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dinsbeskar · 9 months ago

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LILY OH MY GOD

I'm just about to read your second part but I realised this was still sitting in my drafts 🤦‍♀️ amazing, stunning, 10/10

So, perhaps it was a shawl that started it all – at least it was this way in Annatar’s version of your love story. And whenever you would ask your husband why he had chosen you out of all the Elven maidens of Eregion, he would always remind you that you had been the only one who had treated him with dignity and had cared for him even when he had been still in his human form.

AHHHHHHH I LOVE THIS SO MUCH

Like yes I want to believe it is truly bc he fell in love with the maiden who treated him so kindly, purely bc she is kind and caring, but obviously there has to be something deeper and more twisted to it, that she is Celebrimbor's ward, that she's easily manipulated. Goddd why can't he be normal for 5 minutes 😂

“It’s been months since our wedding… I have not even thought of that…” You admitted. “Because, to me, you are the grandest gift, my love,” you replied, truthfully. He smiled at you adoringly and caressed the side of your face with his fingertips but there was a playful sparkle dancing in his gaze.

HE IS THE GRANDEST GIFT, babe I love this, and he'd love the ego boost too 🙌

“How do you want to name her, my love?” He asked. “Your daughter?��

“Our daughter,” you fixed him and tried to hand him the baby. He froze for a moment but he eventually took the newborn child into his own hands as he kept staring at the little face with a very unreadable expression. “A-are you happy?” You asked, suddenly getting anxious.

What do you mean, "your daughter"??? Bro wtf shut up!!!! God daddy annatar is uhhh sending me a little

“It was not the vision itself that scared me,” Annatar turned around to look at you. He was still disturbed and surprised as his fists clenched around the railing of the balcony. “It was the fact I was not strong enough to make it stop. Could you ever do that?” He asked you and you opened your mouth a little. “I should be able to make it stop easily.”

AHHHHHHHHH WE LOVE TO SEE HIM SCARED, that'll teach you bro, it's what you deserve!!!

Absolutely loved this, I'm reading the second part now 🙌👏👌🤌💜

— BLESSED (I)

PART TWO

PAIRING — Sauron x fem!half-Elf!Reader

SUMMARY — Your daughter is starting to show character traits and abilities that you have no idea where she could have inherited them from. In the meantime, your husband is growing frustrated with Celebrimbor when it comes to forging the rings.

AUTHOR’S NOTE — There will be a second part where she finds out who her husband is but in this one she remains oblivious, although there are signs of course – to which the Reader is blind and deaf. 🤣 I have probably butchered the lore but I didn't even bother to google much about it because I had my own idea how to write it. 🙈 The Reader is a half-Elf because it is useful in Sauron's scheme (trying to convince Celebrimbor to forge the rings for men – Celebrimbor is like a father to Annatar's wife). What I know about the canon, though, is that Sauron actually spent centuries in Eregion. So, in this fic he spends a few years, which is still not a lot but longer than in the show.

WARNINGS — Reader's father is dead (he was human, so she outlived him), manipulating, gaslighting, lowkey toxic and abusive marriage between the Reader and Annatar but she keeps describing him as kind and noble, Annatar is not the best father (I don't think the fic should trigger anyone because it's not like he's awful either but I want to mention it here just in case), immaculate conception (sort of... lmao I don't know how to describe it), birth (not much of a description)

WORD COUNT — 6,460

ENGLISH IS MY SECOND LANGUAGE.

BLESSED (I)

“Lord Celebrimbor regrets to inform you he’s unable to grant you entry,” you announced after approaching the human king standing by his horse after arriving back to Eregion.

You had seen him around before but you had never truly had any opportunity to talk to him. He had been so busy with the man you considered to be your uncle and your guardian that it had seemed inappropriate to ever interrupt their work. And now he was back and even filthier than the last time you had seen him. He wanted to speak to your uncle but Celebrimbor had made a promise to Lady Galadriel to never treat with this man named Halbrand again.

So you stood there and announced the news as Celebrimbor’s most trusted person in Eregion; a daughter of his old friend and one of the best human smiths he had ever worked with – and such exceptions for the Elven master were not many. And even though you had not inherited your father’s abilities to forge beautiful things, you were the most useful to your guardian when it came to helping him run Eregion smoothly. Celebrimbor was often too occupied with his work to notice or deal with certain matters. That was where you would walk in and help him just like your mother had taught you before she had decided to move to Mithlond.

Eregion was your home, though, therefore you had not left with her. The memory of your father was too painful for your mother to be here but you were quite the opposite – you loved to live in the city your father had spent most of his life in.

But without your mortal father and without your mother, you were quite alone. Lord Celebrimbor, whom you called an uncle, was truly the only person you had.

Just as you expected, though, the human king did not want to accept the information as he smirked at you.

“Mightn’t I speak with him directly?” He asked you.

“My uncle is occupied,” you explained, calmly. It was not the first time you were dealing with people of this sort. “But he wishes you good fortune on your journey,” you added and turned around to walk away.

“Are you asking me to leave?” Halbrand inquired you sighed softly as you froze and turned around once more, to face him again.

“The Lord of Eregion is asking you,” you answered, patiently.

“Perhaps I’ll just wait here,” the man smiled awkwardly and petted his horse. You admired his stubborn will even though it was an inconvenience to you and your uncle. “Just in case he changes his mind,” he added and turned around to tie his horse to the column. And as he did that, you spotted that his tunic was torn on his back, revealing long and fresh wounds on his skin.

And perhaps the Elven part of you would just turn the blind eye and leave but the human part of you pitied him. Yes, however it sounded like – your relationship started with pity. And the thread of understanding because you were aware of the weaknesses of the human flesh. You had seen your father suffering from the injuries that your Elven kin would heal from nearly instantly. You had seen his body growing weaker as he had been getting older; more fragile. And because of your love towards your father, you had known and understood Halbrand’s pain in a way that most Elves would not.

Therefore, you became the human king’s greatest advocate in front of your uncle. You were the one to tell Celebrimbor about his injuries, pleading to at least offer Halbrand the help of the Eregion medics. He did not agree. But when the evening came, you brought it up that the night was cold and asked your uncle if you should bring Halbrand a shawl.

Despite that noble reason for his affection towards you, it still felt surreal to be courted by the emissary of the Valars. You were a half-Elf with no exceptional talents… And yet, for you, a man of such lightness, who was chosen by the gods, would give up some of his privileges and stay in Eregion to work alongside your uncle and be your husband? It was nearly suspicious in a way but neither you or Celebrimbor ever thought of it this way. To Celebrimbor you were like his own daughter that he had never had. When Lord Annatar asked for your hand, he felt proud and blessed. And so did you, writing a letter to your mother in Mithlond with shaky hands to ask for her permission to marry.

But your mother was not really a part of your life anymore and she was a different person after your father’s passing. She agreed without asking any further questions.

A year after his arrival to Eregion, you became Lord Annatar’s wife. It was the happiest day of your life because after a few centuries of loneliness with no one but your uncle by your side, you could start a family of your own. And to have a family was all you had ever wanted.

You were standing by the window and staring at Eregion underneath with a dreamy gaze as the cool breeze refreshed your face and made your hair dance slightly in the air. You took a deep breath in and felt the overwhelming energy filling up your body. Married life was giving you a new sense of meaning and joy, especially with a man like Annatar – the kindest, the gentlest, the most noble and most humble. Even though his grey and simple robes had been recently replaced and he began to dress more elegantly, you knew that the change had not been his idea. It was Celebrimbor’s because he wanted your husband to present himself respectable enough for the rest of Eregion.

You felt your husband’s hands touching your arms as you closed your eyes and enjoyed his presence. He stood behind you and buried his face in your hair to place a kiss upon your head in that quiet moment of the morning before he would have to join your uncle in the forge and you would have to go downstairs to help with the administration matters.

“I have realised recently, my love, that I still have not given you any wedding gift,” Annatar pointed out softly and you opened your eyes to turn your head around and look at his beautiful face.

“You are my wife and I am the Lord of Gifts. I shall spoil you with many,” he whispered and leaned in to kiss your forehead. “Is there something you want? Something you want very badly perhaps? Name it and I shall give it to you,” he murmured as his hands wrapped around your waist and you felt your cheeks heating up. You looked down nervously and Annatar chuckled. “I can see there is something… Name it, my love.”

You hesitated. Perhaps he would find it to happen too soon. Perhaps he would find it not suiting him at all. But he was your husband with whom you had shared your whole heart, soul and body. He deserved to know about your desires.

“...A child,” you confessed, nearly inaudibly, still too shy to look up at his face.

You could sense his muscles flexing around you and becoming more stiff. The atmosphere changed in an instant and you regretted your confession immediately. After a long while of silence, you swallowed thickly and looked up eventually, filled with anxiety. Annatar’s brows were furrowed and his eyes lost the playful sparkle. He did not look angry but a bit confused and torn.

“F-forgive me. I know that a woman like me is not worthy of carrying a child of a man like y–”

“Stop it,” Annatar shushed you quickly and cupped your face to caress your cheeks with his thumbs as he kept staring deep into your eyes with a gentle expression. “I do not wish to hear of it. You are my wife. There is nothing you are not worthy of,” he insisted and you sniffled your tears back as he sighed. “If a child is what you wish for, I shall give it to you,” he announced after a short while but you could feel the hesitancy.

And you felt bad about it but you craved to have his child so much that you decided to ignore that hesitancy in his voice.

Therefore, you only nodded and you felt your husband’s hands lowering themselves onto your arms. He turned you around, so you would face Eregion again. And once you did, he placed his hands on your abdomen. At first, you found his gesture very sweet as your muscles relaxed. But the longer you stood like that in silence, the more uneasy you were starting to feel. There was a weird feeling forming inside of you – a new wave of energy coming from his hands and filling up your womb. Was it possible that…?

Well, he was an emissary of the Valars. He had many abilities and powers that the simple Elves could only dream of. You did not question it.

When he removed his hands, he kissed the back of your head and you furrowed your brows as you clutched onto the fabric of your dress on your abdomen.

“I can feel… I can feel a new life,” you turned around to meet his gaze. He was smiling at you kindly and lovingly as your eyes filled with tears. “Oh, I… I did not expect it would happen like that…”

“I am in full control of the act of my own procreation. It would not happen without my consent and will,” he explained and you nodded at him, too grateful and overjoyed to question anything.

Annatar placed his hand on top of yours and squeezed them as you let out a happy laugh through the tears of joy. With his free hand he wiped your tears gently.

“Were you in control of choosing if our child would be a boy or a girl, too?” You wondered out loud. Your husband nodded with a slight smile. “What will the child be then?”

“You will see, my love, be patient and allow it to be a surprise,” he leaned in to kiss your lips delicately.

For some reason, you were sure it would be a boy. Despite Annatar’s gentleness and kindness, he was a master of his craft and a man of tradition. He would surely want a successor.

You were so convinced that you were carrying his son that in the conversations about your child, you often referred to them as he. Annatar would only smile at you sweetly but also playfully.

Your child was born on a warm, summer night. You were in bed, surrounded by the female medics of Eregion. Celebrimbor was in his forge, nervously drinking wine and pacing around. But Annatar was by your side, holding you in his arms and letting you squeeze his hands, encouraging you gently with his sweet words and you swore, he was making some of the pain go away somehow. Whenever you squeezed his hand tighter, he would place his free one upon your forehead and the pain would slightly subdue.

The sound of your baby’s cries was like sweet music to your ears and your eyes filled with tears when one of the medics handed you the screaming newborn.

“It is a girl, my Lady,” she told you with a smile and you laughed out of happiness, taking the little one into your arms as you stared at her in awe.

“A girl?” You whispered, looking up at your husband. You were surprised but not disappointed – to have a little girl with Annatar was a vision of the future so beautiful that you could not stop the fresh tears from streaming down your cheeks.

He did not say anything to that, he only smiled sweetly at you and fixed the sweaty strands of your hair that got stuck to your forehead. Then, he leaned in to kiss the top of your head.

“How do you want to name her, my love?” He asked. “Your daughter?”

“Oh, yes, of course,” Annatar nodded as his face lit up with a big grin. You sighed with relief and caressed the little cheek of your baby girl.

“Almárea,” you whispered. “Blessed.”

Focused on staring in awe at your little baby girl in her father’s arms, you nearly did not notice that he did not give you any reply. So, eventually, you looked up at him questioningly.

“Yes, yes,” Annatar nodded eagerly. “It’s perfect,” he assured you and handed you the baby back. “I shall inform Celebrimbor. He will be the most delighted,” he stood up and left the room.

A few years passed as your husband was helping your uncle to forge the rings that would save Middle-earth. And your sweet little Almárea was growing in the meantime – the older she was getting, the more you could see that she was a physical copy of you.

When you had asked your husband about it, he had answered that it had been the result of the fact his physical form was not definite, therefore his child could not inherit any physical traits. It was making you a bit sad because you would love to see bits of your husband in your offspring but you also did not want to complain about the things that did not truly matter in the end.

That she was Annatar’s daughter there was no doubt. It was something about her soul; her inner light differed from the other Elves. You could feel from the very first time you had held her that she was stronger and more powerful than any of the Elves inside Eregion. You were sure that she was truly blessed by the Valars due to her father’s origin.

When it came to Almárea’s character, though… You sometimes wondered what was causing the constant mischief, which was innocent but still present. She was a little deceiver and a little liar very often as she kept making up stories, playing tricks or making people believe the most absurd stories. Sometimes she was able to make people even see the things she was describing. Like that time when she kept blabbering about the beautiful butterflies flying all over the room.

And you saw them. You saw them all – shimmering in the light in all the possible colours. They were so beautiful that you kept laughing and trying to catch them as Almárea giggled. And that was how Annatar found you after coming back to your chambers from the day in the forge.

“What are you doing?” He froze, a little taken aback as he glanced at his daughter and then back at you.

“The butterflies, they are–” You tried to explain.

“Mummy is trying to catch the air, daddy. Is it not funny?” Almárea asked and you furrowed your brows at her.

“But the butterflies–” You started but as you looked around, they all disappeared. You looked at Almárea with a sour expression and she laughed.

“Oh, mummy, I am sorry. It was funny to watch,” she admitted to use treachery as she ran up to you and hugged your waist.

You did not like how malicious – even if in an innocent manner – some of her jokes were. But you could not be angry for too long. Not at your sweet little daughter.

“Oh… Well…” You hesitated nervously and patted her back. “It is quite alright, my dear. But that was not nice.”

“How did you do that?” Your husband asked, a little harshly. You gave him a soft look, trying to calm him down.

“She did not mean to be cruel, she had no idea that–” You began to make excuses.

“I am not talking about the so-called joke. I am asking about the illusion. Almárea?” Annatar approached you two and put his hand on your daughter’s arm to turn her around. The movement was not rapid but it was most definitely quite harsh.

“I just… I just think of something very hard and… And I can make people see things,” Almárea tried to explain as she looked down. “Is it something bad to do, daddy?”

