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norrisleclercf1 · 10 months

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pierre and reader who were childhood besties but he cuts ties with her to keep her safe but she gets hurt.

like i imagine they had those pretend weddings and printed out a fake marriage certificate and someone finds it and thinks they are actually married so they hurt the reader.

and pierre flips cus he literally left her to protect her but she still got hurt

A/N: See this is marriage, when you're having a shitty day and your wifey sends me this golden piece

"Will you just grow a pair; we need to find the information." A man hisses, standing in the pitch-black house. They shouldn't be in this house, no one was home, and the owner would not be so forgiving if they found out they were here. "Shut up, you fucker; the only reason we're here is because the boss said so." Creeping down the hallway, they have to be careful.

While this house had no one living in it for a while, they didn't know what type of security it would have. Breaking into the leader of the French Mafia was not brilliant, but they needed something against him. Studying the layout beforehand, they just needed to find the office.

They could use old papers or personal information. Reaching the door, they stopped waiting in case they could hear any ticks or anything to let them know if there were traps. Hearing nothing, they throw their bodies against the door, breaking it.

"Search everywhere." Nodding, the two men go off looking for a picture or a piece of paper with a name on it. One of the men stops, seeing a lock on a drawer. Taking their hammer, they knock it off and stop. "The fuck, he's married?" The other man laughs. "He's not." Reaching in, he pulls out the scrapbook.

"Really? Because this is filled with wedding pictures of him and some chick." Flipping through the pictures, he stares at the young face of Pierre Gasly and some girl in a white dress. "They look young." And they're right. The pictures were taken when you and Pierre were preteens.

It was one of those silly we'll get faked married and then promise to marry each other for real. Pierre was the first boy you loved, like truly loved in an all-consuming way. It was stupid, but you didn't know the future. It didn't realize that Pierre would stop talking to you and drop off the face of the planet. You last spoke years ago but kept the pictures and fake marriage certificates.

Sadly, the two dumbasses now in the office didn't know they were fake; to them, they found the holy grail of breaking Pierre Gasly.

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"Yes, I'm home." Balancing your phone to your ear as you jam the keys into your apartment door. "Mama, stop. Paris is safe alright, no one followed me, and I'm about to enter my apartment. Please calm down." This was a daily thing, talking down your mother as you walked from work to home.

She hated that you lived in the big city, wishing you stayed home. But Paris has been safe for many years, and it was no worry to you. Walking in, you drop your purse, kick off your shoes, walking to the windows. Your cat, Eclair. The damn cat Pierre got you as a "wedding gift" was still alive. It reminded you of fonder times.

"Mama, I'm safe. It's just me and Eclair here. I'm hanging up." Ending the call, you groan, rubbing the tips of your fingers over Eclair's back. "It's not just you and Eclair here." Gasping, you spin around, coming face to face with a man in a mask. "Tell Pierre we say hello." Raising his arm, something heavy whips across your skull. You didn't even make it to the floor before passing out.

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The harsh cleaner smell hits you first, then the feeling of your skull splitting open. Noises leave your mouth, and you want to move your arms, but your body is so heavy it's like lead. "Ow." Throat is tight, so dry from no water or talking for a few days.

"Mhmh." Blinding lights have you blinking fast. Eyes adjusted to the darkness, now facing the light worsens the pain. Yet you fight against it, ears ringing, and finally, settle on the beeping to your right. The blurriness fades away as you take in the pristine white of the room.

You're alive.

Eyes float around the room, taking in everything, but a splash of color has your attention. Dirty blonde hair and tan skin against the black outfit have you squint. You don't know anyone who would dress or look like this. Maybe a cop? Waiting for you to wake up to ask about the attack?

"You're awake?" That voice didn't belong to a cop; no, it belonged to someone you haven't seen for what seems like a lifetime. "Pea-Pierre?" You have to stop the slip of the nickname. The body stands as it moves over to your side, leaning over. Those blue eyes, you dream of those blue eyes.

"I'm here, ma femme." You make a noise, something of a laugh, which has him smiling, his fingers hanging off the railing, touching the cloth wrapped around your head. "Don't talk. They did some damage." Something in those soft blue eyes has them hardened in the corners. No one else would notice, but you have stared into those eyes and learned everything about them.

"I want to apologize, but I can't. I left to protect you, yet my leaving left you unprotected in a way I never imagined. They went after you to get to me." Pierre smiles, seeing how your face morphs, wanting to ask questions, yet you can't. "I can't tell you why," Reaching down, he clasps your hand in his, pressing a feather touch of a kiss to them.

"But, when you get out. You're coming with me, then I'll tell you everything. Just sleep." You hate that you can't fight, but sleep is dragging you down, slipping you back into the darkness you've grown accustomed to.

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violetsiren90 · 10 months

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Stolen Tides

(A What the Moon Saw Drabble)

Pairing: Yoongi x f!Reader (What the Moon Saw universe)

Genre: Drabble; non-idol AU; friends to lovers; childhood friends; old flames rekindled, angst and fluff

Summary: Time is the great force - it changes everything. The ebb and flow of the tide. The fullness of the moon. It carves mountains, and quiets storms...but it stands powerless in the face of love.

Content Warnings: PG-13, but ALL my content is off-limits to minors; nudity, implied sex, cooking and eating food, mention of minor character death, kissing, cuddling, working through feelings, tears are shed (it's them, so, of course, lol)

Author's note: I literally just posted a poll asking which drabble I should write first, and their first meeting won (which I was stoked about), but then this popped into my head and I just wrote it. I wrote it while I was supposed to be submitting a project with a deadline, because, in the words of MYG, I'm bad boi. But...I had to. I gave them their ending because they deserved it. 💕 (If you've never read the one-shot this universe takes place in, I recommend starting there!)

And as always, if no one has told you yet today, you are loved and worthy of love! 🧜‍♀️💜

*Stolen tide: Occurs when weather and wind conditions suppress the ebb of a flood tide and then the next high tide washes in bringing even higher levels.

Your lids raised and dipped and raised again, like linens in a summer breeze, as your eyes came into focus. Soft late-morning light spilled through the window onto the golden-brown planks of the oaken floor. The western-facing window was open, and the thin curtains billowed inward with each puff of salty air cresting over the hill off the distant waves. Your eyes tracked a spider plant swaying from where its macrame harness was secured to a hook in the spackled ceiling. You shifted in the white sheets of the queen-size bed to glance around you. The room was small and minimally furnished, but everything within it seemed significant to its tenant. There was a little bookshelf propping up a guitar, and a roll-top desk bearing an open journal and coffee mug. On the other side was a nightstand with an antique lamp perched beside a book splayed open on its face and a pair of black-rimmed glasses. On the far end was a dresser with pretty little mother-of-pearl knobs topped with two potted succulents and an abstract of an albatross in flight, and the accordion door of a closet cracked open to reveal neatly stored clothes and shoes.

You tossed yourself back against the pillows with a sigh, a smile spreading slowly across your face as images from the previous night developed in the morning light like Polaroid pictures. You reached out to brush a hand over the sheets where he had slept beside you, as naked as you were now. You'd awakened in the middle of the night to find that you'd taken all the covers and to see him, laying there on his stomach - his sweet little ass pale and perfectly bare in the moonlight. You chuckled and bit your lip, slipping out of bed to pull on panties and snatch a flannel from the closet and drape it over your body, pushing up the sleeves to bunch around your elbows. He had always worn his shirts too big, and it dipped down to your mid thighs as your legs carried you toward the scents of garlic and gochujang wafting down the hall.

The kitchen was as simple in its loveliness as the rest of the little house, pale yellow light pouring through the large windows over a vase of poppies on a table flanked by two chairs. And a man who used to be a boy was standing at the other end of the room, rubbing sleep from his eyes in a way that made you question if a single day had passed. Yoongi stood at the little stove in a white tee and grey sweats, his dark hair sticking up every which way and his face puffy from sleep. You had to press a hand to your lips to keep from giggling at his appearance, and when he glanced up you found yourself unable to conceal an amused and extremely endeared grin.

“What?” he asked in sleepy suspicion, his brows up and knitted together as his lips dropped into a pout.

Thirty-two and as cute as he had ever been. You chuckled as you circled around his left, where you turned towards him and slipped your body between his and the stove. Wrapping your arms around his back as he looked down, you regarded him. The same. He looked just the same. His features were a bit more defined, the soft cheeks having sharpened at his cheekbones and jawline, and he was broader and thicker with longer hair that curled at the base of his neck. But his eyes with the dark lashes, his petal pink lips...the way they felt on you...he was the same. You lifted your face to place the gentlest kisses on every feature - the ones that had changed and the ones that hadn't.

He let out a soft hum, his left arm slipping around your waist as he shifted you slightly to the side, prodding at the contents of the pan with the wooden spoon in his right hand.

“The food will burn,” he chided lightly.

But his eyes creased at the corners and his mouth seemed to hover on the verge of a smile. You twisted to glance at the pork belly fried rice before nestling yourself back into him, your head on his chest.

“Smells good,” you murmured into his shirt.

“Mm. It’s just leftovers,” he replied, in the warm, even tone that pierced your heart like a forgotten melody.

You pressed back the tears that threatened to come. The moon had seen enough of those last night.

"You were always good at cooking, like your mom,” you sighed into his tee.

He didn't reply, but he tucked his cheek against your head, his thumb dragging his shirt up and down your back in tiny tender motions. You held him and he held you, and the pork fat sizzled on the stove, and a wind chime tinkled outside the kitchen window, and far off and down the ocean broke against the rocks.

And then he slowly drew you away from his chest so that he could see your face, his eyes meeting yours with the soft wet glimmer of joy and sadness at once, like the soil after a rainfall - that damp warmth from which beautiful things grow - and you buried yourself there, like a seed dropped from the sky by a bird. Dropped on the side of a cliff by the sea.

Between mouthfuls of fried rice and kimchi eggs, you told him about college. About your passion for your chosen career. About meeting a boy who wasn't him, who had asked you to be his wife. About how you had chosen a dress and sent out invitations and then said no. Yoongi nodded quietly, but didn't ask why. Then he told you about how his father had succumbed to pneumonia a few years ago, and his mother had moved back to Korea and remarried. You nodded and asked him why he stayed. He shrugged as he pushed his rice around his plate.

"Want to see something?" he asked with a shy smile, as he dried his hands from washing a final dish.

You nodded, smiling when he took your hand to lead you out of the kitchen door and into the yard at the side of the little house. Ice plant and poppies sprang up among the rocks and sandy dirt, disrupted by a cobbled path leading to a periwinkle blue shed only half as large as the house behind you. Yoongi opened the door.

Inside was warm and the air aglow with little floating specks that caught the light, which you quickly realized, as you glanced around, were flecks of saw dust. It was a workshop. In reverent awe you took in the beautiful pieces crafted from oak, walnut, pine, and redwood. There was a bench, a coffee table, a mirror frame, cutting boards, a spice rack. In and amongst the tools and work surfaces, there were handmade treasures against the walls and stacked on shelves. You took a seat in a sanded-down rocking chair.

"You made all this?" You asked in disbelief.

Yoongi shoved his hands into the pockets of his sweats, casting proud but bashful eyes over the room.

"I make them to order. Although, you did find the one thing in here that I started for myself."

You felt warmth fill your chest because you thought he looked a little proud. You swayed in the chair, tucking your legs up under you.

"It's beautiful, Yoongi. All of it. You're incredibly talented."

"You started it, you know," he said with a smile, still not meeting your eyes. You cocked your head to the side in question. "You gave me that whittling kit for my birthday."

He shuffled over to a workbench and took a small object in his hand. He approached you, holding it out, and you took it. You turned the little curved knife over in your hands, brushing your thumb over the faded little heart inscribed in pink paint.

"You wanted me to have something to do with my hands, so I would stop biting my nails," he replied, taking the knife back from you and regarding it with warm eyes as he set it aside.

"You remember that?" You let out a laugh.

"I remember everything," he said.

He said it like an oath...one you had once sworn. He was looking down at you, and suddenly you were on a little ledge under the stars, and he was pulling you into a kiss, and making love to you, and telling you to run and not look back. Yoongi, your Yoongi. You breathed his name, and he reached for your hands, pulling you up and against him as his lips found yours. He kissed you tenderly and fiercely. He kissed you all the way back to his bedroom where he laid you down in the soft white cotton and made up for lost time.

The sun made its way over hill and down into the western waters, and all the while you stayed wrapped in the sanctuary of each others' bodies, only leaving his bed twice - once to shower together and another time to share a bowl of bibim guksu and some tangerines from the tree in the yard. Now the moon's waning crescent peeped through the curtains to see you laying tangled in Yoongi's arms, his forehead pressed to yours, as he asked a question to which he didn't want the answer.

"When are you leaving?" His voice was low and soft and deep, so resonant...but you could hear what it lacked, what he was holding back.

"Why do I have to leave?" You murmured, tracing a place over his chest where your lips had once left a bruise.

The skin had healed long since, but not what laid beneath. Yoongi sighed through his nose, his breath tickling your chin and chest.

"What does this place hold for you?" he asked, his voice strained, his hand coming up to cradle your jaw as his thumb brushed over your chin. "Just pain and sadness. You got out of here, you're free."

