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hangmanssunnies · 9 months

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Helping Hands

Summary: Phoenix has had a long day. She knows the only thing that will make her feel better is coming home to you and getting a little help to unwind.

Pairings: Natasha "Phoenix" Trace x Reader

Word count: 5k

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Warnings: 18+ only, possessiveness, PWP, Slightly Sub Phoenix, Guided Masturbation, Grinding, WLW.

Authors Note: I am simply a bisexual who would love to worship this woman. Thank you so much if you take a chance to read this work. I hope you enjoy it. My inbox is always open if you want to let me know your thoughts. Reblogs with your thoughts, opinions, and tags are gold to me. I love reading through them.

It had been a really long day, and Phoenix was exhausted. She felt like she was hardly holding it together. She was stressed and had even snapped at her poor backseater. Her words were so harsh Bob had quietly excused himself from her side, crossed the room, and squarely seated himself right next to Coyote. Bob turned slightly into the broad pilot as if to hide himself. Then because obviously, Phoenix had needed something to make her feel worse or make her even angrier, Hangman had sat himself down on the other side of her WSO, blocking him from her view and throwing an arm over the other man's shoulder.

As if any other pilot had a right to touch what was hers. No one else knew what it meant to have Bob's life in their hands every day. Someone she thought of and was concerned with over herself. Bob was HERS to take care of, HERS to linger near and comfort. The line of thought was only finally interrupted when she dug her nails into her palms, using the stinging pain to clear her head.

Phoenix had thought a distraction might help, but when she turned to find Rooster, he was talking to Payback. He had been doing that a lot lately, talking to Payback. They had even been hanging out on the weekends. And even though Phoenix knew it was ridiculous to be jealous of Bradshaw having other friends, she was. Rooster was HER best friend. Phoenix was on his emergency contact list. She had spent the last ten years making sure he had birthday and Christmas presents, not Fitch. She glared at Payback until he finally got a hint to leave. The moment that the space next to Rooster emptied, she occupied it.

Bradshaw was familiar. He could provide her with easy comfort just by being near. As she thought she might finally have some reprieve for the first time all day, a chance to let down her guard, Rooster opened his stupid mustached mouth with the audacity to ask her if she was okay. Phoenix was always okay; she was the best damn pilot here. She didn't even bother to grace him with an answer. The only reason she didn't move seats again was because Payback might try to reclaim this one, which at the moment was the only thing worse in her mind than the sad confused look Bradley was giving her.

By the time the day was finally over, she was so close to snapping, wound as taut as a bow. Even as she drove home, Phoenix was white-knuckling the steering wheel, trying to keep it together. Her only comfort was knowing what was waiting for her at home. The knowledge that she would finally be able to unwind with you.

The house smelled clean when she got home, and the soft light of candles and some lamps greeted her. She felt instant gratification stepping inside. The strain in her eyes relaxed for the first time since she woke up. After shucking off her shoes, she was moving further into the apartment, looking for you like a moth drawn to a flame.

You were humming, listening to some soft music in the kitchen, and Natasha didn't waste a moment to come up behind you and wrap her arms around your middle. Nuzzling her face into your back, she took a shaky shuddering breath. It only took a moment before you turn and wrap your arms around Natasha, holding her close.

Nat would spend all day step in step with the men around her. Yes, she was in a male-dominated profession, and she had to work twice as hard and prove twice as much as any of those fuckers. She never backed down an inch and always gave just as good as she got. However, being able to come home to you, having somewhere she could shed off that mask, was precious to her. It was a balm to her soul being held in your arms, letting her be as small and delicate as she wanted.

When you pull her hair out of her bun, she has to stop the whiny moan that almost falls from her lips. The relief of her scalp is enhanced when one of your hands tangles in her hair, gently scratching at the roots.

"Hi Tash," you say gently. Her hold on your hips tightens in response, and she shoves her face into your neck, placing a small kiss there. It only takes you a moment to pick up on her mood, and you ask, "What's wrong, baby?"

Natasha doesn't respond. Instead, she just whines and lightly bites your neck, peppering the spot with another small kiss. As she tries to dip lower to the neckline of your blouse, you stop her catching her chin and tilting her face to make her meet your eyes.

"Baby," You say again as your eyes roam her face. Natasha is momentarily distracted by how beautiful you are. Your eyes, your lips, the shape of your nose, it's too much, and the need to kiss you feels a bit overwhelming as you ask, "Did you have a bad day?"

Natasha nods a little pathetically before giving in to her wants, and she leans forward to catch your lips. She does not waste a moment. As soon as your mouth opens for her, she is greedily slipping in her tongue to taste you. Drawing the kiss out for as long as her lungs will allow, only giving up her efforts when you pull away from her. The loss makes Natasha feel like nearly crying, even as she pants, trying to recover her breath. However, it is enough to reassure her when you diligently start unbuttoning her shirt.

"Tell me about it?" You request as you slowly work the buttons open.

"People were touching my stuff all day. My normal parking spot was taken, and I didn't get to sit where I like to sit for this morning's briefing. Hangman put his grubby hands all over Bob. My WSO, my responsibility, my friend! And Rooster stole half my lunch. Now he is going to replace me with Payback, who was my friend first."

"Oh, Tash," you sigh sympathetically to her woes. "No one is replacing you, let alone Rooster."

"How do you know?" She whispers.

"Because you are wonderful, funny, smart, and irreplaceable. Also, because he texted me asking if you were okay and wants to come over and hang out this weekend."

"I don't want to hang out with him. He annoys me. He's just going to come over here and eat all my food and touch all my stuff."

"None of that's new, and you've always loved him anyway. Plus, he always steals half your lunch. That's why I pack extra," you remind her gently. When her shirt is unbuttoned, you start playing with the dog tags that are hanging off her neck, pulling them from her undershirt.

"Well, I didn't want to share," Natasha says, and she feels moments away from stamping her foot.

"Were you just extra hungry today?"

"No, but that doesn't mean other people can just take what's mine."

"I'm sorry people were touching your stuff. Can I help?" You ask tenderly. Natasha sometimes wonders why you bother asking when you already know what she wants. Maybe you just like to hear it from her.

"I want to feel good," Natasha whispers.

"You want to be my good little angel?" You ask her, and the sweet name makes her stomach flip. Just thinking about being good for you causes warmth to seep under her skin.

"I do," she confirms breathily.

"Good girl, Tash. Now can you get out the rest of this khaki by yourself?"

Natasha nods in affirmation, turning away from you to go to the bedroom. However, your hand catches her wrist, stopping her before she is gone. Her breath catches as you press her back into the free wall. Holding your gaze steadily as she can, Natasha's eyes keep falling back to your lips, though. It's clearly not lost on you as she watches your lips quirk up.

"Did I forget something?" Natasha worries.

"You're only going to touch what's yours tonight, Angel. Since you don't feel like sharing."

"No," Natasha whimpers, wondering how you could be so mean to her after all she went through today.

"Real no Natasha? Or are you just being my whiny angel?" You ask seriously.

"Just whiny, I'm sorry." She admits to you. You chuckle and shake your head at her.

"You're wasting time," you have to remind her after Natasha starts staring at you again. The reminder gets her moving toward the bedroom.

Once there, she strips her clothes, throws them in the hamper, and considers her options. She likes to feel pretty sometimes, strip off her sensible undergarments and wear something that is delicate lace with little to no support. Having no reason other than for your viewing pleasure to wear the items. As much as Natasha wanted to feel pretty tonight, she would rather feel comfy, so she finally settled on pulling out a pair of soft green boyshort style lacy panties. She forgoes a bra altogether and instead grabs one of your sleep shirts that was freshly washed but somehow still smelled like you.

After a quick rinse off in the shower and putting on some lotion, Natasha changes into what she picked out. Finally, she lays herself out on the bed for you trying to look as enticing as possible. Laying on her stomach so you will have the perfect view of her ass when you open the door. She hides her giddy smile in her hands, picturing your reaction. She isn't disappointed.

The sharp inhale of your breath when you open the door alerts her, and Phoenix props up on her elbow, half turning to look at you. Your lustful look has Natasha ginning and not even bothering to hide it before biting her lower lip.

"You are an absolute vision."

"Thank you," Natasha says, sitting up and turning so she is sitting on her calves. She parts her lips, waiting for you to come kiss her. However, your breath only teases her lips, and while you are close, you still don't kiss her. After waiting, she frowns and blinks at you in confusion.

"Angel, who's shirt is that?" You ask her in a measured, curious way.

"Yours," she says after a second of consideration.

Your hand lightly wraps around her neck at the answer, and staring into her eyes, you remind her, "Didn't I say you're only allowed to touch what's yours?"

"It was an accident."

"Okay, well, that was your reminder. Take off the shirt, Angel." You say but still haven't let go of her neck. Natasha frowns at you and furrows her brow in consideration. After a moment, she has a plan and gives you an innocent smile.

She slowly moves like she is going to take off the shirt. As she does, you release her neck and lean back to watch. Once she is free, Natasha relowers the shirt and tugs it as low as it will go so it strains against her shoulders. Smirking tauntingly up at you, she says, "I like this. I don't want to take it off."

"I'll make you," you warn her. She wants that, though, so she just grins and shrugs.

As you climb on the bed, Natasha is already scrambling away. However, you catch her ankle before she can get too far. This leads to a playful wrestle that ends with Natasha giggling, laying on her back, and you have caged her down with your knees on either side of her narrow hips.

She tries to wiggle away, but you hold her in place as you tug the shirt up over her head and arms before tossing it away. She reaches out to try and touch you, but you grab her wrists holding them together instead. It's a tight hold but not a cruel one with the soft kiss you place on the back of each palm.

