. “I’m not scared of you,” He whispered aloud. “I can do anything I want to do.”

A sudden wind picked up at his back, a high-pitched howl that made his head throb. He looked over his shoulder to see trees shuddering, smaller plants were ripped out of the ground by the sudden gale. He realised with a sinking sense of horror that the stars were going out, one by one, their comforting, twinkling lights vanishing into thin air.

Please. Please, no. Not here, too.

“I’m not scared of you!” He repeated, his voice hoarse. He wasn’t sure if his eyes were stinging from the wind or tears. “I’m not!”

“.. oman?”

He spun around, eyes flickering frantically over his surroundings, searching for the voice. It almost sounded like Pa-

No. No, if he thought it, then it would be, and he couldn’t stand to see him caught in this maelstrom. Not here in this screaming chaos of wind and rain and fear and panic.

“Roman?” The voice was more panicked now, and he dropped to his knees as he screwed his eyes shut and clapped his hands over his ears. Loud thuds echoed through the valley as trees, tall as skyscrapers, crashed to the ground, tipped by the wind.

The growling was deafening now, and the ground was cold and dark and hard and rough. Everything ached. He bit back a sob as pain shot through his head, sharp as a knife. He curled up into a ball, his arms clamped tight around Arwen.

“Roman?!”

He struggled to lift his head at last, peering into deep black shadows. It lasted only a moment before the world burst into a dazzling white light, hot and blinding and brighter than anything. He cried out, raising a hand to shield his eyes and squinting out at the world.

And then everything stopped.

#TS-Storytime 2019 Submission #milo writes #ditr #gemstone tales #roman sanders #patton sanders #virgil sanders #sanders sides

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sae-bae-ran · 5 years

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Wrapped up in a Blanket of Love

Characters: Saeyoung Choi

Pairings: Saeyoung x MC

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: -

Word Count: 1270

A/N: This one is for my precious sweet pea. Hang in there, sweetie! Better days are coming! <3 Sending lots of hugs and love your way!

Masterlist 📜 || Ko-fi ☕

Gray clouds glow faintly as they roll in, lit by the pale sunlight of the winter sun. Tall trees shiver in the icy wind, mighty roots buried deep in the frozen ground, keeping them still. Their naked branches sway and creak, outstretched toward the sky as if in a quiet prayer to be clothed in white. Empty nests peak through the clusters of twigs, waiting for their inhabitants to come back and fill the air with joyful chirping once again. Where concrete makes way to nature, frosted leaves cover the barren ground with a blanket of colorful memories, soon to be lost in time. It’s like autumn itself has laid out a frozen red carpet for the coldest of seasons to come and purify all that is unclean.

The whole world is still, quiet in its anticipation of the first snow.

Curled up on the couch, you stare through the window. The bleak gray of the outside is the same gray that is inside – inside your home, and inside your heart.

How long has it been since you last saw him? Days, weeks? Perhaps even months? You don’t know. All you know is that once red left your world, all other colors followed suit. It’s not like you wanted them to go, no. You desperately hung onto everything that kept them safely locked in a bubble, driving yourself to emotional exhaustion. It’s okay for the colors to be gone for a while, you realized too late. They will come back. They always do.

Yawning, you stretch out, inviting fresh blood into your arms. Your body reacts to the familiar tingling sensation, begging you to get up and move, but your mind refuses to let it do so, instead choosing to dwell in comfortable numbness. You’ll go out another day, you tell yourself and nod, acknowledging another promise you wish you wouldn’t break. Slowly, you shift in your place, and resting your head on the makeshift pillow of your hands, you sink into the black and white world of your dreams.

* * *

You wake up to the faint clacking sound of keys and the muted thudding noise of fingers hitting them as they dance across a keyboard. There’s something in the air, a once familiar scent that is trying to make its way back into your memories. It reminds you of golden sand, waves laced with sea-foam, laughter, sunshine, and… warmth.

“Did I wake you up, honey?”

Heart fluttering, you rub the sleep off your eyes as you sit up, folding your legs under. Eyes wide, you reach out to touch him, to confirm he’s here, but your fingers stop once they’re close to his skin, hesitant to break the spell that brought him to your place.

“It’s okay.” Saeyoung leans toward your hand, closing his eyes as his cheek fills the space of your palm perfectly. “It’s me. I’m here.”

His skin is warm to the touch, the feeling of it on your own tugging at long-forgotten strings in your heart, setting them ablaze. Red slowly comes back to your world, bringing with it the golden color of his eyes as they stare at you with endless adoration.

“You’re-“ You choke back a sob as you inch closer to him. “You’re here.”

You throw your arms around his neck and he immediately responds, pulling you closer to his body.

“I missed you, MC,“ he whispers into your hair. “I missed you so much.”

In the shared space between you there’s no place for gray. It’s a place for the orange that comes with the warmth of two souls that have found each other in the infinite chaos of the cosmos. It’s a place for the pink that comes with the comfort of two hearts that belong together, bound to love and be loved in return for eternity. It’s a place for the blue of your breaths that mingle together, joining you for a lifetime in this world until what lies beyond takes its place. It’s a place for green, the fresh green that comes with each new day in each other’s embrace. It’s a place for pure white – the clarity that comes when you’re together.

“How is Saeran?”

Saeyoung sighs as he pulls away slightly, just enough to be able to look at you. “Better. Much better. Still prefers to stay in his room, but every once in a while he comes out on his own to water my plants.”

“That’s good,” you chuckle. “Someone has to take care of them, you know?”

“Oh, come on,” he laughs as he playfully pinches your nose, “God7 is good at other things, you know?”

“Like what?”

“Like saving the world, petting cats, eating chips, and,” he pauses, biting his lower lip as he grabs both of your wrists with just one of his hands, “this!”

Before you know it, his free hand is on your side, tickling you mercilessly. Laughter builds up within you, but as much as you try to suppress it, it bursts out once Saeyoung buries his face in your tummy, pretending to eat it.

