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simpsforwomen · 10 months

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~Your One and Only Protector~

SGE <Movie version> Imagine (Lady Lesso x Fem Reader)

Warning: Fluff

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Woods are scaringly fascinating for an ever like you. It holds a lot of danger yet it is the most peaceful place you can find in this world of what they say is “balance”.

You climb a tree with the help of Gale, and sit on one of it’s higher branches and heave a sigh releasing all your anger towards a certain dean of the school.

Before the school being combined, you and Lady Lesso have a few small dispute that happens to be the one that is making your life like hell.

You missed Agatha so much for she is the only one who knows and who listens to all your rants about that Lady Lesso.

Now that Agatha left and the school is one, every single damn time that you walked into the hall you can see her which makes your blood boil all the time. She always looked at you with condescending eyes and Dovey would just elbow her and you will walk fast past them.

You look at your surroundings and your view is no less than magnificent. You can see the whole school from where you are and you can observe from here. You don’t have any company but Gale, who is giving you a light refreshing breeze to help you calm down from your anger. But everytime you get to remember why you are angry, the temperature is starting to drop.

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“A princess is not supposed to hold a sword Y/n.” Lady Lesso said out of nowhere while you are busy practicing alone on the gym. You stopped at what you are doing and face her way. You try to meet her eyes but you are unsuccessful for her gaze are somewhere else.

You are wearing a white tanked top paired with black cycling shorts. You are filled with sweats and probably dehydrated. You make your way into the nearest bench where your towel and bottled water are placed. You hung your towel onto your shoulder and drank your water to satisfy your thirst. You did all of that with Lady Lesso’s eyes are scanning you making you feel conscious about the way you look. You are princess after all, you may be practicing to hold a sword but still appearance is one hell of a requirement for all of you evers.

“What are you looking at Professor?” You asked after a minute of her feeding at your sight. She shrugged whatever thought she has and then she looked at your orbs.

“Like I’ve said, princesses shouldn’t be bothered learning to hold a sword.” You scoffed at her statement and wiped your sweat. From your forehead to your cheeks down to your neck and chest. You didn’t notice how her eyes followed the strokes of your towel and how she gulped at the sight.

“And do you think I care?” You asked her almost daring her to say something. She didn’t so you put the sword that you’re holding up to show it to her. “This sword is one of the most precious possession my mother have professor. I need to be worthy of wielding this.” You said while looking at the frozen sword. A ray of light from a window that is reflected at it is almost blinding you but that stopped when a slender hand with long black nails, holds the sword blocking the light.

“Ahh of course. You, Princess Y/N of Arendelle, daughter of Queen Anna and King Kristoff, always trying to prove your worthy for the people of your kingdom. Your mother who claims to be inlove with a man who she met just a day. And your father who seems crazy talking to reindeer.” She said in a mocking tone making you furious.

“How dare you talk to my parents like that?” You spat at her but all she did was to look down at you.

“All i’m saying is stop this thing.” She tried to get my sword out of your grasp but you didn’t let her. You stepped backward and you get all of your things, ready to leave the gym. “Just leave me alone.” She was taken aback of what you have said.

“You are a princess, you should focus on how to keep yourself pretty and how to earn your first kiss. You’ll probably going to have a hard time to get yourself a prince before the Ball because of how you act. You have your mother’s stubbornness and yet you get your independence from your aunt. Such an irritating combination of attitude.”

“And why on heaven’s earth do you care professor? You may be a teacher but you still are fruit of evil so why do you care for a mere ever whose looks does not have the power to reach your beauty standards?” You shouted at her but didn’t wait for her answer as you stomped your way out.

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“Gale, I am beautiful right?” You asked annoyed at the elemental spirit that is accompanying you right now. It breezes lightly and you take that as a sign of yes. “Hmph, I can get any prince whenever I want. Besides they are not a necessity, I actually like to think that they are just an accessory for princesses to fit in on fairy tale’s society. Don’t you think?” You asked again and much more breeze with autumn leaves surrounds you and you just laughs.

“Such an idiot you are.” A voice interrupts you making you jerk from your sit and you lost your balance. You are expecting to hit the hard ground but you didn’t. You thought Gale helped you but you felt an arms around your waists after a few seconds. ‘Gale doesn’t have arms.’ You thought so out of curiosity you open your eyes but that caught your guard off.

Two amethyst colored orbs are looking straight at you and scanning not just your eyes but your whole face. How beautiful her eyes are whether you deny it or not. Her make up that is highlighting her gorgeous face are going to be the death of you. How can you hate her when she’s this flawless physically? Wait, whether she is pretty outside her insides are not. You seems to get a hold on your body now so you pushed her abruptly and she let you.

“Where did you came from? You are literally coming out of nowhere.” You said exasperatingly.

“I’ve come to say my apologies.” You are shocked at her statement for The former dean of evil does not admit her wrong. You can;t believe it because please, her ego is higher than the castle your aunt Elsa built.

“Why?” You asked out of speechlessness. She looked at her sides eyeing if someone can hear her.

“Perhaps what I have said is too much.” She said with her eyes everywhere but yours and a blank expression. You don’t know if she is genuine or not but it is enough for now. At least she tried to say sorry.

“A-apology accepted.” She looked at you with a little to no expression.

“That’s it?” You nod at her and she release a sigh. Your eyes are still at her and she meet it.

“How come it’s easy?” Your eyebrow cocked at this woman.

“What choice do I have other than to forgive you?” You asked her then you sit down at the bottom of the tree where you fell.

“Not to forgive me.” She said then points her cane into where you’re sitting. “That is full of dirt princess, what are you thinking sitting the-” She stopped whatever she was saying because you grab the end of the cane that is near you and pulled it with her. She ended up sitting beside you and after that you stare at the clouds above you. What a great weather it is.

“You know professor, it would be no good if I keep my grudge onto myself, I am now grateful that you at least say your regrets after what you’ve done even though it is clear that you are evil.” You say beside her relaxed and feeling the air around you.

While you are enjoying your surroundings and her company, your professor seems to not like sitting on a dirt. She keeps patting at her back and when you twist your head to look at her, she looks uncomfortable.

“Well you should be thankful for I will never ever say sorry to anyone ever again, and oh my, I really hate dirt.” She whines and she stands up. You followed her and straighten up your back.