A tear slipped over the bridge of your nose and onto the pillow.

"I might have left, but my heart never did," you whispered, your voice shaking as years of never forgetting filled the expanse of your chest. "And it never will," you murmured through a little sob.

You pushed yourself back so that you could see his beautiful watery brown eyes and wet cheeks as you asked him a question to which you already knew the answer.

"Why didn't you leave?" Another tear slipped down his face as he looked at you. "Why, Yoongi? Why didn't you leave? Tell me, Yoongi. Say it. Why didn't you l-"

His mouth was on yours, and he kissed you back into the sheets as your tears mingled. He kissed you and he kissed you and when his lips finally left yours by a centimeter he whispered his answer against them.

The moon had seen him find you, and lose you. Now it saw you tell him you would never leave his side.

Some weeks later it sent you both off in a packed-up car (with a rocking chair strapped to the top), as it faded in the light of the rising sun, to start a new part - the best part - of the story of the boy and the girl on the cliffside...

...The part where they lived together, and in happiness, until the end of their days.

-Fin-

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deartouya · 2 years

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HOME IS WHERE THE HEART IS — HAWKS

no matter how rough the patrol, keigo always knows he has people who love him to greet him at home. i.e. you and your son greeting keigo when he comes home from patrol.

★ pairing: hawks x afab!reader (biological child, they/them used)

★ word count: 1.4k

★ content: fluff, kid fic, established relationship, children (oc son kaito, around 3-4 years old), food/eating mention, use of petnames (dove/ie, birdie, angel), a nauseating amount of fluff.

i saw a panel about hawks coming home to an empty apartment and it made me sad ;-; so i impulse wrote this. have this soft bird dad in an attempt to make everyone love keigo and doubles as me fighting for my hawks moot right <3

It’s been raining periodically all day — all week actually. Heavy clouds and dark skies shaped miserable conditions for patrol. Conditions made worse by how uneventful they are, filled with petty criminals and runaway pets. Keigo wastes nearly his entire lunch perched on top of an office building glaring at a pair of pigeons who’d tucked themselves in the of a patio; dry and warm.

Keigo’s always despised the rain. Water soaking his wings, weighing them down, curling the ends and matting the down of them. His hatred for the weather only grew when he knew you and Kaito were at home, swaddled in the warmth of your apartment and working through the lingerings of a cold.

He’d sent you a text a little after your own lunch, a pitiful picture of him far too close up hiding behind a Miruko billboard. His hair wet and clinging to his cheeks and the bridge of his nose.

You gave him very little sympathy. You'd answered with a photo of you and Kaito in the kitchen wearing matching fluffy robes and holding mugs of hot chocolate.

He keeps his collar up against his neck, burrowing his face into the fluff of it. It smells like you, detergent and perfume clinging to the fabric from when he’d tucked it over your shoulders the day before.

Keigo finds himself watching the clock the closer his patrol’s end becomes, using the awning of a coffee shop as an umbrella. It’s odd, he thinks, how quickly he melted into his — domesticity. It happened slowly, without him even realizing it had until you were already moving in. Until he’d started counting the minutes until he was home again.

When six finally does hit, Keigo’s fighting off a smile, shoving his phone back into the damp pockets of his jacket, and taking off for your apartment.

He used to check-in at the agency first before returning home. He'd finish up whatever paperwork was created throughout his shift and utilise the oversized showers which were perpetually empty. Now, he always found himself rushing to get back — even if it meant earlier hours to do the paperwork from the day before.

So it’s also expected of him. The ease with which he accepted you — your change, love. He’s spent years longing for something a little simpler, softer, kinder. Keigo’s never been someone to take things slowly and he loved no differently.

The apartment — one you’d helped him pick — is quiet when he pushes the door open, peeling off his overcoat and heavy boots, “I'm home!”

He barely has both shoes tucked under the entry table when he hears laughing, small and light. Your answer comes as he rounds into the living room, “welcome back!”

The couch is gone. Or it’s covered at least. Obscured by large throw blankets propped over the dining room chairs and spilling over with pillows and soft-looking throws. The TV’s on too, playing a manta ray documentary and bracketed by patterned cushions.

Kaito’s golden eyes, softened echoes of Keigo’s, round in excitement and he nearly trips over a sea-turtle printed blanket in his haste to get to him, “daddy!”

Keigo makes an exaggerated sound, a huffed little oof, when Kaito collides with him and his tiny arms tangle around his legs. His pudgy cheek smushes into Keigo’s thigh and his fists curl into the fabric of his pants.

“Kaito!” Keigo echoes the boys’ excitement, smoothing his bangs from his forehead as Kaito giggles. He chases his hand and the little plumage of red on his back ruffles.

Both of their attention shifts when you finally detangle yourself from the couch, moving to cup the softness of Keigo’s cheeks with warm palms. Your thumbs brush over the bones before warm lips connect with his forehead. He huffs a soft laugh when you continue the kisses, dotting them over the freckles coating bridge of his nose, the divots of his dimples, the apples of his cheeks.

“Aw, did’ya miss me?”

“Mhm, ‘course I did,” you answer, combing through his bangs as he ducks to Kaito, “always do.”

Your affection is repeated when Keigo finally pries Kaito from his leg, hoisting the boy into his arms and settling him on his hip. Kaito’s grin broadens, nuzzling his cheek against Keigo’s and pressing a messy kiss on his brow bone.

“Saw the fight on tv, birdie,” your voice is quiet — reflectively, like any louder it’ll shatter the intimate little bubble, the warmth — as you trace his features with your eyes. No injuries.

Keigo leans in to knock his forehead against yours softly before he grins at you, “did I look cool?”

“Aww, of course you did!” His eyes narrow, your tone playful as you run your fingers along Kaito’s ribs, “rigghhhtt after you got your butt handed to you.” Kaito giggles softly, nestling into the crook of Keigo’s arm to escape your fingers.

“You wound me, dove — what, did you two spend the whole time celebrating my pain?” His free hand fists over the fabric covering his heart when you hum and Kaito lets out a happy ‘yep!’ “I can’t believe you two!”

“But you looked so cool!”

It’s immediate, the way Keigo’s entire being brightens. His eyes narrow in a smile and wings puff up behind him as he nuzzles his cheek against Kaito’s, turning to you with a faux accusing glare, “at least one of you loves me.”

A soft blurb from the stove pulls you away from them, knocking your forehead affectionately against Keigo’s this time before moving to lower the heat and continue your previous stirring.

“Dinner’s almost ready,” you hum, feeling a soft cheek squish into the side of your neck and a chin hook over the other side, Keigo’s free arm winding around your waist.

“Ooo, you’re an angel, dovie,” Keigo’s arm tightens around you, lips brushing your temple, “what’d ya make?”

“Chicken noodle,” you reply cheerily, turning to wind your arms around his waist. “Kaito and I just got over that cold, we should make sure we’re getting all our fluids, isn’t that right?” Kaito ruffles at your cooing, leaning in to tap the point of his nose against your own.

“Mmm, sounds amazing, angel,” he presses a soft kiss to the round of your cheek, “I didn’t eat lunch — I’m starving.”

“Y’know just because I forget to pack you something doesn’t mean you get to just skip eating,” your chastising falls on deaf ears as he watches you finish off the soup, ladling it into tall mugs. “You have to take care of yourself, Kei.”

“Awww, c’mon — you take care of me plenty! I was totally fine. Drank some coffee and everything.”

He quiets at your glare, jutting out his lip when Kaito laughs, “ooo, you’re in trouble!”

You move into the living room to eat, all three of you nestled in the plush nest you’d helped Kaito make, mugs of soup warm between your palms as you watch the ending of another documentary.

Kaito falls asleep first, bundled up on one end of the sectional snoring softly — a habit picked up from Keigo.

“I’m really glad you’re okay.” Your fingers find the red and gold bead bracelet around his wrist, fraying and poorly strung together courtesy Kaito, “it looked rough.”

You’re propped up against the arm of the couch now, both of Keigo’s wings sprawled over you and dragging against the carpet. He huffs, propping his chin against your chest, “aww, you know I can’t get taken out that easily.”

His voice is playful but you know he means it. He always does. So you smooth a hand through his curls. “You better,” pinning him with a teasing glare, “it’s not too late to get a divorce.”

Keigo laughs, wiping his smile into your shoulder and humming contentedly when your fingers thread through his hair. Your other hand smooths down his back, brushing through the down at the base of his left-wing. It flutters minutely underneath your touch and he presses himself closer.

“Like you’d ever want rid of me,” his tease is undermined by the tone, cooed and full of adoration. You can’t help the smile, shuffling down the couch so your lips can connect with his. It's tender, slow and you hope he knows that you meant it, your worry for his health. The way he responds, enthusiastic and through a grin, tells you he does.

Keigo’s ear settles over your heart, arms wrapped around you and fingers rubbing soothing circles into your hip bones. His wings tuck fully around you, overwhelming himself with you — the gentle puffs of your breath, the beat of your heart, the rising of your chest. This is nice, he thinks. Slowing down, being content.

#bnha x reader #mha x reader #hawks x reader #hawks fluff #keigo takami x reader #takami keigo x reader #keigo x reader #✶ writes #✶ writes.bnha #✶ writes.hawks

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jawritter · 2 years

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Opposites Attract

Chapter 23 (Final)

Summary: Jensen’s held up his ‘family/good guy’ image for a long time. When that image is gone or threatened, then he’s forced to do something he really doesn’t want to do. Can he learn to love her before it’s too late, and can she forgive him for the way he’s treated her since the beginning?

Chapter Warnings: Some angst, (because I couldn’t end an angst series without at least a little bit of it! LOL) Fluff! Smut, unprotected smut, oral (female receiving) Soft smut. Open ending feels.

Word Count: 2225

A/N: This fic is completely unbeta, so all mistakes are mine! Please do not copy my work! Feedback is golden! Enjoy!

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A Little Over Four Months Later:

Jensen fell into the hotel room in New York City, kicking off his shoes and staggering towards the bathroom, stripping his suit jacket and leaving a trail of clothing behind him as he went, murmuring something about being too damn old for this, and Y/N laughed and shook her head as she watched him, closing the door tightly behind her and locking it.

That was her first-time watching Jensen on a red carpet. It was definitely a sight to see in person. Even if he said he never got used to the press or the attention, he was made for it, that much was clear. The camera loved him, the crowd loved him, and once the adrenaline kicked in, he loved the rush, he was just too humble to admit it.

Y/N kicked off her own heels and made her way towards the large mirror in the room, taking out her earrings and reaching for her makeup removing wipes. Her feet were killing her. Next time, she didn’t give a damn how not fashionable it was, she was wearing flats. Whoever didn’t like it could stick their ass in some stilettos and stand there for over an hour in the heat smiling while their husband did interview after interview, see how much they liked it then.

She wasn’t intending to complain, the Upfronts were a big part of Jensen’s career, and had been since he was on Supernatural. He’d been working his ass off over the last four months, and honestly, he deserved every bit of love and attention he got from the general public, and they didn’t know half of the struggle he had behind the scenes. They didn’t see him struggling with therapy, panic attacks, and learning how to moderate his drinking once he discovered that he may have been a little more dependent on it than was normal, but she did. She saw it all. Was there for it all. She was proud to say at the end of the day, he’d come a hell of a long way.

The panic attacks had become noticeably less, she hadn’t seen any more cuts on him, and he swore he wasn’t cutting himself anymore, so she believed him. The drinking he’d been able to cut back considerably. He was thinking more clearly. He was in more control of his emotions. He was miles better than he was the day she found him on the floor in Hawaii. Jensen himself attributed working more again to it, and Wanda did warn both of them of a possible relapse once his schedule slowed down again. Jensen had been working so much, that honestly, the only real time the pair got alone was at night, when he finally stumbled back into whatever hotel they were staying at, whether it be in New Mexico, or whether it be in California, and he was so tired when he did, they usually just went to bed.

Even though he was there every night, present, and lying next to her, Y/N missed him, a lot. She missed laying there when they’d first wake up in the mornings, just enjoying being close to one another, and she missed sitting with him binge watching Netflix. Eating their meals together. Just having time to be together while they were awake.

She knew that this was part of his job, literally. Late nights, long days, very little downtime. It was all part of the gig. That didn’t make her miss her husband any less. Which was something she didn’t even know when it shifted, when she started seeing him as her husband, her real husband, but she did. Still, fear always lingered in the back corners of her mind.

She was afraid his walls would go back up. She was afraid, even though he seemed to be making progress, that one day he’d fall hard. She was afraid that they were getting further and further apart instead of closer together. But that being said, she wasn’t about to complain or say anything to him, because he seemed to be content for the first time since they got married, and who was she to take that away from him after all he’d been through. Even if she couldn’t stop herself from thinking, ‘so much for making things worth my while Jensen’ every time he came home late from filming, or every time she’d woken up alone because he had to go in at some ungodly hour. She really did miss him. Even though she was glad he was doing better. Was that wrong? Because she sure felt guilty for it. Shouldn’t she be happy he was standing on his own two feet again?

