#A Minute with Mavis

[thatbuddie]

otp: brown eyed sweethearts

[timeskye]

fairy tail doodles i had done over the past couple months in drawpile

[wisteria-html]

You know things about the croakerverse what is currently happening I’m only up to date from the two strange videos please assist

I’m so sorry to tell you this but if the last you heard was the apartment with Athena there’s WAY too much for me to cover here.

[canongf]

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♡Happy Valentine's Day!♡ Here's a Eddie Moodboard for you Liv!!

— @maviwavis

AAAAA MAVIS!!!!! 🖤

this made me gasp and cover my mouth with my hands, it is stunning!!! stunning!!! that's my boy!!! thank you so so SO much!!!

i hope you're having the happiest valentine's day!!! i hope you're feeling loved and getting pampered!!! you deserve it!!! please tell phillip hi from us!!!!! 🖤

[connormoving]

im hungry but i know dinner is being cooked so i cant leave my room until dinner is done or horrible horrible terrible things will happen to me (unsubstantiated) so im just sitting here hungry

[tvdfan23]

When I wash all my dogs blankets and bedding and pajamas and then I give them a warm bath and double cleanse their fur and blow dry them and dress them up in their now warm pajamas and tuck them in their blankets 🥰🥰🥰

[hirunoka]

2008-2009 müziklerine benziyor gibi hissettim, çok güzel olmuş :o

[salemsuccss]

~Oh Baby~

[Synopsis]

You and Paige have been together for about 4 months. However, you have a problem…you think you're too freaky for Paige.

Boy are you wrong-

[Warnings]

Smut!, wattpad mentioned, choking, bdsm, light slapping, nipple play, strap refered to as cock or dick(so not sorry), munch P, porn with plot, both Paige and reader being freaked out, cursing duh

“I just don't know how to bring up my kinks with her. She makes me feel at peace, but I don't want to scare her off.”

You sigh as you talk to your best friend, Mavis, on facetime.

“Girl just bring it up to her. You read all this smut, yet you're this shy about telling Paige.”

A laugh bubbles out of you before you quiet down, 

“It's not the same, though. I can't place it. But it's like she knows I'm weird in nature, but what if this is the last straw?” 

You look away from your phone, fiddling with your fingers as a bit of anxiety flows through you.

“Hey I get it, but just sit down and talk with her. I mean, what could go wrong? You saw that ‘ptpom’ video. You have a whole freak in your apartment.”

“Oh my god, Mavis, shut up,” you crack up, disappearing from the frame, “You know I still have that video saved.”

As you laugh and gossip with Mavis, you miss the front door to your apartment opening. Having forgotten that Paige was gonna come to your place straight after practice. 

Paige places her practice bag on the floor by the door and kicks her shoes off by the door. She calls out for you, brows furrowing when you don't answer. But she perks up as she hears your laugh. She starts walking to your room, stopping halfway there as she hears you on the phone.

“Oh my god, do you remember that one wattpad fic I sent you like years ago, it set the tone for half my kinks.” Mavis asks in a fit of giggles.

You ponder for a second before laughing, “Fuck yeah I do, it was that…that wlw one! Where she's using a strap on her girl, one hand choking her, the other playing with the pretty shibari she had her wrapped in.” 

You sigh, looking up dreamily, reminiscing the old fic.

“Ohh then she drops that line, ‘you sound so good on my dick baby, want me cum in you hmm? Want me to breed your pretty self?’ Mm mm mmm lives rent-free in my head. Still got that shit saved.” 

You look back down at the facetime as it gets quiet, locking eyes with Mavis. “Yeah you're freaked out.” You both throw yourselves around laughing. 

A few thoughts run through Pages head as she slowly backs up from the hall: 

One, ‘The fuck is wattpad?’

Two, ‘How freaky is her nerdy lil gf?’

Three, ‘Do I have time to get rope?’

She paces a bit in your kitchen before deciding to just knock on your door.

You jump a bit as you hear a knock. Looking back, you see Paige in the doorway. Squealing, you say your byes and hang up on Mavis before sprinting to the door and pulling your baby into a hug.

Paige puffs out a laugh before hugging you back with just a touch more energy. “Hey baby, you miss me?”. You pull away from her chest with a pout, “Almost parished without you.” You place a kiss on her lips before pulling away.

“When did you get here?” 

Your girlfriend pauses before answering, “About 10-15 minutes ago, heard you on the call. Didn't want to bother you,” she shrugs before continuing, “the call seemed interesting tho.” 

You pause, eyes not quite meeting hers, “What do you mean interesting, how much did you hear?” Paige finds your eyes before stepping towards you, a dangerous smirk spreading across her pretty face. 

“Oh just enough.”

You step back, the back of your thighs just touching your bed. Thighs rubbing together oh so slightly, which Paige catches, bringing a glint to her eye. 

She pushes you to sit on the bed, carefully, a soft display of dominance. Eyes blowing wide at the small gasp you let out. She grabs your jaw soft but firm, 

“What goes on in that pretty little head, honey? Just pure nasty, baby.”  

Your heart stops for a sec, how much did Paige actually hear…there's no way right? Paige studies your face, catching the look of disbelief. 

“You wanna know what I heard when I first walked up to your door?” You nod, displeasing your girlfriend.

“Words [y/n].” Her tone is sharp as her grip on your jaw tightens. 

“Yes!” The word falls from your lips softly as you hold back a soft moan.

“Good girl, knew you'd be so obedient for me. Anyways, I heard you talking about that Wattpad fic Mavis had sent you.” She watches as your eyes widen. 

“All this time, I've been treating you so nicely in bed, like a princess. I should have been treating you like a slut.” She releases her hand off your jaw to reach in-between your thighs, forcefully opening them. Her hands slowly inching to where you need them, her eyes watching you tremble beneath her fingertips.

You let out a gasp, blush filling your face as you look away. Arousal flooding your panties, thankfully not showing through your shorts...yet.

“I didn't want you to think I was too freaky since I'm already weird. I thought it would be too much for you.” You feel her hands stop her eyes locking with yours, as she stands between your legs. She lifts you off the bed before turning and sitting on the bed herself, letting you straddle her. 

Her gaze was sharp as if you offened her, “You are perfect baby. I love how weird you are. That's what made me want to get to know you. Let's just talk about it, okay, before I ravage you, yeah?” 

Nodding, a few tears prick at your eyes as you take in her words. You kiss her before speaking, “I don't know where to start but I'm not into anything too extreme. I like choking, nipple play, light slapping, degradation/praise ofc, there's more but yeah.” Paige nods, hands caressing your ass before gripping your luscious thighs.

“Nothing I can't work with. Let's get started, hm?” She stands and throws you on the bed. Before you can even let out a gasp, she's on you. Legs between yours, leaving marks down your neck, hands grabbing at your tit's.

"Don't tell me you're still shy baby, let out those pretty moans for me." Paige nips at a certain spot on your neck, causing you to throw your head back, a loud moan leaving your lips.

"That's my girl." Her lips crash into yours, pure lust running behind her actions. A hand finds its way around your neck, adding just the right amount of pressure to make your hips buck up.

She pulls away from you, pupils blown wide. "Hold on pretty girl." She quickly pulls off your oversized shirt, tossing it into the ether. A soft moan tumbles out of her lips at the sight of your bare tit's. Giving them a quick kiss, she moves further down, taking your shorts with her.

She settles between your legs, planting a small kiss that makes your thighs tremble. "Look at that. You're soaking, baby." Her eyes lock with yours as she slides a lone finger down your covered clit.

You let out a soft moan as you throw your head back, "Paige, please." She laughs shaking her head, "Normally I'm easy for you but I wanna push you to your limits."

She grabs your panties, her favorite lilac ones, ripping them, "Few rules while I'm down here. Don't look away from me, don't come unless I say so, and keep those pretty legs open." You nod causing her to slap your thigh. "Fuck. Yes Paige!" You let out a shaky breath, concealing a moan.

"Good girl." Holding your gaze she licks a stripe through your folds before digging in, tongue dipping into your needy cunt. Paige lets out a moan, savoring your taste. She sits up a bit, placing you into a mating press, her lips never leaving your cunt, arms locking around your thighs. Paige is out of it. On the verge of pussy drunk, making out with your clit. Holding you firmly no matter how much you thrash and sob out.

"Paige fuck please, need to cum." You sob out, a few tears leaving your eyes. Your hand is tangled in her hair, pulling every time she slurps it just right. Paige locks eyes with you, looking over your already wrecked state.

She nods, "You can cum." Just like that she digs back in, wrapping her lips around your clit. She lets one of your legs down, sliding her hand to play with your boob's. Hand grabbing your tit, squeezing it before pinching your nipple between her fingers. The combination of her playing with your nipple and sucking your clit, gives you the hardest orgasm yet. Your back arches as you cum, squirt glazing Paiges mouth and chin.

She gives your clit a few licks while you ride your high. She pulls back from your legs, stripping off her shirt, leaving her in a Nike sports bra. "I've never squirted before." You whisper out, voice slightly gone, body trembling from time to time. Paige eats that sentence up.

Ego soaring, "Bet I can make you do it again." Before you can even sit up, she grabs your ankles, flipping you over. You let out a gasp, but don't protest about how rough she's being. "This is our first time with kinks involved, so imma let you pick."

She pulls your hips up, laying one hand on your back, pushing you to arch. Being the good girl you are, you stay perfectarched as she gets off the bed. You hear some ruffling before feeling the bed sink again.

"I can either cuff you while you take this strap or you keep your palms flat on the bed." She continues before you can open your mouth. "But if you move your hands behind you at all, I will stop." That causes you to whine, hating the idea but loving a challenge.

You reach your arms out, palms down, "I want the second one." Paige, let's out a pleased hum, fully kneeling behind you. Her hands grab your ass, admiring how it jiggles before sliding her right hand down to play with your clit. That pulls a whine from your lips as you shake your hips for more. A swift slap is laid on your hip, "Needy fucking slut."

