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wileys-russo · 5 months

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“you know sometimes I just sit here and I look at her and I just…I want to cry. She’s so perfect.” you sighed, moving your head to rest on your wifes shoulder.

a soft smile curled into your lips as you stared at delilah, just over a year old now and sat on marys stomach with her back leaning against her knees, babbling away with a grin.

"sometimes when i look at her i do cry. i can't believe we made that, like...she's ours." your wife agreed right away, moving to press a gentle kiss to your forehead.

the three of you were cuddled up in your room at st georges park. sarina had made it so the camps were always family friendly, both staff and players able to bring kids or partners as the more senior girls grew up.

both you and mary were beyond grateful that no longer did you have to kiss goodbye when she'd leave for tournaments or camps. you holding a screaming delilah and mary having to ignore every single motherly instinct in her body not to turn around and never leave again.

"can you say mama, come on lilah say mama." mary cooed, reaching forward and tickling the girl who giggled adorably. "ugh i could listen to her little giggle forever and ever." you groaned happily.

"say mummy, say mummy!" you cooed, the two of you trying desperately to get her to speak. "yes!" mary fist pumped as delilah gurgled out a mama, head shooting up as you scooped her into your arms and kissed all over her.

she was only just learning how to speak, and the little noises and gibberish she came out with had yours and marys hearts combusting.

your quiet little family moment together was interrupted by hurried knocks at the door. "and it begins." you chuckled, you and delilah had only arrived this morning, mary checking in last night to make sure everything was set up and to her standards.

"go away we're naked!" mary yelled as you laughed and smacked her on the shoulder, placing delilah gently back down on top of mary and heading for the door. "put some clothes on and open this bloody door!" you chuckled hearing leahs thick accent from outside.

"good morning captain." you opened the door with a smile, darting out of the way as her and georgia shouldered past you. "oi! bit of respect for the wife thanks." mary scolded, already up on her feet and holding delilah protectively to her chest halting the other two in their tracks.

"good morning!" "missed ya!"

you laughed as both younger girls practically tackled you in a hug, leah placing a kiss to your cheek before they both switched their hopeful gazes toward mary.

"go on love." you chuckled as your wife sighed and moved to hand delilah over to leah who squealed happily, cooing and tickling her as georgia hovered by her side doing the same.

"you both said you were going to breakfast!" your head turned to find esme, alex and chloe huddled in your door which was still open. "yeah we are, gonna eat this lil cutie up." leah cooed as you chuckled and gestured for the other three to come in who all greeted you as they did.

though right as you went to close the door after them did more bodies appear. "hiya!" niamh beamed, flanked by lauren, jess and lucy. "come on." you sighed with a smile, waving them inside the rapidly crowded hotel room.

"if every morning is like this i don't know how i'll cope." arms wrapped around you as your wife buried her face in her neck with a groan. "at least we know she's loved baby, very very loved." you smiled, nudging her head up and pressing a soft kiss to her pouty lips.

"right you lot we're taking her to breakfast. unless your last name is earps, clear off!" mary yelled sternly over the cooing and baby voices filling the room, your daughter being passed from aunty to aunty with giggles.

ignoring the disappointed groans you chuckled as one by one the girls filed back out. "her last name is earps!" mary warned as alex tried to sneak past with delilah in her arms, using esme as a human shielf.

"worth a try." the defender huffed handing her over as your door closed and both you and mary let out a sigh of relief at the overwhelming peace and quiet in the room.

"you did so well baby, only yelled once!" you teased as you changed and dressed delilah. mary changed herself into her training gear and swapped out with you so you could do the same, donning a pair of tights and one of her england hoodies.

"this is going to be a dreadfully long week."

"but why does less get to feed her!" ella huffed, crossing her arms and glaring at mary who was sat on delilahs other side. "godmum privileges." alessia grinned as you reached over and smacked her with a warning look.

all throughout breakfast the other girls popped in and out, catching up with you and melting over your daughter which despite how protective mary was over delilah did make her incredibly happy.

you grinned as even sarina made her way over once you'd all finished eating, mary handing over delilah to the older woman and updating her on your daughters progress, thanking her again for allowing the two of you to come.

rachel and millie were quick to join, having been past three times already which made you laugh. "oh i think she's made a little present for ya." millie winced as rach handed her delilah and hurried off, millie sniffing the air and instantly recoiling.

"wonderful. since you're wanting to spend so much time with lilah you can come and learn how to change her then brighty!" you patted the taller girl on the back, mary handing you the change bag with an amused smile.

"come on then mills, chop chop!"

"where is she!" you jumped in shock as your wife burst through the doors of your room, apologizing to your mum and quickly ending the call.

"who? lilah? she's fine love. what's wrong?" you stood, intercepting her and gently grabbing her face forcing her attention onto you.

"whats wrong is that every time i try to see my daughter she's snatched away by someone else. i've not given her a cuddle or a kiss all fucking day!" mary vented angrily as you smiled.

"babe stop laughing! it's not funny." the older girl whined as you chuckled, bracing yourself as her taller body slumped into yours. "its a little bit funny love." you teased, rubbing circles into her back as she huffed.

"zell and maya have her up in the physio room with some of the others girls." you answered her question, mary shooting up away from you.

"ah! less is with them, and you know that girl would never let anyone harm a single hair on delilahs head." you grunted as you forced your wife into bed with you, dragging her down.

"i also haven't seen you all day you know!" you smiled, rolling on top of her. "sorry, hello." mary sighed, kissing you sweetly and pulling away with another sigh. "i'm not very good at sharing." mary admitted with another pout making you laugh.

"no you're not. but its just because you love her, but we have to share the love she gives others and the way she makes others feel. you've always said this team feels like one big family my love, just try to embrace that." you assured her, running your hands through your hair.

"so...she's with the girls and less?" mary questioned as you nodded, knowing smile breaking out onto your face seeing the look in your wifes eyes. "we've got maybe twenty minutes?" you grinned, squealing as mary rapidly flipped the two of you over, now hovering on top.

"thats more than enough baby, i only need ten."

#mary earps x reader #woso x reader #woso imagine #woso blurbs #mary earps #woso fanfics #woso #engwnt

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eimids · 6 months

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Rise and shine

Lionesses x reader

reader is hungover and has to go to a team bonding night.

warnings: none, bit teasing

"Y/l/n, get up" It was Lucy who called your name.

"Noooo..." You whined back.

You had been partying the day before and now you had a hangover. You weren't supposed to drink that much but your friend kept ordering more and more. It was bad, you wanted to throw up and just crawl under your blankets, where you already were. You had forgotten the team night you had that day with your teammates.

"Get up or I'm gonna get Leah" Lucy stated.

"Don't you dare" You kept whining.

"Leeaahhh" Lucy started yelling.

"Fine I'm up, I'm up. Please just stop yelling" You groaned as the light hit your eyes. It was too loud and too bright for your tired form.

"You have twenty minutes to look presentable and shower, I expect you to be downstairs after those twenty minutes" Lucy said and left. You could hear her laughing as you groaned in agony.

You slowly just got up and went to pee. You popped some painkillers in your mouth and took a nice warm shower. You stayed there much longer than you should've. It has already been twenty minutes and this time it wasn't Lucy knocking on your door. It was Niamh and Leah.

"Y/l/n, open up the door" It was Leah who yelled.

"I need few more minutes and then I'm ready" You yelled back.

Niamh and Leah had to practically drag you out of your room and to the team room. It was just a nice night together as teammates, there were games, food and music. It was all too loud.

"Oh there is our little party animal!" This time it was Ella who was yelling. She wasn't know for being quiet.

You just groaned and found a place on the couch between Lotte and Mary. Mary said something along the lines "stop bullying her" but you didn't really listen. You, and your precious water bottle, were snuggled to Mary's side.

The whole team laughed at you a bit before continuing their business. You just clung to Mary and listened her, Lotte and Lauren talk about movies. It was nice, there were people around you but didn't push you to actually make an effort.

At some point you got hungry and got up. Lucy and Leah were at the table sitting and looking something on Leah's phone.

"Oh rise and shine to you" Leah laughed.

You were confused. "You fell asleep there for a moment, I got some amazing pictures of you" She explained.

