#but like. her and I bonded right away and I knew I wouldn’t find anyone else

[threefuckencrowsinatrenchcoat]

I’ve written ab my therapist so much in tag reblogs that I felt the need to make a dedicated post about why I love her, so without further ado here’s a list of my favourite Therapist Moments:

- gave me advice on how to hide smoking from my (mildly psycho) helicopter parents

- tells me (almost every session) that I’m the best kid she works with (I won therapy guys I got an A)

- I was telling her ab this friend who had a crush on me and was making me rly uncomfortable and I was like “I could either be a shitty friend and ghost them OR be nicer and tell them how I feel” and she said “okay why don’t you try the second one” and I said “well I already ghosted them” and she honestly just sat there and said “that’s hilarious good for you” and gave me a high five

- (cw slight violence) when she was my age her friend gave her an industrial piercing by burning a sewing needle and sticking an apple behind her ear to stab thru *** that’s double crazy bc if u fuck up an industrial half ur face could end up paralyzed BUT IT WORKED

- speaking of piercings girl has more than I do AND TATTOOS

- has cried twice over shit that’s happened in my life (once in session and once after I stormed out on her)

- will let me lie on the floor of her office for sessions and will also lie on the floor next to me

- the most girls girl you’ve ever met

- works out of a shady ass house with three other therapists almost an hour away from the city I live in and I have no idea who owns it bc she def doesn’t

- watches any show I rec AND reads any book I tell her ab

- legit just. Acts like a friend. Yeah she’s my therapist but we can have convos

- talks a lot and WILL go on tangents sometimes (I’m p bad at conversation so this makes me personally feel a lot more comfortable, especially if I’m tired or had a bad week)

[verareids]

feel the same - s.r. x bau!reader

spencer misunderstands a conversation he overhears between reader and derek. tags/cws: misunderstandings, confessions of feelings, use of 'y/n', gn!reader, fluff, mild angst, derek morgan has big brother energy wc: 1708 (much longer than I thought lmao) a/n: I'm truly obsessed with season 1 spencer as of late so I HAD to write a fic with him in mind. <3

also posted on ao3

“You know Pretty Boy likes you, don’t you?”

Spencer had been trying to get some sleep on the flight back after working a case that had drained all his energy when the sound of Morgan’s voice caught his attention. Without opening his eyes, he knew exactly who he was talking to. Spencer had never outright admitted to anyone that he had developed feelings for you but it was getting harder to deny. Once Derek had started pointing out the way he’d look up when you entered a room or the way his eyes lingered as you walked away, he was becoming concerned that this crush was more obvious than he’d like it to be. 

He’s been trying to ignore it, telling himself it’s unprofessional when really it’s because he believes there’s no way you could possibly feel the same. There’s a myriad of reasons why he wished Derek would keep his big mouth shut but honestly – that was probably the biggest.

“Likes me? How old are we?” The smooth sound of your response makes Spencer smile to himself in spite of the current situation. 

“(Y/N), come on…” Derek chuckles and is immediately met with a long stretch of silence. Spencer can picture the death glare he knows he’d see on your face if he were to look at you in this moment. “Look, you know he’s never gonna ask you out himself so maybe you should just–”

“Derek.” You interrupt with an evident sternness in your tone. “I’m not having this conversation with you. I’ve told you, it’s not happening.” Ouch. Spencer had never allowed himself to dream that you would reciprocate his feelings but he definitely wishes he had been asleep for that one. With that, he forces his eyes shut tighter than before and takes in one deep, slightly shaky breath and decides to try to go back to sleep, if only so that he doesn’t have to hear you reject him even harder.

~

Spencer wakes up as the jet is landing and he quickly gathers all of his things, walking out and across the strip with much more urgency than usual. This detail doesn’t go unnoticed by you, not much does – especially where Spencer is concerned – and you make a mental note to check in with him later. He had caught your eye the first day you met him which must be, what? Half a year ago now? And he had been on your mind ever since. You had bonded quickly as friends, being the two youngest members on the team. About a month ago you had finally allowed yourself to acknowledge the fact that you had developed feelings for him. You’d sit next to him at any given opportunity, listen to his infamously long rants much longer than anyone else would, spend just a little too long staring at his lips as he talked you through his theories. It didn’t take long for people to notice. Elle had her suspicions, JJ made a comment every now and then, but Derek – he wouldn’t let it go. He teases you about it constantly. You haven’t given him the satisfaction of admitting it, you haven’t been able to deny it either.

When you eventually make your way into the building along with the rest of the team you notice that Spencer had already left. It’s only then you start to be concerned. It’s unlike him to leave in such a hurry, even more so to not even say goodbye. You rack your brain trying to come up for a reason for this strange behavior. Is he sick? Upset about something? Was it you? You begin to go over every interaction you’d had with him recently when you have to stop yourself before you spiral. He’s just tired. If it was serious he’d tell you… right?

~

The next morning you walk in to find Spencer at his desk working on the report he didn’t write last night before he had basically ran away.

“Morning, Spence!” You greet him, making an effort to sound cheerful as you lean on his desk. He doesn’t look up, like he’s trying extra hard to look busy.

“Morning, (Y/L/N).” He replies without looking up. His tone seems normal, his use of your last name is what sounds the alarms in your head.

“Hey… are you feeling alright?” You ask tentatively, not wanting to pry too much in case you really had done something wrong that you clearly weren’t aware of. “I noticed you kind of left in a hurry last night.” He finally looks up and meets your eyes, easing your nerves slightly. His eyes shift away and then back to yours before a soft smile graces his lips, one that doesn’t quite reach his eyes.

“I’m okay.” He responds after a while in a way that sounds like that’s not all he wants to say. You go to reassure him, make sure he knows he can tell you anything, but stop yourself when you notice the way he tenses when you place a hand on his shoulder. Retracting your hand quickly, you begin to fidget with your fingers before running them through your hair nervously.

“Spencer… I–” You start and stop and Spencer feels a little guilty as you seem to stumble over your words anxiously. “Is it me? Did I do something? Because if I did I–”.

“(Y/N).” Spencer cuts off your panicked rambling. You take a steadying breath as he slowly rises to stand in front of you, your eyes trailing up when he towers over you. He looks around the room and sighs before focusing back on you. “Can we go somewhere to talk?” You nod and begin walking towards a storage room with Spencer following close behind, quickly checking that there's no one in there before stepping inside.

“What’s going on with you?” You break the silence as Spencer closes the door behind him. “You know you can talk to me about anything.”

“I’m sorry if I’ve been acting weird.” You notice the way he dodges the question. He can’t meet your eyes anymore, his gaze shifts around the room and he smiles awkwardly at you.

“Spence, that’s not–” You interrupt yourself, trying to find a way to put your thoughts to words without overwhelming him. “I only want you to be okay. You’ve been acting differently since last night… If there’s something going on I want to be there for you.” When you say that he smiles sadly. He looks down in thought as if he’s considering something.

“I heard you talking to Morgan…” He mumbles, still staring at his feet – wringing his hands together. You furrow your brows in confusion. Talking to Morgan? “On the jet on the way home…”

“Oh.” This isn’t happening. You figure you should’ve known Derek’s relentless teasing would be your downfall. He must know you like him now. There’s a reason you never wanted him to know how you felt. You couldn’t stand the thought of anything ruining your friendship. Spencer visibly deflates even more in front of you at your lack of response. You begin scrambling to come up with a way to get out of this horrifically embarrassing situation.

“Look, I– I didn’t mean to make this awkward…” Oh god. The way he’s stuttering and tripping over his words. You stare blankly at him, then duck your head, bracing for the impact of his rejection. “It’s not like I thought you would feel the same way I just–” Wait what? Your head snaps back up to see his face, eyes widened, which seems to startle him a little. “I wasn’t going to say anything but I guess I just got really in my head about it.” He begins to look a little panicked. “I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable, I’m sorry if I did.” You just keep staring up at him, mouth agape in disbelief. “(Y/N)?” He says your name with a sad desperation and it reminds you that you should respond.

“Sorry, I–” You say slowly while shaking your head. “Are you saying that – Do you like me?” Now it’s Spencer’s turn to look confused, but it was all starting to make sense to you. You had thought he was acting weird because he had found out about your feelings, when in reality, it was the other way around.

“Yes?” He replies hesitantly.

“I like you too.” You say simply with a shy smile but Spencer looks completely taken aback. 

“You do?” The way his eyes light up with a subtle excitement was adorable. Soon after, that look was replaced with skepticism. “But I thought— you told Morgan you didn’t like me.”

“I told Morgan to stop teasing me about you because I didn’t think this…” You gesture between the two of you. “Was ever going to happen.” Spencer let out a sigh of relief and smiled bashfully.

“You could have just told me.” You feel his eyes scanning your face as if he were still looking for proof that you weren’t messing with him.

“You didn’t tell me either.”

“I thought there was no way…” You make eye contact as he trails off in thought. “I guess it doesn’t matter now.” Spencer takes a tentative step closer to you but doesn’t move to touch you in any way, so you reach out to take his hands in yours, lacing your fingers together.

“Well… maybe if we don’t have to fly out for a case today, we could go to dinner tonight?” You’re staring down at your intertwined hands, squeezing once before looking back up. When you see his face he’s still looking down with a big dopey grin on his face and you can’t help but smile right back.

“Yes— definitely.” You giggle at his obvious enthusiasm. 

You both stay in the storage room for another couple minutes, mostly just staring starry eyed at each other. Eventually you both decide that you should get back to work. You try to hide whatever was now going between you as much as you can but like always, Derek Morgan figures you out within minutes and he, along with the rest of the team, teases you relentlessly. (You wouldn’t have it any other way.)

[inkspiredwriting]

Inescapable Fate

Five Hargreeves x Fem!reader

A/N: There is nothing more important to a writer than the opinions of the people who read his work. I would therefore be very happy if you would leave a comment :)

Warnings: Death, Angst

The rain fell in relentless sheets, pounding against the windows of the Umbrella Academy. Inside, Number Five paced the floor, his mind racing. He had faced impossible odds before, bent time and space to his will, but nothing had prepared him for this. Y/N, his wife, lay in the hospital, her condition worsening by the hour. Despite his best efforts, he couldn’t save her. Yet, he refused to accept that fate.

Five’s siblings watched him with a mix of concern and helplessness. They knew better than to try and talk him out of his desperate mission. He had made up his mind, and when Five set his mind to something, there was no stopping him.

“I have to go back,” Five muttered, more to himself than to anyone else. “I have to find the moment when everything went wrong and fix it.”

“Five,” Viktor said gently, stepping forward. “You’ve already tried so many times. Maybe... maybe some things can’t be changed.”

Five whirled on him, his eyes blazing. “I refuse to believe that! I won’t just stand by and watch her die.”

Diego stepped in, his expression grim. “We get it, Five. But this is tearing you apart. How many more times are you going to put yourself through this?”

“As many times as it takes,” Five snapped, turning back to his calculations. He scribbled furiously, mapping out yet another plan to travel back in time.

With a final check of his equations, Five opened a time portal and stepped through, determined to change the course of events that had led to Y/N’s illness.

He arrived in the past, days before Y/N’s diagnosis. The world around him felt eerily familiar, yet suffocatingly different. He knew every moment counted, and he wasted no time in trying to alter the sequence of events.

Five’s first attempt was simple: he tried to persuade Y/N to avoid the places he believed had exposed her to the illness. But fate was cruel. Y/N, always the caring and dedicated person, had commitments she couldn’t break. She smiled at his uncharacteristic insistence, teasing him about his sudden overprotectiveness.

Next, Five tried a more drastic approach. He manipulated circumstances to keep her isolated, away from any potential danger. He convinced her to take a spontaneous vacation, whisking her away to a remote cabin. For a brief moment, it seemed like he had succeeded. They laughed and talked, the bond between them growing stronger.

But the illness found her even there, in the most unlikely of ways. Y/N’s symptoms began to show, and despite Five’s frantic efforts, she fell ill again.

Desperation gnawed at Five’s resolve. He returned to the present, only to find Y/N in the hospital, just as before. Each failure weighed heavily on him, but he couldn’t give up. He wouldn’t.

Five repeated the cycle over and over, each attempt more frantic than the last. He sought out experts, delved into obscure medical research, even resorted to manipulating time more recklessly than ever before. But every time, the result was the same. Y/N’s fate seemed written in stone, no matter how hard he fought against it.

One night, after yet another failed attempt, Five found himself back at the Academy, exhausted and broken. He slumped into a chair, staring blankly at the wall. The room was silent except for the ticking of a clock, a cruel reminder of the time slipping away.

Allison approached him cautiously. “Five, you need to rest. You’re going to kill yourself at this rate.”

Five’s voice was a hollow whisper. “I can’t lose her, Allison. I can’t.”

Allison knelt beside him, taking his hand. “You haven’t lost her yet. She’s still here, right now. You should be with her.”

The words pierced through Five’s haze of desperation. He realized, with a painful clarity, that he had been so focused on changing the past that he was missing the present. Y/N needed him now, more than ever.

With a heavy heart, Five stood and made his way to the hospital. He found Y/N lying in her bed, her breathing shallow but steady. She smiled weakly when she saw him, her eyes filled with love and understanding.

“Hey, you,” she said softly. “You’ve been gone a lot. Saving the world again?”

Five’s throat tightened. He sat beside her, taking her hand in his. “Something like that.”

Y/N squeezed his hand. “You don’t have to save me, Five. Just be here with me. That’s all I need.”

Tears welled up in Five’s eyes. He had been so blind, so consumed by his need to change the past, that he had forgotten what mattered most. He leaned in, pressing his forehead to hers. “I’m here, Y/N. I’m here.”

In the days that followed, Five stayed by Y/N’s side. They talked, reminisced, and cherished every moment together. Five knew he couldn’t change the past, couldn’t alter her fate, but he could make sure she knew how deeply he loved her.

As Y/N’s condition worsened, Five held her close, his heart breaking with every labored breath she took. And when the time came, and she slipped away peacefully in his arms, he was there, whispering words of love and comfort.

In the end, Five couldn’t save Y/N. But he had given her the one thing that mattered most: his unwavering presence and love. And though the pain of her loss would never fully fade, he found solace in knowing that he had been with her, every step of the way, until the very end.

Fate might be inescapable, but love, Five realized, was the one constant that transcended time and space. And that love would stay with him, always.

[mostlymarvelsstuff]

I’ve Got You

Summary: Y/n always finds safety in Natashas arms, so it stands to reason that after she was injured in the Avengers fight with themselves that she would seek her out. This time though Natasha offers more than just safety, she offers Y/n her heart.

Warnings: some very slight angst, reader has a penis, sexual content(grinding, oral, fingering, handjob, vaginal sex) 

Word count: 5109        Nat Masterlist   Marvel Masterlist 

   Natasha sighs as anxiety consumes her once more. She's safe in her safehouse, well trailer, in Norway now but she still hasn’t heard anything about you since the fight in Germany and she's extremely worried for your safety. She wishes she at least knew your whereabouts. Knew if you were safe somewhere. Knew if you needed her help, or even just needed her like she needed you.

   You and Clint had been the ones sent to kill her, and she's forever grateful you both chose a different option. She was trained by you both to become a Shield agent, causing her to form a fast friendship with you both. Clint had become like the older brother, whether she wanted him to be or not. And you, well you had become her best friend. But she'd be lying if she said friendship was all she felt for you. You make her feel things no one ever has before, things she hopes you feel for her as well.

   She's never been great with feelings or emotions, the Red Room made sure of that, but with you she would be willing to try. If she could ever gain the courage to tell you so, that is. She wanted to tell you, she really did. But the fear of you not reciprocating those feelings, or of her not being good enough for you won out everytime.

   But now, after being on opposite sides during the accords, seeing you get beat up pretty badly by T’challa before almost getting captured by Ross’s men….She knows she has to tell you, because she can’t risk losing you like that again. 

   For now, as she waits to hear from Mason about any news of you, she settles in to watch her Bond films and eat her caviar. She tries to ignore the pit in her stomach, but without you by her side nothing seemed to feel right.

   She's brought out of her thoughts by a shuffling sound outside. She quickly arms herself with her pistol, standing to head to the door only for it to slowly open before she gets there.

   “I will shoot whoever walks in that door!” she calls out

   A familiar chuckle has her lowering her gun, “You wouldn’t shoot me, would you Natty?”

   “Y/n?”

   “You know anyone else that calls you Natty?” you tease as you open the door fully, allowing her to see you. She's shocked by your state, you look awful. Like you haven’t had rest since Germany, which was highly likely. You stumble into her living room and nearly collapse, but she catches you instead.

   “What happened? Are you ok?” she asks in quick succession as her worried eyes scan your face

  “Well, I didn’t really have a chance to tend to my wounds from T’challa before Ross’s men were on me. Managed to evade them for a bit but they almost got me the second time. I’ll be alright, just gotta clean up and get some rest” you tell her, attempting to pull away and stand on your own, but she can see how weak and tired you are

  Her hold on you tightens, “Let me help you, please”

  Too tired to pretend you can handle it yourself, you nod and let her lead you to the small bathroom. You sigh as she leans you against the counter, and you let your head rest against the wall as you rest your eyes. You can hear her rummage around for the first aid kit, a washcloth and some extra towels. Once she finds the items she gains your attention with a soft hand to your cheek.

   “Where are you hurt?”

  You shake your head, “Its ok, I can- ”

   “Y/n” she sternly says, “You can hardly stand. I’m helping you.”

   “Ok” you sigh. 

   You carefully remove your shirt, letting her see the bruises and scrapes that litter your abdomen and chest below your bra. Her eyes land on a hastily bandaged section of the right side of your abs, blood starting to seep through. You can see the concern etched in her brows. 

   “The Panther's claws.” you tell her and she nods

   She gently removes the bandages, causing you to hiss as the cool night air hits your wound. You watch as she runs the hot water, getting a washcloth damp before bringing it to your side. You grunt as she cleans it. She then pours alcohol on the same washcloth, bringing it to your skin once more. This time a gasp leaves you as pain ripples through your side. Again she cups your face to offer comfort.

   “Shh, detka(baby). It’s ok.” she coos, not even noticing the pet name slipping past her lips, “Now I just have to give you stitches, put ointment on, and then new waterproof bandages so you can shower.”

   You nod again, watching her grab the proper stitching materials. You clench your jaw as the needle pierces your skin repeatedly, closing up the four lacerations. You're relieved once she puts ointment on and it's rebandaged. “Thanks Tasha”

   “Of course, do you have any other injuries?” she asks, obviously still concerned about you

   “Yeah..” you sigh, “Left thigh. One of Ross’s guys was quick with his knife.”