She swiftly fills your sloppy cunt with 2 fingers. Pulling a breathy moan out of you. She curls them, hitting your spot with practiced ease. She slides her other hand down to rub your clit, quickly pulling another orgasm out of you. Curling her fingers a few more times, she pulls them out, bringing them to her mouth. Moaning at the taste before pulling them out with a pop. "Delicious baby, you ready for more or are you gonna tap out?"

You could hear the cockiness in her voice. Her tone makes your walls flutter. "Need more, need your cock, please." Paige stills for a second, feeling herself leak around the dual pleasure strap. "Fuck, how can I say no baby, You sound so fucked out already." She smacks your ass as she watches your cum run onto the sheets. Tapping the head of the strap onto your puffy clit, she savors the desperate whine that fall out your pretty lips.

Slowly she slides the strap into your sopping wet cunt, splitting you open on all 8 inches. "Remember the red light system and to keep those plams down." Paige doesn't even give you a chance to respond before pulling out to the tip and thrusting to the hilt. The tip hits your spot just right causing a sob like moan to push past your lips.

Paige doesn't let up on you, her hips snapping into your ass with inhumane speed. All you can do is take it, fingers curling into the sheets. "Fuck baby you're gripping me so tight. Taking it so well." Her hands come down to slap your ass, eyes hazy from how well the strap is hitting her spot just right.

"Paige fuck! I'm so close." Her strap is assaulting your cunt, your cream sticking to the base. Moans and calls of her name spill from your lips, mixing with her own delicious moans and whines.

Paige feels herself getting close. She hooks a muscular arm around your torso, pulling you flush to her chest. Her other arm locks you in place with a hand clasped around your throat. You let out a sob from the pleasure, her cock grinding into your spot as she marks along your neck.

"That's it baby, you like this shit huh. Fuck [y/n]!" She tucks her head into your neck, moaning and whining in your ear. "Fuck I'm gonna fill this pussy up. Want me to breed you huh? You gonna take it like a good slut." She grabs out, her hips speeding up, absolutely out of it.

Your eyes roll back as you squirt all over her cock, a silent scream falling from your plush lips. Paige cums with a whine in your ear, her hips bucking into you as she rides her high.

She gently lays you back down before pulling out of you and falling beside you. Hand coming up to caress your back, grounding you as you come down. Pulling you into her chest, she kisses your forehead softly. "You did so good for me pretty girl." You nod in her chest as she plays with your curls. A yawn escapes your lips as Paige gets up to clean yall up.

You snuggle into her after placing a few kisses on her face and lips. Both of yall tuckered out for the night.

I barely read through this um🚶🏾‍♀��

[moonchild9350]

Back to you

Summary: in a world where everyone has a soulmate, you find yours in the least expected way.

Pairing: Felix x fab!reader

Genre: fluff, angst, smut, sci fi au, slice of life au

Word Count: 8.8k

Warnings: time jumps, kissing lol, unprotected sex (don't), creampie, making love, dirty talk?, kinda an open ending

Notes: stuck in my sci fi era lol i had this idea for a while and decided to finish it recently. let me know what you think!

If you enjoyed, please consider a like, reblog, or comment as it keep me motivated.

Divider by @sweetmelodygraphics

Please do not copy, translate, modify, use, or repost this work elsewhere without my permission. ©️moonchild9350 (2024)

“We’re done!”

Two words, two little words. Who would have thought those two words would break Felix’s heart. He thought Xania was the one, after all she was supposed to be his soulmate.

Felix turned to walk down Xania’s stairs, taking each step slowly, one foot in front of the other. He scratched his blonde hair, messing up the little hairs that were pulled back into a ponytail. He had a frown on his face, as he contemplated where he went wrong.

Now, without Xania, he was back to square one. He needed to remedy this and fast before others found out. The world frowns upon a twenty five year old bachelor, especially in a world where people have a soulmate assigned to them since birth.

It’s the year 3050, and humanity has improved for the better, natural selection weeding out the weak. Aging is slower due to scientific advancement, where now every year the earth rotates around the sun, humans do not age as they did a century ago. Instead every five years, a human ages one year. In this case, Felix has been twenty-five for five years now. Next year on his birthday, he will finally be twenty six…and still without finding his soulmate.

Felix continues to walk down the street, muttering under his breath, conflicted on what to do next. He would have to go back to the company Soulmate and Co. and file a complaint against the lady who told him Xania was his soulmate. Deciding that this is what he’s going to do, he turns around and hails a hover car, giving the address of the building he needs.

The ride doesn’t take long as the car glides through the sky, bypassing other hover cars and buildings. Once there, he slips a coin into the pouch next to his seat and exits the car. He takes a moment to view the building in front of him, tilting his head back so he can take in the whole thing.

It seems to reach all the way to the sky, the glass reflecting the bright sun that is shining today.

He marches up the steps and through the double doors, walking past the seating area, which is filled with various other clients, some smiling while others are distraught, their heads in their hands. He continues to walk through the foyer, making his way to the front desk.

“The matchmakers please,” Felix tells the person behind the desk.

She nods at his request and signals for a guide to take him to his destination. He follows the lady, to an elevator with glass doors at the end of the hall. She beckons him to enter the glass container and presses a button labeled ‘level 50’ before stepping back with a smile.

The elevator ascends gracefully, gliding on the gears without a sound, the many floors passing by with a blur. A minute passes and then two until he finally reaches the floor he needs. The elevator doors open with a hiss and Felix exits, stepping outside of the box.

He looks left and right, before noticing a directory plastered on the wall straight ahead. He doesn’t give this a second glance, having been here before, but instead makes his way down the hall until he reaches a door with a placard on it identifying “Mavis, Matchmaker”

Felix pushes open the door and marches in, determination in his step. Mavis’s secretary looks up and smiles, waiting for him to approach the desk.

“How can I help you?” She asks pleasantly, ignoring the annoyed face Felix makes at her.

“I need to speak with Mavis,” Felix pauses for a moment before he decides to add, “now.”

The secretary eyes him, most likely deciding if he would be a threat. She must have ultimately decided he was ok because she smiled once more before pressing a button and announcing that he was here.

Felix only had to wait a brief moment when the door to the left opened, revealing a beautiful girl in the doorway. She had the signature insignia, signaling that she was a matchmaker plastered on her chest for all to see.

“Mr. Lee,” she said shocked, her eyes widened at the sight of him.

“Mavis, I need to speak with you.”

Mavis stepped out of the way, beckoning him into her office. Felix quickly walked over, sitting in one of the many chairs scattered throughout the small office.

“What can I do for you? If I remember correctly, you had found your soulmate? Why are you here?”

Felix looked at mavis incredulously. “Why am I here? Because xania broke up with me! She’s not my soulmate, which means you messed up!”

He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. He was furious, and how can he not be? Because of the matchmakers mistake, he’d be the laughing stock of his family, having to explain that he was told the wrong person was his soulmate.

Mavis looked at him, her eyes widened at the accusation. “Surely there was a mistake. Xania is your soulmate…the roster confirmed it,” she hurriedly said as she pulled up a database with her fingers.

She scanned the various documents, her hand moving this way and that as she looked up his profile. finding the page she needed, she stared at it for a moment, her eyes moving across the screen.

As she came to a certain area, her eyes widened and her mouth opened as she took a deep breath. Recovering quickly, she straightened up and looked at Felix.

“It seems there indeed was a mistake. I am so sorry Mr. Lee. Xania was not your soulmate.”

Felix stared at Mavis, fighting the urge to say something he would regret. Instead he said, “thank you, yes there has been a mistake. And now I need you to tell me who is my soulmate.”

Mavis hesitated, not sure what to say. “Well…I can but it’s complicated. It seems like your true soulmate is already bound to someone else…”

Bound to someone else? Shit. What is he to do now? His soulmate is galavanting with another person.

“So what do I do now?” Felix asked dejectedly, his head hanging down.

Mavis thought for a moment, considering the options. Typically there’s no way to go back and change the pathway of things, but she had pity on Felix. After all it was her mistake.

“There is a way…but mind you it’s very dangerous.”

Felix perked up, his ears intent on listening to what Mavis had to say. He’d do anything and he means anything to be with his proper soulmate.

“You can go back in time and find your soulmate, meet them, talk to them, convince them they’re your soulmate. Rewrite the story. You’ll have to time travel, but we can get you there. Five spins around the sun should do it.”

Time travel? Felix didn’t even know such a thing existed, but then again, he shouldn’t be shocked.

“Ok, I’ll do it,” Felix said with determination.

Mavis nodded, pleased with Felix’s answer. She pressed a button on her desk, before speaking softly, “please send a device member to my office.”

She released the button and smiled as she placed her hands on her desk. Felix shifted awkwardly in his seat, unsure of where to look or what to say as Mavis was silent. He decided to look at the files on her shelf, his eyes roaming over script he couldn’t understand.

He looked with interest until the door opened suddenly, causing him to jump slightly in his seat.

“Ah, come in please. Have a seat. “ Mavis said as a shy looking girl in blue scrubs walked in.

She looked curiously at Felix, taking him in. She carefully sat in the chair next to him and looked at Mavis, waiting for instruction.

“Melody, this here is Mr. Lee. Due to some unfortunate circumstances, he needs to go back to the past, specifically five years ago. Can you escort him to the vault and assist him please?”

Melody nodded, a soft smile spreading on her face. “Most certainly.”

Mavis smiled, “great! Well off you both go! Good luck Mr. Lee!”

She swiveled away, her back to Felix and melody. Felix got up as his escort got up and followed her out of the office. They walked through narrow hallways, went down flights of stairs, the walk seeming to go on forever until stopping at a large metal door.