“You are too young to play with such a gift,” Annatar’s face changed quickly from harsh to kind and gentle again as he smiled at Almárea and caressed her cheek. “Unwillingly, you have just been cruel to your mother and I am sure that was not your intention. You should stop playing with it for now,” he explained and Almárea nodded.

But you knew already that she would probably not listen. It was not in her nature to follow anyone’s requests, pleas or orders.

The day started like nearly every other. You woke up in your husband’s arms and he was awake already – sometimes you wondered if he ever slept at all because you had never witnessed him doing so.

The hour was still early and you watched the sun rising in the skies outside your window, exchanging kisses and love declarations. However, on this day, your husband seemed to be a little tense when you peppered his jaw with sweet little kisses.

“What is it, my love?” You asked as you lifted yourself up on your elbow, still looking at his beautiful face and tracing the outlines of it with your fingertip.

“It pains me to say…” Annatar sighed and held your wrist softly as he put your fingers on his lips and kissed them gently.

“Why? What is it?” You furrowed your brows.

“It is about Celebrimbor and I know that what I am going to reveal is going to hurt you deeply, my love,” his eyes filled with sadness.

“Now you simply must tell me… You know how dear he is to me,” you shook your head, trying to read his face but all the years of sharing your life with Annatar, you had learnt already that it was an impossible task to ever know what was truly on his mind.

“I have spoken to him recently…” Annatar began and let go of your wrists to put his hands on your waist and roll you over onto your back as he hovered above you. “...about the rings that must be crafted. The Nine rings for the nine human kings to help their kin as well.”

“Yes…?” You swallowed the lump in your throat and gasped when his skilled fingers pulled your nightgown up. All those years of being his wife and his touch could still ignite the fire within you. You wondered sometimes how he was able to do it.

But now, with his fingers roaming all over your exposed skin, your mind was in haze and you were not able to think clearly.

“Oh, darling, I have no idea how to tell you… But your uncle does not think of humans to be worthy enough to have such rings,” Annatar revealed and you froze at his words as your eyes widened.

“T-that is impossible,” you refused to believe him although he would never lie to you. “My father… He was human and uncle Celebrimbor loved him and adored his craft. He loved him so much that he raised me after his death. It is impossible that now he refuses to forge the rings for humans… No, I refuse to–”

“That is the truth,” Annatar’s voice sent shivers down the spine since it had gotten harsh all of the sudden. “Why would I lie to you?”

“I am not accusing you of lying, I simply–”

“Yes, you are,” Annatar looked deep into your eyes as a spark of anger sparkled in his. His jaw was clenched and his fingers dug into the soft flesh of your hips, which was causing you slight pain. “He refuses to fulfil his mission and he thinks of your father’s kin as lesser.”

“I shall speak to him,” you promised as tears filled your eyes. Annatar softened immediately as his fingers went back to caressing you and he leaned in to kiss away the small tears upon your cheeks.

“Thank you… That would be very helpful,” he muttered between the kisses. “My love…”

You loved serving breakfast the most. You loved feeling useful and to take care of your family. It made you feel fulfilled in a way nothing else could, even though you did not mind running Eregion in your uncle’s name when he required it. However, seeing Almárea and Annatar by the table, eating the food you had prepared and talking about their plans for the day… That felt the most precious and the most special.

On that day, she looked up at you with big, pleading eyes as she watched her father preparing to leave for the day. He was standing in front of the mirror and swiftly tying some of his hair strands into a bow, which would protect his eyes from being interrupted while he worked.

“Can you do the same to my hair, mummy?” Almárea asked you. “I want to wear it like daddy.”

“I shall do it,” Annatar smiled at you both as he approached the breakfast table to stand behind your daughter’s chair. “Mummy must leave now and speak to uncle Celebrimbor,” he gave you a meaningful look and you nodded your head.

“Yes, that is right,” you confirmed. “Can you take her to her class once you’re done tying her hair?” You asked him sweetly.

“Oh, of course,” your husband replied and you kissed his cheek before leaning down to kiss your daughter’s forehead, too.

After that, you left your chambers and hurried to Celebrimbor’s forge. You were scared of this conversation and you had no idea how to start it as well. You couldn’t hide the fact that Celebrimbor’s sudden change of views hurt you deeply. You hoped that you could convince him to make up his mind but even the emissary of the Valars could not. On the other hand, you were closer to Celebrimbor than Annatar would ever be. He was like a father to you these days.

When you went inside the forge, it was empty. And even though you were supposed to look for your uncle, you could not help to just roam around for a while and take a deep breath in as you smiled to yourself at all the sweet memories you had with this place – like your father…

He had been working alongside Celebrimbor and you would run around happily – sometimes getting scolded, sometimes being shown many interesting details about their craft. Sweet little half-Elven girl that would always make everyone laugh. And as time progressed, you had been growing up but not ageing – and for your father it had been the opposite. He had not been growing up but he had been ageing. And, one day, he had eventually become too weak to use the hammer.

Remembering all those bittersweet moments, Celebrimbor’s voice startled you a little as he stood by the railing of the stairs leading up to his study.

“(Y/N)?” He asked and you looked up with a soft smile.

“Uncle Celebrimbor,” you sighed with relief that it was only him you were seeing and not some sort of phantom or a ghost. You gathered your skirts and walked upstairs to join him. “I am here to speak with you… About a rather delicate manner,” you informed him and looked him up and down carefully.

Truly, he had changed. He looked exhausted and a little uneasy as if he was on the verge of some sort of breakdown. You immediately found compassion for his state.

“I am aware that crafting such powerful items has cost you a lot and you must feel overworked…” You started. “I know you have finished the rings for the dwarves not so long ago and I am not here to rush your progress. By all means, take your time, uncle, but your views about humans–”

“Was it him? Did he send you?” Celebrimbor’s face changed immediately. He looked concerned and a bit… scared? You froze at that reaction.

“What do you mean by that? Of whom are you speaking? My husband?” You asked, taken aback. “First, you are insulting my father’s kin… My kin as well… And now… Now you are trying to insinuate something about my husband? The emissary of the Valars?” You raised an eyebrow. “It was me who came up with the idea of speaking with you.”

“Have you not noticed yet, my sweet child, after all the years of your marriage, that he plants the seeds of ideas in people’s minds to make them think they came up with them on their own?” Celebrimbor asked.

“Even if it is true, I do not see what is wrong with it. He is here to fulfil the Valars’ plan to save Middle-earth. How can you say that forging the rings to save humans is below you?” You shook your head. “Protecting that which is most fragile, most dear, is a task entrusted to all Elves,” you reminded him. “If you abandon half of my kin now, in the hour of darkness, I shall never forgive you, uncle,” your voice trembled when you tried to reach his eyes with yours, to show him all your love towards him – but also all your pain.

“I do not think lowly of humans. I loved your father, he was my dearest friend… I just… I needed an excuse to deny your husband,” Celebrimbor sighed and looked away.

“Oh, uncle, if you are overworked, he is going to understand and give you time,” you put your hand on his arm but he flinched. “Annatar is the kindest, the gentlest soul I have ever met. You used to think the same of him. What happened?”

“Do you…” Celebrimbor’s eyes found yours, “...do you trust him?”

“With my life,” you gasped at the question. Of course you trusted your husband. What kind of question was that?

“Very well then,” your uncle nodded and sighed before running his hand down his face. “I might be overworked indeed… I need a break. And after that, I can go back to forging the rings. My senses are beginning to fool me,” he confessed. “Forgive me, my dear, I did not mean to hurt you with my words.”

“Oh, poor uncle… Please, rest. Annatar will understand,” you assured him softly and wrapped your arms around him to give him a hug.

But Annatar was not as understanding to hear the news as you had been suspecting. He was smiling but the corners of his mouth twitched when you finished telling him how the conversation with Celebrimbor had been like.

“Of course, he can wait. He is an Elf. He lives for an eternity. But for the humans in Mordor time remains priceless… They suffer each day and their lives are short. I expected that you would know something about it, my love,” your husband nodded his head and walked away, leaving you a little speechless and hurt.

He was right. You had not fought for your kin strong enough but you also had too much love for Celebrimbor in your heart to keep arguing with him.

“I do understand, my darling. But I also have never seen my uncle in such an awful state,” you admitted. “He needs to rest,” you added, trying to make Annatar realise that, too. “He is not going to forge excellent rings when he is overworked and losing his senses.”

“He must finish the rings before they finish him first,” Annatar turned around to look at your face. His expression was quite harsh and it made you take a step back, therefore he softened immediately while approaching you. “My love, I am so sorry… I do not mean to be like this, you know that, right?” He put his hands on your arms. “But we are running out of time. Forging the rings for the dwarves took us years. It is going to take us another few more to forge the rings for humans, too. Therefore, we should start as soon as possible,” he tried to explain calmly.

“I’m sorry, I don’t have a heart in me to push Celebrimbor…” You shook your head and Annatar walked away rapidly as he turned his back on you to look out of the window. You spotted his fists clenching and unclenching but he remained silent. “I… I shall go to pick Almárea up from her class… I think she should be ready now,” your voice broke a little.

You had never expected you would have to choose a side between your uncle’s and your husband’s. They seemed to be such close friends and now…

But, before you left, you hesitated and turned around to look in your husband’s direction.

“You really should not…” You whispered, “force him to do it too soon. His mind is in the most fragile state now… He even… He accused you of–”

“Accused me of what?!” Annatar turned around quickly, startling you.

“I don’t know what exactly… But he asked me for some reason if I trusted you…” You confessed.

“And what did you tell him?” Your husband demanded an answer and his eyes turned cold. It was nearly impossible to remember at that moment that they could be so kind and loving, too.

But they were only this gentle way when everything was going according to his plan. And, so far, everything had been like that. Until now.

You were aware, however, that his unusual anger was caused by the pressure that the gods themselves were putting onto his shoulders.

“I told him I trusted you. Of course I did. Annatar, you are my husband…” You answered, surprised that he had questioned you like that. “Perhaps both of you need a break. You are acting differently, too,” you pointed out before leaving to walk your daughter home after her class.

On your way home you bumped into your friend Mirdania. She began telling you stories from the forge and Almárea was growing bored as she stood there, holding your hand and drawing circles with her foot.

“Almárea, you can go upstairs already,” you informed your daughter. “Daddy is there.”

She nodded at you and waved Mirdania goodbye as she ran away to disappear inside the tower in which your chambers were. You watched her with a smile on your lips, especially at the sight of the bow in her head – now slightly crooked after a few hours – trying to resemble her father’s one.

Mirdania kept you occupied with her chatting for a longer time after that and you kept listening to her with a soft smile but when she eventually informed you that she had to go back to work, you were grateful. You went inside the tower with a slight eye roll as you began walking upstairs to go back to your family.

When you opened the door and heard Almárea’s giggles, you smiled widely, expecting her to play with her father as they sometimes would. But when you went inside the room where they were sitting together, you spotted Annatar being on the verge of lashing out. Almárea was chuckling and tilting her head slightly – an undeniable sign that she was projecting something onto her father’s mind at this very moment.

This time it was you walking in on Annatar being fooled. But he was not about to take it as lightly as you.

“Stop it,” Annatar drawled out. “This is not funny. Stop it!”

“What is going on here?” You looked at your daughter and her smile froze. “Were you not forbidden to play your tricks, Almárea?” You asked her and approached Annatar to put your hand on his tense shoulder.

“Daddy wanted me to try!” Almárea explained and stopped the visions from happening.

“You did?” You looked down at your husband with a raised eyebrow but he only stood up and walked away to stand on the balcony. He was angry and visibly unsettled. “What did you show him?” You asked your daughter.

Something was telling you it had not been butterflies.

Almárea shrugged her arms and avoided your gaze. You furrowed your brows and sighed, following your husband outside.

“Do not be upset, my love. I am sure whatever she has shown you was of an innocent nature,” you began softly. “Now you know how it feels like when she’s in one’s mind,” you chuckled nervously. “She did not mean to scare you.”

“I have never tried,” you admitted. “I do not know, I cannot say…”

Annatar snorted at that and looked away again. His knuckles turned white from squeezing the railing so hard and you put your hand gently on top of his.

“Why does her power scare you?” You asked. “Is it of an evil kind? If so, how could that happen? You are the emissary of the Valars; made of pure light–”

“And you?” Your husband turned around again to meet your gaze. “What do we truly know of your heritage? Was your father not from The Southlands? And the humans of this realm… Were they not the ones who had followed Morgoth out of their own free will?”

His words hurt like knives. You took a step back and shook your head, trying to gather your thoughts. The man in front of you was not the man you had married – gentle, soft, kind, noble and humble. But you refused to believe it was his fault. He had changed just like uncle Celebrimbor – and it was all caused by the fact they had been working so hard… too hard… on the rings.

“Mummy… Daddy… I am sorry,” your daughter’s voice interrupted you as she entered the balcony as well. She looked up at the both of you and sniffled. Your heart clenched at the sight and you crouched down to fix the bow in her hair.

“It is quite alright, my dear. It was not your fault, you only did what daddy asked you to,” you gave your husband a stern look.

“I…” Annatar cleared his throat. “I was simply curious about this… gift.”

“Is it evil, daddy?” Almárea dared to look up at him with so much curiosity, respect and admiration that your heart filled with love once again you chose to forget about his hurtful accusations.

“No gift is good or evil, Almárea,” Annatar smiled softly at her as his eyes filled with kindness again. “It is us who choose how we use our gifts.”

“Daddy is right,” you nodded and kissed her forehead before standing up and Almárea hugged Annatar’s waist. He put his arm on her back and caressed it although he still looked as if he was overthinking something.

“Can I go to uncle Celebrimbor now? He promised to teach me a little about the gemstones!” Almárea smiled widely at you and you nodded. She clapped her hands and ran out of your chambers.

“I am going to start forging The Nine on my own, by the way,” Annatar announced to you when you were left alone with him. “Celebrimbor might join when he’s ready. However, the work must not stop,” he pointed out.

You bit on your lower lip and eventually nodded your head. You approached him and caressed his shoulder, though, trying to soothe him.

“I wish you gave yourself a break as well. You are overworking yourself,” you whispered.

Annatar held your hand and pulled you closer to wrap his arms around you. At this very moment he was radiating nothing but love, warmth and kindness. You squeezed him tighter and sighed with relief.

“Do not worry about me. I am going to be nothing but fine but I shall not rest until all Middle-earth is healed. Forgive me for my previous harshness,” he kissed the top of your head.

“Please, do not even mention,” you shook your head and kissed his lips briefly before giving him a sweet smile. He smiled back at you and cupped your face to caress your cheeks. “What did she show you, my love?” You asked, still curious. Annatar’s face went back to serious immediately.

“I asked her to show me something nice,” he explained. “And so she did… She showed me my greatest desire.”

“And that is…?” You frowned.

“The rings. All of them. Forged,” he answered and you nodded.

“She is too young to understand the importance of these items and your mission in Eregion…” You pointed out. “How was she able to penetrate your heart like this?”

“Now you know what truly scared me, my love,” Annatar nodded softly and the fear in his eyes was truly genuine but you spotted a sparkle of excitement there as well.