   Her face shows even more concern, and she instinctively moves for your waistband. But then it hits her just how vulnerable this must all feel for you and she can’t help the blush that rises to her cheeks as she hesitates, “Can I…?"

  You chuckle, "Don't know how you'd stitch me up otherwise"

   She nods and proceeds to pull them down around your knee. The slice is caked in dried blood, a small trickle still running down your thigh. 

   “Shit, this looks pretty deep.” she exclaims, getting up to grab the washcloth

   She runs it under warm water again, watching you out of the corner of her eye as she does so. Your breathing seems normal, but you're definitely exhausted. You need rest, food, and plenty of water. She's determined to give you all those things and won’t take no for an answer. She won’t let you give an excuse about how the team being separate will be safer and how you only came to her because you knew she'd have the supplies you needed to tend your wounds. Not that she thought you'd say that, but the fear of you leaving now that you were here with her was immense.

   You grunt as she presses the cloth over your wound. She's careful, yet tentative enough to get most of the dried blood off you. She rinses the cloth out, pouring alcohol on it before approaching you again. Her eyes rake over your body once more, just to make sure you aren't hiding anything from her and she's glad you're too tired to have your eyes open, otherwise you would have seen her blush when the slight bulge at the front of your boxers caught her gaze. She quickly refocused on the task at hand, pressing the cloth against your thigh again.

   “Fuck!” you shout, not expecting it to burn worse than your side had

   Natashas apologetic eyes meet yours, “I know. I’m so sorry, it'll be over soon.”

    Her free hand instinctively rests on your abdomen as she rubs soothing circles on your skin. You nod, knowing it has to be cleaned no matter how much pain that brings. She removes the cloth and grabs the equipment for stitching you up once more. You clench your jaw as she works to close up the wound. Her soft hands remain on your thigh a few seconds longer than necessary after she bandages you up, not that you mind.

   “There. That should do for now, but I’ll need to redress them again tomorrow.” she says as she stands, “Are you going to need help?”

   “I can manage” you tell her, not believing it entirely yourself but you knew that if you were ever privileged to see Natasha naked, you didn’t want it to be because you needed help while injured. 

  She nods, “Alright, I’ll leave you some clothes on the counter and I’ll be in the next room in case you need me”

   You let your shoulders slump as she closes the door and you take a shaky step towards the shower. Eventually you manage to get your bra and boxers off and you step into the already running hot water. You let yourself relax, holding yourself up by leaning against the cool tiles. The door opens and you tense up slightly before remembering it was just Nat with your clothes. 

   You don’t realize she lingers a moment, wishing to check on you and longing to be able to join you. She decides against asking if you were alright, not wanting to come across as overly concerned, even though she was. She simply sets your outfit down before exiting the room once more. She takes a seat on the edge of her bed and waits as her leg bounces with anxiety. Part of her wants to tell you how she feels, to hold you and never let go. But the other part screams at her about love being a weakness, about how you deserve someone with a less bloodstained ledger and hard to escape past.

   She's brought from her thoughts when you emerge from the bathroom, a slight wobble to your step. She has to resist smiling like the lovesick woman she is when she sees you in her sweatpants and shirt.

   “You alright?”

   “Yeah. Just tired.” you reply, not wanting to tell her you couldn’t remember when your last meal was. She always has been good at calling your bluffs though, she was a trained spy afterall.

   She smirks, “Want some take out? I've got plenty of leftovers from earlier.”

   You sigh, “Yes please.”

   “Come on, we can sit on the couch and watch something as we eat.” 

   “What Bond film did I interrupt?” you ask with a chuckle

   She scoffs, pretending to be annoyed that you knew her so well, “Moonraker”

   “Not one of the best ones, but not one of the worst ones either.” you reply, earning yourself an eye roll from her.

   You sit on the couch and soon she joins you, takeout containers in hand. She doesn't say anything as she watches you scarf down the food, she only smiles knowing that she's able to take care of you. You sit back with a hum as you absentmindedly scoot closer to her, seeking out comfort and warmth. It isn’t long before you end up falling asleep tucked into her side with your head on her shoulder. 

   Carefully she turns, bringing you into her chest as she lays back, her arms wrap protectively around you as your head now rests on her chest. She watches you for a bit, wanting to make sure you were sound asleep before she places a soft kiss to the top of your head.

   “I’m so glad you're safe” she whispers into your hairline

 She isn't aware of when she fell asleep and she isn't aware as to why she's suddenly woken up, until she realizes she no longer feels the weight of you on top of her. She immediately sits up, and when she doesn't see you anywhere she can feel her panic build. 

   “Y/n?” she calls out as she enters the bedroom. She lets out a breath she hadn’t realized she'd been holding when she sees you emerge from the bathroom

   “Sorry, didn’t mean to wake you.” you tell her, “I just needed some pain killers”

   She shakes her head, “It’s ok, did you find them?”

   “Yeah, I got them.” your brows furrow as you notice her disheveled state, “What's wrong?”

   “Nothing, I just…” she trails off, but your hand on her shoulder encourages her to continue, “I was worried that you left.”

  Her admission was quiet but you heard it, and there was no mistaking the vulnerability in her voice. It tugged at your heart. “I’d never leave without saying goodbye first Natty. Besides, I’m much too injured to travel right now. I’m lucky I made it to Norway.”

  “Don’t say that” she says, taking a seat on the bed

   “Tasha, I was bleeding profusely on the airplane runway, which led Ross’s men right to me. I had to fight them off and flee while patching myself up as well as I could. Then once I thought I’d lost them, they ambushed me in Serbia and nearly sliced my artery open. You were my only safe option, if I hadn’t found you…well it wouldn’t have been good” you reason with her

   Her jaw clenches as she looks away from you. She fights back the tears in her eyes, not liking how close of a call you had actually had, “I should have helped you. I shouldn't have talked with Tony and then ran, I should have just gone to you and ran with you.”

  “It’s ok, you- ” you try

   “No Y/n” she takes a deep breath, “I saw that you were hurt fighting T’challa, and still I went to help Steve instead. Ross could have had you arrested or worse, and instead of making sure you were safe, I saved my own ass.”

   You sigh and take a seat beside her. You gently grab her hand, “You couldn’t have risked helping me and you know it. You double crossed Tony and Ross and we both know neither of their egos would allow that to go unpunished. They would have used your background against you”

   “I don’t care. You could have died, and I never would have forgiven myself” she admits

   “But I didn’t.” you remind her, “I didn’t die. I’m ok.” She finally looks at you and you can see the unshed tears in her eyes. You smile softly, cupping her face and bringing your forehead to hers, “I’m right here.”

   She nods as a few tears finally slip down her cheeks, “I was really worried about you. I’m glad you found me”

   “So am I” you admit, “Though, it’s more like Mason found me, then told me where you were.”

   She chuckles, “Well, I’ll be sure to thank him. Even if he did give me Fanny as an alias.”

   “He didn’t!” you laugh out

   “Oh he did. Fanny Longbottom.”

   The two of you erupt into laughter as you think about the ridiculous name. Her gaze shifts to you smile, the one she's always loved to be the cause of and your gaze shifts to her eyes, you have always loved how they seemed to sparkle when she was happy. 

  Lost in her eyes, you don’t notice how you've begun to lean into her, you only notice when your lips lightly press against hers. But you quickly pull away, afraid she wouldn’t reciprocate the gesture or would be upset with your advances. However your attempt to move away is quickly stopped by her arms as they wrap around your neck to keep you close.

   “No, please” she rasps out, her hands tangling in your hair, “Please kiss me”

   You surge forward, connecting your lips once more as your hands grip at her waist. She hums and gently straddles your lap, careful of your injured leg as she grinds down against you. Your hands make their way under the back of her shirt, traveling up her back and leaving chills in their wake. She moans, allowing you to slip your tongue inside her mouth. 

   She grinds down again, and this time she can feel how the bulge in your pants is beginning to harden as it presses against her ass. You can’t help the moan that leaves you as you feel her against you. Her excitement and hope for finally getting to be with you grows the longer you keep your lips on hers. 

   She pulls away, nearling panting for air as she grinds down once more. And your mouth moves to her neck as your hands go further up her back. She relishes the groan she feels against her skin when you realize she's already braless and she shudders as your hands move to the front of her, gently running up her abdomen before palming her breasts. You can feel her breathing quicken as your thumb skims over her hardened nipples. She grinds against you again and you squeeze the soft mounds in your grip causing her to moan.

   “Is this ok?” you breathe against her neck between kisses

   She eagerly nods, “Yes…please don’t stop”

   You move back up her neck, kissing her softly as your hands grab the bottom of her shirt. You pull it off her and nearly forget how to breathe when you see her naked upper body in front of you. Yes you'd seen her in tank tops before for training and immaculate dresses for parties, but this was entirely different. Before you had to admire subtly from across dancefloors and training mats. You didn’t have to do that now, she wanted you to see her. All of her.

   Natasha shys under your gaze, finding herself somewhat nervous as your eyes take in every inch of her. Some of her scars had never been seen by anyone other than her and those that inflicted them or stitched them up and she worried what you would think of them. Your thumb gently traces a longer scar that rests slightly lower than her breasts near her sternum causing her to realize how badly she wants your hands back on her. She's about to ask you to touch her again like you were earlier, but then your head is moving towards her chest and as your lips touch her skin she finds it very hard to form words.

   "Y/n…" she whispers, clutching at your forearms to ground herself

   You hum, briefly pulling yourself away from her chest, “You're so beautiful Natty”

     A shy smile makes its way across her face, accompanied by a light blush and the way she squeezes her thighs together does not go unnoticed by you. You gently kiss the scar again before moving over to one of her breasts. You suck her hardened nipple into your mouth causing her hands to grasp at your shoulders as she arches into you. Your hands move to squeeze her ass as your mouth moves to give her other breast the same attention. She moans when she feels your hardened cock rubbing against her, and she finds herself desperate to feel you inside her. She can feel her arousal dripping from her and she knows her panties are ruined.

   “I want you, detka(baby). Need you so badly, please” she whispers against your lips as they meet hers for another kiss. Your heart pounds in your chest as you quickly remove her from your lap and lean her against the beds pillows and headboard

    You stare at her for a moment, taking in the way her lips are slightly parted and her chest heaves as she breathes deeply. Then you meet her gaze, “Are you sure?”

   “Yes” she nods, “I’ve never been more sure about anything, or anyone”

   You smile before connecting your lips to hers again, letting your hands trail down to her hips before moving them back up to cup her breasts. She desperately clutches at your shirt, overcome with the urge to have you as close as possible despite already having you there. Your hands make their way back down to her hips and your fingers slip below the waistband, ready to pull them down completely. But before you can do so her hands grab your wrists and she pulls away from your lips. She pauses for a moment, her eyes scanning your face.

   “You're sure about this too, right?” she asks, insecurity lacing her tone

   “Of course I am. I only want you.”

   She smiles widely, letting go of your wrists so you can continue to pull her pants from her body, and you stare in amazement at the wet patch that you find on her underwear. She shifts slightly under your gaze, wordlessly trying to hasten your movements.

   “You're soaked” you whisper as you let your thumb press the damp fabric against her clit, making her hips jump, “And so sensitive”

   She lets out a breathy moan as you rub your thumb in slow circles and her grip on your shirt tightens, “Need more. Please detka(baby)”

   “Aww, is my thumb not enough for my needy girl?”

   She shakes her head, “No, need your cock please. Wanna feel you”

   “Fuck baby…I wanna feel you too, but I gotta get you ready for me first.” you explain as you finally pull her underwear off her. She automatically spreads her legs further apart for you and you praise her by caressing her thigh, “Gonna taste you first though”

   Her breath catches in her throat as you lean in, your tongue kitten licking her sensitive nub before parting her open and slipping inside, “Ooh!”

  You hum, enjoying the flavor of her and her hands grip onto your hair tightly, practically forcing you to bury your face in her cunt. Not that you would complain about such a thing, you’d gladly give her whatever she wanted. Which is why you slip a finger inside her too. You pump your digit in and out of her at a steady rhythm as your mouth focuses on her clit until she's nearly dripping onto the sheets. Then you slip a second one in. She moans at the stretch, arching into you

   “That's it. You're taking my fingers so well baby.” you praise, curling them inside her making her walls clamp down around you, “Does it feel good, Natty?”

   “Blyad'(fuck)! Yes!” she answers, fists tightening in the sheets

   You hum, “You like having my fingers inside you?”

   “Oh god yes!” she's cut off by her own moan as you move your fingers even faster, “I’m…I’m gonna- ”

   “Go ahead baby, cum for me”

   “Y/n!” she shouts as she cums into your mouth. You happily swallow it all and continue your mouths and fingers movements to help her ride out her high, only stopping when her grip on your hair lessens and she whimpers in protest

   You crawl back up her body, placing soft kisses against a few scars before reaching her lips once more. She sighs as you rest against her and wraps her arms around your neck as you make out. Eventually her hands begin to tug at your shirt and you separate to allow her to pull it off you. 

   You chuckle as she simply stares at your chest licking her lips, and you move one of her hands to your breasts, “You can touch”

   That's all the encouragement she needs and she brings her other hand to your other breast, letting her thumbs rub against your nipples as they harden in the cool air. She brings her mouth forward and latches onto one of your nipples, sucking on it as her hand pinches the other and you moan at the sensation

   Wanting to make you feel just as good as you’d made her feel minutes ago she lets her free hand wander down between your bodies, and you're so focused on the feeling of her mouth as it makes its way up to your neck that you don’t even notice her hand slip your pants and boxers down, freeing your cock, until her lithe fingers are wrapping around you. 

   “Shit Y/n” she mumbles as she slowly begins stroking you, your size surprising her slightly. Your hips jerk forward at the sensation and it doesn’t take her long to find a decent pace, your breathy moans and grunts only encouraging her

   “Just like that baby, feels so good” you grunt, resting your forehead against her collarbone

   “Yeah? You gonna cum for me?” she asks, rubbing her thumb against the large vein on your shaft

   You rut into her hand, “Fuck! Yes!” 

   “Come on detka(baby), cum”

   Spurts of white hit your stomach and hers as you release and the way you moan has arousal pooling in her belly once more. After a few more strokes she lets you go and you practically collapse against her as you regain your composure. Her hand comes into view, a few drops of your cum on it still, and you watch as she cleans them off with her tongue. That action alone has you getting hard again and she smirks when she feels it.

   “You like watching me taste you?”

   “You don’t even know” you groan out, moving positions to be above her once more, “You ready for me baby?”

   She nods, “God yes, please”

   You line yourself up with her entrance and smack the head of your dick against her clit a few times before sliding inside. You bottom out in one swift movement and a guttural moan leaves her at the feeling of being stretched so wide. She's even tighter than you thought she'd be and the way she's squeezing you already has you light headed, so you still for a moment to allow you both to adjust.

   After a few minutes she wiggles her hips slightly, her green eyes boring into yours, “Please move now. I can handle it, I promise”

   You smile and kiss her softly before slowly beginning to thrust your hips. Her tits bounce as you move and you can’t help but lean down to suck marks against their plump flesh. Her moans only increase in frequency and volume as your pace picks up and her hands grip onto you so tightly that you know her nails will be leaving marks behind.

   “Your pussy fits me so well baby. Feels incredible” you praise, cupping one of her breasts and squeezing

  “O bozhe(Oh god).” she manages to get out between her moans, “I’ve never been so full, feels so fucking good”

  “Gonna be even more full when I cum inside you” You tell her, moaning as her walls flutter around you, “Oh you like that huh?”

   She nods, “Yes, please cum inside me detka(baby)”

   You start pounding into her even harder then, eager to give her what you both so desperately want. After a few more thrusts she wraps her legs around you, and you can feel by the way she tightens around you that she's close.

   “That's it baby, make a mess on my cock”

   She throws her head back with a moan of your name as she cums hard around you, sending you head first into your own orgasm. You moan as you paint her walls white with your seed. You continue to thrust your hips to prolong the pleasure for both of you only stopping when she's a shaking mess beneath you. 

    “Shh it's ok Natty I got you.” you coo, stroking her cheek, “You did so well baby. Such a good girl”

   “Your good girl” she mumbles with a smile, making your chest fill with warmth

   You nod and bring your forehead to rest against hers, “My good girl”

   After a few more minutes you slowly pull out of her, watching a bit of you cum leak out of her as you do and she's struck by how full she still feels. She can’t even imagine how much cum you pumped inside of her for that to be the case. The thought alone has her head all fuzzy.

   “Come on, let's get cleaned up in the shower really quick. Then we can go back to sleep”

   She nods and allows you to help her out of bed. You help her stumble to the bathroom and can’t help but giggle at the look of bliss on her face still and she quiets you with a kiss before letting you turn the water on. You both help clean the other, each feeling a sense of pride at the marks you’ve left behind on the other and even after you're done washing you stay a while longer just basking in the other's presence.

   Neither of you bother to put on another outfit after you dry off, the likelihood of them coming off in the morning is high so why bother. Instead you simply crawl into bed and under the warm covers. You open your arms for her and she immediately settles against you. She wraps her arms around you and buries her face against your neck. It's silent for a while, and for a few minutes there you think she's asleep, until she moves to look at you properly.

   “You're staying, right?” The insecurity in her tone nearly breaks your heart, but before you can answer she continues, “I mean I know Steve said we’re all safer apart from each other, but that's bullshit because there's nowhere I’m safer than with you, and I…I just got you back. I just got to be with you. I’m not ready to say goodbye”

  You softly kiss the small scar on her left shoulder before kissing her lips, “My Natty. So brave, so strong. You're not alone anymore, I’ve got you. And I’m not leaving your side. Not now, not ever. Not even if you told me to.”

   Tears build in her eyes as she lets your words settle over her. She didn’t have to be alone, didn’t have to build walls and hide emotions just to survive. She could be fully herself with you, she could be free. She could let herself be loved, let herself be happy. It wouldn't be easy and there were sure to be hard days, but she finally felt like she could do it. As long as she had you.

   Her hands cup your face, “I….I love you” Your eyes widen at her admission. Even if she ever felt the same for you, you didn’t expect her to allow herself to be vulnerable enough to say it. Especially so soon. 

   She bites her bottom lip and her stomach flips as she waits for your response, thankfully it's a short wait. “I love you too, Natasha. More than anything.”

   Her lips crash into yours and you each poor out your emotions for the other into it. You aren’t sure how long it lasts, you were too lost in her to think of anything else, but when she pulls away she stays close enough that her nose is brushing against yours. You smile at each other before the most adorable carefree giggle leaves the redhead in your embrace.

   You give her a quizzical look so she elaborates on her giddiness, “Madame B was wrong. I do have a place in this world. My place is with you.”