Felix watched as she placed her palm on a scanner, the laser reading her dna ensuring her identity matched who she said she was. A soft beep rang in the otherwise empty corridor, the door springing open slightly.

Melody stepped in between the crack, Felix following right behind her. The door shut with a finite click, locking them within the room.

As Felix faced forward, the lights within the room turned on, illuminating the area with soft light. He scanned the room nothing seeming of interest until his eyes landed on the machine in the center of the room.

It had glass walls, just like everything in the building, a small panel just to the left of the door. Melody walked over to a switch on the wall and lifted it, a soft humming sound present within the room as things powered up.

She went to the panel and started pressing button after button, most likely setting the time frame for which he has to go back. After a while, she turned to face him.

“Mr. Lee, please step within the box.”

Felix cautiosouly walked to the glass box and stepped inside. Despite the walls being made of glass, he couldn’t help but feel a little claustrophobic, the walls closing in on him.

He jumped at the sound of static, melody’s voice echoing in the small chamber.

“I will transport you back to five years ago. You will still be twenty five. Complete your mission but know you only have one year to complete your task, whether you are successful or not. Once you are done, you’ll know what to do in order to get back.”

Felix was nervous, his heart rapidly beating so hard within his chest, he felt as if it would jump out any moment. He wiped the thin sheen of sweat that had formed on his forehead as he stared at Melody through the glass wall.

She gave a thumbs up and smiled before pressing a green button. The humming noise slowly intensified, until there was a buzzing sound echoing in his ear.

The air in front of him started to ripple, the atoms slowly manipulating themselves to transport him to a different time and place.

As his surroundings started to fade and become unrecognizable, he felt a tingle on his skin, almost as if he was being touched with a million needles. The feeling intensified until his belly started to churn, nausea taking over as the air became harder to breathe.

There was a flash of white light and just when he thought he would pass out from the sensation within the room, there was quiet and stillness…but only for a moment.

The air expanded, his breath caught off until…. -- -- It was a clear night, the sky black, the stars twinkling and the moon bright. There was barely any wind blowing, but the trees swayed nonetheless, providing a refreshing breeze on this summer night.

You were laying on a blanket in your backyard, star gazing, enjoying your night off. The night was silent, that is until you heard a low buzz, traveling from one ear to the other.

You dismissed the sound until the buzz got louder, almost deafening. Sitting upright, you looked around, searching for the source of the annoying sound.

You were about to give up after not seeing anything when the space in front of you shifted, a small hole opening up in the night air.

You stared horrified, unable to move as the hole got bigger, and a bright light appeared within the space.

You let out a scream as a man fell from the hole, his arms outstretched as he tumbled through, landing directly on top of you, causing you to fall backwards.

You let out a huff as your head lightly bounced on the soft grass, your eyes wide as you stared at the man who came from nowhere.

He laid there dazed, his eyes trying to focus as he attempted to breathe. You took him in, eyeing his features of dazzling brown eyes that seemed to shine even at night, millions of freckles littering his face like the stars of the night sky, and small, plush heart shaped lips.

This man was beautiful, that you couldn’t deny. An angel for sure sent from heaven. However, that thought dashed from your head as he opened his mouth to speak.

“Oh shit! I’m sorry!” The man said as he scrambled to get off of you, grunting as he fell over in the process.

“Ahh!” You exclaimed, scooting over to him to help him up. “Are you alright?”

He looked at you, his eyes taking you in before he blushed and looked down.

“I’m ok,” he replied softly. “I’m sorry, I um…I think…actually, I have no clue what happened…or if I’m even in the correct place.”

You chuckled as the man stuttered through his explanation, as he clearly had no clue what was going on.

“How about we start with your name?” You suggested, sitting next to him.

“Name. Right. Yeah. Ummm…I’m Felix,” he said as continued to stare at the ground.

“Well, Felix, I’m y/n.”

'Y/n,’ Felix thought, ‘such a beautiful name for a beautiful girl.’ When you said your name, he felt his heart flutter and a warm sensation spread through him, which was contrary to how he felt not even five minutes ago.

He was in the right place. He’s not sure how he knew, he just felt that it felt right deep within.

Felix returned his gaze to you, taking in your calm demeanor, despite just seeing him come out of a black hole essentially. His eyes roamed your face, your eyes trained on him in concern, your lips slightly parted.

He felt his heart race as he continued to stare at you remembering how you felt underneath him, so soft and perfect.

Felix shook his head, coming back to the time at hand. He looked around the yard, taking in the little oasis you had created. There were fairy lights illuminating the space, the lights twinkling in the night air in such a way it almost seemed magical.

In the corner was a hot tub, the steam rising in the air beckoning whoever was near to relax within its waters. He looked down at the ground in which both of you were sitting, taking in the blanket and pillows you had set up.

“Looks like I interrupted you…I’m sorry,” Felix said softly.

“It’s ok,” you said with a smile. You let a moment pass before opening your mouth once more, curiosity getting the best of you.

“So um…time travel?” You said gesturing to the air in which Felix fell from.

You wondered where he came from and most importantly why, especially why he landed within your yard.

“Uh yeah, I’m from the future on a mission,” Felix replied, as his hand ran through his blond locks.

“Ahh the future. What’s your mission?”

Felix hesitated unsure if he should tell you the reason why’s he here. He decided against it, wanting to get a feel first before diving in. He has a year after all, why rush it.

“I can’t tell you that unfortunately,” Felix said apologetically.

You hummed and brushed his statement away, leaving it at that. You knew he would tell you when he’s ready, if at all.

“Well, it’s late and you probably have no where to stay, so you can crash here while you work on your mission if you’d like,” you said as you got up and dusted the dirt from your shorts.

Felix stared at you in shock, surprised you would offer your home to someone you didn’t know so readily.

“Oh..ok, yeah…sure thanks!”

Felix got up as well, reaching down to help you fold the blanket you were sitting on. He followed you to your door, curiosity plastered on his face as you opened the door and stepped into your home.

He was taken aback, the space feeling so…homey. It was decked out in lights, their glow illuminating the space with soft light, making it more intimate. The space radiated a floral scent, one that was intense but surprisingly was not overwhelming in the small space.

Your home was just so…you.

The thought made Felix chuckle in delight.

“Well it’s not much, but this is my home,” you said, gesturing to the small space.

“I like it, it’s very comfortable,” Felix said in earnest.

You smiled and nodded, happy that he liked your little space. You bustled around, making your way to the kitchen.

“Tea?” You asked as your hands started dancing through the air, shifting through the options you had in your inventory.

“Sure,” Felix said watching as you selected an option, the kettle appearing from thin air onto the stove.

You turned the heat on, the flames licking the bottom of the kettle immediately. Felix watched silently as you bustled around the kitchen, humming a little song as you prepared snacks.

The kettle whistled, the shrill sound loud in the otherwise quiet room. You grabbed two mugs and poured the tea before carefully carrying them to the couch. You gave Felix his, and then brought the snacks over.

Sitting down, you looked at the man next to you. He seemed nervous, his fingers drumming on the cup. Your eyes roamed his body, taking in his little frame, his baby face. He really was cute you’d have to say.

Felix looked up at you suddenly, his eyes meeting yours. You smiled reassuringly, hoping he’d understand he can be himself.

It didnt take long for Felix to open up, his bubbly personality shining through. You listened to him talk about his life in the future, his job where he helps others figure out what they want to do with their lives.

He talks about his friends, how close they are and how they’ve saved him more times than he can count. He even mentioned how he thought he found his soulmate, but apparently it was a mistake, one that is rarely made.

You eyed him, noticing that something was off when he mentioned his soulmate. You couldn’t place a finger to it but decided to leave it, knowing he’ll tell you the details when he’s ready.

The night passed in conversation, you feeling at home with Felix which was odd since you’ve just met him. You looked at the clock and noticed how late it was.

“Shit,” you muttered, “I need to get to bed. I work tomorrow.”

Felix nodded and helped you clean up. He knew the night would have to end eventually but he’s sad it did so soon.

“You can have the couch,” you said as you started making a makeshift bed.

Felix stood in the corner watching as you finished his bed and then went to your closet grabbing a shirt. He took it from your hands gratefully.

“Sorry, it’s the biggest I have,” you said sheepishly.

“It’s ok, thanks.”

You nodded, happy he didn’t mind the clothes. “Well I’m going to grab a shower, make yourself at home.”

Felix watched as you grabbed some clothes and stepped into the bathroom, closing the door softly. He heard the shower start, the sound of water hitting the wall.

He sat down on the couch, his eyes roaming around the room. He can’t wait to shower you with love, take care of you, after all you’re his soulmate whether you’ve realized it or not.

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The next morning, you awakened to the smell of bacon, the scent permeating your home. Your belly growled, signaling you to feed it which made you chuckle.

You stretched and stood up before padding to the kitchen. The sight of Felix at the stove cooking made your heart swell, a smile gracing your face. You stood in the corner and watched him, watching as he tried to finish the meal.

He was struggling a little bit but trying nonetheless, little curses falling from his mouth. Turning around he noticed you, causing him to drop the spoon he was holding.

You chuckled at his clumsiness, bending down to pick up the utensil.

Felix was startled at the sight of you, his cheeks instantly reddening. There you stood in your little sleep shirt and shorts, leaving nothing to the imagination. He could see your tits, your nipples hardened and poking through the silk. His eyes wandered down to your ass, so round and plush within the little shorts.

He looked away in embarrassment as you stood up, spoon in hand. He took it from your hand and went back to finishing up breakfast.

You sat down and waited, your chin in your hand. This was nice, a man cooking for you. A cute one at that. Felix walked over with your plate in hand, setting it down in front of you.

“Bon appetite!” He said, bowing slightly.

You giggled and picked up your fork to dig in. The first bite was…interesting so to say, the taste strong mixed with…

“Umm, Felix? Did you use salt in this?”

Felix looked up at you, his eyes wide. “Yeah, I did. Is it too much?”