“Should I worry about her?” Your voice trembled.

“No, no… Not at all,” your husband pulled you closer once more to soothe you. “Her gift – if used correctly – might be the most useful for all the peoples of Middle-earth.”

“How so?” You mumbled out the question and Annatar hesitated with the answer before smirking slightly.

“Only time will tell.”

MASTERLIST

#i have so many fics in my drafts to read im so sorry i haven't reblogged this til now 🤦‍♀️ amazing #fic rec #sauron x reader

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plantley · 9 months ago

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ahhhhhhh i just went on the first date in like 2 years!!!!!!!

i got back on tinder and was kinda just messing around and talking to people, but i matched with a guy and all of his pics were from like gorgeous hikes and we joked about starting a commune, he’s into music and art, and camping. he asked to go to a dive bar for karaoke, and completely on a whim i AGREED and met him there. i was so anxious on the way over i lowkey just wanted to bail. i was a bit thrown off a first bc he seemed kinda idk bummy? like cowboy hat, boots, denim vest, like just a little rugged. but we had a few beer and played darts then did karaoke

he did run through the jungle by ccr and this man pulled out a harmonica and played along!!! completely no warning but it was SO attractive and he had a nice southern accent. turns out he plays harmonica, drums, and guitar

we ended up going to a second bar and the whole time was saying how i seemed just very genuine and authentic and i just know i was blushing so much. also i’m pet sitting and had limited outfit so i wore overalls and i think he thought that was cute. but he was just easy to talk to and joke with. anytime we were walking he gave me his arm and he did the sidewalk rule

we ended up walking across the street to the beach and he hopped over the rail to grab me a little yellow flower, and we sat on a lifeguard chair to watch the waves and stars. it was just so cute! and the chair had us like smushed right next to each other and it was windy so i shivered a bit and he wrapped his arms around me to keep me warm and kept playing with my hands bc i kept fidgeting. after a bit he asked if he could kiss me and and it was just cute and sweet and attractive :))))) he was holding my waist and was like “you’re just so grabable” and when he was holding at my hips i was like “i swear i have an ass under these overalls” and said “oh i believe it”. then i checked the time and it was 12:30 and i had wanted to be home by 12 so we finally had to head back. he walked me to my car and twirled me around a few times and then kissed me goodbye but we probably did like 15 “ok this is the last kiss” and then it wouldn’t be :) i haven’t had butterflies in so long

we’re gonna try meeting up to find shark teeth and have a picnic, but he’s moving back to montana in 3 weeks so cute fling but nothing reals is gonna come out of it.

#coastal cowboy #personal #boys boys boys #he was pulling my hair a bit and god it was hot :) like omg it’s been sooooo long since i’ve been held #i like kissing your neck #well i like you kissing it #his nickname is rat boy which is funny but maybe points off

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imightgetbetter · 3 years ago

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our first kiss

ahhhhhhh. hi. it's me. this is so weird. i haven't been nervous to post a story like this in years. probably because it's a totally different fan space and group and all that. there's a first time for everything. i have a whole idea for a series of things i want to write, we shall see if they come to fruition. for now, here you go. just a little something. (this is literally the smallest piece of writing i think i've posted in seven years). have fun <3 happy reading!

Outside, everything is quiet in the simplest of ways – the honking that usually busies the streets has subsided, just a few passing cars beneath them, the lights flickering and the occasional yell or holler from someone on the street echoing around the seemingly empty avenue. One light is shining from the bedroom where the landing leads to, and you can hear a faint grunt and murmured swears as your darling company finally makes his way back to the metal escape. His hand is clutching the neck of the guitar you purchased for his birthday, the back of which is decorated in an array of randomized drawings that somehow felt fitting for him – a carton of cigarettes, a mouse with a cookie, a rose that looked awfully similar to the one you have dried and pressed from your first date. Mouth nursing a cigarette, he teasingly pulls it from your lips as he settles against the railing, the guitar now settled on his thighs and his worn-in notebook propped open with a pen. He reaches for the lighter, cupping the fire around the end until it’s lit and ashy with his inhale.

His hand lays on your knee and squeezes it gently, lovingly. “Can’t have you picking up a bad habit from me, darling. Already have too many of those.”

“You were once a bad habit, you know,” you say, peering at him through hooded eyes masked behind wire-framed glasses, the light from your computer lighting your face. He smirks, shaking his head without saying a word, simply basking in knowing that a bad habit had turned into this, into sharing an apartment in a city you love, into late nights on the fire escape, creating your art together, art that is often about each other, even if you don’t know it. And he doesn’t know it, that the collection of essays being stored in your hard drive are about the lessons of being in love, lessons that you learned with him.

His eyes flicker from where he’s strumming at the heart of the guitar to you, a smile printed on his features that you know well – the smile that comes from your favorite bottle of wine at dinner, a stray glass or two in a shared bath. “Am I still a bad habit, my love?”

“Only when you distract me from my work,” you say, nudging your knee into his calf, a smile toying at the corners of your lips as he nudges you back.

His eyes trail from your eyes to your lips to where your fingers are working diligently against your keyboard. “How far have you gotten today?”

“About halfway into this essay,” you hum, leaning your head to the side, trying to get a peek at the lyrics being scribbled into the notebook. “How’s the song coming?”

“Good, I think. Question for you actually,” he says quietly, aware of the sleeping neighbors and easily disturbed animals surrounding the apartment. He waits for you to nod, closing your laptop quietly to give him your sole attention. “Our first kiss, where was it again?”

“Matthew.”

“In my defense, love, we’d had many drunken kisses before I’d actually kissed you sober and well-intentioned.”

“Are you trying to tell me the other times were ill-intentioned?”

“Yes, I am, actually. I was eighteen, darling. There are no good intentions at eighteen.” His eyes soften when you giggle quietly, the hardened expression washing away from your features as you hum knowingly, and a tiny smile begins itching at your cheeks. “It was during that holiday we took during Christmas. I remember that.”

“Walmart, I think,” you say, the memory suddenly feeling a bit hazy and out of touch. “You’d come to visit me for the holiday break because I couldn’t fly home. I was sick, I wanted a puzzle or something to do while I was stuck alone. You’d grabbed the one I wanted, and I kissed your cheek.”

“I turned my head, and I kissed you,” he says surely, interrupting your recollection of the memory. His smile as he told the story warms you from your head to your toes. He doesn’t need to say that he loves you for you to feel so. “I knew I was going to get the nastiest flu of my life, but I didn’t even care.”

“I yelled at you for kissing me. I didn’t want to get you sick, even though that was a bit of a lost cause considering we were sharing a bed while you stayed with me.”

“And that’s why I kissed you, again,” he says proudly, reaching for your hand and tugging you towards him. You know exactly what he wants you to do, and you do so easily. Closing your laptop, you maneuver yourself over the small space, settling between his open thighs. His arms circle around you, the guitar settled on your thighs, your head laying against his chest. He presses his mouth to your head, “I wish it hadn’t taken so long. I feel like I got years stolen away.”

“Hm?”

“Us, you know?” his murmurs, gently strumming the guitar and leaning his head on your head, humming a melody that surely just came to mind. “I wish I would’ve just moved with you.”

“I don’t,” you say quietly, leaning forward and turning to face him, your hands reaching to cup his cheeks and bring his eyes to meet yours. “I don’t because I love seeing you live your dream, and that wouldn’t have happened if you moved with me. All this happened like it was supposed to, you know that.” Matty’s eyes are pouring into yours, the deepest amounts of love washing over you. “Not to mention, if we weren’t apart, we wouldn’t have like, the best love songs to ever exist.”

Matty laughs, rolling his eyes as you lean your head forward, your nose brushing against his. “I want you with me all the time, you know that?”

“I know.”

“I want so many things with you.”

“And you can have them,” you say, brushing your lips against his ever so slightly. “I’ll be waiting, ready to go.”

#matty healy #matty healy fic #the 1975 #the 1975 fic #love it if we made it series

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tonberry-yoda · 2 years ago

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Hello! Can I request smooches from my favorite boys Gappy and Polnareff? I love them!

AHHHHHHH YOU JUST ASKED FOR MY TWO FAVORITE BOYS IN JOJO'S ANON YOU ARE A BLESSING OMFGGGGG the way this ask made me so happy like I love those two so so so so much <333 of course you can get smooches from them, love, they will appreciate it a lot <3

You playfully stole Josuke's hat, taking off with it, almost tripping over the sand that you were running on with your bare feet.

"Hey!" Josuke giggled, struggling to take off his sneakers before running after you. "Give that back!"

"No way, Josuke!" you chuckled, turning to look at Jojo, who was slipping over the little hills of sand.

"y/n, get back here!"

You stuck your tongue out and went to turn back around, but tripped over a sand castle some kid made earlier that day, falling straight into the shallow part of the ocean. You couldn't help but laugh as you sat there, adjusting Josuke's hat on your head.

He ran up to you and made sure you were okay, a little worried.

"I'm fine," you said, a hint of laughter still touching your voice. "Here, you can have this back now." You placed Josuke's hat back on his head, getting sea water all over him.

He didn't mind though, seeming as he was laughing with you.

He picked you up off of the ground and the two of you walked hand in hand on the beach, watching the sunset.

"Today was fun," you told Josuke softly, a smile painting your lips.

"It was." he smiled, breathing in the fresh sea air.

Josuke felt you stop and he turned to you, the breeze blowing through the small pieces of hair that fell out of his hat. "What's wrong?" he asked.

You took a step forward and placed your lips onto Josuke's and he immediately wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close.

You really didn't want today to end.

You couldn't help but blush whenever the frenchman of the crusaders would flirt with you. And you couldn't help but get jealous whenever he would treat a woman more than kindly. You admitted, you developed a huge crush on Polnareff.

You couldn't help but be too nervous to tell him, either. You didn't imagine him saying no, but something in your heart just didn't have the power to tell him.

You knew it was obvious too, seeing as Kakyoin would hold back laughter whenever you would talk to Polnareff and Jotaro would just shake his head.

You were scared, but you knew you had to tell him sooner or later, since it was eating away at you.

"Hey, Pol," you walked onto your shared balcony. You always shared a hotel room with Polnreff, seeing as it was easier that way.

"Hello, dear," he said with a smile, his eyes glued to the moon. "What's up?"

"Nothin," you said, standing next to him, leaning on the railing. "What's up with you?"

"Just thinking." he said quietly, almost a whisper. You turned to find that he had a cigarette hanging out of his mouth. He smoked rarely, and mostly when he was stressed.

You took the liberty of taking the cigarette out of his mouth and putting it out on the railing. Polnareff turned to you, shocked, but a soft smile soon appeared on his lips.

He turned to you and cupped your face, his fingers pushing your hair behind your ear.

"Pol, I-" you started, but were soon interrupted.

"I know," he whispered, his lips inches from yours. "I've been wanting to tell you for ages."

His lips landed on your softly, nothing but the moon to watch over you two for the night.

#tee hee #this was so fun omfg #im back to writing lets go #tonberry answers #asks #requests #smooches #anon #jjba #jjba x reader #gappy #gappy jojo #gappy x reader #josuke x reader #polnareff #polnareff x reader #jean pierre polnareff #jean pierre polnareff x reader

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theholybun · 2 years ago

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THIS ABSOLUTE CHAD!! YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT THE YOUTUBE LINK AND HEAD CANNONS ARE DOING TO ME!!! I AM ALL FOURS BARKING LIKE A CHIWAWA. I CAN'T-

Maestro!Sigma headcanons

Did you ask for these? Absolutely not. Will I make some anyway? Absolutely. I'm obsessed with Maestro!Sigma.

He has a DMA - Doctorate of Musical Arts - with a concentration in Conducting and Piano as his primary instrument [I'm not just projecting - hear me out: he has big hands]

During undergrad, he double-minored in Music History and Astrophysics. [Okay, I am projecting]

Dr. Siebren de Kuiper... one of those pianist-conductor freaks that can conduct during a piano concerto. The eyebrows help. For example, Leonard Bernstein: https://youtu.be/cTO77dwm6uk

He also plays cello and a whole gamut of percussion instruments.

He's also pretty good at drumset actually, and believes that many orchestral pieces would be improved with the inclusion of a discerning and knowledgeable improvising drummer.

He's autistic! 100% He has synesthesia. He has figured out how to use the synesthesia to keep track of the orchestra.

He unfortunately, also, has a little bit of tinnitus.

He prefers to conduct without a stick, he prefers the freedom and flexibility of using all hand gestures, but he does keep a stick handy for clarity when coordinating tricky sections with his ensembles or when he's a guest conductor and he finds they aren't quite following.

Part of the way he compels attention is by unintentional intimidation - his sheer size [I mean height!], sometimes his conversational tone is off, sometimes he gets snappy if he doesn't realize that some sensory thing is bothering him [flourescent lights, electrical hum, a new dress shirt has Slightly Wrong Texture], and well, sometimes he gets snappy if you aren't trying to fix what he told you to do the first time.

There are definitely people that don't like him for that last part - you can't hide behind the rest of your section if he's conducting.

Part of the way he compels attention is the fact that there are a ton of musicians crushing on him at some level or another. What? He's gorgeous, and intoxicating to watch this behemoth of a man exercise such fluidity when he conducts.

[He is deeply oblivious to how he flusters some of his musicians as he does not make direct eye contact any longer than necessary to identify who he needs to assist, he's actually usually fixing his eyes on the musicians' hands for technique - another intimidation factor.]

Unlike most conductors, he's not amazing at metaphors unless he's prepared them ahead of time.

Whenever he was employed as a conductor/orchestral director in a University, and after he retired, he would usually also audit a high level Astronomy or Physics class every semester.

If he goes on a tangent during rehearsal, there's a 50% chance it's about space.

Big Star Trek fan. He couldn't pick a favorite series, though, his opinions are too nuanced to rank any entire shows. He'd find something to appreciate about each series. Even Enterprise, even if the theme song makes him want to vomit.

#siebren de kuiper #overwatch sigma #maestro sigma #overwatch #sigma #sigma overwatch #overwatch headcanons #I LOVE HIM SO MUCH #I WANT HIM TO RAIL ME #I WILL BARK FOR HIM #AMAZING HEADCANNON #ahhhhhhh

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edge-lorde · 5 years ago

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local adult siblings shocked to discover that they are not all the same person.

notes on “mom clone”

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[image description: Five page She Ra (2018) horde clone OCs comic. Page 1: Mom clone (MC) wearing his short gray cape, sits at what looks to be a tree with several tubes connected to his back and rib ports, while looking at a Horde tablet. A voice from off-screen says "Glory be, Brother!" He looks up, surprised. The camera switches perspective to reveal the voice to belong to Funny clone (FC). Who is wearing a cowl with the hood up but no robe. FC says "I figured that you were down here, but I wanted to make sure." MC says "Glory be to Horde Prime, Brother. You frightened me." "I am sorry." says FC. MC demonstrates that he can't get up because he is connected to the wall with tubes, saying "It is quite alright... I will be able to be with you in but one moment." FC says "I will wait with you." as he turns to walk towards a set of closed sliding metal doors. He wrenches them open with his bare hands with a loud "RRRRRRttttttt" sound.