“Well I feel honored to be the only one to hear your apology professor.” You said in a mocking tone and you look up at her while smiling genuinely. Her posture is straight and her eyes are running from your head to your toe.

“And to answer your question earlier…” She said dragging every word but you look at her with confusion in your eyes.

“Why do I care?” You mouthed an ‘aahh’ at her and nod. So she continued. “That’s because you are such a precious princess. I can’t bare to know that you can stand up physically for yourself when…” She pause her sentence. It is evident that she is contemplating whether she should say her next words or not. Because those words will surely change everything between the two of you.

“When what?” You asked really anticipating on what is she going to say next. You gulped and unconsciously licked you lips to give them moisture. You don’t know why but you feel like whatever she’s going to say next will lighten your already good day.

She leaned in into you and you just stand there like a statue which is the source of her giggle. She puts her index finger under your chin and her thumb brushed your lips. Her gesture made a rampaging zoo like feeling on your stomach and redness is coating your entire face.

“When you should be protected by me. Whenever danger surrounds you, you are physically prepared and I hate that because I want you to need me. I want to be your one and only protector, not just some silly prince who can’t even invite you to the Ball after one simple threat. Like hello, in the future they will need to have the courage to save princesses like you and yet… ugh I really hate princes.” She said that causes your eyes to widen and you gasp at her reveal.

“You threatened them because you like me? Poor man.” You put your hands on your waist and turn your back on her. You can’t believe that someone really tried to ask you out. Not that you lost hoped with it, you just doubted your appearance for a second.

“You don’t need them anyways.” Lady Lesso said and you felt an arms circle your waist and you felt her chin on your shoulders. She is still holding her cane in front of you both.

“You are right, I don’t need them but you didn’t have to do that. Who is he?” You asked and you feel a tickling sensation when her breath touches your neck after she shoves your hair.

“He? More like them! Whatever you are going to the ball without them and you will spend your night after the ball with me.” She said and you didn’t oppose on that idea for you loved it as well.

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simpsforwomen · 10 months

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“Say yes to heaven, say yes to me”

Request by @anonymous

Hey! I know this is kind of a weirdish request, but could you write like a really long fluff piece for lesso? Long fluffy fics always bring me loads of comfort. Tysm! I love your writing & your style, it's so beautiful to read

i do hope 3940+ words for pure fluff fic is considered long enough. if i add more, it would take me some more time to write and i feel like i have you waiting long enough already so hopefully this many words can scratch an itch, dear anon. crossing my fingers that this will be delivered to your fingertips 🤞🏻

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Wisps of fire dances under the sunlight. Their golden glow is peculiarly hypnotising, very reminiscent of the sparklers that you love to play as a child. Even as an adult, you allow yourself the occasional indulgence in such nostalgias for they offer you a sense of childish glee.

Have you ever felt the irresistible urge to throw yourself off the edge while standing atop some place high, a building, a balcony, a bridge? You do not dare look down not because you are afraid of heights or of falling but because you are afraid that one day, your impulses will win.

Today seems to be that fated day. Now, the bright oranges and reds are beckoning you to touch them. To their demands, you dance. Like a lamb to the slaughter, naive fingers dive into a sea of fire. It does not ravish. It caresses. Soft flames gingerly lick your flesh as your digits seek the heart of the burning red.

By the time you shower her scalp with gentle scratches, the bundle of warmth in your arms has melted into liquid butter, creamy skin very nearly becoming one with the creamy sheets. A sultry hum that you can both hear, and feel through lips moving against the dip in your throat is spine-tinglingly husky. A dollop of honey in a tumbler of rum that when consumed, douses you with pleasant heat.

Although you always go to bed nestled snugly in your cosy little haven, by morning, you always find a majestic fox taking sanctuary in your arms. Said fox, sly as she is, stamps tiny, delicate kisses to your neck, nuzzles your jaw with her soft little nose before emerging out of her hiding spot. You drown in her eyes, a mesmerising sage green, sprinkled with little specks of brown in the middle, that dissolve into rings of dark forest green.

“Hey, sleepyhead.” You greet her with a kiss on the lips.

She on the other hand is smiling against your cheek, tracing your cheekbone with peppermint kisses. “Who are you calling a sleepyhead, hm?”

“Who, I wonder.” You squint your eyes as if deep in thought.

It earns you a chuckle coupled with a poke on the nose. “Can you blame me, ma chérie. You make it hard for me to get up.”

“Oh, so I am to blame then?”

You watch her eyes twinkle with mirth. The subtle curve of her lips grow into a sly little grin. She dismisses your question altogether, chooses instead to lock you in her arms.

“Come. Let’s be sleepyheads.”

“No can do.” Even though you come within a hair’s breadth of being caged in those stubbornly unyielding arms, you manage to successfully roll out of bed before being completely caught. “We have much to do today, Leo.” A pout has settled atop her lips, and when she moves to sneakily snatch you on your waist, once again, you succeed in dodging the surprise attack. The cherry on top has been getting to stick your tongue out at your lover as you flee the room with a wink that screams downright sass. “Get out of bed if you want me back in your arms, naughty fox.”

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“Naughty fox, was it?”

“I’ll show you how naughty I can be.”

You have no idea what you have hoped to gain by taunting the very personification of sly-as-a-fox. Consequences are a certainty. When the lowly husked threat has trickled like ice down your spine, you certainly have not been expecting to physically feel cubes after cubes of ice being shoved down your hoodie. To your horror, you find that the sly fox has not only tucked your shirt into your pants but also cinched the waistband tight to trap the unforgiving coldness there.

Willowy arms encircling your waist, you are hauled onto the kitchen counter. They keep you confined, offering you no reprieve from the icy torture. Trapped and helpless, freezing and suffering, all you can do is to bombard her back with tamed punches while you writhe and wiggle like a worm being exposed to salt.

“Leo!! It’s cold!! Cold!! Leo!”

“Well, it is ice darling. Ice is supposed to be cold. What do you expect?”

“Alright! I’m sorry! Stop! Please, I’ll do anything. Just stop, Leo!”

Intrigued by your bold statement, she seeks your eyes. “Oh?” An elegant eyebrow arches. “Anything?”