Then they proceeded to show you the most awful photo of you that there is. You had your mouth open, drool dropping onto Mary's shoulder. You eyes were closed which suggested that you had in fact fallen asleep.

"DELETE THAT" Was what you yelled. You wanted to be angry at the pair and couldn't help but laugh.

"Oh absolutely not, this is my new favorite picture in this world" Leah said back to you.

You were a bit embarrassed when the whole team was once again laughing to you.This time you found your way to Lucy's neck and buried your head there.

You loved your teammates but they really could be a pain in the ass.

#woso community #wlw post #woso fanfics #woso x reader #leah williamson #lucy bronze #alessia russo #mary earps #niamh charles #lauren james #lionesses #ella toone

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sunshine-theseus · 4 months

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Lego House | Aggie Beever-Jones x Reader

Words: 3.8k Summary: 2 years together basically means forever, no matter what happens. inspired by Ed Sheeran’s ‘Lego House’ Warnings: injury, you guys know I don’t stick to actual events so, slightly suggestive maybe? this is for me but also kinda for @perfectpersuasion because they seemed really excited about it

“Headphones?”

“Check.”

“Chargers?”

“Check.”

“Passport?”

“Double check.”

“Then why am I 100% sure it’s still in your top draw?” I dramatically reach across to my bag to prove that my passport is in fact packed safely in the secret pocket that I designated purely to the piece of identification.

But it’s empty, and I have to bashfully turn back to Aggie to admit it isn’t where it’s supposed to be. She only gives me a pointed look and I’m standing up and dragging my feet behind me to grab the passport from my bedside table draw.

“I swear I put it in there Ags. Last night after training.”

“Well it’s a good thing we’re doing the checklist. It happens every time, you forget something.” Once I slide the small book into my bag I drop back down onto our couch, leaning into my girlfriend. She wraps her arms around me, and I bury my head in her neck, feeling the regretful late-night yesterday setting in.