   “Yes it is baby, yes it is”

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Fanfic: Barging In

Pair: Eris/Reader

Rating: T (Fluff)

Word Count: 771

Summary: Eris becomes High Lord and goes to get his mate in the middle of the night.

Notes/Warnings: Spring Court Reader. Tamlin is there but he’s not any trouble. Reader POV

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You’d been sleeping peacefully. It took a while to adjust back to being in your home court of Spring with Tamlin almost back to normal. You were finally able to sleep through the night most nights now. You’d been dreaming about a forest when you stilled in your dream, the smell of bonfire coming through and you looked around for the source. 

You didn’t find it- you were jolted awake when you felt hands on your body. You screamed, thrashing about to get away from whatever grabbed you. Your feet hit something solid and you screamed again, trying to crawl up the bed. 

“Stop kicking me! Love, it’s me!” 

You stilled, panting and looking at the figure next to you. It took a moment for your eyes to adjust to the dark and your mind to catch up with what you heard and saw. It was Eris, his red hair and skin practically glowing and illuminating the room. You didn’t remember that from the last time you saw him.

“What, Eris- why- how are you here?” 

“I’m High Lord now,” he said, his voice soft and stirring that bond in your chest. “I’ve come to take you home.”

You were still stunned and confused. “In the middle of the night?” You hissed. 

He grinned at you. “I can’t wait another day. Trust me. I’ll send for your things, don’t worry.��

Then Eris scooped you up out of bed and tossed you over his shoulder, still in your nightgown. You yelled again and hit his back. “Have you lost your mind?”

He only laughed at you as he carried you out into the hall. You heard the rattle of armor and guards shouting. You flushed red with embarrassment. 

“Eris put me down!” 

“Eris, what the hell are you doing?” You wanted to die as that voice belonged to Lord Tamlin. 

“Taking my mate home,” Eris replied as if he didn’t just break several laws by barging into another High Lord’s manor. 

He stopped and Tamlin called out your name. “Do you even want to go with him?” He asked. He was more calm about this than you anticipated. “Eris put her down.” 

You lifted your body up, slightly dizzy and looked to see Tamlin shirtless, half laced trousers thrown on in a hurry. He was giving you an out. “I-“

Eris cut you off. “I’ll sign those trade agreements that had sat on my fathers desk for months and lower the import tariffs if you let us walk out of here right now, unscathed.” 

“Eris,” you glared even if he couldn’t see your face.

Tamlin pinched the bridge of his nose. “Do you want to go with him, yes or no?” His question was directed at you. 

You sighed. “Yes. But don’t tell anyone he hauled me out of here like a mindless brute.” 

“Wouldn’t dream of it.” Tamlin sounded beyond exasperated. “Break my wards again, Eris and I will kill you.” 

“Understood,” he said with a serious tone. “I’ll send you the documents in the morning. And I’ll request for her things- the right way.” He then patted your rear, making you jolt and flush again. “I’ll be taking my mate home now.”

You glared into the darkness as he proceeded to start walking again. Tamlin made eye contact with you as you both passed and you glared at him. He did nothing to hide his amusement. You couldn’t be too angry. Tamlin knew you were Eris’s mate. He knew the feelings were mutual and had known for decades. 

You were certain that was the only reason he let you both walk out without another word. Eris finally pulled you off his shoulder and down into his arms when you both reached the manor doors. You hit him on his shoulder while he opened the doors and carried you into the courtyard. 

“You did this on purpose,” you pouted. The sentries at the door ignored you both but you knew they were snickering to themselves. 

Eris turned and whispered as he carried you past the wards. “I will make it up to you, love. Once I sign those agreements in the morning, I have nothing planned outside of keeping you in bed for the rest of the day.”

Your scent betrayed you as you thought about being with your mate for the first time in nearly a century. He grinned at you, want in his eyes and his own scent changed ever so slightly. 

“Take me home,” you whispered back. 

“See, I told you to trust me.” You rolled your eyes as he grinned and winnowed you both to Forest House. 

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18~ Trapped Together

Aged Up! Rotxo x Fem! Human Reader

Warnings ⚠️: P! In V!, light mentions of eating out, light mentions of handjob

Not Proofread

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This was a hard one to come up with and I feel it was rushed? What do you guys think?

Word Count: 2k

I’m human.

He’s Na’Vi.

How convenient was it that we’d both chosen the same hiding spot to avoid getting caught after Spider had introduced everyone to the game of hide and seek. I placed my hand on my beating heart in an attempt to calm myself after having found him in here, his head and ears had perked up as soon as my frightened squeak had left my lips, although he had already been looking in my direction as I’m sure my footsteps had made him aware of my presence.

“I did not mean to scare you,” He sweetly proclaims as he holds both of his giant hands out to show he meant no harm, its funny how there are some parallels within our species when it comes to expressing things.

“I can find another place to hide since you were already-“ I pause as he raises the back of his hand to touch his lips in an attempt to get me to stop talking, all I could do was stare dumbfounded until hearing the slightest echo come through the cave.

“Is anybody in there?” Tuk’s tiny voice bounces through the cave and I can feel the hairs from my body standing up as if I’d been caught doing something I shouldn’t have. I can feel my body stiffen and my eyes widen as I look over at Rotxo whose mimicking my movements, a shiver runs past my spine as I hear her footsteps and am unsure if she’s attempting to walk into the cave or if she’s decided to walk away.

“If you leave now you will get caught.” Rotxo whispers, but it was kind of obvious, Tuk’s curious nature would lead her in the cave to double check if anyone else was in there since she’d failed to investigate in the first place and that would count against both teams.

This wouldn’t have mattered had we been playing a normal game of hide-and-seek, but we weren’t. Spider had decided to make a bet between the Omatikaya and Metkayina, whichever party got captured in its entirety would have to do the other players chores for a week. Knowing Rotxo’s playful nature he wouldn’t want to be the first one caught from his own team, but he also knew how Tuk’s brain worked, hence his willingness to share this hiding spot.

“You’re only saying that so you don’t get caught and cost your team a point.” I whispered back with an amused look in my eyes, withholding my laughter, a smile playing at my lips as I stared into his gorgeous honey-green eyes. His own small smile making an appearance.

“Want to play our own game until they give up on finding us?” He suggests, I could honestly use a distractor to keep me from getting bored, plus the longer we played the more I could bond with him and not have to rely on staying friends with the younger children who were more open and curious about being close to a human, Tsireya was open but was often busy teaching many children how to dive.

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The game was called nervous and you got five seconds to touch the other person somewhere on their body to make them nervous, and considering the size of his hands compared to mine, he was bound to touch my entire body in two turns! Okay maybe not two, but it would be pretty damn close.

His innocent and adorable face mixed with his not-so-innocent touching was what got us into our current make out session, my lungs were burning and begging me to put my mask back on but I couldn’t bring myself to care, just a few more seconds, I’d learned to hold my breath like everyone else and my body was craving more intimate touches.

But it didn’t take long for him to slide my mask onto my face right as he’d disconnected his lips from mine and I’d decided to take in a big breath of air at that moment, my body somehow having landed on his lap.

“You have to stop waiting too long between breaths, Y/n.” He stated sternly although the amusement danced around his eyes, one of his hands on my waist and the other on the back of my head to hold the mask steady. I could only stare between his eyes and his mouth before he eventually got the hint and playfully rolled his eyes.

“How much longer are we going to keep playing this game?” I asked although I didn’t seem to mind playing it.

“Are you bored of it already?” He asks with his head tilting to the side some.

“I think I want to play something else,” I shift in his lap and hear him inhale through his nose, feeling the softest of bulges beginning to poke me, knowing exactly what I was doing “And it feels like you do too.”

It hadn’t taken long for him to undress me, his fingers had carefully grazed along my flesh every once in a while, causing goosebumps to erupt in their wake. The softest of flicks of his tongue along my breast and the rest of my body, most importantly my pussy, had a dizzying affect on me and easily had my head dragging along the floor of the cave making a mess of my hair.

My own hands had looked comically small in comparison to his cock but at that moment I hadn’t cared, as I attempted to wrap one hand around it and struggling until I brought my other hand up for assistance. The amount of precome leaking from the tip as I teased his head was surprising, enough for me to manage to spread it around his entire shaft, then again given their size and how gifted the metkayina men appeared to be, I should have expected it.

“I do not want to finish yet-“ He gently pries my hands off of him, I look up at him through my mask and nod gently, tempted to lick the precome off my hands but stopping myself as it meant I’d have to take my mask off.

“Why don’t you lay down for me?” He suggests with a half smile and I smile shyly back at him, laying myself down onto the floor of the cave, some sand having snuck in and prickling my skin lightly.

I’m carefully holding the upper half of my body up by using my elbows for balance as he kneels down, placing his own hands between mine.

“Take a breath,” He states as one of his hands come up from between our bodies, carefully taking a hold of the bottom of my mask, I take a deep breath in and feel him lift the mask off me, his lips coming onto mine.

He slowly uses his lips to push against my mouth, causing me to lower myself onto the floor, feeling his other hand slowly trail down my side, grasping my hip and gently squeezing it, pulling back from our kiss and placing the mask back on my face.

“Are you ready?” He asks sweetly and all I could do was nod, one of his hands coming back to tuck itself under my chin, forcing it upright, making my eyes meet his.

“Words, please.”

“I am ready,”

“Will you tell me if I hurt you?” He asks sweetly and it makes my heart melt.

“You are rather tiny, compared to your body, I am kind of big,” He points at myself and himself respectively. I could only place my hand on his to get him to look back over at me.

“I promise I will tell you if it hurts too much.” I stated honestly, my hand going from his over toward his cheek, taking my own mask off and kissing him before placing the mask back on.

He nods once and shifts his weight between his knees on the floor, his cock still hard and leaking precome, bobbing lightly at his movements. I lay myself down and watch as he cages my body in with his, one of his hands going down to stroke his cock twice before placing himself up against me, slowly pushing in.

I could feel myself stretch to accommodate to his size, a huge sigh leaving my lips, I could see his head moving fast and his ears flickering before facing me, eyes checking mine for any sign of pain.

“I’m fine, keep going,” I urged, one of his hands cupping my mask where my cheek was.

“I promise,” I repeated again with a nod.

I could see him wince lightly before slowly pushing his hips back in, grazing against a special spot making me moan loudly, hearing it echo around the cave as he continues pushing in.

“Feel good?” He asks and I could almost hear the smirk in his voice, I could only answer with a sharp cry as he continues grazing against that same spot. I could finally feel his hips against my own, his balls slapping against my ass lightly.

At some point I must have wrapped my legs around his waist as I attempt to push myself into him to feel more of his cock pushing inside me, feeling giddy as I did so, my heart rate accelerating.

“More,” I stumbled to think in Na’Vi but managed to utter that word out, feeling cock drunk at the moment, and feeling him sliding out while gliding against the same spot had me seeing stars, I grunted as I attempted to grind my hips upward but failed at meeting his thrust back in, only howling in pleasure as he did, my voice bouncing around the cave.

“Shh, you do not want them to catch us, do you?” He whispers in my ear and I bring my bottom lip up between my teeth to hush myself at that moment, biting down harder as he thrusts back in, the distinct sound of his balls slapping on my skin being heard.

“I’m close-“ I huff out and close my eyes tightly as I feel the tip of his penis slightly kissing my womb.

“You’re very tight, you feel amazing,” He mumbles into my neck before feeling his canines nibble down onto my neck, causing me to clench down onto him, feeling his cock hitting the best spots inside me all over again.

“Rotxo I’m going to-“ I didn’t even get to fi ish that sentence as I came over his cock still thrusting deep into me, hearing him groan loudly at the feeling of my orgasm as he attempted to continue his previously set pace, failing to do so as he too comes. His cock spurting hot ropes of cum into my waiting womb, desperation filling him as he attempts to push his cock deep within me as he comes undone.

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“Where are Rotxo and Y/n!” Ao’nung asks in a frustrated fashion after having been searching for the pair alongside the his sister, Lo’ak, Neteyam, Spider, and Kiri. Tuk had been following the big kids as they searched for the two missing from their group.

Everyone desperate to find the other person not belonging to their group in order to win the bet, and each side growing frustrated at not being able to find the other player.

“What about that cave?” Tsireya is quick to ask as she points toward it.

“Nobody was in there when I checked earlier.” Tuk pipes up as she twirls around on the sand before them, picking up one of the seashells from the floor and marveling at it’s beauty.

“Did you actually look inside or ask if anyone was in there before moving on?” Lo’ak asks with his hands crossed across his chest.

Tuk just shrugged it off as she continued picking up more shells off the ground, finding more interest in them than she had during her game of hide-and-seek. Her childlike wonder having gotten the best of her, making her forget all about the bet that was going on.

“You do know if both of them are in there this game ends in a tie, right?” Kiri asks as she attempts to not roll her eyes at Ao’nung and Lo’ak.

“So?” Ao’nung was quick to say.

“That means nobody does any extra chores.” Neteyam points out.

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chapter x - gust & flame

Eris Vanserra x Reader

Eris Vanserra has been a prisoner in his own home since the day he was born. He has done what he had to in order to survive and protect the few he loves. And he is playing the long game. Waiting, waiting, and waiting for the right time to make his move, to usurp his wicked father and become High Lord of Autumn Court. But things become even more complicated when a human girl drops into his life. Perhaps Eris can wait no longer to take his throne.

Word Count: 3,800+

Warnings: negative reflections on sexual relationships, spoilers for entire ACOTAR series

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All of the servants and guards in the Forest House avoided any eye contact as Eris stomped down the halls. They could sense his foul mood. On days like this, Eris wondered if he was any better than his father with the way people feared him in this court. 

Eris had gone hunting with his hounds in an attempt to cure his current disposition. But it had done very little to help him. 

Even his mother had caught onto it this morning when they had tea and coffee. 

“It’s her,” she had told him. 

“What do you mean?” Eris bit back without meaning to. 

But his mother had only smirked at him. “When one already feels the bond, being away from one’s mate for long periods of time can have…negative consequences.” She’d cleared her throat slightly. “Foul moods, easily irritated.” 

“I’m fine,” Eris had tried to argue. 

But now, as he glared at anyone and everyone in the Forest House, he knew his mother had probably been onto something.  

The sun had just set, making the sky a glowing orange that only Autumn Court could manifest. When he walked into his bedchambers, the light from the window made it seem like the whole place was on fire. In a way, it always had been. 

Eris ripped his leather riding gloves off and chucked them on the nearest table. 

He poured himself some wine, already knowing it wouldn’t making him feel any better. 

Eris poured himself a second glass already. He turned to the fireplace and snapped his finger, setting it alight instantly. 

Just as he sat down, a piece of paper fell into his lap. 

Eris’ stomach dropped for a moment, immediately imagining the worst. Had Y/N been hurt again? No, surely she hadn’t. He would’ve felt it. 

Lucien wishes to meet with you tomorrow at dusk. The manor where the exiles reside. He’s met her. I think he knows who she is to you.

Eris swore at Rhysand’s meaning. Of all the days to receive such a letter…

The obvious instinct was to blow off his youngest brother’s request. Who did Lucien think he was, demanding such things from him? 

But Eris knew that Lucien wouldn’t give up so easily. And if he ignored the meeting, it would most likely only answer his brother’s suspicions of who Y/N was. 

Eris sighed and rubbed his face. Now he had to find a way to sneak out of Autumn Court without notice. 

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Cassian and Nesta met at Y/N’s shop just as she was finished closing up. 

“Hello!” Y/N greeted them cheerfully. 

Nesta gave her a subtle smirk, while her mate beamed at her. 

“Ready for some drinking and dancing?” Cassian asked. 

Y/N nodded enthusiastically as she grabbed her coat. The keys to the store jingled in her hand as she practically skipped to the door.

The couple followed her outside, waiting patiently as she looked up the door of the shop. 

When they got to pleasure hall, it was already bustling with people. And the energy was contagious. 

Y/N smiled with delight. 

Parties with such strangers was not something she’d ever really experienced. Yes, her coven would have seances and celebrate holidays. However, it never included anyone outside her coven. There was always drinking and dancing. But there was never the allure that you could meet a stranger at any moment. 

“What will ya be havin’, Y/N?” Cassian asked just as she spotted their friends.

Feyre, Rhysand, Morrigan, and Azriel were tucked away at a corner booth, somewhat hidden in the darkest part of the pleasure hall. 

Y/N still found it shocking that the High Lord and Lady of this court could live almost normally. Most people at Rita’s didn’t even acknowledge them. Some would do a double take, but then move on with their night. 

“Who’s watching Nyx?” Y/N asked without thinking. 

Since that terrifying day, she was always concerned about the toddler’s safety. Perhaps the boy was still in danger. After all, they still didn’t know who had attacked them. Was it Hybern, still fighting after the war? Another court? 

Nesta answered with, “Elain and Amren…and obviously the twins are always hiding about.” Then she nudged Y/N’s arm. “Don’t worry. There’s a million wards on that River House. Rhys and Feyre would never leave his side if they felt he wasn’t completely safe.” 

“Still, no one has given me their poison for this evening,” Cassian reminded them. 

Y/N laughed as she said, “Wine, please.”

Nesta smirked and nodded. “I shall do the same.” 

Cassian nodded, gave Nesta a kiss, and then went off to the bar. 

As they walked to the table their friends were waiting at, Y/N asked Nesta, “Why didn’t Emerie and Gywn come?”

Nesta shrugged. “Emerie had to restock her store with new shipments. And Gwyn…she still struggles with crowds and new places.” 

Y/N nodded in understanding. When she'd heard Gwyn’s story, her heart had broken. That was unfortunately true for all of the priestesses and others that joined their Valkyrie training. The hardships and heartbreak never ended. 

Cassian returned with giant goblets of wine for both Nesta and Y/N. 

And both of them barely drank half of them before Morrigan was dragging the females onto the dance floor. 

Y/N giggled at the aggressiveness of it all. But it didn’t take much to convince her to dance. She loved it, after all. 

She turned back to their booth to see that Cassian and Rhys were talking amongst themselves. But Azriel…Azriel was subtly watching them. No…not them. Her. 

“He refuses to dance,” Morrigan muttered in her ear, obviously catching the two watching each other. She spun Y/N around and forced them to face one another. “It took me centuries just to get him to start coming here with me.” 

“And Cassian?” Y/N asked Nesta with a laugh. 

Nesta smirked mischievously. “He will make his way over as soon as he catches another male trying to dance with me.”

Y/N’s gaze moved to Feyre, who looked the least happy to be forced onto the dance floor. 

“Rhys will do whatever his High Lady wishes,” Morrigan giggled. 

“He is a better dancer than I ever could be,” Feyre admitted with a subtle blush to her cheeks. 

Morrigan spun Y/N once again, making them both laugh. 