"I know you had a hard day today and that people were touching things they shouldn't. All this pent-up stress isn't good for you, Angel. I'm going to help you feel better."

"I don't need help," Natasha snaps before she can think better, still feeling bratty.

She watches your face process her words. When you do, you release her wrists, letting them fall limply on the bed. After you ease yourself off of her. You take a moment to fold the shirt thrown aside in the playful tussle. Then you are pulling off your own clothes and head to the bathroom, not even paying Natasha another glance. Confused, she has to call your name twice before you give her attention again.

"Yes, Angel?" You ask, and Natasha is immediately reassured at hearing that name from you. She knew it was okay and that this was all still play.

"Where are you going?"

"I'm just getting ready for bed. You said you don't need my help. So go ahead, get yourself off so we can cuddle and go to sleep."

She doesn't like your answer and feels almost as if it's a trick. Not wanting to doubt it too much, she slips her fingers over her clit, giving it harsh strokes. The stimulation makes her feel aroused but nothing close to satisfied.

She tries for a few more minutes and then a few more after she notices you watching her from the doorway of the ensuite bathroom. You are wearing the shirt you pulled off of her as if it was the spoil of war, with nothing but your own panties on. Natasha slows to nearly a stop as she appreciates the curves and shape of your body.

When you realize her appreciation, you freeze for a moment and look away almost shyly, avoiding direct eye contact with her. The moment leaves Natasha stunned. She feels some of the stubbornness in her ease away. She likes knowing she has an effect on you, likes knowing that you enjoy how much she wants you.

You recover from Natasha's appreciation, but the pleased glow about you hasn't disappeared. Casually you ask while approaching the bed, "Are you close, Angel?"

"No, I'm not." She says, pulling her hands out of her panties in frustration, ready to give up. She knows her efforts are futile, and she might as well stop wasting her time. You catch her wrist and slowly suck her fingers clean. Natasha's breath catches at the sight, and she feels her own mouth drop open. Releasing her wrist, it falls limply to the bed, and she whispers, "I need help."

Your eyes are loving and sympathetic as you sigh affectionately, pushing back a strand of hair that had fallen onto her face. "My Angel needs a navigator, doesn't she? Don't worry, tonight with this at least, I can be your guidance system. Do you want that? Me in control telling you exactly what to do?"

Nodding along enthusiastically, Natasha lets go of the reins on her emotions she had been holding in so tightly all day. She didn't have to be in control right now. She knew she could give this orgasm to you, that it was your pleasure and responsibility to take care of. She didn't have to worry or think; all she had to do was feel and listen. So she says, "Yes, I want that."

"That's good," you say, opening the chest where y'all keep the toys. "Now, sit up and make some room, Angel."

Coming back with two of Natasha's favorite toys, a womanizer and a silicone purple vibrator. You set them to the side, but even the sight of them feels exciting for her. You settle against the pillows and headboard behind Natasha and trail your fingers along her shoulders. Once she adjusts to your touch, you suddenly start playing with her hair. Natasha eases back against you. How soft you feel behind her and the slight press of your nipples on her back has her sighing in happiness.

"Comfy?" you ask her, your breath tickling her ear you're so close. It sends shivers down her body, and she nods. And then you tell her, "Touch your tits, Angel."

Tracing her fingers up her own sides, Natasha shivers at the sensation. She immediately goes to roll her hardened nipples, and the moment her fingers touch them, your teeth bite at the back of her neck. The bite isn't too hard but so surprising that she yelps.

"I didn't say to touch there." You say in her ear. Whimpering, she is eager to follow your whispered instructions to softly caress all of the skin before finally being allowed to touch her hardened buds. Natasha's skin is so soft under her own fingers. It only ever feels this soft and supple when she is home with you. At home, Phoenix has her pick of the many lotions and oils you've gotten her. The way you take care to rub it on for the nights she is too tired to do it herself also gives a consistency she can't maintain away from you.

Her fingers have always had calluses from the years of nightly dedication to her viola, then a whole different set she got rowing. Even now, years later, when she doesn't do either activity as often, the marks persist. As they tease her nipples and drag across her skin, she finally can appreciate the marks and the extra sensation they bring to her.

"Pinch them harder," you breathe. Natasha instantly follows the command and squeezes harder, alternating between the sides as she does. Biting back a whimper, she pulls as well, adding to the sensation.

"That's perfect. You're doing so well." She can't fully hold back the sound she makes, and she feels you chuckle behind her. "It's okay. You can be as loud as you want. I want you to make noise and show me how good you feel."

"More please," she sighs.

"Okay, let's go back to soft touches now." She complies and starts just softly cupping her pert breasts. They have started to flush from stimulation, and she can't help but think your hands would look so much better than hers. The thought is interrupted by your next instruction. "Use a hand to touch over your panties. You picked such a pretty pair for me. This color of green makes you glow, even when it's as stained as it is right now."

Wondering how you know, Natasha opens her eyes and looks around. Looking to the left, she suddenly catches eyes with you in the mirror on the vanity in the corner. The mirror is not really for this purpose, normally lined up straight and flush with the wall. However, you had tilted it without her notice, and paired with the way you positioned her on the bed, you have managed to put Natasha on full display. Her legs have already fallen open, and she sees that you're right. The green has started to darken from her wetness. When you see that you have been caught staring at her, you softly kiss her neck. She can't help but whine and arch her neck, allowing you more access to kiss and suck.

"That feel good?" You ask her.

"So good," she whines when you bite, not hard enough to mark her but enough for her to feel it.

"That's right. I know what you like. So, touch that pretty pussy for me, Tash." She is more turned on than she has been all night. She slips her fingers under her panties and pushes past her clit to circle a finger around her entrance.

"What finger are you using?" You ask.

"My middle, just touching and teasing," Natasha describes while making another slow press at the shape of her hole but not pressing her finger in. "I'm so wet and hot."

"Take those off and give them to me," you order her. Wiggling and lifting her hips, Natasha manages to free herself of the item. Handing them to you, she more consciously turns her body towards the mirror, so you can really see her. She lets her knees fall wide open and arches to fully show off. The moan it draws from you feels like a reward, and the sound that you make sniffing the underwear before tossing it towards the laundry is enough that she nearly has to clench her thighs in need.

"Look how swollen and puffy you are, and you haven't even touched the toys." You groan with a hum in your chest. "We don't even need any toys, do we? Here I thought you were going to be difficult and stubborn for me, but all it takes is some encouragement, and you are already needy. Put a finger in now."

Natasha brings that same finger back and starts easing it into herself with a gentle hiss. It's not difficult and doesn't hurt, but there is always something about the initial intrusion in her body. Once it's fully inside her, she leaves it, only starting to slowly stroke her inner walls when you tell her to. The action warms her after a minute or so, and she feels herself getting wetter as the ache in her core increases.

Lifting the vibrator, you put it to Natasha's lips. She sucks into her mouth without hesitation, running her tongue around the toy and letting it muffle her groans as she adds a second finger at your command. When you pull the vibrator away from her mouth, a trail of spit connects her with the dark purple silicone. The whispered "fuck" you release makes up for the loss of having her mouth filled.

The toy disappears from her sight, but she hears you opening a bottle of lube. Part of Natasha thinks that it's a bit unnecessary. She is sufficiently wet now, her slickness audible as her fingers move in her. It's a muffled sound as you turn on the vibrator and hold it in front of her to take. You had set it to the lowest setting, and while Nat wants to complain, she doesn't.

"Inside please, Angel," you tell her sweetly before letting it go. Natasha replaces her fingers with the vibrator. A tingle spreads through her core as the low vibration echoes through her. Her breathing starts to come out in softer pants, and with the toy seated fully, she starts to subtly rock her hips against it.

"Fuck, listen to how wet and needy you are. I can hear it over the vibrator. Rub your clit, Angel. Use that same wet middle finger to tease yourself." Natasha likes how turned on you sound while telling her what to do.

"I'm so wet, all for you," she moans, pulling the vibrator out a little and fucking it back into herself slowly. Her finger dances over her clit, but not applying any real pressure. She is mostly just dragging from the wet seeping out of her hole up around the sensitive bundle of nerves and back down again.

"Good girl, you can turn up the vibrator now." In her rush to do as you say, she accidentally presses the buttons wrong. The toy shoots to a high setting, and she lets out a high-pitched groan. Natasha leaves it, deciding to wait out the adjustment with whimpered whines and circles on her clit. You give her encouragement while she does, kissing her neck and muttering dirty praise into her skin. The tickle of your breath on her neck has Natasha's skin starting to feel tighter and tighter, her arousal burning nearly too hot.

"Rub your clit harder."

"Please, I want to cum. Need to cum," Natasha begs, using her pointer finger as well as her middle to stimulate the pearl. Her earlier ministrations have made it so slick that there is no resistance to her movements. However, it's nearly too wet as her fingers can touch but never hard enough before they slip again.

"You're so fucking hot when you touch yourself. I've never seen anything prettier than your wet pussy. Except maybe your tits. And your nipples, they drive me insane, Tash. I think about sucking them all day. Someday I want to make you cum just from playing with them." Natasha moans at the idea and clenches around the vibrator pressing it tighter against her G spot. "You like that idea, don't you, Angel? Well, maybe next time we play. Now be good and keep touching yourself."

"I want that now, please. I can't. I can't do it." Natasha cries to you desperately. You shush her quietly and actually touch her for the first time in a while. It's not overly sexual but incredibly intimate as you soothingly rub down her arm and back up again.

"Yes, you can. You can have it whenever you're ready. There is no rush, Angel. Don't think about it too hard. It'll happen. You know it will. I'm right here."

Closing her eyes again, Natasha tries to just enjoy the sensations coursing through her, the way the vibrator pulses, and picking another harsh rhythm to work her clit to; however, none of it is enough. It's just bubbling hot at a simmer, but not enough for her to reach the eruption she needs.