“Yes! God, yes! Anything. Now, put me down please.”

She complies, face the very picture of a cat that has gotten the cream. As soon as your fluffy-socked feet touch the floor, trembling fingers scramble to untie the knot of your sweatpants. When you try but fail, lithe fingers join you, dexterous in their movements as the knot is freed and subsequently you, of your suffering. Ice cubes clatter to the floor. Sneaky hands, meanwhile, have found purchase on your ribcage. The very tips of her thumbnails playfully grazing the tender flesh just beneath your breasts has your lips falling open in a gasp.

You swat her forearm reproachfully.

“Naughty is an understatement. You are an evil fox.”

Soft lips fall atop the little furrow between your eyebrows. After one, two, three, four kisses have tumbled down the slope of your nose, the fifth one is perched atop the very tip.

“Why thank you, sweetheart.”

It is crooned along with the sixth which is bestowed upon your lips.

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As warm flavours explode on your tongue after you have bitten into the sugary, creamy goodness, a moan has been your first instantaneous reaction. Then come the stars, bursting in your eyes as you marvel at the chef with those big, wide twinkles.

“What is this witchery?”

Four fingers and a thumb bookcase your cheeks.

“That, darling, is the art of baking.”

Tilting your head a touch, the little pout of your lips is met by a pair of succulent lips. A tender caress at first that escalates into gentle suckles. The milkiness and tiny glittering grains resting on and around your lips are meticulously plucked by the tip of a tongue.

Once satisfied, she hums, “Hmm, delicious, is it not?”

You feign disbelief at her query, mouth falling open. “Delicious? It’s scrumptiously divine!”

“I made yours extra creamy, practically doused it with icing. Do you like it?”

Another hearty bite into the sweet swirls renders you speechless. The fluffiness of the bread is impeccable; cinnamon sugar joins the thick, heavy cream as it melts on your tongue. Although every one of her baked goods always has you giddy like a kid in a candy shop, cinnamon rolls, in particular, are like ice cream in a room full of lollipops. You savour the taste of heaven tucked into a bun, reaffirming once more that they are indeed your lover’s best work.

“Like is an understatement. You make the-”So busy licking your fingers are you that you do not mind when you are cut off, delighted even that she knows you like the back of her hand. “-most heavenly cinnamon rolls in the entire universe, yeah yeah I get that quite a lot.”

With a pop, your finger is released, and you turn towards her at breakneck speed, stare her straight in the eyes.

“I would marry you if I could.”

“Oh darling,…” Crooned the woman in an apron. “…flattered though I am, I’ll have to stop you right there. These hands,…” Your eyes are immediately drawn towards those tantalisingly long digits. When they wiggle, you gulp. “…as dexterous as they are,…” She leans in, whispers conspiratorially. “…bake, and then some for only one person.”

After a beat, she winks. “My girlfriend.”

“Oooooh, lucky them.”

Index and middle fingers walk along toned forearms, teasing the edge of her rolled up shirt sleeve. A hand halts them by capturing your wrist. They are instead brought over to lips so soft that, when a kiss is pressed onto your fingertips, it is like touching silk.

“Lucky them indeed.” She initiates eye contact, and you hold it, unwavering. “You should teach them how to bake.”

“Oh I did,…” Fingers intertwine. A hand finds home just shy of your hipbone. “…over and over and over and over again, I might add.”

“And?”

“It’s great luck that we still have a place to call home.”

“Wow! You may be an excellent cook but you are a terrible teacher.”

Her hand has abandoned your hip in favour of pinching your nose betwixt a middle and a fore finger. “It’s not my fault that you’re always so scatterbrained.”

Meanwhile, her cheeks are sandwiched between the palm of your hands. “It’s not my fault that the love of my life is always so annoyingly, distractingly drop dead gorgeous.” You squish her soft cheeks before punctuating your argument by capturing her adorable little puckered lips. Your kiss, to her annoyance, is delivered with an audible, exaggerated “mmmmwah”.

More often than not, when you are being overly affectionate with your woman, her expression may suggest repulsion but you know better than to let it perturb you. What can be read on her face is usually the exact opposite of what she is feeling. You have understood since the very beginning that she is an intricacy, and after a few years spent together, mastered the art of discerning her innermost emotions.

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A beanie sitting snugly around your head, toes and fingers enveloped in thick socks and gloves, swaddled in at least three layers of clothes, bar the long coat, you are being carefully wrapped up like a Christmas present. Your beloved girlfriend has taken it upon herself to make certain that you are well dressed for your winter outing.

There has been a time when you have come home one chilly evening rudolph-nosed and shivering. Having unfortunately overestimated your tolerance for cold, accidentally underdressing for one day has left you with a terrible flu that has lasted for more than a week. Not only has she patiently and carefully nurtured you back to health, going forward, she will also go into protective mommy bird mode whenever you leave so much as a finger unprotected, especially during winter.

Currently, she is wrapping a muffler scarf around your neck on top of the turtlenecked sweater that she has already dressed you in.

“You act as if you did not just shove ice down my spine. Literally.”

“That’s exactly the point, sweetheart. Only I, your evil fox, get to torment you, my little lover.” Lips touch your nose, but a soft, fleeting caress. “Not even the weather is allowed to.”

Even though the cold is not necessarily your cup of tea, and it, too, is not Leo’s, she is not as affected by it as you are. Weak though you are against winter, you adore the weather. Leo on the other hand neither loves nor hates it. At the same time, while you love celebrating Christmas, she is not so much an enjoyer of festivities as a love-sick woman keeping her little lover company.

If you are the sun, then, Leo is the cloud hovering protectively in front of you.

Even now, while you look every bit the picture of a meticulously wrapped parcel, she looks as bare as the Christmas tree that the two of you have yet to finish decorating. She has on her body her signature white dress-shirt layered with a sweater over it with midnight jeans for pants, finishing it all off with a muffler scarf and a long coat. The both of which, aside from colours, entirely matches with yours. Compared to her other fashionable pieces, the sweater looks extremely out of place, the only thing that does not belong in her immaculate wardrobe.

You have just begun trying your hand at knitting, and the sweater has been your very first product. It is created with your lover in mind, but as a result of you deciding to get boldly creative on your first try, what is supposed to be a fiery red fox looks either like a rat or a dog that is terribly malnourished.