“I need more wine,” Y/N admitted, skipping back to their table. 

She once again shared a look with Azriel. The shadowsinger never failed to confuse her. Even the winds could tell her very little about him. He kept his secrets close, which made his mystery even more alluring to Y/N. 

There was a part of her who wished to dare and ask him to dance with her – just to see what he would say.

But Azriel broke there connection as he looked over her shoulder at someone behind Y/N.

He didn’t exactly glare, because the shadow singer was much more controlled than that. But it was obvious he was watching someone he was not fond of. 

“Who invited him?” Azriel asked evenly, trying to seem unfazed as he took a sip of wine. 

Y/N turned around to discover that it was Lucien. 

“I did,” she answered confidently, turning back around to defy the shadowsinger. Then raised a brow to Azriel, silently daring him to challenge the decision. 

Azriel blinked, somewhat surprised. 

But Y/N had already turned and rushed to Lucien with a welcoming smile. 

“You came!”

Lucien smiled, not expecting her to be genuinely happy that he took her up on the invitation. “I told you I would.” 

“Dance with me?” But Y/N didn’t really give him room to actually answer. Instead, she grabbed his wrist and brought him to the dance floor. 

Y/N jumped and spun on her own. 

It took her a few moments to realize Lucien was simply standing still and smirking at her. 

“What?” She asked. “Don’t dance?” 

The next second, the music slowed down. Everyone around her grabbed a partner and the rest took a break at their tables or went to the bar for more refreshments. 

“I’m much better with a partner,” Lucien admitted, and offered his hand. 

Y/N hesitated before taking it. “I don’t know…umm…f-formal dances.” 

Lucien looked around at the other dancers surrounding them. “I don’t believe you’ll need to in such an establishment.” 

Y/N did the same and realized most partners were just swaying and stepping. 

“Do you like dancing?” Lucien asked her quietly. 

“I do. Though I hadn’t realized how long it’s been since I did it. My…c-coven used to dance around bonfires, under every full moon.” She smirked before adding, “Naked.” 

“You are trouble…” Lucien shook his head, trying to hide his smile. “And where is this coven now?” 

“Dead,” Y/N said lightly, the wine clearly refusing to let the subject bring her down.

She needed to dance after all. 

Lucien's movements stumbled, but his hands were still on her. He gave her a genuine sympathetic look, “I’m so very sorry.”

Y/N shrugged. “I know I’m not the only one who has suffered great loss…”

The song was over and the next one was back to its high energy. And their small moment of vulnerability was over.

In its place, there was a strange tension between the two of them. 

Y/N bowed her head, no longer meeting his gaze. 

“I-I-I’m going to get more wine,” she mumbled before leaving Lucien alone on the dance floor and hurrying to the bar. 

As the night went on, Y/N got drunker and drunker. 

The anxiety of bringing Lucien was forcing her to drink more than she had planned on. But she also couldn’t remember the last time she let herself go and just…have fun. She was always on the run, always in danger. And being drunk was not a way to survive – it was irresponsible. 

If her drunkenness was obvious, none of her friends seemed to mind. Cassian danced with her, and then Mor or Nesta would steal here away.

Late into the night, they were all taking a break at the booth when Morrigan giggled and told Y/N, “Some handsome males have their eyes on you…”

If she was telling the truth, Y/N hadn’t noticed. 

So, she just laughed too and took a quick sip of wine. 

“Will you not talk to any of them?” Nesta asked. 

Y/N was too busy feeling her face get red and staring into her goblet of wine to see that the rest of the table was giving Mor warning looks. She was entering dangerous territory. 

But Y/N just shrugged at the question and became somewhat bashful. 

“Do you not enjoy the company of men?” Mor pushed. 

Clearly, she hadn’t noticed the subtle look from their friends to stop. In fact, for all Mor knew, she and Y/N were having a private conversation. 

Y/N’s face scrunched in honest consideration. “I-I’ve had my fair share of lovers during my travels – with mortal men,” she clarified. 

Then she sputtered, spitting out laughter at herself for using the word ‘lovers’. 

“Lovers,” Y/N repeated her own words in a giggle. “As if they were even worthy of the title.”

Y/N’s face suddenly became somewhat sober, twisting into something almost sad. 

Her eyes grew distant. “It never really ended up feeling how I wanted it to. I was always left feeling…used.” 

She let out a drunken, huff of a laugh. “So I stopped bothering…” 

After a few moments of silence from her friends, Y/N finally lifted her gaze and realized everyone at the table was looking at her. 

Y/N blinked, now realizing what she had just admitted to her friends. 

Feyre, Mor, and Nesta looked back at her with sympathy.

But then Y/N’s gaze shifted to the males.

Cassian appeared sad. Rhysand and Lucien, both disgusted. But Azriel…Azriel looked…almost furious. 

And every second, Y/N regretted saying anything at all. 

Mor saved her as she dragged here away from the table and everyone's reactions, “Come, let us get back to dancing!”

After a few songs, Y/N started to notice the stares of those males Mor had been referencing. They were all handsome. Perhaps all in their own way, but still handsome. 

“I would like to believe that a few centuries of immortality has made male faes much better lovers,” Mor whispered in her ear when she caught Y/N looking. 

The witch smirked, not breaking eye contact with one of them.

He was tall, with blonde hair so light that it was almost white. It was cut shorter on the sides and longer on top. His eyes were an icy blue. He had a strong jaw, a wide mouth, and almost perfect lips. 

He was definitely more beautiful than any man Y/N had ever let touch her. 

Y/N started stepping towards him. 

He seemed pleased with her approach, standing up straighter.  

“Hello,” she cooed, sounding surprisingly sober. 

“Hello,” he greeted in return. Then he tilted his head, slowly looking her up and down. “They tell me you are the witch.”

The witch. Not a witch. Had she already gained some sort of reputation in Velaris? 

“The witch has a name,” she answered with a narrowed gaze. “Y/N.” 

“My apologies, Y/N. I meant no offense. I only bring it up because I started to believe you were casting some sort of spell on all the poor and helpless males in this pleasure hall.” 

Oh, he just had to be charming, too. Didn’t he?

“My names Donton,” he added with a smirk. 

Just as Y/N was about to ask Donton to take her somewhere private, the males gaze darkened and he eyed someone over her shoulder. 

“Y/N, time to go,” a deep voice said behind her. 

Her face dropped with annoyance as she turned to face Azriel. 

“I never said anything about going home,” Y/N curtly told him. 

“Cassian and Nesta just left. I am your only way home.” 

“I don’t believe she had any interest in going home,” Donton cut in. 

Y/N was impressed by his boldness. She had seen how people reacted to Azriel. Most feared him. But really, they just didn’t understand him. 

Azriel ignored the male. 

But he stepped closer to Y/N and lowered his voice as he said, “You are drunk, Y/N. And it is time to go.” 

Y/N squared up with him, but she knew there was no winning. Azriel wouldn’t make a scene, but she could fully expect him to drag her into his shadows and whisk her to the other side of Velaris. And her pride wouldn’t allow such a thing. 

So, she turned back to Donton. 

“Perhaps another night,” she told him gently, trying not to appear embarrassed. 

He gave her a polite bow of his head. “Any night that you wish, Y/N.” 

She was grateful that he wasn’t deterred by the overprotective Illyrian spymaster. 

But as Y/N turned to leave, she shouldered Azriel hard. Even though she knew it hurt her more than it could ever hurt him. 

The rest of the group had left, except Mor, who now talked to a group of females at a different table. 

As soon as they were outside, the brisk night air woke Y/N up a bit.

She turned around and got into Azriel’s face. “Am I a grown woman?” 

Azriel blinked. And his shadows hid behind his shoulders. 

Y/N stepped even closer. “I asked you: Am I a grown woman?”

“Yes,” he finally answered evenly. 

“Then you are not my nanny. I may do as I wish,” Y/N huffed and shoved past him again to march onward. 

He called out, “Where are you going?” 

“Back to the House of Wind,” she growled over her shoulder without stopping. 

But then Y/N was suddenly picked up and launched into the air, yelping with surprise.

“You bastard!” She snapped at him, trying to wiggle out of his hold before they got too high. 

The Illyrian had the audacity to smirk at her outrage and flapped his wings harder, making them launch even higher at a speed she didn’t appreciate. 

As soon as they landed at the House of Wind, Y/N shoved her way out of his arms and started stomping away. 

“Y/N, wait,” Azriel called out to her gently. 

For some reason, she did as he asked and turned to look at him expectantly. 

“I did not mean to embarrass you. After what you said tonight…” his words died out. “You had a lot of wine and I didn’t want you to regret your actions.”

Y/N wanted to still be angry. But Azriel’s eyes were soft and only filled with concern. “Perhaps you are right…about the wine. But I am not yours to publicly claim. I am a free woman – and I’ve spent my whole life making sure it stays that way.”

Azriel gave a final nod. “I understand. I am sorry, Y/N.” 

They stared into each other's eyes for a moment longer before she finally continued on to her bedroom. 

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Eris knocked on the arched, wooden door of the manor. Surely Lucien would’ve sensed his arrival. But his brother wasn’t the only one who resided here. 

Lucien was swift in answering. 

He took one look at his eldest brother and said, “You look like shit.” 

Eris wanted to bite back even harsher. But he knew his brother was only speaking the truth. His mother was right: staying away from his unbounded mate was starting to take a toll on him. 

But instead, Eris snapped, “You do not understand how much you put at risk, asking for such impromptu meetings.” 

No greeting. No pleasantries. 

Lucien glared. “Would you have preferred that I write a letter inquiring about your mate, one that could easily be intercepted by our father?” 

Eris flexed his right hand, immersing it in dangerous flames. Without any invitation, Eris pushed his way into the manor by grabbing hold of Lucien’s collar and shoving him back. 

Lucien scoffed at such an attack. “So it is true…she is your mate.” 

“I said nothing of the sort,” Eris growled. 

However, Lucien didn’t look victorious from discovery the truth of Y/N. 

Instead, his face dropped as he asked, “Why did you go to the Night Court? Why not come to me?” 

Eris finally let go of his brother and put out his fire. “Last I heard, you were an emissary for the same court…” His eyes looked around the entry hall of the manor. “Or is this your home now, brother? Truly, I can’t keep track of where your loyalties lie any longer.”

Lucien ignored the passive insults directed towards him and brushed off invisible dirt from his outfit. 

“Do you not find it ironic that you call this place home? This manor that was gifted to all of you by your mate’s once-fiancé?”

Eris was bating his brother now, trying to get the attention off himself.

“So this is your plan?” Lucien asked. “To hide her forever?” 

There was no use in pretending Y/N was anything else to Eris. Lucien would not be fooled by any lies. 

Eris’ glare tore into his brother. “You of all people should understand what would happen if I did anything else.” 

“Yes, and I recall being forced to watch as you did nothing,” Lucien hissed. 

Eris surprised them both by bellowing, “I could not save you both!”

Lucien froze as he watched his brother take in quick and heavy breaths. 

“I chose my brother,” Eris declared. “And I would do it again.”

Lucien stared in disbelief. 

Tamlin had never shared if Eris had helped him escape Autumn Court on that dreadful day. And perhaps Lucien just didn’t want to believe it. Maybe he had to convince himself that there was nothing left for him in Autumn Court – except his mother, who remained a prisoner with no chance of escaping. 

“What are you truly mad about, Lucien? That I’m protecting her in a way you failed to so with your lover…or because all of this might be proving that I’m the not the monster you have conjured up in your head?” 

Lucien was speechless. 

“If Beron would torture one of his son’s lovers for merely being Lesser Fae,” Eris paused, feeling sick at the thought. “What do you think he would do to my mortal mate?” 

But Lucien didn’t need to answer, because they both already knew. 

“You were more of a father to me than that bastard ever was,” Lucien pointed out. “Yet, you have hunted me just the same as the others.” 

“I have done what I must,” was all Eris responded with. 

Lucien should’ve known better than to try and get his eldest brother to admit to even slightly caring about him. 

Instead, he decided to truly take his brother in, noting the deep shadows under his eyes and the less than perfect posture. “I’ve seen what happens when two mates are separated…”

“We are not mated. And she is oblivious to the bond,” Eris corrected. 

“Perhaps,” Lucien shrugged. “But you also should not feel the bond so strongly with a mortal. And she is more than that: she is a powerful and gifted witch.” 

Eris had reached his tipping point. “I will take my leave now.” 

“She has opened a store,” Lucien quickly added. “In Velaris. She’s helping them with injuries and ailments, both of the body and mind. Already they have started to adore her.”

Eris tried to control his heart, to stop it from quickening as he heard more about his forbidden mate. 

So, he responded with a harsh, “Good. Night Court will truly become her home.”

But Lucien wasn't done yet. “Cassian tells me that she is training with the Valkyrie now. Apparently, she has quite the talent with the bow,” he added with a smirk. 

Eris stored such information, but said nothing. 

He reached into his inside jacket pocket and pulled out an envelope, slapping it to his brother’s chest as he walked to the door. 

A letter from their mother. 

“Did you read it?” Lucien asked, only somewhat concerned. 

“I don’t have to,” Eris muttered. “I already know you are her favorite.” 

Lucien had followed as his brother walked outside the manor.

“Eris,” he called. 

The eldest Vanserra almost didn’t stop to turn around, almost winnowed away without hearing his brother’s final words. 

But he paused and gave Lucien an impatient look. 

“Whatever your plan is…do not underestimate our father. You may fool everyone else into believing you are equal in evil. But I know you better than you realize. He will not give up his throne without bloodshed.” 

Eris didn’t respond, only winnowing away. 

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OK. I was really excited about this chapter.

I also have had a terrible past week, so please write nice comment, reblogs, and book report message. 🥺👉🏻👈🏻

chapter xi

[fandoms--fluff]

The Things I’d Do For You

Older Mikaelson sister reader x Hope Mikaelson

Summary: Hope distances herself away from you and everyone so you go to her school, and comfort her through a breakdown about your dead family members and her fears and guilt and everything

Warnings: mentions of death, swearing

A/n: very fluffy but angst at the same time i think? And of course had to incorporate Alaric bashing. Currently working on more hope content!!!!!!

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Some would think with the mass age difference of six hundred between you and your younger sister, Hope, that the two of you wouldn’t be that close. But it’s the total opposite. Ever since Hope met you and you guys have bonded, you’ve been closer with each other than anybody else. 

You may have different mothers, both are dead, but you still feel close to one another either if you were half sister like now or full sisters. 

Your mother abandoned you when you were very young, and even when she was there, she wasn’t ever the best mother anyways. You crossed paths with your father, the original Klaus Mikaelson, when you were in England in 1492 after you were turned almost a century prier from being killed by ironically, a vampire, when you were 19. He was on his journey to just about complete the sacrifice with Katerina Petrova in some little days when you showed up. He automatically could tell you were connected to him in the first couple minutes of talking. Something about you seemed so similar. 

That’s when he got you to open up about your past that you both put together what had happened. Starting when your mother and him had a long relationship until she ran away one day with no trace to follow. Like she evaporated out of existence, fell off the face of the Earth. She was pregnant with you, their daughter and obviously hadn’t wanted Klaus to find out about you and tried to do everything in her power to get rid of you, not knowing you’d be a first born Mikaelson witch-tribrid when you were born. 

It was the first time in a while that Klaus had openly showed affection with anyone, but with you, he didn’t skip a heart beat. After meeting for the first time and connecting with your father, you guys had went your separate ways, Klaus not wanting Mikael to find out about you. 

You had kept in touch with each other, meeting all your aunts and uncles, besides from Finn until Mystic Falls in 2010 and Freya later on after you came back to New Orleans because a call from your uncle Elijah about something he shouldn’t tell you over the phone. After that, you quickly packed your things and left Mystic Falls after saying goodbye to your friends, Caroline, Stefan, Bonnie, and Damon. 

After everything that had went down over the years when Hope was growing up and learning how you were her sister and about your past. She always made it clear that she looked up to you and wanted to be like you, someone who’d drop everything to help her family. You didn’t know how to feel about that when she first told you after you read her a bed time story when she was six, but after that, you knew how special you are to her. Even your dad and Hayley pulled you aside to say how grateful they were to have you stay in Hope’s life even though you had every right to not want to. 

She had started sneaking into your room at night when she was supposed to be asleep when she was seven. It woke you up straight away when you heard the doorknob turn, but after a while you knew how to tell it was her. You’d always welcome her into your arms and let her cuddle you to her hearts contents. 

It slowed down for a couple years when she was entering her teenage years, thinking that she was too old for it, but caved a couple times. 

It picked up greatly after your guys’ dad and uncle Elijah died, plus her mom, Hayley, who you were starting to consider a mother figure yourself. And it hadn’t stopped or slowed down, not that your complaining though, it’s just when she was younger she’d always tell you when somethings wrong or if she just wanted cuddles. Now, she barely opens up, and when she does, it’s when she’s on the brink of a meltdown and you calmly pull her out of it. 

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Like right now, you’re really worried about your baby sister. She hasn’t phoned or texted you for a couple days now since going back to the boarding school after winter break. You’re getting anxious about what might happen, considering everything that happened with the boy that she was dating and he had died the previous year. 

You’re pacing back and forth in your room at the abattoir when you feel a presence in the doorway. “What are you doing here Marcel?” You stop your pacing and turn over to look at the younger vampire. 

“I just wanted to check in on you, I haven’t seen you out in a couple days” he says and comes into the room, standing in front of you. 

“I’m just worries about Hope, I haven’t heard anything from her in almost a week and she hasn’t been answering my phone calls or texts. I’m trying to figure out if I did something to make her mad at me, or if I forgot about something and she’s mad about that” you rant to him. 

“Hey, take a deep breath, I’m sure everything is fine. How about you go visit her, and if your nervous, you have friends there that can also give you a helping hand about it, right?”

“Yeah, thanks Marcel” you guys quickly hug before he leaves and you start packing a bag. 

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Once you get to Mystic Falls, you were about to turn around from the school and just go over to see Damon, but before you can, you get a phone call from an unknown caller. Sighing, you answer it, not having any reason not to. 

A voice quickly starts speaking, “Hey Y/n, I’m Lizzie, Hope’s friend- kinda friend? from school. I know from what Hope had told me about you that you dont like to be disturbed, but I think you might want to know about this.”

“What happened, is hope alright?” you ask concerned. 

“I don’t know, she hasn’t left her room besides for necessaties and won’t talk to any of us. I was wondering how fast you can get here, I know it’s far from New Orleans but I’m worried about her. It’s as if she’s turned off her emotions even though she hasn’t activated her vampire part” Lizzie quickly tells you, worry evident in the girl’s voice. 

“Hey, hey, sweetie, calm down, it’s going to be okay. Believe it or not, I was just on my way to the school, I’ll be there in five minutes, okay?” You soften your tone. 