"Wait, I just remembered something," Phoenix gasps.

"What did you remember?"

"You said I can only touch what's mine," she reminds you.

"That's right."

"And you're mine, aren't you?" Natasha asks. It's a moment where an unexpected insecurity creeps in, and she doesn't really know why she suddenly feels so small.

"Oh, Natasha. I'm yours and only yours." You tell her. Natasha can't stop the smile that lifts her lips. She pulls the vibrator out with a pitchy sigh and turns it off in the process. She sits up then, not caring about how much she is surely dripping on the sheets, as she turns to face you.

Her lips seek yours, and parting them open in an invitation for your tongue an instant later. When you dip your tongue in to taste her, she sucks on it, not wanting the appendage to leave her mouth. You obliged her, groaning and gripping the back of her neck, pulling her closer to deepen the kiss even more so.

When she does try and pull away, needing a gasp of air, you hold her close for a moment more. It's the tiniest denial of oxygen, which in the realities of Natasha's life means nothing compared to the intensive training and oxygen regulation she has had to practice. In this moment though, even the tease of it feels exciting, has her panting and kissing at your neck.

"No one else can have you. You're mine," Natasha says, biting at the skin underneath the collar of your shirt. The fabric prevents her teeth from sinking in too hard. The urge to bite you isn't fully satisfied though, so she tugs at the bottom of your shirt, pulling it off. You easily let her remove the fabric without resisting at all.

"That's right, Angel, and I am so thankful to have been picked by you."

Natasha kisses you again, pressing her body entirely against yours. It takes a moment of maneuvering, but with a lift of one of your legs and the help of some pillows, she finally has herself slotted as close to you as she can in this position. The angle isn't quite right, but the drag of your panties feels delicious when she grinds her hips down, and that's all that matters to her at the moment.

Continuing on like that, grinding and kissing, you slip your fingers into her hair, occasionally tugging it when she tries to kiss you for too long without taking a breath. The slight pull on her hair makes her grind into you harder.

"I want you to feel good, too," Natasha says, eventually resting her forehead against yours and staring intensely into your eyes.

"I feel very good right now, Angel," you reassure her. "Nothing makes me feel better than helping you, and I haven't quite done that yet have I?"

"No," Natasha says, bringing her hands up to start caressing your chest like you had instructed her to do on herself before. "Can I have more help, please?"

"Of course," you answer and reach for the abandoned womanizer toy that hasn't been touched yet. Natasha knows it will get her off. It's pretty much a fail-safe toy, sometimes too powerful. However, right now, it's not what she wants. So she stops you and reaches for the vibrator instead.

Leaving the toy off, Phoenix positions it so it's nestled between the gaps of your body, pressing deliciously into her clit and yours. She grinds her hips down, which presses the vibe harder into you; it has you both gasping. You fumble for a moment but manage to turn the vibrator back on to a low setting. As it buzzes to life, neither of you can keep quiet even as you start kissing sloppily once more.

Your hands settle on her hips to help her move. Getting closer to the edge, Natasha isn't doing much more than panting into your mouth and ignoring the shaking in her legs as she searches for pleasure. All while pathetically babbling to you, "So close, going to cum. Want to so bad."

"I know, Angel. I got you," you say. Then clicking the vibrator up to a higher setting, you urge Natasha to press as close into you as she can. She follows you easily, and then when you buck your hips up, jostling the toy between you, she shatters.

For a blissful moment, Natasha's brain goes blank. Her whole body shakes as her back arches. The only thing preventing her from falling backward on the bed is your hand still on her waist. She feels more sticky wetness gush from her. The high-pitched moans are beyond her control as she rides the aftershocks.

As her orgasm fades, she observes you through lidded eyes. Watching as you seek your own pleasure, you aren't frantic like she was, though. Lazily rubbing against the vibrator, occasional moans falling from your lips. Leaning forward again, she slumps against your chest and mouths kisses and bites at your neck.

Your arms wrap around her drawing her even closer and holding her tight. The way you hold Natasha always makes her feel so secure and safe. "I feel so good, thank you."

"Did I help, angel?"

"You always help," she whispers into your skin. The continued stimulation has started the build-up of a second orgasm for her. It feels much closer than her first. She doesn't make an effort to chase it this time, instead just enjoying the ride.

She can tell you are getting close with how you start clutching her a little more desperately, less conscious of your nails on her skin. You've had many conversations and laments about not being able to mark Phoenix the way you really want. Always aware of the third person her job acts as in your relationship. She finds the energy to grind with you again, and praise instantly falls from your lips.

"Yes, pretty girl. Fuck, you're so perfect. Just like that," you pant. Phoenix thinks she could do just about anything when you call her pretty.

"Can I help?" She asks you, breathing the question in your ear and then gently sucking underneath it.

"I'm already right there," you warn her.

Working her hand down, she pushes your panties to the side so the wet vibrator can make direct contact with your clit. Natasha's juices and the lube mix with your own helping the toy move easier. One of your hands falls to her thigh, pushing it wider open to try and get your cunts closer together.

Natasha swallows each sound you make, kissing you sloppily. It's a matter of time then for both of you. When you pull away from Natasha's lips, you suck in a few sharp breaths, then cry out and cumming hard. The sounds you make nearly had her cumming for a second time. She can feel it right there but isn't sure what to do to push herself over.

You know what she needs, though, just like you always do. Cupping her chest, you sharply pinch her nipples, and she is falling apart again. Natasha crests the wave of her orgasm, but it just doesn't stop. She whines and shakes, trying to come back down from the high, but her body won't let her. A few tears fall from her eyes as squeaking cries continue in gasps from her. Even for several seconds after you move the vibrator away, her hips continue to rock.

Natasha isn't much more than limp and still occasionally twitching when you untangle her from being wrapped around you. Laying her out on the bed, you pull her close to cuddle with you.

After several quiet minutes where you're whispering to her and softly petting all of her available skin, the random twitching of sensitivity and pleasure finally seems to come to an end. Another few minutes after that until she feels coherent.

Once you notice she is with you again, you push back her hair and trace the features of her face softly. "Do you feel better, Angel?"

"I do feel better. Thank you, don't know what I would do without you."

"That makes two of us. I would be lost without you."

"I love you."

"I love you too, Natasha."

"You're mine, and no one else can touch you." She reminds you. It has no real weight as she is still lying boneless and practically purring while leaning into the soft touches you're giving her.

"I am," you easily agree. "Only yours, baby. You don't have to worry."

"Never leave me."

"I won't. I'm yours, and I only want to be yours always," You say, pressing soft kisses all over her.

After changing the sheets and only eating because you insist she needs to, Natasha doesn't feel anything other than reassured and happy as she snuggles into you and falls asleep that night. She knew you were exactly what she needed to finally unwind, and you hadn't disappointed her. When the relaxation in her body paired with the warmth of yours eased her into dreamland, the only thing she could think about was how lucky she was going to be waking up in the same bed as you.

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spiralwriting · 4 months

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Promises

(look at me being productive, woo hoo)

Promises should never be broken.

Despite the knots that tightened sickeningly in my stomach and the salty river that threatened to spill from my eyes with each passing second, that sentiment circled my brain, flashing like a neon sign.

No matter how much it hurt.

No matter how much I wish I could be anywhere but here.

A promise is a promise, no matter the pain it causes.

So in spite of the dread settling in my heart, I face the man I've come to visit- the man I promised to visit.

This is far from the first time I've sat on this decrepit old chair across from the equally uncared for table, but the white hot glare it reflects never ceases to scolded my eyes; exposing them to the ugly truth of the situation. A Truth I'd trade for anything: a miracle perhaps. A miracle I'd use to travel back in time, one I'd use to prevent this all from happening. How? I don't know, but I'm sure I'd find a way.

If only I had the chance.

Today is particularly grim, so grim in fact that I wish I hadn't even bothered rolling out of bed this morning. Although, I wouldn't miss today for the world, even if it causes me unparalleled amounts of agony.

I can't miss today, it might be my last opportunity to say goodbye, because I don't think I can bring myself to come back and face him if things don't end up going well.

"You didn't have to come today..." His voice, soft, yet tense. "I know this must be hard for you..." he feels it too, the pressure in the room.

Sighing, I shake my head, "No matter how I feel, today is important. I want to be here for you before shit goes down."

This afternoon, the final trial, the verdict. It's terrifying, but it's unavoidable. The gang has been together through thick and thin, today is no different. Currently, there have been no hints towards what might happen, so it's completely up in the air, which makes it that much more unnerving. Ashley is supposed to be giving a statement to the court, which is interesting, seeing as nobody had asked any of us to do so.

"Well I'm glad you're here," a small, feble smile spreads across his scarred face "I will admit, I was really happy when the guard told me you did end up coming."

I can't help the smile that creeps onto my face, knowing that I made his day a little brighter during this bleak time. "Good news for you then, I'm not going anywhere, love."

A yawn suddenly overtakes that smile, drowsiness swallowing my body. "You look exhausted," concern shadows his face "you haven't been sleeping right again, have you?"

I run a hand through my hair, averting my gaze to look at the dull concrete walls of the room instead of his rather unimpressed expression.

"Don't worry about it, just a couple of late nights." My eyes return to meet his, but he doesn't seem convinced.

"Mmhmm."

I can't help but laugh bitterly at his disbelief. I'm aware that he knows me far too well to fall for that blatant lie, and he knows it to.

"Let's be real here, the words 'sleep schedule' haven't been in my vocabulary since I was 12 and they released clumpy."