“Mwahahaha! No one can resist the true power of the cutest fairy that has ever roamed this world!” His fingers run along your skin, relentlessly attacking your weak spots, leaving you breathless as you try to find a way to turn this into a fair fight. “Tell me, pretty lady, do you yield to the power of the mighty Sevenny?”

Realizing your efforts are in vain, you nod. “I do, I do!” Your words come out in between giggles, red dusting your cheeks, giving them some much-needed color.

“Then you deserve a reward.”

All you are aware of in the next moment is the place where his lips meet yours, connecting your bodies and souls. Your heart starts pounding in your chest, heat rising up your neck to meet the red already on your cheeks. His hand rests below your ear, his thumb caressing your cheek, adding fuel to the fire already raging there. All that is him floods your senses as his lips move against yours, slowly, softly, comforting you in a way that only Saeyoung knows of.

You pull away to take a breath in, the need for air winning over the need to stay connected to the man you love. In this moment of silence, his eyes hold every word you need to hear.

“Oh,” Saeyoung suddenly exclaims as he remembers something. “I brought you a gift.”

He leaves the room for a moment too long, only to come back with a neatly folded red fabric, a giant white ribbon on it.

“Since winter is here and the days are getting colder,” he starts off hesitantly, taking a gulp of air to steady himself, “I thought it’d be nice to get a blanket to keep us warm.”

His last words are spoken in a low, soft voice as his cheeks are suddenly kissed pink. Despite this, he doesn’t look away, his eyes fixed on you with quiet determination while he waits for your response.

He was right, you think to yourself. There’s nothing you can do in the face of the overwhelming power of God7, so you simply surrender.

“Thank you, Saeyoung.”

The way you say his name makes his mind go blank and his breathing stop for a second. With a nod, he snuggles closer to you, wrapping the blanket, and his arm, around your shoulders. Once he has settled himself on the couch, you grab his free hand and lace your fingers with his, breathing out a long sigh of contentment as your foreheads touch.

Light snow begins to fall.

#mystic messenger #mysme #saeyoung choi #saeyoung x reader #saeyoung x mc #luciel choi #707 #mysme fanfic #fluff #sweet pea

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wiiild-card · 6 years

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Andalusian Paradise

Subtitle: A Persian Prince. Genre: Historical Romance / Alternate Universe Fandom: Magi Pairing: (Main) SinJa (Sinbad x Ja’far) Might have other ships in the mix in other stories. Rating: Ranges from R15 to R18. Type of fanfic: Anthology. This is read as it would be windows into different view points in time, never the same but always the same storyline. Read it, as you will, as if it was apart of the 1,001 Nights (which actually emerged in this period of time it is set in.) Word count: 3,517 words Character count: 19,485

MAJOR WARNING: This IS set in a past time period, mentions of slavery will be in this! Sinbad himself is shown not a fan of slavery in the show, and keeping with this,he finds it distasteful in the fanfic (and as a result, all of the servants he has are paid for their work) but slavery was standard for most of the world at one point. It is a historical fact and I am not anything but true to my sources. There are also hints of possible sexual assault and mentions of kidnapping. You HAVE been warned.

Also I will be using historically accurate names for some places, so if you are confused you can research them on Google!

Base Summary: Set during the time of the Córdoba caliphate, when Muslims ruled most of Spain and Portugal. Sinbad is the caliph of Córdoba, and spends his days tending to the needs of his people in a rich paradise that allows for trade to flourish, and encouraging intellectual thoughts and educational deeds; but his nights are spent in a haze of passion and never ending love with someone no one expects or thinks.

And its none other than his grand vizier, Ja’far.

Chapter Summary: Early Spring always brought the yearly procession of gifts and tributes from those Sinbad ruled over, those who respected him, and those who feared him; normally, this was boring. But today, a prince from a far away land and a dear friend’s child would change all that.

Córdoba was a riot of color in the early spring.

The screeching of birds reached Sinbad in his rooms, which opened up to a garden where flowers of every kind in the known world grew, but was mainly inhabited by orange trees, their blossoms newly opened. The sound of song birds was something that always awoke him early in the mornings, and the scent of orange blossoms was the first thing he would smell.....

.... if he didn’t have an armful of Ja’far in his bed. Head firmly under Sinbad’s chin, his fluffy white-blond hair gave off the scent of Persian roses, delicious in his sleepy delirium. Sinbad held him tighter, squeezing his eyes shut against the sun seeping through the silk draperies and just enjoying the coolness of the air on his skin and the warmth of the man in his arms.

He was never disturbed this early in the morning, since it was known his vizier woke him when needed - but it wasn’t known that their rooms connected to each other, and that they always spent nights together.

Sinbad savored the reverie of the early morning, knowing soon Ja’far would stir and get him started on his day. The sun normally woke him - the rays touching his cheek, warmth waking him from the land of Morpheus, known as the Greek god of dreams and sleep.

“Mmmph.” and he woke, his eyes opening and stunning Sinbad with their beauty. Ja’far had the coloring of people far north of his warm, subtropical home, and it always surprised Sinbad with how pretty he was. But he was also extremely smart.

“Morning, my love.” Sinbad tipped Ja’far’s head up, placing a soft kiss on his lips. He sighed softly, kissing back with warmth and sleepy affection, arms unintentionally slipping up around his lover’s neck and pulling him close, much to Sinbad’s delight. A sleepy Ja’far was an extremely affectionate Ja’far, something that Sinbad absolutely adored - no reservations, tossing all the caution he could out the window.

“G’morning.” he yawned when he pulled away from the kiss. “’s sunrise, isn’t it?” Ja’far was struggling to blink the sleep from his eyes, to wake up more fully. The sunlight was shining more brightly through the curtains, casting jewel colors across the white and black marble of the room; and upon the thick carpets that covered parts of the floors. The room was large, bronze, gold and silver lamps hanging high and low on the ceilings, some with scented oil and others without. But now they were burning low flames or completely unlit, since they had forgotten it when they had fallen into slumber the night before.