“Okay, thanks” she says, clear that she’s taking deep breathes before hanging up. 

You put your phone down and immediately step on the gas, breaking more than one speed limit getting to the boarding school in record time. As you step into the school, you see a tall blond girl leaning against a wall, waiting anxiously. 

You walk over to her, and place your hand on her shoulder. “You must be Lizzie, right?” You say.

“Yeah, sorry about the panicked phone call, I didn’t know who else to phone” she murmured, calming from your gentle touch.

“It’s alright, I know you’re worried, is Hope in her room?” You asked, already knowing the answer. “Um, yeah. The last time she came out was to take a shower last night” she tells you. 

“Okay, thanks Lizzie. I’ll see you later” you smile and squeeze the siphoner’s shoulder before making your way to your sister’s room. 

You knock on her door, not getting an answer, but you know she’s in there from her breathing and heart beat. You memorized how they sound when she was younger in case anything happened. 

Unlocking the door with your magic, you walk into her room. Her back is facing the now closed door and you, “I thought I made it clear I didn’t want you Lizzie” Hope sternly says, not noticing it’s you and not her blond friend. 

“Good thing I’m not Lizzie then” you tell her, crossing your arms over your chest. 

Hope immediately freezes, realizing who is in her room. It’s definitely not her frenemy, but her big sister. The same sister who she’s been ignoring for almost a week. The same sister who she knows was worried the second she made her phone calls go to voicemail.

She doesn’t know what to do, but she does turn around, which she doesn’t know if it’s a smart move or not, seeing the stern and worrisome look you have. 

“Y/n” she mumbles. 

“Hey Hope, I want you to know that I’m not mad at you” you tell her, slowly making your way over to her. She lets out a breath of air she didn’t even know she was holding in. 

“All I want to know is why you’ve been pushing everyone who cares about you away” you crouch down in front of where she’s sitting on her bed. 

She shakes her head, trying to avoid eye contact with you. 

You look over to her nightstand and see pictures and small trinkets laid out in a haphazard manner. Looking closer, you notice the pictures are the ones you printed for her when she was 12. They’re some of her, you, your guys’ family, both of you in selfies from when she was really young. 

You reach over and pick a handful of them up. “I remember this day, I took you to the zoo and you wouldn’t leave the lion exhibit because you were waiting for Simba to come over to you and have a conversation with him. I’m pretty sure Hayley despised me for allowing you to watch Lion King all those times, she said one day you’d drive her crazy with how much you sang the songs” you hand Hope the photo. 

She chuckled, tears forming in her eyes. “I remember, I kept begging mom to go back to the zoo with you after. I was committed to try talking to a lion” she looked back up at you with a sad smile, remembering the day more clearly. 

You see the emotion in her face, you smile knowing you’re getting somewhere. Digging another one out of the pile. “Oh, this was a fun day. Dad took us to the ice cream place and allowed us to get whatever we wanted. By the end of the day you had, I swear, the biggest sugar high ever.” 

Hope took the photo handed to her, it shows a picture that you’re taking with your phone with your guys’ dad across the table and her beside you with ice cream all around her mouth. “Mom yelled at dad the second she saw me” Hope’s smile widened. 

“Yeah, boy did he get a talking to. But even through all that, you still somehow fell asleep in my arms, and ironically it was during the loudest part of it” you say, making you both chuckle. 

You sort through the pictures in your hands, pausing after seeing a specifically worn out one with light yellow aging on the outline.  

“Hm, now where’d you get this one?” You say with a risen eyebrow, lifting a picture of you from the 1840s. You’ve been looking for it in your room at the abattoir but you had a hunch of where it went, and it seems you were right. 

Hope pauses for a second, realizing she got caught with something. “...I may have taken it from your room. It was after m-mom died and I couldn’t find you, but I saw this on your dresser. And I thought you looked to so pretty in it, I took it because... I don’t know really. I guess I was scared that you were going to leave too and maybe having something close to you from your history made me think that it help with my paranoia.” your younger sister slowly explained, thinking back to when she took it. 

“You were really scared, weren’t you?” You softly say more than ask.

“Mhm, I thought you’d be next. But then it was Dad and Uncle Elijah. I’m so scared you’re gonna leave me too” Hope sobbed, finally breaking after not talking for so long about it. 

You immediately put the pictures down and lean forward from where you’re still crouching and pull her into your arms. One of your hands lay on the back of her head, rubbing your finger tips in slow circles. It’s something you used to do when she’d come to you with nightmares. 

“Oh sweetie, I’m so sorry you’ve felt this way. You don’t have to worry, I’m not going anywhere, I won’t let anyone make me leave you ever again” you tell her and kiss her forehead. 

You wrap your arm tightly and securely around Hope’s lower back. After a second, you stand up, carrying her. Her legs automatically wrap around your torso and she clings to you tighter than before, letting her emotions out as she cries into your neck. 

“E-everyone around me d-dies. I th-thought if I distanced myself from everyone then n-no one else would die” she explains her actions to you through her sobs. 

You start walking around the room and slightly bouncing her as if she were a baby. Some may find it weird that you’re doing this with a fifteen year old but it’s starting to calm her down, so screw what other people may think weird about it. 

 “Baby, that would seem like the best choice at the moment, but after a while you’ll feel so alone until you don’t feel at all. Think of it as a human humanity switch. No one, especially me, wants you to go through it, it’s horrible” you tell her, your own eyes starting to water from how your sister has been feeling. 

She clings to you, her arms wrapped around your neck, like a koala. She doesn’t want anyone else she loves to die. “I want them to come back” she whimpers through her crying. 

“Me too, me too. If I could just wave my hand and have them appear, I would.” You go back over to her bed and sit down on it with Hope now sitting on your lap, not wanting to let you go.

“I-I miss Mommy and Dadddy and uncle ‘Lijah” she mumbles, trying to blink her tears away. 

"Oh I know you do, I know sweet girl" you comfort her, rubbing your hand in circles on her back. You feel horrible for not realizing it sooner, how she felt on the inside about all of this. But who can blame her, she's only fifteen and lost so many important people in her life, and now scares that by getting close to anyone will send them to their death beds aswell.

She nuzzles further into your chest and scrunches up fistfuls of your shirt in her hands. Looking to the side, you see the simba stuffed animal you got Hope for christmas when she was eight in front of her pillows.

You unwrap one of your arms from the fifteen year old and grab the stuffed animal. Kissing Hope's forehead, you slowly start to move a couple inches away from her, earning you a whine of protest. Before she crashes back into you, you press the stuffed animal to her chest.

"You still have this" you say softly. She looks down and slowly unwraps her arms from you, noticing what you're talking about.

She picks Simba up into her arms and snuggles him after a couple back and forth glance between you and the stuffed animal. "Would never get rid of him, you gave it to me" she pouts at how you dare would've thought that, behind the lion's head.

-

“Well now I know where all my things are going” you softly chuckled, noticing the reason why the sweater Hope is wearing looks so familiar, it’s yours.

"You're clothes are just comfier" she mumbles into your chest, the lion held tight in her left arm.

"Is that right?" You ask with a teasing smile on your face. "Mhm."

"You're not gonna leave. Right?" She looks up at you with widened puppy eyes. "I'm not going to leave, I promise" you brushed the hair out of her face. You get an approving nod, before laying back into her big sister.

"I think it's time I move back into our old house" you say and she looks up at you with confusion. "Oh, right you've never been there, have you?" You ask. She shakes her head.

"Well, our dad built-actually got hybrids to build it, but that's whatever, a mansion just outside of town, and I'm pretty sure everything's still there. All I have to do is pack some things and get the keys to it from New Orleans before moving back in. I can't believe Alaric never told you about it- actuay I do believe that, he's an ass" you tell her.

"Wanna know a secret?" She whispers into your ear like she's seven again. "Of course" you whisper back.

"I think he's an ass too" she smiles, getting an affirming smile and nod from you. "Now you're speaking my language" you kiss the top of her head.

"I love you, y/n/n" she tells you.

"I love you too, little sis."

[onceuponaoneshotfanfic]

And All the Pieces Fall Right Into Place

I'll Write Your Name Chapter 2

Roy Kent x Latina!Popstar!Reader

3.7k words

Warnings: Language, adults drinking adult things, a smidge of slut-shaming, sexual references, immature adults, Roy being Roy

Holi Dani! I’m back in town. Let’s get together tonight! I miss you!

Under April’s watchful eye, I typed my text to Dani Rojas and hit send. I knew full well that the Greyhounds had a game; Keeley Jones had sent me their schedule, after all. Step one of the most insane idea in the world was officially in motion.

“Remember, you can’t seem too desperate,” April reminded me as we lounged in my living room. “We don’t want it to be obvious that you’re fishing for an invite. Just be really subtle, like ‘Oh you have a match? Wow I’ve never been to one.’ You know?”

I nodded. “Yeah, I know, I know.”

Bzz!

Dani’s quick response would have been surprising if it was anyone else; but Dani Rojas was the friendliest, most accommodating person I knew. Since we first met at a party for some tequila brand back in L.A., Dani and I immediately clicked. Our paths crossed frequently enough in London, and I considered him one of my favorite people in England. We bonded over our shared desire to find good pan dulce in London and how much we missed our big, crazy families when we were away. It wouldn’t be too hard to finagle an invitation to his game, right?

Aww chula, I wish! I’ve got a fútbol match tonight.

Just as I was crafting a text that would score me a ticket to Nelson Road, another message came in.

You should come!

“Well, shit,” I laughed, showing April my screen. “That was almost too easy.”

My assistant- sidekick and soulmate, I preferred to call her- chuckled and started typing on her own phone. “I’ll let Keeley and Lanie know that our mission is complete. And I’ll take care of getting your ticket. All you have to worry about now is looking hot and having a good meet-cute.” She paused, pursing her lips. “You and Kent… you two can flirt with each other, right?”

“The heck’s that supposed to mean?” I snorted as I texted Dani back, letting him know that I would love to go to his game.

She shrugged. “You two just didn’t seem to like each other very much.” Her matter-of-fact tone held no emotion. “You’re going to have to pull some Daniel Day-Lewis level acting for this to work.” April grinned at me. “I mean, your goal is to get an EGOT, right? Maybe your Oscar will be for acting.”

I couldn’t help but chuckle as Dani texted me back, all excitement. “Well, just call me Meryl, because that’s how good my acting will have to be to get people to think I’m into someone like Roy Kent.”

April’s face softened. “You’ve gotta admit,” she said slowly, “he’s pretty cute.”

“Cute?” I rolled my eyes. “I mean, sure, I could see how he could be considered handsome by some people. I could totally see him with models and shit. But if you’re worried about me falling for the guy, don’t stress.” I slouched further into my couch. “No way in hell am I falling for Roy freaking Kent.”

~

Keeley grinned and showed her phone to Roy. “She got Dani to invite her!” she hissed to the manager as they ate lunch together in his office. “Everything’s going according to plan.”

“Yeah,” Roy muttered flatly as he poked at his food. “Great.”

What the fuck had he gotten himself into? He hated this kind of shit, the paparazzi and attention. And he hated her party-girl lifestyle, always out at clubs. And what the fuck were they supposed to talk about on the dates Keeley would surely make them go on? He liked football, hanging out with Phoebe, reading… What did she like? Flirting with scrawny rockstars? Stealing her best friend’s boyfriend (according to the tabloid he’d noticed at the store that morning)? Her Malibu Barbie Dreamhouse, or wherever it was she lived when she was in Los Angeles? And he was going to have to endure months of this. Fucking hell.

But it was for Keeley, he reminded himself as he watched the blonde munch happily on her salad. She’d asked him to do something, something she knew he’d hate, and he said ‘yes’ without complaint. That had to mean something, right? Surely that would earn him a few points with her, maybe even enough to forget about the whole ‘pick one’ shit he and Jamie had pulled. She’d definitely see how above and beyond Roy was willing to go for her and remember why she had loved him, wouldn’t she?

Besides, seeing him with an admittedly gorgeous popstar on his arm might even make Keeley a smidge jealous.

“It’s gonna work.” Keeley’s reassuring voice penetrated his thoughts. “I know it is. You wouldn’t believe who’s gotten away with this scheme. You know that actor from-”

I’m drunk in the back of the car and I cried like a baby coming home from the bar

Roy stood, frowning in the direction of the suddenly bolstering changing room. “What the fuck is that?”

Keeley grinned as she hopped up and followed his gaze to the sight of Jamie and Colin and a few other guys shaking their hips and singing along. “Your new girlfriend,” she whispered with a wink. “Come on, Roy, you know this one. It was only her big hit last summer.”

“Hmmph.” Yeah, he recognized the catchy tune that still seemed to always be on the radio all these months later; Phoebe’d made him play it about twenty times in the car just that week. But why the fuck was his team screeching it while they got ready for their afternoon training?

Jamie’s smile widened at the sight of Roy and Keeley. “Oi! Did ya hear Dani’s news?”

“What’s up?” Keeley asked, as if she didn’t know exactly what Jamie was about to say.

Sure enough, Jamie pointed in the direction of Colin’s little speaker, where the music was blasting from. “She’s comin’! To our game tonight!” He looked just about ready to do a cartwheel. “Apparently, she and Dani are buddies, and he invited her to watch us! Can you believe it?”

“You’re kidding!” Keeley gasped convincingly, smacking Jamie on the arm. “How the fuck did he never tell us they’re friends?” She glanced at Roy before turning back to Jamie. “D’you reckon he’ll get her to go out with you boys tonight? Or is she too famous for our little Greyhounds?”

Richard appeared over Jamie’s shoulder. “I hope so,” he sighed. “She recently broke up with her boyfriend.” He waggled his eyebrows. “She’ll be looking for a rebound, no?”

Roy rolled his eyes. Shit, was this going to be an even bigger distraction than he thought, he realized. For the millionth time since he stood in Keeley’s office and signed the NDA, Roy was regretting this decision. But when he saw the excitement shining in Keeley’s eyes as she watched the Greyhounds dance around, he couldn’t help the soft sigh he let out.

Fuck, he hoped it was worth it.

~

I took one last look in the mirror. Little jean skirt, black leather jacket, boots. April had assured me that the outfit was perfect: casual enough for a game, stylish enough for a night out with the team, hot enough to catch the attention of Roy Kent. Or at least, look like I’d caught the attention of Roy Kent.

The car ride to Nelson Road was quicker than I’d expected, and the walk to my seat was a blur of phones taking photos and my name gasped out of people’s mouths. I wondered if, with all the time I’d be spending at Nelson Road in the coming weeks, the reaction would die down. Or if, like Keeley Jones had implied towards the end of our first meeting, my presence would lead to a spike in attendance.

She seemed to be hoping for the latter, because she made sure my seat was very visible: right by the pitch, close to the Greyhounds’ dugout. Even if I wasn’t the biggest soccer fan, I had to admit it was exciting being so close to the field; I quickly snapped a few pictures to send to my family, who would appreciate the view much more than I ever could.

When the team came out, I joined in the enthusiastic cheers and screams, shouting Dani’s name loudly. His face lit up when he spotted me, and I saw him nudging his teammates and pointing in my direction. Keeley had warned me about their reactions; indeed, they were grabbing each other and making faces similar to the ones my nephew made when he saw Mickey Mouse on his first trip to Disneyland.

“Whistle!”

The two syllables slammed against my ears. There he was, no longer in the black leather jacket I’d met him in, but instead wearing a dark blue Greyhounds jacket. One of the players- Jamie Tartt, I remembered- started animatedly talking to a very bored-looking Roy Kent. With one of those eyerolls that I knew I’d have to get used to seeing, he turned in my direction.

Despite my initial instinct to roll my own eyes, I instead forced myself to hold his gaze for a moment. A horrified thought suddenly struck me: Could Roy Kent pull this off?

Then his mouth tugged upwards in the corner, forming an admittedly sexy little smirk. In return, I let my eyes wander down his figure, taking in the way his jacket hugged his muscular arms and the way his pants hugged thick thighs. Damn. If I hadn’t already met him, if I hadn’t already discovered what a cranky and irritable grouch Roy Kent was, I’d probably be attracted to his smug expression and athletic build. He wasn’t my usual type, but I couldn’t deny that he was, frankly, kind of gorgeous.

He gave me a curt nod of acknowledgement before turning back to his team and shouting at them, his sharp yell reminding me that I was here for a reason. Remembering Keeley’s instructions, I pulled out my phone and snapped a couple of photos of the pitch, making sure to get Roy and the other Greyhounds in the frame. I quickly posted the picture to my social media and tagged Dani in it, as Keeley had suggested.

With the “official business” out of the way, I relaxed in my seat and prepared to at least appear to look like I was enjoying the game. Figuring that there were eyes and cameras pointed in my direction, I made myself steal several glances at Roy Kent; he must have been thinking the same thing, because more than once, he was already looking over at me.

~

Roy sighed when he looked over at the corner where most of the Richmond players were assembled, practically falling over themselves to get in a word with her.

It was a bit perplexing, honestly. These men were professional athletes. They regularly dated models and actresses. But this singer, this popstar, had them falling all over themselves trying to chat her up. Sure, Roy thought, her level of fame was pretty fucking impressive. She’d won a couple of Grammys, her songs were constantly on the radio, and he’d heard her latest tour was practically impossible to get tickets for. So maybe some of their fawning was justified.

He glanced at his phone, wishing he was at home in bed already. With a deep exhale, he made a beeline for Dani; the sooner he got this over with, the sooner he could leave, he reasoned.

“Oi,” Roy grunted as he approached the striker. He nodded towards the swarm of players, doing his best to keep his trademark disinterested expression on his face. “You going to introduce me to your friend?”

Dani’s eyes sparkled knowingly. “You too, eh Coach?” He chuckled and clapped Roy on the shoulder. “Vámonos.”

Roy’s heart stuttered in his chest as he followed Dani to the corner of the club, where he saw, of all people, Jamie sitting close to the singer, murmuring something in her ear. She laughed at whatever he said and responded with a smile on her face. Her eyes flickered to Roy as he approached; was that… disappointment he saw?

If it was, it was only there for a fraction of a second. Just like on the pitch, her eyes trailed over his figure, a small smirk forming on her lips. If he didn’t know better, Roy would be intrigued by the boldness on her face, the uninhibited way she eyed him. In the back of his head, he couldn’t help feeling a bit smug when he saw the way Jamie’s brows furrowed as the striker looked back and forth between the two.

She kept her eyes on Roy as she stood up and stepped away from Jamie and the guys. She batted her lashes at Roy before turning to Dani, her eyebrows raised expectantly.

Shit, Roy thought. She’s good at this.