“Come on we’ve got to be boarding the bus in an hour and who knows how long it’ll take us to get there.”

~~~~~

Naturally Aggie and I sit next to each other on the bus and/or the plane when the team travels for matches. We usually take a spot toward the back, or wherever is least populated or energetic, so that we can just be there together. Our hands are almost always interlocked and I’m usually leaning on her shoulder as we talk about our play or whatever interesting things going on.

“I’m nervous.” I whisper in her ear as we begin the decent into Gothenburg.

“Everyone underestimates us because we’re young, so when you get on that pitch, either starting or as a sub, you show them you belong at Chelsea, and that we belong in the Champions League. Okay?” When she looks at me to confirm my answer I lean forward, pressing a small kiss to her lips.

A flash goes off in the corner of my eye and I turn to find Zecira holding the media crew camera.

“The fans are going to love that.” Smiling a toothy grin, she turns to someone else, leaving us be.

The dark December sky encourages the cold and the light dusting of snow that begins to cover the tarmac. I wrap an arm around Aggie’s as we wheel our bags into the airport, trying not to fall face first on the slippery surface.

The warmth inside is welcomed as we are guided past the large crowds and onto the bus. Once again, I take my spot beside Aggie, behind Jessie and Niamh who were talking about Jessie’s new favourite tea. A calmness settles over everyone as Emma announces who’s rooming with who, which we all basically already know. 9 times out of 10 it’s the person currently sitting next to us.

Opening the door to our room brings great relief as I flop onto the bed closest to the window. Despite the two queen sized beds on either side of the room, it was inevitable that I’d end up curled up in my girlfriend’s arms as we huddle under the blankets, the other bed left untouched. This also usually meant that our room was the one to come to for activities, an extra bed meaning more space.

Aggie stands staring out the window, the city spanning across the horizon as the sun begins the set, the blue barely beginning to fade into purples and pinks. Old buildings and the river that runs through the architecture draw her eye as I stand behind her, taking in the way her body rises as she breathes, and the twitch in her lips as she spots something she finds beautiful, a certain spark in her eye. One that’s always there when she looks at me, hard to ignore.

“Did you bring your camera?” I ask as I slot in beside her. A hum in answer suffices as we take in the moment.

“We’re really here. Together.” I press kisses to her shoulder.

“Stamford Bridge is one thing but, we’re playing in the fucking Champions League. We’re not sat on the bench forever, we actually get minutes, not matter how little.”

“And we’re going to fucking win tomorrow’s match. Consider it an extra anniversary present.” Aggie chuckles and I feel the butterflies that burst to life in my stomach every time I look at her.

My mind drifts to the real present that sits carefully in a compartment of my bag for our anniversary tomorrow. My mum insisted it was perfect for Aggie and despite my hesitancy, I had to agree.

“We should head down for dinner.” Aggie leans down to kiss me before we leave.

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Emma gave us a few hours to explore the city in the morning before we had to begin training and warming up for tonight's match. Jessie, Niamh and Zecira join us in the foyer, and we start our journey through the Swedish city, Zecira eager to introduce us to her country's traditions.

Not long into the walk, we stumble upon a small café on a terrace. We slide into a table and order our respective drinks, Aggie additionally getting a kardemummabröd, cardamom bread, for us to share. Niamh refuses to be apart of the picture that I take of the group at the table, but I manage to convince her to smile for the camera as we head back down onto the street.

The group splits into 2 after that. Aggie and I leave to seek out some flowers and a quiet spot to spend time together for our anniversary, while the others head back to the hotel, desperate to stay warm, although Jessie doesn’t seem to mind the cold winds.

“Look! They have red carnations!” Aggie is the one to point out the flower stand, full of red and green, that holds bunches of my favourite flower.

When the shop owner sees our linked hands, she smiles, the corner of her eyes wrinkling as they light up.

“For free.” She pushes Aggie’s hand away as she tries to pay for the red carnations.

“Love is enough payment.” I slip some money onto the bench as we leave, heading to an empty but rather beautiful park across the road.

“Happy anniversary.” I press a kiss to her cheek as I hand her the small bag. Inquisitively, she opens it and the box that sits on the bottom, revealing the gift.

“It’s a family ring. Handed down through a bunch of generations. The oldest kid gets it to give to their partner, the one they and the family think is the one. The person they’ll spend the rest of their life with, who makes them the best them.” I explain the origins as I take the ring from the box and slip it onto her hand. The gold band holds a small, encrusted peridot gem and fits perfectly on Aggie’s hand.

“Thank you. I love it.” Her voice is soft and watery, and her cheeks flame red when she looks at me. I can only imagine the love that adorns my face as I look at her. I’m about to kiss her when she has a moment of realisation.

“I left your gift in the fucking room.” The sweet moment is broken as she throws her head back and groans, and I can’t help but let out a hearty laugh.

“It’s okay.” I place a hand on top of the one she has on my thigh.

“Nooo we won’t have time when we get back, you’ll have to wait until tonight and that’s unfair.”

“I don’t even expect gifts Ags, just you and me. Plus, you got me my flowers. My favourite flowers from my favourite person. Sounds pretty good to me.”

“I’m your favourite person yeah?”

“Mmhm.” Her finger links through the thin gold chain that hangs around my neck.

“Show me then.” Her voice is raspy and deep as she pulls me forward by the necklace until our lips meet. It’s a hot and heavy kiss considering where we are, but I reciprocate it none-the-less.

I go to pull away, but she pulls me back in and I end up on her lap as we make out on the park bench. Her hands grip my thighs and mine hold the back of her head… Until we remember we’re on a park bench.

“That was kinda hot. Definitely a good make up present.” I smile down at her as our foreheads rest against each other.

“Emma’s going to kill us if we don’t head back soon…” Aggie is adamant that we begin walking to the hotel so we’re not late, so we walk hand in hand through the cold, barely arriving in time.

Training and warm up went well. The schedule was easy to adapt to and we weren’t pushing excessively as to waste energy before the match.

In saying that, we were up 2-1 when I got subbed on in the 60th minute, replacing Lj who wasn’t feeling all too well at half time. I felt good and energised, ready to make my second UWCL appearance.

Sam and I were gelling well together as we often did, making passes and taking shots on goal, only to be blocked by the Hacken keeper. It was a hard game but we were winning.

Aggie gets subbed on in the 68th minute, along with Jessie. The ball rarely makes it back past us, Erin often making a run with the ball toward us. Eventually Aggie passes me the ball and I try to gage my surroundings. Sam is offside, passing back to Aggie would be a mistake, Jessie’s surrounded. Erin has a clear path and shot of the goal.

I begin to run, and right as the ball connects with my foot, flying toward Erin, a body knocks against mine and my knee buckles. Nothing feels real as I fall to the floor, a loud pop filling my ears as pain radiates through my knee. I let out a blood curdling scream, but it isn’t heard over the cheering of Chelsea fans as Erin hits the ball into the goal.

I toss around on the grass, holding my leg and slamming a hand repeatedly against the ground as I sob and wale, waiting for someone to notice. It’s Sophie who places a hand on my back and yells for the ref, who then yells for the medics.

Aggie drops down in front of me as we wait, and I try and reach for her hand. The task finds itself to be difficult as my own hand shakes and my vision is blurred by tears.

“It’s- it’s my ACL.” A loud sob slips from my lips despite my attempt to hold it back.

“You don’t kn-”

“I know it Ags. I know it is I swear.”

“Okay, okay. It’ll be okay. The medics are here to look at it okay?” I nod as their hands grasp my leg, asking whether certain movements hurt or not.

It’s when I see them wave for the orange stretcher that things feel real again. Like everything was happening in slow motion until that moment. And I begin to cry again, my head now resting in Aggie’s lap as she runs a hand through my hair.

Every movement hurts as they transfer me from the ground to the stretcher, and I try not to scream out. A couple of the girls walk alongside me until the sideline, where Aggie grabs my hand and kisses me.

“I’ll come see you as soon as I can, okay?” I nod and watch as she runs back onto the pitch, her head turning every few steps to look at me, worry set in her eyes.

Turns out ‘as soon as I can’ would be much later. The medics had decided that instead of waiting until tomorrow or until we were back in England for a scan, it’d be best to go straight to the hospital. So we did.

Despite the usual wait to receive scan results, I’m sent back to the hall to wait for them. While waiting for the radiographer to call my name, Emma messages me asking if I wanted the team there. I decline the offer, knowing the girls would be exhausted after the last game of 2023 and would just want to sleep.

That doesn’t stop Aggie showing up.

I can hear the pounding of shoes hitting the linoleum ground, someone clearly running, but I don’t give it much thought as I scroll mindless on my phone. When she crouches in front of me, hands on my thigh to keep herself balanced, I have to try not to show how relieved I am. I knew what the results would be but hearing it makes it all the more real and I needed my girlfriend to hold my hand.

“Did we win?” a soft chuckle fills the air, and she nods as I put my phone in my pocket.

“3-1, because of your pass to Erin.”

“Oh, that’s good.” I’m aware of the glum look on my face as Aggie sits on the ground in front of me, allowing me to braid her hair repeatedly as we talk, waiting for the results.

“Ms L/n?” Aggie is quick to stand and turn to face the doctor while I struggle with the crutches.

“We know you already know what’s wrong but, to confirm, you’ve ruptured your anterior cruciate ligament in your right knee. You’ll be referred to a doctor and surgeon in England so you can arrange the surgery as soon as possible once you get home. I’m terribly sorry.” she leaves us with a woeful smile and the only thing I have to stop me from spiralling is Aggie’s hand on my shoulder.