You shook your head yes, shyly looking down.

Felix put down his fork and bowed his head. “I’m sorry, y/n. I’ll get better I promise. I just wanted to fix something for you after you took me in.”

Now you felt bad, your heart falling at the sight of the little pout that formed on his face. He did work hard to prepare this for you, waking up way before you to do so.

“It’s ok, it’s still good. Let’s dig in ok?”

Felix smiled at your attempt to reconcile, picking up his fork once more. You both ate, enjoying each others company.

It’s been awhile since you’ve had anyone else in the house with you, since you opted to live alone. So it was weird to share such an intimate meal with someone else and a stranger at that.

After eating, you sat back, content that your belly was full.

“Thanks for breakfast Felix. I have to get ready for work now. You can make yourself at home though.”

Felix smiled, happy you enjoyed his meal. He watched as you got up and padded away to your closet, your hips swaying with each step.

He got up and started clearing away the dishes, falling into the routine of cleaning. He had everything planned out, and would start his mission once you left for work.

Felix startled as you came up behind him, now fully dressed with your work uniform, your hair nicely done and your makeup complete to perfection

“Sorry, didn’t mean to startle you. I’m leaving now. If you need anything while I’m gone just call. Here I’ll send you my phone number.”

Felix watched as you scrolled through your book, punching in your number and swiping your finger away sending it to his contact list. He pulled it up, staring at the digital screen in front of him. He saved your number, smiling at the name you gave yourself.

He walked to the door with you, standing aways back as you slipped into your shoes. He wished you a good day at work, watching as you softly shut the door behind you.

Felix stood there for a moment more before turning to go back into your home, ready to set his plan in action.

Day after day, week after week, month after month, Felix doted on you. He made your meals, helped around the house, he did anything you wanted him to do.

You had game nights, movie nights, crafting nights. Any type of activity he could do while spending time with you, he did it.

Felix loved spending time with you too. He learned your habits, how you immediately went to the snack cabinet after work. How you liked your baths, the bubbles not too high, the water hot, and with a glass of wine.

He learned that you didn’t like scary movies, remembering how you locked yourself in the bathroom after a scene, refusing to come out until he coaxed you out with the promise of cuddles.

That was on the agenda tonight, a movie and cuddles. You snuggled in within Felix’s arms, your head on his chest as his arms wrapped around your body protectively.

You were growing to love these quiet moments, just the two of you in a room illuminated with fairy lights. There was a storm brewing outside, the sound of the wind rattling the windowpane. Fall has rolled in into your little town, therefore, it has rained almost everyday, blanketing the world with the little drops falling from the sky.

However, you didn’t mind, being safe and warm within his arms. You nuzzled in, your head rubbing on his chest, causing Felix to look down at you.

“That tickles,” Felix chuckled, squeezing your arm.

“Mm sorry,” you sighed as you repeated your action.

Felix chuckled and returned his attention to the screen. You listened to his heart beating loudly beneath your ear, the rhythm increasing with each passing second.

You smiled at the fact, your eyes traveling back to the movie Felix had picked out to watch. You both went back to watching the movie, the end nearing.

Once the closing scene played, Felix started to shift, causing your head to move. You let out a whine, disgruntled at the fact your pillow was moving.

You slowly got up, your hair disheveled. Felix began laughing, his voice filling your small space as he clutched his stomach. You pouted and swatted at him, crossing your arms in defiance.

Felix wiped the tears from his eyes and pulled you into a hug, his arms wrapping around your body tightly. He squeezed and rocked you back and forth, ignoring your giggles and protests to let you go.

You felt your heart flutter, the cute but intimate moment making your cheeks flush with a hint of red.

Felix continued to rock you, his breath hot in your ear as he laughed. You know how to make him stop. With renewed vigor, you grabbed his shoulder and bit down lightly, your teeth sinking into his soft skin.

Felix yelped and scooted back, his eyes wide as he looked between you and his shoulder.

“You bit me!” He accused, as he chuckled.

You shrugged and giggled, getting up from the couch. You were tired and ready to go to bed. Felix watched as you went through your bedtime routine, his eyes following you with every step you took, forgetting about the slight sting on his shoulder.

Occasionally, you’d stop and strike a funny pose, giggling as Felix laughed at your antics. Eventually Felix got up and started getting his bed ready, as you finished up in the bathroom.

You settled into bed and watched as Felix finished his routine. You chuckled as Felix rushed to his bed, complaining that he was cold. He settled in quickly before sitting up and looking your way.

“Night y/n!”

“Night Felix,” you said blowing him a kiss.

You let out a giggle as Felix quickly laid down and covered himself with his blanket as he let out a little squeak. You turned out the light and settled in, closing your eyes to sleep.

The rain was pelting the windows, the sound calming in the dark. You snuggled in, preparing to sleep when a loud crack of thunder rang out, causing the house to vibrate.

Did you hear a scream? Your eyes snapped open as you strained your ears, listening for the sound again.

Time passed and the rain continued to fall. You were about to close your eyes once more when you heard a soft whisper within the room.

“Y/n?” Felix whispered, listening for your response.

When you didn’t say anything, he repeated his question, calling out to you softly yet a little more loud.

“Yes?” You responded, sitting up within your blankets.

“Can I sleep with you? I’m um…I don’t really like thunderstorms…”

You could hear the panic in his voice, his voice cracking as he said the last word.

“Of course, come here Lix,” you softly said, pulling back your covers for him to join you.

You felt the bed dip and Felix shuffle beneath the covers, scooting as close as he could to you. You wrapped your arms around him, cradling his head to you as if to comfort him.

Felix was shaking in your arms, his face tucked into your chest. He was embarrassed. How could he be your soulmate, the person who’s supposed to love and protect you, if he’s scared of a measly thunderstorm?

He closed his eyes and breathed you in, your scent calming him despite the storm outside. Eventually he lifted his head up and looked you in the eyes.

You stared back at him, holding his gaze as you held him close.

“Thank you,” Felix whispered, his lip turning upwards as if to smile.

“Of course,” you whispered back, as you slowly stroked his back.

You both laid there, listening to the rain and gazing into each others eyes. You were glad it was dark, that way Felix couldn’t see the crimson that littered your cheeks.

The air was charged with want, the need to be close to each other palpable. Felix shuffled closer until his lips were inches away from yours.

You could feel his nose on yours, his ragged breath on your lips as he held onto you. Your heart was beating rapidly, as nerves took over, your palms sweaty as you gripped Felix’s shirt.

“Y/n,” Felix whispered before closing the gap between you, his soft lips pressing gently to yours.

He held them there for a moment more before breaking away, a shaky breath leaving his lips.

“Felix,” you whispered as you connected your lips again, wanting to feel his lips on yours again.

the rain pelted the windows, the thunder rang out, and the lighting illuminates the two of you, tucked away within your blankets, bodies pressed against each other as you lazily pressed your lips together.

The moment was soft, gentle, intimate, as if this moment was meant to be.

And in Felix’s mind, it was, without a doubt fate.

After the eventful night embraced in each others arms, kissing the night away, your relationship turned for the better.

Felix was ecstatic as he felt closer to his goal than ever. He was holding your hand, swinging it back and forth as you both walked home from a day of shopping.

He took the opportunity to spoil you, buying you whatever you wanted. He found himself smiling whenever you would thank him, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

“I spy something blue!” You exclaimed, squeezing his hand in yours.

Felix’s eyes roamed the street, looking for whatever had caught your eye. Spotting a blue car, his grinned sure he got it this time.

“That blue car there,” he said as he pointed at the vessel.

“Ugh how are you so good at this?” You whined, pouting at the fact that he got another guess right.

Felix shrugged and chuckled. He pulled you along in the direction of your home, wanting to get back as soon as possible.

A few minutes later, you arrived at your home. Felix pressed his finger against the scanner on the door, the box emitting a tune signaling it accepted his fingerprint. You both tumbled into your home, laughing at the joke you had just made.

Felix dropped the bags he was holding and pulled you in for a kiss, swallowing your shriek of surprise. You relaxed instantly in his embrace, matching his pace as he moved his lips with yours.

He pulled away for a moment before pressing a sweet kiss to your lips again and again until you were giggling, your face warm, and heart fluttering at his affection.

“Such a sweet sound,” Felix cooed as he pressed another kiss to your lips.

“Come on, let’s get the snacks ready! I’m ready to have a nice soak!”

You both decided to have a relaxing night in your hot tub, the weather not too cold or hot. You began cutting up various fruits and veggies, as Felix gathered some sweets.

“Make sure to get my favorite cookies!” You reminded him as he piled the plate high with a bunch of his homemade brownies.

“Right,” Felix said as he snapped his fingers, hurriedly searching through the inventory for your favorite chocolate cookies.

You chuckled and began plating the food you just cut up. Satisfied with your work, you walked to your closet, reaching in to pull out your swim suit.

You let out a shriek as Felix wrapped his arms around you and peppered wet kisses on your neck, mumbling at how beautiful you were.

You giggled as you attempted to get away, but to no avail as his hold on you was iron tight.

Felix spun you around before crashing his lips to yours, kissing you passionately as he moaned. You let out a whimper as he nipped at your lip, your core dripping with arousal as you clutched onto his shirt.

But, what were you doing? You both really shouldn’t be doing…whatever this is.

You pulled away suddenly, ignoring the look of shock on Felix’s face. You grabbed your swimsuit and made your way to the bathroom, letting Felix know you’d meet him outside.

Felix stood rooted in place confused, wondering what he did wrong. He always kisses you like this, shows you this type of affection ever since that night of the storm.

Typically you didn’t mind, fully embracing his kisses, cuddles, and teasing. What made you pull back like that?

Felix slowly turned around and began to change, slipping on his swim trunks and tossing his shirt to the side. He went outside and made his way to the hot tub, his mind preoccupied with what just happened.