“You gonna shower sweetheart?” Jensen asked from behind her, and she jumped as she set her earrings down on the counter.

The scent of Jensen’s body wash covered her, and the warmth of his body made her melt against him as his arms circled around her middle, and his lips peppered their way up from her shoulder and to her throat, lingering just below her ear. She shivered against him, and he chuckled to himself.

“No, I think I’m just gonna grab a shower in the morning before we catch our flight since it’s not as early as the last one,” she answered, melting deeper into him.

“Good, then you got more time you can spend with me before bed,” Jensen growled playfully, and Y/N laughed and turned in his hold to face him, draping her arms over his bare and slightly damp shoulders as she was met with his sparkling green orbs filled with mischief and not at all sleepy the way she thought he’d be.

“I thought you’d be exhausted,” Y/N mentioned, and Jensen smirked at her his eyes tracing over her face and his head cocked to the side slightly. God the man really was breathtaking. Especially in the dim New York light filtering in through the windows across the room.

“Na, I’m actually still a little wired,” he admitted, “ and besides, that was the last bit of work I have to do for a while, I’m done filming, and I’m done with the press, I get about a four month break, and I’m so fucking ready to get to spend some more time with you, and less time chasing my own ass to keep up with a schedule.”

“Wait… we’re done? That’s it?” she questioned, and he nodded, biting down on his lip as he nodded his head.

“Done,” he affirmed. “Press for big sky doesn’t start for another four months, and everything I need to do voiceover wise can be done from right there in Austin, which means I’m all yours for a while unless I decide to accept another roll or something.”

“Really?” She questioned, and he laughed at her disbelief. “You’re really done for a while?”

“Yeah,” he assured her, lifting her up as if she weighed nothing and carrying her over to the bed where he sat both of them down heavily. “I’m all yours for the next four months. We haven’t had any time together accept when we have an appointment with Wanda, which is just stressful as fuck, or when I come home fucking burnt out, and that’s not far, I feel like I’ve been neglecting you.”

“You haven’t been neglecting me Jensen, it’s literally part of the job,” she attempted to assure him, even though she really did feel somewhat neglected, but she was never going to tell him that.

“That’s kinda bullshit,” Jensen countered, “because I really need to learn how to manage both and stop throwing myself into work like I used to as a distraction.”

Y/N knew Jensen well enough by now that there was no arguing with him, not when his mind was made up about something, so she just shrugged and let the argument die; mostly because it was a half-hearted one anyway. She didn’t want to be shellfish, but honestly, tonight, she was feeling a little bit selfish, and she wanted some time with him to herself in whatever way she could get it.

Jensen brushed his fingertips over her cheeks and tucked the loose hair she’d just pulled down from her updo behind her ear, his pale green gaze searching her face as he pondered something, and fuck she wished she knew what was going on inside of his head, which was a problem she often faced.

“What are you thinking?” she asked after a moment, and he just shook his head, and shrugged.

“Nothing really, just trying to understand how I ended up lucky enough to have you.”

Y/N blushed furiously and shoved his shoulder as he chuckled down into his own embarrassment.

“Whatever,” she teased him, “you just wanna get laid.”

Jensen tossed his head back in a fit of laughter, his ears burning bright red at her boldness, and he shrugged it off. “Well, it has been a little over four months.”

As soon as the words were out of his mouth, his hand slapped hard over his mouth, and Y/N could visibly see him mentally kicking himself for what he’d just said, and she tried not to let show just how much his words had stung her, because he clearly hadn’t meant to say them out loud.

Guess that’s what she got for wanting to know what was going on in his head.

“I– I’m sorry, that came out wrong. I should not have said that that’s not what I meant at all. I was just teasing, and it came out wrong, please don’t be mad at me, I really couldn’t care less if we never had sex again– fuck that sounded horrible to didn’t it.”

Jensen slipped her off of his lap and stood quickly before getting up to stand in front of the window with his hands buried in his still shower damp hair, swearing to himself, the towel barely clinging to his waist, and his shoulder slumped heavily.

Y/N stood slowly, and made her way towards him, wrapping her arms around his waist and laying her head between his shoulders. She knew he hadn’t meant it the way he’d said it, this was nothing but a prodigy of being overworked, and needing to spend a lot more time together, because through it all they hadn’t learned how to be husband and wife. They had overcome a lot. No one was saying Jensen himself, as well as Y/N hadn’t come a long way, but in all the months, half a year actually, that they had been together, they still hadn’t gotten any better at that one thing, the most important thing.

“It’s okay Jensen,” she tried after a few moments, and his hand finally came to rest on top of hers.

“No,” he corrected her quickly, “It wasn’t okay, it’s NOT okay. I saw the look on your face, and I shouldn't have said that, even if I was just trying to make a joke it was mean, and that wasn’t my intention.”

Y/N sighed heavily and stepped in front of him between the large man standing in front of her, and the window to New York behind her before slipping her arms around his neck, but he wouldn’t look at her. The playful air he had earlier was gone, and there was a darkness there, one that tends to slip in when he least expected it, and one she’d become all too familiar with.

“You know, I’m going to throw myself under the bus here,” Y/N stated, and Jensen finally looked down at her, but she continued before he had the chance to start an argument about her.

“Maybe what you said stung a little, and maybe that’s because I’ve neglected you just as much as you feel like you’ve neglected me. It shouldn’t be on one person to carry a marriage, whether that’s in the bedroom, or whether that’s just in daily activities. It takes two, and I haven’t exactly been very active in giving you the attention or even the affection you deserve either. So yeah, it’s been four months since we’ve had sex, and that’s just as much half my fault. If it’s bothering you, then your comment and feelings are just as valid as mine, and maybe I find or found it offensive because it was the truth.”

“It’s not just your fault,” Jensen cut in. “It’s mine too. I haven’t exactly been very forward in what I want and that’s not just bedroom issues, that’s anything. I have a tendency to pull up in fear of a fight, and my not being honest with you or not being open is the cause of a lot of issues we still have in dancing around one another.”

Jensen took a step forward and cupped her cheek before bringing his lips down to hers, kissing her deeply before resting his forehead against her own and just holding her there.

“I know, I know we’ve started over again and again. We started over in Hawaii, we started over in therapy, but we never really started over to me because honestly, I can’t take back or make better what I did when we first got married, no matter what I do or no matter what I say, and we still keep dancing around each other in a strange, repetitive, vicious cycle of bullshit, and that’s mostly my fault, it not all my fault, so, let’s start over for real this time.”

“What do you mean?” she questioned as he let her go and walked over to his suitcase before grabbing a small item out of a box and returning to her.

She watched in silence as he slipped his arms around her waist and grabbed her hand in his before slipping something on her finger, and she looked down to find the most beautiful, elegant engagement ring she’d ever seen there, and his hand still gripping tightly to her own as she looked up at him in utter confusion.

“I’m not gonna get down on one knee, because nothing we’ve ever done together has ever been conventional, and honestly, we’ve both been on the floor enough throughout our entire time together, so I’m not gonna start it on the floor again now.”

Y/N narrowed her eyes at him, and opened her mouth to speak, but Jensen placed a finger over her lips, stopping her in her tracks.

“I don’t really know how it happened,” he started. “I don’t really remember making a continuous decision to love you, but I do. I love you Y/N. You’ve gotten under my skin in a way I would have never thought possible. I don’t think I’d still be alive if it weren’t for you. You stepped in and saved me, when most people would have just let me wallow in the mess that I created because God knows I deserved it, and I’ve treated you poorly from the beginning. So that being said, I want to do it right this time. I want to start it all over again, for the third time, but this time, I want to give you what you deserve from me as a husband and a helpmate, not some wallowing, abusive mental case. Will you marry me again? Be my wife for real this time? No contracts. No paperwork. No lawyers and media or press. Just you and me?”

Y/N’s emotions gripped her throat tight, and his thumb traced her cheek, whipping away the tear that slipped down her face.

“I love you too Jensen, even though you think that you don’t deserve it, and I can’t tell you when it happened either, but I do, and I’d love nothing more than to be your wife for real this time, if that’s what you really want.”

“It’s all I want, It’s all I wanted for a while now,” Jensen assured her before capturing her lips again in a deep, slightly heated kiss.

Their problems weren’t fixed, and maybe they never would be, but of all the times they started over, and of all the times they tried to fix what was broken, this time she had just a little hope that they could start it off on the right foot again. This time, things might get better. This time, two people that shouldn’t have ever even been in one another’s orbit, that were forced into one another’s life, could start it off with love and not resentment. One shaky step forward, and this time, none back, even if they mis stepped from time to time. They’d step together, and that’s all that mattered.

Jensen’s fingers found the zipper on her dress, and pulled it down slowly as he continued to explore her lips with his own, his tongue easily dominating hers and stealing her breath away as the fabric fell to the ground, and he picked up her and carried her toward the bed, only breaking their kiss as he dropped her down gently on the mattress before he followed her, kissing his way down her neck as he kicked the towel to the floor from around his waist, leaving himself bare before gently removing her bra from behind her back, his hooded gaze never leaving her own until his mouth claimed hers again before working his way down her body, worshiping her, taking his time over each prefect breast before kissing her way down her stomach to her hips, leaving feather light touches across her skin as he slowly moved her underwear, and tossed them across the room.

Jensen’s hand reached up to find her own, lacing their fingers together as he licked a long strip over her dampening folds, humming as her back arched slightly before he quickly dived in, licking and sucking at her sex like it was going to be his last meal, sending her barreling towards the edge as her legs shook around him, but he never let go of her hand, even as he worked her through her first release, moaning slightly at the taste of her as he made sure to get all that she had to give him, he never let her go, and he was determine he’d never let her go again.

When the room finally stopped spinning, and her body finally stopped convulsing, Y/N opened her eyes to see the most astonishing pair of green gems staring back down into her own. There was nothing clouding them as they usually were. There was just love there, and it was a look that quite honestly took her breath away. She gasps as he slowly guided his full length into her still quivering heat, his eyes closing and his head dropped down to her shoulder and he groaned into his first full thrust, keeping a slow and steady, yet somehow impossibly deep pace as his free hand snacked its way around her leg and kept her fused tightly to him, making his thrust more a deep roll of his hips than just some carnal, quick fuck.

As corny as it sounded, as stupid as some people might think she was, in that moment as he rolled himself into her, over and over again, driving their bodies higher and higher, through every moan and harsh breath that left each of their bodies, she was sure of one thing, that was that night, on that hotel bed, no walls up, just two bare and broken people, their souls touched one another. Two, became one. Two worlds that should have never been in one another’s orbit collied, and there was no undoing it or separating it. She loved this man, no matter how much more attractive than her, or how unlikely a pair the rest of the world might think they were. He was hers; she was his.

Her walls crumbled around him, and she came with a gasp of surprise at just how intense, not only her own release, as well as his, but at just how much one person could love someone, flaws and all.

There would always be issues for them, there would always be problems. Things for them would always be harder than they were because of the hand they were dealt at the very beginning and no amount of do overs could change that, but she’d love, scares all. Two opposites attract. Love is a battlefield, and one that’d tackle together this time. No matter how much it hurts at times, or how hard it was to just get out of bed in the morning. They loved one another, and that’s all she’d ever need.

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wishywashypunmpkinsauce · 2 years

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The Berry Nice Beachday

Summary: The young ancients arrive in the Hollyberry Kingdom for a beach day!

Type: Fluff

(Excuse any spelling errors)

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The glorious morning sun beamed over the secluded Hollyberry kingdom. Its bright rays shone through the curtains of the forest’s dense thickets and into the windows of the last sleeping cookies. The majority of the kingdom has well and truly risen much before the sun, seeming to find it best to begin their days early to get more done. This is most likely why the Hollybery kingdom had the most export and supplies of all kingdoms. Added it was a chipper kingdom with vast resources, loving, caring, and hard-working cookies as well as a Queen who served them with as much love as they served her.

Currently, the final carriage arrived in the blessed jungle kingdom. Pure Vanilla cautiously found his footing as he stepped down from the carriage, thanking the driver as a few Hollyberrian guards moved the driver and steed to a different area. The young vanillian king turned, fixing his hat, and made his way into the main grounds of the monumental-sized castle. There were no large steeples or multi-colored sugar glass panes, no quiet mummer of calm voices as one wafting through the air. But maybe that’s why Pure Vanilla likes being at the Hollyberry kingdom so much, because it was so obscure to his own ruling that he found so much joy in exploring this unique kingdom. He looked up upon the large, pink-domed building, listening to the loud calls of Hollyberriens, and the soft drowning of babbling brooks. The study breeze that swayed his neatened bangs.

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“My dear beloveds, I am thrilled you could all arrive!”

The pink-haired queen marched into to open-air, summer ballroom. Making her presence well known as her shoes hit the cool white tiles. Smiling giddily as she hurried to greet the others. She wore pink bathers with white and yellow accents adorning the edges, showing off her strong, sturdy figure. A silky purple, transparent shawl lay over her shoulders. A wide-brimmed, pie-lined hat, fastened with a pink ribbon on her head. Her taffy-coloured hair was in a beautiful braid that reached the middle of her back, leaves, and ribbons decorating the creases. In her arms, was an 8-month-old RoyalBerry. The child already had a full head of silky pink hair which curled out from under his hat. Chubby arms waved about eagerly as he batted about a dragon stuffy. The child wore a pink and white stripy swimsuit which was a size bigger than him, but adorable none of the less. His wide babbling smile squished his cheeks and made him squint with joy. He let out more baby gurgles before mindlessly hiding his face in his mother’s brawn.