Page 2: The doors open to a dark closet with stacks of something on shelves. FC gathers an armful of them before dumping them all on the ground with a "PAMMff", revealing them to be spare Horde cowls. MC asks "What are you doing?" "Constructing a bed." replies FC. MC chides "Those belong to everyone. One should not just dump them all on the ground." FC, now sitting in his pile, says "We have plenty more." MC sighs, then says "Fair enough." FC now lies on the floor, wrapped in a cocoon of cowls, only his face and feet are visible. MC asks "...Is that even comfortable?" "Not at all." replies FC. MC says "Hm." and resumes looking at his tablet. They stay like that for another panel worth of time.

Page 3: FC looks up at MC on his tablet from the ground. He asks "Are you reading Something?" MC replies "Indeed I am." The camera zooms out to the perspective of someone on the top of a nearby metal staircase, a clone's hand can be seen gripping the safety railing. This person calls down to them "There you are!" The perspective changes to show Shitty clone (Sc) leaning over the guardrail and pointing down. He says "I told you that he would be down here." He begins walking down the stairs. MC says "Glory be to Horde Prime, Brother, do you need Something? I can be up in a Minute But not right now." SC says "No need to hasten, Dear Brother, I seek only companionship." as he saunters down the stairs. FC says "OoOOo Do you want me to make you a bed?" SC goes "??????" as he seems to notice his brothers predicament for the first time. He says "... I do not, actually." He reaches the bottom of the stairs and then walks over to where FC is on the floor. FC makes the ":3' face. SC says "You absolute Madman. Why are you on the ground?" He moves his foot over FC's head and says "I will destroy you." with a smile. MC says "Do not Step on him Please.''

Page 4: "I'm NOT." SC says as he continues to hold his foot over his brother. "Besides," He says "The little CUNT likes it." Splash panel cut to MC looking shocked. SC adds "Am I incorrect?" FC lifts his arms out of his cowl cocoon and says "BROTHER! YOU HAVE LEGS!" He grabs SC by his outstretched leg and rolls, suplexing SC into the ground with a "THUNK." The camera cuts to MC, his ears down. The background behind him is a soup of screams and laughter. Text reads "AHHHHHH" "AHHHHHHH" and "HA HA HA" many times over. He says "Stop. No. No. Stop. Stop it. No. Stop fighting." The camera zooms in on his hands grabbing at the tubes connected to his belly. The laughter and screaming continues, new text reads "LET GO OF ME! He tried to kill me!" Panel cuts to FC and SC roughhousing in the cowl pile. SC looks angry as he grips FC by the neck and pulls his other fist back ready to punch. FC looks giddy. The text over more laughter reads "HE TRIED TO KILL ME. Did you see that?" MC, looking upset, says "This is all my fault right?" The other two stop mid catfight and look at him, a fistfull of Sc's hair still in FC's fist. The yelling and laughter stops. MC goes on "I oversaw both of your cloning. I made some oversight and that is why you act this way?"

Page 5: FC and SC bolt upright. FC says "No, Brother!" They rush over to MC. MC says "And now I have to live with my mistakes... because there is no one left to judge me?" The others begin helping him get undone from his tubing. FC says "No Brother, we are sorry. We will not fight any longer." SC says "No, you could not have done anything wrong will behave." MC pinches his temple, head down, and says "Heh." "We are sorry." They continue to work in silence. Finally freed, MC stands up. He is composed now. He asks "Are either of you hurt?" SC says "No." FC says "No." Mom clone asks "What did you need my help with?" "Nothing we just did not know where you were." /end description]

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jaehyunspeachparty · 5 years ago

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daddy jaehyun

iv.vii. (m)

At the weekend you had agreed with Johanna that you would do some shopping. You wanted to have nice clothes again because you still have this little belly from the twin pregnancy for a while and you currently don't fit in your old clothes. "Are you looking for something specific or are you just looking like that?" You ask Johanna while looking through the clothes on the rail. "Well Hayoung is having a bridesmaid party and I'm invited." She sighed and looked carefully at you. Everything was still very tense and nobody wanted to address the situation with Doyoung. "Do you get along well?" You asked and wanted to take the tension off. Johanna was your friend, she could talk to you about anything. "I'd say. But we only went for a coffee every now and then." It was clearly uncomfortable for her to talk about it, so you just nod and keep looking. But somehow Johanna felt guilty. "Y/N, I can ask if you can come with me or to the bridesmaid's party." She turned to you and looked desperately. "Johanna, that's not a problem. I understand that Doyoung doesn't want to keep me too close. A lot has happened." Johanna doesn't know everything about the whole story with Doyoung, Johnny doesn't even know everything and you doubt that he told it all. "What really happened there? Johnny just says you were in a love triangle." She confirmed your suspicion that she hardly knows anything, but you didn't know if it was the right time to explain all of this. "Doyoung loved me, I loved Jaehyun and Jaehyun was overwhelmed with all the emotions. This story is too huge for one day and fit’s better with wine and sushi. It is too complex to summarize that." You put the dress you had back. Johanna nodded and continued to search. You were looking for a dress for yourself, but somehow you always slip into the children's clothing department. You will always find something for Miga, Sunoh or the twins. "Hey, didn't you want to buy clothes for yourself?" Johanna asked while you holding a romper with bunny ears. "But that's so cute. If I buy two, I can put Geon and Kiwoo in that. Jaehyun would be so confused." You look in love at the baby clothes and Johanna laughed. "Why? Can't he separate the twins?" "Yeah, but they look really identical. I only knew them because I breastfeed the two boys." You still had the romper in your hand and are already looking for an identical one in the same size. "How can you tell them apart? I think also that they really look the same and can’t tell you the difference." "Kiwoo is much more active. He is kicking wildly and he is much greedy when I breastfeed him. Geon smiles constantly, he is such a happy baby and he is so gentle, and breastfeeding with him takes longer. They look maybe the same but their characters are so different." You smile and somehow you missed your baby twins. It was the first time that you were without them for a few hours. "Johnny wants a baby too." Johanna suddenly became more serious and looked uncertain on the floor while you already found a new outfit for Sunoh. "You shouldn't get pregnant too fast. Your last birth was only 5 months ago." You put the outfit for Suoh over the romper and are now looking for something for Miga. "I don't want children anymore. Two are okay with me, but Johnny is already talking about number three." It really strains her. So you stop and turn to her. "Then talk to him and show him how you feel." "I know, only we have just reconciled and I don't want to bring the next argument into our relationship." Johanna grabbed her forehead and looked slightly panicked. "Are you still going to couples therapy? Maybe this is a good place to talk about it. A neutral person between you could sort things out and it won't escalate into emotions." "Hmmm yes maybe I should give it a try." She sighed and could see that it was bothering her. You stroke her back and smiled. "You two can do it." Then she nodded and you could understand that there was still a lot of work to do. Johanna then picked up a dress for Jaina and then turned to you. "How do you think our men are doing with the children at the moment?"

"AHHHHHHH!" "Sunoh, where's your clothes?" Jaehyun ran after his son, but the twins started to cry and Jasper followed. "Daddy, I think the babies are all hungry." Miga looked at the three children. Jaina meant that she had to climb on the table and was about to slip when Johnny quickly caught his daughter. "Jaehyun, we can't go on like this. This is like war!" Johnny held Jaina, who also started screaming. Miga covered her ears and ran to her father. "Daddy, it's so loud here." With her dark eyes, she looks up at Jaehyun desperately. But Jaehyun saw also that this day was catastrophic. "I think we have to call Mia." He had to admit that because the two Daddy’s were overwhelmed. "Why didn't you do it earlier?" Johnny was still struggling with Jaina, who wants to climb around everywhere. "Because she has her free day." At that moment the children were still screaming loudly and meanwhile, Sunoh was completely naked and crouched suspiciously in the garden. ”Daddy, I think Sunoh is pooping.” Miga pulled on her father's shirt and pointed to her brother. "No Sunoh, you're not shitting into the flowers now." Jaehyun ran out and grabbed his son. Now it was enough for him, Mia has to go back home as soon as possible.

When you got home it was already dark. You open the door and it was completely quiet. Everything was tidy and when you looked into Miga and Sunoh's room they were sleeping. You could not believe that there was so much peace here. When you come into the bedroom, you hear the shower and in the addition on your bedside, the twins are cuddled together and also slept. You were really surprised how well everything worked. You really thought that chaos would break out. You sneak past your babies and go into the bathroom where Jaehyun just got out of the shower and the towel wrapped around her waist. He also seemed relaxed and maybe the fact that he had everything so well under control made him even more attractive. "Hey, you're here." He grinned and stood in front of you now. "Yes, we went also for dinner." You grin and put your hands on his wet chest. "Did you find something nice?", He asked further and you hesitated briefly. "Or did you just only buy things for the kids again?" He laughed, after all, he already knew you too well. "I've found one dress for me," you say proudly, looking into his dark eyes. And at the moment your knees got weak again and you have felt this lust that you never felt for a long time. Sex wasn't even in your mind for the past few weeks after the birth and it was still a while before you could sleep with him again, but something was stirring in you again. "Very good. You deserve something just for yourself." His face was suddenly closer to yours and he breathed these words so gently that you could almost read them on your face. "Apparently you also had a good day. Everything looks perfect. I'm impressed!" You grin and Jaehyun, who had his hands on your butt, hugged you tighter. "Yes?" He asked and grinned. If he was honest, Mia had helped and cleared up the mess. They had a deal that they didn't tell you or Johanna and Miga was bribed with lots of cookies. "Yes, you are such a good father." You run your fingers along his abs and moan in his direction. "Y/N, you're driving me crazy and we can't ..." Your foreheads lay on each other and your bodies were pressed together. "I know, but all the kids are asleep and you deserve a reward for today." You grin and kiss him just before you suddenly get on your knees. Jaehyun watched your actions closely and when you wiped the towel off his waist, his body twitched. He was right in front of your face, half-hard and you hadn't had him so close in a long time. You smile just before you take him in your hand and trigger a short moan from Jaehyun. The moment his length was in your hand, he was already growing and getting even more harder. You look up to him so far that your eyelashes reached your eyebrows and grinned because you knew exactly what you were going to do now. Jaehyun felt like he’s going crazy. You were on your knees, but now it was he who was weak in front of you. His eyes were pleading and begging. He wanted to scream 'put this fucking cock in your mouth'. You knew that exactly and that's why you take much more time. Your lips came very close to his tip, but you are not yet completely absorbing him. You see his length twitch with excitement and you had to giggle softly. You hear a soft moan without touching him and you were glad that you could still make him so hard with so little. But it was only a matter of time before the twins wake up and so you decide to act a little faster because you really wanted to give him that. So you open your mouth as far as you can and push your head so far forward that you have almost completely swallowed his cock. When your lips closed around his length, Jaehyun raised his hands and closed them behind his head to lie down easily. "Oh God!" As if he would find redemption, he groaned. You don't let that stop you and just keep going. You play alternately with your tongue on his glans and then start with another deepthroat. His hips gently pushed forward and backward, automatically. But whenever his lower abdomen pulled in, you knew he was close to his climax. You support yourself with your hands and really suck him out. And with another moan, you feel the familiar taste that ran down your throat bitterly and slightly salty. You suck his glans a little more so that he was clean of his own cum and when you were done he pulled you up. You look into each other's eyes and smile at each other, but then you hear a baby cry, followed by the second. It was time for the children agin

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a-southern-reader · 4 years ago

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Qrow’s Bachelor Lifestyle

Qrow’s life isn’t one a husband should have, not for even a boyfriend. His type of work and luck just doesn’t mix well with loving relationships. Now that doesn’t mean he’s never been with a girl before. Oh no, on the contrary his lifestyle makes flings that much easier. Going to a town for a night then leaving and never returning really helps with making one night stands less awkward. He was in Vale now, or more specifically Beacon, and Qrow has been going through a bunch of shit. However he saw who would be the best person with relieving some of his stress.

‘I am so pissed with that drunkard!’ Winter said in her head while taking a shower in the girls community shower room. Winter finished scrubbing the shampoo out of her hair and just stood under the shower head looking up, just relaxing as the water fell on her face.

“Hey Ice Queen.” Winter immediately turned around and covered her self with her hands.

“Qrow! Get out of here before I kick your ass like I did in the courtyard.” Winter stared at Qrow not yielding even in this awkward position.

“Hey now, I’m just getting a shower too. I also wanted to talk to you.” She just now noticed that he is not dressed either and he’s not bothering covering up anything. He walks into the shower stall and stands right beside her under the falling water. “I just wanted to tell you I’m sorry about what just happened. I’ve been out risking my life all by myself and fighting basically everyday. You don’t know what I’ve been dealing with, but I also don’t know what you have been too.”

What he was saying is true as she heard it. He’s not really excusing himself, but just saying that they’re both dealing with things that the other doesn’t know.

“Plus I haven’t had a good laid in a while and I think you would do just fine.” As Qrow said that he was walking towards Winter, making her back up until she hit the tiled wall.

“Oh no, don’t think a few words would just make me~ Ahhhhhhh!” Winter yelps before she looks down and sees his cock has impaled itself inside her pussy.

Qrow lowers his head so that his mouth is right beside her ear and he whispers. “You don’t understand. I am not asking.” Once he told her that he felt her pussy tighten around his member. “Oh does the specialist like it when she’s being told what to do? You really are a true soldier.” He stated with a smirk.

“Its... it’s just so big.” Winter moaned out. She couldn’t think straight at the moment.

“And you’re so tight, I can fuck this all night long. But if you really don’t want to...” He started to pull himself out of her pussy.

“No please don’t! Stay... fuck me please.” Winter bit her bottom lip after she said that last part. “Show me how a uncivilized brute like yourself pleasures a woman.”

Qrow just looks at her and smiles. Once he heard what he wanted to hear he gave a single powerful thrust into and heard that beautiful moan. Her long and pale legs wrapped around his waist. “If I’m a uncivilized brute then you’re maiden that I’ve captured and going to have my way with.” He grunted as he began pounding into her pussy.

“Mmmmh... oh yes.” Winter tilted her head back and once Qrow saw that vulnerable neck he started kissing all over it. He didn’t ignore her other assets though, his right hand was groping her left pillow like breast.

Winter’s eyes were closed and her face was flushed red due to the pleasure she was receiving. “Ohhhh!” She screeched out and opened her eyes to see that Qrow’s hand has been replaced and he was gently biting her nipple. She couldn’t take it any more, she just screamed out in pleasure. She didn’t care if someone found the Specialist Schnee getting railed in the showers like a school whore.

“Damn I’m about to cum.” Growled Qrow as he kept his tempo up. He wasn’t about to finish yet though, there was still one thing he still wanted her to do.

“Don’t you dare~ngh! Don’t you dare pull out.” Winter put all of her focus into saying that.”

“What was that? Ohhhhh, don’t worry I’ll make I pull out.” He acted like he didn’t hear what she just said. Winter grabbed his hair though and made sure he was looking into her angry eyes.