“You’re adorable when you’re sleepy.” he laughed when Ja’far had squirmed out of his grasp and smacked him with a silk pillow, the silken covers falling off his lean body and revealing it to the morning air.

“If you were awake before me, you should have woken me up.” he glared at Sinbad. Ah, there was the Ja’far he knew and adored.

“Mmmmm only a few moments before you, darling. I was enjoying you sleeping far too much.” there was a twinkle in his amber eyes, and Ja’far melted, realizing he couldn’t be angry at this wonderful man.

“You’re lucky there’s not much to do today. Gifts from neighboring lands and beyond is the only thing on the schedule.” Ja’far had swung his legs over the edge of the bed, stretching his body free of the rest of his nights rest. Sinbad was leaning on his arm, tracing the lines of his lover’s body before he got up totally, picking up his caftan from the floor and the loose pants that went with them. Made of emerald green silk, they were woven with shots of gold through them, and they fit Ja’far’s form perfectly.

“Get up and get in the baths, my caliph.” he turned around a spot of humor in his eyes, but is face dead serious. “Don’t want to keep them waiting,hm?”

Sinbad laughed. “Yes my most dutiful vizier. But at a cost.” Moving swiftly from his laying position, grabbing his wrist and pulling him close. The breath left Ja’far for a brief time as he was held against Sinbad, and kissed so thoroughly that he felt like the air was suspended in his body.

Pulling away, Sinbad noticed that there was a soft, dreamy look in the smaller man’s eyes, and he grinned.

“Now, I’ll let you go.” There was a purr to Sin’s voice, and obvious pleasure in his aura over the warmth that suffused Ja’far’s body at that moment.

Huffing, Ja’far scuttled away, to quickly find the clothing Sinbad would wear that day. Ja’far had taken on the duties of a servant as well, so nothing would disturb their early morning schedule; a body servant would gossip about it. No one knew that Sinbad didn’t have one, and Ja’far was glad to keep it that way. The baths Sinbad used were connected to his suite of rooms within al-Rusafa, and most didn’t see him until after he was dressed.

Ja’far had stepped into the steamy interior of his and Sinbad’s private bath, the tiles warm to his bare feet and the steam hitting him even before he actually came in. Tiled in blue and white, there were frescoes in the Roman style of various landscapes and flowers, mainly in gold or brilliant turquoise.

Here there was glass - either stained or clear, looking over the garden that was the center of the caliph’s part of the palace, the deep pool in the middle of it reflecting sunlight into the bathing room.

“Please tell me you’re not lazing about.” Ja’far had hurried to an enclave in the wall, hands going to various soaps and oils to cleanse himself quickly with warm, running water and to rid some of his muscles of ache. A warm laugh was the response Ja’far got.

“I’m clean, I’m clean, find me in the bathing pool when you’re done. I’ll relax a little before I start my hectic day.” Ja’far had peered over and found that Sinbad had wrapped his long hair up and out of the water, so it wouldn’t go all over the place.

With one more warm water rinse, Ja’far had stepped out, and he walked over to the warm water pool Sinbad was currently relaxing in.

“Come now, Sin, you need to get o-” he was cut off by Sinbad pulling him in, an ungraceful splash echoing around the room.

Ja’far sputtered his anger, coming up out of the water with a look of an outraged kitten. “Sinbad!” he growled, and the older man grinned.

“I thought you’d need a soak, especially after last night.” he grinned at Ja’far’s blush - and it had nothing to do with the warmth of the chamber.

“Get out, you ass.” Ja’far muttered, trying and failing to not give him any satisfaction in his embarrassed state. He was the only person that ever spoke to Sinbad in that manner - well, in private at least.

It was some time before Sinbad was able to make his appearance in the morning, Ja’far huffing and making sure there wasn’t a thread or spot of silk out of place; rich Byzantine purple colored robes with accents of brilliant gold, hints of dark red and some green complimented the costume he favored.

Preceding him outside (and leaving from the door in his chambers instead of Sinbad’s), Ja’far had waved everyone away so Sinbad could actually leave his chambers. He stifled a grin at how prim and proper he became outside of their chambers - but what did he expect?

Sinbad caught sight of a large crowd gathering outside the palace through the windows, and he internally wondered what would happen today. Not only was he to receive dignitaries from various nations, there were court cases high enough for him to hear as well, and other state matters. He was concerned for the welfare of his people after all, and the best way to help them was to be personally involved in all government goings on. He wasn’t a lazy ruler as a law, since many countries had been ruined by those who cared not for their people.

“My lord?” Ja’far asked quietly, and Sinbad was briefly woken from his daydreams.

“Ah, I am sorry. I just noticed.... there are many common people among the crowd today. Normally only a few and beggars are the norm....”

“There’s something important today. A court case against a man named Jamil.... according to what I’ve read, he was the reason for a string of women going missing only to turn up in markets far to the east of here. He was caught kidnapping a sixteen year old maiden from her father’s garden after posing as a guard for him. As many as twenty five women went missing over a three month period.”

Sinbad frowned. “Why wasn’t I told of this?”

“It was only brought to light recently, your grace.” Ja’far murmured. “Unfortunately there isn’t a way to track the women involved.... and they were taken from all sorts of homes, not just the wealthy, and girls as young as thirteen were taken too.”

“If he had any other people involved, find a way to get the information out of them. We can’t find all of them, but maybe we can buy back any that were’t sold yet.” His voice was hard. “He won’t escape with his life, since he destroyed so many others.” Sinbad was angry something like this happened in the country he ruled over.

It wasn’t long before dignitary after dignitary was presented, and Sinbad lost count of the things shown before him.... and it was a dazed blur, with automatic responses from his lips. Ja’far could tell his energetic lord was getting bored with just sitting there after things were presented to him. Sitting cross legged on a dais strewn with cushions and rugs, he imposed a magnificent presence in the room, which was larger than most see in their life time; and it was dim since there were few windows, one circular one above where Sinbad sat, but the rest of the room was lit by lamps either hanging or standing everywhere.