The four arriving ancients hurried to hug the plus-sized woman, once reaching the mid-point the 5 mushed together in a tight grasp. Letting out a string of greetings as soft kisses were given to the pink queen. Then finally, all attention was on the most important child ever to bless their lives. Little baby RoyalBerry, the pride of the Hollyberry kingdom, the firstborn son to the beautiful Hollyberry, and the cutest little baby to ever be born. The pink-haired babe gurgled with joy as he was passed from ancient to ancient, each giving soft forehead kisses to the child.

Golden Cheese, White Lily, and Pure vanilla squabbled over who got to hold the sweet baby, Golden Cheese used her ability of flight to her advantage, pocking her tongue out to the duo below. Going on about how much smarter she was than the pair, that was before she got zapped in the ass and squawked in surprise and pain. White Lily chortled with laughter, casting another spell to snatch the pink-haired babe.

Dark Cacao made his way over to the pink-haired, resting a gloved hand on her shoulder.

“HollyBerry dear, how have you been fairing?” he asked, pulling the pinkette into another tight squeeze. In return she leaned her weight on the other, allowing the purple king to hold her in his arms. Her body thanked the king for the moment of relaxation. Having only just experienced 9 months of carrying her babe was a lot, but even after Royalberry’s birth, she was still on her feet. The pink queen wasn’t complaining though, it was her choice to bear a child, and this was just a part of the process. That’s not to say there were moments where she flat out would pass out from exhaustion.

“Oh I have been as well as I can get in times like these, a little tired, a little sore, but I will be fine” She smiled into his chest, moving her arms the sit just on his waist. Hollyberry moved away and started to lift the large metal crest that the man carried on his shoulders. Lifting the cape off of him to remove the weight and to try to cool him down. Being from the snowy planes of the northern ridges, Cacao didn’t do well in the Hollyberry kingdom’s hot humid heats. But even though he began to melt in the blistering summer rays, he still made time to visit Hollyberry no matter the season. His face was hot and bothered and Hollyberry could see the sweat roll down his forehead. She carfuly slipped away the layer of armour and fabric, the stoic king did not once resit. Normal he would protest on how he would rather die than remove such an important image, but the kings anger seemed dormant. Instead, he leaned into the surprisingly cold hands of the woman. Giving a slight smile once the weight and heat were removed from his body.

Hollyberry stopped once she removed his gloves, assuming this was enough to keep him cool until the Queen got him into some bathers. Because there was no way in witches, she was going to let him sit under an umbrella and not step a foot into the water. If she had to; she would throw him in! He thanked her as he pressed another kiss to her forehead and right on time, the other 3 ancients returned with the baby. Lily having won the battle of the babe, squishing his chubby cheeks lightly and booping his nose.

“All right you sweaty bastards, let’s get you lot into sometime cooler and go swimming!” The Queen struck a sassy pose, looking at the others with stars in her eyes. The group only jittered with excitement as they followed the other through the long halls of the Hollyberry palace. The group finally ended up in the Queen mothers bedroom. Hollyberry made her way over to the walk-in closet and disappeared while the others waited for her return. Golden cheese snatched RoyalBerry from White Lilys grasp and toppled over onto the huge, marshmallow-like bed. The young prince giggled loud in response.

Pure Vanilla leaped onto the bed, struggling a bit to fight the waves of blankets that fought him off. Eventually, he made it to where Golden Cheese and White Lily had been engulfed by the large, pink covers. RoyalBerry was gurgling slightly, drool running down his cheek as he gawked at the three olders. The blonde haired king moved the place a delicate hand on the babe, running soft circles into Royalberry’s back.

Cacao then appeared from the sea of red and gave a soft smile, running an exposed hand over the sheets and to the happy baby. Royalberry slapped the chocolate king’s hand a few times before latching on and drooling over them. Chewing on the calloused fingers with not a thought in the world. A soft smile appeared on the stoics kings face, a kind of face that yeared the love of this baby. “He’s still got the baby fever ay!” Golden cheese remarked as she sniggered under her breath. The chocolate king snapped his head towards the avian queen with a very unimpressed look on his face. The kind of look you gave to an idiot who told you Earthbread was actually in the shape of a cookie, just more dramatized. But in Dark Cacaos’ eyes, he was looking at an idiot so the reason behind the look was supported. “Oh shut your yapper you glittery penguin” He snapped jokingly, grasping the pink haired baby, and pulling him into his lap. Earning whines from the others to return the babe to the middle.

The group stayed on the bed until the queen reappeared from the depth of the closet, multiple pairs of bathers folded in her arms.

“Now I got these custom-made, so they keep you comfy but cool” The Queen started, making her way towards the bed, and sitting down beside Golden cheese. Giving the avian queen a peck on the head. The golden-haired snapped up and grabbed the set of bathers clearly meant for her. Leaping off the bed and changing right there. The other 3 happily scooched over (pure vanilla and white Lily having to fight their way out of the bed sheets again) the queen handed them their respected bathers before they too went to change.

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“Woo Petals! Looking mighty nice there” Golden Cheese squawked from where she was. White Lily in return, threw her staff directly at avian queens face, bonking her right in the nose.

“And these bathers are super comfy, I might as well trade up my clothes for these” The golden-haired complimented the berry queen, leaping up and pressing a tender kiss against the other woman’s temples.

Golden Cheese had a simple top and bottom. Quite similar to her usual clothing but made from a strange but extremely comfy and waterproof material only made in the Hollyberry kingdom. As no other kingdom really went swimming let alone on a daily basis. The top was white in colour but with teal accents adorning the ruffles and sleeves. The bottoms were yellow and white, pant/skirt-like things.

White Lily had a full-body suit with a skirt-like fabric over the pants. It was a stripy green and white outfit with sleeves that reach her elbows. White Lily was content with the bathers, finding them extremely comfy.

Pure Vanilla and Dark Cacao would have the same outfit if it weren't for the colour and a few minor things. Such as Pure Vanilla having a blue and white stripy set of baths

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The water was beautiful. Perfect temperature for a swim. Hollyberry raced down a side pier to a spot in the water she knew was deep and cannonballed in. She hit the bottom and felt around the sand before pushing her legs up and shooting up to the surface again. Splashing the group with water as she came up. They made it to the sandy shores where a picnic-like area had already been up. The berry queen hauled herself from the water, snorting some water out of her nose and sitting on the damper parts of the sand. Getting comfy under the suns bright rays. Pure Vanilla was the first to win the running race between him a golden cheese by some miraculous chance. Dark Cacao and White Lily came up behind the two as they squabbled. Dark Cacao still hot and bothered purfulously sweating but seemed better than he was before. White Lily was holding Royal Berry as the she quietly spoke in babble towards the baby. The two came down to sit under the shade of the umbrella.

The pinkette took a deep breath of fresh air.

“Royalberry’s first swim and I have this moment to share with my beloveds,” The queen thought happily. Taking pleasure from the warmth of the sun kissing her paled skin. She frowned at how pale she had gotten over the year, being away from the sun for some time did horrors to her skin tone. Her usually golden brown was somewhat more almond in colour, much paler than she liked. So today was a great day to regain her colours.

The queen was soon toppled out of her thoughts are three figures bombarded her. Dragging her into the water, laughing while doing so. She dived under the cool surface and escaped her offenders. Hollyberry surfaced, seeing Golden Cheese and White Lily in the middle of a water battle, poor pure Vanilla being caught right in the center with no means of defense. Hollyberry looked over to the beach again, Dark Cacao was under the shade, babe in hands. Completely smitten with the small creature.

The mother smiled warmly as she exited the water again and made it up towards the Cacao king. Curling up next to him as she stroked her son’s soft hair.

“You know Cacao, today will be Royalberry’s first time in the lagoon” She smiled warmly as she ran her other hand over Dark Cacao’s back before running her fingers through the onyx hair. The Cacaoin king turned his eyes down to the woman, a look of surprise present.

“Would you like to take him into the water Cacao?” She asked politely, playing with the strands of hair mindlessly. Watching over both her son on Dark Cacao with steady eyes.

“I would love to” He began nervously “but...” He trailed off, looking down into the water where the other three were still play fighting. Golden Cheese and White Lily now ganging up on Pure Vanilla as the blond struggled to dive to the safety under the water.

“But what?” Hollyberry asked, sitting up to face the other.

“What if I hurt him? What if I’m not careful and something happens to him!? What if-” Hollyberry pressed her finger to his lip which quietened the frantic king.

“But nothing, there is nothing you can do to hurt Royalberry, plus if you truly feel this scared, I will be right by your side the entire time!” She gave a warm smile which seemed to calm Dark Cacao down.

“Are you sure you don’t want to” He asked, Holly berry only chuckled.

“Dark Cacao cookie, Royalberry has had a lot of firsts. I want you to be the one with him when he has his first swim.” She placed her hands on his, then Royalberry slapped his hands down as well. Gurgling lights, speaking to himself.

“But aaaaaaah” He started up again, stuttering as he tried to think of an excuse for why he would be the worst candidate for the job.

“Wouldn’t Golden Cheese want to have the honors?”

“Goli’s had her first, she got to have his first flight. Lily got to have his first crawl and nilla got his first laugh.” She rebutted with a smile.

“But if you don’t too, I can always make the others fight for the honor” She gave another cheeky grin, standing up and giving him a peck on the lips. That seemed to persuade the stoic king enough to make his way toward the water.

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rewritingcanon · 2 years

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teddy and victoire headcanons because they are such an ‘it’ couple to me:

fairytale sort of love

like teddy would transfigure themselves to look like a prince when they were super young because then vic would get upset at him because how could they be a prince whilst she couldn’t be a princess? and then teddy would just say ‘but you’re already a princess vic’ and yeah. literal disney-like childhood friends to lovers

when teddy went away to hogwarts for the first time victoire was absolutely distraught, and even more so when she found out out he’d been sorted into hufflepuff because she was convinced she would be in gryffindor since she’s a weasley (surprise! she wasn’t!) and got immense separation anxiety

so everyone knew they would get together and that it was only a matter of time, and fleur, being the romanticist she was, was obsessed with teddy.

like if victoire brought any other person back home fleur would be polite but there was always that hint of coldness towards them because why aren’t they the golden-hearted punk enby vic’s been so clearly in love with since she could process what love was????

teddy and fleur are like that rough, has a cracked tooth, part time tattoo artist who constantly smells like nicotine and the pristine middle aged french woman who has casually acheived milestone successes in her youth and always has her hair and makeup done pair and they just binge watch sad, terribly-written romance films together because they are both extremely sensitive and LOVE cliches

also they do each others makeup and victoire gets very sheepish about it sometimes

victoire and teddy were both heartthrobs at school and they had major game, so they didn’t have much trouble getting partners. suprisingly enough they were never that toxic ‘seething-with-envy’ pair of friends. they were actually quite supportive of one another, if not confused at why they got sad sometimes when seeing the other with someone else

james will claim he found out first that vic and teddy were in a relationship, but it was actually dominique, who is leagues better at keeping secrets.

victoire is high strung perfectionist and teddy is a concentrated chaotic mess, but instead of it being a peeve to each other, they simply balance each other out

teddy used to have dreams of victoire leading up to the moment they realised they were in love with her, and sometimes would wake up morphed as her and become incredibly confused (having gender identity issues was not helping their situation)

teddy gets victoire into philosophy, victoire gets teddy into curation. no one ever thought they’d see the day where either things were possible

victoire has an incredibly grumpy designer persian cat called Camille and she only has a soft spot for her and teddy

after a really long and stressful day at work (victoire’s a sub manager in st mungos), teddy will take down vic’s ponytail, and gently brush her hair out as she relaxes on the couch.

teddy is just overall being great spouse material, i could go on about this point by i would have to make a seperate post

its the tattooed blue-haired bruised-knuckles punk x preppy pastelle pink 2000s fem aesthetic couple

its staying up in your room painting your nails or flipping through an old magazine with your cracked phone crammed between your face and shoulder at night as you slowly fall in love with your lifelong best friend over the phone, and you don’t even know it, because this had been going on for years.

teddy fell first, victoire fell harder

this is a couple that wears big chunky platforms and sleek shiny heeled shoes ONLY

teddy is a huge flirter whilst victoire tends to get flustered more easily, but their dynamic switches when it comes down to each other, making victoire the flirty one and teddy the shy one

victoire’s love language is acts of service, teddy’s is all five because he’s perfect (words of affirmation mighttt just top however)

that’s all because this post is already so long. lmk and request if anyone wants hcs on any other couples!

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illegally-blind-and-deaf · 10 months

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Dmitry Snippet

Look idrk I'm bored and i was thinking about dmitry's childhood so yeah

Enjoy

St. Petersburg

1913

The first thing Dmitry stole was a pair of boots. Yes, he had technically stolen other items beforehand, but they had been discarded, left alone in the gutters of the streets, the same as the boy who plucked them from the ground. A holey mitten, a half-used spool of thread, the pin that kept his jacket mostly closed, though his bare chest could still be seen. But he had never stolen anything directly from a person.