“I said DON’T you bastard.”

“Damn you’re one big slut.” He said with a smirk.

“Only for you.” She replied with a smirk in kind.

Qrow laid it into hard, not giving either one of them a second to catch their breath. Winter’s pussy was so wet that the running water didn’t cover the sound of it sloshing as Qrow’s pounded into her.

“Ahhhhh!” Winter’s head flew so far back due to her orgasm that she hit the shower wall.

Qrow finally finished and gave one last thrust as he came inside her. They stayed like that in the shower just panting and catching their breaths. The running shower was the only thing making noise now. With himself still inside of her Qrow walked over to the faucets and turned it off, he soon walked out of the stall with Winter resting her head on his shoulder.

He pulled Winter off of him and gently sat her down leaning against the wall. He went to the locker he put his clothes in and redressed himself. He walked back to Winter who hasn’t moved, the only thing that changed is the cum dripping out of her pussy and onto the floor. He got his scroll out and took a picture of the rare site. He doesn’t care that she might get mad at him for leaving her like that for anyone to stumble upon. It’s not like he’s her boyfriend or anything.

(I already posted this along with the second chapter of it on AO3. Don’t know why I didn’t post it here earlier.)

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radianhazbin · 6 years ago

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For the sins, she lived without

Beforehand a small authors note: This fic is kinda gore-heavy at some points. You have been warned.

Where am I?

Charlie looked around herself. She was sitting on the ground on a street, she didn't know. In a city, she didn't know, in clothes she didn't own. The young girl quickly jumped up, and walked around, just to see, that nobody was there. The streets were empty, the buildings were empty, there were no cars on the street. Her breathing got heavier, when suddenly, she heard a giggle from one of the many alleyways. She carefully peeked inside, and spotted a young girl. Maybe twelve or thirteen years old running towards her. Under her arm was a black leather purse.

The young girl swiftly jumped past Charlie, and continued to run down the street. An elderly women followed shortly after.

"Stop the thief!"

She screamed.

"Stop her!"

Her voice quickly lost strength and volume, as she was running towards Charlie. Soon after, she broke down. The young girl stepped towards the old women, who was laying on the ground, unconscious.

"What the fuck?", she whispered to herself, before being thrown back by an unknown, incredibly strong force.

"Get those fuckers out here! Burn this mother fucking village to the ground!"

Charlie heard a deep, rough voice screaming. She wasn't on a street anymore. Now, she was somehow transported into a small, wooden Hut.

Charlie quickly stood up again, and looked out of a small hole in the planks, that made up the walls. Outside, she saw fire and a thick jungle that surrounded a few more huts like this one. In the middle of these small houses, she saw men in camouflage with weapons, and many people dressed in everyday clothes. Those people, who were almost entirely asian, were grouped up in the middle of the village.

"Burn those fucking rats out!"

One of the, what charlie thought were soldiers, screamed out, and pointed at her hiding spot.

A small man with a weapon, she had never seen before walked forth, and pointed the end of the gun in her direction. Moments later, an ocean of flames hit the wooden structure, which began to burn in an instant. Charlie jumped away from the window, and sprinted outside in panic and fear.

She punched open the light door, and fell down a few steps, before coming to a stop in the mud. One of the soldiers stepped forward, and grabbed her by her long, blond hair. He dragged her through the mud into the group of other people, and threw Charlie into the middle of them.

"Onto your fucking knees you dogs!"

The soldier, who screamed before, ordered them to do. Charlie heard women screaming, children crying and men trying to step forward and punch the soldiers in the face. Some men were trying their best to keep their woman behind them. And the women kept their children behind them.

Then, the soldier from before, moved his hand to his hip, and pulled a pistol from it. He aimed into the air, and pulled the trigger.

BAAM!!!

A deafening sound echoed through the village, and immediately after, there was just silence.

"Alright, listen up you fucking, disgusting pigs!"

The soldier with the gun shouted out, while putting the weapon down again.

"Your fellow men, these disgusting fuckers, killed my friends, killed my family!"

He lifted the pistol up again, and aimed at the head of one of the civilian man, at point blank range.

"Now I want to see, how you fuckers react, if I kill your family!"

He pulled the trigger, and the head from the man, he was aiming at, shot backwards. A cascade of blood shoot out of its back, and painted the women and children behind him red. The dead body then fell to the ground. Expressionless.

One of the other soldiers ran to the shooter.

"Major Husk, what the fuck are you doing?"

Husk?!

Charlie realized.

"I do my fucking job! Now back in the line soldier!" , Husk screamed and pushed the young man back again. He then proceeded to shoot the men, the women, and he even executed the children, who were crying over their dead parents body's.

He walked in a circle around the group of people, with every rotation killing another layer of them. Within minutes, Charlie, who escaped to the middle of the group, was drenched in blood, and parts of brains, bones and other things, she didn't even wanted to know, where they came from. Slowly, Husk made his way into the middle, and in the next moment, he stood in front of her.

Charlie looked up at the man.

"Husk, it's me! Charlie!", the girl begged, crying from the atrocity she just witnessed.

Husk didn't even flinch. He lifted up his gun, pressed it against Charlie's forehead, and pulled the trigger.

The girl flew backwards, onto a bed, she didn't recognize. She opened her eyes again, and looked around.

I'm not dead?

Charlie realized, before standing up again.

"Who are you?! What do you want from me?!", a male voice interrogated from behind her.

Charlie spun around, and laid her look onto a tall, young man. He had long, white hair that was styled upwards, a gun in his one hand, and a bag filled with white dust in the other.

He lifted his arm up, and pointed his weapon at her with a shaking arm. Charlie lifted up her hands.

"Don't", she begged.

"Get away from me! These are mine!", he screamed, and pulled the trigger.

A punch in the chest, threw Charlie to the ground, and knocked her out again.

After a while, she, again, opened her eyes. This time, she was in an entirely different room. She looked straight up to the ceiling. A metal fan slowly swung its turns. Charlie closed her eyes again.

What is this madness?!

She desperately thought, when she heard familiar, old time, radio sounding voice.

“The bodies of five more victims have been found. Nobody knows who the murderer is, but all I can tell you is, to lock your door, and pray that he will be caught soon."

Alastor?!

Charlie's expression turned into a smile from hearing Alastors voice. She didn't even really cared for what he said. That's when she felt something wet around her head. She turned to the side, and noticed, that she was laying in a pool of blood. Her blond hair colored red, and her snow-white hands were covered in the red liquid.

She jumped up as quickly as she could, and stepped back, to see where the blood was coming from. Charlie spotted a woman laying on the ground in front of her. Her head was split into two vertically.

"Sorry, I have to correct myself. 6 bodies."

A voice behind her stated. Charlie didn't even had time to spin around, before she felt a sharp, menacing pain in her back. It felt, like someone slammed an axe into her spine. She fell to the ground.

When will this suffering end?!

She wanted to cry. She wanted to scream. She just wanted it to end.

When she opened her eyes for the last time again, she could feel the fresh air in her face. The blood was gone. Her hair was golden as always, and the pain has vanished too.

The young girl slowly stood up, and looked around herself. She was standing on top of a gigantic building. She shakingly snuck to the edge, and took a glimpse down. She couldn't see the ground, just clouds.

That's, when she heard a whimpering to the left of her. She turned her head, and saw her girlfriend, Vaggie, sitting against the stone railing of the building. She covered up her eyes with her hands, and sobbed into them.

Vaggie's arms were covered in cuts and small holes. In front of her, were multiple needles.

"Vaggie?", Charlie carefully asked, while stretching out her right hand.

The crying girl lifted up her head.

"I'm sorry.", she apologized.

Afterwards she proceeded to stand up, turn around, and to climb onto the railing.

"Vaggie, don't!", Charlie desperately screamed, but it was to late.

Her girlfriend opened her arms, and fell forward. Charlie ran towards the edge, in the hope to catch her, but it was too late. The girl ran against the stone and witnessed her girlfriend fall down the building she was standing on. Tears ran down her face, and soon followed Vaggie onto her way into the abyss.

"Let this madness stop! Please!"

Charlie screamed into the air so loudly, that her throat hurt.

Then a crack.

A rubble.

The building she was standing on began to collapse, and dragged Charlie down with it.

Down into the darkness.

The girl fell for what felt like an eternity. There was no more waking up, no more screams. Just a familiar voice in the darkness. Her father.

"You can't save them all."

"You have to experience their sins, in order to help them."

"You can't do it."

"You're too weak."

"AHHHHHHH", Charlie woke up, drenched in her sweat.

"Huh? Honey, what's wrong?"

Vaggie laid next to her. She was in her bed, at the hazbin hotel. Tears ran down her eyes. Was this just a bad dream?

Vaggie started hugging the shaking girl.

Or was this a warning?

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jamaisjoons · 5 years ago

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in any other situation fucking your teacher is disgusting but if kim namjoon was my professor?? i’d fail every test and not listen in every lecture just so that he can fucking demolish ™️ my pussy with his fat cock and cum inside ahHhHhHh - joon cock anon 🥺

JEKDKEKFOWKDOWMEODKEFI DONT fuck ur teacher unless it’s in ur fantasies but also just KEEP it in ur fantasies

But hnnnnnn Professor Joon god I want him to rail me against his desk 🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤

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maybieawriter · 7 years ago

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Night Off | Shawn Mendes Fluff

Pairing: Shawn Mendes x Y/N

Word Count: 3,200+ Warnings: summarized smut at the end Summary: Dad! Shawn and pregnant! y/n need a night to themselves ( Hi everyone, I apologize for the horrible ending! I couldn’t seem to write anything worth posting so I put a bit of summarized smut. I am not confident in my smut-writing-skills at all, so I kind of jumped around it. The ACE Family inspired me for this in the beginning too. Hope you enjoy this, even though I kept skipping things.

Y/N woke up from the rain hitting the bedroom windows. The alarm clock on her nightstand reads “3:17 am.” She rubs her 30 week bump as she listens to the sound of rain in the drainage pipe along the roof. She thinks back to when her and Shawn used to cuddle on the couch and fall asleep to the pouring rain. His old apartment had the best view of the CN Tower and the Toronto skyline. She almost wishes that they still lived in that apartment just to watch the rain from the giant living room windows. However, after her and Shawn had been married for a few months, they both decided it was time to move to and live in a family sized home. So now, here they are 4 years later, in a suburban section of Toronto, not too far from his parents in Pickering.

As the rain continues to pour, Y/N feels the need to curl into Shawn’s arms. The baby in her belly was not kicking her at the moment so she was thankful for that. However, even if the baby started to kick, the feeling of Shawn’s hand on her belly calmed the baby. She turns to reach for him, but his side of the bed is empty. She quickly remembers that their 18 month old daughter, Ella, had woken them up earlier that same night. Shawn got up to calm her down and Y/N had fallen back asleep before he returned to bed. She honestly wondered if he ever made it back into your shared bedroom.

Slowly getting up, her hands instantly cradle her stomach. The bump was very prominent now, and getting up took a bit more effort. Yesterday was her 30 weeks mark, so she only has about 10 more weeks until number baby 2. Y/N started towards the hallway and went directly to Ella’s room. Her bedroom door was open half way, probably from when Shawn came in. She pushed the door open slightly as she walked in. The room was only lit up by a small unicorn night light plugged into the wall. Needless to say it was rather dark in the room, but Y/N could see just what she needed to. It was hard for Y/N to contain her laughter as she approaches Ella’s crib, due to the fact that Shawn was laying in the crib with Ella with his feet in the air, resting against the railing.

Y/N wanted to go back to her and Shawn’s room to grab her phone to take a picture. But, she stayed right next to the crib, gently leaning on the railing, watching her husband and daughter sleep in the crib.

She began to think of all the conversations she had with Shawn before Ella was born. Shawn always said that he would take time off from his music and touring to stay home with Y/N and raise their kids. And, it didn’t take long for Y/N to realize that he was being serious. Shawn hasn’t been on tour since before the first pregnancy was announced. Obviously the fans were upset, but he promised them that he was still making music while raising his family.

Ella stirred in her sleep and moved further away from her dad. Y/N took this opportunity to wake up Shawn, but she didn’t want to startle him. Her hand moves through his long brown curls, slightly scratchy his scalp to wake him. It didn’t take much of that before Shawn’s eyes opened only to see his wife staring at him inside of their daughters crib. Clearly he didn’t realize that he fell asleep after laying with her. He looks over at Ella and then back at Y/N, and motions for her to move away from the crib so he can get out. Slowly and carefully, he makes it out of the crib and sighs. Y/N pulls him into a hug and doesn’t move, she just holds him until he is ready to leave Ella’s room. She could tell that he didn’t mind staying in her crib, but Y/N knew that his back would be hurting the next day. She takes his hand to lead him back to the bedroom, quietly shutting Ella’s door on their way out. Once the couple makes it back to their bed, Shawn is more awake and wants to cuddle with his wife. He pulls her against his chest and places a hand on her stomach, his thumb moving across her skin.

He buries his head into her neck and mumbles, “she wouldn’t stop crying. I think she had a bad dream. Climbing in her crib felt like the only option.” She knows that Shawn is trying to reason with her.

“I would have done the same thing,” Y/N whispers to him softly.

“How’s the other little one doing?” He asks while rubbing your belly a bit more than before.

“Quiet, which is okay because that means he’s not kicking.”

Shawn immediately perks up, leaning on his elbow, “He? What makes you think it’s a boy?”

“I don’t know,” Y/N chuckles. “I just have a feeling.”

At this point, Shawn has already started thinking all of the possible things he can do with his son. Teaching him how to play guitar or how to play soccer or hockey. Ella hasn’t yet started her guitar lessons with Shawn yet, but he gets more excited the older she gets, so he can finally teach her. Shawn was the best father to Ella. He sings to her almost every night, reads to her as much as possible and is almost always on diaper duty.

“You have a feeling, huh? Well what if I think it’s another girl?” Shawn says back to his wife.

“I wouldn’t mind having another girl. I just think this one is a boy. We only have 10 more weeks to go. Hopefully he or she will come early, give me a break.” Y/N says. When she was pregnant with Ella, she was 8 days late. They are both hoping that this baby won’t take as long to arrive.

“I kind of hope it’s a boy too. Just to even it out I guess,” Shawn laughs.

“Oh don’t lie, you want another girl,” Y/N smirks at him.

Shawn looks at her, knowing she’s right and he doesn’t want to admit it. As his head falls into his pillow, he mumbles “ughhhhhhh why are you always right.”

“I’m your wife, I’m always right.” She starts to comb through Shawn’s hair, it messy and needs a wash, but it’s hard to shower with an 18 month old on the loose.

With his face still in the pillow he asks, “can we bring Ella to my parents for a night or two? I really want you to myself before the baby comes. And, to be honest, Ella is kind of a cock blocker.”

It takes everything in Y/N not to laugh out loud, knowing if she does she will wake up Ella down the hall. “Sure babe, I’ll call Mom in the morning. We should get some sleep though, Ella will be up in a few hours.”