It wasn’t until he caught a gleam of honey blond hair he was interested. The next person had a familiar look about him, almost as if he had seen him somewhere before.

And Sinbad realized it.

“Prince Alibaba of Baghdad, son of their most gracious ruler, Caliph Harun al-Rashid.” Known as simply Rashid to Sinbad (since he had met him under an alias when traveling in the Byzantine Empire), he had always talked volumes about his youngest son, but he never expected to meet the boy in person. His features were striking - Sinbad had only ever met Rashid, never any of the ladies from his harem, obviously, as it was a violation of conduct.

The young man had kneeled down on the floor before Sinbad’s dais, head down in a polite gesture of greeting. Behind him were various gifts from Baghdad, less of a tribute and more of a gift from one friend to another. He smiled, realizing he preferred these things the most over the rest.

“I bring you my father’s regards, my lord. He would have come himself but his health hasn’t been the best as of late.” he looked up with shimmering eyes, nervousness showing through.

“Son of one of my dear friends, I welcome you to Córdoba.” he smiled with a genuine warm welcome, his hand waving for him to come closer than the others had. He was definitely Rashid’s child, though much prettier. He looked no older than seventeen, and his voice had the crack of a youth just becoming a man. He seemed stiff, almost nervous, a flush on his sun-darkened cheeks.

“You’re the last of them, eh?” Sinbad said as he motioned for Alibaba to sit next to the platform where he himself sat, a cushion softening the marble steps.

“I’m sorry, my lord, we had some - er. Issues and needed to fix them.” he looked embarrassed. “We got here late since some of the horses got spooked and ran off.”

“No worries, no worries, tell me of your father, is he very ill?” there was concern in his voice, but not showing anywhere else. The slightest sign of distress on his face wouldn’t be very majestic.

“Last I remember, it was a faint illness and should be gone by now, but he wasn’t feeling well enough to depart with us.” Alibaba responded politely. He was very stiff, feeling like he was out of place next to his father’s friend, whom he had only heard of through Rashid’s stories of Sinbad’s adventures in Baghdad and Persia. Sinbad had been the son of a younger son, and it was an accident of fate that placed him as the caliph of Al-Andalus, and as such he had traveled far and wide throughout the Persian empire and and traveled as far as Cathay; as such, he was tinged with a sort of apprehension.

Sinbad smiled. “I’m relieved that it is nothing serious, your highness. Rashid is rather important to me and the caliphate at large, since he’s helped bring so much peace between the warring fractions of his land, and helping trade flourish. I assume he sent you to learn from me, since learning different forms of ruling from different people is best, I have found.” Rashid had often wrote of how he planned on making Alibaba the ruler of his land verses the corrupt, spoiled sons his first wife gave him. He tried sending his first two sons to learn, but... their stays were gratefully short.

“Your grace?” Ja’far murmured. “Court hearings are happening now. We only have three cases to judge and ah....”

“That one is first.” he finished Ja’far’s sentence. His smile grew hard, sharper than a blade of Damascus steel. “You’ll get to witness something interesting today.”

“Bring the accused in for judgement.”

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Sunset had descended upon Córdoba that night, bringing a blanket of stars over the city - but no one slept, as evidenced by the sounds of merriment throughout the buildings.

The palace itself was awash with brightly colored lanterns, colors scattering in a rainbow across walls and floors, music winding through the corridors of the public parts.

Alibaba was out of place among it all. Though raised in the palace back home, until his mother died not long ago, he had lived rather simply - almost in a military fashion as to not spoil him like his older brothers were by their own mother. Raised to be loyal only to his father, and none of the court fractions, he was rather lonely for his age with no friends back home.

Maybe that’s why he wanted to leave - to see if he could find things in the world before he had to go back. Andalusia was a sight to behold, and even though his home had gardens that were beyond lovely, he had to admit that there was some flora he didn’t recognize here in the gardens of al-Rusafa.

“You’re deep in thought.” Sinbad’s voice startled Alibaba out of his thoughts, and he twirled around with a rose color staining his tanned skin.

“N-not really. I’m just.... Overwhelmed is all.” Alibaba cast his eyes somewhere else.

“You haven’t been far from home before, have you? Homesick, perchance?” Sinbad had sat across from where Alibaba was, to have a friendly conversation with the boy. As a friend of his father’s (and despite how near in age they were - Sinbad only being twenty eight to Alibaba’s seventeen) Sinbad almost took it upon himself to be a father or uncle figure to him. Sinbad was normally conscious of his age, but not in this instance.

It seemed like Alibaba needed someone.

“Not homesick.... Maybe if my mother was home. The only thing I miss is my father. I don’t have any friends my age and - I’m terribly sorry I shouldn’t be bothering you with this.....”

“Nonsense. I extend my friendship to you as well, not just your father who is one of my dearest friends.” He had a charming, disarming smile on his face, one that bespoke nothing but the utmost respect for Alibaba. It was surprising, since not many interacted with him on a personal level aside from Rashid.

He was a little startled by it too. “Thank you.” his voice was soft, almost too soft for anyone to hear. He was glad for the gradual darkening of the garden that forced them inside, though away from others so they could keep a form of privacy while they spoke. Alibaba was surprised by how easy Sinbad was with people, considering he was a ruler after all, but it calmed Alibaba’s fears and notions of him causing problems. He explained all the things that had gone on in his life; his mother’s forced exile for them both - and his lack of charisma where people were involved.

“The letter your father wrote me asked to keep you here for a year. I’ll take it your education hasn’t been too diverse in some topics due to your mother, however I am startled you can speak Romance* and understand how we all speak.”

“I learned from the letters you and my father exchanged after my mother died and I started living near him.” he surprised Sinbad with that sentence. “I could pick together what I could and started writing it myself.... and well, my father picked my lessons up from there. I was worried my speech is too formal... And it was the only lessons I got besides court etiquette and sword fighting.”

“A little, but you’re doing wonderfully. You’re in a wonderful place for learning. You speak Arabic so soon we’ll start you in on poetry and prose, history and science.”

