#although I would also love a gown moment SOON

[princessanneftw]

Princess Anne attending the State Opening of Parliament with Queen Elizabeth II and Prince Philip on 24 November 1976

[minisugakoobies]

Paradise Chapter 14 - Teaser | JJK

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: smut, neighbors to lovers (not quite friends but not quite strangers), love triangle, Stripper!AU

Rating: M (18+)

Teaser Warnings: reference to blow jobs

Teaser Word Count: 859 (actual chapter TBD)

Disclaimers: None, other than obviously I don’t own BTS - they simply inspire me

A/N: Helloooooo… sorry it's taking so long for the next update. Here's a little peek at how the chapter begins. Can you believe we're coming up on 2 YEARS since this started?? 😳 Wild. Thank you for hanging on! 💕

(This chapter is still in progress, so this is subject to change!)

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Turns out that impulsiveness looks pretty good on you. 

Or so you think to yourself, catching your reflection in the mirror of the men’s room as you leave Jungkook to collect himself after giving him the best blow job of his life (your words - although, based on the look on his face as you’d swallowed, you might not be far off). 

You hadn’t planned on dragging him into the bathroom like that, but upon seeing him walk out onto the terrace in that grey belted suit, looking like an absolute dream, well, you simply could not help yourself.

You also hadn’t meant to tell him you missed him last night. But you had, because you did. God, when had you turned into this - this massive simp? It was only yesterday morning that you’d woken up in Jungkook’s embrace. You’d barely spent 24 hours apart - so why were you so desperate to get back into his arms?

Of course, none of this matters right now. There are only minutes to go before the ceremony begins, and you need to pull your head out of the clouds and get back to Jennie and the others. Starting by escaping the men’s room sight unseen.

“YN!” 

Or not.

As soon as you close the door, you hear Jin’s voice calling to you. He’s standing at the other end of the little hallway, near the entrance to the reception room.

“Hey,” you reply, trying to be the most nonchalant you’ve ever been in your life, as if you weren’t just gagging on Jungkook’s dick in a public bathroom. 

Jin smiles as you approach, but there’s a gleam in his eye that makes you nervous, and you’re so busy trying to come up with a valid excuse for why he saw you emerging from the men’s room that you apparently forget how to walk, trip over the hem of your gown, and crash directly against his chest. 

“Easy, tiger!” he laughs, arms locking around your back as he helps you stand back upright. “I’m used to ladies throwing themselves at me, but only you’ve taken it literally.” 

You roll your eyes, but you’re pretty sure he’s not lying about fighting off admirers, given that he looks like a supermodel in his crisply tailored tuxedo. His bowtie is a little crooked thanks to being squashed by your face during your ungainly landing, so you gently fix it, and Jin thanks you with a soft grin. 

“I left my glasses at home, so tell me - did I just see you leav-” Jin suddenly stops in the middle of his sentence, his gaze drifting over your shoulder. “Oh. Nevermind, I see.” He takes a step back, arms falling from your waist.

Another hand slips into yours. 

Jungkook didn’t wait very long before following you out of the restroom. He squeezes your hand as you glance at him, but he stares directly at Jin, nostrils flaring slightly, eyes narrowed, lips pursed tightly as if - as if -

Oh, shit. 

“You left this behind, jagiya.” Jungkook turns to you, his face shifting into a softer expression as he produces your clutch like some sort of trophy. You must’ve left it on the counter. “Did you want me to hold it during the ceremony?” 

Your brain is lagging severely at the moment, trying to process two major facts at once. Fact one: Jin obviously realized that you were with Jungkook in the bathroom. Fact two: you completely forgot to tell Jungkook that Jin would be at the wedding. Which, given the events of the last 24 hours, it’s understandable that it slipped your mind, but this isn’t how you’d expected to officially introduce them. 

On top of that, Jungkook has asked you a question. And is now waiting for an answer, while Jin watches in polite silence. 

“Um. Yes. Sorry, yes, can you keep an eye on it for me?” 

Jungkook nods, tucking the clutch into his jacket and patting it lightly. “Of course,” he says, nodding solemnly, as if you’d just asked him to protect precious goods and not a cheap bag full of tissues and mints. 

Jin clears his throat lightly. 

“Oh! I’m sorry, Jin, this is Jungkook, Jungkook, Jin.” 

Of all the ways for these two to meet, this might not be the most embarrassing, but it’s definitely up there. There’s still a bit of Jungkook’s taste lingering on your tongue as the two men shake hands, Jin wincing slightly. 

You try to quickly fill Jungkook in. “Jin’s the best man.” 

“Sure am.” Jin grins. 

“He and Yoongi grew up together,” you add, ignoring Jin’s little interjection, knowing that Jungkook didn’t miss it based on the way his jaw flexes violently, as if he’s gnashing his teeth. 

“Nice to meet you, Jungkook. That’s quite a grip you have there.” Jin slides his hands into his pockets. “YN’s told me a little about you.”

“Nice to meet you, too,” Jungkook replies, inclining his head slightly. His hand returns to yours, fingers locking firmly. “Wish I could say the same, but YN never mentions you.” 

You try to control your face as you look at Jungkook. What did he just say?

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[arteastica]

early in the morning, especially when it rains, and a little before noon. (8)

erwin x fem!reader

chapters: (1) | (2) | (3) | (4) | (5) | (6) | (7) | (9) | (10) | (11) | (12) | (13) | (14) | (15) | (16) | (17) | (18) | (19) | (20) | (21) | (22) | (23) | (24) | (25) | (26)

summary: I basically took Isayama’s work, forced it into a romance story, and made Erwin the love interest. Commander meets cadet and they fall in love (not instantly though)

notes: very berry canonverse (but some events were modified to fit my narrative), wasn’t intended to be this long, but it all is in the details right?

content warnings: smut where it fits (or where I make it fit. Also, reader is NOT underage, so likewise, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, please.) slow burn (I really mean it. I’m not olympic diving into any form of smut for the first chapters.) no angst. I dislike angst. I would never. I could never. (Although angst can be somewhat subjective so take it with a grain of salt?)

wc: 4.2k

“My goodness! You are totally going to find a husband tonight.”

“Do you think it’s too much?” The crisp air flowing in through the open window caressed your bare skin and prompted you to ask the question.

“Who cares? Woman, look at yourself.” Hitch grabbed you by the shoulders and turned you to the mirror.

You examined your reflection again, trying your best to find the confidence required to finally step out of the ladies’ room. You had chosen one of your favorite silk dresses for the occasion: sky-colored, cowl neck that stopped exactly where it was comfortable, and thin bow-tie straps to hold everything up. Yes, definitely a favorite. Favorite, as in ‘best liked’ and not as in ‘frequently worn’. In fact, this was the first time the poor thing ever left your room, where a teenager version of yourself used to wear it late into the night, when the risk of getting caught by your mother equaled zero. She didn’t even know you owned it, but you were certain the thigh slit and the flirty silhouette would be reason enough for her to disapprove. But to be fair, you didn’t remember the fabric ever hugging you this way before. Your body had obviously changed a lot over the years, and you were surprised it still fit.

“Jeez. I really wish I wasn’t on duty tonight, so I could wear one of these.” Hitch let out a disheartened sigh. Her chin was resting on your right shoulder and her eyes examined your reflection from head to toe. When they stopped at the slit in your right leg she said “Those thighs won’t have a problem finding their way into a gentleman’s heart.” She gave you one of those smirks you had missed so much. “Or into his bed…”

“Sadly, I’m not here for that tonight. I’m here for work.”

“Sorry but no one who is here just for work, one, looks this good in a slip dress, and two, takes this long to come out. What about punctuality?”

She was right. You had already taken too long. So, very reluctantly, you decided to walk out the door. But as soon as you stepped out, heads started turning in your direction, the attention mostly coming from women wearing pastry-shaped gowns and opera gloves.

You would be lying if you said you weren’t expecting the attention. You knew the dress had been a daring decision. The moment you slipped on it, you confirmed it had the potential to make heads turn, and maybe some part of you actually wanted a taste of that. Would admitting it make you an attention-seeker? According to your script, however, the scene was supposed to play out a little different, and you had imagined yourself actually enjoying it. But, in real-life, the only thing the dress was succeeding at was awakening dormant insecurities, like that feeling of inadequacy you had almost forgotten about. How could you have forgotten though? You used to be inseparable. That was until you started working at the Survey Corps. You thought of your office, and the familiar picture comforted you for a brief moment, until you remembered it was now miles away.

You smoothed down the front of your dress, in part to look busy and also to dry your sweaty palms, but unlike the silky fabric, the crowd’s eyes felt rough on your skin. And you wished you had decided to wear something less special, something that would allow you to camouflage and pass as one of them. Why did I wear this? Your eyes tried to find the answer in a very promising spot on the floor. Maybe it had been out of pity for the dress. As a dress, it would be disappointing to spend all your life in a dark closet. Maybe it had been for old time’s sake. Since you hadn’t felt that out of place in months, maybe you wanted to remind yourself of the sensation. Or maybe it had all come down to something as simple as the color, and how it reminded you of something you had grown to like so much over the last months.

You turned to Hitch, displaying your bare back to the crowd.

“I can’t do this. Not like this. I’ll go get my coat.”

“Absolutely not. You look perfect, that’s why they are staring, because they like what they see. In fact, I would be worried if they weren-” Her eyes got lost in a particular spot on the other side of the room. “Woah, your boss is hot.”

You turned around and felt like you were coming undone. You didn’t understand why all these eyes were fixed on you, when clearly the best view was across the room, where he was standing.

One look at him and it was obvious that tuxedos had been created just so they could be worn by him. That black suit was exactly the kind of fit a woman would pick out for her man to wear at an event like this. And, while the slicked back hair undoubtedly contributed to the fireworks lighting up all over your skin, the real devil was in all the other details. It was in the way he kept his shoulders back and his chin high as he spoke, in the unconcerned drumming of his fingers against his leg, in the way he threw his head back when laughing, and in the way he seemed to fall into place everywhere he went, whether it was a room full of intimidating people, or a field full of titans. Confidence shone through his skin. Confidence, as well as everything else that made him attractive, came from deep within.

“Alright, now go out there and fulfill your duties.” You felt your friend's hands on your shoulders. “That also includes finding yourself a rich suitor who asks for your hand in marriage.” She whispered into your ear before pushing you into the crowd.

Across the room, the commander was talking to a group of older-looking men. Despite your legs feeling as steady as a house of cards, you started walking towards him. You had successfully made it halfway through the uncomfortable stares, when his eyes finally landed on you. Like everyone else so far, he did a double-take. However, unlike the others, he didn’t turn to the next person to whisper something. Instead, he started making his way to you. And most notably, unlike the others, whose eyes traveled all over your body, back and forth between every patch of exposed skin and resting at all the wrong stops, his didn’t. As he walked to you, his eyes were fixed on yours. And, in that moment, you realized you were very lucky. Because those were the kind of eyes that made the world around you vanish, uncomfortable stares and all.

When you finally met halfway, you decided you would gladly give up your ability to blink. It would be a small price to pay if it meant you would never miss a second of that irresistible smile and the way it made his eyes crinkle. He reached for your hand, and took it in with the kind of gentleness you wouldn’t expect from a man who spends his life around flesh-eating giants.

He brought your hand to his lips, and when they met the back of your fingers, you prayed he didn’t notice all the hairs on your forearms standing on end. The rest of your body was clearly getting jealous of your hand. You could tell by the way your lips parted and let out a very subtle, and you hoped silent, moan.

“May I?” He offered you his arm and you took it promptly, deciding you wouldn’t mind holding on to it for the rest of your life, and if that wasn’t possible, then at least for the rest of the evening.

When you got a closer look at the men he had been previously talking to, you realized you actually knew one of them: Commander Pixis, head of the Garrison. You had never met him formally, but you had seen him a few times around the capital. However, before any introduction could take place, a man with gentle-looking features spoke in a soft voice.

“My lady, Erwin is undoubtedly a very lucky man.”

His words took a few seconds to register with you, but when they finally did, your ears started burning, the sensation spreading like fire to the rest of your face as you realized that they, most likely, still didn't know you were his assistant.

After conversing some more, the commander asked to be excused and guided you to another group of people. And so, as you made your way around the ballroom, you realized there were even more eyes on you now, and it wasn’t surprising, the man beside you was reason enough. But the stares didn’t hold as much weight as they did before, because right now you had his arm to hold.