“You’ll get through this. We will get through this. I’ll be there every step of the way. So will the girls. And if you fall down, I’ll pick you back up.” She kisses me on the forehead, and we begin the walk out to the parking lot, waiting for someone to pick us up.

Most people are asleep or relaxing in their rooms or the meal room by the time we get back to the hotel. Emma gives me a hug but doesn’t encourage us to stay or talk to anyone, knowing I’ll want to be alone with Aggie for a while.

“Getting on the plane tomorrow is going to be a challenge.” I try to laugh off the thought of all the normal activities that won’t be easy anymore as I shift onto my side of the bed.

“I’ll carry you, bridal style.” With that, Aggie hands me a gift, the gift she forgot on our date earlier in the day.

The box is rather heavy, and when I take off the lid, I find a photo album. It’s hard not to smile at the photo of us kissing that’s stuck to the cover.

“A page for every day we’ve spent together. For every day I’ve loved you.” I flick through the pages, reading some of the notes around the photos.

“This is why you take a photo of us every day?”

“I also just love capturing your beauty.” I pull her close to me and kiss her.

“I love you so much.”

“Not as much as I love you.”

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I ended up having my surgery on Christmas day. Aggie and my family had planned on having a big day together, opening presents and having a feed, and I felt guilty taking the joy away. There wasn’t really any other choice. Aggie held me the night before as I cried. Our bed felt like the only safe place, even in our apartment, so that’s usually where I stayed. The increase in rain felt very fitting for how I’d been feeling.

Once everyone started coming back from the Christmas break, our place became more lively. I still used a singular crutch just in case, but for the most part I could put solid weight on my leg again, which meant I was able to do more activities with the team. We would hold game nights and/or movie nights once a week and occasionally I’d cook a Sunday roast.

Eventually Aggie began to take me to training. I wasn’t able to do anything, but I enjoyed watching the girls and just being in the environment again. It also made me happy watching Aggie play, it was when she looked the most carefree, despite others claiming that was when she was with me.

Aggie hadn’t left my side. Helping me shower and do the exercises for my knee. She always made sure I was entertained and asked if I needed help. Most of our spare time together was spent with me wrapped in her arms, watching a shitty tv show or talking.

“What did the doc say?”

“The ligament is looking good. They still think I’m on track for getting back in the gym in May, test out that anti-gravity treadmill.”

“And you got the team physio check up tomorrow yeah?” I hum as I adjust myself in her arms, head slotting into the crook of her neck.

I was having weekly check-ups with the Chelsea medical team and my own physio, which made it rather nerve wracking, wondering if one would feel the same as the other. If we weren’t all on the same page, my recovery time could be pushed further back. The team physio check up was the last one to confirm that I’d be allowed to start training and building stamina back up next month.

When I arrived at Cobham in the training kit, I felt really good. Some of the girls who pulled up at the same time as us were screaming across the car park and wishing me luck in my first session back.

I knew I’d be stuck in the gym for at least 2 months before I was allowed back on the pitch. Even then it’d be another couple of months before I was properly training with the team again, but this was the first step, and nothing could take that joy from me.

The girls started their mornings off in the gym, which meant they were cheering me on and helping me as the trainers gave me exercises to do. Aggie spends most of the hour doing the exercises alongside me, only leaving to complete something mandatory or to get us more water.

“You don’t have to Ags. You should focus on your training.”

“I promised I’d be here every step of the way. I’ll do it all for you.” She locks the leg extension and gives me a hand to help me up.

“Now onto the anti-gravity machine. First time huh?” she gently bumps me with her shoulder as I get ready to step into the chamber before Lily, my designated trainer, enables the ‘anti-gravity.’

“Oh this feels weird.” The way my body lifts with every step eases the pressure on my knee as I start to get used to it.

“Look at you! This is so cool.” Aggie doesn’t stop smiling as she watches me, some of the other girls occasionally making their way over to watch.

As predicted, 2 months later I begin training on the pitch. It felt lonely, watching the girls and being so close to joining them, yet so far. But I knew I was nearly there. Lily helped me with building up speed and getting used to the feel of the boots and grass again. Then came shooting practice; standing, getting passed a ball, and shooting. Eventually we added the training mannequins and Lily played goalkeeper as I manoeuvre around the pitch and obstacles.

Aggie likes to join us at lunch or sometimes gets excused by Emma to help me.

“Aggiiiie. I’m supposed to have the ball you’re supposed to just block me.”

“You gotta fight for the ball or take it off someone at some point.” Her cheeks are that beautiful pink as she grins at me.

“I hate you.” I puff out as I try to catch my breath.

“I’m wounded.” A hand falls to her heart before she approaches me, the ball still at her feet, and she leans in for a kiss.

“Nuh uh you’re being mean.”

“No I am not! Please one kiss.”

“Fine.” As she closes her eyes again and leans in, I swipe the ball from underneath her and start to run to the goal.

“What the fuck!?”

“Get better babe!” I take a shot around Lily, although not very hard considering her lack of goalkeeper training, and watch as it slots into the back of the net.

“73 minutes in and number 10 Lauren James is being subbed off! Who for? It’s Y/n L/n making her first appearance of the 24/25 season after rupturing her ACL in the Champion’s League in December last year. Her first game in 326 days at a sold-out Stamford Bridge! And who else is there to walk with her onto the pitch, if not her girlfriend and one of Chelsea’s star strikers, Aggie Beever Jones. Today is a great day for it.”

I try not to cry as Aggie takes my hand, making my way to my position. The cheer from the crowd as I jog on is deafening and I clap back at them before the ref blows the whistle.

Not long into play, Aggie makes a run forward, and I find a clear space between players near the goal and call for the ball. She kicks it and it soars through the air, making contact with my head as I jump. The net ripples as it skims passed the Arsenal keeper, and I’m making a run for Aggie to celebrate.

“First game back and you scored! Let’s fucking go!” she grabs me by my face and pulls me in. The kiss is unexpected but welcome in celebration.

We win 4-0, and Aggie and I find ourselves tangled up in our sheets, tracing patterns on each other’s bare skin as we whisper messages of love and adoration for the other.

“I’d do anything for you.”

“You did everything for me.”

Y/N_L/N

Y/N_L/N: this is a thank you letter to the one who’s stood by me for 3 years. who’s loved and cared for me when I didn’t think anyone would. a year ago today I ruptured my ACL, on our anniversary, and in the year since then we’ve only grown stronger, loved each other harder, fallen deeper. i'd do it all for you, like you did for me

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Beth and Viv’s new doco on their ACL journey really helped me with writing this. Obviously not everyone’s journey is the same so I tried to make it as different as I could with ruining it all together. I hope they’re proud of the doc because it’s really going to help people, and hopefully encourage more funding in researching the ACL injuries in women’s football and help with creating boots designed for women, so it lowers the risk of injuries like ACLs.

#woso x reader #woso #womens soccer #wsl #woso fanfics #aggie beever jones #aggie beever jones x reader #aggie beever-jones #chelsea women #chelsea fcw #cfcw

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florencemtrash · 10 months

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Let them find us here

Azriel x OC oneshot (but honestly I just like to write with a name instead of ‘reader’ or ‘y/n’)

Warnings: Descriptions of violence and death

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Niamh liked to imagine Az with wrinkles - crow's feet splintering out from the corners of his golden eyes as proof of the laughter he so rarely expressed, like the first cracking of ice along the river when spring whispered warmth over the ground. She imagined how he would look with silver shooting through his raven-black hair like stars across the sky. She liked to imagine the textures and smells of a quiet life with him - coming home after another long day at the clinic, the sharp scent of herbs clinging to her coat, and being greeted by the sight of him sitting in his usual spot by the windowsill, sipping his favorite tea and flipping through reports.

But the quiet life was never theirs to possess.

Never had been, never would be.

Blood and bodies, damp and suffocating, assaulted her nose. She would have breathed through her mouth if it weren’t for the faint taste of death that fell on her tongue. She tuned out the noises of protest from those around her as she forced herself into a sitting position. It surprised her how easily the screams of battle could slither beneath her consciousness.

Az. Where was Az?

Fingers weakly grabbed at her ankles as she passed limping from the arrowhead still lodged in her right knee.

She tried to be careful, tried not to look down as she moved through the sludge of bodies whispering apologies that would fall on empty ears. How many of these people were her’s? How many belonged to the enemy?

Niamh did not know and did not care. War made victims of them all.

Where was Az?

He’d run ahead of her, disappearing into the swarm of fae that made efforts to breach the palace steps. She felt the faint crush of bones, the tugging of skin, the sinking of her boot through ruined flesh.

There was nothing to do but continue forward.

She found Az laying on the marble steps, back pressed against one of the pearl-white pillars that held up the golden roofs of the Summer Court. Rays of sunlight poured out from the cracked ceiling pooling gently on his tanned skin and mixing with the blood stains and shadows that swam over his body. If it weren’t for the wreckage around them and the Illyrian leathers sticking to his body with sweat, Niamh could imagine she was coming home to find him sprawled out on the living room couch, raven-black hair flapping gently in the breeze that liked to fill their apartment with the smells of baking bread from the cafe downstairs.