“Chula,” Dani said, smiling at his friend. “I want you to meet my coach, Roy.” He turned to Roy. “Coach, this is-”

Roy reached out and took her hand in his and shaking it slowly. “Only an idiot doesn’t know who you are,” he hummed, raising his eyebrows. “You caused quite a stir with my team, you know. You enjoy the match?”

She nodded, giving his hand a squeeze before letting go. “I did. Sorry if I was a bit of a distraction.”

“I think you actually brought us luck.” Fucking hell, when was the last time Roy flirted like this? Was he doing it right? “You should come again sometime.”

Her smile widened as she tilted her head coyly. “Well, if that’s an invitation, maybe I will.”

Desperate to end this charade, Roy cleared his throat. “Have these fellas bought you a drink yet?” When she shook her head, he rolled his eyes playfully. “Fucking hell, guess I need to remind them what fucking manners look like.” With that, he placed his hand on her lower back and nodded towards the bar. “Come on, then.”

She winked at Dani and let Roy lead her to the bar, keeping that coy smile plastered on her face. Once they had ordered, she looked up at him, still smirking.

“Kent,” she hissed through gritted teeth. “Watch your fucking hands.”

Sure enough, Roy realized that his hand was dangerously low, just above the curve of her ass. Shit.

Despite his embarrassment, Roy scoffed, although he did remove his hand. “You’re a natural at that flirting shit,” he all but sneered. “Then again, I’m sure you’ve had plenty of practice, with all your shaggy little rockstar pricks.”

Her eyes narrowed for a fraction of a second as the bartender slid over her drink. Still, she kept her expression neutral; to anyone watching them, she looked as though she was enjoying their conversation. “Oh, I’m sorry.” Her snarky tone contrasted with her sweet face. “Tell me more about the women who sell stories about your dick to the press and steal your watches?”

“Oi,” Roy growled as he picked his beer up off the bar. “That happened once, alright?”

“You mean it got into the papers once,” she grumbled, sipping her drink. She raised her eyebrows at him. “So, what’s the plan?”

Roy frowned. “Fuck d’you mean? We’re doing the fucking plan.”

She shook her head. “Like, are you going to ask me to dance? Are we taking off and going to a restaurant or some shit?” Roy avoided looking at the way her lips wrapped around her little straw as she sipped her drink. “Keeley said it’s up to us, just no going home together on the first night.” The little snort she gave would’ve been adorable coming from anyone else. “As if.”

“Well, I guess if we dance, we don’t have to fucking talk,” Roy muttered, doing his best to mirror her amiable expression; it was challenging, he realized, looking cheery while feeling irritated as hell. He downed the rest of his beer and practically slammed the empty bottle on the bar. “One song, alright? I don’t usually fucking dance.”

“Trust me,” she hummed, finishing the last of her drink. “For me, you’d make an exception.” Flashing what he assumed was her most winning smile, she took Roy’s hand and led him to the crowded dance floor.

On the dance floor, she pressed her body close to his, her movements teasing and natural. Everything about her- her hips, her smile, her eyes on his, the way her hands played with her hair flirtatiously- would have normally had Roy’s chest feeling tight with attraction.

She brought her lips to his ear, looking as though she was probably flirting with him. “I swear to God,” she hissed. “If you get a boner, I will fucking kill you.”

Yeah. Right.

~

Officially introduced? Check.

Flirted? Check.

Had a drink together? Check.

Danced? Check.

We’d gone through enough of the motions. There was no way I was going to spend more time with Kent than I had to; we’d be thrown together enough in the coming weeks once the “dating” began. Besides, Keeley had warned me that Roy didn’t like to stay out late anymore. He was probably even more ready to call it a night than I was.

Sure enough, after a couple of songs, he gave a small grunt and looked at his phone.

“Should get going,” he grumbled.

“Why?” I huffed, fluffing my hair. “Will you fall asleep right here on the dance floor soon?”

He narrowed his eyes at me. “Anyone ever tell you you’re a real ball of fucking sunshine?”

“That’s an improvement from nightmare.” I exhaled and tugged at his jacket. “C’mere.”

Roy’s eyes widened. “Why?”

“So I can say goodnight, you idiot. Someone’s bound to take a photo of this.” Not waiting for an answer, I pulled his face close to mine and planted a small, lingering kiss on his cheek. His face was warm, a little itchy from his beard, and now carried a little red mark from my lipstick. I smiled up at him and released his jacket. “Goodnight, Roy Kent,” I hummed.

He cleared his throat and gave a curt nod. “Right. Goodnight, then.” He reached down and gave my hand a squeeze before turning and walking away, his movements stiff and almost robotic.

Fighting the urge to childishly wipe my mouth on the back of my hand, I returned to the corner where the Greyhounds were gathered. Dani’s face lit up when I slid into the booth next to him and stole a sip of his drink.

“Did you have fun dancing with Coach Kent, amor?” he asked, his voice dripping with teasing.

I smirked at my friend. “He was very nice,” I declared with a playful eyeroll.

“Roy doesn’t normally dance,” one of the players- Colin- informed me. “And he usually doesn’t stay out this late.” He waggled his eyebrows at me over his beer. “Wonder why he came out tonight.”

Putting on my best coy smile, I leaned forward. “What about when his girlfriend comes out with you all? Doesn’t he dance with her?”

Immediately, all the men at the table shook their heads. “Roy doesn’t have a girlfriend,” Isaac, their captain, clarified. “He actually hasn’t really dated anyone since….” He glanced around the table. “Well, since he broke up with his serious girlfriend, Keeley.”

“Keeley?” I echoed without thinking. “Keeley Jones?”  

Dani’s smile widened. “Oh, how do you know Keeley?”

Shit.

“I don’t,” I lied. “But I’ve heard of her. We’ve got some mutual friends. She’s a model, right?”

Isaac nodded. “She’s moved into PR, actually. Runs her own firm, works with the club. She’s brilliant.”

“And once upon a time, she and Roy were our OTP,” Colin sighed dreamily. “But they’re good friends now. Them and Jamie and their weird little dynamic.”

“Jamie dated her too,” Dani explained. “Before her and Roy got together.”

I nodded, slowly piecing together the story. “Jamie dated her too?” I chuckled, wondering why I felt like I should have been told all this ahead of time. “Gosh, she has a type, doesn’t she? Dating two guys from the same team.” I put my hands up and quickly added, “Not that I have the right to judge. I dated bandmates once, did not turn out well for the band.”

The guys laughed good-naturedly. As I was about to feign interest and ask another question about Roy, Jamie Tartt approached, plopping down on my other side and setting down a drink in front of me, his arm behind me on the booth casually.

“Finally escaped from Grandad, eh?” he joked, eyes twinkling playfully.

Damn. Normally, his pretty-boy looks and admittedly annoying swagger would be exactly what I wanted, and we’d probably have a fun couple of weeks in each other’s beds. But I needed to stick to the plan; besides, wasn’t I done with guys like this?

Offering the athlete nothing but a polite smile, I turned back to Dani and took my friend’s hand. “It was fun watching you play today,” I hummed. “Think I could come again? Become a Greyhounds fan?”

“Yes!” Dani kissed my forehead. “Please, amor, come to more of our games.” He nudged me. “I’m sure Coach Kent would not mind one bit.”

Hoping my smile was shy rather than obviously fake, I giggled. “He did tell me I brought you all luck,” I said slowly. I batted my eyelashes at Dani. “Don’t suppose you could pass along my phone number to him? I’d love to know which game he’d like me to bring luck to.”

The table fell into a dead silence, all eyes wide and mouths agape. After the guys exchanged looks that could only be described as utterly shocked, Colin finally cleared his throat.

“I’m sorry,” he started, “are you asking Dani to give Roy your phone number?”

Feigning innocence, I nodded. “Sure,” I chirped. “Is that alright? You all said he’s single, so…” I shrugged and turned to Dani. “Unless you think it’s too weird, chulo?”

“No, no,” Dani assured me. “I can give him your number.” He tilted his head at me. “You… you liked Coach Kent, then?”

Nope. Not at all. Not one fucking bit.

“Sure,” I giggled, hating myself. “I mean, as much as I can like a man after one drink and a couple of dances.”

His smile lit up the entire club as he lifted his drink. “Well, then Coach Kent is a lucky man. I will give him your number tomorrow, how does that sound?”

I tapped my glass to Dani’s. “Sounds like a plan.”

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[kaylatoonz]

Dreamwalker AU

This AU was inspired by a weird dream/nightmare I had a while ago and something intriguing I found in the Sonic X series. Apparently, in one of the subs or dub of Sonic X, it was mentioned that Amy and Sonic have a psychic link with each other that lets them sense when one of them is in danger (I'm not making this up a swear, I can't find the clip/episode for the life of me!)

Context:

Sonic never usually had dreams or nightmares, when he did he dreamed he was alone in a white void until he woke up. Sonic never gave these dreams, much thought until the night he arrived on earth alone, he dreamt of a girl. On the night he arrived on earth the white void he often dreamed of felt extra unwelcoming. The loneliness even in his dreams was too much for the little hedgehog so he wept and called out for anyone to stop this feeling.

His cries were answered by another lonely hedgehog appearing to console him. Since then they would meet in their dreams every so often to comfort each other or to simply talk. They eventually start to have a bit of fun when they discover they can materialize objects or landmarks into their dreamscape.

For a while, Sonic was satisfied with recreating environments and exploring them with Amy, but as time went by, it became harder to shove away that one thought that was bothering him, was Amy even real? As a kid, he thought it didn't bother him too much whether she was real or not, who wouldn’t want a cool imaginary friend? Now that he was older, the thought that she was possibly made up to keep himself sane bothered him more and more each time they met. Ultimately his frustration leads to him lashing out at Amy when she tells him she couldn’t come to earth to meet him in person. Sonic desperately wanted some semblance of proof that she was real but she couldn’t give him any reinsurance that mattered at the time. Unfortunately, for both of them, the discord temporarily severed their bond, preventing them from meeting in future dreams.

He mourns the loss of his friend whether she was real or not deeply hurt him and made him regret ever arguing with her. With each dream, he tried calling out to her, summoning her favorite places, and even recreating her but nothing seemed to work. Eventually, the hurt became too much for him so he forces himself to forget his possibly imaginary friend returning to his lonely life in Greenhills. That is until the events of the first movie.

Two years later(after the events of the first, second movie, and possibly the third movie) sonic is now living with Tom and Maddie, his parents alongside his two new brothers Tails and Knuckles. Although Sonic now had everything he ever wanted, his mind couldn't help but wander back to the mysterious pink hedgehog of his dreams from time to time. Whenever that happened, he would push those thoughts aside to focus on more important things like his family or the next big adventure. This seems to put those unresolved feelings at bay until he receives a chilling dream/vision of Amy. She didn’t feel right, she didn’t look right, she didn’t even greet him the way he always knew her for. She only looked through him with eyes that weren’t her own, whispering a mixture of a plea for help and a warning.

“Chaos is coming…”

[ariicandy]

Hi,

I saw you were looking for requests and I have an idea.

So lyney was tasked by Arlecchino (i think i spelled her name right) to become "friends" with one of the tsaritsas enemies in order to lure them into captivity for questioning But he accidentally became actual friends with this said enemy, and when they find out he's afraid they'll hate him, but they just tell him, "I don't hate you, just the person you're working for." And he gets super happy but now has to try and help them avoid getting captured because he knows bad things will happen to the reader if they're brought in. And can you make this platonic?

You don't have to do this, but it'd be great if you could

꒰ 🃏 �� Target to actually friends. . ☆

Hii! This was super interesting to think n draft about!! It got me excited tbh!! I haven’t wrote a lot of platonic stuff so hopefully it’s fine 2 your liking !!

★☆﹒Being tasked to befriend you was not really unexpected from “father” but unusual to be friends with the tsarita’s enemy. Something must have happen or picked interest of you that Lyney is fit for this mission.

★☆﹒he probably first saw you when collecting materials for his upcoming show, then he would “accidentally” bump into you and that’s how your “friendship” started. Both you && Lyney had a pretty good friendship, even first meeting you guys kinda just clicked!

★☆﹒Lyney would report back to “father”, arlecchino, on what things you have said that could possibly lead to clues they need for, or just how close this “friendship” bond is coming along with lyney using his charm to decisive you.This mission might be easier than he thought! But, he also didn’t think this was right too.

★☆﹒His gut feelings tell him “this is wrong, they are a sweet person don’t take advantage of them!” He did genuinely like talking to you as he can feel a little free being with you other than his siblings. He didn’t want to ruin your friendship because of this. It’s been messing with his head that even lynette && freminet ask him on what’s weighing on his mind. ★☆﹒It takes some thought for lyney to say his feelings of the mission, his task, to be “friends” with you. Then it hits him, he really does consider you as a friend instead of just some target/enemy to lure for his “father”, or arlecchino.

★☆﹒You guys were taking a stroll in a quiet field chatting away as anyone would, that is until you stopped and made Lyney to stop, turn to you looking in concern. “I know you’re only bribing me to be friends and luring me to be captured, lyney.”

★☆﹒Lyney was stunned. He didn’t know you actually knew. He was about to start apologizing to gain even the slightest sympathy from you when you said, “I don’t hate you lyney, only the person your work for.” Lyney felt joy and surprised. Why don’t you hate him? I mean, he did do this Mission arlecchino assigned him, so wouldn’t that mean you would despise him too? But none of this thoughts right now, he’s just happy you don’t hate him right now. He hugged you saying he was scared that your guys’ friendship would ended cause he really did enjoy being with you and hanging out together.

★☆﹒Lyney would immediately tell you everything about the mission and how it would go, him luring you somewhere quiet and they would sneak attack you making you fall unconscious. He didn’t get any further details on what they would do with you once they got hold of you. But Lyney knows deep know something bad will happen to you. As a magician, he knows ways to disguise himself as someone completely else, he immediately started brainstorming ideas on how to completely hide from the Fatui. ★☆﹒Lyney would also at his end, will try making up early big plausible answers on what happened to you. He will also tell you on how to avoid spies that might secretly be searching for you, trying his best to keep you safe with his limited information he can get from “father”.

★☆﹒overall, lyney is happy you don’t hate him, he really liked spending time with you and being best friends with each other is super fun too. He feels like he can finally be himself not needing to worry on upholding this mask on betrayal. He hopes soon you both can go back to normal on how you guys went to do anything and it would be super fun like he has known since forever.

[sjmgirlie]

“Why would SJM make Elain and Lucien mates if they weren’t going to be together?”

Because she always knew she wanted to dive into either a 2 mate story or a rejected bond story.

Look at the characters chosen:

Lucien - loved Jesminda with everything he had. She had CHOSEN him, loved him for more than his title, made him feel like a real male. Then she was taken from him against his will. Killed in front of him, and he had to escape to not be killed as well. Can you imagine the pain of that?

Elain - all her life was told she was nothing but a beautiful face. Found love in Graysen, but had that ripped away from her like her mortality. Then was thrust upon some male that she had never met before, taking away another choice in her life.

Azriel - never received a mate, and loved Mor from afar for centuries. She had chosen his “brother” over him, but he still silently hoped something would happen. But again and again Mor chose others. Rhys saying that Azriel showed him it’s not the family you are born with but the family you CHOOSE that matters.

Is it a coincidence that the love triangle (ya, it’s literally a triangle. No more no less) all have experienced choices being taken from them? I think not.

SJM said she originally had Lucien and Nesta in her mind as mates, but then she changed it to Elain, and Cassian and Nesta became the couple. Why would she do that?

First, Nesta would have rejected the bond immediately. Like, literally right there in Hybern. She is not a polite character, and the story of the bond wouldn’t be able to be dragged on.

Second, in conjunction with the above, we needed the bond to still be in place for Lucien to come back with Feyre to Velaris. To give him a “role” in the court. To have HIM volunteer to find a firebird. It’s not a coincidence the spell cleavers son is the one to hunt for the cursed queen.

Third, Elain’s story (as well as Lucien’s as her mate) is about choice. Azriel’s part in the story is about being chosen. This is not a coincidence. If SJM wanted Elucien to happen, she wouldn’t have brought Azriel into their story. All of the build up romance moments would not have been between Azriel and Elain, rather than Elain and Lucien. Lucien isn’t even there for half the books?? Making an appearance which is uncomfortable and leaving.

The Elucien/Eriel story is one of choice. Will they chose to follow what the cauldron said? The cauldron that Azriel questioned for his feelings for Elain? The one we found out as readers is actually corrupt and was used to breed powerful offspring?

Think about it:

Rhys parents did not truly love each other - most powerful high lord born

Tamlins parents did not love each other - Tamlin is a powerful high lord

So the followed their bonds, were miserable, but at least made powerful offspring for the Asteri right?

What about mates who actually love each other?

Lucien’s parents might have been mates but they did love each other - he is powerful

Feyre and Rhys are mates but also love each other - Nyx is for sure powerful.

There is a very clear distinction between Elucien and Feysand and Nessian. Anyone who pretends there isn’t in failing to see the message.

THROUGH LOVE ALL IS POSSIBLE

THAT LOVE WOULD TRUMP A MATING BOND

WHAT IF THE CAULDRON WAS WRONG

THE POWER OF LOVE HELD TO PORTAL OPEN

THE ANSWER TO THE RIDDLE WAS LOVE

If Elucien was to be endgame, their would be moments and scenes in the books to show growth and love. There isn’t. Because they won’t be that story. They will be the story of the power of love conquering the mating bond. That they will decide TOGETHER to reject it. To find happiness where they want it. To care for each other enough to want that for each other.

THAT is the next story we will see.

The women who never got to chose, and the man never chosen.

And don’t worry about Lucien, he will get his happy ending. It’s an SJM book, everyone does.

[inawickedlittletown]

Dragon Chosen (BuckTommy fic) - 3/5

Summary:

In a world where dragons exist and where they pick their riders, Buck doesn't expect his perfectly normal Tuesday to include a dragon and his rider, Tommy, showing up to ask for his help with an injured dragon…a dragon that has picked Buck as his rider. Buck doesn't know who captivates him more his new dragon or Tommy.

Rating: M

Words: 3.8k

Ao3

Chapter One

Chapter Two

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Chapter Three

It wasn’t at all hard to determine how quickly Evan took to the bond. Within the first few days, he seemed to just instinctively understand how he could help Gwyn heal. Halfway through the second week, he and Tommy took the bandage off. Cyra didn’t recommend that Gwyn fly yet, but Evan took it upon himself to do some kind of physical therapy with Gwyn. 

Focusing on Gwyn getting better was the only thing that kept Tommy from jumping Evan and kissing him silly. Evan didn’t make it very easy, either. The number of times that Tommy had walked out of his room to find Evan with just a towel around his hips. It was as if he were timing leaving the bathroom perfectly to run into Tommy. Then there was the touching. Evan bumped his shoulder, grabbed his hand, slung his arm around his shoulders. He also kept staring at Tommy like he was the last slice of cake or something. Tommy only had so much self-restraint and Evan was pushing it.  