From the serious look on his face, he didn't appear to like my joke too much. "Has this whole thing been stressing you out? It's okay if it has, i understand that but it shouldn't stop you from functioning. You still need to take care of yourself-"

"Relax! It's nothing to do with this, it's just work n' shit." Lier.

"Are you sure?"

"Positive."

He sighs in defeat, wether he believes me or not, he doesn't push further. "How have you been anyways? Up to anything interesting?"

I think for a moment, resting my head lazily in my hand, whilst the other traces imaginary shapes across the fridgid table. "No, not really. Life's been pretty boring since we lost most of the group." My eyes narrow "I spend most of my time working now, trying to get enough money to get myself a place." Head shifting to look at him once again, my hand stops and relaxes. "When I'm not working my ass off, I'm usually here." Or drinking my life away in the dark abis my room.

He sits back in his chair, tilting his head slightly, something I've always loved about him, even now, it's so... Cute. "When's the last time you spoke to ash?"

Mirroring his actions, my face falls in distain. "Not recently, that's for sure. I've talked to her about all this, but she's certain none of it is real, that were just deluded by childhood fantasies." A scoff falls from my mouth "So I haven't bothered with her."

"I know it's frustrating, she's expressed the same feelings towards me when she's been here, but you can't isolate yourself like this." He moves forward, holding his chained hand out for mine. I oblige. "You're gonna end up alone, and that's not what you deserve."

My grip on his hands tighten as I attempt to conceal my frustration, "I know, I don't want to end up alone, it's just so... Ugh!" Ripping my hands from his own, I rub my face, aggravated "I just don't understand how after everything she still doesn't believe us. After Larry, after Todd, after..." My gaze falters and falls to the table "... You."

"Her friends are getting hurt, and I don't understand how she just doesn't care." I burry my face in my hands.

After everything we've been through together, her complete disregard for anything I, or anyone else has to say, is pushing me to the edge. I know I'm not insane, despite what she might think.

"Don't say that," guilt consumes me at the somber tone of his voice "she does care, in her own way, she just... doesn't understand. She's still out friend, remember that."

I peek at him through my fingers, he's leaned forward again, brows knitted together and sad look in his eyes. He's hurt by her disbelief, I can see it, but like always, he sees the best in her, like he does with everyone. Like he did with me. He's so sweet, so kind, and I'm once again brought back to how. How could this happen? I believe him when he says he had no choice, but why. Why sal? Why the most genuine, most loving man on this earth? It's not fair.

But when has life ever been fair to him?

My head falls forward, hands dropping and hair covering my shameful face, "Yeah, sorry, you're right. I'm just frustrated, you know? It's hard to understand where she's coming from but... She probably feels the same way, huh?"

"Yeah, she does. Can't blame her, she was never as involved as we were in the cult."

The guilt falls away with the force of a waterfall, replaced with uncontrollable rage at the mention of the cult. They caused all of this. I haven't thought about, nor touched anything to do with it since the incident. Why would I when all it does it cause harm and heartache to those who get involved? As soon as this whole thing is over, I don't plan on sticking around long.

"Alright Mr. Fisher, times up." A guard saunters lazily into the room, looking at a sheet of paper. "you've got an appointment with Dr. Enon before your trial."

Blankly, I stare at the man that interrupted our conversation. The world around me begins to dissolve as I realise the time that approaches.

I rise to my feet, legs feeling numb, and as if I could collapse at any moment. My steps feel staggered as I make my way out of the melancholy room. In contrast to the dull, lifeless room I previously sat in, the seemingly endless halls are pristine, bright and somewhat less depressing. Though, it still feels devoid of life.

My body turns and takes a step forward towards sal.

"I'll see you in the court room, okay?" My hands caress his mask, fingers running smoothly across his scruffy hair. Guiding his face up, I lay the ghost of a kiss on his forehead, keeping it there for a moment. "I love you, Sal." A whisper, a secret, a promise, only for us to hear.

A relaxed exhale releases loudly through the holes of his prosthetic, head leaning against my chin slightly. "I love you too..."

"Come on, let's go!"

I glare at the guard overtop of the mop of messy blue hair, releasing his face and taking a miniscule step backwards. A smile sits painfully along my face as we say our farewells and I watch him turn and make his way down the hall.

I stand there for what feels like hours before he finally rounds a corner.

My face falls.

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wolfmadefromash · 15 days

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Thought on 7x05

I've seen a mixed response for the episode last night, things from the shared photos not playing out how many hoped or wanted. There was the photo of Eddie and Marisol sitting at the table at the end of the row from Tommy and Buck, making it really look like he was there for more of their date than he was. The photos we got of Buck and Eddie the gym and in Buck's apartment, the expectation was different there too.

I didn't think for one second that there was a chance for there to be a Buddie kiss in the episode, I can understand were people were coming from with that though. The theory of Eddie being jealous when he finds about about the date and that has him realizing he has feelings for Buck makes sense. But I prefer the way it played out, even if I do still very much ship Buddie.

The date was just... oh man so bad, Buck was a disaster but it also makes sense. This is new for him, he doesn't exactly understand his role or how he should act. It hasn't caught up to him really that it doesn't have to be any different than dating a women, just relax and talk and enjoy the company. His biggest mistake was acting the way he did when Eddie showed up, I get that he's not out to anyone yet but Eddie was there with his girlfriend and just happy to see his too friends hanging out. Buck talking about getting chicks and calling Eddie bro was a bigger red flag than if he were to have been waving the literal bi flag in Eddie face. I mean... come on dude, you've literally never once uttered the word chicks and you haven't been one for bar hopping and picking up randoms since before you even met Eddie. That's Buck 1.0 behavior and Eddie doesn't know that Buck. He's stressed and he panicked, so I get it but... sir... no. Tommy bailing on the rest of the night, while is sucks that that's how Buck "first date with a dude" (pro tip Ev, maybe don't call your date dude) ended, I understand Tommy's side. He was kind about, looked like he felt bad. I do with that he explained that is was more him not wanting Buck to feel pressured to make steps before he was ready, rather then telling him at the end of the episode when they meet for coffee.

I was almost heartbroken for Hen and Karen, finding out that the little girl they were supposed to foster was going to stay with her grandmother. I was so excited to see them welcoming in a baby girl after the struggles they day with fertility and having to let go of Nia (truly a crime because that little girl was so cute and I miss her). I love that they're giving Mara this chance to find peace with a new family after what that poor girl went through. I know some aren't happy with Karen's reaction over Denny getting hurt, especially when Denny was standing up for Mara himself telling them she didn't mean it. But Karen's first priority as a mother is her own child, and while the intent is for Mara to fit that role eventually, she's still new and now she's harmed her son. In that moment, it didn't matter that Mara clearly went through something traumatic in her life and that she needed time and care. He son was hurt and Karen was going to do what she needed to keep him safe. I am glad that they made the extra effort to learn more about Mara's situation, kind of feels like the sort of thing they should have been told before but they weren't. Mara's story will be complex and heartbreaking I'm sure, but I do hope that she is here to stay because that little girl deserves to feel safe and protected and loved.

I loved Buck's coming out to Maddie, literally accidentally just because he kind of got carried away with the story, saying "he left me stand outside the restaurant" after having been very careful to be as vague as possible when talking about the date. The little slip of the pronoun of course didn't go unnoticed by Maddie and she zeros right in on it. Buck not understanding why he acted the way he did, still under the assumption that his shouldn't have mattered who he was with, because he's an ally. Except, you can be an ally then find that you're more than that and it can still be confusing because its new. Buck lying to Eddie about what he and Tommy were actually doing doesn't make him less of an ally or make him any less bisexual. It was unexpected to see Eddie, he wasn't out to anyone yet, he was even resistant to come out to Maddie but he need to talk to someone about how he acted. So Maddie's right, him being on a date with a guy probably has everything to do with him lying to Eddie and really hurting Tommy in the process. Maddie's reaction to Buck saying "sure I'll check out a hot guys ass, but that's normal"... she's amazing for just sort of letting it go and mildly agreeing. "It's not abnormal" but not exactly normal either. Most straight men are out here checking out a hot guys ass. They might look and compare or something but it's not really that they're checking it out and they're certainly not acknowledging that the guy is hot. I love Buck's coming out journey so far, he's a gem.

Eddie's Catholic Guilt... is amazing. His reaction to Marisol almost being a nun feels like a bit much to me, almost like he's repressing something... Also, dude why are you asking her to move in with you??? Thank god she didn't have plans to sell her house so she can go back there, honestly the fact that she wasn't selling the house was a sign that the move or relationship wasn't going to last. With the news that Marisol was almost a nun, thought I'd seen it floating around for a few week not knowing where that came from, it's given me a theory for the break-up; not even a unique theory because I think we're all thinking the same thing. Marisol obviously still has a connection to her faith, she's kept things from her time doing... whatever it is nuns do to be come nuns. She'd likely a devout Catholic and we know how most (if not all) feel about the LGBTQIA+ community. I'm thinking that Tommy and Buck are talked about in some capacity and she learns that they're dating, or she sees them at the Madney wedding. She shares her thoughts with Eddie, maybe not as ugly as they could be because lets let us have some peace from that in one area of our life, and he'd appalled. Because Tommy's he's friend and he's great and Buck's his best friend and has been helping him raise Christopher for years now. Who they're dating doesn't change how great they are, Eddie's not going to just turn his back on his friends. So they break up because Marisol sucks. The only reason I don't fully believe it'll happen this way is because of the actresses current reputation and her apparent views towards the LGBTQIA+ community. But... art imitates life and all that...

Also, love the idea of Demi Eddie and it feels like it really fits.