She crawled to him, collapsing on the ruined floor and grabbing hold of his face. His eyes were closed as if in sleep, brows relaxed, eyelids flitting about from some unknown dream.

“Az?” she murmured desperately, giving him a small shake. His skin was clammy to the touch and she brushed away the silky strands of hair that stuck to his forehead with blood.

They’d shut down both sides of the bond before the battle, left each other with only the faintest of kisses that whispered the promise I’ll be back. This won’t be the end.

The empty space in her chest clenched painfully like a stomach starved.

The faintest of sighs left Azriel’s lips as his eyes opened. He thought he was dreaming. Dreaming of his wife. Dreaming of his mate.

“Niamh,” the name left him like a prayer, “Niamh.”

She choked back a sob, feeling the presence of him enter her soul again. “Hello, my love.” She pressed a kiss to his temple, her body finding its rightful place curled up against Azriel’s side.

He buried his face in the crook of her neck, seeking out the familiar smell of her, the pulse of her heart beneath his lips.

He was tired, more tired than he’d ever been in his life. The kind of exhaustion that seeped into his bones and settled there as sure as water settles into the earth. Niamh was tired as well. He could feel it in the way she slumped against him, the way the thump of her heart slowed to match his.

“I thought you were going to leave without me,” she whispered.

“Never.”

Somewhere in the distance she heard the ringing of bells.

One…

Two…

Three…

Four…

The fifth bell never came. They’d won.

Somehow Niamh found it within her to laugh, but the sound came out broken and wet.

Az held her closer to him.

Even after all this time, even after everything they’d been through, she could find it within her to laugh. It was her laughter that he’d first fallen in love with. The sound had raced through the halls of the River House as swiftly and with as much power as the wind that roared in his ears during flight. It had cracked through the barriers he’d placed around his heart before tearing them down with all the stubbornness and determination Niamh possessed in her body. She’d made it a personal mission to make him like her, and she’d succeeded. After over 900 years of life, Azriel was glad it was the last sound he would ever hear.

Niamh felt him fading and her soul slowly flicked out in response, intent on chasing Azriel across whatever lands lay beyond. She would follow him to their final resting place.

“I love you, Niamh.”

“I love you, Az.”

Let them find us here. Azriel prayed the words to whatever gods existed. Let them find our bodies here… together. It was the only taste of comfort he’d be able to give his family after he was gone.

The time they’d had together would never be enough. So, just as they’d promised one another on the night of their wedding 365 deceptively short years ago, they followed one another to the very end and continued following even after.

Author’s note:

This is the first piece of writing I’ve ever posted anywhere so... I’m rather nervous about it. But! I can’t get better unless I try so I hope you enjoyed it and please let me know if you have recommendations/thoughts for how I can improve my writing.

#acotar #azriel #azriel x reader #azriel x oc #acotar fanfiction #sarah j maas #acotar azriel #character death #acotar oneshot #azriel shadowsinger #azriel oneshot

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lume7 · 1 year

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Bernard the Elf x Reader Part 2

This is a continuation from this post -> https://at.tumblr.com/lume7/bernard-the-elf-x-reader/pa56xg380ez3

- After the events of the first movie you and Bernard became pen pals. The two of you wrote to each other on a weekly basis and a good friendship of sorts flourished.

- You and Charlie would go up to the North Pole every year in the two weeks leading up to Christmas after school would end and help out around the workshop.

- Sometimes your brother and you would also get to visit random times of the year in which there was a little downtime in the year’s Christmas preparations but those rarely happened.

- It was at one of these random visits throughout the year that the passage of time became apparent and that Bernard couldn’t deny you were no longer the short middle schooler he had first met five years ago. You had hit a growth spurt and was now only a few inches shorter than him. Yet, the most frightening part to Bernard was that distinct difference in the speed of your aging. While he still looked like an older teen just as he had five years ago you had caught up and he knew you would quickly pass him up in the aging process. Your life was quickly turning into another blink in his long life.

- That’s when Bernard’s random appearances into your everyday life began. Ballet performance? He’d be there with flowers and greet you after the show. Visiting a museum? Bernard fancied himself a trip to learn more to help make Christmas better even if it was completely unrelated.

- When that year’s Christmas visit came you were a senior in highschool and in the middle of applications, essays, some acceptance letters and trying to figure out what you were going to do after graduation that upcoming spring. In those two weeks leading up to Christmas you had your head buried in all of that and holed up in your room at the North Pole than being out and about helping like you did in the years past.

- One late night Bernard brought you hot chocolate as an excuse to get you to stop working and spend some time with you. The pair of you went for a walk, ended up below some mistletoe and shared a quick little peck.

- After the peck Bernard immediately began apologizing but you grabbed him by his shirt and gave him another and much longer kiss.

- Fast forward to the Santa Clause 2; The pair of you are in an established relationship, you finished college and now live in the North Pole.

- A good combination of pure genetic luck and spending so much extra time at the North Pole through college has slowed down your aging exponentially. (Think like fae folklore, e.g. Niamh & Oisin) Since your permanent residence at the North Pole you are unable to leave the magical/fae parts of the world without risking everything. As long as you’re with Bernard and in the magical/fae parts of the world like the North Pole you can stay with him but the moment you choose to return to the human world all the time that has passed will immediately catch up with you.

- However, Bernard does not share this fact with you and merely redirected you every time the risk of you going back to the human world came.

- The fact that you no longer are in the human world greatly damaged your relationship with Charlie compared to how it was when he was younger. This added to Charlie’s behavioral issues and how he ended up on the naughty list.

- Bernard and Curtis discovered the “Mrs Clause” and kept you in the dark about it too.

- Abby was nervous about delivering the news about Charlie being put on the naughty list. She confided in you about it, obviously you’re shocked but promised to help Abby deliver the news to your dad.

- After Abby gave your dad the hot cocoa, you told him the news about Charlie being on the naughty list. Curtis came in and was excited about the thought that the “Mrs Clause” had been shared and that’s when stuff started falling apart.

- Being caught in between the divorce for most of your childhood did not make you quite keen on the idea of your dad remarrying. The fact that Charlie had ended up on the naughty list made you feel guilty because old habits die hard and you still felt like you had to take care of him like you did when you were younger.

- The duplicate toy Santa was made and you did not like it. Toy Santa gave you the creeps but you went along with it because it was the only plan you guys had in such a short response time. Also, you thought you would not have to spend much time with the Toy Santa as you were planning on going back with your dad to see Charlie.

- You were ready to go back with your dad and that’s when the final bombshell was dropped. Bernard was forced to tell you that the moment you returned to the human world all the time that had passed would immediately catch up with you. You were furious because he had purposefully left you in the dark about this fact and you were never given the opportunity to make the decision if you wanted to stop aging for yourself.

- Your dad is able to convince you to stay back by saying that he needed you to help around the workshop, not make any rash decisions and promises that you would all figure it out later. He would have hated to see you throw away something and someone that has made you undeniably happy.

- Nevertheless, you were fuming. Bernard and Curtis needed help with teaching Toy Santa? Nope, they were on their own. You busied yourself with other places in the workshop.

- You did everything in your power to avoid Bernard the next few weeks. Bernard was coming near the wrapping station? You would finish the present and go help Abby with the food. Bernard was on lunch and getting food? You went to go brush the reindeer.

- You refused to talk to Bernard unless absolutely necessary which was painful for anyone in the near vicinity when those moments came.

- Then things started going downhill at the workshop. Since Curtis had put in some of your dad’s memories to the Toy Santa (like knowing where his desk was) Toy Santa was convinced that he was truly your dad. When you were helping some of the elves in wrapping Toy Santa had come, one thing led to another and you ended up snapping back at Toy Santa.

- Next thing you knew you were locked in your room, grounded, for being disrespectful towards your “dad” aka Toy Santa. “How could he, ‘Santa’, expect the kids of the world to behave if his own daughter wasn’t behaving?”

- This whole ordeal went unknown to Bernard as he assumed you had gotten better at avoiding him in the workshop. He only realized what happened when he got put on house arrest by the Toy Santa. Bernard is being escorted to the room next to yours (which is Charlie’s when he comes up to the North Pole) when he sees the toy soldiers guarding your door.

- After the toy soldiers have tied him to the chair and locked him in the room you opened up the secret little peep door that connected the two rooms. The little door was tiny enough for your arm to go through and to peek. Charlie and you had added the secret connection one year as a way to coordinate secret midnight snacks. The pair of you would take turns sneaking up various goodies but you never imagined it would be used in a situation like this.