You have certainly thought that at worst, it would be fed to the trash can, and at best, it would be tucked into the darkest nook of her wardrobe never to be seen again. The more wishful part of you dares hope that she will wear it at home at the very least. You cannot both believe your eyes and stop staring at your woman when she appears in front of you, dressed in what you have knitted diligently, uniquely for her. She makes even the wackiest of colours arrestingly grand and you remember a small part of you thinking that it should be considered criminal. Meanwhile, the rest of you have been busy admiring her with unabashed wonderment.

If you have not seen your lover rocking questionable attires that will certainly look ridiculous on other people, you would have had half a mind to believe that she is the quintessence of beauty-is-in-the-eye-of-the-beholder. Not only do they look splendidly fine on your woman, it is not your personal opinion but rather a collective agreement that everything will suit her to a tee. After all, you have heard people marvelling at her elegance, seen heads turning towards her direction, which solidifies it as a fact instead of an opinion.

So filled to near bursting with love is your heart that you do not even notice, and if you do, you cannot care less that the two of your are inside a relatively crowded coffee shop when you have trapped her in your arms and attacked her with kisses.

Presently, you are stood outside the same coffee shop that is frequented by the two of you. The snowman out front has caught your attention. Hence, you have decided to wait by it while your wife goes back inside to order more hot drinks as per your friends’ messaged requests. It is amidst making a snowman of your own that you are approached by another. Since you are engrossed in giving the snow version of your girlfriend a face, you have thought whoever is sitting beside you to be the human version of your girlfriend.

“Who is that supposed to be?”

The unfamiliar voice, too gruff that it grates your ears instead of softly caressing them the way Leo’s does, startles you. The uncomfortably close proximity that you find upon turning makes you grimace. As you back away, you unfortunately trip on the thick lump of snow, but the imminent impact never comes. If it does, the ground that receives you has gentle arms that wind protectively around your waist.

There is no mistaking the hands that have explored every square inch of your body. All too happily, you melt into the solid wall of flesh behind you. While you look up at your lover, she gazes down at you, the furrows between her eyebrows ebbing away once a smile blossoms on your lips.

“Her.” You say this to the person still standing before you. “That is supposed to be her, my Leo.”

They either decide to ignore the obvious signs or are insufferably oblivious because instead of leaving the two of you alone, they do the exact opposite. They step closer.

“You’ve got a little something-”

Your guardian angel, of course, is not going to stand idly by and watch as someone else tries to touch you. So, she does the only thing she can; she plucks your chin delicately between a thumb and a forefinger, before angling your head a certain way so that she can lean down to capture your lips. Just like that, the false moustache is kissed clean. The kiss that is meant to ward off the unwanted advancer may have gotten a little out of hand but it does get the job done, because by the time your lips unstick, the bystander is no longer standing. You do not know, cannot care less, when exactly they have disappeared.

“Your nose is starting to resemble that of a rudolph, darling.”

Along with a second muffler that falls onto your shoulder, you are additionally pulled into her coat, being cocooned in her embrace. It is not the added fabric, you realise, but rather being nestled snugly against her body that makes the noticeable difference. Layers after layers of fabric cannot compare to the lovely heat that your lover radiates. Wings almost protrude from your heart and send the little creature soaring high into the sky when you feel warm lips on your forehead. They trace your hairline with satiny-soft kisses.

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When you feel the beanie suddenly being lifted off your head, you are not expecting it to find itself back in place just as quickly. The difference however is palpable, for the chill seems to instantly seep into your skull. You cannot help the shriek that escapes your mouth when more handfuls of snow are being dumped into your sweater.

Instantly, your lover is hot on the heels of the culprits. While she tackles one to the ground, the other manages to escape. The unlucky one turns out to be Dovey, wrestled onto the thick blanket of snow and subsequently being turned into a snow burrito. Having successfully avoided becoming a snow burrito herself, Anemone cackles like a madwoman at the suffering of her partner in crime. Her victory is but transient. She is proved to be the unluckier of the two as soon as a sizeable ball of snow collides with her face. With most of the snow going straight into her open mouth, poor Anemone is left to cough and sputter. After getting rid of the snow inside both your beanie and sweater, you join the fray just in time to assist your lover while she is being double-teamed.

And thus, begins war. The four of you spend a good minute running and rolling in a white velveteen sea, screaming and giggling like a bunch of toddlers. The war ends with both ally and enemy teams creating snow angels. Afterwards, since Leo has not been able to wait in line until her turn arrives, for she has practically run to your side, the four of you find yourself once again in the coffee shop.

While you and Anemone have taken the duty of finding a spot to sit and chat, the two best friends have agreed to go and place the orders.

“How you get the grinch to enjoy Christmas is beyond my comprehension. Always was and always will be.” grumbles Anemone as she plops herself down on the couch opposite you.

“Is she truly that fussy? She has always complied with my wishes without any complaints.”

“Ugh, you have no idea!”

You do not get to expand further on the subject for Leo and Dovey return with your drinks almost immediately.

Having a sweet tooth, but at the same time, not wanting to go for something overly sweet, you have ordered a chocolate drink. From dark chocolate fudges, chocolate wafers, warm drizzles of milk chocolate to fluffy white cream dusted with dark chocolate, it has everything that will satisfy your cravings as well as balance the sweetness with a hint of bitterness.

Finding upon taking a sip that Leo, too, will find it palatable, you offer the drink to her. She obliges as she always does with you, but between eating with a spoon and sipping through the straw, she chooses neither. Instead, you are rendered pleasantly surprised by her mouth finding yours.

“Get a room.”

The groan from Anemone does nothing to make her budge. If her friend has wanted her to stop with her comment, it has an entirely opposite effect.

“Get a lover if you’re jealous.”

While poor Anemone almost chokes on her drink again, Dovey cannot help but laugh into her hand.

“Ouchie.”

What you love about their friendship is that regardless of the endless quips being thrown around like nobody’s business, they have gone past the point of being truly offended by them. The three of them go way back, and over the course of time, their friendship has evolved into a familial bond. Leo has not only waltzed into your life alone but she has also brought with her, and subsequently into your life, Dovey and Anemone, who have welcomed you with open arms. You feel infinitely lucky to be a part of this little family.