Eddie being more hung up or surprised by the fact that Tommy's gay, rather then his best friend who's he's know for like 6 years now was just on a date with a man is amazing to me. For one, it feed into this head canon that everyone kind of already knew. And two, it just reaffirms that to Eddie it doesn't matter. Buck is Buck, Eddie will be there for him no matter what. I did was some level of something more there, some sort of tension or hurt between the two. A touch of the divorce era without it being full blown no contact for 2 episodes. I wanted Eddie coming into the loft after having found out Buck and Tommy were on a date from someone that wasn't Buck. Maybe Marisol saying something about thinking they were crashing their date. I wanted Eddie asking Buck why he thought he couldn't trust him with this, why he felt like he couldn't open up to him, why he doubted that he would support him. Throw in a call back to season 5 when Buck broke down Eddie's bedroom door to get to him when he was crying on the floor, arguably Eddie's most vulnerable moment. The kind of moment you share with someone and know you can be 100% you with them. But the whole coming out scene was very lovely and I am happy that Buck experience so far with the people he's told has been incredibly positive. I know this isn't how it is for far too many.

I loved the little coffee date(?) with Buck and Tommy. I love that is was Eddie who encouraged Buck to call Tommy and the Buck is really willing to take this leap into the unknown. Everything about this scene is so soft and sweet, Buck is very clearly infatuated with Tommy at the very least, and Tommy is so gentle and kind. I don't know that there would be a better first boyfriend for Buck than Tommy. Again, I still very much ship Buddie, but there is something about Buck and Tommy that I love.

As much as I want Eddie and Buck together, I am a bit of a realist or more negative thinker lol I mean I was very much under the impression that Buck would never be canonically Bi even if he always gave vibes that I couldn't begin to explain. It something that I thought "it'd be nice, but it'll never happy. At least there's fan fiction." But here were are, 5 episode into setons 7 on a new network and Buck is kissing boys and dating dudes. It's a big moment, taking a character like Buck who's part of the main cast and allowing him to be queer in any way, it can also be a big risk to take. But ABC and Tim Minear did it, Oliver himself has said that he saw this being a direction for Buck for some time and he was more than open to explore it. Tim Minear has never out right said no to Buddie, at least in recent conversations. Ryan and Oliver haven't said no ever, they've always been noncommittal about the direction of Eddie and Buck's relationship. But more recently... it seems like they're keeping the door open a crack to allow for speculation to run wild. Dropping hints and clues. It seems to me that it's unlikely that they'll give Eddie a queer story arc, seems like too big of a leap for any network like ABC to take at least while they're already exploring one character. I want to say I truly believe that we'll get Buddie eventually, but I really can't put too much hope or faith in that. I will be thrilled if they do, genuinely.

I rambled... it happens. Not often but these last few episodes were a lot to reflect on. I'm loving Buck's story, loving that he's in his 30's and going through this now at a time where people think you should have you're life figured out. I love this because it just makes me feel some much better about my own journey. I'm in my 30's, only in the last year or 2 have I even had any thoughts about my own sexuality really. I'm not a very confident person, I have body image issues, not the most out going and I don't love talking to new people. I haven't given myself the opportunity to really explore. But I have thought recently about how I would feel about a relationship with someone of the same gender and came to the conclusion that I'm not put off by the idea, I'm very much open to it. I haven't figured out a label that feels right yet but I'm fine with no label at all. I just hate the idea of being closed off to something that could be potentially amazing, who a person is should matter more than what they are. Labels can be so restrictive but I understand that is makes some feel secure and feel like they're a part of something bigger.

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lucy90712 · 7 months

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Pablo Gavi- Teach me

A/n: I know Gavi didn’t play in the second leg against Man Utd but let’s just pretend he did

wc: 2.3k

Today has just been one of those days everything has just not gone my way. This morning the shower in my room at university didn't work and since I've dropped seemingly everything I've picked up and I just can't figure out how to start my next assignment. In hopes to clear my mind I decided to go for a walk as usually that helps me sort my head out and get myself back in a good mind set. My walk was really nice for a while until I got into the town which was heaving with people. Usually it's busy but today it was just manic which was making me more stressed than I was before I left.

Once I got a bit further I realised that I came out not too long before Manchester United play Barcelona in the europa league. Had I known the game was on I would never have come this way as usually I avoid going anywhere near the stadium on game days as it gets so busy but now I'm committed to going this way I will just have to deal with it. The last time I accidentally came near the stadium on a game day when I first moved here I found a back road that was a lot more quiet so I made my way through the crowds until I found the street. The street goes around the back of the stadium which is why it's so quiet but I like it as it gave me my chance to relax like I wanted.

While walking I took my phone out of my coat pocket to change the song playing in my ears as it wasn't one I was feeling at the moment. Just as I looked down at my phone it was like I walked into a wall and all of a sudden I nearly fell backwards and my phone went crashing to the floor. It was clear to me that to top my bad day off I'd just walked into someone. I almost didn't want to look up and see the person who was probably going to yell at me but I did anyway. When I did look up I nearly fell over again as my eyes were met with probably the most attractive guy I've ever met so I cursed myself even more. The guy bent down and picked up my phone handing it back to me so I could see that it was completely smashed but luckily it still worked.

"I'm so sorry I wasn't paying attention to where I was going are you ok" I apologised

"I-it's ok" the guy replied with a very thick Spanish accent

"Are you ok?" He asked

"I'm fine but my phone not so much" I joked trying to make light of the situation

The guy laughed before signalling for someone else nearby to come over who he talked to in what I assume was Spanish while I just watched. I wasn't really sure if I was supposed to keep standing there but I did anyway as it's not like I understood what they were saying. To me it sounded like they were arguing but eventually they stopped talking and the other guy turned to face me.

"Hey I'm Ferran and this is Pablo he wants to invite you to watch the game later but he doesn't know how to say it" Ferran said

"It's nice to meet you both I'm y/n, I'd love to come to the game but only if it's no trouble I've already caused enough problems here today" I said

"It's not problem at all Pablo here would love to have you watch" Ferran said

"Then I'd love to" I replied

After agreeing to go to the game Pablo ran off and went to talk to someone else and when he came back he handed me a ticket to the game which when I glanced at seemed to be a vip ticket. He then managed to ask me to meet him after the game and Ferran told me just to show my ticket and give the security my name and they would let me in. With that they both ran off towards the stadium and I was left completely shocked and confused as to what just happened. It felt like a fever dream but it was definitely real life and now I had about an hour and a half before I was supposed to be going to a football game. Luckily that is enough time to go home and get changed and hopefully do some research on this game as I know very little about football.

Gavi's POV

Before any game I go through the same routine but tonight that routine has gone out the window. On the way into the stadium someone walked into me which usually would be a bit annoying but I would just move on but when I looked at who walked into me I saw the most beautiful girl I've ever seen. In that moment I decided that I couldn't just let her leave for me never to see her again so I invited her to the game or well Ferran did as I didn't know how to say it in English. The fact that I couldn't talk to her is exactly why my routine has changed as I need to learn as much English as possible before I see her after the game.

Most of the guys only speak Spanish but some have played over here and know some English so I begged them to teach me some English. Of course everyone laughed at me that all it took was a girl to finally make me learn English but eventually they agreed to help me after I told them she would be coming to the game later. To start with they were teaching me things that I won't be using later and I know not to use them as they were giggling as they taught me the words which means they are things that will either make me look like a weirdo or make her hate me. Once they had their fun they started to take things seriously and taught me basic sentences to use. it was hard to learn a language so quickly but I wrote some of them down on my phone just in case I forget. Even during warm up I kept practicing to make sure I don't make a fool of myself.

Instead of focusing on the game like I should be during warm up I also looked around the stadium to see if y/n had actually turned up. I mean I wouldn't blame her if she didn't show up as she clearly didn't know who I was so to her it was just some random guy inviting her to a game. As warm up went on I was starting to think she wouldn't show up when I couldn't see her but right before we went back down the tunnel I saw her walk in and start looking around. Knowing she actually came gave me even more motivation to win this game and impress her.

Your POV

I pretty much ran home to put on a nicer outfit before heading straight back out to go to the stadium. I have never been to a football match before mainly because I don't have much of an interest in the sport but when you get invited to a game by a very attractive guy you just have to go so that's exactly what I did. On my walk back to the stadium I tried looking up a bit about the game and I found out that it's the second leg of this game and that currently the score is 2-2 draw which means either team has a chance of making it. Living in Manchester I know a bit about the united team but I know next to nothing about Barcelona so I focused my search on them.

When looking at the Barcelona players I almost dropped my phone out of pure shock. Right in front of me listed as one of the players was Pablo and Ferran. When I googled him I only got more flustered as he is my age and has already played in the World Cup and won trophies for how talented he is. All of a sudden I felt really stupid that I'd just so casually spoken to such a famous footballer without having any clue who he was. As much as it's embarrassing I clearly didn't make an awful impression as he still invited me to watch the game so I need to put it behind me and just try not to make more of a fool of myself.

It took me forever to find the entrance I was supposed to go in once I made it to the stadium but eventually I found my way into the stadium but then I had to find my seat which involved a lot of walking back and forth but once I reached the right section it was easy to find my seat. As I sat down I noticed the players heading back in from the pitch from what I assume was their warm up. I didn't see Pablo but I knew he would have been out there as he was named in the starting line up. With the few minutes I had before the match started I spent my time trying to use google translate to learn a bit of Spanish as Pablo only speaks Spanish so I want to be able to talk to him after the game. Of course I know that everything might not be incredibly accurate but anything is better than nothing and I'm sure he will understand most of what I say.