He lowered himself in the warm water, sighing as he felt his muscles loosen. Shortly after he got in, you came out, slowly making your way to the hot tub.

Felix tried not to ogle at you, at your curves that were accentuated in the swim suit that barely covered anything. He felt his self blush and his cock twitch.

He needed to calm down and not ruin this night. He took a few deep breaths as he closed his eyes, opening them a few moments later feeling renewed.

You placed the snacks down before getting in and sitting next to Felix.

You both sat there in silence, looking anywhere but at each other. Felix traced the bubbles that popped up in the water, his fingers drifting closer to you.

The tension was thick, palpable in the night air. You tried to focus on the bubbles, the way the warm water enveloped your body, but all you could think of was Felix.

Felix with his bubbly self. Felix and how he takes care of you, cooking, cleaning, treating you as if you are the only woman in the world. Felix with his blonde hair that you love to run your fingers through. Felix with the smile that makes you feel warm and fuzzy inside, your stomach doing flips as he looks at you.

Felix. Felix. Felix. That’s all your life has become since you’ve met him. Normally you wouldn’t care but you realized you were developing feelings for him, which was playing with fire.

You had a soulmate out there and so did Felix and here you both were playing house. You felt the tears form, threatening to spill over any moment as you continued to think of him.

You couldn’t do this. Excusing yourself, you got out of the water and walked back to the house. Felix stared after you, his lower lip trembling.

He’s messed up, big time. You can’t even look at him. He stayed a little longer, his mind racing over the last few months and how things were.

He remembers your sweet smile as he cooks yet another amazing meal for you. He remembers your giggles as he spun you around the room, dancing to the slow song on the radio. He remembers your sweet face as he rained kisses down your face and neck, the sweet sounds you’d make as he nipped at your skin.

Things were perfect and he blew it. Wiping the stray tears that had fallen, he gets up and gathers the untouched plates and carries them to the house.

You left the lights on for him, but you yourself were asleep, buried underneath your layers of blankets. He tidied up as quietly as he could and then changed.

He figured you would want your space tonight, so he made his bed on the couch, somewhere he hasn’t slept in ages. As he lays down and looks at the ceiling, his heart breaks once more, this time because of his own stupidity.

He has to fix this, make things right. And he needs to do it soon.

Things between you two did not improve. It was the middle of spring with the flowers blooming and most days the rain fell from the sky blanketing the world with a chill that went to the bone.

Felix still resided with you, still made your meals, made sure you had everything you needed. He gave you your space, too scared to approach you and here you tell him to leave for good.

You worked long hours, opting to stay at the office then be with Felix in your small house. You figured if he was out of sight, he couldn’t plague you with his puppy dog eyes and sweet pouts as he doted on you.

However, that came to an end when Felix pleaded for you to come back at a decent hour and let him cook for you. You wanted to say no, but then he looked at you with wide eyes, his pink lips in a pout.

As you stared at him, you caved agreeing to his dinner. You tried not to break the facade as he grinned, his eyes sparkling at your acceptance.

You left for work as usual, your mind preoccupied with the little night he had planned for you two. You were nervous, not having spent a night alone with him since…well since that one fated fall night.

You willed the day to go slowly, but of course that was not the case, the end of your shift approaching rather quickly.

To make matters worse, your boss let you off early, thinking they were doing you a service to get your weekend started early.

Grabbing your bags, you made your way home, opting to walk instead of riding in a hover car. Approaching your door, you placed your finger on the scanner, the pad turning green.

You stepped in your apartment, taking in the scent of something delicious being cooked in the kitchen. You kicked off your shoes and padded into the kitchen, watching as Felix scampered around the space, adding finishing touches to the meal.

It took him a while to notice you but once he did he yelped, startled at your presence.

“Y/n!” Felix said as he rushed to your side.

“Welcome home!” He said as he grasped your hand, ushering you to the kitchen. “Sit, sit.”

You sat down and waited as he dished up dinner. You had to admit everything smelled and looked amazing. Felix dished his plate and the sat down.

“Well let’s dig in!” Felix exclaimed as he picked up his fork.

You forked some of the pasta into your mouth, your eyes rolling back at the flavors as they burst on your tongue. You recovered quickly as you continued to shovel food into your mouth. How could you be mad at this man when he cooks like this?

Felix watched from the corner of his eyes, pleased that you enjoyed his meal. He needed tonight to go well. He would reveal it all to you, his purpose, his reason.

Halfway through the meal, he decided to begin, thinking it was as good a time as ever.

“Y/n, can we talk?”

You put your fork down and looked at Felix. Here we go, you thought.

“I want to explain to you why I’m here.” Felix took a deep breath before continuing on. “I’m from the future and if you remembered, my soulmate was actually not mines but someone else’s. The matchmakers proposed I go back in time to find my true soulmate, to start over almost. To find…you.”

Silence rang out through the space, neither of you saying a word.

Felix was your soulmate? Felix is your…

Maybe that’s why it just always felt good, felt right with him. Why you always trusted him.

Felix is your soulmate.

You felt your heart beat, your cheeks flush, as you fumbled with your fingers. You didn’t dare look at Felix, ashamed at how you’ve treated him over the last few months.

Shit. What a mess this is.

“Y/n?” Felix inquired cautiously.

“Sorry. I was just processing everything.”

You truly were, your brain trying to wrap around the fact that you found your soulmate.

“I’m sorry. I just felt like you should know. The timing felt right.”

You nodded agreeing. You got up and started clearing the dishes, your mind reeling with his words. Felix helped you, working silently along you.

After you set the dishes down, you turned and almost bumped into him. You muttered an apology and cautiously looked him in the eye.

Felix stared back at you, his lips parted. You watched as a strand of his hair fell in his face. His beautiful, perfect face. You stood still as he came closer, until he wrapped his arms around your waist.

You both stood there in your kitchen, gazing into each other’s eyes, taking in every detail, of the need and lust hidden behind the orbs.

You held your breath as Felix leaned forward to connect his lips to yours, the feeling so familiar, as if he was welcoming you home.

Your lips moved together softly, gently, neither one of you in a rush. You wrapped your arms around his neck, your fingers teasing the hairs there as he deepened the kiss.

Felix moaned as his tongue met yours, the two appendages tangling together in a passionate dance. He needed more of you. He trailed his hands down your waist, your thighs, tapping the flesh to signal you to jump.

You caught on and jumped, wrapping your legs around his waist. Felix walked you to your bed, his lips on yours whenever he got the chance.

Right as he got to your bedroom, he tripped over his feet, dropping you in the process. You landed on your back, shocked as Felix tumbled onto the floor.

“Oh my god! Are you ok?” You asked, scrambling to peer over the edge of the bed.

“I’m fine,” Felix responded, his face red in embarrassment.

You chuckled, not believing that just happened. Felix looked at you in shock, his embarrassment increasing so much so his ears turned red.

“Oh come here,” you giggled pulling him on top of you.

You crashed your lips on his, smiling as he immediately reciprocated. You lost yourself in his kisses as his hands wandered your body, trailing his fingertips along your skin, goosebumps rising in its wake.

Felix moaned as he cupped your breasts, massaging the flesh gently. He could feel his cock swell, straining against the fabric of his boxers. He ground his hips into yours, his bulge nudging your clothed core.

You whimpered at the feel of him, canting your hips up into his, silently begging for more. Felix leaned back and shucked his shirt and sweats off and made his way to you, helping you rid yourself of your clothes.

You laid bare before him, your chest heaving as you panted, your slick leaking out of your pussy.

Felix gazed down at your body, feeling like he was in heaven.

“So beautiful and all mine,” he whispered as he parted your legs to slot himself between them.

He connected his lips to yours once more as he grasped his cock, running it through your folds. You were so wet, your slick coated his length as he teased you over and over.

“Please Lix,” you begged, wrapping your arms around his neck.

You let out a groan as he slowly pushed in, his cock sending shocks of pain through your core as he stretched you open. You whimpered as he continued to push in, slowly, gently until he was completely inside you, his cock sheathed snuggly in your warm walls.

“Are you ok?” Felix asked, concern laced in his eyes.

You nodded and swiveled your hips, silently begging him to move. Felix grinned before pulling out just to push back in right. Over and over and thrusted into you, the pain transitioning to pleasure as he fucked you.

He watched you with every thrust, not wanting to miss your moans, your little pants, the way your eyes rolled to the back of your head as he hit your sweet spot over and over.

“Taking me so well love. God I love you y/n.” Felix groaned as he snapped his hips into yours.

He wasn’t going to last long, not with how you clenched around him, how you whispered his name. He reached down to thumb at your clit, grinning as you let out a squeal at the added pleasure.

“That’s it love, feels good doesn’t it?” Felix teased as he circled the bud, adding more pressure as he dragged his cock within your walls.

You looked up at Felix, how flushed he looked above you as he fucked you, as your walls took him like you were made for him. You felt more arousal gush out of you as you remembered you were made for him.

You were his. He was yours.

And as your mind flooded with that thought, the way his finger thumbed your clit, at how he fucked you just right, your orgasm washed over you causing you to let out a straggled moan.

Your walls clenched around him rhythmically as you came, driving him insane. Felix let out a growl as he stilled his hips against yours, his cum flooding your walls.

He leaned down and pressed his lips to yours, mumbling “you're mine,” again and again.

“I’m yours,” you breathed out as you came down within your lovers arms.

The days passed into summer, each day a treat with Felix by your side. You both have found each other and that was something to celebrate on a daily basis.

Felix showered you with love, waking you up with kisses as he slid between your thighs, making love to you as the sun rose in the sky, bathing you both with its warm light.

He made sure you were well fed, that you wanted for nothing. He peppered you with kisses whenever he could, loving how you would giggle as he kissed your nose, your cheeks, your lips, your neck.