- Bernard is oblivious to it, since the little door had been a secret between Charlie and yourself. You end up balling up pieces of paper and tossing them at him to get his attention since the toy soldiers are still right outside the room. In hushed whispers you caught each other what had happened with the Toy Santa.

- The pair of you were about to start your escape plan when Charlie and Curtis came to the rescue.

- The attack on the toy soldiers began, snowballs, snowmobiles etc. At a point during the attack on toy soldiers, Bernard and yourself found yourselves fighting off the same one. In a flash the toy soldier turned its back to you and towards Bernard. In a panic, you pulled off your shoe, threw it at the toy soldier and distracted it enough for Bernard to give the final blow to the toy soldier. The pair of you laughed at the oddity of it, “Aren’t you supposed to throw a show at the rat king and not one of the toy soldiers?”

- Then you guys hugged for the first time since the beginning of the argument. “I missed you.” “I missed you too.” “This doesn’t mean I’m not still angry.” “I know.”

- You stopped avoiding Bernard, you both decided to enjoy Christmas and discuss everything after the holiday.

- Your dad married Carol and Christmas is saved. Yay!

#bernard the elf #bernard the elf x reader #Bernard the elf x gn!reader #bernard the elf imagine #the santa clause #i did say there would be more

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milflewis · 11 months

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niamh those tags just shot me down SEWISSSSSSSSSSSS warm and cuddly plssss

but do u see the vision!!!!!! as kyle and i were saying mb seb comes back with lewis and cooks him dinner bc you’re hosting me! it’s the least i can do! sit down lewis and relax. i have picked up some new skills yk? and so lewis does. watching seb move around his kitchen. music thrumming low. sun setting. they end up dancing at one point. lewis is full of skittering nervous energy so he twirls a very unimpressed roscoe around. seb giggling as he sways his hips awkwardly. head bopping. he looks ridiculous. lewis buries his face in roscoe’s neck to hide his smile.

the food is delicious and seb’s nose scrunches up when he laughs at lewis pretending to gag. cheeks pinking when he sees lewis scrape the plate clean. and then it’s off to bed! and oops! somewhere between throwing suds at each other and wiping down the table. chit chatting. roscoe has managed to pee on the spare bed! and i can’t have you sleeping on my couch seb! not after you making me dinner! well YOU have qualifying tomorrow so you can’t sleep on the couch either!

and so they end up sharing lewis’s bed. it’s huge after all. they keep talking as seb changes into spare clothes that lewis owns after showering. hair damp at the edges. whispering under the sheets even tho they’re alone. the room flooded with shadows and quiet. lewis falls asleep first. eased into it by seb’s soft recollection of all his different plants that he’s now growing. someone presses a thumb gently into the corner of his eyes as he drifts. a finger running down his cheek.

they wake up tangled together. seb’s feet caught between lewis’s calves. seb’s hair in his face. he smells like lewis. the room is bathed in sunlight and lewis hamilton is thirty nine years old and he is racing today and sebastian vettel is in his bed and he smells like lewis.

#oops i may have gotten a bit carried away. sorry :((#do u see what i am trying to say tho #my apologies if this is incoherent i am v hingry n v tired n v heart sore #sewis #anon tag #niamh.asks

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wellbelesbian · 8 months

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WIP Wednesday

or tuesday i guess, because tumblr started glitching when i scheduled this and clearly got the day and time wrong

thank you for all the tags this past week @confused-bi-queer @cutestkilla @you-remind-me-of-the-babe @fatalfangirl and @ileadacharmedlife

here's some of chapter three for my @carryonthroughtheages fic. i'm making pretty good progress on it, considering how i usually procrastinate until the last minute for fic events. i mean, i still haven't even finished my 2021 fic. it guilt haunts me, and i promise i'll get to it eventually.

but for this fic, three chapters and various smaller scenes done! yay! i'm hoping to have at least the first five chapters written before the first chapter is due to go up, and i have a poll i need answering regarding how i should post it, but i'll put that after the wip:

Already, he’s looking through the shelves, pulling random books down and tossing them aside when they’re not what he’s looking for.

“Hey!” Niamh shouts. “Quit wrecking my shop!"

"What are you after?” Gareth asks from his spot on the floor.

“Maps!” Simon shouts back, head buried in the stacks.

“Uh, what’s going on?” Agatha asks me. I shrug, as lost as her. Niamh and Simon continue to argue.

“Where the hell are your maps?”

“This is a queer bookshop, why the fuck would we have maps?”

“Uh, there’s a map book right here.” Shepard says, pulling the right book out from its place. Simon falls upon it and starts flicking through the pages rapidly.

“We need a mining town. We can go over the union’s head, give directly to the people!”

“That’s mad.” Niamh shakes her head.

“It’s brilliant!” Penelope says.

“Just mad enough to work.” Gareth agrees, getting to his feet.

okay, so my question is, once the COTTA posting period is up and I can post the rest freely, should I have a weekly release schedule, or drop all the completed chapters in one go then release whatever is left as i finish it? each chapter is about 1,600 words, btw.

i'll tag everyone who tagged me on sunday, as well as @prettygoododds @imagineacoolusername @ic3-que3n @forabeatofadrum @facewithoutheart @bazzybelle @theearlgreymage @aristocratic-otter @blackberrysummerblog @hushed-chorus @ebbpettier and @youarenevertooold

#wip wednesday #my writing #my fics #carry on through the ages #cotta 2023 #poll

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starstruckunknown-princess · 1 year

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The Embers Never Fade - Black Rose Part 5

Summary: Rhysand and Niamh turn a spark into a flame.

Pairings: Rhysand x OC (Niamh, no physical description but AFAB parts are mentioned)

Warnings: SMUT SMUT SMUTTY SMUTTY SMUT MINORS DO NOT INTERACT! A hint of pining, use of mind powers for dirty talk, mention of past SA (not descriptive), fingering/handjob, mild choking, a little cumplay, begging, P in V sex (wrap it before you tap it, y’all), feelings talk, mentions of complex relationship dynamics. Plus Rhysand is a warning on his own.

Word Count: 3223

A/N: This is my first time posting smut that I’ve written, only my second time writing it so please be gentle! Rhys sure isn’t ;)

All joking aside, since this is a new subject for me I appreciate feedback more than usual! Likes, Comments, Reblogs, Notes, anything!

Title is from “Tonight, Tonight” by The Smashing Pumpkins, Banner made by me.

Enjoy!!

Part 3 | Part 4 | Masterlist

It didn’t take long for Niamh to crave Rhysand in all the ways she used to. Fifty years of absence, then nearly three months of avoiding him had indeed made her heart — among other parts — grow fonder.

The High Lord certainly didn’t help matters.

He was sweet. Thoughtful. When they were apart, he’d send her little missives written on scraps of paper about how boring his meetings were and how much he missed her. He brought her seeds for rare plants she could grow in her garden or greenhouse. He’d even suggested some changes she could make to her small home to make it habitable for him — turning the spare bedroom into a walk-in closet and replacing the tub with one large enough for two.

And yet, he hadn’t made any moves to restore their physical relationship. He’d promised he would let her take the lead on that front, and she had to admire his restraint. He hadn’t so much as asked for a kiss on the cheek or to hold her hand while they were on their various dates.

Together they’d spent an afternoon walking through the Rainbow, dipping into any little shops that caught their eye. He’d taken her to the botanical gardens and listened to her lecture him about the different species of plants they encountered. Her first family dinner back they had partnered for charades and wiped the floor with Mor and Cassian while Amren and Azriel had buried themselves in books.

A few times she’d caught him with his hand hovering near her shoulder or the small of her back, but he’d pull the hand away and bury it in his hair or shove it into his pocket when she noticed. She could tell his patience was fraying.

Niamh’s own patience was wearing thin.

Tonight he’d taken her out to dinner at her favorite restaurant along the Sidre. While walking home, their hands kept brushing against each other until she threaded her fingers in between his. She couldn’t miss the self-satisfied smirk on his handsome face as they approached her front door.

“Well,” he said, “I’ve seen you home safe and sound. I suppose I should take my leave.”

He didn’t let go of her hand, instead raising their entwined fingers to place feather-light kisses along her knuckles. The way his violet eyes locked onto hers, radiating care and adoration and confidence, had broken her.

He wouldn’t be leaving her. Not tonight.

Using her free hand, Niamh grabbed the High Lord by the back of the neck and pressed their lips together, their entwined hands squished between their chests so she could feel both of their heartbeats.

The kiss was cathartic, passionate, burning with pent-up hunger. He used his free hand to skate down her shoulders to her hips, pulling her against his body. He turned them, lips reacquainting themselves with each other, and pressed her against the front door of her house.

Niamh groped for the doorknob, opening the door and stumbling backward into the foyer with a girlish giggle. Rhys caught her, a rich laugh emanating from deep in his chest. A second later he was pressing her back to him, his nose brushing along her neck, inhaling her scent and groaning. Distantly, she heard her front door slam shut and lock.

“You smell incredible, Sweetrose,” he said, the deeper tone of his words making her shiver. His hands rested on her hips again, the feeling burning through her. Plush lips pressed themselves into the skin of her shoulder, trailing up her neck and finding the spot that made her melt.

Niamh’s head fell back and she moaned, “Rhys…”

“Mmm, I love it when you moan my name.”

His reply made her arousal spike and she pulled out of his grasp, latching her mouth to his. Ravenous, she shoved her hands into his hair while he pulled the short sleeves of her dress down over her shoulders.