Soon enough the game started and Barcelona got off to a great start by scoring a penalty putting them ahead overall. The first half ended with the same score but once the second half kicked off it only took a few minutes for Manchester United to score making things level again. From then the match was hard to watch as Barcelona were really struggling and eventually the inevitable happened Man Utd scored their second goal putting them ahead with about 15 minutes left. I really hoped that Barcelona could bring it back but they just couldn't get close enough and the game ended with Man Utd making it through to the next round and Barcelona being left disappointed. As much as I'd only been invested in this matched for a few hours I still felt awful for the whole team but especially Pablo as I could see the disappointment on his face from my seat.

I stayed sat in the stands for a few minutes deciding whether Pablo would even want to still see me after the game but in the end I just decided to go for it as if I don't I'm never going to see him again and if things go wrong then the same applies. Heading through the stadium and to the areas that most people will never see felt so wrong but I kept going until some security stopped me so I did what Ferran told me to do and they let me right through and even told me where to go. It felt so weird to be walking down the tunnel with loads of players standing around I just felt so out of place as I'm just a normal university student that has nothing to do with football whatsoever. I stood outside of the away teams locker room looking at my home until someone spoke to me which nearly made me jump out of my skin.

"Hey" Pablo said

"Hi I'm sorry you lost you played really well though" I said

"Thank you" he replied

He seemed to have learnt some English as he was able to ask me some questions as we got to know each other a bit while just stood in the hallway. I expected him to be quite full of himself as he's an attractive famous footballer but he was so down to earth and incredibly sweet that I kind of forgot who I was talking to. I was surprised after earlier that he was able to speak quite well on occasion we had a bit of trouble but google translate helped with that. At some point he had to head back to the hotel but before leaving he asked for my number and asked me if I would join him for breakfast in the morning before he leaves. Of course I agreed but once I was alone again I wondered how I managed to get myself into this situation.

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"I can't believe you made everyone teach you English just so you could speak to me" I laughed

"Well what else was I supposed to do you were way too beautiful for me to just let you go I had to do something" Pablo defended himself

"It was worth it though wasn't it?" He asked

"Oh definitely I'll forever be grateful to your teammates for helping you talk to me because now I have the best husband in the world" I said

"And I have an even better wife" he said trying to make me blush and succeeding

So much has changed since the day we first met and honestly I'm not sure I know how it all happened but I'm incredibly grateful that it did. Since meeting Pablo my life has only gotten better everyday and now that we are married I couldn't be happier. The road to get here wasn't easy but we have gone through it all together and I hope we will continue to do so for the rest of our lives.

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tetsutits · 2 years

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smut prompt 24 + Hinata

anon,,, what have you done to me omg :,) thank you for sending this in! i got a lil carried away hehe

☆ hinata shoyou x fem!reader. mdni!!

☆ cw; unedited! characters are aged up, established relationship, slight nipple play + exhibitionism, hinata is called babe one (1) time, reader is wearing a bikini, let me know if i missed anything!

☆ wc; less than 500. from this prompt list!

"sho, do you mind putting sunscreen on my back?"

hinata peeks at you through his sunglasses, the bright sun of the beach beaming down at his face; sweat beads at his forehead—the result of sitting under the blazing heat for too long, "of course! c'mere," he smiles.

he pats the space in between his thighs where he's laying on the tanning bed—legs spread far out. as you make your way to him—you can't help but notice the outline of his muscles shimmering with a thin layer of sweat, his body sculpted to perfection, with years and years worth of training in the V-League.

you sit with your back facing his chest, legs caging you in between him. the sound of the cap of the sunscreen bottle opening and closing and he starts rubbing the cream over the expanse of your back, making sure to massage your shoulders in the process, skilled fingers kneading into your skin.

ever since shoyou's volleyball season has ended, he decided that it would be a great idea to take you on a vacation. the stress from work building up and noticing that you two haven't been spending much time together as of late—he wanted to plan something special.

and that's how you ended up here—on a sunny beach in brazil, enjoying the company of your boyfriend as he shows you around the country; the best brunch spots, the perfect places for hiking, and the prettiest beaches you've ever seen in your life.

"you done, babe?" you ask as you turn to look at him—but his eyes are focused elsewhere.

you've seen how he's been eyeing you all day, itching to grab you and touch you how he likes, wanting to put his arms around you every chance he gets.

"hmm...not really," he replies, avoiding your eyes, but you see the corners of his lips slowly curl upwards, pink dusting his cheeks. you could imagine the gears turning in his head, he's up to something.

you feel his long, calloused fingers toy with the string on the side of your bikini bottoms, slipping them under the thin fabric, caressing the skin. he brings his face to the crook of your neck—inhaling deeply, lips trailing up and down the soft skin of your jaw.

"sho—," you whine, finally understanding what his intentions are, "what are you doing?"

he laughs, completel innocent compared to his wandering hands all over your body, "nothing! nothing, really—just relax," he grins mischievously.

he suddenly pulls you back straight into his broad chest, wrapping his long arms around your waist, ignoring the sharp gasp you let out, "shhh, do you trust me?" he whispers into your ear.

you nod, swallowing down any doubts or fears you have—trying to ignore the nosy gazes of the people around you.

his palm comes up to shamelessly grope at one of your tits, pinching and tugging at your overly-sensitive nipples through the thin fabric of your top.

bringing a nearby towel to cover the bottom half of your body, his slender fingers make their way down to your panties, "I could just pull your bikini bottoms to the side, no one will notice." his hot breath tickles shell of your ear, and as much as you want to deny him, all common sense leaves your body and you give in to your boyfriend and his dirty desires.

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vanadisvalentine · 1 year

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It's All About the Bees, Baby

Well, now that I'm done crying and laughing and screaming, I can finally take a moment to relax and put all of my thoughts about today's episode in one place. Full disclosure that I'm not going to be talking about fandom drama or anything because I have negative interest in engaging with that sort of discussion. This post is about what the bees mean to me and to others, as well as why the big scene today was so beautiful.

To start off on a personal note, I've been watching RWBY since I was twelve, so coming up on a decade now. I remember seeing a ton of fanart and memes for volume one as it was airing and decided to give it a shot a few weeks before volume two started airing. I dropped it in the first episode because the sound mixing was awful (apparently I've always been an audio snob), but decided to give it another go based on the recommendation of one of my long time friends, and that was when I realized it was basically the perfect show for little twelve year old Valentine. Great character designs, awesome music, I dug the humor, but more than anything, there was a particular character who I could not get out of my head.

Yang Xiao Long.

Yang is still to this day very much my type. Brash, bold, boisterous, blonde, brawler. I have loved this girl since the day I first laid eyes on her and I will love her to the day I die. As you can probably guess, being twelve years old is often a pretty rough period in a baby sapphic's life. I knew I liked girls, but outwardly admitting it to myself was something that took a long time, and Yang sort of galvanized that process, which really kicked off after Burning the Candle aired.

This is the moment that made me go "Oh. Oh, she's like me, isn't she?"

And it was all downhill from there.

I don't think I need to stress how prevalent shipping is in the RWBY fandom. For a show that doesn't focus much on romance (there are romantic relationships in the show that get significant attention and one of those ships was sunk six volumes ago), it might be one of the most notable aspects of the fandom. If two characters exist, even if one of them was dead before the series even started, there's a good chance there's a ship name for them...be they family or not. Looking at you, Enabler. That being said, Bumbleby--great ship name by the way, you guys--has been the most prominent basically since the start, with White Rose/Ice Flower following closely behind. This isn't really surprising. They're half of the main four girls and Blake specifically went out of her way to choose Yang as her partner, so them becoming a popular ship is a no-brainer, but the reasons as to why it's truly something special didn't become clear until the audience had learned more about these two as characters. Their backstories, what they strive towards, what motivates them, what scares them, all of that. They might seem like oil and water at first glance, but really, they're made for each other.

Alright, let's head in another direction before this just turns into a post about what makes their relationship great. Bumbleby is a relationship that is important to people for a lot of reasons, chief among those reasons being that people see themselves in these girls who have been through so much, both together and separately.

Blake Belladonna is, for all intents and purposes, an abuse victim, something that is unfortunately all too common (especially among the queer community). She managed to escape that relationship for a time and found family in her team, but her relationship with Yang has always taken center stage. I don't think it's lost on most Bumbleby fans that on the surface, Yang and Adam are similar. Semblances aside, they're both prone to bouts of anger, but one of the (many) differences between the two is while Adam was attracted to Blake for what he wants her to be--another violent revolutionary to take on the world with him--Yang likes Blake for who she is. She cares about her, truly, evident by the fact that she's the one who knocks Blake out of her self-destructive spiral in volume two. For so many victims of abuse, the notion of finding someone who will love you for you and won't treat you the way your last partner did is almost like a fairy tale, so to see Blake move on from Adam and overcome her trauma with Yang by her side resonates with a lot of people.

On the other side of things, there's Yang. She has abandonment issues, of course, which is something that doesn't really mesh well with Blake "My Problems Can't Hurt Me If I Just Run From Them" Belladonna. Come on, her semblance literally leaves behind copies of herself to take damage for her, but the show spells it out for you during Mountain Glenn, so you don't need my analysis here. The difference between Blake and Raven, though, is that Blake came back. Because she cares, and even if she made a mistake, she tries so hard to make it up to Yang. For a lot of people who have been abandoned or tossed aside in their lives, seeing someone who left a loved one behind not only come back for them but earnestly try and make amends is moving because it's something they think they'll never have, or it's something they've longed for but never got.

Now, onto the big scene from today's episode, Confessions Within Cumulonimbus Clouds. First of all, the fact that the Ever After itself said "You two have been making goo-goo eyes at each other since forever, go and work it out"? Gorgeous. Beautiful. You love to see it. What's nice about the framing of the scene is that Blake and Yang are put into a situation where in order to progress, they have to...well, progress. "Take the next step", which is to, of course, confess already. And how do they take those steps? They have to open up, say how it is they truly feel about each other instead of awkwardly flirting and making Weiss want to pull her hair out. And the more they progress, the more solid the rickety bridge becomes, symbolizing that they're getting closer and closer to finally clicking.