Cyra thought it was hilarious and she kept encouraging him to just go for it. Evan was either the biggest flirt and had no idea what he was doing, or he knew exactly what he was doing and Tommy thought it was the latter. 

That morning, he found Evan in the kitchen. The smell of coffee wafted his way and he paused to take Evan in. He was still in pajamas, a t-shirt that was too tight and pants that sat low on his hips. Tommy swallowed. The universe was being very unfair. 

“Good morning,” Evan called out to him, shooting him a smile. “Your coffee is just there.” 

He pointed to a cup that was still a little steamy but already had the right amounts of cream and sugar. 

“You remember how I take my coffee?” 

“Well, after the mess I made of it the first time,” Evan said, ducking his head. 

“Thank you.” 

“Eggs will be ready in a moment,” Evan said. 

They ate together like they had every morning since Evan had come to stay. Tommy had never lived with anyone before and though he’d welcomed Evan and Gwyn, Chim had tried to prepare him for the annoyance of having someone in his space. It wasn’t annoying at all to have Evan there. Evan was the perfect house guest and Tommy liked having him around, wanted him around for that matter. 

On the few days that Evan actually left the house, Tommy could even go as far as to say that he missed him. But Evan had his garden to care for and he liked going by the 118 even if he was on dragon leave. 

“I finally convinced Eddie to take over taking care of the garden,” Evan announced. “I mean, I’ll still go check on it, but he can be there to give it water and harvest things.” 

“That’s great,” Tommy said. 

Evan nodded. “I hate being away from Gwyn. Does that get better?” 

“It will,” Tommy confirmed. “How are you doing with blocking her out of your mind?” 

“Better, I think. I’ve been practicing all morning. I just…there’s some stuff I rather she didn’t know.” He blushed and looked at Tommy and then away, biting his lip.

“Stuff like what?” 

Evan blushed far too easily and Tommy loved it. He loved the way that the pink spread on his cheeks and on his neck. Maybe it went even further down, wouldn’t that be a sight. 

“Uh…I mean…like if I was doing stuff that’s a bit personal,” Evan got out, his words rushed. 

“Hmmm,” Tommy said. “You mean while you were jerking off?” 

Evan gasped. Tommy internally didn’t know why he said it outloud. He could barely look at Evan, but Evan’s eyes were trained on him and when he glanced up it was to find heat and want and hunger. 

“Tommy,” Evan said, it was almost pleading. 

Tommy got up from his chair. He was feeling warm and his palms were sweaty. Evan got up too and he reached and grabbed Tommy’s wrist. Whatever had had him unsure before, it was gone. 

“Yes,” he said. “Yes, Tommy, what do you do if you want to jerk off? If you want to touch yourself? If you want to touch someone else…if you want to fuck someone?” 

Evan stepped closer, his hand climbed up Tommy’s wrist to his elbow. Their eyes were locked together and Tommy would never be sure who moved first or who kissed who first, just that in the next moment the space between them was closed and they were kissing. It was a hungry kiss, hard and filled with want. All the tension from the last few weeks exploded in that kiss and before he knew it their tongues were sliding together and Tommy was moaning into the kiss. 

They only pulled away to get air and they were panting against each other, Evan’s lips quirking into a smirk. 

“Tell me you have him blocked off?” Tommy whispered. 

Evan pecked his lips. “Yes. Why do you think I’ve been trying to perfect it?” 

And then they were kissing again. Evan’s hands were in his hair and Tommy pulled him closer, pressed their bodies up and felt that toned chest he’d felt the first day he met him when they flew on Cyra. He touched Evan’s back, his hands reaching down to grope at his ass. 

Evan groaned into his neck, leaving open mouth kisses until he was back at Tommy’s lips. He rutted right into Tommy’s thigh and reached down, his hand making a slow trek between them and into Tommy’s shorts right for his cock. His first touch sent a zing of pleasure through Tommy and it really had been too long since he’d been with anyone. 

Evan’s fingers circled his girth, moaned against Tommy’s shoulder. 

“Want you to fuck me,” Evan said, voice breathy. 

Tommy didn’t waste any time. He pulled at Evan’s hand until he was out of his shorts. 

“What…Tommy, I—”

Tommy kissed him, spun Evan around and pulled his pajama pants and underwear down. Evan kicked them away, he wasted no time in leaning against the counter and pushing his ass out and oh, it really was perfect, better than Tommy could have dreamed up and he’d been dreaming it up every night. At first he just groped him a bit, slipping his dry fingers down his crack and teasing him, before he dropped to his knees behind him. 

First, he placed a soft bite to one cheek. Evan groaned. 

Tommy spread his cheeks, looked at his hole and dove right in. He could hear Evan’s cries. The way that his words were jumbled and broken up, but he said Tommy’s name and Tommy could get addicted to the sound. He could also get addicted to his taste. He reached around Evan and grasped his cock at the base, gave him a pump and felt how wet the head was. He groaned into Evan. 

“Tommy, Tommy…Tommy please,” Evan cried out. 

Tommy rubbed a finger over Evan’s hole, wet from Tommy’s saliva. As hot as it would be to just keep this in the kitchen, the lube was in his room and Tommy was going to do it right. 

“Bedroom, Evan,” he said. 

Evan whined, but Tommy stood, turned him again and kissed him. Evan groaned into the kiss, he clung to Tommy. Tommy walked them backwards out of the kitchen, but he put a pause to it at the stairs. Evan went ahead of him, bare bottom and all. Tommy wanted him and he wanted him desperately. He ran after Evan and the two of them grasped at each other at the top of the stairs, kissing and groping. Evan tugged at Tommy’s clothes and by the time they were in his room they were both nude. 

Evan dropped onto the bed at once, displaying himself and fondling his own cock with a smirk on his face. Tommy did quick work of finding the lube and dropping it next to Evan. 

“Want me to?” Evan asked. 

Tommy shook his head. “No, baby, let me. I want to get you nice and loose for me.” 

Evan made a whimpering noise. 

Tommy really couldn’t torture Evan or himself any longer. 

Evan lifted his hips up, squished a pillow under him and spread his legs out and then he touched himself some more. Tommy knocked his hand away and grabbed the lube. He was slow, but Evan urged him to go faster, to get his fingers inside him already. Tommy leaned over to kiss him and he pressed in. 

—

Buck had known that Tommy wanted him for weeks. Probably since they first met. In any other circumstance, he would have probably propositioned him on day one. Gwyn had been a factor though and how much he needed Buck mentally. It had led to Buck finally asking Tommy about keeping Gwyn out of his head and finding out how difficult it actually was to form that block between him and the dragon. 

Determination to get it right and do more than flirt with Tommy had made him learn. He regretted nothing, especially not when Tommy was finally lining himself up and pushing into him with such a gentle patience that was betrayed by the heat in his eyes and the way that he gripped at Buck’s hips. 

Having Tommy inside him when he finally bottomed out felt amazing. He felt fuller than ever, felt a little pain at the stretch, but it was nothing in comparison to the bliss on Tommy’s face or how he leaned down to kiss Buck almost gently. 

Then, he began moving and Buck just about lost it. Pleasure coursed through him.

“Evan,” Tommy said, “you feel so good. So good for me.” 

Buck drew him down into a kiss and he felt Tommy’s hand on his cock, something of a tease before he started moving his hand up and down. Buck gasped, head thrown back. Tommy started to fuck him just a little harder and Buck just about exploded. It seemed to be just what Tommy was looking for because a moment later he was cumming too. 

They were both panting, sweaty, and warm. Buck’s stomach was sticky and wet. None of it mattered, not when Tommy was tying up the condom and dropping to lay next to Buck. 

“We are doing that again,” Buck informed him. 

Tommy laughed. He kissed Buck’s bicep. “And other things.” 

“All the things,” Buck corrected. 

Despite how much he might want to, Buck knew they couldn’t stay in bed all morning. Still, they both lingered at first just cooling off, but then kissing and caressing and smiling at each other. Tommy finally declared it was time to get up almost an hour later and then he couldn’t be convinced to share the shower with Buck, though he did let Buck go first. 

When Buck left the bathroom, towel around his waist, he found Tommy out in the hall waiting in just his shorts. 

“I just want to know,” Tommy said, “how deliberate was all of this?” 

“All of what?” Buck asked. 

“You and the towel after a shower?” 

“Can’t dry off in a steamy room, Tommy,” Buck said, “but it didn’t hurt to show you what you could have.” 

Tommy grabbed him around the waist, pressing them together. He drew Buck into a deep kiss and then he slapped Buck’s ass through the towel when he pushed him away. Buck just laughed and continued into the guest room. He dressed quickly, dismantled the mental block and felt out for Gwyn. 

Gwyn was awake and eating. Buck didn’t quite like to think about the eating habits of the dragons. They were carnivores and consumed their food well cooked. Cyra was providing food for Gwyn while he still couldn’t fly, though sometimes he did walk into the woods way behind Tommy’s house where he could find critters to snack on. 

He didn’t wait for Tommy and headed out of the house. He and Tommy had cleared out the shed on the first day and Gwyn had been using it mostly at night. During the day he was mostly out on the grass and Buck was usually with him. He hated when he had to leave him there to go back to his house. At least he’d qualified for dragon rider’s leave so he could be out of work. Normally, Buck would have hated taking time off, but Gwyn had changed things. 

When he reached Gwyn, the dragon immediately turned to him, cocking his head. 

You smell like Tommy

Buck laughed. Cyra let out a snort that was her own laughter. There really would never be hiding anything from them. 

How’s your wing doing? Buck asked, deciding to ignore it. 

Doesn’t hurt.

Buck reached for Gwyn, touching his head and down his neck to his back and then to the wing. He stretched it out. There was still a tension there, Buck could practically feel it. It felt like a muscle that was a bit too tight. His hands smoothed over the wing. It was soft and delicate, but he massaged it like he’d been doing every day since he and Tommy removed the bandage. 

That feels nice. How long until I can fly?

It might be a while yet, Gwyn. We don’t want you to get hurt

He could feel his disappointment and he tried to send back reassurance. 

Buck had found that despite being quite young, Gwyn was pretty mature when it came to most things. He did have a stubborn streak, though, and an eagerness to get back to the sky. When he told Hen and Chim about that, he’d gotten stared at until Buck admitted that maybe he shared those qualities. 

Look, a while back I was injured too. My leg. Even to this day it gets a bit tight when it rains. It took a long time for me to heal up and get back to normal. I was impatient too and I pushed myself too hard. It made it worse, looking back. So, you have to go slow and listen to Cyra. She knows better than both of us.

Gwyn brushed his head against Buck and Buck sighed. He let him fold his wing back into place. When he looked up, he spotted Tommy headed their way. He blushed even just looking at him. Tommy smiled at him. 

“How’s the patient?” 

“Impatient,” Buck said. 

Tommy laughed. He made his way to where Cyra was sitting. She lowered her head so Tommy could touch her and Buck could see from Tommy’s body language that he was being teased. 

The next few weeks went along in the same way. Buck spent some time with Gwyn, he went to care for his garden because Eddie could really only be trusted to make sure everything was watered and picked, and he and Tommy spent any spare moment together. Kisses were constant, their hands were never far from each other. They didn’t discuss it, but they were practically sleeping in the same bed every night and Buck loved waking up with him. 

—

The first time that Gwyn flew again was after being told he should wait another week. Tommy had seen it coming. Cyra had warned him it might happen, she was also sure that when it did, Gwyn would be okay. And, he was. Gwyn was also exhausted and the next day Evan was almost in tears from the pain that he felt across the bond because that was just how stiff Gwyn’s wing was from his flight. 

“Maybe this will teach him something,” Tommy offered. 

Gwyn stayed in the shed, curled up and pain-ridden, but stubborn enough to still tell them that it was worth it. Cyra told them to leave the wing be. 

Leave him be. He’ll need to rest and when he wants to fly again he’ll remember this day. 

It could have been comical to see Gwyn in the shed, because he’d grown considerably in the last six weeks and he only just fit in there. In a few more weeks, Tommy didn’t think that Gwyn would fit, but in a couple of weeks he might be back in the air and maybe it wouldn’t matter. 

Tommy was preparing himself for what that would mean. If Gwyn could fly and hunt for himself, then it would mean that Evan could go back home so that Gwynn could start settling in where he would live. That was the goal and yet, Tommy didn’t want them to go. In the last few weeks Evan had been sleeping next to him every night and not just on the nights when they got each other off. He didn’t think he’d ever been that okay with someone in his bed like that before and yes it was fast, but it really felt like Evan belonged there. 

When his morose thoughts got to Cyra she tried to remind him that he’d been approved by the Dragon Rider Guild to help Evan with everything. It was why he’d been allowed to miss so much work. 

Tommy worked at Dragon Air Support. It was a part of LAFD Air Support. Tommy had known it was the right place for him. Some people thought it was redundant to have fire breathing dragons working for the fire department, but those people didn’t know that firefighters did a whole lot more than dealing with fires. 

Dragons were strong for one thing and for another, they helped with controlled fires, and getting into places that helicopters just couldn’t. Not to mention that dragons were fireproof and could fly right into flames for rescues that wouldn’t be possible otherwise. Tommy kinda hoped that Evan would end up joining him at Dragon Air Support when Gwyn was full grown, but he was also aware of how close everyone at the 118 was and Buck might not want to leave them.  

With Gwyn moody and in pain, Tommy had the task of getting Evan out of the house and away from the dragon before it really affected his mood more than it already did. 

“Want to go flying with me?” Tommy asked. 

“On Cyra?” Evan looked surprised. 

Tommy grinned. “Yes. Gwyn needs to rest and he’ll be fine here on his own. We won’t go far so we can hear him, but I figure you need some distance from him.” 

“Sure.” 

Ten minutes later, Tommy was helping him climb up Cyra and once they were seated, Evan wrapped his arms around Tommy, pressed a kiss to his shoulder. Tommy turned slightly, enough to draw him into a quick kiss. Cyra surprised both of them by rising, taking a few steps and flapping her wings and pushing off the ground. Evan made a squeaking noise, but he settled against Tommy’s back. 

What? It was getting too mushy for me.

You wanted us together.

Yes. I’m happy for you, you know that. Just keep that off my back.

Fair enough. One day you’ll meet your mate, Cyra, and I won’t complain if you get mushy.

Dragons do not get mushy.

Tommy smiled to himself. He sent his joy through to Cyra and received her own happiness back. 

Cyra didn’t fly them very far. The last thing Tommy wanted was for Evan to be too far from Gwyn and not hear if the dragon was in distress. He didn’t think they needed to worry, but it was better safe than sorry. After all, despite his best efforts they hadn’t had any luck locating the witch. The Dragon Rider Guild took the whole thing very seriously. There were quite a few young dragons about the size of Gwyn who were vulnerable and even more riderless dragons who weren’t quite ready to call for their rider. 

What concerned them the most was that the witch had managed to retain some of Gwyn’s scales. Dragon scales were great for certain spells, sure, but they also could be used to track the dragon who lost them. Tommy hoped they were wrong, but the witch could try to find Gwyn. So far no one had found her and they had very little to go on. 

Cyra started descending, Evan’s arms tightened around him. She was out over the water and she glided down, dragging her feet. Evan gasped, especially when Cyra tilted to the left dropping her wing into the water. A spray of water hit them. Cyra righted herself a moment later. She didn’t come down right in the water, but landed on the sand, sending a lot of it up into the air in a cloud. Tommy ducked his face and closed his eyes. He felt Evan press his face to his back, arms still tight around him. 

Sorry. 

It’s okay. 

Most of the sand settled quickly, a lot of it landing on Cyra. When Tommy finally lifted his head, Cyra was already getting down so he and Evan could dismount. He went down first and just like the first time, he waited and caught Evan, this time pulling him right into a quick kiss that made Evan laugh. 

They were in a portion of the beach that was a bit isolated, but there were still a few people either out on the water or sunbathing on the sand. 

“I can’t believe you brought me to the beach,” Evan said. 

“I figured we could walk around a bit. Plus, Cyra wanted to come. She likes the water.” 

As soon as they had walked a few feet away from her, Cyra actually began walking into the water. Evan stopped to watch her. The waves didn’t bother her, in fact her large body mass created more waves. As soon as she had gotten far enough in, she dove into the water, popping up a while aways. 

“I didn’t know dragons liked to swim,” Evan said. 

“I don’t know about other dragons, but Cyra’s always been partial to it. She, uh, she took me into the water with her once, it was fun.” 

“How long have the two of you been together?” 

“About seven or eight years. Seems like a lot longer.” 

A nice breeze came in from the sea and they could hear Cyra splashing in the sea. Tommy could picture Gwyn there too, bigger than he was at the moment and yet a part of it because he was Evan’s and Tommy wanted Evan beside him all the time. Maybe they should talk about what they wanted from each other and for the future. 

They had walked all the way to where some dunes blocked the path and Tommy was gearing up to bring it up, when Evan went completely still. 

“Gwyn,” he said, eyes panicked in a way Tommy had never seen. 

Tommy reached out to Cyra at once. 

Cyra, we have to go. It’s Gwyn. Something’s wrong.

[violetasteracademic]

Golden Doe in a Valley of Shadow: Chapter Two (Ao3 Azriel x Elain Fanfic)

My dears, I know it has only been a day, but I simply could not WAIT to bring you Azriel's POV. In the future I likely will only be able to produce 1 chapter a week, maybe 2 on a good week, but this was ready to go and I am so overjoyed with the response to chapter one! Thank you for subscribing, reading, commenting here or on Ao3 and I can't wait to bring you more of this story! It has been one of my favorite things to write. The link at the bottom will take you directly to Chapter 2, check my previous posts if you need to catch up on chapter 1 so as not to read any spoilers! Here is a preview of the chapter. I love Nesta and Azriel's friendship so much.

Preview:

Azriel

Azriel slipped away into the library, not wanting to spoil everyone else’s enjoyment with his sour mood.

Footsteps followed shortly after, the familiar scent hitting him.

“You alright?” Nesta asked, casually sidling up to him and running her fingers over the leather book spines.

“Why wouldn’t I be?” He replied. He could feel Nesta’s glare, but he didn’t react.

“You don’t need to pretend, Azriel. Not with me,” She rested a hand on his arm and squeezed, urging him to look at her. He couldn’t. Couldn’t meet his friends eyes. Colored differently, grey blue to Elain’s brown. But the same almond shape. The golden brown hair. It was too much to feel those knowing eyes on him right now.