Ja’far had come up behind them while they spoke, and he smiled. He hadn’t seen Sinbad this excited in a while (about a project, to say the least) so he was more than happy to help in the coming days. And he would admit, he had a soft spot for the young boy who was opening up to Sinbad.

“My lord?” his tone was soft. Sinbad had been so caught up in speaking with the prince that he had failed to notice the quarter moon rising in the sky, and the eventual toning down of music, sounds of merriment and people.

“It’s rather late, and I think lord Alibaba is rather tired....”

“Ah, forgive me my friend, sometimes I forget not everyone has my energy. Some nights I might not sleep but a few hours.” he smiled. “Your rooms should be ready by now, and if you ever need anything....”

“I’ll be alright.” his tone was less formal now, and warm. “I think I just need a good nights sleep.”

“I’ll escort him to his rooms, unless you want me to...” Ja’far asked.

“No, no, I would be a poor ruler if I couldn’t make it back to my own rooms, Ja’far. Goodnight, and I’ll see you shortly after midmorning tomorrow.” he smiled, seeing Ja’far’s back disappear into the dim corridor with Alibaba, and he heard their own soft laughter.

It had been a while since a visitor had caused this much stir - he could see Rashid’s hand in pushing them together. Sinbad was a person that could easily educate Alibaba in the known world - his hands extended throughout the Iberian Peninsula, and North Africa gave their allegiance to them. Even Christian kings sent rich and varied gifts to the capital city of Andalusia. His friend was still far too busy between the west and the east, and Sinbad was more than glad to help.

Wandering the palace, he found his own way back to his rooms, guards stationed outside them - both from his personal guard, who came from the far Nordic regions of Europe, strong and sure in their loyalty to him.

“Goodnight, my lord, pleasant dreams.” they both nodded and opened up the rooms for him, and he smiled.

“Goodnight.” Sinbad had stepped into his rooms, bright up with lights and candles all around.

Somehow, he knew Ja’far had come in before him - he could be quick when he wanted to.

“Sin.” came the soft, warm tone, and he laughed when a pair of arms wrapped around his waist. Hands quickly undid the layers of robes that covered Sinbad’s form, fingers eager for warmth and skin to skin contact - since Sinbad noticed that Ja’far was already unclothed.

“If anyone knew how eager you really were....” Sinbad had turned around and wrapped his arms firmly around his lover, delighted by the fact that his lips were soft and willing for his own.

Outside the night was warm, and had a form of heady enchantment around it - encouraging sensual delights and other forms of love.

Darkness enfolded it all in a peaceful embrace, the stars twinkling above.

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Authors Note: “Romance” is the term for the form of Latin used by the people of Muslim Spain - there is no actual term for it, but most scholars have used this as the blanket term, since Romance means “in the Roman way” and is the base for the term “Romantic language” - aka, a Latin based language.

Also, Jamil will get his own chapter! I promise.

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You Need A Maid? Prologue

Fandom: Avengers / Marvel Rating: PG13 Warnings: Swearing Disclaimer: I don’t own Marvel, blah legal stuff. Don't sue me, I'm poor. Songs: I’m In Love With My Life - PHASES

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Six months ago the Avengers had finally decided enough was enough. "The bots did it *again* Tony." Steve held up the shredded leftovers of what was once his boxers. "Maybe they're encouraging you to go commando." Tony hid a sly smile behind his coffee mug, eyeing the smirk he had earned from Natasha.

"Steve has a point, Tony. They've destroyed more things than they've cleaned since you made them," Sam piped in, eager to make this the final conversation about the damn mechanical disasters. "I think it's time to replace them." Rolling his eyes and huffing into his coffee, Tony offered no response.

Making his way to Tony in all of three steps, Bucky grabbed the mug crushing it in his metal grip, lukewarm coffee spilling over both of them. "If you don't get rid of the bots, I will." Throwing up his arms in mock surrender Tony asked, "How do you want me to fix it?" The others shrugged, leaving his workroom. "Figure it out, Stark."

Sitting in your favourite ugly nightgown you surfed the internet looking for new employment. You had just quit your dead-end job as a debt collector, fed up with being screamed at on the phone and bosses that didn't give a flying fuck about your well being. Flipping through page after page of listings you started to feel discouraged and slightly panicked. "Fuck, fuck, fuck. Maybe I shouldn't have left Alpha after all." You muttered, clicking the next button. Your eyes scanned over listings. "Nurse, no degree. Phlebotomist, too much blood. Burger flipper. Augh!" Throwing your hands up in exasperation you turned away from the computer, almost spilling soda in the process.

Your hands wandered up to your temples, attempting to rub the stress away. "One more try. Just one more page, and that's it for the night." You tried to psych yourself up, slowly turning back into the blue light of the screen. Clicking the next button your eyes scanned the page, unable to avoid the large bold print three listings down. It read, NEEDED: HOUSEHOLD MANAGER. Mostly out of sheer curiosity you clicked the link and read the description.

''Stark Industries are currently seeking an Upstate New York House Manager who will be responsible for house maintenance, and act as a personal assistant when needed.”

You raised an eyebrow at the idea, reading on. "Cleaning? Cooking?" You rolled away from your desk with a snort. They were looking for a glorified maid. You could do that! Returning to your desk you scrolled further down, looking for more information, a location perhaps. Finding none you wrinkled your nose, wondering if it was a scam. "Oh [Y/N] what do you have to lose?" You loaded your resume and clicked send, crossing your fingers.

Moping around your apartment in the same Cheetos-stained nightgown you found yourself in a desperate situation. You had spent the last three days sending your resume to every job that could at least pay the rent. Even the burger joint had joined the prospects at this point. Head aching with worry you had retreated away from the computer, swearing to stay off of it for the day. You couldn't bear looking at any more job listings. They would be there tomorrow, and so would you. Making a nest out of pillows and blankets on your bed you settled in, prepared to get lost in Tumblr. You flicked on some music and started to get lost in cat pictures and memes.