Even then, there's a contrast between the two of them. Blake, while nervous, is ready to take the next step. She's ready to finally say what they've needed to say to each other for ages. Yang, though? She's scared. Scared that she'll mess it up, scared that Blake won't feel the same, scared that she'll fall.

But in the end, even if she's nervous, she knows it's Blake. Her best friend, her partner, her soulmate. And Blake urges her to say it, and it's the push she needs to take that next step.

Part of what makes this scene so special to so many people is that when it comes to fandom and queer shipping, so much of it is implicit. Even for something that is obviously gay, like Madoka Magica, Homura never says that she is romantically in love with Madoka, and the unfortunate reality is that without that, queer relationships are often just written off as bait. Hell, just this last season of anime we were given The Magical Revolution of the Reincarnated Princess and the Genius Young Lady, a show that was commonly called bait even though the main characters makes it clear at several points that she is a lesbian who is attracted to the love interest. If there's no confession, it's bait. If there's no kiss, it's bait. So the fact that today, we were given both? It's so incredibly refreshing, because it is just not something that happens a lot in anime/anime adjacent media, especially not one as widespread as RWBY is, so people who mainly consume that type of art are left scrambling for crumbs, grasping at every glance or touch or smile, sustaining themselves off of fanart and fanfiction. You've got to understand that a lot of queer people--sapphics in particular--just...aren't used to this.

People have been clamoring over these two for a decade now. The hiatus between volumes eight and nine beat our asses, and we've been hyping ourselves up with "Bees kiss, bees kiss, bees kiss" since the trailer for this volume dropped, so to have it? To have it be real, be tangible, be undeniable? It feels good. It feels good to prove the weird ass homophobes who for some reason still watch this show wrong. It feels good to be vindicated. It feels good to be able to feel this joy.

We won, babes. We won. We can celebrate that, we can cherish that, and no one can take that from us.

#RWBY #rwby9 spoilers #rwby9 #rwby spoilers #yang xiao long #blake bellodona #bumbleby #sorry if this came off sorta rambly #i have a lot of thoughts and emotions right now #to all my fellow rwby sapphics #we gather here today to celebrate the size of this W #i cried watching the first time and bawled on like the twelfth #because it feels so good to be vindicated after years of shipping these two #and yeah shipping isn't all that but i hope this post explains just why it can mean so much to people #ok back to rewatching the scene ad infinitum

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genopaint · 25 days

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Hello everyone! Now that we're nice and early into April I wanted to give a little update on my work and where I am with everything! The move I just had went incredibly poorly and was very stressful and down to the wire, sad to say. BUT we pulled it off and it's DONE!!

However, the move taking so much of my time combined with getting INSANELY sick right before all that, combined with unpacking going slow, combined with generally sadness and stress over life changes means... yeah I haven't really gotten much work done sadly

I've done one or two commissions since getting sick but in the mean time my waitlist has been growing a lot. Thank you all so much for your interest in commissions! And, genuine apologies for the fact I've made no progress on them. Just know I'M NOT IGNORING ANYONE!!

I haven't forgotten you, you're on the waitlist and I will reach out when I get to you! At the moment, my work time is being taken by bigger projects like indie games and other stuff and of course MOONLIGHT PULSE which launches this month!!

Generally speaking, I do give projects where I'm working on games/projects and being part of a team priority over personal commissions. Please understand (and if you want me to make characters for your game... feel free to ask-) And I will announce when my comm schedule clears!

As for the future? Well... I think there's a good chance I'll have to up commission prices very soon. I'll go into more detail when I figure out what's a good price increase but currently while I don't think my art quality warrants it 100%. The demand is a LOT aha

And, it's almost guaranteed I will have to move again next year. Which means I'll be busy repacking stuff soon. And I never really fully recovered from how expensive moving LAST year was. And I'd really like to have more money for my 3rd year moving in a row

This isn't to sound super pitiful or beg for money online I'm just laying it out as it is. Please understand I don't WANT to increase commission prices but I do feel like I'm not getting payed properly for a lot of the work I'm putting in if that sounds fair and not whiny

In the mean time if you want something smaller from me my Ko-Fi is always there, if you leave a request I'll sketch it for you AND you can even request those little dragoon creatures there. I do also have a Patreon and while I am working on patreon related stuff like new podcast things and more games to put patrons into credits, the well of content there has dried the last few months. So no pressure if that's not enticing/you want to unsub

Again I apologize for all the slowness. I promise the daily dragon thing isn't cutting into work time and it's actually been very relaxing for me. Thank you all for your understanding and support. I appreciate you all! I also wanted to post this yesterday but... lol

As a last call to action, if you've made a request for a commission from me or work from me and I just never got back to you, that is ALL MY FAULT, I don't think this is the case but accidents happen. Please feel free to reach out again!

And again I hope this doesnt make me seem full of myself or I think I'm more important than I am. It's just that yknow, this is money stuff so I want to be transparent especially to those who have been waiting for a while. This is why I don't take payment until I start a comm aha

#update #just a random little update i copied from twitter ahaaaaaa #life's crazy man

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curekibouka-writing · 2 years

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The Perfect Rose (Twst one-shot fanfic)

A/N: Haha... I’m sorry about not answering requests again but um… I needed a channel to pour out some feelings for a little real life thing (it’s really childish I know don’t judge me) so yea here’s a spontaneous Riddle x reader (?) short fic.

“I love you! Would you go out with me?”

You stammer out those cliched words to end your flustered confession. Despite being in Heartslabyul’s rose maze, a place you frequently hang by; despite speaking to someone you normally have no problem speaking with; despite having run this entire scenario in your head for weeks since you first had these feelings, your mind still blanked out once you got to the important part, and you couldn’t manage anything other than that overused dialogue.

And of course, you’ve expected how it would go from here.

“Oh…… I’m sorry, (y/n),” you cannot look into Riddle’s deep blue eyes but you know they are dilating in sincerity as he gives consideration to the words he has to speak, “I’m afraid I have never seen you in that way before.”

Yes, you knew. And it’s not that you wished for someone to commend your courage for trying anyway, although, if that could take away the shame that is currently tightening around your throat, it would be appreciated.

Regret is starting to climb from your toes like tiny thorns on rose stems. They mildly remind you that you had plans to wait a little longer, to try changing how Riddle sees you before your reckless attempt at slapping your own feelings onto him. Perhaps that could have improved your chances, but you didn’t exactly have the patience to paint the perfect rose.

“As a student and the dorm leader of Heartslabyul, I am not inclined to be in a romantic relationship at the moment.”

Yes. You knew. So you ask yourself, maybe for the last time, what exactly did you want from him?

You were looking to fill his meticulously planned schedule with even more things. You were looking to hog his time which he would alternatively be using for his achievements and responsibilities. Or were you looking for a justification so that you don’t feel like you’re asking for a favour every time you want to see him, an excuse for him to spare you just an ounce of his attention?

You wouldn’t claim that you could do anything for him. You wouldn’t claim that you could help him with his duties, or relieve his stress from them, or prepare fun day-offs for him that he deserves. You wouldn’t claim that time with you is worth spending.

You know how selfish you are.

“I am truly sorry, (y/n). You are a good friend to me. I’d be happy if we could still stay that way.”

“Of course, if you would still have me as a friend.” You recited from the script in your mind, sharing a friendly hug with him, before he excuses himself for more important matters.

You brought this upon yourself, so of course you’re fine. You should’ve been satisfied with even being friends with someone so far out of your reach.

But alas, if your heart were half as disciplined as his life, then you wouldn’t have been in this mess in the first place, you wouldn’t have done all those things you shouldn’t have.

You wouldn’t have noticed how you love the way he smiles, the way his voice softens when he savours his favourite desserts.

You wouldn’t have thought about how much he toiled to become who he is today, how much hard work he’s putting in at this moment right now, whenever your mind wanders.

You wouldn’t have realised how much you wished to stand by his side, to hold his hand, to chat with him every day, to be the one he’d give a rose to.

And that’s about it. What else do you know of him? What do you understand about him? What deep bond do you share with him enough for you to envision being by his side?

Maybe you should stop dreaming, maybe you should wake up.

And so you opened your eyes, gulping down a deep breath and feeling your tightened throat relax. You have not said a word of this to him yet, you have not told him the truth yet, you have not given him your heart yet.

Then maybe you don’t have to give up. Maybe things will change tomorrow. Maybe you can take more time. Maybe you can keep painting the perfect rose.

Not yet.

It needs to be prettier.

Not yet.

It needs to be deeper.

Not yet.

Paint and drip and paint.

Petals droop and sag and begin to fall.

And still you paint and paint and paint.

You wonder how much longer it would last.

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A/N: Aaaah I hate writing such shallow angst ♡ Not that I want to suffer the usual pain I put my characters through but I’m sorry you had to sit through that boring venting fic 🙈

#twisted wonderland #riddle rosehearts #twisted wonderland x reader #twst writing #riddle rosehearts x reader #twst fanfic #twst scenarios #Heartslabyul #twisted wonderland scenarios #twisted wonderland fanfiction #twisted wonderland writing #twst x reader

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A Marriage of Convicence

Fandom: Fire Emblem: Engage Ship: Hortensia/Celine Tags: political marriage, secret relationship, fluff also on ao3

When Ivy and Alfred talked to their younger sisters about setting up an arranged marriage between the two of them, the two say they are fine with it. After all, they had gotten together during all of the fighting and chaos and now this gives them a chance to be open about their relationship without anyone being the wiser. Written for the Fictober prompt: "Do you even know what this means?"

"An arranged marriage?"