You glanced up at him, and your lips curved slightly as you remembered the little incident from earlier. Much like that man, these onlookers most likely didn’t know you were just his assistant. And something about that, and the speculations it could lead to, the rumors it could start, and everything else it could imply about you and him, made your insides feel as fizzy as the contents of the glass you were holding. For all they knew, the night would end with your dress discarded on the floor, and bodies tangled under the covers. And you found yourself wishing that whatever assumptions they were making would actually come true.

As the night went on, a couple of things caught your attention. One of them was Captain Levi, who looked like he would much rather attend his own funeral. And the other one was a certain pattern of behavior: Every man you met while holding the commander’s arm, purposely avoided looking at your exposed thigh or bare shoulders, and while their eyes would occasionally linger on your collarbones for an innocent second or two, they would quickly migrate somewhere else.

The evening was already coming to a close when the pattern was sadly broken. To be more precise, it was when you met the group of men standing at the top of the stairs. They had been laughing boisterously and drinking steadily since the evening started. Most of them looked like they were well into their fifties, and all six men were wearing ostentatious sashes dotted with the biggest collection of golden studs you had ever seen. The loudest, and presumably oldest, of them all greeted the commander animatedly.

“Erwin Smith, the legend himself. I’m still waiting for that rematch.” You noticed the cufflinks on his shirt and wondered if those were diamonds, because if they were, then they’ve got to be the biggest in existence. “I’ve been working on my double attacks.”

“Intuition is sometimes far more helpful than memorizing patterns, my lord.” The commander replied in a gentle voice.

“That’s why you’re always one step ahead.” The older man let out a guffaw that, in retrospective, felt a little unnecessary, before turning to you. “Woah. Just like in the game, you never cease to surprise me, Erwin. In very pleasant ways, I must say.” His eyes meticulously outlined all the curves of your body, paying special attention to your covered cleavage, and the amount of time he spent there made you wonder if he had somehow developed the ability to see through fabric. “However, I will never understand how your mind works. There is no way I would bring the missus to an event like this. I mean, the whole purpose of a party is to have fun!” The man and his friends broke out in strident laughter, and that was the only moment his eyes left your body, when he tilted his head back to enjoy his own remark.

“I mean no disrespect to you, my lady,” he may not but his body language sure as hell did, “so please don’t take offense.” With tears in his eyes and still recovering from earlier, he acknowledged you briefly before turning to the commander. “But I was hoping we could become family someday, Erwin. You left quite the impression on my youngest.”

You suddenly felt a burning sensation in your chest, and it had nothing to do with the unsolicited attention it had been getting from the man.

“She asked if you were coming tonight. Sent her regards.” The audacity of this man. If the commander were actually your man, how would you feel listening to all this? “Maybe you could join us for lunch tomorrow. She would be delighted to play against you one more time. She’s brilliant, isn’t she?” And right there and then, you realized there would actually be no difference between how you would feel if you were his wife and how you were feeling in that very moment. This man was basically setting the commander up for a little chess date with his daughter, when his alleged wife, fiancée, girlfriend or whatever, was standing right beside him, holding his arm.

“She’s a very gifted young lady.” The commander’s deep voice contrasted the man’s grating tone. “However, I’m afraid I must decline your kind offer, my lord. I will be returning to the headquarters first thing in the morning.”

“I see.” The man cleared his throat, the gleeful undertone seemingly gone all of a sudden. “Anyway, you’re a lucky man. There’s no denying.” His eyes bore into yours, successfully reminding you of a vulture scavenging for rotting carrion. “Your lady is gorgeous.”

That last remark made you feel like you had swallowed a rock; the way he had said it made your legs feel heavier than concrete; and the stare he had given you while saying it, made you feel as clothed as a titan. You knew once this man found out you were not with the commander, you were done. Once, the words ‘she’s my assistant’ left his mouth, this man would come after you. And you also knew that you wouldn’t get far, not with your legs in that state.

“Yes. She really is.” The commander’s voice sounded a lot like the rainy mornings back at the base. You looked up and found him staring at you, his lips curved into a soft smile, his gaze wrapping you like that well-worn blanket your mother always told you to throw away but you never did. You stared back into his eyes and what you saw, took you back to that day in the Forest of Giant Trees, with his heartbeat like a lullaby, and his arms like a sweet childhood memory.

But then, murmuring sounds came flooding in like muddy water spilling out of the sewers. You turned your head in their direction and realized the older man wasn’t the only one who had taken an interest in your dress, but also his friends.

And you decided you would gladly take the women’s stares over these any day. Who knows, maybe the women had only been thinking about how the color didn’t suit you or how fake the silk looked. But something about the way these men were grinning and whispering to each other told you that they were looking for something in particular, and you were sure it wasn’t the tailor’s name. You would much rather feel cheap and underdressed, than dirty and undressed.

You held onto the commander’s arm with your other hand as well, and snuggled closer, in what seemed to be your body’s desperate attempt to elude the attention.

“If you excuse us, gentlemen.” Much like the seasons, his voice always seemed to know when it was its turn to arrive. He guided you away, and at some point between the top of the stairs and the main hall, his hand came to rest at the small of your back. Even through the fabric, his fingers caused your skin to burn. And for the second time that night, you could feel the rest of your body getting jealous.

“Commander, I think I’ll call it a night.” You announced once you reached the main hall. “Thank you for tonight.” You gently let go of his arm and wondered if that was what autumn leaves felt as they were about to fall from the branches.

He nodded slightly, and, probably having no idea how nice it was going to feel, then said: “I’ll walk you home.”

“Oh don’t worry about it. My house is actually very close.”

“All the more reason to do it then.” His eyes crinkled in that enticing way they usually did and, honestly, you didn’t feel like pretending you were against his proposal.

-

The distinctive smell of frost infused the night air, and slipped into your bustle coat as you walked down the familiar streets that led to your house. There was a lingering warmth still left from the summer, but the mist that hovered above the cobblestones signaled the impending arrival of winter. However, they weren’t fighting for dominance, and you wondered if you would ever know such harmony. You glanced at the man walking just a couple of feet beside you, his eyes, on the road ahead; his mind, somewhere you didn’t know; but his hands, his hands were in his pockets, and you wanted to reach inside his coat and take one.

It had been a dreamy night for the most part, but you could feel your heart shrinking a little with every step you took. Every passing street light signaled another lost chance at getting closure. And you still had lots of words awaiting in your tongue, lots of questions lingering on your lips, and your mouth was heavy with all the things that were yet to be said.

“Lord Wald seems to have problems with alcohol.” He spoke in his usual quiet voice, but there was a certain undertone propping up his words.

“Didn’t seem like that to me.” He looked at you, slight confusion painting his features and causing his head to tilt to one side. “They seemed to get along quite well.”

He chuckled. And you couldn’t stop yourself from doing the same.

“I’m sorry I didn’t realize it sooner.” His eyes were fixed in the cobblestones below his feet, and the underlying something from earlier was still there, but this time you were able to put a name to it: it sounded like remorse.

“It’s okay.” You gave him a reassuring smile, even though he wasn’t looking. “But I feel bad for his wife, and honestly for any woman who crosses paths with him when she’s not around.”

“I highly doubt her presence makes any difference when it comes to his behavior.”

You looked at your hands, they were holding each other as if seeking comfort. “So, you play with her often?” You felt his gaze on you but didn’t look back. “His daughter.”

“Met her once. Very impressive player. Cannot say she got it from her father though.” You faked a smile at the exact same moment a tide of regret washed over you, finally understanding what your mother meant when she said chess was an important life skill.

And speaking about your mother, you caught a whiff of a familiar and otherwise pleasant earthy scent and prayed you wouldn’t find her beloved climbing hydrangea, but when you looked up, it was there. And so was your front door.

“It’s here.” You took a deep breath and released the parting words you had been dreading to say. “Thank you for walking me home, commander.”

He took a step closer, reached for your hand and brought it to his lips, but this time, they parted slightly, taking your knuckles between them in a single, soft kiss. The warmth of his lips and the crisp autumn air blowing on wet skin created a delicious contradiction on your hand. His eyes were closed and his lips lingered, some would say for way longer than was required for a hand kiss. It was a sight deserving of a moan, so you gave him a silent one. One that created a playful tickle in your belly.

But maybe it wasn’t silent enough, because in that very moment he looked back at you. And, as you stared back into the deep blue, you realized those were the kind of eyes that could tell you a million things before his lips could even say a word. Tonight, they were telling you something as well, and although you didn’t know exactly what it was, you knew a few other things.

You knew why your skin tingled under his gaze, and burned under his touch. You knew why the sight of him lifted your heart to the sky while his absence made it sink into a bottomless pit. You knew why his scent reminded you of every secret place you hid in as a little girl, and his voice, of a happier future you wanted to escape to. You knew why the thought of another woman interested in him set your heart on fire, and the idea of him interested in her, crushed it into pieces. And you also knew why you had worn the dress.

You knew the blue of the silk would complement your skin just the same way the blue of his eyes did. You had decided to wear the dress just so you could feel what it was like to have his eyes all over your body. His eyes were not only allowed, but welcome and explicitly invited, to explore every inch of your skin, covered or not. He could stare as much as he wanted, for as long as he wanted, in all the places he wanted. But only him. Because you had worn the dress for him. However he was too much of a gentleman to do it, so you gave him permission.

“Do you like my dress?” You took a step closer, and noticed your hand was still in his.

His eyes drifted to your lips, where they lingered for a second, before following the path marked by your collarbones, down to your clothed breasts where they rested momentarily. Then, they paid a short visit to your hips before finally landing on your thigh, visible through the open coat. It was there where they seemed to feel most at home. And it was then, when you had his eyes on your bare skin, that you became aware of how soaked you were. You squeezed his fingers on instinct at the realization, which caused him to trace his steps back to your eyes.

“Very much.” His voice, almost a whisper; his lips, slightly parted. And you could see his breath, as well as the rising and falling of his chest. He was so close you wondered if he could see what you were thinking of, if he could see how much you wanted him to take the silky fabric off you.

In such proximity, his cologne was even more intoxicating. It was musky and clean, like a fresh bubble bath; sweet and gentle, just like him. You knew it was something you would always crave, even after tonight was long gone. And you wondered how many women had been in this intimate space before, and how many of them were craving his perfume right now.

The small of your back was still tingling from where he touched you earlier. And the rest of your body was demanding the same attention, so you took another step closer.

Goodness, he was so handsome. The kind of handsome that makes you want to know how his lips moved in a kiss, and how his hands followed the curves of your body. And the situation laid out before you provided the perfect opportunity.

The perfect opportunity to stop pretending your feelings were written in some foreign language you had never heard before. The perfect opportunity to call it what it was, once and for all.

“Commander.”

“Yes?” His eyes couldn’t decide between yours and your lips.

“There’s something I want to ask you.” Your voice had never sounded so feeble. “Would you- would you please-” He nodded encouragingly but his breath on your skin was too distracting, successfully causing the opposite effect. “I- I can’t tell you.”

“Then show me.”

His eyes were holding your gaze, and his lips, you could almost taste them.

You could also hear, however, shuffling on the other side of the door, and you looked up to find a light turned on in the second floor.

“If it’s my mother, she’ll ask you to come in. If it’s my father, he’ll force you to.” He let out a chuckle and you found yourself wishing you could make him laugh forever. “Would you like to come in?”

“It’s late. I don’t want to importune anyone.”

“Good choice. If you get my father started, he’ll talk about royal family conspiracy theories all night long.”

“Sounds interesting.”

You did your best to return his smile despite the emptiness you felt when letting go of his hand.

“See you tomorrow, commander. Good night.”

-

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[lisbeth-kk]

December moments

Today's used prompts: cold - cosy - fireplace - angel

What are the two residents in 221B Baker Street up to when there’s no case, John’s off work and it’s cold outside? I can promise they’re not freezing… Let’s have a peek, shall we? (Mature content)

December 6

John has brought his two afghans into the sitting room and arranged them in front of the fireplace, which is lit. The flames cast a golden glow over his hair. I long to run my fingers through it. 

Later. Be patient. 

John covers the blankets with sheets and places one duvet over his chair. I’m eagerly watching from the sofa, not allowed to interfere until he calls me over. I shiver with anticipation. It’s an exquisite kind of torture. 

The cold I’ve felt all day has disappeared. I can feel my cheeks blush from the warmth of the fireplace, but also from arousal. When John is in this mood, I would be a fool not to expect his full attention. My erection aches and I have to adjust myself. I must have made some sound because John turns toward me and smirks. 

“Soon, sweetheart,” he tells me, letting his gaze linger on my groin. 

He teases me further by licking his lips. I can tell it’s deliberate. My hand squeezes the visible bulge and I sigh relieved, closing my eyes stroking myself. 