He turns onto his back again, lifting his arm to allow her to curl against his side, her leg wrapping over him. “Well then we better get to sleep,” he says looking down at her, his curls still a wild mess. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” Y/N says back to him, staring right into his eyes. She rests her head back on his chest, letting sleep consume them both.

In the morning, Shawn wakes up before Y/N and Ella. Shawn turns his head and sees Y/N still sleeping soundly, the baby in her belly most likely sleeping too. He glances at the clock, reading 7:09 am, and knows it’s only a matter of time before Ella wakes up. As much as he wants to stay in bed with Y/N all day, he gets up slowly and carefully not wanting to wake his wife up.

Shawn moves slowly to the bedroom door, avoiding the areas of the floor where is gets creaky when someone walks on it. He opens it, quickly slides out of the room, and gently shuts it behind him. He makes his way down the short hallway do his daughters bedroom, pressing his ear against the door to hear her if she is awake. He can hear her fussing a bit, so he knows she is about to cry or shout soon. He enters her room with a smile and sees that she is just waking up. Her brown curly hair a complete mess after her slumber, and her cheeks pink as ever. Leaning over her crib, Ella’s eyes immediately go to her dad. Instantly her arms dart up with the cutest chubby graby-hand motion. He chuckles down at her and reaches in to pull her out. Wanting her to remain quiet, he uses a very quiet voice, “good morning sweet pea, how did you sleep?”

Ella, who can only babble, replies with a soft “ahhhhhhh” to her dad.

“Oh really, that well huh?” He questions her jokingly, placing her down on the changing table. “I think you only slept so good because daddy got in your crib with you. Isn’t that right?”

She only makes small squeaks to respond to him while he changes her diaper.

After Shawn changers Ella, he carries her downstairs into the kitchen and sets her in the highchair. The whole time Shawn tries to buckle her into the seat, Ella keeps squeezing Shawn’s fingers, not wanting to let him go yet.

“Ella, you gotta let go of daddy now,” Shawn begins to say in his best baby voice. “I need to make you and mommy some breakfast.”

Of course Ella has no idea what her dad is saying, but she smiles and lets go of his fingers, giggling in the process. While Shawn is busy making breakfast, he talks to Ella about the new song he’s been writing about Y/N. He knows that she can’t understand, but her responsive baby cheers make it seem like she does. One of Ella’s cheers is loud enough to wake up Y/N upstairs, Shawn quickly shushing her.

Y/N sits up in bed instantly wondering why her daughter was squealing so loudly, and then she noticed her husband is missing from their bed. She raises from the bed slowly, and walks into the bathroom. Now that she’s awake that means the baby in her belly will be awake. After freshening up, Y/N heads downstairs making her way to the kitchen. Stepping into the bright room, she sees her husband sitting on the stool next to their daughters highchair. Ella hands are covered in smooshed banana, cheerios are all over the floor, and her face is slightly red from the strawberries Shawn cut up for her.

Ella notices her mother walk into the room, her arms immediately reach for her as she lets out more squeals. “Good morning honey,” Y/N giggles at Ella as she walks over to them. Shawn hands instinctively go to Y/N’s belly gently caressing it. Ella laughs in response to her mother. Y/N turns to Shawn, leaning on him a bit, “and good morning to you, handsome.”

Shawn blushes a bit before kissing her. “Good morning, beautiful” he gushes to Y/N. “I made you breakfast too,” he admits pointing at the countertop to her toast, eggs and glass of orange juice.

“Thank you,” she smiles at him, leaning down for another quick kiss. Ella lets out a small yell to announce that she is done with her breakfast.

Shawn nods to Y/N, “I’ll keep Ella occupied while you have breakfast.” He removes Ella’s highchair tray and sets it near the sink, then picks her up. The parents laugh and a few cheerios fall off of Ella as she is lifted from the seat, causing her to let out a few giggles too.

“I’ll call mom once I’m done. What time should I tell her?”

“4:30,” Shawn responds. “I’m taking you to dinner, we’ll go after we drop Ella off.”

Y/N’s call with Shawn’s mother is mostly filled with Karen being excited to see her granddaughter. Y/N laughs at Karen a bit because she saw Ella 5 days ago. “So we will drop her off around 4:30 pm and pick her up around 11:00 am tomorrow morning, is that alright?”

“Anytime, you can take as long as you’d like. I’ll let Manny know. See you soon hun.” Karen rushes to get the already clean house prepared for Ella, quickly hanging up on Y/N.

The day went by fast as Ella was excited to see her grandparents again. They always spoiled her a little too much, but isn’t that what grandparents are for? Before they knew it, it was time to leave. Shawn puts Ella in the carseat and jumps into the driver’s seat, seeing Y/N already settled in the passenger’s seat next to him, silently rubbing her belly. The drive to Manny and Karen’s house is only about 25 minutes so they managed to sing along with a few songs on the radio. Ella of course screaming the lyrics that she really doesn’t know. As they pull up the driveway, Shawn noticeably perks up in his seat, making Y/N laugh.

“What’s got you all excited?”

“We are about to drop off Ella and actually have a night to ourselves again. I think I’m more than a little excited,” Shawn replies as he parks the car.

“Well you’re gonna have to contain your excitement until we get home, love. I don’t think that your parents would appreciate us using their driveway to have car sex. Plus I can barely move in here,” Y/N smirks at him, unbuckling herself.

Shawn stops all movement to look at his wife, “don’t tempt me.” Her eyes widen and he gives her a quick kiss by leaning over the center console. Shawn grabs Ella from her carseat while Y/N grabs her overnight bag. The second that Manny opens the door Ella screams in joy and reaches out for him. Manny quickly takes Ella from Shawn before she inadvertently jumps out of his arms.

Karen, Manny, Y/N and Shawn make small talk about Ella for a few minutes before Karen says, “alright you two, we’ve got it from here. Go and enjoy a night out and we will see you tomorrow morning.” Of course the young parents listen to her, but not before smothering Ella in kisses and hugs.

Shawn gives his daughter another sloppy kiss on the cheek, using his baby voice, “mommy and daddy will see you tomorrow okay, lovebug.”

Ella giggles and says, “bye daddy. Bye mommy.”

As much as Y/N and Shawn want a night out, they know they will miss Ella. Making their way back to the bar, Shawn lifts Y/N up in a bridal pose and carries her the rest of the way to the car. Y/N takes the small opportunity to kiss his neck, as he places her in the passenger seat.

“Baby, you shouldn’t do that right now, because I will take you right here in my parents driveway if I have to,” Shawn whimpers to Y/N.

- skipping dinner -

Back at home Shawn and Y/N decide on a movie to watch. The house is quiet without Ella’s giggles bouncing off the walls. Shawn and Y/N curl up on the couch, her legs on-top of his, and his arm around her, and opposite hand on her belly. Shawn had picked the movie “Baywatch” which has plenty of humor in it. However, half-way through Y/N notices the lead actresses are very pretty, and very thin. Before Y/N was pregnant with both Ella and baby number 2, she wasn’t skinny. Her realistic body type is what lured Shawn to her, but now she wonders if Shawn would want her to slim down after the baby is born. Shawn notices after a few minutes that Y/N is quieter than normal, he pauses the movie, causing her attention to go to him.

“Why’d you pause it?” Y/N worries.

“Why are you so quiet? You are never this quiet during a movie,” Shawn ponders while moving closer to her, even those she’s basically on-top of him already.

Y/N sighs knowing Shawn won’t stop pestering her until she answers his question. “I just….I just feel like I’m not attractive anymore,” Y/N lets out. She starts to get teary eyed, “having another baby is going to be great, but I feel like you’re not going to think i’m hot or sexy after I give birth.”

Shawn’s sadness immediately shows, he’s upset that his wife is self-conscious. His arms wrap around her tighter as tears start to fall, letting her bury her face into his neck. “Baby,” Shawn whispers. “I would never in my life think that you are unattractive. You are the most beautiful and sexy woman in the world to me. I never want you to think that I don’t completely adore you.” He pauses for a minute, getting a little choked up. Y/N pulls her face out of Shawn’s neck, leaving it wet with tears, and rests her forehead against his. “You are carrying our second child, of course your body is going to change, but my love for you isn’t going to. I will never think your body isn’t sexy because you’ve had my children. You are -”

Before he can finish, Y/N cuts him off with a steamy kiss. Her arms wrap around his neck, pulling him closer and moving so she is straddling him. Shawn’s massive hands run over her butt, gently squeezing them to make her moan.

Y/N pulls away slightly whimpering, “I love you.” “I love you so much Shawn, thank you.” She doesn’t even let her breathless husband speak before pulling him in for another kiss. A mini-makeout session starts and within a few moments, both Shawn and Y/N are without shirts.

Shawn pulls back for a moment to catch his breath, “I love you too, and I plan on showing you how much I love you tonight and everyday for the rest of our lives.” Y/N’s face turns a deep red, her hands moving to pull his face to meet hers again. Things move quickly as Shawn carries Y/N to the bedroom, laying her down on their king-size bed. Clothes are removed and thrown across the room. Shawn hadn’t recently seen Y/N’s chest, which is slightly larger than usual due to the pregnancy. “Oh baby,” Shawn moans lips against her chest within an instant. Let’s just say that Y/N and Shawn’s whimpers, moans, and groans were heard by the neighbors until they both past out around 1:00 am from exhausting each other out.

Waking up to a quiet house is rare, so sleeping in was no issue for Shawn and Y/N. Around 9:30 am, Shawn woke up to soft snores coming from his wife, who was practically on top of him. Their intertwined legs meant he couldn’t move, but he didn't care. Being this close to his wife, without a raging 18-month old in the house felt amazing. He stares at her while she remains asleep, wondering how he got so lucky.

#shawn mendes #shawn mendes smut #Shawn Mendes Imagine #shawn mendes fluff #shawn mendes fanfiction #shawn mendes x reader #shawn mendes x

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district2001 · 7 years ago

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Bon Voyage Season 3 Episode 2 (BTS x 8th Member Imagine)

PAIRING: BTS x 8th Member (female)

GENRE: Minimal fluff, good old humour

WORDS: 2k (whoahh)

Summary: Join BTS as they begin the third season of 'Bon Voyage.' In Episode 2, the gang (gucci gang- ayyy) participate in some challenged to win some food.

A/N: please message me or reply to this about what adventures you want to see in BV 3 Xx ALSO ALSO Enjoy the reference to another kpop group (won’t give away any spoilers). But this is the perfect opportunity to ask yall to send me some (group which shall not be mentioned ) requests. ALSO WHO GUESSED THE SONG!

Part 1

As soon as Y/N stepped off the plane, she felt the bright sun hit her eyes. She was quite literally blinded. And she was wearing sunglasses.

Her right hand gripped tightly to the railing of the stairs, whilst her left hand was holding the handle of her suitcase.

"Let me take that for you, my lady" Y/N giggled, as Hoseok grabbed her suitcase from her. Always a true gentleman.

She stepped down the wobbly stairs, taking in her surrounding. To be honest, it was nothing special, just a bunch of boring buildings with a backdrop of blue sky. It didn't scream Australia. Then again, she knew that she was being too quick to judge. She walked across the tarmac, followed closely by her boys- all tired from the flight.

Soon they reached one of the private rooms, where they would find out more about their Australian journey. Whilst the crew were setting up the mic's, the Bangtan boy's and girl sat lazily on the single sofa in the room. Kookie was lying on Suga's shoulder, whilst V was sitting on Jimin's lap. Poor J-Hope hadn't even made it to the couch and was laying on the ground. At least it was carpeted

Once everything was set up, and J-Hope was still on the ground, a member of the producing team gave out a bunch off papers.

"We're not rejumbling words again" Namjoon scoffs in annoyance.

"No we're not going to torture you like that again" Relieved, Namjoon relaxes back on the couch.

"Instead, here are a bunch off quick mini games you will be playing to win over the food you will be eating when you spend the next day here in Sydney."

Everyone, including J-Hope, perks up. Food was their weakness.

"Each of you will choose a piece of paper, which has a mini game written on it. If you beat a member of staff, then you will get the food in a portion size of 9."

"Leader goes first," Y/N shouts, clearly wanting to eat, whilst not wanting to get yelled at first for loosing.

Namjoon walks towards the camera, and picks out the green piece of paper.

"Why you take my favourite colour," J-Hope exclaims.

"You should've gone first then" Namjoon sasses back.

He then opens the paper, and in black sharpie it reads 'Don't answer the question.' Classic.

"You will be playing for meat pies, an Australian Delicacy."

Y/N sighs. This game wasn't Namjoon hyungs strong point. She loved him to death. But she could kiss her chances of eating a pie filled with curry goodbye. Nevertheless, she screams out a "GO NAMJOON HYUNG" at the top off her lungs. She was his biggest supporter.

"What is a capital of Australia"

"The sun is very bright. I am going to melt"

"He wouldn't know the answer to that anyway."

Namjoon turned around a pretended to throw his cap at Jimin, the latter flitching, bracing himself for impact.

"What are you going to eat?"

"Y/N was snoring on the plane."

"HEYYYYYY"

"Where are you?"

"QANTAS is Australia's national airline."

"AHHHHHHH" J-Hope shouts, "HE ANSWERED THE QUESTION."

"No I didn't."

"The answer was Australia, and you mentioned their airline."

"I was just reading whatever was on the plane outside."

"Hobi Hyung, why are you arguing, don't you want food. Or are you trying to starve us to death."

The production team say the words we hear nearly every episode, "we will discuss." That was their way of saying 'you should loose, but you were close to winning. We feel bad and are going to give you the prize.'

Sure enough, they placed 2 four packs of meat pies in Namjoons hands.

"I'll go next." Jimin walks to the camera, picking out the piece of paper which read 'Paper, Scissors, Rock."

This time, the camera man versus him.

Round 1: Jimin-rock, Camera Man- paper

Round 2: Jimin-paper, Camera Man- Scissors.

"YOU SUCK HYUNG"

"Don't make me swear on camera!"

Round 3: Jimin-rock, Camera Man- paper

Y/N giggled, they weren't going to be getting- wait what was Jimin Hyung playing for.

"What food aren't we getting."

"Ahh, we should have told you. That was for Caromello Koala's."

"I'm sorry what."

"Koa- Aren't they animals."

"Why are they dipped in Caramel?"

"They looked so cuddly. Who would want to eat them."

Jungkook just stared at the crew with a blank expression on his face, trying to comprehend people eating those sweet creatures.

"They're chocolates" said a member of the crew, trying to hold back his laughter at the group thinking that the Australians would do such a thing. Then again, they'd be shocked to find out what the next person would be playing for.

"Who's next" Suga asked, in his usual monotone voice. He was the only one who had kept his composure through the whole Koala ordeal. Jin still looked concerned at the false though of Australian's eating caramel with Koala's whilst V was still using hand actions to describe how fluffy they were.

"I'll go" Y/N exclaims, standing up to pick the blue sheet of paper. She opens it facing the camera. 'Guess the Song.' She hadn't played this game before, but she understood the gist.