Life was good which is something you haven’t been able to say in a long time. — — You both sat in bed one morning, tangled in each others embrace. As you slid your fingers through his hair, you hummed a little song, happy and content.

Felix lifted his head up and smiled. “What has my love so happy this morning?”

“Hmm maybe you,” you chuckled as you pulled him close.

“Now why is that I wonder,” he teased as he pressed a kiss to your lips and pushed his cock within you.

“Ah Felix!” You groaned as he rocked his hips into yours, slow and gentle as the wind gently blew through your open window.

Felix buried his head in your neck as he brought both of you to your highs, your fingers playing with his hair.

“Y/n, this pussy, your sweet pussy.” Felix moaned as your pussy clenched around him.

“You’re mine!” He growled as he bite into the side of your neck, soothing the area with his tongue afterwards.

“I’m yours!” You whimpered as you came, wrapping your legs around him.

Felix’s hips stuttered as he reached his climax, his seed painting your walls white in the early morning hours.

He collapsed on top of you, steadying his breath as he came down. You both laid there in silence, basking in each other’s afterglow.

“So what happens now?” You asked breaking the silence. “Do I come back with you? To the future?”

Felix thought for a moment. Deep down he knew what he had to do, but he didn’t want to leave you. What if it doesn’t work and he doesn’t see you again in the future?

No, he wasn’t going to take that chance. He would bring you with him.

“Come with me. We can go back together.”

You considered his words for a moment. You didn’t want to part with him, so going with him seemed like the best option.

“Hmmm ok,” you agreed.

“Let’s get dressed and we can go back to the agency and see what we can do.”

You agreed and got up with him. You both showered and got dressed quickly, not wanting to waste any more time.

Felix hailed a hover car and you both got in, directing the driver to go to the agency. Once there, Felix ushered you quickly to the matchmaker’s office, hoping to see Mavis.

He grinned when he saw her, running up to the woman and accidentally startling her.

“Mr. Lee! What are you doing here?”

“I was successful Mavis! I found my soulmate. We’re ready to go back!”

Mavis looked over his shoulder and saw you standing a ways back, swaying back and forth slightly.

“Ah, I can see that,” Mavis said with approval. “Come with me.”

She led both of you to the room Felix was in before, the Time Machine familiar this time around.

“Alright, get in,” Mavis said gesturing towards the glass box.

Felix grabbed your hand and pulled you into the box. Once settled, Felix gave Mavis the thumbs up, signaling you both were ready.

Mavis nodded and pressed a few more buttons, the buzzing sound Felix remembered from last time intensifying.

Felix turned to you and pressed a kiss to your lips.

“I love you,” he whispered.

“I love you too,” you gushed as you squeezed his hand.

The air began to ripple, the room began to disintegrate. The air became thin, both of you gasping for breath as a pain hit your stomachs.

Felix closed his eyes briefly as he felt a stabbing pain in his chest. He squeezed your hand in earnest, hoping it would be over soon.

However, time passed and the feeling remained.

Something wasn’t right.

Felix opened his eyes and stared ahead in horror as his eyes took in the vast emptiness. You were still with him, gripping his hand as tight as you could, your face laced with pain.

“Y/n!” He said, wrapping you in his arms.

Felix looked around. You were both in an empty space, nothing was around. No people, no buildings, no trees. Nothing.

He felt like he was going to throw up, the pain in his chest slowly dissipating, but not fast enough.

You both sank to your knees, kneeling on air, clutching each other.

How is this possible? Where are you? Was there a malfunction with the machine?

Felix screamed for help, pleading, begging for anyone to help him. To help you.

But to his horror, no one came to the rescue, both of you trapped in some type of glitch.

Felix held you in his arms, glancing at your beautiful face. At least he had you, his soulmate.

That’s why he went back into he past in the first place right?

To find his soulmate and here you were with him, in his arms.

His soulmate, someone he can love for eternity and you both had eternity now locked in whatever place you were in.

He brushed your hair away from your face, and gazed into your beautiful brown eyes and whispered

“I love you.”

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Ok I’m awake now! I feel actually rested which is shocking, but let’s go.

You’re not terrible at dealing with these things. You’re actually handling them in a very normal way. Of course it’s not perfectly healthy, but oh my god so much has happened to you recently and I can tell you’re doing your absolute best. Please do not feel terrible for being a wreck, anyone would in this situation. The reason I’ve been around Birdie more than you is because you’ve explicitly asked to be alone a couple times and I wanted to respect that, but that can absolutely change if you’d like. I think you need people right now.

Oh I see. Yeah sorry that’s a problem a lot of other people around here have but you’re right you’re on the other side of it. I actually have the same problem a lot of the time. Last time I was talking to my best friend about feeling like a burden (I have a huge problem with feeling like other people have it worse than me so I shouldn’t add the stuff on my plate to their problems by talking about it) she told me “as a child you should be a burden on people; as a friend you should be a burden on people, because being a burden means you trust and love somebody.” I agree with that completely and thing about it often. I think part of being friends with someone is trusting them to take care of you when you need it and doing the same for them.

I know that’s not as easy as it sounds. Believe me, I’m constantly afraid that my mental health will be too much for people to handle and they’ll cut their losses the second I open up. That hasn’t happened yet, though, and it won’t happen to you here. I love Birdie, but I understand not talking to her about all of this (specifically the relationship stuff, she’s not a child but she’s not and adult either). You need to stop avoiding her, though. She’s also lost family and honestly I’d say besides you she’s the one having the hardest time with everything. Chris and I are here for the rest, and I’d love to talk to you more. I mean this so genuinely, I love being there for people. In a selfish unhealthy way it makes me feel useful and therefore deserving of their friendship, and in a much more normal way I just like to help people feel better when I can, even if only a negligible amount.

I’m about to head to the studio. Chris is going to join me. I won’t be posting much since I’ll be sewing, but the offer is open if you’d like to come too.

Just got off the phone with my friend A and checked my notifications before going to bed. I’m genuinely sorry I’m so busy. You deserve more of my time and I’m sorry I can’t give that to you. Please trust that I spend as much time on you as I can, but right now with two jobs on top of school I worry I’m slowly burning myself out. I promise I’d spend so much more time with you if it was possible.

Even with that, know that I care about you. You were my first real friend here and because of you I feel like I have a second family now. I genuinely love you and hope I can make you feel supported when I’m around. You certainly do that for me.

Even if I can’t always be on tumblr, know you can come over any time. Chris is coming to work with me tomorrow (my boss doesn’t care, it’s just me sewing alone in a studio and she’s about to give birth actually). That’s an option for you too, if you want it.

I need to sleep now. I only got a few hours last night and I work 13 hours tomorrow. I’m sorry I can’t stay longer, but please take care of yourself. It would really hurt if anything happened to you. You matter to a lot of people.

You mean a lot to me too, Wisteria, I don't want you to think that you don't. You've been great, and I know you're busy and I absolutely do NOT want you to feel bad about that even a little bit. I just. I don't know. I'm terrible at dealing with these things and I wish I could be better but I'm not. I basically just lost my son and everyone is acting like I should know what to do which I don't think I COULD know what to do in this situation but. I don't. And I feel terrible for being as much of a wreck as I am.

But!! That's alright. I'm working through it. You rest up, Wisteria. You've been through a lot, too.

Also I don't know where people are getting the impression I don't think people care about me. I know they do. I'm just basically an unravelled ball of yarn and rolling me back up is a lot of work that I don't want to bother you guys with.

[callsign-rogueone]

touch

Dain Aetos x reader (Love!) words: 1.4k 🏷: no spoilers and no warnings! Denial isn't just a river in Tyrrendor, Love is down so horrendously bad for this boy, Liam is the captain of this ship, Liz has never taken a physics class in her life, and it’s obvious I fear...

“Why do you look like you want to put your fist through that girl’s face?” Liam asks quietly, nodding across the room toward Amber Mavis. 

You huff, looking away from her and back at your plate, poking at a piece of food with your fork. “You and I both know she’s a loyalist bootlicker.”

He hums in acknowledgement — all of you are acutely aware of the number of unmarked Tyrs here, and how their families are content to stay under the oppression of the crown, how they’d been so willing to fight against their own countrymen. “Just that? Nothing to do with who she’s talking to?” 

Evidently he’s kept his habit of being extremely observant about literally everything.

“And if it did?” you ask carefully, still simmering with anger as you watch them. Dain is seemingly oblivious to the girl’s shameless flirting, the way she’s leaning into his personal space and laughing at every word he says — and he isn’t funny, by any stretch of the imagination.

Liam looks back at you. “Then I’d remind you that you’ve always been a person who knows what you want, and who isn’t scared to take it. I’d also tell you that as a man, he definitely knows what she’s trying to do, and he isn’t interested in the slightest.”

An amused smile crosses your face at his assessment. “You’re too observant for your own good, you know.”

“I do know. Now, are you going to get over there and do something about that?”

“I’m not going anywhere, brother dearest,” you reply. “He’s coming to me.”

Liam’s eyebrows furrow, his lips parting to ask how exactly you plan to do that — and then he feels the whisper of wind moving through the hall; a gentle, jasmine-scented breeze that makes its way to the front table.

Dain’s head turns immediately, his eyes scanning for you in the rows of tables before rises from his seat, giving Mavis an excuse over his shoulder and putting away his plate before he heads in your direction.

Liam snorts. “Hook, line, and sinker.”

You turn your attention back to your nails. They’re getting a bit long. You should file them tonight before bed, lest it earn you a lecture from Garrick when they’re too long for you to throw a proper punch. 

Surely enough, Dain stops a few steps away from the table, looking a little sheepish. “Do you want to study for physics? Since we have a test tomorrow?” 

“Sure,” you offer, trying not to sound too eager as you rise from your seat, falling into step beside him -- until he stops.

“Don’t you need to get your stuff?”

You blink. “Oh. I thought you were just using this as an excuse to leave that conversation. But sure, we can actually study.”