It wasn't as though he stole for pleasure, or to cause a ruckus. If anything, Dmitry wanted nothing more than to never need to steal again. He dreamed for a warm, cosy bed with soft sheets and three large meals a day and endless wardrobes full of bright, new clothes.

And a pair of boots.

But that's all it is, the almost ten-year-old thought bitterly. A dream. Winter's icy fingers were curling around the corner as he walked down the Griboyedov Canal, a haunting reminder of the harsh months approaching. For most of the year, Dmitry handled the little food and clothing with stoic patience, but when winter inevitably knocked on his door, it became more of a struggle to simply survive. He was dreading the winter months, especially since his only pair of shoes finally gave their last step after many faithful years. That was how the boy found himself was doing down the streets of Petersburg with the damp cobbles cool under his bare feet.

Light from the nearby houses spilled across the dark road, beckoning Dmitry into the golden warmth. As he looked up at the towering terrance houses with four floors, he wondered what it must be like to have a home. Not a ramshackle, cramped apartment burtdidng with 16 people or the cold, hard floor of the factory. A proper home, with a family.

The wind sighed and Dmitry pulled his jacket tightly around his bare torso. He didn't have enough money to buy a shirt; he was "The property of the factory" and was "nothing more than a foolish child" and therefore he didn't "need men's wages." All because that blasted orphanage had sold him for three rubles. Three! Dmitry spat on the ground. "I'm worth more than three measly rubles. That's less than a bonnet maker's wage! Besides, what do rich factory owners do with three extra rubles?"

The boy lapsed into silence again, kicking a small pebble down the road. He kicked it a little too hard and the pebble went flying through the air, landing with a clatter several feet ahead of him. It was then that Dmitry saw the boots as he watched the pebble sail away. They were tucked into a corner on the doorstep, shining softly in the light of nearby houses. Who would leave such a good pair of boots outside? They could get stolen. Dmitry approached the boots, careful to stay in the shadows. As he squatted by the doorstep, he could see the mud caked on the soles of the shoes. Ah. He picked one up, placing it gingerly by his foot. They were a couple of sizes too big, but he could stuff the toes with scrap fabric while his feet grew into them. The were only a few weeks old, just broken in and still shiny, save for the mud.

Dmitry paused, staring at the window above him. Slowly he raised his eyes over the sill, peeking through the gap in the corner. The family sat seated around the largest dining-table Dmitry had seen, heaped with steaming food in delicate china bowls and plates. There, nestled in between two sisters, was the owner of the boots, a couple of years older than Dmitry. His face was clean, his clothes bright and his eyes shining as he laughed. Dmitry lingered, an ache growing in his chest. What he would give for a home, for love, for a family.

He still remembered when the telegram announcing his father's death arrived. He had his employer read it because he had never dat in a classroom or owned a book of any sort. There were no sympathetic glances, no pitying hands on shoulders. Dmitry hand spent the painstakingly long 11 and a half hours of work with tears streaking his face and no one had even glanced in his direction.

Dmitry tore his gaze from the family and studied the room. They were wealthy, but not hugely. They were middle class, the merchants and the lawyers. They could afford another pair of boots. Dmitry could not.

In one deft movement, Dmitry grabbed the boots and sprinted down the cobbles, leaping over loose rocks and gutters and into the dark night. Adrenaline coursed through his veins and a small smile began to play on his lips. He had a pair of boots.

#dmitri anastasia #Dmitry #anastasia #anastasia musical #anastasia movie #dmitry sudayev #dimya #derek klena

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gfitzwillsebastianz3rd · 4 months

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Avery Raines is a total Daddy's girl, and she's nearly three years old; a totally sweet little angel who looks like the best of both her parents, Amy and Adrian.

Very shy but loving, Avery is usually found showing extra love to any animals, but especially Sylvester, the cat named because she insisted he looked like the cartoon.

She adores wearing dresses over leggings or trousers, especially in her favourite colours Pink, Purple or Yellow and needs at least two or three naps a day.

Although she is human, she does seem a little interested in blood more than the average toddler, and is allergic to Peanuts.

Adrian adores how she's like his little shadow, which he encouraged, often carrying her around in a papoose when she was a baby.

He's very protective of his daughter, though she's a little force of nature just like her mother, and frightens him often with her antics, accidental or on purpose.

She loves it when he carries her, which he also adores to do, even more than spoiling his little Ladybug.

He calls her that as a nickname because he was feeling depressed, sitting in the shade with her when the small winged creature landed on his hand and little Avery got upset, not knowing what it was.

When he'd explained that it was a Ladybug, and she'd made him laugh, the nickname stuck.

She belongs to @bloodbound-selfship, and they have been amazing to me, allowing me to ask random questions all centred around our love for the Bloodbound Universe and the Love Interest Adrian Raines as I write my stories on A03 and make Fan edits using the Choices Assets Database about him and my own Trans OC, the short and sarcastic PA, Ash Lee Davenport.

The Assets used to make her are mostly from The Royal Heir books, especially the Pink and Golden-Yellow Corduroy dress and bow. The only thing that I altered from her outfit was the bow itself, which was paired as an accessory for that dress but looked too light to match the Dress and the shoes.

Her hair comes from the reused model, named Hispanic_Child_Cheerful, simply because I thought the hair from the later Royal Heir books looked a little too young for her.

She specifically has Adrian's eyes instead of the light blue ones that come with the Caucasian Toddler/Child because it was significant to her character that Avery has Adrian's eyes.

#Bloodbound #Avery Raines #Bloodbound Edits #I love doing these now

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bellamioneotp · 2 years

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Top Ten Best Bellamione AU’s

Not a list of fic recs, just a list of some of my favorite AU’s that I’ve run into while reading Bellamione. Kudos to the authors who feed us, may a crucio fall upon any writers block that dares impede them.

1. Evil

I’m reading Bellamione. You gotta go big with the dark slice of life or go home. I wanna see fighting, wanna see morals getting corrupted (and Hermione’s you know what), and I wanna batshit wild plot. Hermione better be popping off with the Avada Kedavra’s, sis.

2. Soulmate

Yes, I am a sucker for soulmate au’s. (Let’s be real, who isn’t) And the angstier the better. I want them to have to fight for that bond, and fight for their love. Cute soulmate stories are alright but only if I microdose them.

3. Time Travel

Has this been overdone and overused as all hell? YES. But- it’s still fun to see what kind of twist the author will put on it to make it it’s own thing. It never gets old reading about Hermione traveling back in time to seduce, I mean, save Bellatrix.

4. Duo

This isn’t so much a category more than a trope. Bellatrix and Hermione being forced to pair up and solve problems amuses me to no end. Just good ol’ shenanigans where they pretend to hate each other but end up saving each others lives over and over again because they’re totally not in love.

5. Bad girl

These are the kinds of stories that are so hard to find. Bellatrix is naturally a bad girl, but in canon. I’m talking about muggle AU’s where her and Hermione are regular students in school. Would love to see more of Bellatrix being a leather toting, cigarette smoking, eyeliner wearing, bad girl that hides out under the bleachers. With Hermione as the goody-two shoes being slowly drawn into her world.

6. Scandal

Again, not so much an AU but found in some of them. I just love when the truth comes out that Hermione is dating Bellatrix. It’s just chef’s kiss when the wizarding world loses their marbles and Bellatrix gets to be snooty about bagging the golden girl.

7. Unpopular

This refers to AU’s that aren’t widespread. Meaning when Bellamione are put into a very rare AU type, such as being put in a Witcher AU- not a lot of that going on. I do enjoy the popular AU’s but sometimes it’s nice to read an author’s take on something very niche with the ship. For those of you who do it, thank you for keeping me fed.

8. Crack

From time to time I enjoy crack fics with this pairing. There’s not many of them floating around giving the nature of Bellamione being a more serious relationship focusing on redemption, etc. Sometimes I just wanna see Bellatrix do a sick wheelie on a dirt bike, ya know.

9. Professor AU

Listen...we all have needs. Bellatrix as a professor? As a strict professor? I’m taking her class every semester and reading every fic I can get my hands on.

10. Those Gilded Chains we Wear

I know it’s not an AU, but honestly, it might as well be. It kicked off so many great ideas for how to even write a Bellamione that would work in the wizarding world, and has inspired many authors. I hope one day to see it finished.

#harry potter #bellamione #bellatrix lestrange #bellatrix black #hermione granger #just ramblings #au types #blessed be the bellamione writers

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wttcsms · 1 year

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anyway, concept for my long one shot (at least 10k words) for tom riddle hehe. basically, reader belongs to the valentine family — a line of wizards and witches whose family specialty is love. according to family lore, the valentine family has been blessed by your great-great-great-(insert 10 more greats) grandfather who basically became known as the “father of love” or whatever. you’re not entirely too impressed considering that in his century, there probably wasn’t a whole lot going on, but because of this, dear old grandpa left quite a large pair of shoes to fill. as family tradition dictates, when any valentine youth is about to become of age, they must first accomplish a magical feat relating to love by valentine’s day or lose their right to belong to the valentine family. no longer belonging to the valentine family means no longer having access to maybe the most priceless grimoires and secrets in the whole wizarding world — and most importantly, the opportunity to live forever.

and it’s not just the continuously growing old and being a bag of breathing bones type of immortality. this is the eternal youth, staying hot and in your prime type of immortality. granted, you have to “find your true love and both have to completely submit their hearts to the other”, but if you’re performing a never-been-done-before magical feat using the power of love, you’re pretty sure finding true love will be a piece of cake.

but it’s the start of your seventh year and you still haven’t found out what you’re going to do. that is, until you stumble upon tom riddle, golden boy of hogwarts, confessing his love to some girl in the corridors. here’s the thing: you can sense love. in a true confession, it’s imbued in every word. and tom riddle might be a very convincing actor, but he can’t trick your annoying, valentine family™ love detector. suspicious of why someone as seemingly straight-laced as tom would go so far as to lying about his feelings leads you to going down a rabbit-hole and trying to figure out what’s his deal. consulting the good ol’ family teachings, you come to a startling conclusion: tom riddle is not capable of love.

cursed because of being conceived due to a love potion, tom riddle will never succumb to the ooey-gooey warm feeling of love that can sometimes be a curse in and of itself. and then it hits you: curses can be reversed; you just have to figure out how. and now you’ve got your special feat all planned out! you’re going to figure out how to reverse that nasty side effect and secure your position as a valentine.

having to coerce, blackmail, and make a deal with tom (who you’re starting to think might be the devil incarnate) was not in the plan, but all’s fair in love and war.

so, fave parts abt this fic: it’s def more of a romcom than the usual dark, depraved mood of some other fics, it’s definitely porn with plot, speaking of porn, tom is DEFINITELY a virgin (but a quick learner; definitely need a line of him being smug and saying “don’t worry, all the professors say i only need to practice something once before i master it”), being able to show the worst parts of yourself to someone and they still love you anyway, true love’s kiss™, overly ambitious gf x overly ambitious bf (you two definitely are always in constant competition with each other), the scene where tom meets your family (mind you, all of them ALSO possess the ability to detect love, wink wink, nudge nudge), hyper aware of everyone’s feelings BUT HER OWN!reader, he falls first (and doesn’t even realize it) + the one scene where you brew amortentia as a means of trying to detect any changes in tom’s feelings and this potion acts as a plot device to signal the growth of his feelings for YOU

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phenomenal1500 · 1 year

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~Odin's Bastard~

Masterlist

A/N: This one shot was requested by SashaWalker5 on AO3. Thank you for the request. ♥️♥️ Sorry it took so long and I hope you like it!

Prompt: "I'm here to take you home."

Summary: Loki finds out that after Hela was destroyed, another child of Odin had broken free and wandered around Midgard with no harm in mind whatsoever.

Timeline: After Ragnarok, however, Thanos doesn't show up and Asgard doesn't blow up either.

Pairing: This is strictly a brother/sister relationship and so it is a platonic relationship. Fem!Sibling!Reader. Warning: None.

Not even days after the brothers' victory of defeating their evil sister, word of another child of Odin came out as they found their father's hidden books. One of the golden books mentioned a woman, Y/N, an unknown goddess who was bearing the last name Odinsdottir as well as her last known location on Midgard. Thor didn't want to poke the bear and cause a worse situation, but Loki knew what it felt like to be abandoned and cast out of the family so he insisted on seeing her and bringing her home.

During his journey to Midgard with the help of Heimdall, Loki read more of Odin's golden book. His father had written down an explanation about why he had evicted his youngest daughter.

Odin had a scandalous love affair during his marriage with Frigga. Feeling like he had to cover up his deeds, he forced his newborn's mother to disguise her child as a human and send her to Midgard.

'Poor girl', he thought and sighed, feeling the taxi he was in come to a halt.

He had loved to use any other type of transportation for this, but sadly he had to travel as most humans did. He had absolutely no idea where to find his so-called sister and neither did Heimdall for once so he had to find her the old way.... by looking through old phone books and their addresses.