John’s hand is gentle when he takes my hand away and brings it to his mouth to kiss it. 

“Come on, love,” he says and pulls me up. 

He’s so strong. Much stronger than people think. 

When we reach the little nest he’s made for us, he slides my dressing gown off my shoulders. It makes a swooshing sound on its way to the floor. All my senses are sharpened when I’m waiting for John’s next move. 

“You’re not cold?” he inquires although he knows I’m quite the opposite. 

Instead of answering I make an impatient sound which makes him chuckle. 

“I best get on with it then,” he determines. 

The rest of my clothes are soon scattered all over the floor, and when I’m completely naked he lays me down on his soft creation of afghans, sheets, duvets and pillows. I make myself comfortable and stretch my body to get rid of some of the tension. 

“Look at you,” John breathes reverently. “So beautiful.”

His praise makes me blush which I know pleases John thoroughly. He never mocks me like previous lovers have done in the past. Instead, he smiles that private smile he reserves only for me and tells me how much he loves me. 

“Have I told you how much I love you today?” John murmurs and kneels beside me. 

He strokes up my chest with his firm hands and I sigh contentedly. A curl has fallen onto my forehead and John catches it with two fingers, playing with it before he puts it back in place. I ache to kiss him and lift my head to reach his lips. 

“Relax,” he whispers but meets my eager mouth with his own. 

It’s bliss to be kissed by him like this. When we’ve got all the time in the world and his patience seems endless. The kiss is tender, slow and soft. Like a love poem. His tongue licks the contours of my upper lip before he sucks just so. I moan with pleasure and finally get my hands to work, stroking my fingers through his silvery-golden hair. 

“I love your hands,” he says and smiles happily down at me. 

The joy I feel in such moments overwhelms me and I pull him down to hide my crimson face in his neck. Those moments are also made easy to endure despite my self-consciousness. John’s mouth is aligned with my ear and the things he whispers then can actually make me come on the spot. 

“My darling angel. I’m honoured that you allow me to see your vulnerability like this. You’re so precious to me. Gorgeous. Sexy. Unique. I love you so so much, Sherlock.”

“J…John…I…”

And John understands and wraps his fingers around my leaking penis and strokes me to oblivion. 

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strong, brave, lovely (Elrond x Reader)

a/n: @micheleamidalajedi requested Elrond x reader with the prompt kissing scars; I’ve made it short but hopefully sweet enough for all your fluff needs 😊 let me know how you liked it, and comments and reblogs are always VERY welcome 💖💖💖

Although summer was fast approaching and the days were quickly getting warmer, you still opted for clothes, capes and gowns that covered as much of your skin as possible. More than once you felt curious looks on yourself, which didn’t bother you too much. However, you knew that Elrond, perceptive as always, was going to notice very soon that you weren’t dressing for the increasingly sizzling heat. He himself was unsure of how to bring up that conversation, or whether he should do it at all - he didn’t want to possibly hurt you or poke at an insecurity, but he also didn’t want you suffering a heat stroke or anything of the like. So, your lover decided to confront you worriedly in the privacy of your chambers as the day was coming to an end and both of you wanted to unwind together a little bit. Keen grayish-blue eyes followed you unwaveringly as you went to change from your formal clothes to something more comfortable, but he decided to interrupt your plans and tacitly sneak behind you while you were still half dressed, drawing a gasp from you as your skin brushed against his clothes.

“Meleth nin,” he muttered into your hair, “are you certain you will need all those layers? The night is warm.” 

“I think I will be more comfortable that way,” you gulped, not having expected his little interrogation out of the blue. “I would not want to fall ill overnight, if it gets colder.”

“You know very well I have no trouble providing you with some additional warmth,” Elrond chuckled, his comforting arms still wrapped around your frame securely. He felt you tense up only slightly.

“I-, yes, I know that,” you let out an unexpectedly nervous little laugh, “I just think that-”

“Forgive my interruption, my darling, but I have a feeling that something might be troubling you,” he cut in, as kindly as he could. His fingertips brushed along your jaw and tenderly tilted up your face so that he could look into your eyes more directly. “Just remember that there is nothing that you cannot share with me; I am here to listen.” 

Under his watchful loving gaze you couldn’t help but crack a little bit; and it seemed pointless to try and hide your insecurities from him - he would eventually notice everything. So, you caved in, and let the words spill: about your scars, how you felt, how you wanted to conceal them as much as possible, about how they made you feel less beautiful than other elves in your environment. All the way through, Elrond listened with a sad, sympathetic face, and when your voice quivered he took your hands in his. When he thought you were finished with your hesitant confession, he effortlessly picked you up in his arms and carried you, still not completely dressed, to the large bed. You looked up at him with wide eyes, questions pooling in them.

“I know it will take an eternity for me to convince you with words that you are absolutely gorgeous exactly like this,” he smiled sadly at you, “so it seems best to take another approach.” 

Within a second his soft lips had made contact with your skin, in the places you were most insecure about. You wanted to protest for a moment, but his loving affection felt so reassuring that you couldn’t bring yourself to react in any other way but to enjoy the sensation. His lips ghosted over any and every scar he could reach as a barrage of chills traveled up your body.

“Elrond…” you uttered in a hoarse whisper. “You needn’t…”

“Yes, I do,” he replied, pausing the flurry of kisses. “You are so beautiful and I need to make sure that you know how much.”

The intensity behind his eyes made something stir inside you.

“You are so strong, and so brave, and so lovely,” he trailed off, his fingers brushing over a scar on your thigh. “And I love you for that. And for a myriad of other reasons, my dearest.”

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The Imperfect Couple | Eddie Brock x gn!reader

Anonymous asked: Eddie Brock: Hiya!! It's me again! May I please ask for a work using the following prompts for Eddie Brock X non-binary, male, or gn!Reader: “Don’t deny it, be honest” 

summary: you and Eddie aren't perfect, but you love each other, and that's what matters.

tws: swearing, injury

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Eddie was awoken by the sound of half padded footsteps lurking around the flat, and although he didn't want to leave the warm and comfortable bed, he still dragged himself out of it; tying his dressing gown up, he squinted slightly as he fumbled his way through the darkness, hoping he wouldn't fall over something. More often than not, that something was his own feet.

But he made it, running a hand through his hair as he sighed heavily and braced himself against the counter for a moment, trying to remember where the lightswitch was; with fumbling and clumsy movements, he eventually found it, and winced slightly when the light first came on.

But he soon enough adjusted, and frowned as he looked at you standing against the counter and smoking a cigarette; Matt had told him, you were not meant to walk on that foot if you could help it.

You needed to rest, but seemingly had no intention of doing so as you smiled at Eddie, doing your best to mask the pain and act as if you were completely alright. In truth, your foot was aching, and you knew that you would have blisters soon enough where the bandaging was.

But Eddie didn’t need to know that at all.

“You need to get back to bed,” Eddie huffed, sitting up on the counter and tilting his head to the side slightly, hoping that you would see his pleading puppy dog eyes. “Why are you even awake?”

You shrugged, nudging his legs apart slightly so that you could stand between them, letting him rest his arm around you as he leaned over slightly to place his head atop yours. “It’s all itchy and sore and shit, I gotta walk on it.”

“But Matt said-”

“Matt is a lawyer, not a doctor,” you pointed out. “He isn’t exactly the leading authority.”

Eddie rolled his eyes, shaking his head as he grumbled and frowned. “Still. He was the one who got you patched up, he knows more than I do.”

“I’m fine,” you insisted, wrapping your arms around him. “It’s just a little bit of a busted bone. I will live.”

Eddie didn’t want to take that as an answer, gently coaxing you up to sit beside him for a moment; he got down from the counter after a while, nudged your legs apart like he had done to you, and stood between them with his hands on the outside of your thighs as he hummed, pressing his forehead to your chest as he sighed heavily.

It wasn’t that he thought it was awfully serious, he knew that it was a couple of little broken bones, he had actually listened to what Matt had to say about it - and, admittedly, had also asked Dan a little bit here and there regarding the matter - but he always worried. Eddie always worried about you, he had done since the day he had met you; he always worried. He couldn’t not worry.

He cared about you, he always had done; worrying about you was just part of his nature, and he couldn’t change that. Not even if he tried.

He wanted to keep you safe, he wanted to make sure that you were healthy and happy, he worried constantly about your safety and security when he wasn’t around; when he was off galavanting with Venom doing nobody knew what until the news reports came flooding through about headless corpses.

Softly, Eddie grumbled under his breath as he bit back the urge to yawn loudly and until his eyes watered.

“I don’t think it’s me who needs to go to bed,” you chuckled, pushing him away slightly so that you could look into his eyes. He was exhausted, thick bags under blue eyes making you frown slightly. “Don’t deny it, be honest.”

He shrugged, letting out a little yawn. His eyes still watered as he fought back the urge to fall asleep right there, standing on his feet and looking at you. “Maybe… would you come with me, at least?”

You shrugged, licking your lips as you sighed. “Maybe. I don’t really feel like it, though, these fucking bandages are itching.”

He nodded slowly. He could understand, but he still hoped that you would go with him. He was desperate for you to get some rest, and he had only one more ace up his sleeve that he could use.

With a soft hum, he dared to flash those absolutely irresistible puppy dog eyes. “Please?”

Immediately, you caved as you nodded and pushed yourself from the counter, welcoming the feeling of his arms around you as you leaned into his side for a moment and smiled. “It’s not fair when you do the puppy dog eyes… you know that, don’t you?”

“I never play fair,” he pointed out, flashing you a playful but tired smile. “You should know that by now.”

You scoffed, rolling your eyes as you did your best not to laugh, letting him guide you back to the bed; you were the first to get in, squirming and wriggling over to your side before you watched Eddie join you.

Within a split second, you were at his side, snuggling into him as you grumbled under your breath and held onto him tightly; Eddie returned the embrace as best as he could, but the temptation of sleep was all too much for him to resist.

With you at his side, Eddie could always sleep so soundly; he could feel his eyelids getting heavy as he did little to resist, his head tilting slightly to the side, towards you, as he finally let his eyes close.

With a soft breath, he relaxed completely, and was filled with contentment as he started to drift off. For a long while, you listened to him breathing - asking yourself how you ever got so lucky. Sure, Eddie could be selfish, he could be an idiot, he had issues.

He was far from perfect - but you loved him that way. You loved him for being a bit of a dick, for being selfish. Never in spite of it. 

[loverrgirll21]

imagine being a princess and meeting geralt for the first time

879 words; warnings: none

“Your highness, may I have this dance?” 

You internally rolled your eyes, but nodded with a smile. It was not as if you could reject the boy flat out, although you desperately wanted to. Your father would have your head for the shame that would bring to him. 

You let the boy grab your hand and lead you onto the dance floor. You got in formation just as the next dance was starting. Just your luck, it was a slow song, meaning you’d actually have to talk to the boy. 

He said his name was William and he was the son of one of your kingdom’s nobles. He complimented you on your hair, your gown, and your dancing, but you knew it was all an act to get to your throne and be king of your small kingdom. 

As you moved around the room, you caught a glimpse of silver. There was a tall man with silver hair leaning against a pillar, scanning the room with his amber eyes. They connected with yours, and you held his gaze for a moment before facing William again. Blessedly, the song ended and you offered a polite curtsy before excusing yourself. You felt the man’s eyes on you as you went to the drinks table and got offered a glass of punch. When you looked back in his direction, you noticed that he was gone. 

Trying to hide your disappointment at the stranger leaving so soon, without even introducing himself to you, you went to your parents and asked if you could be excused as you were tired. Your father, too drunk to care, waved his hand at you lazily and you took it as your cue to leave. You slipped out of the ballroom and into the hallway, your light pink gown sweeping the floor behind you. 

Instead of heading directly to your room, you headed to one of the balconies that you often frequented. Everyone in the kingdom was at the ball, so there would be no one outside to see you. 

As you approached the balcony, you saw him again; the silver-haired man. He was wearing black armor and you saw that he had a sword attached to his back. You tried to be sneaky, slipping behind a wall to watch him, but unbeknownst to you, the man had sensed your presence. 

“No need to hide from me, princess.” he said in a deep, gravelly voice. “I know you’re there.”

Sheepishly, you walked out from behind the wall and approached the man. You stood about two feet from him and leaned with your back against the banister. It was then you noticed the pendent dangling in front of his chest. 

“Witcher.” you murmured. 

“Geralt. Geralt of Rivia.” the man said, looking at you as if he expected there to be a reaction. When you didn’t react, he looked back towards the forest, mildly surprised. 

“What are you doing out here, princess?” he asked. You studied him for a little longer, your eyes trailing from the scars on his face to the callouses of his hands.