From catching up with each other’s lives to reminiscing about the days of yore, the four of you talk about anything and everything. Even though you can still go on for days and never run out of things to say, the shop needs to close. So it is with great reluctance that you part ways. By the time goodbyes have been said, stars are already hanging overhead.

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Delightful twinkles and colourful Christmas lights light your way home as the pair of you walk hand in hand. Your interlaced fingers are hidden in the pocket of your lover’s coat.

“Do you remember the very first time our paths crossed?”

“How can I forget? I spilled coffee onto you.”

“That, my darling, was not how you first caught my eye.” Puzzled and intrigued, you search her face. When she meets your gaze, you marvel at their beauty. It is as if the fallen stars have found sanctuary in her eyes. “Have you ever wondered that perhaps you bumping into me was my carefully crafted machination?”

“Was it, now?”

A perfect eyebrow arches. “Do I seem the type to ask someone for compensation through coffee dates had I not been interested in them in the first place?”

“Oh, so they had been dates! I thought I was just, well, compensating you for ruining your pristine white shirt.”

“Silly girl.”

“You were still charmed by this silly girl, were you not?”

“Indeed I was, and I am, still.”

“In all seriousness, Leo, from the very beginning, the feelings were incredibly mutual.”

“I know, darling. I waited for a while to see if you would make the first move.”

“I’ve never told you this before but the coffee that was spilled onto you…it was bought with you in mind. Although our methods were not entirely flawless, we both got what we wanted in the end.”

“Each other.”

It is under a lamppost that she stops you.

“You said you’d do anything.” It seems like there is more to her words than that, so you poise for elaboration. Out of the blue, she falls to one knee, and you watch with bated breath as her hand disappears into the other coat pocket. The hand, once vacant, returns with a small velvet box.

“Say yes to me.”

“As it so happens…” Fishing out your own velveteen box, you mirror her stance. “I’ll say yes only if you do too.”

The shocked expression on her face dissolves into a smile before the both of you let out a laugh in unison.

“Were you carrying it around everywhere you went?”

“No. I requested Anemone to pick it up for me on her way. You?”

“Same but Dovey.”

“Well, what will you say, woman?”

“There is only one correct answer.”

“Which is?”

“Yes, obviously.”

“Then, without question, my answer is also yes.”

They are both simple platinum bands with a single gem in the middle. While the band with gem the hue of Leo’s hair comes to rest on your ring finger, the band with gem the shade of your eyes goes to find home on your wife’s ring finger.

“Oh my dearest Leo, I love you so.”

When you throw yourself into her arms, she receives you with great enthusiasm. Standing up with you locked tightly in her embrace, she spins the two of you around before your vows are sealed with a kiss.

“I love you more, my darling angel.”

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Day 14 - Relax for me

Andy x Reader

Kinktober prompt - Day 14 - Bath/Shower

All prompts are taken from @the-purity-pen‘s Kinktober List!

Warnings: fingering... and that's it?

I wrote this with a fem reader in mind but I guess it can be read as a gn reader too. I always try to avoid physical description, since this really has no importance in here I managed to avoid it completely.

You find her in the dead of the night, sitting in your favourite chair with her hands raking through her short hair and a painful, frowning expression on her beautiful features.

She can hear you slowly approach her and she looks up to find you moving to kneel between her legs. You take her hands in yours and ask what was it that got her in such a sour mood.

"Time." Andy says bitterly in a tired whisper.

"Hmm." Your lips spread to a mischievous half-smile as you deliver your question. "How could something that doesn't exist for us bother you so much?"

She huffs at you but before she can move away and dismiss you, you stand up and pull her with you to the bathroom.

"Come, I'll help you relax a little." There, you make her sit at the edge of the large tub while you fill it with warm water and calming herbs, her favourite among them, lavender. She doesn't say anything, just watches you until say you are almost done and turn your back to her to tell which bottle you've prepared for her should be added a little bit later on and in what amount.

You light some candles to avoid using the too-bright lights and as you turn around to leave her some privacy you find yourself looking at her as she finishes undressing the last of her clothes. It makes you turn your head shyly before you can be mesmerised too much and be unable to look away from her.

She has other ideas as she steps in front of you to hold your cheek in her hand gently. Andy looks into your eyes, her gaze searching for any discomfort but aside from your shyness, she finds no aversion in you, so she caresses you as she tries to stay in the moment.

"Help me?" She asks, meaning the bath, your offer to help her relax or just, in general, asking for your help, you didn't know for sure, not that it really mattered, you would help her either way, however, you can.

So you take her hands and guide her again to the tub and wait until she sits in the warm water that reaches the underline of her breasts to kneel next to her on the floor and take the sponge to gently wash her with one hand and give soothing brushes with the other.

A few minutes pass as you continue to pamper her, feeling her gaze on you, until she reaches out to pull you closer by your chin and places her lips on yours. You shudder into the feeling and press closer, while your hand wanders down to her nipple, you find yourself circling around it as she licks at your lower lip, but not deepening the kiss.

The sponge falls out of your hand as you move it to brush your fingers through her hair. Breaking the kiss, she leans back, exposing herself even more to you. you place one more, long kiss on her lips before moving even closer and taking your hand from her hair to circle it around her to reach her right breast so you can give more pleasure to her while you move your left hand between her thighs and seal your lips on the nipple closer to you.

She throws her head back and lets out a moan as she grabs at the edge to steady herself as you keep giving more and more. You tease her circling her hardened nipples with your thumb and swirling your tongue around the other. Your hand reached her clit but you only draw circles around there too, only prolonging the wait.

When she starts to raise into your hand, you dip your fingers into her to swirl around inside her at the same movement your tongue works on her just to move them back and do it again.

Her legs start to tremble and she lets out more lovely noises now. You are drunk on her, wanting more, so you switch to sucking on her and fucking her roughly with your fingers. At the moment she starts to come you bite down on her nipple, pinch the other and move out of her to pinch her clit as well at the same time. She screams in pleasure as she is writhing under your ministrations, splashing water on you and out of the tub. You let her come down slowly, when she is completely relaxed, you move away and get her a towel.