"Sir, this is your stop." The exhausted man spoke and held up his trembling hand, waiting for the money to be placed into his palm.

"Thank you." He gave the man his money and got out, scanning the neighbourhood. "You surely won yourself some luxury in this terrible place." He mumbled, slightly jealous.

Apparently his sister was living in one of the biggest penthouses in New York, clearly living a rich and comfortable life. It was something Loki had wished to accomplish when he was younger, find a place that would accept and treat him well.

He got into the elevator and let himself inside, noticing she wasn't home yet.

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"No, I don't want to deal with that bullshit again." Y/N hissed through the phone, grabbing her keys to unlock her door to her penthouse. "No. Are you even listening? Jesus, figure it out." She hung up and rolled her eyes, locking her door behind her.

She had a terrible day at work and felt like her workers were completely brainless.

"So, I...." Loki tried to speak up, but the woman held up her finger in a sassy way, turning to him as she cut him off.

"No. Nah-uh." She shook her head and threw her keys onto her counter. "Not in the mood for your games."

"My games?" Loki raised his brow, uncrossing his legs as he said up straight.

"Loki, god of trickery, frost giant. Yeah, I know who you are and I'm not in the mood to talk to you, brother." She watched him uninterested and took off her shoes. "I was fine without you all and tell the heartless old man to fuck off cause I ain't coming back to help him with his stupid little wars. He's the reason I'm living here in the first place."

"He's dead." Loki bluntly said and she looked up from taking off her shoes, dropping her second shoe to the floor by the surprise. "Odin is dead and I'm here to bring you home sister, but if you're okay with living a life like this then I'll let you rot on this useless planet." He shrugged, slowly getting up with the same impassive facial expression. "But don't feel regret because of your terrible half-witter decision."

"You're saying dear old dad is dead?" She blocked his way to get out of the apartment and he towered over her, showing a mischievous grin.

"My sister is suddenly burning with curiosity now I mentioned our expired father?" He laughed and grabbed her doorknob, shoving her to the side. "Too late."

Y/N froze his hand to the door and he watched her. "You're not the only frost giant." She shrugged with pride and crossed her arms.

"Half frost giant huh?" He smirked and broke free from the door, pretty impressed by his little sister.

"Yes, and it's never too late. Bring me home, Loki." She stared at him with a stern glare and he smiled, actually kinda liking her attitude cause he could see himself in her. "I changed my mind."

"Come on then little sister, Heimdall is waiting for us." He opened the door for her and she nodded, getting out so they could both finally return home through the bifrost. Home where he could teach his little sister everything about Jotunheim and perhaps even find out who her mother was.

He knew they didn't start off strong, but he also knew she would trust him sooner or later because he saw his younger self in her and he knew how she thought.

#Loki Laufeyson #loki #reader #Fem!Sibling!Reader.#fluff #requests #requests open #marvel #marvel one shot

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nyotaliafan-pinkmermaid · 2 years

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The birth of a neverending love

Fandom: Hetalia

Characters/pairings: Switzerland x nyo!Greece

Rating: K +

Genres: Romance, Human AU

Warnings: a bit of blood, death mention

(human names will be used)

It was true that so many ladies tried as hard as they could to win Basch's heart, but every single of them failed and none of them knew what they did wrong.

"He is so cute, I want him to be mine," said one of the three ladies that were standing nearby.

"He may not be a prince, but he definitely looks like one, and i bet that he's very rich" . the second girl replied.

"No matter what we do and how many times we tried to impress him, he never notices us". replied the third woman.

They saw him coming towards them, but soon they got disappointed as he continued his way, feeling that these ladies were rather interested on his appearance and his money rather than him as a person.

The only thing he truly wanted was a partner that would love him for what he really is and not just wanting him for his money or external appearance. In fact he was quite handsome around 21 years old with chin length blonde and forest green eyes. He was wearing a pair of long navy blue trousers , a white shirt and a black belt. He had a pair of black leather shoes on his feet too. But that day it seemed that good luck was by his side. The day that he would meet his other half. During that day it was so sunny , that he decided to go outside for a walk instead of staying inside all day long.

Suddenly he saw a girl around 21 years old just like him, coming towards him.

She was the most beautiful young woman , he saw in his whole life. She had long curly hair which were decorated with a laurel crown and beautiful green eyes that matched his. Her outfit included a long pink ancient Greek dress, golden jewelry and a pair of sandals.

She was so stunning that she looked more like a goddess than a human. And in that moment the arrows of Eros had already found their target.

Green eyes met green eyes and it was already obvious for both of them: it was love at first sight and these two were totally made for eachother and meant to be together.

The girl approched the boy and asked him with a lively voice while she seemed impressed by him : "Hello handsome young man, what's your name?"

The boy immediately answered : "My name is Basch. And what's your name my pretty lady?" The lady looked at him and told him: "what a nice name, really. My name is Antigone and i'm glad to see you".

The lady looked at him and told him: "what a nice name, really. My name is Antigone and i'm glad to see you".

Very soon Basch and Antigone started talking to eachother and they both realised that they might have entangled in all sorts of feelings they hadn't bargained for.

They seemed to have fun , when suddenly it become dark and both of them should return to their homes.

Basch took out of surprise Antigone's hand and kissed it, while he whisper : "Good Night delight, I hope to see you tomorrow".

Antigone blushed hearing these words from Basch's mouth and she responded to him whispering : " I hope the same for both of us , as well".

None of them was in relationship before meeting eachother and start developing feelings for one another.

This newly born love seemed like a lovely dream, for both of them that nothing could destroy it.

But one was sure for the young man. He promised to himself that we would make this young woman his, no matter what will happened next and what would the price that he should pay for this , be.

The following day, Antigone, for a moment, tried to assume if her meeting with Basch yesterday was actually real or just a dream.

The Greek woman's deepest desire is to see that Swiss man again and feel her heart skipping a beat.

When she woke up she started her daily routine and during the afternoon she waited for him to come.

Very soon Antigone would come up with such a lovely surprise. It was no other than Basch himself who greeted her with a smiling yet shy face.

When he saw her , he told her:

"Guten Morgen, schöne"

Antigone looked at him and she responded to him as well :

"Kaliméra, glykié mou"

He was so excited to hear those beautiful words from the girl who stole his heart. They both wanted to know eachother better.

Very soon an interesting conversation started between them and all the feelings that they had for eachother were starting to get stronger and stronger.

Basch loved the way that Antigone talked. She sounded full of life something that he really liked. She would even philosophize , a habit which both her one year younger sister Nausicaä and herself got from their mother Danae.

"Stay here , darling. I will be back in a minute" Basch told Antigone and went towards a place with many roses. The young girl waited for him patiently without complaining because she knew that he wasn't lying to her or tried to play with her feelings.

He later returned with a smile on his face and he had both of his hands behind his back.

"What are you hidding behind your back?" she asked him having a smile on her face

The smile on Basch's face became wider when he showed her a beautiful red rose, those given by someone to the person they are in love with.

For a moment Antigone looked at the beautiful red rose and took it from his hand. Her smile became brighter than before.

She took the courage and told him with a sweet and clear voice:

"Until now, nobody gave me something so beautiful.Thank you darling"

He later returned with a smile on his face and he had both of his hands behind his back.

"What are you hidding behind your back?" she asked him having a smile on her face

The smile on Basch's face became wider when he showed her a beautiful red rose, those given by someone to the person they are in love with.

For a moment Antigone looked at the beautiful red rose and took it from his hand. Her smile became brighter than before.

She took the courage and told him with a sweet and clear voice:

"Until now, nobody gave me something so beautiful.Thank you darling"

"You are welcome my delight. I would even spend all my money for you"

"Really? that's so sweet of you.Now i know that i didn't fall for the wrong person"

"Of course. I would rather lose all of my money than losing you".

The couple had such beautiful moments together until it became dark and they should return home.

Some minutes before leaving the Swiss boy said to the Greek girl:

"Tommorow i am going to take you to a place that you will sure like"

"I am already excited for this. I can't wait for the moment to come" she responded to him

"Good Night, sweetheart. See you the next day" he said to her.

"Good Night to you as well my dear. I'll wait for you tommorow" she answered him back.

When the young woman returned home, she went towards her bedroom and after getting undressed since the weather was hot during that time, she layed on her bed and tried to close her eyes.

In fact she would do anything to see the man that she loved with all her heart and soul. A relationship that she would feel beautiful and protected from anything that wanted to harm her.

Now that she already knew that the person she loved, was telling her the truth and didn't lie to her or played with her feelings like a kid playing with its toys, she soon fell in Morpheus arms with a feeling that combined happiness and satisfication together.

The time for the first date between Basch and Antigone had finally come. The weather was so nice that afternoon that nobody would like to stay inside their homes.

Antigone sat on a bench nearby and waited for Basch to come. He didn't forget the promise he gave her and came right on time.Antigone sat on a bench nearby and waited for Basch to come. He didn't forget the promise he gave her and came right on time.

"Greetings to you, meine Schönheit " he said, smiling.

"Hello there, palikàri mou," she answered him happily as well.

A few seconds later, they took each other's hands and started walking together, still having those bright smiles on their own faces.

The distance they walked was long but still it didn't make them tired. Until they arrived to a garden that they found nearby. And it looked like a wonderful dream.

Few moments later Antigone felt her legs aching from walking for long time and asked Basch with her usual sweet voice:

"I feel tired and my legs are hurt. Could you please carry me and sit somewhere together?"

The young man couldn't deny it to her and he immediately responded to the young lady:

"Of course my love, how can i deny it to you?"

He took her in his arms, carrying her like a princess and they sat on the first bench they could find.

Very soon they learned about eachothers families. Basch had a younger sister around 16 years old, named Erika. Antigone had a younger sister around 20 years old called Nausicaä.

Their sisters started dating two cute boys as well. Erika's boyfriend name was Raivis and he was around 15 years old. Nausicaä's boyfriend was called Pancrazio and he was around 18 years old.

Some time later Antigone's smile was replaced by a sorrowful expression. Basch looked at her and asked her?

"My darling, what did happened and you are so sad? Don't you like the place i chose for our date?"

"No it isn't that. I am afraid that our love will be forbidden and we won't be allowed to talk or even see eachother again. I don't want to be with someone who will treat me as nothing but a souless puppet who only obeys its master"

When Basch heard it, he took his right hand on Antigone's right cheek and made her look at him.

"I won't this allow happen. I can't treat you like that, because i love you. Before meeting you, there was no woman that would fit to be my other half. They all seemed to plain for me."

"I love you as well. I want to stay forever by your side" she told him while that sad expression of hers faded away.

She smiled again and leaned to him and he smiled back to her as well, while both having a feeling of tenderness inside their hearts.

And as the hours were passing the more they were falling in love with eachother and the more would their feelings grown inside of them while been fascinated from eachother.

It was the time that he always wanted to do this since he met her. Basch leaned down, closing his eyes and put his own lips shyly on Antigone's lips and kissed her while she kissed him back blushing and feeling ready to explode as she felt butterflies in her stomach.

The kiss so lovely that made them feel like they were inside a beautiful dream.

When they finally broke from the kiss, they looked at eachother more blushed than they were before.But they knew that started becoming dark and couldn't stay there forever.

They got up from the bench and started walking side by side while holding eachother's hand.

At one moment, the Greek woman looked at the Swiss man's eyes and set him the following question:

"Would you like to stay at my house as a guest?" she asked him.

"You know very well that i can't say no to such a beautiful woman" he responded to her.

They continued walking until they arrived to a villa that almost looked like a palace.

As soon as they entered the house , they went to the girl's bedroom. The bed was actually big enough for two people, so that wasn't a problem for them.

They took their clothes off, and after saying goodnight to eachother, they slept completely naked on eachother's arms while Basch leaned his arm protectively towards Antigone, something that made her feel loved.

It had already been one week since Basch and Antigone met and fell in love with each other, and day by day, this love became much stronger than it was before.

Even their families and friends were actually very happy about their relationship, and they supported it as well as they could.

In fact none of them was against it or tried to think of a plan to torn them apart.

Deep inside their hearts, there was only one thing they were scared of: getting separated and never seeing one another again. And this was something that none of them wanted.

And they didn't always need words to show their love. Because they mostly showed it with small but still good deeds.

They tried their best not to pick any fights with each other, even for such unimportant things.

Every time they faced any problems, they tried to think of a more peaceful solution rather than getting into pointless arguments.

One beautiful day while the couple was walking side by side holding each other's hands, a tall man in his late 40s to late 50s appeared whose face was so scary looking, appeared from nowhere and looked absolutely disgusted at how the pair was so loving towards one another.

-The same man hated seeing couples being so romantic with one another because he thought of women as objects who couldn't do anything by themselves and always had to obey the demands of the men.

So he took Antigone's hand and dragged it with such violence that it made her scream. But he didn't really care about it.

Hearing his girlfriend's screams for help, Basch tried to get closer, but he lost her before his eyes. He was determined to do anything in order to be with her again, meaning that he was ready to face any danger on his way.

He promised himself that he wouldn't stop, not even to eat, drink, or even sleep, until he achieved his goal of saving his beloved from the evil man's hands and being with her once again.