For a second, he looks like he’s regretting this decision, but he’s still there waiting for you when you return with your books under your arm and a pencil in your hair. The walk to commons is silent, as is the process of choosing a table. 

It takes five minutes and forty three seconds for him to speak, if the clock can be trusted. “How are we supposed to calculate any of this without the time? For number five, I mean.”

You don’t refer to your own book, instead sitting up and leaning across the table to look at his, skimming the aforementioned question with the tip of a fingernail. 

His eyes remain glued to the page, a slight blush on his cheeks — he’s likely embarrassed to admit that he doesn’t quite get the concept. At least he prides himself on his intellect more than his muscle, unlike most of these boys. 

“You have to derive the time from the distance and the speed, and then control for mass and the opposing force of the wind. It’s coming Northeast, perpendicular to you, so you’ll be using more time and energy staying in a straight line.”

“That makes sense,” he manages. “Thank you.”

You just hum in response, settling back into your seat. The silence eventually becomes less awkward — it’s almost comfortable to be sitting here reading, but with his quiet presence, just the turning of pages and scratching of pen against paper. 

But all good things must come to an end; you’re both startled out of your thoughts by the bells chiming one thirty.

Time to head to Kaori’s. 

——————

“Okay, question for the assembly,” you posture over dinner. “You have a reasonable amount of evidence that a guy likes you, but he never ever touches you. Is he into you, or not?”

“It depends how long you’ve known him,” your friend reasons from where she’s tucked into Bodhi’s side. “He was too scared to hold my hand at first, but now he won’t let go of me, ever.”

Bodhi looks a little offended.

“It’s a no from me,” Garrick says between bites. “Guys want any excuse to touch a girl they’re into.”

“Maybe he’s just really respectful,” Bodhi counters hotly, “And doesn’t want to assume that you’d be okay with him touching you. Or maybe he’s seen you threaten someone at knife-point before for doing just that,” he adds, playfully pointing his own at you from across the table.

You snort at the memory — Bodhi had found you putting the fear of the gods in another first year who thought he’d try his luck with you by getting a little too touchy, and nearly lost the use of his hands as a consequence.

“Or he’s a total prude,” Imogen offers. “Too stiff to try anything, or too inexperienced.”

“Another fair point. But I really don’t see you of all people with a prude,” Garrick adds, smug. 

You glare at him, knowing exactly what he’s implying.

“So who’s this mystery guy?” his girlfriend asks kindly, not-so-subtly kicking him under the table. 

“If it goes anywhere, I’ll tell you,” you sigh, pushing a chunk of potato around your plate with your fork.

Unlikely. And even if it did, they’d likely object, Xaden in particular. And his approval means more to you than you’d ever admit.

“This is monumental,” Imogen continues. “I have never once seen you torn up over a guy. It’s always them tripping over themselves to impress you.”

“Can we change the subject, please? I regret asking.”

Bodhi comes to the rescue quickly enough, starting a conversation about the stupid shit his first years have done this week. You don’t really listen, just sit quietly, thinking.

——————

There’s that knock again. You drag yourself to the door, nearly tripping over yesterday’s dirty laundry. “Time is it?”

“Five thirteen,” he answers.

He’s been showing up earlier every time, by almost exactly two minutes. Like clockwork. Literally. 

You hum in acknowledgement, turning to dig for clean clothes.

“What are you doing?”

“Getting dressed,” you reply distantly. “You can leave without me, I’ll catch up.”

He takes the shirt from your hands, folding it back up in two easy movements and setting it back in the drawer.  You start to protest, but you’re interrupted by another fit of weak coughs that you cover with your elbow.

“C’mere,” he coaxes.

You take a wobbling step forward, not questioning the order.

He rests the back of his hand on your forehead. His skin feels cool against yours, and you can’t help but lean into the soft touch. “You definitely have a fever,” he appraises, pulling back.

You blink at him slowly, not saying anything. 

“Let’s get you back in bed,” he prods, pulling back the neatly-tucked blanket that your little wisps of air had fixed up for you, patting the mattress twice. 

You hum in acknowledgment, climbing back in. It’s so easy to melt back into the sheets, so much better than having to run two miles. Garrick and Bodhi will probably give you some grief for missing it, but you don’t have it in you to care right now. And if your squad leader told you to go back to sleep, then that’s a pretty ironclad excuse. 

“Thank you, Dain.”

He brushes some loose hair from your face, the backs of his fingers skimming over your cheek. “Of course, pretty girl.”

Your head is throbbing, your entire body sore, but you can’t help but smile into your pillow after he turns away — even when you feel like you’re dying, he still thinks you’re pretty.

[aimedis]

redacted asmr headcanons pt.3

-darlin’ gives sam puppy dog eyes all the time both with or without their own acknowledgement (they bite their lip too and it drives sam fucking insane)

-wolves don’t particularly enjoy being touched around their lower back area, even the most controlled wolf will get uncomfortable and/or shift instinctively to protect themselves

-asher and baabe are literally johnny and mavis 

-vincent and lovely are always together. always. (where one is, the other is not far behind) 

-gavin telling freelancer they’re pretty every single day 

-freelancer telling gavin he has the kindest heart every single day (and that he’s pretty) 

-freelancer plays volleyball (they’re on a recreational team)

-darlin' and milo will forever have beef with asher and asher will always harass them. when milo says "ash, ew.." darlin' says "ash, what the fuck.."

-david ‘hardass’ shaw brought to his knees begging for forgiveness because angel called him david once 

-freelancer and huxley feed off each other’s energy and they’re both adorably loud when around each other 

-gavin and freelancer get violently upset if they’re not around each other for more than a day

-“your eyes are so pretty” was one of the first things coworker said to lasko and he stopped breathing for a solid minute

-under extreme stress, cutie loses control of their powers and it can either make them slide out of someone’s head or into everyone’s head (during the inversion they could hear everyone’s thoughts and they were trying to fight off a panic attack the whole time)

-milo and darlin' make fun of each other’s trauma (milo: “that’s why your dad doesn’t fucking love you” darlin': “your dad doesn’t love you either, bitch”)

[wisteria-html]

Hey. I have a car I can come get you if you want. I can also pull up w some edibles to hopefully get them to like chill out a bit but I'm not sure how good of a plan that is

Oh fuck yeah, I’ll send you my location and you can pick me up! I’m kinda halfway between my place and his which should only be a couple minutes from your house. Having another person who he already knows and trusts might be good actually.

As for the edibles we absolutely have to ask him before we give him one. If he’s down I think it could be good but I’m not drugging anyone without consent, ESPECIALLY after Laika.

[anissapierce]

This is this first doc ive watches where i get why documentarians weren't getting annoyed abt where the industry is currently. This doc is so fucking drawn out oh my god and the research theyre doing is so surface level? And i know rhey probably did more research and what theyre presenting in a casual manner is a part of the style but jeez louis im glad i didnt buy this movie

Trying to meet the mavis beacon doc where its at but im getting annoyed in a similar way i am w certain youtubers with do called deep dives or 'analysis'

[violent-little-thing]

We Are Not The Same

Summary: Dain and Sloane babysit Iris, prompting a conversation about the parent Dain wants to become.

Word Count: 1466

Warning: Implied past child abuse.

For @empyreanevents Slain Week Day 3 (parents)! This one was a long time coming.

@violencelittlething Iris is BACK and they're preparing for her to have friends/cousins!

Title from Family Line (Conan Gray)

_____

Dain Aetos hadn’t known much joy in the first 22 years of his life. There were fleeting moments — climbing trees with Violet, studying languages and tomes with Asher Sorrengail, his tryst with Amber Mavis his first year at Basgiath — but for one reason or another, that joy wasn’t sustained. It had to contend with disappointment, failure, insecurity, death, the Codex, and his father. 

How different his life was now.  He had his beautiful wife, who he still couldn’t believe chose him.  He was part of a family, part of a city, part of a kingdom that stood for good.  And there was Iris. Iris, his precious baby niece who was captivated by him.  Her first smile was given to him and even though he felt a little bad that it wasn’t Violet or Xaden she first smiled at, Dain relished the moment.  In fact, holding Iris for her first smile was the best moment of his life that didn’t involve Sloane.  So it wasn’t shocking to anyone that when Violet, Xaden, and Bodhi had to take an overnight trip to Cordyn for trade discussions, Iris was left in the care of her Uncle Dain and Aunt Sloane.

“Don’t worry, we’re going to have the best time! Aren’t we, sweet girl?” Sloane cooed at her niece. “Say bye-bye to Mama, Dada, and Uncle Bodhi!”  Sloane bounced Iris on her hip, lifting the 6 month old’s hand to wave to her parents and uncle. 

“Are you sure you have everything?” Violet turned to Dain.

“Vi, go. We have everything we need and if we need anything, we’ll get it.”

“Come on, Violence. If we don’t leave now, I don’t think we’ll be able to drag Bodhi out of here.” Xaden gestured to his cousin who was covering Iris in kisses as she giggled. “We said our goodbyes, you convinced me to leave my heir with Dain, now let’s go so we can get this over with and come home.” 

Twenty minutes later, Dain and Sloane were finally alone with Iris. “Alright, cutie pie, what should we do first? Gossip? Have some milk? Make footprint art?” Sloane ran some options by her niece. Iris babbled happily in response before reaching her chubby arms out for her uncle. Sloane feigned offense, but she was actually delighted. She and Iris loved each other and she knew they would have a lifetime of girl talk and shopping trips and rune making together, but she also knew Dain needed Iris in a way that she didn’t. Sloane could tell that Dain reveled in Iris’ affection for him, something he’d spent so much of his life being denied. Sloane loved her husband, was openly affectionate with him (or, as Garrick would say, engaged in way too much PDA with him), but she knew there was something different about the way he received Iris’ love and it made her cherish her niece even more.