"Are you still brooding?" The question makes her laugh before she shakes her head.

She kisses you one more time, quickly, before leaning back to get her strength together so she could get out and finally get some sleep.

"Thank you." She whispers to you with her eyes closed and a hint of a genuine, relaxed smile on her face.

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Reasons We Won't Sleep

Summary:Pillow talks

Pairing: Andy X Reader

Word_count: 2430 characters

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"We never manage to sleep." You sat across from her, in an armchair placed haphazardly on the wood boarded floor, fingers curled around the bottlenecks of vodkas.

"Just another meaning to 'I could do this all night'." Andy quipped and you spluttered into muffled laughter for the team were asleep just in the next room that lacked a door, let alone a doorway.

"Yeah, what happened to that door anyway?" You queried, your words tinged with a slight drawl as you tried to keep your head still from the alcohol that swirled your vision, as if you had only just spun and twirled.

You peeked a glance at her, her cheekbones prominent under the hazy ceiling lights, she drew a palm downward her face and pinched the bridge of her nose, brows furrowing before recalling with a snap of her fingers. "I don't think it was ever there." Then she lolled into the armchair, thighs extending past the woolly edge, her legs almost as if it were reaching out for you.

You leaned forward in an investigating squint, elbows digging into your thighs as snapshots of memories tumbled through your dazed mind and stumbled upon one where you and your crew planned a birthday surprise for Booker a few decades ago.

"No it was definitely there. I vividly remember Booker shitting himself when we kicked that door down that he pulled a gun on the cake and tarnished my jacket!"

"Bolero, San Sebastian 1946." Your eyes darted to her, irises fond with reminiscent, with affection, a soft smile as she gazed at you with the vodka stashed between her thighs.

"You remember." You leant back, and for a moment someone rustled in the bedroom. Both of you sharing a knowing look between each other to turn voices into whispers.

"How could I not? It was our god knows how long anniversary." Saying so, her foot nudged your the inside of your ankle playfully.

"Whatever happened to fashion trends these days anyway?" Your feet trapped hers between yours, eliciting a slight titter from her, heat flaring up her face in the next second and forced her to take a long swig from the bottle, the burn of the liquid blanketing the race of her heart that somehow still acted as like you were a fleeting crush. A hell long of a time for a crush, especially when it lasted six thousand years. She smiled at the incredulousness of it all.

"Hey." You greeted when you saw her eyes coming back into focus.

"Hey yourself." She grinned, eyes following your frame stumbling over to her, her arms immediately posed by your sides in case you took a misstep, but landed on the curve of your waist when you reached her, beaming down at her goofily from the liquor. Then a plunge-

Lips met, her arms curled around your waist as your hands cupped her jaw, a clandestine whisper of affection traded between lovers when you parted, the vodka on her tongue staining yours. "You're the reason why I can't sleep at night." She rasped, your lips pulling apart in delight.

"I could say the same."

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The evil witch

Pairing: Lady Lesso x reader

Genre: angst

Words: 1600

Note: I really enjoyed writing this if you can not tell by the length. You asked for extra angst, hopefully I delivered. Thank you so much for the request, I hope I won't disappoint you.

Your relationship was perfect. It was perfect when you got together and it was still perfect now. At least that’s what you tried to assure yourself to not fall into depressing spiral of self-doubt. You and Lady Lesso have been walking on rocks lately but you hoped it’s just a few pebbles on the path to the clear ocean and sandy beach. Your more than normal emotional state wasn’t helping the situation much.

I felt like Leonora was falling out of love with you. She came home later and later, preferring to spend her evenings in the gloominess of her office. She didn’t kiss your forehead every morning as she used to. She stopped making sure you’re not cold when walking the gardens of the castle in the evening breeze together. All the thing that made you fall for her, all the little declarations of love and adoration, were disappearing.

Where once was affection and desire, you found lack of interest. None of what you told her she wanted to hear. No conversations with you interested her. The lady who returned to your chambers after dark wasn’t the same woman you fell in love with. Your beloved Leonora turned into someone you barely recognized anymore.

“How was your day?” you asked your girlfriend once she stepped into the room.

“Average,” was all she said, obviously disappointed you’re still awake.

“Did your students give you any troubles?” you didn’t wanna give up, trying to hold somewhat of a conversation.

“Y/n can you shut up?” Leonora was having none of it though.

“I just…” you trailed off unsure how to react.

“You just what! You just want to drive me crazy with your constant needs and silly stories. You’re just a dependent shallow puppy who can’t help but annoy everyone. You’re suffocating me and this needs to stop. You need to stop! Let me the fuck alone!” Lesso finally snapped, frustrated from all her pent-up emotions.

“W-what..?” you didn’t wanna believe what you’ve heard, she’d never talk with you like that. “You don’t… mean that…”

“Yes, I do! Can’t you see! You’re needy and clingy and I don’t want to deal with this anymore. I won’t.” she folded her hands over her chest.

“Are you… breaking up with me..?” you managed to hick up through the tears.

“What does it sound like to you? Are you that dumb? Yes, now leave me the fuck alone! And stop crying before I give you a reason to!” Leonora shouted before stomping her way to her wardrobe.

You run out of the room just in your night gown, not really caring about anything but being as far away as you could. How could the woman who held you to sleep every night say such things? The one who whispered I love yous into every little kiss you had? The woman who shared her treasured coat with you on cold nights? When did your lover lose the love for you?

You moved back into your old room in the tower of good after that night, Dovey and Anemone helping you get the things as you didn’t feel like going back there alone. You were more than grateful for their help and emotional support once you told them about the falling out. There weren’t your best friends for nothing. You tried to get back into your schedule as fast as possible, trying to not think about things too much.

But the morning sickness you attributed to the stress of the break up wasn’t stoping and so weren’t your heightened emotional reactions and weird food cravings. Soon it raised questions with your friends, ones you were too afraid to ask yourself or say out loud. You were just getting better and thinking back to your time with Leonora would definitely scratch all your progress.

“Honey I know it’s a hard question, but are you sure you aren’t pregnant?” Clarissa asked when you finally made it into the professors’ office after washing your mouth out since you were incredibly sick after something you ate for breakfast.

“No, how could I be? I can’t…” you weren’t really fooling yourself and you definitely weren’t fooling the ladies.