Meanwhile, Antigone missed Basch, and she was worried a lot about him. The man who captured her was treating her more like an object than a human being. She hated it, and of course she hated him.

The man who captured her had her locked in a dark cell that only had a small bed and a window, so she couldn't go outside. The only time the door opened was to give her some bread and water.

It had been two days since her kidnapping happened, but in the young lady's mind, it seemed like it was too long.

It wasn't only Basch who was worried about her disappearance. Antigone's younger sister, Nausicaä, started feeling sad and afraid about her sister, and tears fell from her eyes.

The moment that Nausicaä's boyfriend, Pancrazio, saw her crying, he immediately took her in his arms and did his best to comfort her and make her feel better. He felt the same, so he could understand why she was grieving so much. The two sisters were supportive of each other and satisfied with each other's relationships with such handsome and caring boyfriends.

The path that he had to walk wasn't that simple. In fact, it had so many dangers that only the truly brave could face them.

Although he didn't care how difficult the path he chose to walk was. He was determined to do everything for his love, no matter what the price might be. And nothing could stop him from achieving his goal.

Finally, after a long walk, he arrived at an old house, and outside was that man who had taken the woman he loved away from him and wanted to break them up forever.

As soon as the evil man saw Basch coming, he told him with a smirk on his face:

"I am surprised that you finally made it to my place."

"Yes, and I'm here to set the girl I love free from someone like you who only sees women as objects."

"So do you want a fight? Let's make a deal."

"If you win, I will set your girlfriend free, but if you lose, she will be my slave forever, and you will never see her again. You know why? Because you'll be dead very soon."

-For a few seconds, Basch looked at him and responded to him with a serious tone in his voice:

"Listen here, you old freak. I love Antigone with all my heart and soul, and I will do anything to be by her side. I won't give up, and I will fight you until the end."

The two rivals stopped talking, and they got ready for the battle.

The real question was if the boy would win this battle and reunite with the girl who stole his heart already from the very first time their eyes met.

The battle had already started, and neither of the two rivals seemed to want to give it up so easily, no matter how hard or difficult it might be.

Luckily, Basch was smart enough and knew very well how to use a sword. Even though his rival was also good at using this weapon, this wasn't a problem for him.

As soon as Antigone learned that the man she loved was now fighting for her, her heart started filling with such agony. What would happen to him? Would he be able to win and survive?

These and many more questions were currently torturing her mind.

The young woman got scared to the bone and started crying. She didn't want the love of her life to die. She wanted to do something about it.

She stood up and looked out the window. It was really him. She was happy for him, but scared at the same time.

As the minutes passed, the battle became more fierce than before. Basch knew that he should win at all costs. not to be worshipped but to be by Antigone's side and live their love while being happy together.

"You think I'll let a brat like you win? That's utterly hilarious."

"This brat will actually kick your ass!"

"So you tell me that you want to die?"

Basch didn't even looked the man directly in the eyes or even respond to him. Instead he attacked him with his sword.

Antigone stood up and decided that sitting down and crying wouldn't help her at all. She had to remain strong and didn't want to seem weak, especially for her soulmate.

She knew that if the love of her life lost the battle, she would end up being a slave to someone who would treat her as a soulless object. For that, she had to use her brain and try to escape from that prison.

The fight still continued, and it had already been an hour since it started. Blood was mixed with blood, and the young man's fighting spirit was growing on him more.

In fact, he didn't fight to be loved. He was fighting for love, a love so sweet and true that nothing could ever tear them apart.

During the whole process of the duel, Basch's mind was on Antigone. He wanted to make sure that she was safe from any harm.

Because for him, she was actually the reason that made him feel that true love really exists and is not a prize to be won.

Antigone tried to think of a way to escape from the place she was imprisoned and help Basch with his fight against that man.

The young lady soon noticed that there was a key in the right wall outside and she took it using an o tree branch that she found on the floor.

The young lady soon noticed that there was a key in the right wall outside, and she took it using a tree branch that she found on the floor.

When she managed to take it, she opened the door, and without wasting time, she went outside. She was so happy that she could breathe some fresh air again.

It looked like the duel was about to end, and it was the rule that the one who lost should pay with his life.

Basch wouldn't allow himself to lose to such a heartless human-like monster who only saw and treated women as puppets who were unable to think or act on their own.

In the past, many ladies tried to win his heart and failed, but this was the first time he fell in love with a girl who also loved him back without caring about things like money or external appearance. So if anything awful happened to his girlfriend, he wouldn't be able to forgive himself.

Antigone managed to arrive at the point where the fight was taking place and supported Basch with everything she had, knowing that the victory would be his. She couldn't lose her hope now.

Very soon, Antigone took some stones that she found nearby and started throwing them on the villain's back while she threw one of them on the right side of his head. Noticing this, Basch saw his chance and rushed with his sword towards his opponent.

- The man felt weak and lost his stamina while he fell to his knees. While he fell, he told him with an angry tone of voice :

"Ok, the victory is yours. I have to admit that you were lucky."

"That wasn't luck. You were weak ,but your selfishness didn't allow you to realise it".

The man didn't even say one word. He only blinked for a little, and then he left his last breath while closing his eyes.

This was also the end of all the crimes that the man had committed during his whole life.

By the time the duel finally ended, Antigone showed up and ran towards Basch, who had his arms opened, calling her for a hug.

She immediately went near him, put her arms around his waist, and hugged him while he was hugging her back.

He had many wounds on his body, but he didn't really care about them that much. He was so happy that his beautiful girlfriend was safe and sound.

He hugged her hair again and felt tears flowing from her beautiful green eyes.

"I'm so sorry that you were put in danger. It was my own fault. I didn't want you to get hurt. But still, I'm so glad that you made it safely," she whispered at him.

"I don't regret doing it. I'll always be there for you, and just like you always have faith in me, I'll also have faith in you forever," he whispered back.

After these words, they kissed on the lips, and the kiss was so sweet that it lasted for hours, at least in their minds, because in reality, it only lasted for a few seconds—the best ones of their lives.

From that day on, this love remained so pure that none of them dared cheat on each other, not even as a joke. Even if there were struggles, they did their best to overcome them. They both realized that true love will always win in the end as well.

The end

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writerleo86 · 1 year

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Armor Champions - Season 4 - The Cale Arc - Episode 187 (Do Not Copy)

In a small room of an apartment, both Aaron and Billy hurried to the window. They spotted the android called Cale who stood in the air with his arms folded.

"Master Trey will be pleased to know about these two. But first, I must rid the world of these humans."

Armor Champions - Season 4 - Episode 187: Reuniting With Old Friends; Desoto's Shaky Feeling

The boys continued to watch until their enemy finally flew away.

"What was he?" questioned Billy.

"By the way it moves," Aaron responded. "That was an android. We should do what we can to avoid it."

"We can strike back," replied Billy. "We can go back into the past and ask everyone for help."

"That may work," answered Aaron. "But we must leave immediately."

Moments later, the pair hurried into the basement of the large home in Osaka. They found the doctor Danielle Brief sitting by a laptop-computer by two small ships.

Aaron ran into the nearest ship and sat its controllers up while Billy checked on the ship's fuel at the bottom.

Aaron now wore a zipped blue jacket with long sleeves, black pants, and a golden belt with a silver rectangular buckle. He also had on a pair of short green boots with black at the center.

Billy wore a black undershirt underneath a long-sleeved blue jacket that was opened. He also had tight black pants with a red belly band and a pair of short black boots.

"What happened Guys?" asked Danielle.

"We saw it," Aaron informed her. "It was an android that attacked the company Mom."

"An android?" cried Danielle. "After all these years?"

And Aaron told his mother "We're going back to get help from some friends in the past. We are going to put a stop to these attacks."

He continued to inspect the entire ship as Danielle sat on her chair with a beautiful smile on her face.

Aaron announced "The ship is fully ready!"

"It's night time now," reported Danielle.

"Good!" cried Aaron. "We can use that for cover."

And Billy walked toward the ship as he ordered "Get on with it then!"

Aaron shook his head with a smile and he said "Right. Let's be off."

Both warriors aboard the small ship as Danielle opened the large opening by pressing a button on her computer.

After the boys sat at the front, Aaron drove the ship out of the building. Then Danielle hurried outside and waved her hands as the ship flew as high as it could into the sky.

The ship flew above a large and beautiful park where the emotionless android called Cale remained. Sitting on the swing by his right side was his creator named Trey Chaolan.

Trey wore a long-sleeved black top underneath a short-sleeved black shirt with a fine collar and a long white tie. He also had on black dress-pants and purple socks. And he had on a pair of black slip-on shoes.

They both watched the ship soar into the bright clouds. And Trey gave a wicked smirk.

A large void of purple energy quickly formed before it. And the ship flew into the portal.

A few moments later, the ship flew out of the hole. Both Aaron and Billy soon found themselves in the light-blue sky of Violet City.

Aaron continued to ride the ship close into the city. And the pair spotted the large old mansion.

"There it is!" reported Aaron.

Billy stared at the building and gave a soft smile.

"I'm home," He thought.

They found two people sitting at a small white table near the porch of the beautiful backyard.

The person sitting at the far side was the lovely Relena. She had on black eyeliner and red lipstick. She wore a pink blouse with long sleeves, tight white jeans, and brown slip-on shoes. And she wore her golden ring around her left ring-finger.

The other was her husband, Jede Kaballa. He wore a red shirt with long black sleeves, tight blue jeans, and white shoes. He also had on a black necklace with a silver ring at the center. And he had his golden ring around his left ring-finger.

Once they heard the sound, the couple quickly stood up and spotted the small ship flying toward them.

"By the gods!" cried Jede.

"Is it?" yelled Relena.

Hurrying from the front door were the others.

Desoto Martin wore a black undershirt, tight blue jeans, and white shoes. He also had his black band around the top of his head.

His cousin Joey Spade had on a black tee-shirt, tight pale-green jeans, and black boots.

Kody Perez wore a collared orange tee-shirt, brown dress-pants, and brown slip-on shoes.

Carla Lewis had on a long white skirt that had no sleeves. And she wore a pair of short brown boots.

Rico Nonaka had on a buttoned white shirt that had a fine collar and the long sleeves pulled to the elbows. He also wore a pair of tight khaki pants and brown shoes. And his dark-brown band was worn around the top of his head.

Once the ship landed in the front yard full of green grass, the entrance on its back lowered down and the two boys ran down.

"I knew it!"

Relena hurried outside along with Jede and she cheered "It's them! They're back!"

Carla ran to Billy and gave a warm hug as the others gathered around.

"Billy!" shouted a happy Jede.

Joey gave a quick hug to Aaron as he cried "You know how to make an entrance."

A cheerful Aaron shook his head and replied "I try my best."

"Welcome back, the both of you," said Kody.

A loving Relena gave a warm hug to Billy as he shook Jede's right hand with his right hand.

Then Joey asked Aaron "How is he?"

Aaron shook his head and told him "It's a work in progress."

"I missed you so much, Little Bro!" Relena told Billy.

Billy gave a quick laugh and commented "I wasn't gone that long, you know."

After she released Billy, he shook the right hand of Joey and the two hugged each other.

"How's my training buddy?" asked Joey.

"I'm great!" answered Billy.

Then he looked at Joey once again and cried "You grew your hair out!"

"And you grew a beard," said Joey. "You've gotten more handsome."

Carla stood next to him and told Joey "I think he looks great with the beard too."

After both Jede and Relena hugged Aaron, Billy noticed a skeptical Desoto standing at the door with his arms folded.

"Hey, Desoto!" Billy greeted.

Desoto lowered his head and thought to himself.

Desoto's thoughts:

Inside an old cave underneath the ruins of the enemy's hideaway, the three champions in armor -- Billy of the Ice Dome, Carla of the Golden Grail, and Desoto of the Black Shadow -- had confronted a foe from Desoto's past.

After Kyle Troi told his story, Billy gave out a quick chuckle and responded.

"You're an idiot if you think Joey will go back to worthless worms like you."

Desoto soon noticed the color of Billy's eyes had changed from a peaceful blue to a gloomy black.

Then a black wave rose from Billy's body as he yelled "Lay one hand on him, and I will KILL YOU!"

Desoto slowly back away as he asked "Wat's goin' n wit' ya Billy?"

The black aura around Billy's body grew larger as the area began to shake.

And Billy chanted "Polgoleszhunta, Polgoleszhunta, Polgoleszhunta!"

Parts of the earth rose as both Carla and Desoto watched in horror.

First, a large wave of wind blew from Billy to the enemy Troi who held his wrists to his face.

Second, Billy spread his arms out as he looked up. And he slowly stepped forward as large balls of black fire flew from him to his opponent.

"What is this guy?" cried a scared Troi.

A sinister Billy faced the enemy once again with an wicked grin as small sparks of white lightning came from his body along with more balls of fire.

"BILLY!" screamed Carla. "STOP!"

And Desoto yelled "STOP IT BILLY!"

Finally, a large explosion had vaporized the entire cave.

After that, a caring Billy walked two steps forward as he held his right hand forward.

"How are you doing, Desoto?" He asked.

Desoto took two steps back and turned his head away.

"I'm fine," He told Billy.