“Couldn’t stand the crowd.” you replied simply. “Too many suitors who care more about a chunk of metal than me.” 

Geralt smirked and looked at you. It was his turn to observe you now; his amber eyes ran down your body, focusing on how your dress seemed to create a cloud behind you. You felt his gaze on you and your cheeks heated up. 

“Men want you for your crown, but what do you want in a man?” he asked you. You were slightly taken aback; no one had ever asked you what you wanted. 

After some hesitation, you responded. “I want a man who loves me for me. Who is like a best friend, but also a protector. I want adventure and romance, and even a little danger.” you paused. “But that is too much to ask in my position.” 

Geralt moved slightly closer to you and you looked up to meet his gaze. 

“I don’t think that’s too much at all.” he said so softly, it almost sounded like a whisper. You closed the distance between you two until there were barely five inches between your chests. As you leaned in to seal the gap, a warning bell rang. You sprang away from him, clutching your heart.

“What is going on?” you asked, panting. You heard shouts from the guards as they raced madly around the palace, spears pointing forward. You looked at Geralt, who looked tense. 

“Princess, go straight to your room and lock your door. I do not know what is going on, but it isn’t good.” Geralt ordered you. You were still a little shocked at what almost happened, but as Geralt headed out of the balcony, he suddenly turned around and quickly approached you.

Before you could even think, he wrapped one arm around your waist and pulled you flush against his chest. You pushed your fingers into his coarse hair and tugged, which made him grunt. The kiss only lasted mere moments, however, before he pulled away with a roguish grin and ran towards the chaos. 

You gripped the edge of the banister tightly as you tried to catch your breathe. What the hell just happened?

[jobrookekarev]

Not for the Faint of Heart 

Chapter: One of Three

Words: 3,042

Summary: When Jo is rushed into an emergency c-section Alex has a hard time seeing his wife in surgery and ends up on the OR floor. However, it's Jo’s life that’s at risk. 

Fandom: Grey’s Anatomy.

Relationship: Alex Karev/Jo Wilson. 

Characters:  Alex Karev, Jo Wilson, Meredith Grey, Cormac Hayes, Atticus Lincoln, Levi Schmitt, Carina DeLuca, and Amelia Shepherd.

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences.

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Fluff, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Family, Alternate Canon, Firsts, Medical Procedures, C-Section, One Shot, Happy Ending, Angst with a Happy Ending, Domestic, Parenthood, Pregnancy, Trauma.

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Jo stared up at the lights in the cold OR. She took a deep breath in and smiled. The OR had always been the place where she felt most comfortable. It was the place where she had learned and grown into the surgeon that she was. Where she fell in love with her husband. In her therapy sessions, it was her safe place, where she would go when things got too intense. The OR was the place where nothing bad could happen to her. Even now, as Carina prepped her for a crash C-section, Jo was calm. But then again, she had lost a lot of blood and was on a lot of drugs.

“Are you seriously smiling right now?” Alex asked as his hand cupped her face and his thumb rubbed across her cheek, careful not to move the nasal cannula tubes. 

Alex was sitting next to her and focused completely on her. While everyone else scurried around and focused on where Carina was cutting her open. 

Jo smiled up at him, he was wearing his familiar brown scrub cap. She loved that scrub cap. “Our baby’s going to be born in an OR, I think it's kind of fitting?”

“You're scaring the shit out of me, I hope you know that,” Alex said with a nervous laugh as his eyebrows knitted together in worry, but Jo just smiled.

“Everything is going to be fine,” Jo said as she looked over at him with a smile.

Her labor had started out normally. She had felt a few contractions earlier that morning, but hadn't registered that they were anything more than a few Braxton Hicks. So she hadn't bothered to count them. As she went on with her day though, Alex insisted on keeping an absurdly close eye on her. Although he had done this throughout her pregnancy. Still, she knew he suspected she was in labor before she did. Finally, around lunch, she admitted that she might be in labor. She allowed him to pull her over to the maternity ward as a patient rather than a doctor. 

Carina quickly set her up on the monitors and things were going smoothly. Jo was handling her labor well. The contractions were pretty far apart. She just hated that she was in a hospital gown and confined to the maternity ward. Alex had vetoed any suggestions she had made on what to do while she labored except walking the halls. So they walked around a little bit and it did help. 

After a few circles around the hospital, Jo had started to feel a little light-headed and before she knew it, she collapsed in Alex's arms. She awoke back in her hospital bed with the alarms going off and several nurses around her. She had begun to bleed internally and a few minutes later, when her water broke, it all came gushing out. Carina quickly ran in and Jo was then rushed to the OR with a trail of blood behind her. 

Jo knew that she was in danger. That she could lose her life. That if Schmitt didn't get back with the blood soon, there would be dire consequences. She also knew that Carina was the best and her baby's heart rate was still good. It was her life that was on the line and she was so tired. 

“Hey, stay with me Jo,” Alex pleaded with her as her heavy eyelids closed just for a moment. “You gotta stay awake and meet our baby.”

“Just a few more minutes then they’ll be in your arms,” Carina assured her, glancing over at her before looking back to where she was cutting her open.

“I'm trying, but I’m really tired. I just wanna close my eyes for a second,” Jo complained, her eyelids fluttering again. 

She was so tired, she felt like she'd drift off if she closed her eyes. Especially as Alex squeezed her hand and rubbed his thumb over her cheek. It would be okay. She'd wake up with renewed strength and she'd get to meet her baby. 

“Have you two decided on the name yet?” Meredith asked, peeking over the divider from where she was assisting Carina.

“No,” they both replied as Jo opened her eyes to look up at Meredith.

“Didn't the two of you agree on the name Kaitlin, for Kate?” Hayes asked, his heavy accent changing the pronunciation as he looked down at her from where he was next to Meredith, ready to receive their baby. 

“I thought you said it was gonna be a boy?” Meredith asked, looking between the two of them with raised eyebrows.

“We don’t know for sure,” Alex clarified, looking over at Meredith for a second.

“It’s a boy, I know it,” Jo said, confidently as she smiled. 

“Yeah, only because you peeked at them, on the ultrasound,” Alex said, trying to be mad at her, but failing miserably. 

“I didn't, I just know,” Jo smirked as she looked up at him. 

She thought about how even now, he joked around and played with her. He refused to stay mad at her, even though he thought she had broken their rules and peaked at the baby's gender. But worry overtook his face and his eyes betrayed him as he looked down at her. She didn't want him to worry about her. She understood him worrying about the baby. She was worried too, but she didn't want him to worry about her. 

Jo would be all right. If she lived she would be fine and if she didn't well… She had lived long enough and she finally found happiness and that had been enough for her. If that's all she got in this life, it was enough.

“You're going to be… a, a good dad,” Jo whispered, the words coming out of her slowly as she used the last of her breath to speak and a few tears escaped from the corners of her eyes. 

“And you're going to be a good mom too,” Alex said, begging her to stay in his own way as he brushed the tears from her cheek with his thumb.

She thought about never watching him be a father to their child. To watch him hold them for the first time. To watch him play with them and goof around. To watch him teach them to ride a bike and help them do their homework. To watch him teach them to drive and send them off to college. To watch him give them advice as they found their way in the world. 

She didn't want to miss it, but she feared she would. She wanted to stay too. She wanted to watch her baby grow up and do all of that with them. She wanted to be a mom more than anything. She wanted to be there for them because her mom wasn't there for her. To love them because she wasn't loved. Jo loved her baby so much more than words could ever express. More than she ever thought she could love her child. 

Yet, she was so tired. She felt like if she could just close her eyes and get some rest, then everything would be okay. But she wasn't sure if she would wake up if she did. Jo fought her heavy eyelids with everything inside of her but it felt like a losing battle. She was just too tired.

“Please, please, Jo, stay with me. I need you here,” Alex said as he leaned closer as the desperation spilled over and his eyes filled with tears.

“I'm right here,” Jo whispered again, smiling up at him. She promised him she was there, taking in this moment with him. 

“Please stay,” Alex begged her, but she couldn't promise she'd stay and changed the subject.

“As soon as this is over, I'm going to take a nap for a week and you can take care of the baby,” Jo said with a smile as he chuckled. It helped relieve some of the tension and his eyes smiled as he looked down at her. 

“When we get out of here, you can nap for as long as you want and I'll take care of the baby and you, I promise,” Alex said, smiling as he looked down at her still brushing his thumb over her cheek and she knew he would keep his promise.

“I'm here, I'm here, I have the blood,” Schmitt said, running into the OR as Jo turned her head to see the blood bags. 

“Great, let's get them hung,” Meredith said immediately, moving to help Schmitt hang the bags of blood. There was a lot, but Jo knew she needed all of it. She could still feel the blood dripping between her legs and she knew she was soaking the table underneath her. 

“Dr. Karev,” Carina said, looking over at him. “Do you want to come over here and cut the cord, I’m almost ready to pull your baby out.

“Yes,” Alex said eagerly, but he looked back at Jo.

“Go watch our baby boy be born,” Jo said with a smile.

“Our baby boy or girl,” Alex reminded her with a chuckle.

“It's a boy,” Jo said for sure. 

Alex just leaned down and placed a kiss on her forehead through his mask as Jo smiled. Then he stood up and looked over to where Carina was working inside of her. Jo smiled but she watched Alex freeze as he looked over the curtain to her open belly.

“Alex?” Jo asked, staring at him as his eyes glanced over at her. Then back to her belly, then back to her face and as the color drained from his cheeks. 

“Alex?” Meredith asked as well, looking over at him. 

“Alex!” Jo said again more insistently as he just stared at her.

But he gave them no warning before he fell to the floor.

“Alex!” Jo screamed again, picking up her head to look over at him, despite how dizzy it made her feel.

The nurses ran to him as Jo watched them swarm around where Alex had fallen, although she couldn't see him on the floor. Then Meredith appeared in front of her. “It's okay Jo, we’ve got him.”

“He's all right, he's just fainted,” one of the nurses said with a shake of her head. 

Jo sighed in relief as she laid her head back down. Alex was okay.

The next thing she knew, the cries of her child filled the room. It was a loud screaming cry, but it was the best sound Jo had ever heard. Her baby was here and they were alive and screaming. Jo looked up at Carina, but she couldn't see anything except her masked face as the curtain was too high. 

“Your baby boy is here,” Carina said, excitement filling her voice as she finally held up the baby for Jo to see. 

She looked up and saw her big baby boy. He was clenching his fists and his eyes were shut as he wailed with an open mouth. His lips were full like hers and he had her round cheeks, but he was his father's son. He was huge with a chubby stomach and chubby arms that he swung around. He also had a large Karev sized head.

“He's beautiful,” Jo said with a cry as the tears streamed out of the corners of her eyes in full force, but she smiled. 

She was so unbelievably happy and all she could focus on was her baby. She watched as Carina handed him over to Hayes, who took her baby boy over to the warmer. Jo felt a sting of sadness that Alex didn't get to cut the cord as she remembered her husband.

“Is Alex okay?” Jo asked, watching Hayes look over her baby in the warmer as his strong cry still filled the room.

“He's going to be fine, Jo,” Amelia said, although she couldn't see where they were.

The room was a buzz as nurses and doctors moved around her and Carina shouted orders for medications although Jo could barely hear them as she focused on her son. She watched Hayes wrap him up in a hospital blanket and look over at her.

“Do you want to meet your son, Jo?” Hayes asked, his eyes crinkling under his mask as he smiled.

Jo eagerly nodded as he brought the baby up to her, so they were cheek to cheek. She nearly cried in relief as she got to meet her son. Someone unstrapped one of her arms and Jo held her baby boy. 

“Hi my baby,” Jo said as she turned to kiss his cheek. 

The moment Hayes brought him over, his cry had softened and after she kissed him, he fell silent. Jo knew his eyes were closed, but she couldn't see his face. Her son, she had the baby boy she knew she would. And she loved him so much. He snuggled up next to her and she kissed him again. She couldn't wait to actually hold him in her arms and look down at his face.

“Is he okay,” Jo asked, looking up at Hayes, who nodded.

“He's absolutely perfect Jo,” Hayes said with a reassuring nod. “His APGAR scores are a perfect 10.” 

“That's good, that's good,” Jo said briefly, closing her eyes again as she felt like she could rest now. Hayes kept the baby on her cheek and she relished this moment. 

“Is that him?” Alex asked as Jo looked over to see that he was getting settled in a wheelchair, his eyes still a little foggy as he stared at them. 

“It is,” Jo said with a large beaming smile. 

“What happened?” Alex asked, rubbing the back of his head.