“Why don’t you take a test, just to be sure? I mean, if you aren’t, then you’re definitely sick or something…” Emma pointed out.

“Ah, fine, if you think so…” to be honest you didn’t really know which scenario would be worse, a child or a strange sickness.

They of course both went with you, assuring you everything will be fine during the process. The wait was infuriating. You thought you might pass out from the stress of not knowing what the result is gonna be. Finally the timer went off, your friends looking to you expectantly.

“Can one of you look? I’m scared…” you admitted and Emma picked the test up as Clarissa hugged you.

“It’s… positive.” she declared.

“Oh my god!” If Clarissa wasn’t holding you upright you definitely would have passed out. “No, no no no.” You hid your face in your hands starting to cry again. “That can’t be right. It can’t be.”

“It’s gonna be alright sweetheart, I promise. Everything will be alright.” they calmed you down as they hugged you tightly.

Now you had answers at least and they weren’t concerned about your health anymore. If you were being honest they took better care of you than any mother would have. Anything you wanted, anything you needed was done before you could even finish asking for it. For the first time in months you felt like a princess. You got your wit and confidence back, slowly building up everything Leonora has crushed. It helped not really seeing the dean of evil, if it wasn’t for herself your colleagues made sure you didn’t have to meet her for longer than absolutely necessary.

You knew you needed to tell her tho. And it was better to be done sooner than later. Soon your belly would start to grow and the sooner you get this responsibility off your back the sooner you’ll breathe a bit more freely. The simple idea of confronting her about this terrified you, but you had more than yourself to care about. You needed to be strong for your baby and you will be. No matter her reaction, you’ll leave with your head held high and confident, that’s what you told yourself.

“Come in,” answered the uninterested tone of Lady Lesso when you knocked on her door. With a deep breath you did. “What are you doing here,” she frowned.

“I didn’t come to disturb you, I just needed to tell you something…” how do you tell someone so cold you’re bearing their child?

“Yet disturb me is exactly what you do… so get it over with before I tell the wolfs to keep you from butting in here,” she challenged.

“I’m pregnant,” you announced fast tearing the band-aid off.

“And that should concern me why exactly?” her mean demeanor didn’t falter one bit. “What is it my business what slut you are and who you spread your chubby legs for.”

“With you, of course. I didn’t expect anything better from you, I just thought it fair to let you know,” you tried your best to not let her words get to you. “Your words don’t harm me anymore Leonora as I have no respect left for you. I don’t love you anymore.”

You didn’t let her get anything else out as you’ve left her office as fast as you’ve entered. You didn’t want to make this longer than necessary and truth be told, you did actually feel a bit better. Now you knew she really wanted nothing to do with you and your child, and even though it stung a lot, knowing was always better than living in what ifs.

You welcomed your daughter into the world a few months after that. A lot has changed, the castle has evolved, the school went a long way, but most importantly you were in a good place both mentally and emotionally. Your baby girl rested in your arms as Lonnie – your new friend and the descendant of Mulan – held your hand. From the moment she joined the school for good you were almost inseparable. She stood by you on your hardest days, holding you through your sleepless nights when everything hurt and nothing was comfortable. You were understandably wary to let anyone too close but she patiently supported you no matter if you’d ever let her closer.

Leonora lived in the deepest denial for as long as she could. But the moment she saw you in the gardens, picnicking with the silly princessy knight, she felt the pang of jealousy. How dare you be happy without her? All smiley and laughing? The regret washed over her when she caught the glimpse of a little child running around, red hair and big green eyes shining in the afternoon sun. There was no denying that was her child as your daughter looked exactly like Lesso. And at the same time, she looked like you.

She’d wish for nothing more than to be the one holding you both in her arms, whispering sweet nothings to you once more. But you wouldn’t listen. You wouldn’t believe anything she’d say anymore. She crashed her hopes for being the amazing mama and all what was left were the tales of an evil witch you’ll sure use as a bedtime stories for your little angel. She saw how hard she fucked up now. Sacrificing her happy ending for her selfish needs of independence and self-rule.

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New Year's Eve

Pairing: Andromache of Scythia x reader

Genre: fluff

Words: 800

Note: Happy (late) New Year to you too! I wanted to celebrate with something special, so I chose the character there's allarmingly too little of fics for. Hope you'll like it!

Andromache has seen many New Year’s Eves. Thousands of years worth of colorful lights and celebrations. Dozens of decades of resolutions and traditions, some of which disappeared already. The celebrations have evolved during her time on this earth exponentially. Nowadays it was a big deal. People bought bundles of fireworks, recorded commemorative videos and kissed loved ones right on the midnight.

To her it was just another commercial bullshit. A scheme designed to rip you of your money and generate profit. She couldn’t care less about sparklers, candles and cute sparkly outfits for a party. It was just another day for her, not different from the millions she already lived.

Yet lately things started taking a new turn in her life. It all started with you. A girl barely on the doorstep of adulthood whose life was taken too soon. Or so they thought. You were given another chance, a chance to take immortality and do the best you can with it. Looking for you took them months. Months of torturous dreams of a beautiful young woman dying. But they found you. In the end they always find each other, whatever it takes.

Andromache didn’t see you as anything more than a baby. A toddler compared to the length of their lives. What was over twenty years for you they could pass in a blink of an eye. That’s what happens when you live for hundreds of years. Your youth and naivety annoyed her. Your bright sight of the future and hopeful dreams angered the old Scythian. She couldn’t wait for the reality of the world to crash your hopes and dreams. For you to realize it was actually a helpless cruel place. One you could describe as hell even.

She hated the way you made everyone happier. As if you brought in the breath of fresh air, the youthful life they all forgot how to live. It showed her there are things she can’t provide for her team. She kept everyone safe, warm and sane for the most part. But even as the mighty leader there were things she couldn’t give. And to have someone, just a nobody and newbie like you, walk in and give it without expecting anything in return was a punch in her pace. A bitter pill to swallow.

Everyone knew you were a pain in their ass. You talked too much. You sang in the shower. You danced while making breakfast. You were addicted to your late night tv series. And yet they couldn’t imagine giving you back up. They’d fight for your life with their own. They never let any harm go your way. Maybe they also saw you as just a naïve child, needed to be protected from the real world outside. Her team warmed up to you and she could do no other, for the team is one and one is part of the team.