Suddenly, your phone vibrated, the screen changing to the white and green of the incoming call screen. Startled you stared at it in your palm for a moment. *This could be a job finally.* Taking a deep breath you hit the green button.

"Hello?"

"Hello, is this [Y/N] [L/N]?" The voice was crisp and professional. Something sounded slightly mechanical about it, though.

"Yes, this is her." You replied, trying to hide the shakiness in your voice.

Was this what you had been waiting for?

"We at Stark Industries have received your application for employment, and would like to offer you an interview."

It took all of your strength not to burst into joy on the spot. Holding your composure you responded, working out the details.

The other end clicked to silence and your phone returned to the cat picture you had been laughing over before the call. You had an appointment tomorrow afternoon. Hanging up, your phone immediately returned to your music, picking up where it had left off. With your mood lifted, you pulled yourself out of bed half jumping and half dancing around your room.

Come and lose yourself a little while

Take a chance and let your body move

Feeling good ain't going out of style

All right, all night

I'm in love with my

I'm in love with my life

As your car turned onto the dirt driveway you checked the GPS on your dash, fumbling with the screen. There had to be some mistake, there was no way this was the address. This wasn't even a house. Rolling your car to a stop you gawked at the facility in front of you. Were those planes? You shook your head in disbelief, checking the address one last time. It was right, this was the place. With a heavy sigh you gathered your things and got out of your car, hopes still high. Maybe this was just their office?

"Hey! Watch out!" A voice called from the sky. You looked up, eyes squinting in the sun, to see what looked like a less than graceful angel plummeting straight towards you. With a yelp you leapt out of the way, landing in a heap on the lawn. The figure landed next to you, somehow on his feet. "Sorry about that." You looked up, jaw dropping at the sight. The man stood above you, metal wings strapped to his back, looking as if this was an everyday, natural occurrence. Wings? Fucking wings? He chuckled retracting them and offered to help you up, you took the offer and was once again upright. "I'm Sam." He offered you a hand, but you were still too dazed to realize he intended for you to shake it. "I-I'm here for an interview." You stutter out, unable to think of anything else to say. "Tony Stark." He kinked an eyebrow in interest. Stark hadn't mentioned anything about interviews. Regardless, he smiled down at you and nodded. "Sure, let me show you inside."

Nervously you followed Sam. Pushing the reinforced doors open you were greeted with the inside of a home. You stood in the foyer, surprised. Before you had time to shake out of your stupor, Tony Stark came sauntering into the room in quite a jovial mood. "Ah, you're here!" He looked down at his watch, a watch that was probably more expensive than the makings of your entire apartment. "On time too, that's good! Come on, come on." He waved you inside, clasping a strong hand on your shoulder and leading you to the living room. Strange place for an interview.

Tony steered you to stand in front of him, almost like a human shield, in front of the television. In front of you, a redheaded woman looked on with a man next to her. You glanced at him. You glanced at him again, almost jerking your neck in the process, certain you had seen wrong. Was that a metal arm? Yes, it was a metal arm. You had seen right the first time.

"Get out of the way Stark." Grumbled metal man, motioning towards you with the remote. Briefly, you made eye contact and you wondered if he caught you staring at his arm. Not wanting a real answer to your question you looked away. Oh! What a nice carpet.

"This is [Y/N] our new household manager."

"What?" Another person entered the room, from a hallway to the left. You glanced up, just enough to see the form of a very muscular, blonde male.

"You told me to fix the MaidBot problem and I did." Tony sounded pleased with himself, having solved a problem and now looking to collect his praise.

"This is not what we meant." The blonde spoke again, crossing his arms over his chest. Oh, this was not good. You should have gotten back into your car when bird man almost took you out.

"What? It's a perfect solution! I mean, she isn't what I'd have pictured for a maid."

"Kind of plain," metal man grunted. Oh, you wanted to just die on the spot. This was a sick joke, it had to be.

The woman, who's gaze had been boring a hole through you, spoke up. "Doesn't mean anything. She'd fit into my line of work perfectly. Blend right in." You shifted uncomfortably in your heels. She shrugged and continued,"You couldn't have hired internally Tony? Someone we already knew, someone safe?"

Tony laughed and walked out from behind you, leaving you to stand awkwardly with the TV lights flicking in the background. "I've already run all the necessary background checks. She's never even gotten a parking ticket. Clean social media. Doesn't Instagram her food. I respect that."

"Tony." The blonde sounded stern, issuing a warning. That was it. If this was a joke it had gone on long enough and you just wanted to go home, crawl back into bed, and die. "Do you have any interview questions for me, or is this a personal critique," you snapped. The room grew quiet and with every passing second you could feel your face grow hotter, the blush seeping in.

Suddenly there was a laugh, Sam standing in the entryway to the kitchen, a bottle of orange juice in hand. "She's spunky. I like her. Plus who else will wash Steve's delicates?" Tony clapped his hands together and smiled. "It's decided then. So, let's talk about living accommodations."

"I got the job?" You murmured, staring wide-eyed in shock.

#avengers fanfiction #fanfiction #reader x avengers #avengers #winter-soldier-writer #you need a maid?#steve rogers #captain america #bucky barnes #the winter soldier #natasha romanoff #black widow #tony stark #iron man #sam wilson #the falcon

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Snipe Hunting

Summary: Donna goes on a hunt with Dean. Dean has ulterior motives.

Author: (A)HumanFemale

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Donna Hanscum

Warnings: None

Chapter One: Cursed Objects

“So, explain to me again what I'm doing here?” Donna asked as he parked Baby off the side of the road, hoping to get as close to his previous tire tracks as possible so Donna didn’t notice them.

“Cursed object,” Dean answered, killing the engine and pocketing his keys. “We’re going to hunt for it.”

“And Sam didn't want to come?”

“Sam wouldn't be able to do anything,” he replied as he reached for the door handle, “It's got a certain set of requirements.”