“You fainted,” Jo said of the little laugh. “What went wrong? I saw you staring at me and then at my belly and then you just passed out.” 

Alex just took his head, unable to take his eyes off their son. He looked down at their beautiful boy as Meredith wheeled him closer so they were both together. Alex reached out to run a finger across his cheek as well. As they both stared at the little miracle of their child.

“He's perfect,” Alex said, his eyes crinkling as he stared at their baby boy and she knew he was smiling under his mask. 

“Yeah, he's perfect,” Jo agreed, looking back at their son.

Jo closed her eyes as she felt her baby boy's hand against her cheek. She relished in this little moment together. She felt her vision going dark as sleep overtook her. But she was desperate to fight it and stay with her son. He needed her. Jo quickly opened her eyes again to see someone standing over her. 

“Stay with me, Jo,” Meredith said sternly as she looked at her.

“Where's my son?” Jo asked, turning her head to look for him. 

“He's right over there,” Meredith said, pointing to where Hayes had the newborn on the warmer again.

Jo didn't even remember him leaving her cheek. She must have slipped out of consciousness. Jo felt so tired, she just wanted to fall asleep as her eyes fluttered. Still, she mustered up the strength to glance up at Meredith again. 

“Meredith.” 

“Yeah, I'm right here Jo.” 

“Meredith,” Jo said, looking up at her again. “You have to promise me that Alex won't name our son Alex Jr. or some male version of Josephine like Joe or something.” 

“AJ is a good name, though,” Alex countered and Jo smiled, but she shook her head. 

Although it made her dizzy, she heard everybody shouting around her. She looked up to see that Schmidt was hanging more bags of blood and starting to squeeze them. She was still so tired and her legs felt very wet.

“What are you talking about, Jo? You're going to be here to pick out a name with him,” Meredith said, trying to sound lighthearted, but failing.

Jo closed her eyes before opening them again. They were so heavy and all she wanted to do was sleep. But she had to do this. “Promised me.” 

“Okay, I promise,” Meredith said with a nod.

“Where's Alex? I want Alex,” Jo demanded, she didn't want to be without him right now. 

“I'm right here, Jo,” Alex said as she looked over to see him sitting on a stool across the room, although he couldn't meet her eyes as Amelia was pointing a flashlight in them to check him.

“I want Alex,” Jo said again, losing the fight to keep her eyes open as they closed.

“Jo, Jo! Alex, get over here,” Meredith shouted, as she gripped Jo's hand and gave it a squeeze. 

“Jo, I'm here, I’m right here,” Alex said, his voice pleading with her as he held her cheek.

She managed to open her eyes and smile up at him. As Alex glanced down at her, his eyes filled with tears but still he put on a smile for her. 

“Can I hold our baby again?”

“Of course,” Alex said, glancing back at Hayes.

He had heard her request and was already bringing their baby back to her. He handed the baby to Alex who held him against her cheek. 

She smiled and looked over at Alex again. “I like the name, Leo, Leonard.”

“I like that one too,” Alex said with a smile as the tears spilled over onto his cheeks. “And for a middle name, we should do Michael or Wilson for you.”

“I like Wilson,” Jo said, glancing over at her baby as he snuggled against her cheek.

“Yeah, I like it. Leonard Wilson Karev,” Alex said, rubbing a finger against Leo's cheek.

“It's kind of a mouthful,” Jo chuckled as she looked up at him.

“Yeah, it is,” Alex agreed, but he smiled too.

“I love you and tell Luna and Leo that I love them, to the moon and… and…” Jo couldn’t finish her sentence as she was too sleepy and had to close her eyes. 

“No, Jo, please, please, don't go,” Alex begged her, but she had already closed her eyes and before she knew it she had drifted off into the darkness.

[tinfairies]

be a knight and Alicent's personal whore

Lolol I have an OC that's like that. His name is Achilles and he's Daemon and Viserys' baby brother by 15 and 21 years respectively. Achilles didn't really grow up around them since Viserys was already married to Aemma and Daemon was just downright cruel to him and sexually abused him(hush I like to project and also make Daemon a villain) So he's nothing like either brother, and as soon as he was 14 he was married to some sickly girl from a noble house in the Reach. He, Rhaenyra and Alicent have a 7 year age difference.

He and his wife never consummated their marriage, though he loved her, she was just always too weak and ill to even bathe herself let alone have sex. She died when he was 21, he remained in the Reach to mourn with her family. After Aemma's death he flies to King's Landing on his dragon Patroclus, for her funeral. He sees how absolutely chaotic Daemon is and how he is with Rhaenyra and feels sick to his stomach because he thinks that Daemon is hurting Rhaenyra.

Then Daemon makes that 'heir for a day' comment, throws his fit, is exiled, then begins causing trouble. Achilles is worried about Viserys' and Rhaenyra's safety so he joins the Kingsguard to be able to always protect them. His relationship with Viserys is very idealistic, Achilles wants to see Viserys as this kind and noble man. He hasn't really seen him since he was a child and doesn't know who Viserys really is.

He tells Rhaenyra that Daemon will only hurt her, she brushes this off. She doesn't have a close relationship with Achilles, once again he hasn't seen her since she was a toddler. She only knows her uncle through stories and name.

He also meets Alicent and is immediately captivated by her, though he holds his feelings close to him and knows that he can't have her as a member of the Kingsguard. Though he fell even harder for her when he saw her in her wedding gown. He hated how Viserys went for a girl so young, and Rhaenyra's friend of all things.

He attempted to help the girls mend their friendship but it was unsuccessful.

Achilles also of course meets Criston, they have a friendly rivalry. Achilles isn't the best with a sword and Criston trains him. In private they share a few intimate moments and hesitant kisses though it never evolves from there.

Daemon takes Rhaenyra to Flea Bottom and the rumors circle. Achilles is disgusted and fears that Rhaenyra was subject to what Daemon did to him as a child. He tries to talk to her about it, she gets mad and shuts him out. Achilles is sad about this, he just wants to keep her safe. Then Daemon is exiled once again, Achilles feels better

He's pissed when Daemon is allowed back. He starts to see that no matter what Daemon does, Viserys will forgive him. Achilles knows that he pulled the shit Daemon does, he would be sent to the wall, or executed. He's starting to understand that his brothers don't care about him and never did.

He and Alicent talk Criston down from suicide, and the three form a close bond. A hand Criston have stood outside the door for every one of Alicent's births after Aegon. Achilles was even the first one to hold baby Daeron after Alicent. That's when he confessed his love to her. He hates the way Viserys treats her, and is always holding her as she cries at night.

Alicent is very hesitant on her relationship with Achilles, only for fear of being caught. As well as the religious guilt that comes with adultery. Though how can the Gods be mad if she feels so happy in his arms?

Achilles supported Rhaenyra's claim as heir and although he knows her children are bastards, in his opinion if they have Targaryen blood they can sit the throne in the future. He does however think it's sketchy to have Luke take Driftmark since he has no Velaryon blood.

This being said, he renounces his support for her when Aemond is maimed. He saw the way she had no remorse for her baby brother, and was only concerned with her and her childrens reputation and image. His hate for Viserys finally boiled over that night when he wouldn't defend his son. Achilles all but abandoned his family that night, he told himself that he is no Targaryen if this is the way they act.

Okay okay I'm done I'm sorry for rambling about my OC lolol 😅

[shizuokadivision]

There’s an visitor at your doorstep- a very tired shrine maiden arrives bundled up in several blankets to help try and ward off the chill outside. 

She’s half asleep when you answer the door.

“Happy birthday!”

She’s holding several gifts in her hands, all with fairly decorative wrapping paper.

From Himari you received several hand made gowns- these took her literally months to make. All tailored to fit Reika perfectly thanks to Himaris previous experience fixing Reikas old clothes. Perfect for a night out on the town- or for a night spent indoors killing your husband.

There’s also a note 

“If needed I do dry cleaning- you’re already one of my priority customers so just give me a call. Happy birthday Reika-san!” - MARI

From Rinko you received a few expensive looking bottles of wine, some cheese and some sweets. 

There’s also a note 

“I didn’t know what to get you- im sorry if these seem a little bit informal. Happy birthday Reika-san” - Rinko

From Kyoko you received some jewelry. 

“The locket is normal I promise- see”

Inside the locket is a picture of Kyoko and Reika- it was took the last time Kyoko was in Shizuoka.

Additionally there’s another necklace with a small bottle and a bracelet that has a secret place to hide poison.

“Happy birthday big sis Reika- I mean miss reika…oh who am i kidding it’s no secret” Kyoko giggles “Yeah…i see you like a big sister”

Reika raised an eyebrow. A visitor? Few people ever willingly visited her for good reason. Opening the door Reika smiled brightly at the young girl on the other side. “Kyoko!” Reika greeted happily at the sight of the shrine maiden. Ushering the girl inside and away from the cold. “I wasn't expecting you.”

Gingerly taking the gifts from her, she took a moment to admire all of them before setting them down on the nearby table.

Picking up one of the gowns from Himari, Reika had no doubt that they would fit her perfectly. She expected nothing else from the blonde-haired woman. Placing the stunning gown against her Reika couldn't help but give a little twirl. Unable to hold her laugh as she watched the gown twirl around with her. 

Gently placing the gown down, she made a mental note to properly thank Himari for the gift. 

Moving on to Rinko’s gift, Reika gave a huge smile as she saw the assortment of goodies. Never one to deny her love of food she had spent one too many nights as a child going to bed hungry for that although she made a note to hide the sweets, especially from Kanon. That woman as much as she would never say it had a sweet tooth stronger than some of the children Reika knew. Oh well, Kanon wasn't getting any part of her gift anytime soon.

Setting the gift down with a smile, she went on to the next and last present.

Reika reconzed the photo. It had been taken in her garden where she had been teaching Kyoko some of the tricks of her “trade”. Looking at the other jewelry Reika’s grin could be only described as snake-like as she thought about which poisons would be perfect for the hidden compartment. 

Setting the collection down, Reika turned to the younger girl and gave her a smile. “Thank you for the presents, Kyoko,” It was then that Reika paused at what Kyoko had called her. She was quick to wrap the shrine maiden in a hug. “I don’t mind that you call me big sis,” Reika assured her patting her head.

“Now why don’t you stay for a while, and rest up for a bit, I’ll call Himari and tell her where you are. I have some tea that you might enjoy.”

Thank you for the gift!

[katefiction]

All About Is in The Bahamas

by Martha

Disclaimer: This is an adult fanfiction. If you're uncomfortable with this type of stories, you may not read. I enjoyed writing it so much. I hope the readers enjoy as much as I did <3

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I looked at the reflection of my husband on the mirror. Even though he tried to hide, his lustful eyes weren't unnoticed by me. I love when I notice that look of him on me. 

It was our last night of Caribbean tour. We just got back from the evening reception by the Bahamas government. Despite the whole tour was smeared by the hateful media, we considered these 8 days as our second honeymoon! Although William seemed really upset since the evening but after the reception ended successfully with a brilliant speech from him, he couldn't be happier. I was so proud of him once again when he gave his speech. And his sweetest smile at me during the speech, I loved it more than anything...

William was taking off his shirt now. I shamelessly watched his bare toned back and muscular arms. Shivers ran down through my spine, a feeling that never gets old.

- 'Would you help me with the dress, babe?,' I asked him quietly. He looked back and smiled - 'That would be my pleasure, Your Royal Highness!,' he said and came closer to me. I trembled as his hands touched my back while pulling down the zip. And I knew it wasn't because his hands were cold but my hormones became a mess by that time, I also knew that the same happened to him! We both have been a mess even before and during the reception and couldn't wait until we get home and grab on each other's! I could see his growing bulge when he first saw me in the gown. I was already turned on since then and I knew how turned on he was when his hand slipped from my back down to my butt, forgetting that we were still in public, at a reception thrown for us in a foreign country!

- 'May I?,' he whispered as looking into my eyes through the mirror. 

I nodded and he didn’t wait a moment before slowly pulling the sleeves down through my arms. The satin fabric brushed my nipples, large and hard from desire and fell down near my waist. 

- 'I loved your dress tonight,' William whispered as bringing his lips on my neck. I barely could breath as he placed wet kisses all over my neck and shoulders.

- 'You looked like my real life Cinderella, Catherine...,' he whispered. 

I love when his husky voice call my actual name while we get lost into the world of steamy passion!