And a questioned Billy lowered his head as a concerned Aaron found Desoto. Carla turned her head to face an uneasy Desoto. And she lowered her head with concern as well.

Then Jede announced to both Aaron and Billy "This is Rico Nonaka."

The brothers found the newcomer Rico Nonaka.

Jede informed them "He works as a detective for the Space Police Department."

"Space Police?" repeated Billy.

And Jede added "Rico is also one of us -- an Armored One."

"Aaron Brief," Rico implied. "The champion that originally came from the future."

"You two know each other?" asked Relena.

Aaron stared at the young detective for a moment. And Rico responded.

"I know who he is. Anubis of the Time Frame told me about this guy. Aaron is quite a warrior, even though he likes to cross through time barriers a lot."

"Anubis of the Time Frame?" called Aaron.

"Who's that?" asked Billy.

"The champion who guards the portals of Time," answered Kody. "Of course he would have a problem with Aaron crossing through Time repeatedly."

"Wow..." commented Aaron. "I never thought there was a champion that guards all of Time."

"Whoa!" cried Billy. "So this Anubis guy monitors our trips?"

Rico shook his head as he laughed.

And he told Aaron "It's okay. Just be careful for now on. I don't want to be the one that has to take you in, Brief."

And a smiling Aaron shook his head.

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kiwichaeng · 2 years

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I felt pretty today

#emphasis on the past tense #i haven't felt that way in a while #i found these old golden shoes that i used to love and i paired it up with a cute outfit #i felt nice. i wanted to dress up today #i felt pretty #i felt good #that didn't last long because good things never do #evie's random shit

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kaunis-sielu · 2 years

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Doggos

You loved your dog, your golden retriever named Blue but sometimes you could swear that he was a shit just for the hell of it. He’s been driving you absolutely up the wall today. First he’d woken you up far too early, on a weekend acceptable get up time was after 9:30 but apparently Blue had decided that 8:15 was late enough and you’d woken to a slobbery lick to your face. Honestly, pretty gross.

Then he’d barked through almost your entire shower, which was rude but not as rude as him trying to actually get in the shower with you.

Then he’d wanted to play, you’re pretty sure that he took out every single toy in his toy basket and dropped them at your feet while you tried to make breakfast. You’d tripped over them more than once and stubbed a toe on one of the bones.

“Okay. Oh my god you adorable pain in the ass. Let’s go to the dog park.” You tell him and he bounds to his leash. You tug your shoes on then put on his harness and clip the leash to it. Then it’s off to the dog park you go, Blue doesn’t pull too much just enough where you walk at almost a jog to get you to the dog park.

Once you’re inside the fenced area you let him off the leash and he takes off running. You follow at a slower pace but Blue always comes back to check in with you before running off again.

At one point Blue finds another golden retriever and come sprinting over to you barking happily. The other dog flings themself against your legs nearly toppling you to the ground. You laugh as you bury your fingers in their fur.

“Lib! I’m so sorry.” A male voice calls, you look up and are astounded by the man in front of you. He’s gotta be a model or something, sandy blonde hair, bright blue eyes, a blue workout shirt that clings to his torso like a second skin and a pair of dark blue workout pants.

“It’s fine.” You tell him with a smile, “what’s their name?”

“Steve.” He says and you’re confused, you could’ve sworn he called the dog Lib.

“How old is he?”

“What?”

“Your dog.” You say as you watch the two chase each other around.

“She, Libby is 3.”

“Oh sorry, I thought you said your dog’s name was Steve.”

“Oh. Um no I’m Steve.” He says and you glance up at him with a smile, his ears are turning red and god it’s adorable. You introduce yourself,

“And that is Blue.” You tell him, “He’s also 3. He just turned 3 last week.”

“No way,” Steve sounds surprised, “So did Libby. On Tuesday.”

“What? Blue too! Could they be from the same litter?”

“Totally possible, I got her from Nebula.”

“Me too!” You’re stunned, you’ve just found Blue’s sister and her super hot dad. “No wonder they get along so well.”

“We should trade numbers. So we can meet up here and let them play more often. If you’re comfortable with that.” He adds quickly.

“That would be great.” You tell him before digging your phone out of your pocket. You unlock it and pass it to him as he passes you his phone then you type in your name and number before handing it back.

You let Blue and Libby play for over an hour before you say goodbye to Steve and head home.

He texts you on Thursday.

You wanna meet up at the dog park this weekend?

You check your calendar before texting back what time you’re able to and he sends back a thumbs up emoji.

While the dogs play you talk, you get to know him and fall hard. You’ve been meeting for over two months when you get caught in a storm. You invite Steve back to your house since you’re closer and when you get back you let both dogs into the house first. Thankfully you’d closed the mud room door so when they both shake it’s not the worst thing in the world.

“Oh shit, I’m sorry.” Steve says and you laugh.

“Don’t worry about it. I’ve got some towels and we can towel them down,” you glance up at him and see he’s drenched so you know you probably are too. “Then we can towel us down.”

“Sounds good.” He gives you a smile and you grab a couple of your dog towels, you toss him one and start rubbing down Blue. You finish by wiping his paws and then throw the towel into the sink before grabbing towels for you and Steve.

“Thanks Darlin’.” He says with a smile and your heart stops with the way Darlin’ rolled off his tongue. You didn’t know one word would completely floor you.

“Do you want me to see if I have anything to change into? I’m gonna change.”

“Maybe just a shirt?”

“Sure, I should have a sweatshirt or something, just toss your stuff into the dryer.” You tell him opening the door, “make yourself comfortable.” You tell him as you make your way through the house to your room. You change then dig in your closet for something you think will fit Steve. You find one of your dad’s sweatshirts that you’d stolen years ago and figure it’ll do fine. When you go back out into the main part of your house you freeze, god he’s cut like a fucking Greek god.

“I think this should fit.” You tell him handing him the sweatshirt before throwing your own wet clothes into the dryer with his and turning it on.

When you turn around you catch Steve staring at you. You can feel your heart pounding as he moves slowly toward you.

“Darlin’ can I kiss you?” He whispers when he’s only a step away, you nod. His lips descend on yours as his fingers delve into your wet hair. It’s exactly what you’d hoped it would be, he sends goosebumps along your flesh and you moan softly into the kiss giving him access to your mouth.

The bark causes you to rip away from him. Both Libby and Blue are staring at you with wagging tails and tongues hanging out of their mouths.

“Excuse you.” Steve says not letting you go, “but we’re a bit busy here. Go play.” Neither dog moves and you laugh softly into his chest.

“A plus listeners we’ve got here.” You laugh, “Blue, go away.” You tell him and with a huff he turns and goes to his bed.

“That’s handy.” Steve says before snapping and pointing from Libby to the bed where Blue is. She too huffs and makes her way over to the bed and curls up with Blue.

“Now,” Steve murmurs, “Where were we?”

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monpetitpeach · 2 years

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Dancin’ With Daryl

Staring — Daryl motherf*cking Dixon

Warnings — This ones pretty safe nothing bad maybe a cuss here or there

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“I still can’t believe we found this…” You mumble in complete adoration, fingers brushing across the heavy metal and wood of an old record player. “It’s so— rustic.”

Glenn nods with a smile, showing off the newest possession he’d gotten from a run, claiming he’d found it inside one of the houses on the block.

The object was a bit rusted, and definitely far from its golden days, but just seeing something like this was enough for you.

It’d been what felt like forever since you’d heard actual music, and you knew that it’d be longer before you did— considering a record was needed —but either way, you were impressed.

“Are you sure that we should keep it here?” You raise the question to the young man, seeing as he was insistent that the new collected item be kept inside yours and Daryl’s house.

The crossbowman was out hunting with Carl and Rick, something they often did just to get out for a bit and let off some steam while also providing us with meat.

But that left you alone to decide about keeping the bulky and rusted record player or not.

“Of course I’m sure, you always talk so much about how you love music,” He insists, and you can’t deny the man’s sweet smile and kind hearted gesture.

The way his eyes light up when you finally sigh and give in is almost adorable, and he perks up like an excited puppy.

“Awesome! I’ll be on the lookout for records next time I leave and you can finally hear some decent music again!”

Glenn is gone before you can do much of anything else, and the house is empty again. You look back at the antique and then around the living room, deciding it would look perfectly fine on the side table by the couch.

With a heavy huff and some slow steps later, you’ve planted the object down, backing up a little to see it’s rotted beauty amongst the clean and modern house walls.

For a second time that day the door squeaks open, and your head shoots to see the person responsible for the sound, suspecting it to be Glenn coming back to talk with you.

But instead, it was your husband, Daryl, dead animals in hand. “Hey Sweets, mind takin’ these?”

You’re quick to realize his hands are entirely full and you rush over to grab the freshly killed meat, walking them to the kitchen, where they’d be met with a sink.

“I assume the hunt went well?“ You knew the man better than anyone, and seeing how so much meat was brought back to your own home, the immediate thought is that the three boys went a little trigger happy.

Daryl’s already walking around, setting his crossbow next to the door so he can rest his arms. “Yeah, tons of squirrels out today; how ‘bout you— have a nice day?”

Dirty arms wrap around your waist, a head resting itself onto the gap between your shoulder and neck. Despite the bad smell of sweat, you relax against the familiar hold.

“It was good,” You mumble, taking that second of peace to relax before suddenly remembering the new gift. “Oh, yeah! Wanna see what Glenn brought?”

A small chuckle comes from Daryl. “He’s always bringing ya stuff. If I didn’t know better, I’d say he’s tryna’ steal my woman.”

The small bit of jealousy wasn’t new for the man. Ever since Glenn had come around he’s joked of the boy attempting to take you from him, but you didn’t hesitate to let Daryl know the guy was just attempting to show some civility.

“You wanna see it or not, Mr. Jealousy?” You repeat, taking your hands to hold the ones Daryl had on your waist. “It’s pretty nice this time.”

He huffs. “Another first-aid kit? Maybe yer third pair of shoes?” His small pettiness was making you smile, and you take yourself from Daryl’s grasp in order to show him what you had set up.

But when he finally follows to see the gift, he seems unsatisfied. “A record player?”

“Stop sounding so dead all the time, don’t you think it’ll be nice if we find some records?”

Daryl mulls it over for a minute before he sighs. “I think Carl and Rick might have some records over at their place; heard they got an attic of stuff.”

The way your eyes lit up was more than worth it for Daryl, and before you can do much else, he’s already heading back outside.

“Can’t we do it tomorrow?” You call after him, but he shakes his head.

“Not if ya want it today, Hun.”

And with that, he was out the door, gone to head over and find some music for you to listen to.

By the time the scruffy-faced man is back, you’re just finishing up with skinning the final animal, ready to prep the meat for later meals, but you’d have to refrigerate a lot of it.

It’ll take a bit of running from the generator though, so you’re thinking you might just give away some more meat.

“Hey, close yer eyes,” Daryl states, shutting the door behind him; you can already hear the shuffling of a bag.

Without any question your eyes are closed, blocking away the light of the world as you heard Daryl’s heavy steps from behind you.

There’s a bit of ruffling but it doesn’t take much for it to stop, and you can feel the air seeming to buzz. “Open ‘em.”

Looking down your met with two records, and you almost squeal. “They had some?!”

He nods, taking your dirty hand so he can put the disks of music into them, and you rush away to the record player.

The records were a bit old, and the names of the artists were scratched off, but at this point, you just wanted some background noise in your life.

Setting the disk onto the platter and placing the tonearm onto the black vinyl, you press the start button.

It takes a second, but eventually a scratchy song ensues, and you smile, seeing as it was Elvis singing a song familiar to most people.

Can’t help falling in love.

It was a classic, and you realize you’re playing Elvis’ album. “It’s perfect, D.”

He nods, walking over to hear the song a bit better, and it allows you to smirk, taking the man by the loops of his jeans to pull him close, wrapping your arms around him.

The hug is sweet, and Daryl returns it, planting a small kiss to the top of your head to ensure you understood he gladly took the gesture of appreciation from you.

But you don’t let the guy go, and instead begin to rock a small bit, letting the tone of the music take you away.

Daryl, on the other hand, was stiff, letting his body tense up in some confusion as you rock with him in the open living room.

“I gotta get the meat,” He states, trying to slip away, but you just tighten your grip.

With a head resting against his chest and a relaxed breathing pattern, you indulge the man in something he hadn’t had in a long time— a moment of peace.

“Just relax, follow me,” You whisper, already feeling the tenseness of your body dissipate.

But Daryl doesn’t move, he continues to stand like a statue. But it isn’t good enough for you, seeing how big his eyes were from just seeing your small sways.

So you move your hands back a small bit to rest them on his waist officially, manually moving his hips side-to-side with you.

“This don’t seem a little forceful to ya?” Daryl chuckles, obviously amused, but he lets his hands start at the top of your ribs and move down to follow the natural shape of your body, his palms stopping at the hips. “Makin’ me dance.”

And just like that, the two of you are moving in sync, not slipping from an invisible box on the ground you’d both made.

No words are spoken.

No gestures are made.

The two of you just relish the moment, allowing it to embrace you both with open arms to the sound of Elvis’ famous song.

It was peace.

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