His lips parted from hers and attacked her neck and collarbones and the tops of her breasts, sucking hard and then soothing the skin with his tongue. Obviously he remembered how much she liked being marked up by him.

She remembered a few things of her own as well.

“Fuck, Rhys,” she moaned, pulling on his hair just enough to make it hurt. Rhys growled and nipped the plush top of her breast, she gasped in pleasure. Before she could retaliate, his strong arms wrapped under her ass and lifted her so his face was buried between her breasts. Niamh squealed in surprise.

“What are—”

“Bedroom,” was his only reply, slightly muffled by her tits. Niamh couldn’t help but giggle. Without moving his head, he blindly crossed through her living room and turned down the short hall that led to her bedroom. Depositing her on the bed, Rhys then hooked his hands under her knees and pulled her toward the edge.

Niamh sat up and he knelt on the floor in front of her, large hands stroking down her thighs. When he looked up at her she felt the question around the hedges made of adamant in her mind — the ones she’d constructed against his demadi powers.

Are you sure?

She nodded and lowered the walls — the sensations they shared with each other could be downright earth-shattering — leaning forward to press her forehead against his, eyes closed in the sheer bliss of being able to touch him again.

I want you, Rhys, but only if you’re ready.

She couldn’t help the flash of one of his frequent nightmares that appeared — of red hair, a piercing of blood red nails on his skin — then it was gone. Rhys’s hand gripped the back of her head and pressed his head harder against hers. Her eyes popped open, taking in his closed-eye expression and tracing his cheek with the tips of her fingers.

As she opened her mouth to apologize her mind was flooded with memories of the moments like this they had shared before he was imprisoned — Rhys kissing his way down her body, Niamh doing the same to him, every imaginable position, her fingers tracing his tattoos, the way her brow scrunched as she came — on and on he sent her the endless memories until she was flat against her bed. Whether she’d fallen or he’d guided her down, she didn’t know, nor did she have time to ponder it because the second the memories stopped Rhys rose from the floor and tugged at the skirt of her dress.

She propped herself on her elbows and took in her High Lord, standing tall and proud at the end of her mattress, his trademark smirk across his lips. The darkness of the night settled around him, along with the moonlight coming from the windows. He cut an imposing frame in the small room — she was glad he hadn’t unsheathed his wings lest he knock everything off her dresser and shelves.

His hand tugged at her skirt again, the other working the top button of his own black shirt and Niamh got the message before he had a chance to plant the idea in her mind.

I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.

Now take off your clothes before I rip them off.

Eager, High Lord? She teased into his mind and he tore the rest of his shirt off, growling low in his throat.

“You have no idea,” he said, leaning onto the mattress and nipping at her neck. A rush of cold air encircled her entire body. When she looked down, her dress had turned into black mist and was drifting away from her body, now naked before Rhys.

She only had a second to glare at him — You took too long — before his mouth was crashing against hers, his body leading her down onto the bed with his. Her core flooded with heat when his body slipped between her knees, his own arousal pressing against her inner thigh. She reached down and yanked at his belt; she needed him, now.

“Eager, Princess?” he chuckled in her ear, teeth scraping along her earlobe. All she could do was nod, working his zipper and reaching into his pants to reveal his length. When her hand wrapped around his thick cock he groaned, a new wave of arousal making her nearly drip.

“Fuck, Niamh,” he muttered as she squeezed and started pumping him in the way she remembered he loved. Rhys sat up on his knees, tracing his hands along her body and gazing down at her. His eyes were mere rings of violet around dilated pupils, blown out with lust. He looked down at her adoringly, watching her stroking his cock for a moment, then stroked a long line through her folds. She moaned loudly while his fingers worked at her aching sex, spreading her open for him.

“You’re so wet,” he marveled, tilting his head to watch, “And I’ve barely touched you.”

Her hips moved against his digits, seeking friction, and he obliged by slipping a finger in and crooking it, sending a jolt of pleasure ricocheting through her. A second finger joined quickly, slowly pumping in and out of her. She squeezed his fingers with every pass and his breath hitched.

Rhys’s head dropped back and exposed the long line from his throat down to his throbbing cock and Niamh couldn’t resist — she ran her free hand from the base of his cock over his chiseled stomach, between his stunning pecs with swirling tattoos, and let her hand rest at the base of his neck, squeezing lightly.

Rhys gasped out a breath, then found her bundle of nerves and pressed, making her cry out. His free hand came to cup one of her breasts, then he bent and flicked his tongue across her sensitive nipple, all while his fingers still worked their magic inside her. She felt her climax approaching.

“Please, Rhys,” she begged. “I need you.”

Before she finished her sentence he shoved her hand off his purple-headed dick and lined himself up against her entrance. Raising the fingers that had been inside her a moment ago, he held eye contact with her as he licked them clean. She whimpered at the obscene sight and the feeling of him pressing insistently against her wet hole.

He tore his eyes away from hers and looked down at where they were almost joined. Rhys loved watching his cock disappear into her.

So pretty for me, he said into her mind as he slid inside inch by inch, letting her adjust around him. Feel so fucking good. Fuck, I missed you. Not gonna last long…

Me neither, she replied, then out loud she breathed, “Fuck me, Rhys.”

It started slow, allowing for each of them to find their long-lost rhythms, him dragging along her inner walls and her arching against him to drive him deeper, deeper, with every thrust. Once they found it, which didn’t take long, Rhys picked up his pace and it was all Niamh could do but cling to him, nails digging into the muscles of his back and heels pressing into his ass as she moved with him.

His thrusts were deep and brutal and fast, each one sparking waves of flame that tore through her as he hit the spot deep within her that made her see stars. Between the stars and the flame, she wailed with almost overwhelming pleasure.

This was healing.

This was homecoming.

This was reunion.

“‘M gonna cum, love,” he grunted, hand seeking out her clit again. “Cum for me, cum for me.”

She clenched, their labored breathing and his dirty words throttling her toward release. His thumb circled her clit once, twice more, and she was thrown into ecstasy.

Her thighs trembled and her throat went hoarse as he plunged into her again and again, his own pace faltering just as her orgasm was sputtering out. As his release coated her walls, he pressed their foreheads together again, sending her nothing but affection and love and gratitude before sliding out of her which made them both shudder.

He lay back for a moment and they stared up at the canopy of her bed, criss-crossed by a climbing pothos plant. She looked over at him, his stunning profile in sharp relief against the moonlit window. Mother above, he was gorgeous. His eyes were closed, a satisfied smile curving his perfect lips. His ink-black hair was disheveled and a flush crept over his perfect cheekbones, hands resting on his stomach. Satisfaction rolled off of him, invading her own mind for a moment.

Was she satisfied? Sexually, yes, very much yes, but in other aspects? She didn’t know. Niamh didn’t know what came next for them or what this “pelvic reunion” — as he’d jokingly called it — meant for their relationship, or if it even meant anything at all.

They were grown-ass High Fae, however, and the ambiguity between them was frustrating. Niamh couldn’t let herself fully trust his actions. Doubt consistently crept into any sweet moment they shared, like now as they reclined in post-coital bliss.

She shifted to lay on her side, facing away from him. He was quick to fill in the space behind her, wrapping one arm over her waist and the other under her head to act as a pillow. For a moment she allowed herself to savor his closeness, how his sculpted form felt pressed up against her naked back.

If she’d learned anything from her sessions with Hypatia it was that it was always better to ask for what one needed. She needed to know.

“What are we doing, Rhys?”

“Cuddling,” He responded casually as he brushed light kisses along her bare shoulder. The hand of the arm under her head came up and played with a strand of her hair.

“That’s not what I meant.”

“Then what did you mean, Sweetrose?”

“We slept together and you have a mate,” she whispered.

“Ah, that.” She felt him shrug against her back, “The bond hasn’t been accepted, she doesn’t even know what it is. And she still hates me. We have time, Niamh, trust me.”

Guilt welled within her.

“So…what?” Niamh nudged him away from her and got out of bed, yanking on the silk robe that was tossed over the back of her vanity chair. She tied it off with a sharp snap of fabric. “I’m just someone to fuck until Feyre realizes she’s your mate?”

“It’s not like that,” he started, reaching over the space she had just occupied, beckoning her back into bed with him. “Come back to bed.”

“But it feels like that!” She noticed his fist clench in her sage-colored sheet at her words. “It’s all I can ever be to you now, a place holder while you-”

He interrupted her this time, vaulting off the bed with impressive speed and gripping onto her upper arms. He hunched over to look her in the eye, intensity radiating from him in powerful waves. “You are not a place holder. I love you! I have loved you for hundreds of years, despite everything that should’ve kept us apart. You have always had my heart, my very soul, Niamh.”

The adamant hedges around her mind were still down and he took advantage of that, sending her wave after wave of love. It swept through her mind and made it nearly impossible for her to remain rational. She clung to the life raft full of questions she had, arguments to be made. Slowly, she put her walls back up.

“You speak of everything that should’ve kept us apart while ignoring the biggest thing that will for sure come between us.” Niamh pulled out of his grasp and put some space between them, “Even if she doesn’t know, even if she hasn’t accepted it, you’re mated, and I can’t see a way around that.”