- 'But I loved it more now while taking it off...,' William added before licking behind my earlobe. It tickled and I giggled. But I had to stop soon as the roughness of my husband's face went down my body, his lips to my throat and eventually stopped on my cleavage, I moaned. He started to play with me now, seeing how I was on the verge of wanting him more and more! He didn't make another move until I turned around and got up. My dress slowly fell down on my feet in front of his mischievous eyes! I was almost naked now, except my thongs and the necklace. I stepped out of the dress, - 'Why did you stop?,' I asked as approaching him and put my arms around his neck. He smirked and held my waist and slowly his hands slipped towards my butts.

- 'You didn't seem to want more,' he said.

'Don't play, Mr. Cambridge...,' I whispered - 'If I join the game, you'll lose!'

- 'Oh yeah?,' William whispered - 'I hate losing, Mrs. Cambridge.. I am your super competitive husband, remember'

And before I could say another word, he slipped his left hand inside my thongs and pushed three fingers into my wetness! I couldn't help but let out a loud moan that probably echoed throughout the hallway of the hotel floor we were staying! God! I still can't take when he does that. His lips started exploring me again. It didn't stop this time and he took my right nipple into his mouth while his right hand kneaded the other breast. All I could do was whispering his name. I dug my nails into his back when I felt his warm breath between my thighs...

- 'You won't be needing that,' William said as he pulled down my thongs and smiled before placed his mouth into my entrance. He licked up and down slowly and pushed his warm tongue inside. Ah! That feeling! My whole body shivered as I tried to keep balance holding his shoulders. Lifting me up, he wrapped my legs around his waist. I could feel the pressure of his erected manhood against my stomach and couldn't stop myself from kissing him on lips hard. I don't get dominant when we have sex. I enjoy giving the control away to him. I let his lips engulfed mine. He put me down on the wooden table while our lips were still locked. We were out of breath when we stopped the kiss. My shaky hands worked on his belt buckles and promptly pulled those trousers down along with his boxers. I had to close my eyes! Yes, I do, even after all these years! William chuckled before lowering his face and kissing every inch of my stomach. He started going up to my naked body. My hands went up to touch him but he pinned my arms against the table. I let out a sigh.

- 'God... I love you, my beautiful wife,' he whispered and kissed all over my breasts and teased my nipples with his tongue.

- 'Fuck me already!,' I groaned underneath my uneven breath. 

He smirked dirtily - 'We've got the whole night... Why so hurry?,' he said and wrapped his lips around my right nipples once again and bit down lightly, hard enough to make me scream of pleasure. He pinched and rolled my other nipple between his thumb and index finger and sent unbelievable spirit through all my body.

- 'FUCK, WILLIAM!,' I screamed shamelessly!

- 'Hshh.. They could hear you, babe,' William whispered and I moaned loudly as he slowly went inside of me at the same time, for the 6th time during this 2nd honeymoon! He went halfway and pulled back. I lifted my head up to look at him - 'Stop playing!,' I commanded only to see his smirk again.

He pushed inside again slowly but made sure so that I could feel every moment his entering! I freed my arms from his grip and pulled his face closer. We kissed hard once again as he pushed every inch of him inside me. 

- 'Faster...,' I moaned and bit down on his lower lip. He obliged. He kissed down my neck and throat hard and I knew he was going to leave dark pink marks there. I wanted them! I love those marks. His thurst became even faster and I had to arch my back off the table to take those thursts! He drilled deeper and harder.

- 'I hope I'm not hurting you,' he whispered as rubbing my clit by his thumb and kissed on the crook of my neck. Hurt? No, that was pain from paradise! He hit my g-spot again and again with his tip and rubbed my clit until his hand was covered with my fresh cum.

With one last thurst, hours later, he collapsed, lay heavy on me. By then, we both were sweating and panting hard. We chuckled as looking into each other's eyes.

- 'The table hurts, Wills,' I whispered as caressing his cheek.

- 'Oh.. Damn... I'm so sorry,' he said as trying to catch his breath and lifted me up, bridal style.

  Finally, the bed! I rolled close to him and he pulled me into his chest.

- 'I guess it's not too late to do it again!,' I whispered after a few minutes. 

William looked at me and laughed dirtily as intertwining his legs with mine and slowly entered his manhood into me...

The bathtub got filled with warm water and bubbles and I stepped into it. I sighed with satisfaction. The night has been amazing. I leaned back and closed my eyes as the bubbles tickled my sore nipples.

- 'Is there space for two?'

I startled with his voice and opened my eyes to find him standing in front of me with his toned, masculine, naked structure, a blissful sight to watch!

- 'You'll fit!,' I said and he stepped inside the tub, sat behind me. His still erected shaft poked my butts as I leaned against him. His hands slowly went up through my waist and eventually stopped as cupping my breasts. I moaned quietly as he massaged them over and over again. They fit perfectly in his hands. The feel of his huge hands over them has always been heavenly. He caressed the nipples with his thumbs. I wanted to give him back the pleasure. So I took his shaft into my hand and stroked it gently until he hissed and bit down my neck as squeezing my breasts...

I shivered a bit under the duvet. We were too tired and too lazy to put any clothes on. William took me into his arms and smashed me into his chest. The blond on his chest rubbed my nipples and made me giggle. He caressed my back with his fingers and kissed me on forehead - 'Thank you,' he whispered in tired voice after getting collapsed for the third time that night. I couldn't even whisper anything.

- 'Sleep tight, Baby'

~THE END~

[kane69kane]

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[notjohnlegere]

ive been listening to ‘manhattan’ by sara bareilles and the line “you can have manhattan cause i cant have you” and i thought you’re the perfect writer to write an angst about this!!! 🥺🥺

This is one of my all time favorite songs. I was actually already writing a fic inspired by it when you sent in this ask! What a coincidence! I listen to this song on repeat in the wintertime.

Because the fic was already basically done when you sent this, it does have a happy ending. So it’s not full angst.

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He’s My Home

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He’s My Home

Timothée Chalamet x Reader

timmy and reader have a complicated relationship. angst transpires, but in the end, it’s meant to be. part two here.

*obligatory mobile formatting apology*

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You stood on the sidewalk in front of your apartment building. Your, now, old apartment building. It was a bittersweet moment. So many memories and good times came from that apartment. Now those memories seemed too distant. They no longer made you feel warm inside, now they hurt.

You remembered the first time you visited this city with your then boyfriend. You were from a small town, you had always dreamed about seeing the hustle and bustle of the big city, and he had promised to take you. As soon as you set foot on the pavement, you felt at home. You felt so alone, yet so connected. Everything was larger than life, yet perfectly sized to your heart. It took your breath away. You had spent that entire vacation week with him and New York City. She and he had both taken your heart quicker than you’d ever be willing to admit. He showed you everything. The touristy side of things, of course, but he also showed you all of his favorite places. His sneaky hideaway spots. He showed you New York through his eyes, which only made it that much better. You had been there for 3 days when you finally had opened up to him.

“I want to move here.” You had said, lying on your back in his bed. His apartment. His building. His city.

“Really?” He replied. His hand was in yours and his fingers rubbed lazy circles on your knuckles.

“Yeah.” You said. “I feel like this—I feel like this is what my heart has been missing.”

“Are you sure your heart hasn’t been missing me?”

That was also the first night you had made love to him. It had been magical and everything felt right. You moved to town not even 2 months later and your relationship with him and the city blossomed beyond what you ever imagined. Although, as life would have it, all good things must come to an end.

When you first saw him with her, you thought nothing of it. He was yours, you were his, that was that. You had no reason to not be trusting of his brand new costar. You were going to be seeing a lot of her, and you wanted to get along with her.

You invited her shopping with you, bought her lunch, tried your best to have a good time with her. You didn’t click, though. She was so catty, so rude to you. So you stayed away. You put space between the two of you, and you silently hoped the rest of your boy’s filming would go by fast. Every chance he got he was home in your arms, you had no doubts about him. Her, on the other hand, you had your doubts about.

Vicious messages, dirty looks from across the room, even sabotaging your dress you wanted to wear to the cast’s dinner event to support Timmy. She was pure evil to you. You kept your mouth shut as long as you possibly could, you wanted so badly to not cause any trouble, but when you saw your gorgeous gown destroyed—that was the last straw. It was his favorite color, you had bought it months ago and had it tailored to fit your every curve, you were so excited for him to see it. And because of her all of that had been shot to hell.

My god how you hated her. Hate was something you reserved for special occasions, you never held hate in your heart, but this was different. She was so much better than you in every way and she knew that. She knew exactly how to get to you. She knew exactly how to get to Timmy. Your Timmy.

It was an innocent dance at the cast’s dinner event. They weren’t even close. Timothée had agreed when he was asked because he was such a gentleman, you knew that. But that didn’t make it sting less. The smirk she had shot your way when she noticed you looking at the two of them—it made you sick. You had already felt terribly ugly in your last minute dress, and when you saw how beautiful she looked in his favorite color, you had started to cry.

You had run out, hoping no one saw, but everyone saw. Your boy chased after you and he stopped you in the hallway, only to not believe a word you said.

“Surely she wouldn’t do that, baby. I’m sure it’s a misunderstanding.”

“It’s not a misunderstanding! She hates me! She ruined my dress!”

“She didn’t even have access to our wardrobe, you’re just all worked up. I’m sure she doesn’t hate you.”

“She’s been texting me vile things all week, Timothée!”

“That’s not even her number. I don’t know who’s doing that-“

“I’m not crazy! Why are you defending her?!”

“I didn’t say you were crazy. And I’m saying this because she’s my friend. I don’t want-“

“And I’m your girlfriend, Timothée! Or is she?!”

You had run out and that was the last time you saw or spoke to him. You had texted him that night never to speak to you again and immediately regretted it, but you knew it was for the best. He could go be with her and be happy. He wouldn’t have you holding him back anymore.

Now, here you were, two weeks later, leaving your city and your boy behind. You couldn’t bear to stay here without him. It felt too empty, even on the most crowded streets. This was his city. It had never belonged to you, you were simply a wanderer. And now it was your turn to wander on. You can keep your fucking city, Chalamet. I don’t want it anymore.

You took one last look at your building before turning away. You got in a yellow cab, and it drove you away one last time. This was it. Goodbye New York City. Goodbye Timothée Hal Chalamet.

*

Six months went by fast. You were settling in to your new job nicely. You were in a small town again, much resembling the one you were from, although it didn’t feel like home. You had gotten a small rental home and a roommate. You made it work, even if it wasn’t ideal for you.

He was everywhere. On tv, on magazine covers, on your social media. His life was booming beyond belief, and yours had slowed down nearly to a halt. He was thriving, you were withering. You braced yourself for the day you would have to see him with another woman. The thought made you sick to your stomach.

“Hey!” Your coworker shouted your name across the room. “Come here for a second!”

“Hm?” You hummed. You got up from your desk and walked over to your coworker, Naomi’s, desk. “Where the hell did you find that?”

“Is it actually you?” She sounded surprised. “I didn’t know if it was or not. But he just posted it. Like 20 minutes ago.”

“What?”

“Look.” She showed you her phone. You felt lightheaded. “Are you okay?”

“I- uh- excuse me.” You said and went back to your desk. You picked up your phone and opened Instagram. Surely it’s some cruel joke. You thought.

But no, there it was. Right there. Posted 21 minutes ago on his Instagram account. A photo of him holding you while you were asleep. You were hiding your face in the crook of his neck. He didn’t post a caption, he rarely did anymore. But he didn’t need a caption. You knew exactly what he meant.

You excused yourself to take your lunch break early and ran outside. You called him.

“Hello?” He answered on the first ring. He was waiting on your call.

“Timmy.”

“Come home.” Was the only phrase he uttered, barely above a whisper. You put him on speaker. You were already looking up flights on your phone.

“I’m on my fucking way.”

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ao3 is johnlegere, find my fics there too. requests are open, send one in my ask box! hope you enjoyed :)!

[ravenclaw-daydreams]

𝐭𝐨𝐬𝐬 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐢𝐧 | 𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐚

Warnings: Smut!! (18+ pretty please), language, adult themes.

Summary: Toss a coin to your witcher...

A/n: I would let this man do absolutely anything he wanted to me. :)

𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 small feet patted across the chamber, your feet molding to the cobblestone underneath your skin with every gentle step. Your slip gently caressed your body, the extra fabric flowing after you like a veil.

When he finally came into view, you had to do everything to restrain your throat from releasing a small 'aww' at the sight. There, slightly stirring, was your witcher, cuddled up under blankets to keep warm from the biting weather outside.

Bottles of rum and other liquor rested on the small table beside the bed, signaling that he was enjoying his time off before having to march off in the early hours of the morning to fight whatever monstrosity there was left to fight.

But for now, he was yours until he left again, all of him, every part. It might sound selfish if you said it out loud, but you wanted him all to yourself. To keep him in the confines of your chamber. All yours.