Hortensia looked up at her sister in surprise. It wasn't as if those kind of things weren't common, especially political marriages between different kingdoms, it was just she never thought Ivy would suggest one. Especially to her younger sister. Hortensia wasn't really interested in getting married just for gain if it wasn't her decision. Sure she'd marry someone she didn't love if she felt like it, but it had to be her choice. This felt a little bizarre but she suspected her sister wasn't done talking just yet.

"I know how you feel about these kind of things and you have a right to say no. I am just trying to do what's best for the kingdom." It had only been a handful of months since the fell dragon was defeated and everyone returned home. Ivy had only been crowned Queen a month ago, but already she seemed to be dealing with a lot. Hortensia guessed that's just what it was like to come into a position of power after what happened to their father. Hortensia had grown closer to her sister recently as well and so she wanted to do what she could to help ease the weight on her shoulders. Marriage was not one of the ways she expected. "I promise it's not some strange older man or anything. In fact you know her."

Her. Now that was strange. It wasn't as if those things didn't happen, but they were uncommon in royal families, at least here in Elusia. But her sister wasn't going to let things like that get in her way. She was determine to make changes and this was probably one of the things she wanted to change.

"But to who? Is it someone from another kingdom?"

"Yes. Firene."

Ivy had said she, so that probably could only mean one person. "You're setting up an arranged marriage between me and Céline? Does she know this?"

"Yes, and yes. I am sure Alfred has already informed her."

Some things started to click in her mind. Alfred had been by the other day. Another change Ivy was determined on making was making peace with the other kingdoms. Honestly Brodia was the better choice to marry Hortensia into, or marry one of them into theirs, but maybe Ivy had her own plans on that. She and Diamant seemed to be on friendly terms after all. But Hortensia was too distracted by her own impending engagement to think about her sister's love life.

"Well Céline is very pretty. Not as cute as I am, of course, but definitely up there."

Ivy raised an eyebrow but there was a hint of relief in her eyes. How stressed was she really? Hortensia felt a little bad not being able to do much to help. "Does this mean you'll accept the engagement?"

"No."

"No?" Ivy sat up a little straighter, looking at her sister in shock. "Hortensia if you're going to-"

"You didn't let me finish. I'll only accept the engagement if Céline comes and asks me herself. After all, I am a romantic at heart! I want to be wooed if I'm going to be married."

Ivy relaxed, just a little, shaking her head. Hortensia knew she must feel exhausted dealing with her dramatics, but Hortensia had a reason to ask as she did. Because Céline was already her girlfriend and had been for almost a year by now. This was the perfect chance for them to be together without having to hide it. So Hortensia wanted to be able to celebrate their engagement in person.

"I'll send a letter then. Please let me know if you change your mind before they arrive."

"Of course!"

It took about two weeks for both a response and for Céline to make her way over to Elusia. Firene had to be dealing with their own pile of issues to sort through. It was a relief knowing that Alfred wasn't going to be attending this meeting, although he did send someone in his stead to discuss things with Ivy once the engagement was fully settled and accepted.

Hortensia spent her time getting herself prepared. She wanted to look the best for when Céline arrives. Not that she had to win over Céline or anything. She had already done so and done that with cuteness and class. Céline was already head over heels for her. Even if she wasn't, Hortensia also figured Céline wouldn't be judging Hortensia as a partner by her looks alone. But this was her girlfriend! Her girlfriend who was about to become her fianceé and then wife! Hortensia could not let their engagement start on anything but perfect conditions.

She made sure everyone else was prepared for Céline's arrival as well. Ivy seemed to be a little suspicious over things, but Hortensia just ignored it. Her retainers seemed to be delighted as she was. Rosado and Goldmary already knew about her secret relationship. It was difficult to hide such a thing from them and from Céline's retainers as well. Rosado and Goldmary were eager to discuss wedding plans and to help Hortensia look her best for when her bride-to-be would arrive. Ivy seemed fine to leave her sister to most of the planning.

Although at one point, Hortensia did stop by to ask, "What about you?"

"What about me?"

"Shouldn't you be getting engaged and married too?"

Ivy had this heavy look in her eyes as if she had heard this plenty of times. "Trust me. I have been told it would be a good idea to find a husband. Or wife. Or anyone. My advisors are pushing proposing a marriage alliance with King Diamant. But I am not interested in that right now. I have enough to deal with. Father left quite a mess." There was something else there. Something that Ivy wasn't saying. Hortensia was curious if her sister did have her eye on someone, but she didn't get a chance to pry before a knock was at the door.

"Princess Céline has arrived."

Hortensia's eyes went wide and she turned. It was probably more suspicious that Hortensia rushed to the front doors to greet Céline, but she was too focused on seeing her as soon as possible to care. Rosado and Goldmary were right behind her, Rosado making a cheeky comment she only half-heard. She managed to make it into the foyer as Céline entered, followed by her own retainers, Chloe and Louis. Hortensia had to stop herself from throwing herself into Céline's arms. She stopped a few feet away and curtised, Céline followed suit.

"Greetings Princess Hortensia. It is good to see you again. I am glad you seem to be keeping well." Her voice was polite and light. Hortensia smiled.

"Greetings to you Princess Céline. I hope your journey wasn't too difficult?"

"It went quite well." There was a sparkle in her eyes now. "Shall we discuss things now or would you like to wait?"

"You should get yourself situated first. I'll meet you in the 2nd drawing room. One of our maids can show you the way." Céline curtised again. Hortensia motioned for her retainers to follow her. They were quiet right up until Hortensia had sat down on one of the couches and asked for some floral tea. Once they were alone, Rosado leaned over the couch, his face smiling.

"Your girlfriend is here! Now we don't have to watch you pine over her."

"I did not pine."

"No, he's right. You were quite terrible, missing her so much."

Hortensia huffed, trying to hide her blush. She hadn't been too bad had she? They couldn't write to each other too much either in order to keep up the illusion and it was difficult. Hortensia usually got what she wanted, but now she had to be patient and careful. Well, that had finally paid off. Now she could just be with Céline and not worried about rumors. Well, certain kind of rumors.

"She looks even prettier than last time too," Rosado commented, raising his hands in defense when Hortensia glared at him. "Hey, I'm not making a move! I'm just observing. Besides you know my heart belongs to someone else."

Hortensia rolled her eyes and she could see Goldmary do the same. Rosado pouted as them both. "You know he hasn't contacted you since we returned back to Elusia."

"I am sure he's just busy!"

"Isn't Timerra the heir? Fogado probably is just returning to wandering and messing around," Goldmary replied, not even trying to be gentle with her friend. Rosado looked defeated. Hortensia didn't really understand what had passed between Prince Fogado and Rosado, but it seemed her retainer and friend had become infatuated with him. Perhaps she could find out if that was returned. If only to stop Rosado from being lovelorn as well.

Tea arrived and was poured and a few minutes later Céline appeared followed by just Chloe. Her face seemed to brighten at the sight of Hortensia. Once the maid was out of the room, Hortensia stood and moved to Céline. They embraced finally, Hortensia taking in as much as she could of her girlfriend's touch and scent. She drew back to be greeted by a soft chaste kiss. Hortensia's face heated up as they parted and headed to their seats. Hortensia and Goldmary were not hiding their delight, same with Chloe.

"Where is Louis?"

"Ah, he seemed to have his own business here in Elusia. I am sure he'll be around later." There was something more to that, but Hortensia shouldn't be nosy about Céline's retainers' business. Even if she really wanted to be. Céline didn't seem bothered by Louis's absence and that was enough. Hortensia was more focused on her girlfriend being here in the flesh. Rosado was right, she looked prettier than last time. A visual of gold and white. Almost like she was divine.

"I heard that you invited me here to discuss our arranged marriage?" Céline sipped some of her tea, a small smile on her lips before she drank more. Hortensia wished she could kiss her again.

"Yes. I was told Ivy and Prince Alfred had made plans."

"You seemed to have rejected the offer?"

"No!" Hortensia cleared her throat, calming down. "I didn't outright reject the idea. I simply think that if I am to be married, I'd prefer if you asked me yourself. Don't you agree?"

"I do. I was happier than I could describe when Alfred told me that you wanted me to come and propose in person. I wanted to see you so badly. And I never wanted us to be wed without asking myself. Or you asking me. A marriage between our kingdoms would be beneficial as well."

"Do you even know what this means?" Hortensia couldn't control herself any longer. She moved to Céline's side. "Once we're married, we can be open about our love. I never thought.... I never thought this would happen."

Céline took her hands in her own, looking at her with such a loving gaze that Hortensia was struck wordless. Very few people ever looked at her like that. With sincere affection and love. "I know. I know my flower. No one can keep us apart now." She seemed to become flustered by her own words, but she smiled through her blushing, keeping her eyes on Hortensia. "I love you."

"I love you too."

They would have kissed again, if not for their retainers reminding the two of their presence. Hortensia rolled her eyes, but she returned to her own seat. They discussed how things would progress from here and any plans. Céline said she could stay as long as she needed to help Hortensia with the planning. It felt like a dream to know Céline would be staying here for the time being. She could see her every day. But there was one final thing to do today.

Hortensia and Céline went for a walk in the gardens and there Céline proposed to Hortensia. She replied yes and finally kissed her in public, uncaring of who saw the two of them. It was unclear on how the future would go, if there would be over obstalces in their way, but for right now, Hortensia was happy.

"I can't wait until you're my wife," she told Céline, in a hushed voice, body pressed together in the dark.

"I can't wait to be your wife either." There was silence as they both settled in to sleep, until; "You know Louis is courting your sister, right?"

"What?!"

#fictober23 #fire emblem engage #hortensia/celine #very minor references to Rosado/Fogado and Louis/Ivy

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