So Andromache studied you. She observed your interests, habits and hobbies. The books you liked to read, the kind of music you put on when you were left alone or the side of bed you like to sleep on. She analyzed and examined you. And with every new discovery she had to admit she too liked you the tiniest bit more. Your personality was really hard to stay angry with. Even when you messed up, she couldn’t be mad at you for more than a day. Especially when you made pancakes for breakfast to make up for your mistake.

That’s how she found herself agreeing to the crazy idea of buying fireworks for your first New Year’s Eve with them. Even when she wasn’t completely comfortable with the idea, it wasn’t the most stupid one you’ve had, so it seemed relatively safe. She of course didn’t let you anywhere near the pyrotechnics, leaving it up to Nicky and Joe to set them up. They didn’t need you to accidentally blow yourself up or something.

As the midnight neared and darkness fell over the sky, you all went outside to see the showcase of lights. With a loud countdown getting down to zero, the fireworks went off creating magnificent scenes in the sky. You hugged her without warning murmuring thank you’s into her chest, and she squeezed you to her, setting her head up on your own as her eyes roamed the colorful sky. Even if she wasn’t a fan of New Year’s Eves, she’d set the lights up for you every night just to see your joyful smile.

As everyone settled down around the living room back inside, she made sure to keep you close, as if to draw in a bit of your energy and cheerfulness. She couldn’t imagine her team, her family, without you anymore. You were the perfect piece into their complicated puzzle.

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idiots in love | Andromache

A/N: i might not be the best writer and this is my first try, but i have too many ideas floating through my mind and i can’t ignore them anymore. also, english is not my first language and although i’ve been studying it for over a decade intensively i’m still warning you in case there are any mistakes.

Pairing: Andromache of Scythia x Reader

Summary: Literally what the title says. Reader has feelings for Andy and so does Andy for reader, but they spend way too long pining for each other before someone finally speaks up.

Warnings: none i guess. it’s all fluff

Words: 982

It's been about a hundred years since you joined Andy and her "army" as she calls it. You can't deny the fact that after all these years you inevitably caught feelings for the amazing woman. The guys have been nudging you to tell her for decades, and now Nile joined in on it, telling you how stupid you're being for not letting yourself see the way she looks at you. You dismissed that particular bit of information for the longest time, but recently you've been wondering if there's a possibility that she might feel the same.

A few weeks after stopping Merrick from turning all of you into lab rats, with Booker sent away now, each of you decides to go on your own way for a little while and have a much-deserved holiday. Nile is going to check on her family, even if it's from a distance since they believe she is dead, Nicky and Joe will be travelling the world and enjoying each other, and Andy said she'll do pretty much the same as them, only alone. You on the other hand are thinking of going to a safe house to just relax, have some peace and quiet and then you'll see. You've had enough moving from one place to another for now.

But when get to the house and walk through the front door, it seems you weren't the only one thinking about some alone time. Andy is sleeping on the sofa, and it's the first time you've seen her this relaxed in years. "I thought you were gonna travel some more, Andy." You say gently, leaning on the fireplace, so she doesn't get scared and kill you out of reflex. You can tell it works, because her eyes slowly open, holding nothing malicious in them. She knows it's you just by hearing your voice and it's a detail that makes you fall for her even more.

"Well, it takes annoyingly long for this bullet wound to completely heal and it's ruining my mood. My immortality chose the perfect time to fuck off." She says with a small smile, which makes you smile too for a second before her words register and it turns into a frown. You walk towards her and take a seat as well, your eyes full of concern. "Does it still hurt?" She gives you a reassuring smile to accompany her next words. "Not exactly. It's more like an ache, the ghost of the pain that was there. Not pleasant, but I'll be okay, I promise." She promises? Did Andy just say that? Well, fuck. That's a new one for sure. Looking back at her, you meet those mesmerising eyes and get lost in them.

"It's rude to stare, you know?" She says sweetly, breaking you out of your trance and this is when you lose all filters. Her looking at you like that, her face pretty close to your own, alters your brain chemistry altogether. "I'm sorry, I can't help it. Has, umm, anyone ever told you how beautiful you are?" The words tumble out of your mouth before you can stop them. She only shakes her head in response.

"You are. And this is not how I planned to tell you, hell I didn't plan on telling you this at all, but I like you. I think I'm actually in love with you. And I'm aware that the feeling might not be mutual, but the others got this idea in my head that it could be. I am so sorry if this makes you uncomfortable in any way." You confess, your eyes cast downward by the time you're finished, not having the courage to look into her eyes anymore.

"First, look at me." And you do so, guided by her hand under your chin. "Good. Second, I can't believe you had a fucking century to figure it out and you haven't. I do feel the same, Y/n. And I know the others have been annoying the hell out of you. I heard you not that long ago when I was about to walk into the room you all were in. But after that, I didn't know how to tell you." She says with a chuckle.

"You..." But you trail off, your sentence never finished, too shocked by her revelation to say get anything coherent out. "You're staring again, honey." Andy teasingly says, her voice lower and her face getting even closer now, mere centimetres from yours. The only reaction from you is your breath hitching. But her next question surely snaps you out of it. "Y/n, can you please come back to me so I can kiss you?" And you immediately lock eyes with the stunning woman sitting in front of you. A shy "yes" it's all you can muster before her lips collide with yours.

Andromache of Scythia is kissing you. And you can't get enough of it. The kiss is gentle and loving, yet quite possessive at the same time. She is pouring all her feelings into it, making sure you know that you're hers now and she's not letting you go anytime soon. And you don't mind it for a second, because you were hers long before this moment, ever since you saw the human version of Andy, the one who's vulnerable and soft, especially with you, not the deadly warrior everyone knows her as.

When you separate for air, you jokingly say. “You know, at least I wasn’t saying anything because I doubted the most amazing woman in history would like me of all people, but what’s your excuse? Does something so mundane as feelings actually scare the freaking leader of an immortal “army”?” All she does is give you a serious look and muttering a low, intimidating “Shut up” before bringing you back for a more hungrier kiss, successfully wiping the teasing smile off your face.

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