Alas, the Witcher could never be a caged bird, no matter how hard you wished he could be, but the nights like these made the time he was away from you all the more worth it.

You wreaked of elegance. Something that your Witcher strictly was not. Your slip looked like it was spun out of moonlight, the pure white tone almost glowing. Your hair was untamed, but neat all the same. You smelled like roses and chamomile. A goddess... perhaps that was why Geralt would continue to come back to you.

Silently, you approached his bed, gently uncovering his bear-like body, hoping he wouldn't stir because of the sudden temperature change. You simply crawled onto the bed, gently straddling his nude hips, letting your evening gown slip its way down your shoulder, exposing your upper half, your breasts now fully exposed, nipples now pebbled due to the chilled air that circulated the room.

You were in a playful mood, leaning over slightly, feeling your breasts lightly graze against his collarbone, only proving how much bigger he was than you in size, your lips placing soft butterfly-like kisses across his face. You scattered your lips over his scars, his eyelids, and lastly his forehead.

When you finally pulled back, blazing golden eyes met your own.

You gasped lowly in surprise, your hopes of him not waking yet shattered.

"You missed your queue," you smirked, your smile almost like a drug to the man underneath you.

"Forgive me. Although, I would be more than delighted to start from the beginning," he growled playfully, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into his chest.

You giggled like a small child, before letting him flip you over, his hulking body now hovering over yours as he leaned down and gave you a passionate kiss on the lips, full of flame and desire.

Letting him slip his tongue into your mouth, your lips went pliant as you let him take what he wanted— what he needed. His hands roamed your body shamelessly, feeling every curve up like he was experiencing you for the first time.

His lips traveled to your neck and you wrapped your arms around what you could, one hand traveling up to his hair and grasping onto it as he sucked a brand new purple mark onto your flesh.

"You body," he grumbled in a thunderous and deep tone against the skin of your neck, "It never gets old."

You whined at his praise, the heat between your thighs warming up your body as you tried to rub your thighs together for friction, which didn't go unnoticed by Geralt.

"Aww, hush," he smirked, a devilish glint in his eyes, "Patience is a virtue that looks good on you."

You gave a small huff, but your attitude was promptly cut of by the sound of tearing fabric, your evening gown now nothing but sheds of cloth as the man above you tossed them to the side.

Just as you were about to protest, he pressed your lips to his eagerly, his hands exploring your breasts as you felt his skin fully pressed to yours, his height pinning you down as your eyes closed. The kiss was stealing your breath away.

You did your best to take back your stolen air when he pulled away, looking down at you with so much admiration, you thought you might burst.

“Take me, Witcher. Make me yours,” you pleaded, but unbeknownst to you, you already were his. Completely and undeniably.

But it became apparent that he needed to prove it. A love such as his needed to be described by not only words but also by touch. His one true love. A purpose. Something he longed for to couple with his chaotic, dutiful lifestyle.

“My dear. You already are,” the snow-whites of his teeth caught the firelight, his lips pulling back, a smile gracing his gruff features, “my perfect little dove.”

His hand gently grazed your cheek before you felt him line himself up with your aching, soaked core, and he huffed in amusement when he heard your breath hitch.

A beautiful flower all to himself. To please his cock, to keep him warm, to love him like no other could.

Slowly, you felt his tip pierce your veil. No matter how many times he had been inside you, it always felt like he was opening you up for the first time. You hissed, Geralt placing a comforting kiss to the tip of your nose.

Little by little, he pushed his large length into you, muttering praise and kissing you gently every time you made even the slightest noise of distress.

Finally; finally he was pushed in as far as he could go, your cunt gripping onto him like a vice as he took a moment to let you breathe and adjust, something he rarely did.

“Your so radiant. How could I have ever thought to pass up something like you?” You heard him say, which lead you to wonder if he truly meant to say it out loud.

Leaning over, his lips attached to your neck once again, licking and nibbling the dark spots littered across your skin. New, old, it didn’t matter.

“My perfect girl,” you felt him smile against your skin.

Suddenly, you felt him begin to unsheathe himself from your core, all the way to his tip, before slipping himself back in just as slowly as he took himself out.

You mewled at his actions, your nails digging into his back as he started a slow, calculated rhythm, taking you in the most delicious way possible.

All the while he muttered words of tenderness into your skin, “You always feel so perfect around me. Like you were made for me, my favorite body to lose myself in.”

This which was true. After the things he’s seen and done in his life, you were his faultless escape, a reminder of how beautiful life really could be.

Unhurriedly, (and almost unnoticeably), his pace began to pick up, his grunts and groans of pleasure mingling with your higher pitched moans and whines melodically, an ideal song of pleasure and passion.

Soon enough, he began to pound into you, and that was the point your brain went haywire, your moans increasing in volume as he took you selfishly. You scratched harshly into his back.

This only drove him to continue. The mixture of pleasure and pain was a perfect combination of everything he seemed to seek after.

Your fingers moved up his back, now into his tangled platinum mane, and he growled, his thrusts becoming harsher, driving himself into you vice like it was the last thing he would ever do.

"G-Geralt!" you moaned, your voice stuttering due to the brute force of his frantic, unrelenting, and punishing thrusts, "I- I lo-ve you!" your weak voice yipped, and everything stopped dead.

When you opened your eyes, you found his, his yellow eyes like a tiger's as he stared at you with a look you couldn't read. It was a spur-of-the-moment thing. But maybe that wasn't all that was.

"My dear, you have no idea how long I've longed to hear those words fall from your lips." he sighed, leaning down and capturing your soft lips with his.

Without warning, his thrusts resumed, and your world fell back into a spiral of pleasure once again.

"Say it again," he groaned into your ear, his deep voice like thunder, sending chills down your spine.

"I love you," you said with more confidence, a look of determination and lust crossing your features, Geralt watching as it did.

With renewed vigor, his pace resumed, the tip of his shaft banging into your g-spot with every brutish hit, your arms wrapped desperately around his large frame, nails digging into his scars and breath becoming ragged.

Suddenly, you felt the coil inside you tighten to the point it was almost painful, knowing that you were about to let go. Geralt understood the signs, sometimes you were convinced that he knew more about your own body than you did.

"Cum for me, petal, I want to feel you," he grunted, wiggling his hand down where both of your sweaty torsos conjoined until his large thumb found your dainty pearl.

He rubbed it in tight, quick circles as your eyes finally rolled back, your body shaking violently as you felt your sight turn a bright white. You fell into a state of ecstasy as he continued to rock you through it, the tightening of your slick cunt driving him over the edge, his balls constricting as he came deep inside of you.

You mewled at the warmth that bloomed in your core, Geralt's lips going into the crease of your neck, leaving soft kisses everywhere he could reach as you slowly found yourself coming back down to Earth.

Soon, all that could be heard were the soft breaths of the two lovers that laid exhausted on the bed. You loved the feeling of him in your arms as he did everything not to crush you, the white of his hair mingling with the tangles of yours.

Finally, he lifted himself out of you and you let out a whimper as he tried to ease the discomfort with a kiss to the nose. He flopped to the side of you, immediately pulling you in.

He held you tightly as you rested your head on his chest, his fingers gently trailing up and down your exposed arm. And you both sat in silence, reveling in the love you shared for one another.

"I missed you," you finally muttered, feeling your lover let out a low 'hmm' above you.

"As have I."

You opened your mouth to say something, but you stopped yourself, not knowing how he would react; if he would get offended.

"No, speak your mind, girl."

His commanding tone sent you straight to submission as you felt his fingers tilt your chin up to look at him.

"I'm just... afraid you won't be here when I wake up in the morning. The bed gets so cold, and I-"

You were cut off with a quick kiss to your lips, "Everything I do, I do for you. I used to only do what I did for coin, nothing more. But for you, I use the coin to take care of both you and I, the future that you and I both want."

"Truly?" you questioned.

"Truly," the witcher replied, sincerity lacing his voice, "After all, you said you loved me. Couldn't give that up, could I?" he smirked.

You tuned red, "No, it would be a shame if you did."

Geralt let out a chuckle at this, "You're stuck with me."

"I wouldn't have it any other way."

[letarasstuff]

"I don't wanna leave you, Daddy"

(A/N): This was requested by an Anon and it's based on this concept. I hope you are ready for the feels.

Summary: Hotch's daughter is an introvert. A quiet one. But why does she go even quieter after her mother's death?

Warnings: So much hurt. Angst. Fluff. It's bitter sweet.

Wordcount: 2.3k

✨Masterlist✨ _____________________________

(Y/N) never really was an outgoing person. Even since she was able to walk and talk, she still clung to her parents. She refused to play on the playground when other children were there. Socializing was just not her thing. Her parents were sure that she would never be the person to stand up and perform on stage spontaneously. And it is ok.

This doesn’t really change when Jack comes around. Sure, as he grows older and more capable of things (Y/N) plays with him. But it really seems like he is the only one around her age she is not afraid to befriend.

Aaron and Haley reassure themselves that their daughter will find friends in elementary school. After all this is an institution where many children go to and there also are adults trained for helping them coming along. She definitely will find at least one other kid to hang out with regularly and learn how to be a proper child. Because as of right now (Y/N) is more like a little adult, taking responsibilities, like watching over her little brother, she doesn’t need to do voluntarily. Maybe she will be more messy, rebellious, anything but a perfect child.

But this doesn’t exactly happen. (Y/N)’s teachers are really happy with her. Every parent-teacher conference is about how well and polite she is, always behaving good and following the rules. Sadly, they don’t have any good news regarding her social life. It’s not that she doesn’t get along with her classmates, it’s just that she isn’t able to strike up a conversation or is very good at keeping one long enough that a kid is interested in her.

Knowing that (Y/N) is mostly quiet in her school days, Aaron makes it a habit to bring her more often to the office. She surprisingly warms quickly up to his team and whenever she is around them the girl is an unstoppable tornado running loose around the bullpen.

This is kind of how she grows up until the age of middle school. (Y/N) learns some social skills and makes a few friends over the last few years. Unfortunately these friendships are not as deep as the parents wish, still it’s better than nothing.

Things get difficult when Aaron and Haley start to separate. It never is easy when parents fall out of love and it is not only difficult for Jack to see his father not as often as he used to, considering he still is a toddler needing both parents. Especially (Y/N), who is more of a daddy’s girl than a mommy’s girl, suffers from the situation at home.

Of course it’s hard on her to not see her father for a week or two at a time, but ever since her parents are going on parted ways she sees him at most one weekend every three weeks. This also changes her social life dramastically.

“(Y/N), don’t you wanna do something with your friends? You can invite them over for the weekend”, Haley suggests after watching her daughter not going out with somebody outside of school for several days. For the past two weeks the ten year old just comes home, does her homework and puts her nose in one of the books her Uncle Spencer recommended.

The girl only looks up at her mother to shake her head. “Why not, Sweetie? I haven’t seen William and John in so long. Are you still friends with them?” (Y/N) nods again. “So what is it? Are you guys fighting?” Haley sits down next to her on her bed.

“No, they just-just don’t know about this. I don’t want to tell them. And I want to stay home. It’s ok how it is right now”, she admits. Her mother’s heart breaks at that statement.

In this moment she realizes that anything a parent does has immediate consequences for the children. “I’m sorry, Sweetie. I didn’t know this is so hard for you. Maybe you can talk to them over the next few days about it, I think it’ll help you. Do you want to watch a film with me for now? Jack has a sleepover at a friend’s. We can do a girl’s night. We hadn’t had one in a long time.”

(Y/N)’s eyes light up at that. “With all the candy in the world?” Haley smiles at the newfound excitement. “Of course. Anything you want.”

From only seeing Aaron every now and then it suddenly turns to not knowing when she will see him next. After George Foyet ambushes him and makes his family into the next target, (Y/N), her brother and her mother have to go into witness protection.

The goodbye at the hospital is painful and filled with tears. “But Dad, I don’t want to leave you. I’ll miss you too much. I don’t like not seeing you. And what about you? You will be more lonely and-and I can’t leave you”, she confesses, sobbing into him.

Hotch has to hold his own tears back. He doesn’t want to come over as stoic, but as the strong father figure he always tries to be. “Honey, I know I’ll miss you so much. You have to be strong for your mother. This will not be easy and I know it. I promise to do my best to get all of you back as soon as possible, ok? Please be good for your mother and behave. We all need to work together for you to get back fast and safely.”