Dain, naturally, chose reading and snacks as their first activity, settling Iris with her bottle on his lap as he read to her. He chose a book of fairytales, one he knew that Violet often read to her. His deep voice vibrated behind Iris’ head and she sighed contentedly as she listened to the story before falling asleep in Dain’s arms. “I know I should put her in her crib, but I can’t bring myself to,” Dain whispered.  

Sloane smiled and shook her head softly. “You don’t need to. Xaden holds her for naps and even for hours at night whenever he can. Enjoy the baby snuggles, my love. You deserve them.” 

Once Iris woke up and was changed and settled, they went outside. Dain nestled Iris into a baby wrap, facing her outward so she could see the grounds of Riorson House and the view of Aretia. They walked her through the vegetable garden Sloane occasionally tended to and the flower gardens that Bodhi and Violet took excellent care of. Thoirt and Cath flew down from the hatching grounds to meet them. Iris had been around dragons her whole life and her little eyes widened every time she saw one. Dain, Sloane, and Sawyer swore she looked the most excited when she saw red dragons, but everyone else argued that her favorite was the color of their dragon. They walked into the village, stopping at merchants’ stalls and shops. The Aretian citizens were thrilled to see their princess and many stopped to awe at her and tell her how well her parents were doing as reigning monarchs. Like any good aunt and uncle, Sloane and Dain took the opportunity to spoil Iris with new clothes, new books, and an intricately crocheted stuffed cat that they called Broccoli Jr. As the sun set, they walked back to Riorson House for Iris’ final feeding. Dain rocked Iris to sleep as Sloane sang her Tyrrish lullabies from her childhood. They successfully got Iris into her crib, which had been moved to their wing for the night, kissing her goodnight and wishing her the sweetest dreams before settling in their own bed.

“Did you ever expect that Xaden would be such a good dad?” Dain asked as he ran his fingers through his wife’s hair. 

Sloane’s answer came without hesitation. “Absolutely yes. Xaden is a caretaker. He’s always looked after all the marked ones and Tyrrendor, of course. And he’s stepped up for me and for Bodhi more times than I can count when we needed someone to be there for us.The man was meant to be a dad.”

Dain nodded slowly, considering her words. “I never thought I’d say this, but I want to be like him.” 

Sloane’s blue eyes twinkled. “I’m so telling him you said that when he gets back. He’ll probably think you’re having a stroke and take you straight to Brennan,” she giggled. 

Dain didn’t laugh. His brow furrowed, deep in thought. Sloane sighed, knowing he was thinking of his father. Sloane didn’t even like referring to General Aetos as a father; he was just someone who contributed sperm that happened to result in Dain. 

Sloane sat up, tucking her legs underneath her and reaching up to cup Dain’s face. “Babe, you’re not him.” Sloane’s voice was almost impossibly soft, something she reserved for him alone. 

“You don’t know that.”

“Have you seen yourself with Iris? It’s like the two of you are in your own little world. I watched you two together all day and I swear to the Gods, Dain, it was magical.”

“But –”

“No.” Sloane shook her head emphatically. “Can you ever imagine hurting that little girl? Can you imagine ever belittling her or denouncing her?”

“Never.” Dain looked pained at Sloane’s questions.

“Exactly. Because you, Dain Aetos-Mairi, are not your father. You are a protector. You are nothing but love. That’s what I see. That’s what Iris sees. And that is what our children will see.” Dain lifted Sloane onto his lap, needing her close.

“I never want to turn into him. I never want our children to grow up the way I did.”

“I don’t either, my love. And we won’t let that happen,” she said, meeting his eyes. “Why don’t you tell me more about the parent you want to be?”

Dain cocked his head to the side in thought. “I want to be a steady, consistent presence for our kids. I want them to know that they can talk to me about anything, that they can come to me when they’re in trouble. I want them to know in their bones that they can come to me when they’re feeling less than perfect, like if they’ve made a mistake or done something wrong or just feel like I’ll be disappointed. I want them to know that I love them and that they’re safe with me. I don’t want to just be Mr. Rules. Don’t look at me like that.”

Sloane put her hands in the air. “I said nothing. My face was frozen. Continue.”

“As I was saying, I don’t want to just be the person telling them what not to do. Yeah, I know I’ll have to do some of that, but I want to do it in a gentle, caring way. The opposite of what I had. I want them to be proud that I’m their dad.” 

“They will be, love. They will be.” Sloane wrapped her arms around her husband’s neck, surrounding him with the love he never thought he’d be blessed enough to have. “I’m so proud of you. You work so hard. You’re the best husband and I know you’ll make the best dad.” She paused, her eyes meeting his and lighting up with mischief. “Want to go get Iris for more baby snuggles?”

“First one to her gets to hold her all night?”

“You’re on!”

[idk-karla]

Sergei meets his mate pt 2

Summary: Kraven finds you in the woods after a group of poachers ran you out of your camping reserve. He brings you back to his Dome, continued.

Part 1

(Started as one shot of a first meeting but I got an idea for a few more chapters so this is the set up. Female MC is also paranormal.) 

Pairing: Sergei Kravinoff x fem! Reader 

The warm water felt like heaven on my skin. It soothingly washed away the sweat and crusted blood that clung to my skin. A folded t-shirt and cotton shorts, meticulously folded, were waiting for me on the sink counter when I got out. The material of the shirt was soft and worn-in, doused with his scent. It made me want to rub my face in it and purr like a cat.

The shirt practically swallowed me, the hem stopping just above my knees. The shorts he left were pointless at that length. At least, that’s what I told myself. A smaller, more reckless part of me was curious. Curious enough to leave them folded on the counter... just to see how he’d react.

I could see him moving around the living room as I slowly made my way down the steps. He was hunched over the couch, spreading out a large black sheet over it. He looked up at the sound of my footsteps, his eyes landing on my bare leg immediately. 

His eyes roamed down my body, slow and unashamed. A growl vibrated so low from his chest I wouldn’t have caught it without enhanced hearing. I froze under the intensity of his gaze, heat blooming beneath my skin. 

Maybe this was a bad idea. 

“That shower was wonderful, thank you.” I offered, trying to sound casual. 

His eyes snapped away from me the second the words were out of my mouth, like he couldn’t stand to look at me anymore. 

He cleared his throat. “Good.” His words were hoarse, packed with an emotion I could feel. “Couch is ready for you.”

“Thank you,” I replied sweetly. His eyes landed on me again for just a few seconds before he slipped out of the back door without a word.

What an odd, odd man.

It didn’t take me long to find the light switch and nuzzle into the blanket and pillow he had laid out for me on the couch. I was surprisingly comfortable between the soft fire glowing from the pit and the blanket wrapped around me. 

I was just about to surrender myself to the bliss of sleep when I saw it.

A massive, hairy creature skittered across the floorboards, stopping to perch on the armrest by my foot like it owned the place. Eight eyes, Way too many legs.

I clapped a hand over my mouth to stifle a scream. I breathed heavily through my fingers, praying silently that the demon spawn before me didn’t think to jump me.

“Sergei,” I whisper-screamed, hoping he would hear me. “Sergei!”

Minutes passed of me and the spider having a staredown without any other movement. Fuuuuck. I slowly threw my legs over the edge of the couch, and got to my feet, not taking my eyes away from the arthropod. I opened the back door, still keeping eye contact, and hissed his name into the night again.

I finally looked away from the spider when a rustle from the trees caught my attention. Sergei emerged shirtless and half-asleep, rubbing at his eyes. Athena followed closely behind, curious.

“What?” he grumbled, voice gravelly.

“There’s an eight legged demon in your house with no boundaries,” I said, my tone more accusatory than fearful. 

“Are you talking about Mavis?” He asked casually, like I was supposed to know what he was talking about. He stepped inside behind me and looked around, but the creature, whose name is apparently Mavis, was now gone. Panic bubbled in my chest and I jumped on his back without a second thought. He immediately shifted to assimilate for my weight, his hands grabbing my knees to keep me from falling. 

“I’m talking about a gigantic spider that just had a staring contest with me while I was trying to fall asleep!” I wrapped a tight around across his chest to hold myself steady. “Find it!”

I could tell he was amused by the low chuckle that rumbled from his throat. He shifted me on his back and started making his way through the house. It took another 10 minutes before we found the critter again. Sergei didn’t complain once about me clinging to his back like a monkey. Instead, he carried me around the room until we found the spider again by the edge of the fire pit.

Sergei set me down and padded over to scoop the spider with his bare hands. “There you are.”  I watched, mouth agape as he used his finger to scratch the spider’s head. “I’ve been looking for her.”

“You have a spider named Mavis?” I asked in disbelief, watching as he placed the spider gently into a terrarium hanging from a wall.

“She’s harmless.”

“You’re insane.”

He shrugged. I stood in the middle of the room, scared to sit back on the couch. 

“What else are you housing in here? Snakes? Scorpions?” 

“I don’t want to talk about Roger right now.” He ran a hand down his face, looking stressed.

Oh god. “What's a Roger?”

“Roger was my snake. A wolf ate him last summer.”

“Jesus Christ” I half sighed, half laughed. Maybe it was evil to laugh at his snake getting eaten by a wolf, but the whole scenario was ridiculous.

I tentatively sat back on the couch, pulling my legs into my chest. He stared at me for a second, before turning to head back out the door. 

“Wait,” I called after him, making him stop dead in his tracks. “Can you stay?” I asked softly. “Just until I fall asleep?”

He contemplated it for a long second. A single nod was the only response I received.

He sat beside me, close but not touching at first. The silence settled over us, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. After a while, I leaned into him, just a little. Then a little more. Until his arm slipped around my shoulder and I let my head rest against his chest.

His warmth surrounded me. His breathing was slow. Steady. Safe.

Sleep tugged at me faster than I expected, heavy and gentle. The last thing I felt was his hand in my hair, combing through it slowly, rhythmically.

PART 3

PART 4