She swallowed and followed him out of the car. “I don't like the sound of that one bit. It sounds like you’re going to throw me into a volcano.”

“No volcanos, I promise. It just has a thing for hot blondes.”

She balked, leaning against the side of the car. “What? That’s it?”

“Yup. I wouldn’t be able to see it - that’s why I need you.”

“I thought you needed me because you had a thing for hot blondes,” she teased, stepping close. Dean grabbed the hem of the sweatshirt he’d loaned her for the hunt and pulled her close, stealing a quick kiss. Her wavy hair was loose and his fingers itched to run through it.

“I have a thing for one hot blonde. Especially in those tight jeans and my shirt,” he answered and Donna’s skin flushed, from the tips of her ears to her toes. He had long since memorized everywhere that blush would have shown up but that didn’t mean he didn’t want to rediscover it at the earliest opportunity. Maybe once this was over, if everything went like he wanted it to.

Winding up with Donna had been hard going - it turned out the two of them never did anything easily. It was a lot of wasted time, agonizing over who didn’t deserve who and who deserved a normal life without the other one in it. Dean was an emotional trainwreck and Donna was a burned divorcee not really looking to repeat the experience. But God, when he touched her. When he touched her none of that mattered because she was so goddamn gorgeous and happy and she made him feel like all the nasty shit that’s happened to him the last few years didn’t matter as much as he thought it did.

In the end, Donna drew her line in the sand. She was going to love him whether he liked it or not, was going to want him no matter what he thought of himself, and he could either get on board or learn to keep his hands to himself.

Getting on board was the smartest decision he’d ever made.

“Aren’t you going to open the trunk?” Donna asked him once he stepped away and headed to the mouth of the forest a few feet away.

“No, why?”

“We’re not taking a weapon?”

“We don’t need one,” he answered and saw the reluctance on her face. He sighed, turning back to her. “Donna, would you feel better with a weapon?”

She nodded enthusiastically. “Yes.”

“Alright,” he said, opening Baby’s trunk. He didn’t want to argue or she’d figure it out. He watched her eyes glance over her options, lingering just a little too long on the grenade launcher. Barely suppressing a grin, he nodded in approval when she picked an old wooden baseball bat.

“Good choice,” he told her, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “Don’t hit me with it.”

She winked up at him. “Don’t sass me and I won’t have to.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

They took off at a leisurely pace as they worked their way into the forest, following the path for the moment. The sun was setting behind them, throwing golden light over everything around them. Fall was in full swing, letting a chill loose in the air that had him pulling his coat a little tighter around his shoulders. He was suddenly happy he’d insisted on Donna bundling up before they’d left. And If she happened to be warmer in one of his sweatshirts, so be it. He had a possessive streak that reveled in the visual reminder that she was his.

After a few minutes, they veered from the path. Dean had mapped their course out almost exactly, telling her that he had an idea where the object was hidden but needed her help finding it once they got there.

Donna swung her leg over a fallen tree. “Is there some reason we have to do this now? It’s getting dark.”

“Witching hour,” Dean said by way of explanation.

“Isn’t that the middle of the night?”

“Not for this witch.”

She shot him a skeptical glance. “If you say so.”

Donna was too trusting of him, Dean decided with a half smile. If they ever had to tangle with a shifter again she was toast. He trudged through the woods, ever so slightly behind her. The leaves had finally turned colors and hit the ground, making a carpet on the forest floor in varying shades of red and gold. Perfectly as planned, if a bit late. Fall had taken for-frigging-ever to get there, meaning he’d had to put off this hunt way longer than he’d originally planned.

“So, how’s work?” he asked as they walked. “That new deputy still giving you hell?”

“Nah, I’ve just about got him under control,” she answered, swinging the baseball bat distractedly at her side. “He’s just gotta make peace with the fact that I’m the head ‘B’ in charge.”

Dean laughed. “I feel like a head ‘B’ in charge would actually say the word.”

“Not this one.” She bumped his shoulder with her own. “Don’t make fun of me. It’s not my fault I never had a rebellious stage.”

“Says the woman trouncing through the woods with a felon and a baseball bat.”

She stepped out in front of him, swinging the bat up to rest on her shoulder. “You worried, handsome?”

“Of you with a weapon? Every damn day. I’ve seen the way you look at my grenade launcher.”

“It’s the exactly same way I look at you,” she told him, standing on the tips of her toes to press a kiss to his chin. “Like I can’t wait to get my hands on it.”

She was making it very difficult to stay on task.

“Come on,” he said, turning her shoulders back around setting her walking again. “I’ll be happy to discuss that further once we’ve taken care of this.”

“Funsucker,” she teased but let herself be guided.

His spot came up earlier than he was expecting. He'd barely gotten the nerve to go through with it, but now Donna was looking straight ahead and gripping the bat a little harder, until her knuckles turned white.

“Dean?” she asked over her shoulder. “Are you seeing what I'm seeing?”

“What?” he replied, playing dumb.

“The tree.”

“What about it?”

“It's glowing.”

“Huh,” he deadpanned. “I told you only a hot blonde could see it.”

Donna stepped forward, bringing the bat up. The hole in the wide oak tree was lit up from the inside, resulting in the glow Donna noticed. Dean had accomplished it by lining the space with little LED candles he found at the dollar store but she didn't know that. She thought it was magic and treated it like a hunter would - a potential threat. It made him proud to see her suspicion. Only an idiot with a death wish would go rooting around in a tree for a cursed object without a second thought. But his Donna was smart and tough, so she might end up smashing it to bits before she ever realized what it was.

“Is it going to give me boils if I touch it?” she asked, doing her best to get an eye on it from afar.

“Not that I know of,” he answered, shoving his hands in his pockets. “See if you can grab it.”

Dean rocked back on his heels, nerves getting the best of him while he watched her approach the object. The sun continued to lower itself toward the horizon as she picked up a scrap of lacy white fabric - part of a tablecloth he’d liberated from storage in the bunker. Her fingers brushed the object under the cloth and his blood pressure hit the roof. God, what had given him this stupid idea? Why hadn’t Sam and Jody stopped him? They sucked. They were getting a piece of his mind when he got back.