"Pretty self explanatory, Y/n we will play you 2 seconds of a song. If you correctly guess it you get the food."

"And what found would that be" she asks whilst batting her eyelashes.

"It's a surprise."

"As long as it's not strawberry filled Kangaroo I'll be happy" Jin exclaims from the background. The staff chuckle amongst themselves.

Y/N furrows her eyebrows as she waits for one of their songs to play from the iPhone of one of the producers. She remembers decorating that iPhone case when they were in Hawaii filming season 2, and was happy to see that her case was still there. She has found a bunch of flower stickers, and stuck it around the plain aqua case, topping it off with an official BTS sticker. Truthfully, it looked as if a 4 year old had done it, but she was so happy that the staff member still had it. It really showed how they had all become a family.

A beat suddenly plays for 3 seconds, and as quickly as she heard it, it disappeared. It was familiar, but not familiar enough. She could barely even remember the words for the next line. So much for planning to sing the song till she got to the chorus.

"Can I listen to it again please," she asks, giving her signature pout.

Of course, they would let her listen again- and they did.

Yet once again, she couldn't make out the song. It wasn't a single. They hadn't performed it recently, she didn't even know if they had ever performed it.

"saramdeureun naege malhae geu jeongdoye gobineun jinaganeun sonagirago (사람들은 내게 말해 그 정도의 고비는 지나가는 소나기라고)."

She really had no clue. Y/N turned around, hoping her boys would give her a helping hand, but they looked as dumbfounded as her. Useless.

She analyzed the lyrics. They were dark. Something Suga would write? Agust D would perform? Was it a diss track? Had they wrote another one without her. She was meant to be on 'Cypher V.' They had promised her she could. And it wasn't an empty promise like they gave V Hyung.

She turned back to face the camera, before quickly apologizing to her boys.

"Uhhhh." Sigh. "Is it… To be honest I can't even remember the next few lines. Um…. To be honest, it didn't even sound like us. Like, I'm assuming Suga Hyung rapped it because it's fast, but it doesn't sound like him. It can't be him. And it's not the other two, meaning I'm the only member of the rap line left. And it sounds like a guy. UNLESS you played with the pitch so it wouldn’t be obvious. If that’s so we have to give you all more credit.

The boys chuckle behind her. Y/N always started to ramble when she was nervous, or in this case overthinking.

"JUST SAY SOMETHING" Jungkook yelled, tired of waiting for the maknae.

"Uhhh. Did we even sing this?"

The staff smile. "No you didn't. Stray Kids did."

Before Y/N had time to beat herself up for not knowing the lyrics to one of her favorite groups (who would roast her for not knowing their song when the video dropped), J-Hope leaps off the sofa, knocking over Namjoon in the process. "RIGGED! HOW WAS SHE SUPPOSED TO GUESS THAT. HOW CAN WE GET FOOD. DO YOU WANT US TO SUFFER. DO YOU WANT US TO DIE HERE. BEFORE THE INSECTS KILL US."

Y/N fell to the ground laughing at her hyungs over reaction.

The staff quickly try to defend their actions. "No no. We thought it'd be funny. You all should know what so-"

"Don't give me any excuses. I, dance leader, believe this is bullying. I want the food." He looks around, signaling for the rest of the members to help him. "We want the food. Please."

"Of course. Of course. We aren't that mean. You're still going to get kangaroo. It's currently thawing in your hotel."

"I'm sorry what?"

"Kangaroo?"

"STRAWBERRY FILLED KANGAROO. I GUESSED IT!"

"Shut up Jin Hyung."

"You better be joking."

"Who eats Kangaroo."

"Don't they box people."

Yoongi was the only one who wasn't loosing his shit. As expected. Instead he was typing away on his phone, before responding to the rest of the group. "Apparently, people eat Kangaroos here. It's quite common."

"Only in Australia would they eat Kangaroo instead of Chicken."

Soon the game was over, after all the members had their turn.

V had to eat a tablespoon of vegemite, and when he successfully did it on his fourth try, he was awarded with- you guessed it- more Vegemite.

Jungkook had to name three phrases in Australian slang. Luckily him reading the tourist guide on the plane had come handy. "G'Day Mate" "Shrimp on the barbie" and "servo" were said in a really bad strong broad Aussie accent. And due to his efforts, he was awarded with Lamingtons.

Suga had to successfully promote their new single, and make 2 people purchase the album. He refused to do so, meaning that the group missed the opportunity of getting some Australian chips.

Jin had to give a rendition of the Australian anthem, after listening to it for 5 minutes. He stood up proudly on the table, after asking permission from the airport staff, and belted it out- very incorrectly. But his gallant effort allowed him to get some sausage rolls.

Last up was J-Hope, who was already rolling his sleeves up in anticipation. He was presented with an oval shaped ball. If he kicked it, somewhat straight, they would give him salad. Nothing distinctly Australian about it, but they would need some veggies too\ wash down the sugary and meaty food.

He positioned himself. Not knowing how to hold it. Some Australian passerbyers laughed at his positioning. Therefore he changed the position, so it was perpendicular to his body. RM stood infront of him, attempting to catch it- that is, if it went to him.

Hobi kicked it. Straight into Namjoons face. Nevertheless they were eating veggies tonight.

The squad screamed in happiness, whilst Namjoon rolled over the floor in pain. They had won the majority of their food, were going to eat kangaroo and have a massive sugar rush. They were going to be fed well tonight.

"Time to eat! Let's go to the hotel" Jimin exclaimed, speaking to cover the sound of his stomach rumbling.

"How do you think you're getting there?" the staff asked, causing the 8 very tired members of one of the biggest groups in the world to sigh very loudly and roll their eyes.

By the time they would get to their hotel, it would be closer to breakfast than dinner.

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crimsonadri-fanfiction · 7 years ago

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My Demons (Chapter 18)

Fandom: Naruto (Anime)

Genre: Romance, Hurt/Comfort, Friendship, FLUFF

Pairing: Gaara x OC

Rated: T

(First) (Previous)

Time goes by so slowly And time can do so much Are you still mine? I need your love

-Unchained Melody - The Righteous Brothers

A cleaning guy came in to clean up Hinata’s blood and Kankuro went down the stairs and walked up to Naruto who was standing by himself leaning against the railing.

“Ahhh! Now you’re talking! All you can eat! Bring it ooooooon!!!” Chouji suddenly shouted. Hayate coughed and everyone looked over at him.

“Now then, we’ll continue the competition.” He said.

“Alright! This time you’ll be picked I just know it.” Gai said to Lee giving him a thumbs up. “You ready Lee?”

“No.” Lee said turning away.

“Huh?”

“I have been waiting so long, I do not care. I might as well go last.” The names on the board started changing. They stopped Gaara used his sand to transport down. Rin leaned on the railing with a big excited smile. Gaara glanced up at her before looking forward and waiting for Lee to join him.

“Ahhhhhhh!” Chouji screamed. “Safe again!”

“Stop that!” Ino said hitting him on the head.

“You want everyone to know you’re a chicken?” Shikamaru asked also hitting him.

“Lee.” Sakura looked over at him after seeing his name on the board.

“It worked like a charm.” Lee said after kicking. “I knew if I said I wanted to be last I would be next!” He kept kicking the air. “I simply applied the principal which states that sometimes the surest way to hit something is to stop trying to hit it.” He started punching the air. “It is a form of reverse psychology!”

“Huu-ah! That’s my student.” Gai said.

“I was absolutely not going to be last no matter what! Ha ha! I sure fooled them did I not?” Lee asked.

“Now then, listen carefully.” Gai said. Lee stopped punching. “A piece of advice before you begin.”

“Sir.” Lee saluted. Gai leaned closer to Lee and whispered.

“Look, you see that gourd that Gaara’s wearing? Watch out, there’s something weird about it.”

“Good advice sir.”

“Don’t write it down!” Gai said when Lee started writing it on a paper. “What are you thinking? After all you’re not going to have any time to read any notes during the match are you?”

“Ah, more good advice.” Lee said before writing it down.

“Now Rock and Roll!” Gai shouted pointing.

“Yeah!!” Lee shouted before vaulting over the railing to the floor. Lee took up his stance. “I knew that sooner or later we would have to meet and I am glad it is sooner.” Gaara just started at him.

“I hope Gaara doesn’t hurt him too bad.” Rin said with a small frown. Temari looked at her.

“I’m sure the kid’ll be… fine.” Temari said.

“Why are you in such a hurry?” Lee asked after catching something. He dropped the cord to Gaara’s gourd.

“Alright then.” Hayate said. “If you are both ready… begin!” Lee ran at Gaara and jumped up.

“Ah! Leaf Hurricane!” He kicked but Gaara’s sand blocked it before getting bigger. “huh?” Lee jumped away while flipping to avoid it. The sand went back into the gored.

“What is that?” Ino asked.

“It’s sand.” Sakura said. Lee ran at him again and sand came out. Gaara remained motionless, his arms still crossed. Lee jumped and kicked but the sand blocked him. He kept attacking but the sand kept blocking. He heard it behind him and took out a kunai. He sliced at the sand as it attacked him then tried to kick. He rolled out of the way of the sand multiple times. Before jumping up and throwing kunai at the side of Gaara’s head. The sand stopped them.

“Wow.” Naruto said as he watched.

“Even as fast as he is, Lee can’t get anywhere close to him.” Sakura said.

“The sand, he’s using it as a shield.” Naruto said.

“He’s not doing it.” Kankurō said. “The sand is protecting him of its own accord.”

“Huh?”

“It’s almost like a living thing.” Kankurō said. “It’ll come to Gaara’s defense without his doing anything. That’s why Gaara’s never been injured. No one can get at him. No one’s ever even been able to touch him.” Kankurō said. Gaara looked up at Rin and saw her bouncing on her feet with a big smile. He couldn’t help but smirk briefly.

“Well, is that all?” Gaara asked turning back to look at Lee. “I hope you haven’t finished entertaining me. We haven’t had enough… fun.” Gaara lifted his head and the sand came at Lee. It grabbed him around his leg before swinging him around. It threw him against the wall and Lee slid down. It came at him again but he dodged to the side and ran at Gaara before trying to punch him. Gaara looked up towards Rin and expected to see a smile but Rin had her hands over her mouth slightly and looked worried for Lee. Gaara grit his teeth together. She was supposed to be supporting him; she shouldn’t care about some leaf ninja she barely knew. Lee back-flipped away from the sand but then he slipped on it and fell. Gaara heard Rin gasp and shot a glare at Lee. The sand came at Lee and covered him.

“It’s over.” Shikamaru said. Sakura looked up to see Lee flipping in the air way up high. He landed on top of the hand statue.

“A ninja who can do neither ninjutsu or genjutsu is certainly a rarity. Lee has only his taijutsu to rely on. Some might consider that a disadvantage, but that’s what makes him a winner.” Gai said.

“Huh?” Sakura sounded even more confused.

“Alright Lee, take’em off.” Gai said giving him a thumbs up. Lee look over and saluted.

“Uh, but Gai sensei, you said that was only as a last resort when the lives of very important people were at stake.” Lee said.

“That’s right I did, but this is an exception.” Gai said.

“Really?” Lee asked a smile forming on his face. “Really?” He sounded excited. Lee sat on the statue and pulled off his orange leg warmers to reveal leg weights.

“Huh? Are those..?” Ino asked.

“How old fashioned.” Shikamaru said.

“Totally cool.” Naruto said.

“Totally dumb.” Kankurō said.

“Ah that is better.” Lee said holding each leg weight and standing. “Now I will be able to move freely.” He dropped the weights. When they hit the ground it was like an explosion had gone off. The whole room shook. Everyone looked shocked.

“Alright! Now go!” Gai shouted.

“Yes Sir!” Lee said and suddenly he was gone. Gaara blinked and looked surprised. Lee was suddenly behind him and punched. Lee punched through the sand but didn’t hit Gaara. Gaara looked shocked and had uncrossed his arms. Lee was suddenly on the other side of him and kicked. Gaara’s head moved as Lee kicked because the sand had just barely stopped Lee’s foot. Gaara looked to where Lee had been and Lee suddenly punched coming an inch away from his face. Lee ran around Gaara and punched and kicked. Lee suddenly punched with a cry and his fist went past Gaara’s face.

“Close!” Sakura said with a smile. Gaara looked around as Lee seemed to blink around him kicking and punching. Temari looked over at Rin to see the girl watching with wide eyes.

“I could see that Lee had no aptitude for ninjutsu or genjutsu,” Gai said. “so we skipped them and focused all of his time and energy into developing taijutsu. That way we turn his disadvantage into a blessing. Now he doesn’t need those other things to win because he’s transformed himself into the world’s greatest taijutsu specialist.” Lee was running around Gaara who was trying to see where he was. Lee jumped up and brought his foot down and kicked Gaara’s head down which caused Rin to let out a squeak. Lee slide away and looked up with a smirk and Gaara looked in pain and annoyed.

“Wow, that’s scary.” Naruto said. “And I thought he was quick on his feet before. He’s been that fast all this time?”

“Yes Lee!” Gai cheered. “Let the power of youth explode!”

“Right!” Lee shouted and ran at Gaara. Gaara raised a hand and sand came up to block. Lee was suddenly behind Gaara and kicked. Gaara whirled around. “Over here!” Gaara couldn’t tell where Lee was. “No here!” Lee punched Gaara sending him to the ground.

“Gaara!” Rin shouted as she gripped the railing tightly.

“Good!” Gai said.

“He’s just, too quick.” Sakura said. “That sandstorm can’t keep up with him. Lee you nailed him!”

“That’s incredible.” Shikamaru said.

“I’ve never seen anyone that fast.” Ino said.

“Makes me dizzy just tryin’a keep track of him.” Chouji said. Gaara stood as sand poured out of the gourd.”

“Uh-oh.” Kankurō said.

“Yeah uh-oh is right.” Naruto said. “Your friend with the eye make-up is getting the stuffing beaten out of him.”

“That isn’t what I was talking about, kid.” Kankurō said.

“Huh?” Lee looked at Gaara, who was hanging his head, as sand fell off his face and onto the ground. He looked up and sand was covering him completely except for a few places were the sand had broken off. Gaara was grinning with wide eyes, showing all his teeth, and making a weird sound.

“Gaara?” Rin whispered.

“What the heck?” Naruto asked. “What’s going on with this guy?! His face is falling off.”

“It’s like a shell made of sand.” Kakashi said.

“Look there’s no a mark on the guy.” Shikamaru said.

“That is so weird.” Sakura said. The sand around Gaara swirled and went up to his face. The sand covered him.

“I don’t get it, is he made of sand or what?” Naruto asked. “All those blow and kicks Lee hit him with, did any of them get through?”

“No.” Kankurō said. “It’s like he’s wearing a suit of armor.”

“A what?” Naruto asked.

“Ordinarily those shifting clouds of sand are enough to shield him but in the event the shield is penetrated Gaara can also wear the sand like armor as a last line of defense.”

“This guy’s too much. He’s got armor now?” Naruto looked back at the two. “Does he have any weak spots?” Kankurō glanced over at Rin who looked extremely worried.