She waited. Azriel said nothing. Nesta gave an exasperated sigh and leaned against the bookshelves.

“What are you looking for?” She asked.

“Nothing specific,” Azriel replied, still not tearing his gaze from the book spines.

“Nothing specific,” Nesta drawled sarcastically. He could almost feel her eyes rolling. “I work in the library every day after training, Azriel. So does Gwyn. So do all of the priestesses. You think no one knows you’re here? Your little shadows don’t whisper to you that everyone in this library is gossiping over what you are trying to find?”

Azriel stilled.

“It was not my intention to bother the priestesses,” He said. Shit. He would never mean to make them uncomfortable. Of course he knew they were aware of his presence, but he used his shadows to make sure he always stayed out of their path so the daily presence of a male didn’t distress them…

“You aren’t bothering anyone, Azriel. In fact, it’s been quite entertaining. A betting pool has started over how long it will take you to find whatever you are looking for.” She nudged him with her elbow, trying desperately to get him to lighten up.

Azriel sighed, letting his forehead hit the shelves with a soft thud.

“Only the females who placed their bets on never are likely to win.”

“Tell me,” Nesta pressed.

He finally lifted his head to meet her gaze. Her eyes were so compassionate, so concerned. It nearly broke him to see it. Yes, Nesta knew. She had seen everything. Had confirmed it on Solstice. But she didn’t threaten or reprimand him like Rhys had. And she didn’t seem primed to do so now. He blew out a steadying breath.

“I’m looking for… well, I don’t really know what I’m looking for. Ancient texts on the Cauldron, I suppose? To see if things can go wrong.”

“With the mating bond, you mean?”

Azriel nodded. Nesta considered carefully.

“My understanding is that the bond does not always equate to love. That it can simply be about offspring. In that sense, it seems like the Cauldron goes wrong quite often. But you already know that. Everyone does, and it doesn’t change anything. So again, Azriel. What are you looking for?

Azriel dragged his hands down his face.

“You are going to think I’ve lost my mind.”

“Try me,” Nesta’s eyes glittered with challenge.

Azriel turned over every thought in his mind. How he felt for Elain. Yes, he had begun to truly fall for everything about her. The strength in which she carried herself- managing her visions and guiding herself through the day bearing a burden so few in the world could understand. And how she threw herself head first into her passions. No one would expect such a pristine, perfectly crafted female to constantly tear and ruin her skirts with mud in the garden when magic could take care of weeding for her. The weight of the world was on her shoulders every day, threatening to pull her under. Threatening to drown her in a sea she could never pull herself out of. But she managed to fill those thrashing waters with hope. Pulled herself from the riptides and swam to joy, and light, and presence for life’s small moments. She had filled his own life with hope and joy and light and presence. And being away from her… it felt like someone had torn something critically important from his body. His soul. A phantom ache filled his ribcage every time he took a breath. It wasn’t normal.

So often he would be busy on a mission or training the priestesses, only to suddenly lose focus and become hopelessly lost in thought about Elain. How her imagination ran wild as she sketched her designs, or researched how to perfect new cakes and delicacies when absolutely no one expected her (or any of the females, for that matter) to cook for herself, let alone anyone else. How her eyes so often went dreamy and distant, yet she somehow made you feel like you were right there. Living inside those dreams with her. No one had ever distracted him like this before. He was half worried it would become a danger. If it wasn’t already dangerous.

And he wanted her. Gods he wanted her so badly he could hardly think straight. There was a time he thought he had loved Mor. He let everyone continue to think he still loved her after hundreds of years, just as Elain had let everyone think she still mourned the loss of Grayson. Everyone in the inner circle had their secrets, and Azriel was happy to help Mor feel she was keeping hers.

But even when he was truly pining after Morrigan, she had never affected him the way Elain had. He had never considered skipping Solstice because he couldn’t stand to be around her. And of course he felt rage at her pain, at the horrible things that had been done to her. But Elain… he was ready to die for Elain. If it came down to it, he would have used his wings as a shield to protect her. Would have taken an ash arrow straight to the heart if that’s what it took to get her out of that Hybern war camp.

They communicated when no one could hear. Mad. It sounded absolutely mad. And maybe he had imagined some of it. But these were the thoughts that kept him up at night. The feeling that had him crawling out of his skin. It wasn’t just that he was crazy about Elain. And it wasn’t just that she had a mate. No, it was more than that.

“I’m trying to find out if it is possible for someone to be your mate, but for you to not be theirs,” He admitted.

“Oh, Azriel,” Nesta breathed.

He waited for her to snap at him. To show utter disgust in his even thinking he could be worthy of her sister. But it never came. Instead, she rested her hand gently on his arm. Just as she did on Solstice.

“Does it matter so much to you? For her to be your mate?”

“Of course not,” Azriel’s eyes widened in shock. “It’s not about me. It’s about her. I want to fight for her, but not without some proof. Some evidence that I… that I could offer her what a mate could offer.”

Nesta cocked her head, considering.

“My sisters and I are still very new to your customs. Elain and I especially. It wasn’t that long ago that we were… forced into this new life. Especially by Fae standards. We’ve heard that mates are rare, and yet we all immediately…” She stopped herself, tensing. Azriel raised an eyebrow, but did not say anything. He knew better than to push about Cassian.

Nesta was right, though. They were so young, so new to being Fae. And while they quickly adjusted to the reality of the Cauldron, and many Fae customs, Elain’s mating bond meant very little to her. Still… he couldn’t shake the fact that it meant little to her now. What of five hundred years from now? Even he had still not quite grasped the reality of his lifespan. How much could change in a lifetime, and the centuries it could take to find ones place in this world.

How could he possibly trust that he could stay enough for her, when the mating bond was valued above all in their society. Time could change her thinking. And Azriel knew that if he ever had Elain, that would be it for him.

Azriel believed the sisters were brought here by fate. That all of them were being tied together, the Mother weaving golden threads to face whatever threats they continued to face. He hadn’t expressed himself well to Rhysand, but he also didn’t know how to say what was in his heart any differently. How could he feel the way he felt about Elain from the moment he laid eyes on her, just as Cassian had with Nesta, and Rhys with Feyre, if he wasn’t be meant to be with her?

How could he be the only one to understand the full depth and wonder of her power, her soul, her beauty inside and out, and simply not belong to her wholly and eternally?

“If it isn’t important to you, Azriel, then it is unfair to assume it is important to her.” Nesta interrupted his train of thought. He was glad she did. It was so easy to fall prey to the hopelessness of the situation.

“I’ve seen the two of you together. I think,” Nesta took a deep breath and squared her shoulders. “I think that withholding this from her is also withholding her choice. You are choosing for her, Azriel. Just as her mate was chosen for her. Just as this life was chosen for us. I will help you find what you seek. I think all the priestesses would help, though some might be disappointed to know your heart is spoken for,” She gave a mischievous grin.

Yes, the priestesses often flirted and sighed after him. But Azriel knew it was only because he would never cross that boundary with them. Creating an environment with the priestesses marked by professionalism and trust was of the utmost importance. He gave each and every single one of them the care and respect he wished his mother had been given by the males she had the misfortune of crossing paths with.

“However, I will only do so if you tell Elain that we are searching for this. She deserves more than being kept in the dark. We are all guilty of keeping things from her, of not letting her speak up for what she wants. She deserves to know she has a choice when it comes to you.”

[cosmerelists]

D&D Class & Alignment of Stormlight Characters

If Stormlight characters were assigned the D&D classes & alignments that most suit them (in this blogger’s opinion), what might those be?

1. Kaladin: Lawful Good Paladin

Kaladin follows a strict code of honor--so strict that he loses his powers when he makes two conflicting promises and cannot keep both--and he cares deeply about what is right. As someone who fights to protect others and to maintain a moral code, paladin makes sense for him. Plus, I mean, it rhymes. 

2. Dalinar: Lawful Good Cleric 

Dalinar does not fight these days; he carries no weapons and uses only noncombat powers, like restoring people’s stormlight or rebuilding broken masonry. As someone who draws power from a deity and has a restorative role, cleric feels right for Dalinar. As for his alignment, well--he follows a very strict code, like Kaladin, and strives to do what is right. Most recently he was willingly to wager his own soul to keep Odium locked away. 

3. Jasnah: Neutral Good Wizard

Jasnah is definitely a knowledge-based character, and knowledge is what wizards are all about. I wouldn’t exactly call Jasnah lawful--she rejects the religion that most of her peers follow, and there was that time she deliberately baited some thieves into attacking her so that she could kill them all. She’s definitely willing to cause social upheaval--as queen, she decides to free all slaves despite Dalinar’s protest that this will cause too much social upheaval. She is determined to follow what is good and true, and to use research to determine what that is.

4. Adolin: Neutral Good Fighter

Adolin certainly cares about codes and about honor, but he also stabbed a guy through the eye in a deserted hallway, so I couldn’t in good conscience call him “lawful.” Especially not when he later declares that he feels fine about the murder, since it made things better overall. He does care about right, however, and so I went with “neutral good.” Adolin is a duelist, which makes him a fighter in D&D canon.

5. Renarin: Neutral Good Cleric

Renarin can see the future--divination!--and heal, so cleric is the class for him. Renarin is somewhat lawful--he repeatedly jumps off of a balcony when Zahel tells him to--but he also, say, scrawls incoherent messages on the walls because he doesn’t want anyone know he can (irreligiously) see the future. He bonds a corrupted spren and invites Rlain to do the same. So while he respects rules too much to be chaotic, he’s also willing to forge his own path.

6. Lift: Chaotic Good Rogue

Lift’s mission is to remember those who have been forgotten, and she’s the first to stand with Dalinar when he’s facing down Odium’s army in Thaylen City. On the other hand, she is a thief by trade who takes great delight in stealing ever new and more adventurous lunches...but only from people who can afford to be stolen from. 

7. Nale: Lawful Neutral Ranger

As a Skybreaker, Nale cares only about the law of whatever land he is in, far more than any abstract ideas of “right” or “wrong.” Nale will murder a child if it’s legal. He argues that humans cannot determine right and wrong on their own, and so the only moral path is to adhere strictly and utterly to the letter of the law. Nale is also something of a bounty hunter--he follows Lift through various countries, and you’ll often find him trying to hunt down some criminal or other. His talent for tracking and hunting people down gives him the characteristics of a ranger.

8. Szeth: Lawful Neutral Rogue

Back in the day, Szeth dutifully followed his Oathstone no matter what was demanded of him--doing things he he knew were wrong because he had to follow his master’s rules. Later he became a Skybreaker, the most lawful netural of all the orders. Currently he’s pledged to Dalinar, and once again, he’s basically outsourced his moral code and will do whatever Dalinar commands. Szeth is the Assassin in White--good at covert missions, good at hiding when he needs to, good at getting into wherever he needs to be. A rogue, then.

9. Shallan: True Neutral Rogue

Shallan is at home in gray areas. She infiltrates the Ghostbloods partly to bring them down, but also partly because she desires the knowledge and power they offer. As a Lightweaver, she’s very good at lying but also advances by admitting to deep truths. She has a habit of murdering people, mostly for good reasons, but still. She is excellent at disguises and infiltration, at tailing people while losing her own tail--at spy stuff, basically. I could see a “neutral good” argument for Shallan, but to me, her motivations are a bit too gray, even if she is ultimately a protagonist. 

10. Hoid: True Neutral Bard

Hoid tells Dalinar that he would let Roshar burn to get what he wants--with tears in his eyes, perhaps, but still he’d let it burn. Hoid will go out of his way to give Kaladin a moment of peace when Kaladin is in the dream hellscape, and he’ll be there when you need him, but he’s doing everything for his own purposes, whatever those may be. And he’s a bard. Like, pretty much literally. 

11. Lezian: Chaotic Neutral Barbarian 

Lezian--or the Pursuer--is a force of true chaos. Most of the time he’s fine with just causing destruction, but he will fixate on anyone who manages to kill him--and will do whatever necessary to kill that person in turn. He’s quite literally being driven insane from having been alive so long, so he’s highly unstable to boot. He’s also a brawler--he gets in close, grapples, sometimes cuts your spinal cord repeatedly with a big knife, that sort of thing. So I went with barbarian for that brutal and up-close fighting style.

12. Odium: Lawful Evil Bard / Deity

Odium may be bent on shattering the other shards and taking over the cosmere, but he certainly is lawful about it. He is bound by the rules of his shard, and his main strategy is to make deals that will bind both himself and others. He even wants to make sure both parties understand and willingly commit to the deals he offers, explaining to Dalinar that he’s not someone who will try to rules-lawyer his way out of things. If he succeeds in his evil plans, it will only because the rules let him do so. As for class...well, since he relies mostly on persuasion and talking, he feels bard-like to me. But he’s also just straight up a deity. 

13. Taravangian: Lawful Evil Warlock

For the record, Taravangian would call himself “good” but, uh. He needs prophecies, so he creates a hospital for people to die in and hastens them along if they’re not dying fast enough. He trades the whole world for his own city to make sure that humanity survives. He assassinates most of the world’s leaders. From the point of view of the narrative, Taravangian is evil. But he is lawful--he follows the Diagram assiduously. It is Law for him. He gets his power first from a deal with the Nightwatcher and later makes a deal with Odium--and making such deals for power is what a warlock is all about.

14. Venli: Neutral Evil Wizard

Venli is also a knowledge-based character, I’d say. She starts out as a researching trying to discover new Forms, and getting intel is always a part of her character. She also, to put it succinctly, does what is best for her. She manipulates the Listeners into inviting their gods to return, since she wants power, but then ends up not liking her new life as the “last” remaining Listener. So she immediately foments rebellion, but quietly so it’s not too dangerous for her, and she ends up bonding a spren from both sides. She does eventually join the radiant side...but decides to abandon the battle for the Tower once she realizes her mother might still be alive. So she’ll sometimes do good, sometimes evil, but most of all she does what is best for her in the moment. 

15. Flashback Dalinar: Chaotic Evil Barbarian 

Pre-Nightwatcher, Dalinar was a guy controlled by the Thrill. He just wanted to find people to fight and people to kill. Sure, Gavilar had reasons for the battles Dalinar was fighting in, but that Dalinar didn’t really care. He just wanted more war. Plus, at times he was so consumed by the Thrill--some might say he Raged--that he killed not only his enemies but also any allies who happened to get too close. And let’s not forget the time he burned an entire city alive.

Dalinar may more lawful good these days, but in the past he was very much the opposite. 

[experimentfae]

Julie Joyful x Fem Puppet! Reader

MASTERLIST

It wasn’t long ago when you moved into the welcome home, you have came due feeling a need to change and especially change your surroundings.

It was 3 weeks since you moved in and the same day that you meet Julie joyful, the 2nd person to welcome you into the neighborhood of course the first person being Wally darling.

From what you can tell she seem to like games mostly the one’s that she invented you had to admit, she was good and making up games.

Over these 3 weeks you both got close you, you two bonded over fashion, music and more.

As of right now you where shopping at howdy’s bodega getting two slices of cake one for you and one for Julie.

You wanted to confess your feeling’s for her today, you got her favorite cake, knit her a scarf and got flowers that you picked yourself. You hoped you weren’t over doing it but you really liked her and wanted to express that the best you could.

“Huh flowers and two cake’s That seems sweet who are you giving it to?” Asked howdy, you begin to get pink in the face “well it’s for someone special.”

He looked surprised but smiled “oh look at you (y/n) finding love well I’m happy for ya and because of that it’s on the house.”

You eyes widen in surprise “Really because I had this joke I been wanting to tell.” He chuckled “no it’s fine save the joke for next time and besides it’s for love.” You smiled.

“Thanks howdy I really appreciate this.” You took the stuff and headed straight to Julie’s place practicing your lines “ok I got this.” You said with confidence but then you saw junkies home at the distance “so I got this?”

You felt hesitant now but kept going then you definitely felt anxiety when you where at the front door “… I don’t got this.” You said in a hushed whisper you turn around but you heard the door open.

“(Y/n)? Oh I’m so excited you’re here!” She jumped in happiness, despite you nervousness you seeing her so happy made you smile “yeah I’m here I wanted to tell you some-

She grabbed your hand and dragged you inside “you know I’m glad that you showed up (y/n) I wanted you to teach me to crochet, I even bought the supplies!”

As you listen to her talk about you’re crocheting skills you couldn’t help but feel that you should change your mind, ‘why would she want to date a girl like me?’ Something you that you couldn’t stop thinking about.

Even though you knew the girl would never reject you in a cruel way, but you wouldn’t be surprised if she rejected you as gentle as she could. You prepared yourself for that possibility.

“Oh who are these for?” She asked in wonder looking at the flower, cake and the scarf “the scarf is lovely!” She praised “you made this?”

You nodded my head for yes feeling you’re self feeling pride being praised by someone you have a love for does give you little bit of a boost of confidence “is it for someone special?” She asked tilting her head to the side.

You nodded again looking away feeling her palms get little sweaty. “Oh… well I’m happy for that lucky person.” He looked up at her again but she looked upset, why?

“Well it’s not just anyone.” She looked back at you still seeming to have a forced smile “it’s… it’s you.” You looked down clutching your hands together “huh?!” She asked in surprise thankfully didn’t seem upset anymore.

“Yeah I get if you don’t want to to go on a date, I just wanted to explain how I felt… I like you more than just a friend.” You stood frozen feeling your nerves all over the place.

Despite that you looked at her again but to you’re shock she looked happy, happier then you have ever seen her “oh (y/n)!” She ran to you giving a hug and you hugged back bewildered.

“Yes, yes a thousand time yes I’ll love to go on a date with you.” She stated as she kept hugging you this only made you smile and made you twirl Julie around which revived the little gasp in surprise.”

“I’m so happy you want to go on a date I hope you like what I got you.” You replied hoping to hear a good answer “yes it’s all lovely you even remembered my favorite flowers and cake flavor.” She grabbed the items from you looked at them with fondness.

You blushed bashfully “yeah I know this might sound weird but I would write the things I knew you liked so I could remember them.” You really wished you didn’t sound creepy.

She chuckled “well I’m glad you did I would do that even thought I remember what you like, but for others it just slips.” She admitted.

“Well when do you want to go out?” You asked “well we could go out this Thursday she suggested “perfect I’m not busy that day.” You agreed “oh! Maybe we can wear matching outfits! Or Maybe we can double date with frank and Eddie!”

You smiled at her suggestion “well the double date I think should wait, but I don’t mind the matching outfits you did always have a eye for fashion anyway.” You replied.

She smiled “ok can’t wait for Thursday.” She spoke you took one of the cakes and she grabbed hers “yep but for now let’s eat cake and hang out.”

You both enjoyed cake while talking about you’re latest things both of you have done. Feeling proud of yourself for finally showing how you felt.

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