“It’s some kind of box,” she said and he could hear the confusion in her voice. Her grip on the bat tightened again. He suspected that she’d knock the box into space if it so much as rattled at her. “Should I open it?”

Jesus. Fear clawed at him until he felt like he was going to collapse on the forest floor.

“Yeah,” he answered. “Go for it.”

Some part of him receded to the back corner of his mind while she took the box out of the tree and opened it, the silver ring glinting in what was left of the sunlight. Ever the hunter, she noticed the runes engraved into the outside first. Trying to place them as something nasty she’d tangled with already. She took the ring out, turning it around in the light.

“Is this the cursed thingy?” she asked, holding it out for him to examine it. Finally, her eyes caught the engraving on the inside.

Always. Dean.

“That’s it,” he confirmed as her jaw fell open, eyes the color of hot coffee darting to meet his.

“This is…” She swallowed hard, still holding the ring between her fingers. “This is a fake hunt, isn’t it?”

Dean balked. “What?”

“You took me snipe hunting!” she cried indignantly marching over to demand an explanation.

“I-I’m sorry,” he stammered. God, this was going down in flames right in front of his eyes. This was his punishment for trying to be romantic. He should have known not to venture from his comfort zone.

“And I fell for it!” she marveled. “Like an idiot teenager with a crush, I just let you drag me out here.”

He could see her starting to panic, her eyes giving him a window straight into her rioting mind. Clearly it wasn’t the fake hunt that was bothering her.

“Donna,” he started, reaching for her hand to pull her closer. He was running on instinct now, trying to salvage what he’d done. She went to him willingly but her eyes darted to her shoes and stayed there. He hadn’t seen her do that in years. She was self-conscious, and if his instincts were right she may have even been downright afraid.

“I, uh. I know how you feel about this kind of thing,” he told her honestly, having heard her thoughts about marriage long before tonight. She felt like she'd failed at marriage years ago and a repeat attempt would only serve to make sure she failed Dean, too. She could never fail him but that wasn't something she realized yet.

“That’s because I’ve told you. Near a million times now, I bet.”

“I know that, but I'm not trying to put shackles on you. I don't want a circus or a party or anything. Hell, it won't even be legal since I've been declared dead for a few years now.”

Her head cocked to the side and she scowled. “You have?”

“Long story.”

Donna giggled. Maybe he was getting somewhere after all.

“I just wanted to give you something to show you that you're it for me. I'm taken,” he explained, straining to communicate everything he wanted to without knowing how. “So are you, if you want to be. I want you to be taken too.”

“Are you proposing to me, Winchester?” she asked coyly, making him think that maybe she'd managed to push her fear to the wayside. At least for the moment.

“Yes. That's what I'm trying to do, anyway.”

“I hate to break this to you, but I've been taken for a long time now.” She gave him a bright smile. “I ain't so much as looked at another man in years. Why bother when I've got the best of them in my bed already?”

“Damn right,” he grinned, ignoring the impulse to deny her praise. He'd long ago stopped trying to convince her that he didn't deserve it. “Does this mean you'll wear it?”

She beamed. “Only if you put it on.”

Dean huffed out a laugh and took the ring from her, frowning when she offered her right hand.

“The other one.”

“Whoops, sorry.”

He slid it onto her dainty little finger, satisfied at all get out that it fit. He'd made it himself, from melting the silver down to the engraving. He'd sat down with a dremel in the garage and spent the better part of a weekend practicing before he committed anything to the real thing. Some of the lines weren't quite even and the words on the inside weren't exactly pretty but the way Donna looked at it on her hand told him it didn't matter.

“What are the designs on it?” she asked, voice breaking.

“Runes,” he answered. “For protection, so you're safe and I feel better. That one is for bravery so we don't get scared and try to run from each other.” He pointed at the last, holding her hand in his. “This one is for love. Because I do, Donna. I love you so much more than I thought I could love anything. And I want you to remember that, even when I'm an ass and I can't say it.”

“That’s not much of a curse,” she teased him, flattening her hands over his chest. Her eyes shone with tears.

“Sure it is,” he replied. “Whoever wears it is cursed to be stuck with me forever.”

“Then sign me up.”

He ducked his head down and rested it against hers, closing his eyes as she came up the rest of the way to kiss him. It was sweet and simple, no longer tinged with the fear he’d seen in her eyes a few minutes earlier. She moved her hand up to cup his jaw and the cool metal against his skin from her ring made him shiver. The possessive streak in him widened a little and his blood heated to a simmer.

“I love you too,” she whispered against his lips with a smile. “More than I thought I could love anything.”

He grinned. “I’m sorry it can’t be official or anything. I mean, if you want to take my name you can. You just wouldn’t have a marriage certificate or anything to back you up if someone questioned you.”

“Is that what you want?” she asked. “For me to take your name?”

“I would love that. But you don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

“If I did would that make me a widow?” she asked and he chuckled. “You know, since you’re dead and all.”

“I guess so.”

“Oh gosh. That means I’m also a necrophiliac.”

He smirked. “Yeah, but you’re terrific at it if that makes you feel any better.”

Donna grinned. “Ya know? It kinda does.”

The sun finished setting and he kissed her again, delighting in the feel of her arms wrapping around his waist. The fake magic tree glowed behind her and she tasted like the lemon cookie he’d seen her eating earlier. Blood rushed in his ears and his heart thumped heavily in his chest. Some part of his brain tried to riot and run because it wasn’t often he felt like his life was perfect, or that he was exactly where he needed to be. It wasn’t until Donna shivered in his arms that he realized night had fallen and the temperature had dropped.

“Come on, grave robber. Let’s get you warm.”

Donna snorted.

“You gonna talk to your widow that way, Winchester?”

“Yeah. Every damn day for the foreseeable future.”

She squeezed his hand as they walked back to the path that brought them there.

“Good.”

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