(Y/N) continues to cry into his hospital gown. Aaron can’t help it and dissolves in tears himself while trying to calm her down. “Shh, Honey. Everything will be fine. I’m so so sorry for all this. I never wanted something like this to happen. Shh, we will see each other real soon. The team and I will do our best. Just please, don’t cry. Please, it all will be better. I can’t let you go without seeing your beautiful laugh for one last time.”

“I don’t wanna leave you, Daddy. I-I wanna stay with you and Uncle Dave and Auntie JJ and Uncle Spencer and Uncle Der and Auntie Penny and Auntie Em. I’m scared you won’t be fine when we come back.”

It’s needless to say that nobody cracked even a smile that day.

Going into witness protection made Haley worry about Jack especially. He is just four years old and she isn’t sure how much he understands about what’s going on. Surprisingly the boy gets accustomed to the situation pretty fast. Of course he misses his father and his people from school, but he is also quick to meet new ones in the town they moved to.

(Y/N) has bigger problems. New school. New kids. New everything.

“Maybe you can see it as a fresh start. Here is nobody you know. You can be whoever you want to be. I can take you shopping and you can try out a new style”, her mother tries to make the situation sound advantageous to her. But the girl dryly answers: “When somebody doesn’t like me how I am now, how will they like an act?”

Sam Kassmeyer regularly reports back to Aaron about his family’s well being. “Jack is thriving. His teachers describe him as a bundle of joy. (Y/N) slowly gets acclimated to the change. Haley told me she started making friends with a girl in their neighborhood. I already ran a background check and the family is clean.”

Hotch lets out a sigh of relief. He turns towards the image on Penelope’s monitor. “Happy fifth birthday, Buddy.”

A few weeks after that it seems like the events overturn each other.

Foyet coming back. Kassmeyer getting tortured. Foyet finding Haley and the children. Them coming back to their house. The call. Working the case with Jack. The gunshot. The fighting noises. Hotch opening the box and hugging both of his children, relieved to see them alive.

The following weeks are difficult for the now smaller family. They mostly consist of watching videos of happy memories and talking about their feelings. Although it’s more like Jack talking about his feelings, (Y/N) went mostly silent ever since their mother’s death. This worries her father more than anything.

Two months have gone by. “Hey Honey, I’m going into the office today. Do you wanna come with me, stay at home or go to school? Anything is fine by me”, he asks her softly, kneeling beside her chair at the table. The girl is munching on her cereal halfheartedly.

“Can I come to the office?” (Y/N) asks in a hoarse voice. It’s actually the first time in four days that Aaron hears her voice. A small smile forms on his face. “Of course, that’s nice. Aunt Penny is asking me after her favorite Hotchner for days on end now. And Uncle Spencer got a stack of books he has for you to read.”

His daughter nods and quickly gets ready. They are soon on their way to Quantico after dropping Jack off at daycare. “How are your classmates? Do you like the new school?” They decided to send (Y/N) to a different school. She couldn’t bear the thought of only being the girl whose Mom died because of a serial killer.

“It’s fine. There are a few girls who are really nice. I think we can be friends. Mo-” She suddenly cuts herself off. Aaron glances over at her. “Continue, Sweetheart. Just tell me what’s on your mind”, he tries to encourage her.

The girl hesitates before following her father’s advice. “Mom would have liked them,” she mumbles. It’s quiet for a few seconds. Hotch is looking for a suitable answer. After all it’s the first time she talked about her mother since her death. “I’m sure of it, Honey. Maybe you can invite them over and I can get to know them. Think about it, no pressure of course.” (Y/N) nods to indicate that she heard him.

Not long later they enter the bullpen. “There she is! My little Hotchner! How you doing, Baby?” Derek asks her and envelopes her into a hug. But she only shrugs her shoulders. This goes on for the rest of the day. Whenever anyone talks to her, the only answer is given by her body language.

Hotch watches helplessly Spencer trying to engage in a conversation with her. His arms and hands are waving around. (Y/N) though just looks at him without being really there mentally. It seems like she is lost in her own thoughts, like it happened so often over the last few months.

“Have you tried talking to her about it?” Dave asks, sitting down on the chair opposite of him. Aaron looks at him funny. “Of course. But (Y/N) is just not ready to talk about Haley and everybody grieves differently. I can’t force her to speak, Dave.”

The older agent leans back in his seat. “I don’t think she needs to talk about her. This probably is too soon. She needs to talk about you. The changes.” After a short pause, in which the other one still doesn’t get the point, Rossi continues. “That little girl just lost her mother. She is scared to lose her father, the one with the high risk job. I think that is enough to talk about.”

This occupies the agent for the remainder of the day. Aaron was so invested in fulfilling both parent roles, that he forgot that he is just a father. The man his children go to when they have a nightmare. The one, who is more lenient than their mother. He can’t be both ones. He can’t be two people in one.

A kid trusts a mother and a father usually. And he can’t be mother and father at once. Hotch has to accept the fact. The fact that (Y/N) and Jack are going to grow up without a mother. But luckily not without mother figures.

Later that day, after tucking Jack in, Aaron knocks on his daughter’s door. A small “Come in!” echoes back to him. He enters her room and spots (Y/N) already in her bed reading a book Spencer gave her today.

“Hey, do you have time before it’s lights out?” He asks, still wanting to give her the upper hand on this. The girl nods and scoots over for her father to take a place. He lays next to her, pulling his daughter into a hug.

“I know I can’t promise it. Coming back to you every time. You know it as much as I do. But I promise you to try anything and everything in the books. You guys keep me going.” Tears roll over both of their faces.

“I-I just”, (Y/N) moves her head onto his chest to sob into it, “Just don’t wanna lose you, too. I-I don’t think I-I can’t be the girl, who doesn’t have a mother AND a father. C-can you stop that from happening?” Hotch has to wipe his eyes before answering.

“I-I try to keep that from happening, Honey. I promise.”

This is how they fall asleep, squished in a twin bed close to each other. In the morning they both are overheated and got a visitor during the night. Jack wakes them up, asking why they had a sleepover without him.

This morning is the first time Aaron sees (Y/N) smiles since day zero.

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[versadies]

hello! congrats on 1k, i saw that you opened an event so i would like to try and join in!

Capricorn + Jean and Beidou + any hcs! + either fluff or angst (you can decide whichever <3)

unexpected (hc scenario, mermaid au and royal au)

penpal: ty for requesting !! hope you don't mind me making this request into an au hc <3

prompt: capricorn the sea-goat, first word soulmate au

pairing/s: jean x gn!reader, beidou x gn!merman/mermaid!reader

sypnosis: hc on how you unexpectedly meet your soulmate.

includes: mermaid!au in beidou's part, royal!au in jean's part, no angst just fluff, grammar error

while the soulmate system exists in teyvat, so do merfolks.

merfolks have been known as a myth among the nations, with no signs of their existence that's known to humans.

however, it's the complete opposite in the sea.

as a merfolk, you've heard numerous tales of those who are above the ocean.

whether it'd be haunting myths, stories of merfolk meeting man, and so on– you grew up to despise them, always hearing the same thing in all the tales everyone had spilled on you: when a human meets a merfolk, unfortune will arrive upon the merfolk.

so when your peers started gushing and dreamily talk about encountering a human after a romance tale between a mermaid and a human arises around the seas, you were astounded. how come people change their minds so quickly after reading some fantasy?

being destined with a human is a terrifying thought for you.

the elders would reassure you that such possibility is rare for everyone in the sea, telling you that the infamous tale is nothing but just fiction.

that eased your mind a bit,

until you came across to her.

while hanging out with your friends, one of them dared to swim towards the nearest land with everyone following much to your dismay. of course, being worried of the consequences they'll face, you decided to follow as well to keep an eye on them minutes after they left you alone.

due to losing sight of them, you had no idea where they went and continue to swim straight ahead, hoping that they're not far ahead.

which led you to where you are now, hiding behind the stones and take a peek of the shore, trying to spot your merfriends by the area.

unnoticed by you, a person is slowly sneaking behind you.

"well isn't this interesting," your eyes widens from the sudden voice of the stranger, causing you to turn around and see a human.

without hesitation, you immediately turn away from the human's eyes and swam back to the ocean, ignoring the calls of the brown-haired woman who was trying to get you to come back to the shore.

as soon as you finally see the familiar silhouette of the city, you slow yourself down and try to calm yourself, your heart pacing faster than the fastest merfolk in the ocean.

not long after, you heard the familiar sounds of your friends' fins and saw them heading towards you with excited looks on their faces.

"you should've went with us, y/n. it was a blast!" one of them exclaims.

"we literally saw a human, a literal human by the shores. they looked more different than how the elders described!"

you couldn't help but let out a small sigh of relief. at least they didn't know what you did.

however, your relief was short-lived when one of your friends pointed out something.

"...wait, you've met your soulmate already?"

your breath hitched from your friend's statement, looking down at your wrist with disbelief. you felt your heart sank at the words imprinted on your skin that is now glowing before your own eyes.

"oh dear." you mumbled to yourself.

your deepest fear came true.

among the seven kingdoms, your favorite is mondstadt.

the kingdom of freedom is truly worthy of its name, with their people being welcoming and their palace being welcomed by all, it was something that makes them different from the rest.

not only that, the kingdom has also worship a god whose name is imprinted on your wrist.

the moment you found out about the fact that barbatos is actually a god that mondstadt worships for, you didn’t hesitate to stay in the kingdom longer than you usually do in other nations, hoping to encounter a person in the town who will say the exact words that’s imprinted on your wrist.

although you love to stay in the kingdom of freedom, you still travel from place to place, wanting to continue on your passion while waiting for your soulmate to meet you.

of course, whenever you’re finished in traveling to a few nations, you always find yourself going back to mondstadt with the feeling of a welcoming home.

during your recent visit to the kingdom, mondstadt is currently celebrating the windblume festival.

you aren't exactly unfamiliar with the celebration, especially with how the townsfolk you've encountered have always mentioned the festival with gleam and excitement.

unfortunately for you, you were a bit late to experience the games that were being held around the land but everyone reassured you that you're luckily enough to be just in time for the grand ball.

from what you've heard, the grand ball is the closing ceremony of the festival, whereas the ruler of the kingdom chooses a lucky mondstadtian as the windblume star and formally offer a flower from the nation to barbatos. once the star has offered a flower to barbatos, everyone around the ballroom can give their chosen person a flower that they see fit as a windblume.

so you thought to yourself: why not try out the grand ball?

you’re honestly glad that you’ve decided to come to the celebration.

the ballroom was just as enchanting as what everyone described it to be, with different kinds of flowers being plastered all around the room, the delicious mondstadt cuisines that are displayed by the tables, the exciting music playing in the background– you wanted to applaud mondstadt for such an amazing work.

being a traveler who isn't exactly a mondstadtian, you would be lying if you said you don't feel out of place in the room. although everyone is nice to you and the party is as fun as you imagine it would be, you still feel like you don't belong, the awkwardness seeping through your body as you watch everyone having fun in the ball.

it didn't help that one of the servers accidentally spilled dandelion wine on your outfit, causing you to feel embarrassed around your peers.

as a getaway, you excused yourself and ran outside from the ballroom, your cheeks starting to warm from the embarrassing experience.

to cool yourself down and get some fresh air, you decided to try and find your way to the entrance of the palace, wanting to get outside as soon as possible and get back to the party at ease.

however, as soon as you went out, you realized you weren't by the entrance of the palace at all. instead you're in a garden with a person standing nearby, who's rather busy practicing sword fighting–

while wearing a huge gown?!

before you could watch her in awe, the woman stopped when she notices your presence, eyes widening in surprise from the sudden intrusion.

"o-oh uhm," you immediately look away from the woman's gaze, glancing in other directions in fear of encountering yet another embarrassing moment. "sorry about that. i was supposed to go back to the entrance but i think i got lost so uh..."

as you try to give the lady an excuse, you didn't notice how her eyes widens slowly from your words, looking down at her wrist to see the words imprinted on her skin glowing back at her.

"dear barbatos." she spoke up, looking back at you in disbelief.

you were suddenly taken back by surprise, looking back at the woman. "..wait i'm sorry, what did you say?"

the blonde haired woman’s hand slowly covers her own mouth, hesitantly walk towards you with a relieved look on her face. "it's you.. you're.. you're my soulmate."

from her words alone, you immediately look at your wrist, your heart paced faster when you noticed the glowing words in your skin as well.

"i uh," you let out a light laugh, stumbling a bit from the shocking discovery. "i didn't expect this."

the woman laughs as well. "i have to say the same as well,"

you watched as she kneels slightly in courtesy, her blue gown slowly dropping down to the cold hard ground.

"my name is jean gunnhildr, the acting ruler of the kingdom of freedom. and you are?"