“Well is that all?” Gaara asked. Lee started to unwrap his arm wrappings until long pieces dangled from each.

“Get ready.” Lee said before he started running around Gaara in a large circle.

“What are you waiting for?” Gaara asked.

“Okay you asked for it.” Lee said. Suddenly Lee kicked Gaara in the chin sending him up.

“Gaara!” Rin shouted.

“Try this!” Lee kicked him in the stomach a bunch of times to get him up. The sand on the ground started to follow.

“What an incredible series of kicks.” Kakashi said. Lee gave a final kick then wrapped Gaara with his bandages before grabbing onto him and spinning them both extremely fast.

“Now take this! Primary Lotus!” They hit the ground creating a large crater. Lee landed safely next to it. The smoke cleared and Gaara could be seen in the middle of the crater. The sand armor on his made it seem like he was cracked all over. “It is over. I got him.” Lee said.

“Right on!” Gai shouted.

“Gaara!” Rin screamed. Temari put a hand on Rin’s shoulder afraid the girl was going to jump over the railing to run to him.

“Amazing. He really did it.” Naruto said.

“No… I don’t believe it.” Kankurō said.

“You did it!” Sakura cheered. “Way to go Lee!”

“Is he… that guy isn’t dead is he?” Shikamaru asked. Hayate walked over to look at Gaara’s body. A piece of sand fell in showing it was an empty shell. More pieces began to crumble away

“What?” Lee looked shocked.

“An empty shell!” Sakura shouted.

“But how? When did he do it?” Gai asked.

“It was when you closed your eyes to pray.” Kakashi said. “At that moment, Lee closed his eyes too because of the pain. That’s when he did it.” Lee turned around hearing sand behind him and Gaara appeared, sand falling down around him. He chuckled.

“Oh no it’s-“ Tamari said. Rin looked back, up at Temari with a frown.

“So it’s happened just as I thought; that look in his eyes it can only mean…” Kankurō said. “The demon inside him has been awakened.” Gaara made a hand sign and the sand swirled around him before attacking Lee sending him to the ground. Lee got up shakily grunting. He turned to face Gaara. A large wave of sand rose up.

“Run Lee!” Naruto shouted. Lee put up his arms to defend himself and a large wave of sand pushed him to the wall. The sand retracted and Lee slid down the wall. The sand came at him again and Lee put up his arms around.

“The poor kid is helpless he doesn’t have anything left.” Kankurō said. “Gaara’s just toying with him now.”

“I don’t get it, what’s Lee doing just standing there?” Sakura asked. “With his speed he should easily be able to get out of the way of those blasts. Why doesn’t he dodge them?”

“For a very simple reason.” Gai said. “He can’t dodge them.”

“Huh? Why is that?”

“The lotus is what you might call a double edged sword.” Kakashi said.

“What…What does that mean?”

“You know that it’s a forbidden technique, why do you think that is?” Kakashi asked.

“Well…”

“The Lotus isn’t ninjutsu or genjutsu it’s taijutsu requiring extreme physical energy, the strain it puts onto the body is unimaginable. No one can sustain it for long. Right now Lee is in so much pain that he hardly move at all. Isn’t that right Gai?”

“But-! But that means-!” Sakura looked back at Lee who was in a crater in the wall. He was holding his hands out and panting heavily. The sand attacked again and Lee jumped out of the way before rolling and jumping a few more times. Lee put up his arms in an X and Gaara made a hand sign. “No ninjutsu or genjutsu.”

“All he’s got is taijutsu.” Ino said. “And not much of that.”

“There’s no way he can win this.” Chouji said.

“Win? He’ll be lucky to survive.” Shikamaru said. Lee kept his arms up. Sand attacked him and he yelled out as he was sent to the ground. Gaara grinned and Lee stood up again holding up his arms. Gaara chuckled.

“What good to you think that’ll do?” Gaara asked.

“I pity the kid.” Kankurō said. “Gaara will just toy with him until he begs for mercy.”

“Well then,” Gai said. The three looked over. “Gaara’s in for a long match because that will never happen.”

“Huh?”

“Lee doesn’t know how to give up.” Gai said. The sand attacked Lee and he landed on his stomach the sand pounded into his back. Lee screamed. The sand retracted and Lee stood again holding up his arms. Tears came to his eyes as he looked up at Gai. Sand moved around and Lee got ready.

“He can’t go on, make him quit before he gets himself killed!” Sakura shouted. Lee took up his normal stance with one hand up. The sand attacked but Lee quickly moved out of the way.

“Lee!” Rin shouted. Gaara clenched his fists and teeth as a growl rose in his throat.

Why does she care about him? Gaara’s mind screamed. She’s my friend! Mine!

“What?” Kankurō looked shocked that Lee had dodged the sand.

“He’s still about to-“ Neji said.

“Move like that?” Naruto asked. Lee stood again with a smirk.

“Lee’s smiling, he’s running for his life but he’s still smiling.” Sakura said.

“Yes, but now it’s Gaara’s run to run.” Gai said. “The leaf village lotus blooms twice.”

“I’ve heard that somewhere before.” Sakura said. “Yeah. Lee told me that.”

“But no… Gai you didn’t.” Kakashi said.

“Yes Kakashi I did.”

“So that genin, that boy, is able to open the eight inner gates and use the hidden lotus?”

“That’s correct.” Gai said.

“Well if that isn’t the more….” Kakashi sighed. “Okay, so then how many of the inner gate is her able to open now?”

“Five gates.”

“Okay, what exactly are these inner gates you’re talking about?” Sakura asked. “And the hidden lotus?”

“The eight gates are like values or chakra limiters that must be opened if one is to… release the hidden lotus.”

“I’m still not following.” Sakura said. Kakashi explained where the gates were. Starting at the head: The Gate of Opening, The Gate of Rest, of Life, of Pain, of Closing, of Joy, of shock and the Gate of Death. The purpose of the gates is to limit the flow of chakra throughout the body.

“The primary lotus opens only the first gate.” Gai said. “The gate of opening, releasing the brains restrains on the muscles freeing a person to bring forth his body’s strength to its full extent. You’ve seen the results.”

“And the… hidden lotus?” Sakura asked. Lee was dodging all of Gaara’s sand attacks.

“At the second gate, the gate of rest, one’s strength is increased further. And at the third the gate of life one enters the hidden lotus.”

“Wait a minute; just the primary lotus almost destroyed him, he could barely move. What’s gunna happen to him if he takes it further?”

“Exactly.” Kakashi said. “By opening all eight gates you could obtain power beyond even the Hokage’s the only drawback is… you die.” Sakura looked shocked. Kakashi looked at Gai. “I don’t know what this boy means to you Gai, but I shouldn’t have to tell you that we never bring our personal feelings into play. I wouldn’t have thought you were capable of this.

“You have no right, you know nothing about him.” Gai said. “Nothing at all! That boy has something important to prove and he’s determined to prove it even at the cost of his life. And I am determined to help him reach his goal, not for his sake but because that goal is worth reaching.” Suddenly the hair around Lee moved and energy came from him.

“What?”

“I don’t know what you think you’re planning right now but this match is over for you.” Gaara said.

“You are right. It is over. One way or another. I am not going to be the only one to lose here!” Lee’s hair stared to lift from the pressure of the air around Lee. Gaara looked a bit surprised. “Gai-Sensei please let this work, it is now or never!” Lee brought his arms down as blue chakra started to glow. His hair was blowing straight up and his skin and face looked darker. “The third gate! Gate of Life open!” The ground around Lee rose around him as his chakra and the air mixed around him. His skin was changing and his eyes were wide and white. A green glow emitted from him.

“His whole body’s changing.” Sakura said.

“He’s turning red!” Naruto said.

“What’s it mean? What’s happening?” Kankurō asked.

“He’s opened the third gate the gate of life, now he’ll attack.” Kakashi said.

“Oh no, not yet.” Gai said.

“Hm?”

“The fourth gate! Gate of Pain!” Lee shouted as he was hunched over slightly. “Open!” He screamed.

“Incredible.” Kakashi said. Lee continued to scream and suddenly moved forward. Gaara’s eyes widened, as Lee moved the ground exploded. Lee kicked Gaara up in the chin, the force being sent up at the other genin and jounin watching. Everyone held up their arms and took cover.

“Gaara!” Rin screamed.

“Huh? Gaara!” Kankurō shouted looking around.

“Where’d they go?!” Naruto asked.

“Gaara!” Rin shouted, squinting to look through the dust.

“Eh huh? Up there!” Shikamaru shouted. Gaara flew up out of the smoke and dust.

“There’s Gaara but what happened to Lee?” Ino asked.

“He’s just gone!” Chouji said. Gaara’s sand hurried to get to him. Gaara’s sand armor was cracking.

“Hiding behind that sand armor again, ay?” Lee asked. “Well we will see about that!” Lee was suddenly above Gaara who sounded surprised. Lee hit Gaara down then back then all around rapidly. Gaara’s sand armor was cracking and falling away. “You are a tough one!” Lee shouted. “Try this!” Lee forced his hand into a fist.

“I can’t watch.” Rin whimpered as she covered her eyes.

“His muscles are tearing themselves apart.” Kakashi said.

“One more and we are finished!” Lee shouted as he opened the fifth gate. Lee disappeared when he was a foot away from Gaara. Gaara made a noise of surprise and suddenly Lee hit him in the stomach. Gaara went flying but Lee had a bandaged attached to him which stopped him. Gaara looked at Lee with wide eyes. Gaara’s sand couldn’t keep up and was far behind Lee. Lee pulled on the bandage which pulled Gaara up. “Hidden Lotus!” Lee shouted as he punched Gaara in the stomach. They hit the found sending a shock wave and smoke and dust up at everyone else. Gaara’s gourd started to turn to sand to protect him. Lee rolled on the ground.

“Unbelievable he did it!” Naruto shouted.

“Gaara!” Kankurō and Rin shouted.

“Is it over?” Sakura asked. The smoked cleared.

“Huh?”

“What’s that?” Ino asked. “Down there.” In the center of the crater lying on a protective layer of sand Gaara was groaning in pain. Rin covered her mouth with a gasp. Gaara weakly reached out his arm with an open palm. His sand started going after Lee.

“I know what’s coming now.” Shino said. Lee struggled to get up and move away. The sand went around his left arm and leg.

“Gaara no!” Rin screamed.

“Sand coffin.” Gaara said closing his fist. Lee screamed in pain. He hit the ground and looked to be unconscious. The sand move to attack again. “Now you die.” Gaara sat up as his sand was stopped by Gai. Gaara looked at him in shock. He grabbed his head with one hand. “But why? He failed.” He put his other hand on his head. “Why save him?”

“Because he’s… he’s my student and also because he is precious to me.” Gaara blinked and his eyes looked up at Rin who had tears in hers.

“He’s precious to him?” Tamari asked. “A student?” Gaara stood and his gourd reformed on his back. Gaara started walking away.

“Huh?” Gai looked after him.

“I quit.” Gaara said.

“He what, he quits?” Sakura asked.

“It’s too late for Lee. He lost the match the minute Gai intervened.” Kakashi said.

“The winner is…uh?” Hayate look over at Lee. Everyone made a noise of surprise causing Gaara to turn around. Gai looked behind him to see Lee standing, his left arm and leg bleeding profusely and his left leg was shaking.

“It can’t be.” Gai said turning to face him. Lee raised his right hand in his normal pose. “No Lee.” Gai went up to him. “It’s alright, it’s all over now. Anyway you’re in no condition to…” Gai stopped. “Lee…oh Lee…” Gai started crying. “What have I done? Look at you not even conscious and still determined to show the world what you can do.”

“He’s out cold.” Kakashi said pulling his headband back down. “Nothing keeping him up but sheer willpower.

“Lee… You’ve already proven it.” Gai said before pulling him into a hug. “You are a splendid ninja.”

“The winner is Gaara.” Hayate said. Gaara was looking at Gai and Lee. He glared at them.

“Lee!” Sakura was about to jump down.

“Sakura.” Kakashi said stopping her. “There is nothing you can do for him right now.” She looked down. “There are times when sympathetic words only make things worse.” Sakura looked down to see Gai lying Lee down.

“Hmph, I knew he couldn’t beat Gaara.” Temari said. Naruto vaulted over the railing and started running towards them. As he passed Gaara he turned his head to look at him. Gaara looked back then watched Naruto run over.

“Hurry this boy needs attention.” Hayate said to the medics who were coming. Naruto looked down at Lee.

“Bushy Brow…” Naruto stood by Gai as the medical ninja looked over Lee.

“You’re his teacher aren’t you?” One of the medics asked Gai.

“I am. What is it?” Gai said. The medic stood.

“Will you… come with me?” The medic asked before walking away. Gai followed.

“Careful with him.” The other two medics put Lee on the stretcher. “That’s right, easy.” Naruto walked over and looked at Lee.

“The boy’s breathing is faint but steady. There are bone fractures and muscle tares on is body. He’s facing a long and difficult rehabilitation.” The medic told Gai. “But I’m afraid it’s not the worst of it… his left arm and leg in particular have suffered massive damage. I’m sorry I know how much it means to you both but he’ll never fight again. His days as a shinobi are over.” The medic bowed before going over to the stretcher to help take Lee away.

“No… he’s wrong.” Naruto said, tears coming to his eyes. “It can’t be true.” His shoulders shook. Gai walked up to Lee. He was also crying. They took him away.

“Easy for you to say it’s over! What about Bushy Brow?!” Naruto screamed. “What’s he supposed to do now?! Failure! I thought you said we could win?! I thought you were gunna show how a failure can-! It was all a lie wasn’t it!” Naruto started to run after them but Kakashi appeared to hold him back and cover his mouth.

“That’s enough Naruto.” Naruto knocked his hand away.

“But sensei- It isn’t fair! All he ever wanted was to prove himself against Sasuke and Neji.”

“And maybe that’s what led to his downfall.” Kakashi said. “He was so fixated on that goal that he sacrificed his body, his future, to attain it. And now that goal is unattainable. But you’re wrong about one things Naruto, it wasn’t just Sasuke and Neji he was thinking of, it was you too. That’s right, he risked everything just for the hope of meeting you in combat. Remember that.” Kakashi put his hand on Naruto’s head. “Be worthy of his sacrifice.” Gaara watched Lee get taken away. Gaara transported back to Tamari, Rin and Baki with his sand.

“Good to have you back, Gaara.” Temari said. Gaara just looked at her for a brief moment before looking at Rin. She was wiping tears out of her eyes. Gaara’s hand gripped the front of his shirt as she looked at him. He must have looked in pain because her eyes widened and she rushed to his side.

“Are you okay?” she asked reaching out a hand but stopping before she touched his arm.

She doesn’t even want to touch me. Gaara thought bitterly.

“Gaara?” Rin asked as she gently touched his arm. Gaara looked down at her hand; Rin took it the wrong way and pulled her hand back. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine.” he said quietly. Rin looked towards the doors of the room.

“I hope Lee is okay…” she said. Gaara started glaring at the ground. Temari swallowed and looked between the two.

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