She turned around and wrapped her arms around herself, missing his presence even though he was mere steps away.

Over the last few weeks she read more about mating bonds. Everything she read said basically the same thing; mating bonds were rare and sacred. No magic could break it, and denying one would most certainly drive one or both parties mad. Part of her wished that Rhys would move on and forget about her, focus his love on his mate so it would hurt less when they were torn apart by the bond.

“Do you think if I could help how I felt about you that I would be here?” She heard him approach, felt the warmth of his bare body through the silk of her robe when he came to stand behind her, not touching her. “My parents were mates, equals, and they fucking hated each other. I seem to recall a certain Spring Court High Lord and his Lady who also weren’t too fond of one another?”

He was right — she hated that he was right. A Mating Bond, however unbreakable, did not mean the mates would be happy together. Her own parents had given her a grim look at what an unhappy mating looked like; her father, an abusive rageful tyrant, and her mother, a shrinking violet too afraid of her husband’s wrath to defend her children against him.

She turned and leaned her butt against her vanity, arms still crossed and looking up into his violet eyes that brimmed with concern and a touch of fear.

“Don’t you love her?” Niamh asked, not sure which answer she preferred. He’d told her he loved his mate — Feyre, she remembered — when they’d reconciled over tea.

Slowly, Rhys nodded and ran a hand through his hair. “I do love her. I also love you, and like you said love isn’t finite,” he explained, closing the distance between them, tilting her chin up with a finger so she had to look him in the eye. “The Cauldron gave me a mate, yes, but thoughts of you, Niamh, got me through every damn day in that prison and most of the days since my return. I love you. I will never stop loving you, even if Feyre accepts the bond.”

“I…I know. But this whole nebulous, complicated thing is difficult. Knowing that you’re going to have something permanent and special and I’ll be alone…it hurts.”

He tilted his head like a confused puppy, “You don’t think we’re permanent?”

“Bonds are intense, powerful magic. Who’s to say that you won’t forget all about me once she accepts?” Niamh shrugged, annoyance with herself rising. Why couldn’t she just accept that Rhys loved her and be happy?

The answer was obvious. She would get hurt, and she’d rather have it be her fault than his. It was easier that way, cleaner. But she felt her desire to keep fighting against herself waning, her impulse to seize the moment with Rhys eclipsing it.

Rhys reached out his hands to her, his sculpted muscles moving under his golden skin as he did. She unfolded her arms and put her hands in his.

“I don’t know what will happen, Niamh, but I need you to believe that I will always come back to you. You will never lose me again, I swear. On my life, my position as High Lord, on fucking Velaris itself.”

His sincerity overwhelmed her. And finally — finally — she let herself believe him.

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can we have a ficlet for camp champ for niamh please

camp champ ficlet

"niamy! niamy! niamhy!"

"oh no." you winced knowing exactly what those chants would be for, burying your face in millies shoulder as she patted your head. "watch out! crazy legs is on the dance floor again." the blonde laughed as you dared to sneak a peek and groaned.

"who lets her do this? who tells her its a good idea? why encourage her?" you shook your head, downing your drink making millie laugh even louder. "everyone! cause she's fucking hilarious." the girl shrugged honestly as you playfully punched her shoulder.

"oi! ya missus wants ya." ella collapsed next to you with a grin and a wiggle of her eyebrows, everyone having a drink and a dance to celebrate the semi final win over australia earlier this evening.

"sorry tooney i'm single for tonight, crazy legs is not my girlfriend." you shook your head again more firmly, stealing millies drink as the taller girl pinched your leg and strode off to find a refill. "crazy legs is the best!" ella laughed clapping you on the back.

your girlfriends nickname stemmed from the way that her limbs seemed to refuse to function normally when she was drunk. combine that with the passion she seemed to have for cutting a move on the dance floor and the way she would erratically spasm and wiggle her body lead to grave embarrassment for you and endless amusement for everyone else.

you'd known crazy legs for far longer than anyone else, having babysat her at many parties or bore witness to her shenanigans late night in your shared living room after a wine filled date night or family dinner.

"baby!" speak of the devil and the devil shall appear, ella scurrying off as niamh stumbled her way over.

"hi love." you couldn't help but grin as she danced her way toward you, still encouraged on by your team mates as you bit your bottom lip. "do ya find this sexy? this is my love dance." niamh slurred swinging her body around as you covered your mouth with your hand.

"i think its time for some water niamhy." you quickly stood to grab her as she stumbled, tripping herself over as she let out a loud boom of laughter and you struggled to keep her taller form upright. "nooo babe don't be a buzzkill!" the defender groaned.

"dance floors looking lonely charles!" at that she was back up and out of your arms, trapping your hand in hers as she pulled you with her despite your protests.

"niamh no!" you laughed as she dragged you with her, pulling you now into her arms as she swayed and swung her body around, hanging onto you somewhat restricting her normal flailing about as the music pumped around you.

"niamh!" you yelped as she dipped you, letting go of you as lotte hurried to save you from falling, your girlfriend smiling guiltily as you were back on your feet.

"you can't stay mad at this baby, look!" niamh swung her arms around, looking more like a chicken than a footballer as her legs kicked and bent, the small crowd around roared with laughter only spurring her on further.

the chant of crazy legs echoed around you as the song ended and niamh struck a pose as you covered your mouth with your hand and a shake of your head.

that was after all, the love of your life.

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A Sneezy Season at Santa’s

Chapter 11: A Key to the Mystery

Info About This Choose Your Own Adventure

Cherry seemed to perk up after your response, but she still wasn’t as bright as she usually was.

“Thanks. And you’ve been a huge help too. Hopefully this is all just a big misunderstanding, and we’ll finish the tour and get you checked in before you can say ‘And a happy new year’!”

After saying a red-faced goodbye to Martha, you followed Cherry into the lobby.

“Okay, let’s just check a few of the surrounding departments. We don’t want to get too off-track.”

First, you went back to the room with the pets waiting to be given to good little kids on Christmas. Sure enough, there were several red-nosed elves, who were sneezing up a storm despite never having any allergies to animals before.

Then the brainstorming area. Empty containers filled with used tissues and several elves laying their head on the table told you all you needed to know.

“They were fine just a minute ago!” Cherry exclaimed. “How could they be sneezing already?”

You agreed that it was strange. It couldn’t have been more than fifteen minutes when you saw them last.

“Maybe…it’s a virus? Some seasonal bug? Yeah, that’s it! It’s just a cold, and since we’re all working in such close quarters, it just spread quickly, that’s all!”

Cherry ran her hands up and down her overall straps.

“This is just one portion of the workshop. Maybe we could check the other sections, but it would take way too long to go to all of them…oh, wait!”

With a sharp turn, she made her way past the large Christmas tree.

“We might now be able to check every part of the workshop, but I know some elves who can!”

On the far wall, there was a large elevator, with the same shine and pattern as a candy cane. Cherry stepped inside, and you joined her. She pushed second to top button, and the doors closed with a short, soft melody.

“If we can use the central office’s daily records — y’know, calling in sick, complaints, absences — then we can see how far the sneezing has spread, and we can take the appropriate measures.”

Cherry gave you a quick glance, then her signature pacifying smile.

“But that doesn’t mean we can’t enjoy some elevator music, right?”

She hummed nervously along to the tune as the elevator climbed from one floor to the next. Finally, the door opened on the fifth floor, and Cherry hurried you both out.

Before you was the largest room you’d seen on the tour. Rows upon rows of desks, each with a black typewriter, lined every corner of the room.

But, despite its size, it was mostly empty, besides a single elf, who was typing away with the receiver of an old rotary phone between his ear and shoulder.

“Yes, H as in holly…I’m aware. It was my great aunt’s middle name — though that isn’t exactly the point of this call, if you don’t mind…I would, m’am, but I am the only - snf-! - representative available at the moment…just use my ID number…”

The elf noticed the two of you standing at the elevator, and put one finger up.

“What do you mean you don’t take IDs? Koff!Why on Kringle’s white beard would I need both? If you input the number, you’ll get my file, and then you can…hhh’KTCH!”

He turned away from the phone to sneeze, and you saw the elf’s straight, pointed nose, red and rubbed raw. He hurried to put his ear to the phone again. Cherry gave you a worried look.

“Why don’t I…please…you know what? Merry Christmas, m’am. Hopefully next time I call someone more - snf-! - helpful will answer. Goodbye.”

The elf slammed the phone back on the hook, and buried his face into his hands, rubbing his temples.

“And to what do I owe the pleasure, Cherry?” he asked, not looking up. “As if I don’t already have enough to do?”

Cherry leaned over to you, whispering in your ear.

“That’s Niamh. Sorry, he isn’t usually this…um…”

“If I could get a response sometime today, that would be fantastic,” Niamh interrupted. He pointed at you.

“And they need an appointment, Cherry, you know that. You can’t just bring new employees into the central office. There are sensitive documents that must be — hhh’KTSH!”

He let out another painful stifle, then massaged the bridge of his nose.

“And if you need the main key, you can’d just keep coming into my office. Go through the number like everyone else.”

Niamh was certainly more…stern than the others you’d seen. But he was obviously not feeling his best, though that didn’t give him any right to be so nasty.

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