#expect those late sat / early sun

[endlesscacophony]

i have soooo many things drafted for over the weekend

[postmortemnivis]

spring was simon’s favourite season.

maybe because it meant rebirth, seeing the trees turn a vivid green again and the fields full of flowers and colours gave him hope. he loved to wake up and open his window in the early days of april, when the world was finally getting rid of the chilly morning breeze that always made him sick the first weeks of winter. every time he felt the air getting warmer, he couldn’t wait to change his heavy winter jacket into his windbreaker.

maybe it was because his birthday was in may, and despite not having celebrated it like he should’ve when he was a kid, he knew you would never forget to wake him up with a soft peck on the lips.

‘morning birthday boy.

if you asked him, he would tell you he liked spring better than summer because the weather was more enjoyable, not too hot yet not cold. spring’s light showers were his favourite noise to wake up to, after the one of the coffee maker he got you for christmas.

the real reason simon was so devoted to spring, almost as much as he was to you, were you. what did you expect from him?

he knew you probably couldn’t remember, but all those years back, you two met in early spring, after a particularly difficult winter.

simons life had been a deep, cold and dark winter for the past years. two, five, ten, who kept count anymore? his days would blend one into the other, seasons slowly turning into the next, he almost couldn’t tell the difference between august and february. seasonal depression was real, but somehow it lingered all around the year for him. that was before you.

you were the first shy sun ray that filtered through the clouds, quite literally. you, as fresh as the cold rain, and you heart, as warm as a late may afternoon, were all he needed to get out of his hibernation. you were what simon needed to wake up, the signal that spring and all beautiful things were on the way, that he needed to arise and get out of his hollow tree.

for the first time in years, simon’s eyes realized that spring was blooming everywhere around him, he was just too deep into his winter, blind, to notice; the flowers were blossoming, as beautiful as ever. he was grateful.

for you, for spring, for the sun finally caressing his face and skin and for your sweet kisses, each of them feeling like the first warm day after months of wind and snow.

“good morning, birthday boy.” you whispered as you kissed his lips.

simon squeezed his eyes shut before slowly opening them. he’d heard you get up, of course, the moment you started stirring in bed he was informed you were awake. you could try to keep the military out of the house, but the instincts followed him home, whether you liked it or not.

your bright smile was beaming at him, your hands on his bare broad chest as you sat on his hips, your thighs on either side of his waist.

“‘mornin’ beautiful.” he mumbled, resting a strong hand on your hip as he sat back, leaning against the headrest.

“breakfast’s in the kitchen,” you smiled, “i made coffee too.”

he hummed. “can smell it. i heard you too.”

you grinned.

“what’re grinning at?” he tiredly grinned back.

“want me to bring you breakfast in bed?” you said, “we can stay here in bed all day if you want to.”

he shook his head. “nah, love, i’m coming to the kitchen. i’ll be ready in a minute.”

you brought your lips to his again before getting off of him and caressing his cheek as you walked back to the kitchen, waiting for him.

his eyes followed your figure until you left the room, and he raised his gaze to the ceiling for a minute before shuffling his feet to the bathroom. he closed the door and stood in front of the sink, his hands on either side of the ceramic. his brown eyes, so dark they looked black, remained fixed on his reflection before he walked to the big window and opened the panes.

“simon?” you called. “baby, your coffee’s getting cold!”

his broad figure stood there, studying the nature outside. there was a small park in front of the flat, a little green heaven where mostly children went to play, he could hear from there the laughters and giggles. the trees, wild cherries and guelder rose followed the small street, their branches almost reaching the top floor where you lived.

“comin’ love.”

it was the middle of may, almost summer, and simon took a big breath of the fresh morning air before leaving the window open as he turned around and walked to the kitchen, right into his little piece of spring.

[gurugirl]

coming soon to tumblr | handyman!harry

821 word teaser - 10k+ one shot already posted on Patreon.

One shot summary: When you inherit your aunt's estate after she passes away, you hire Harry to fix up the old house but that's not all he winds up being good for. Based on this request.

. . .

Everything flowed so nicely with Harry. He was easy to talk to and you trusted that he knew what he was doing. And it didn’t hurt that his voice was soothing and deep and slow. You could listen to him talk about solid hardwood versus engineered hardwood all day long if he let you.

“Well, I’ll be heading out now I guess. Be back first thing in the morning and start on this porch.”

You walked him to his big truck and shook his hand again, thanking him for taking the job and feeling a bit overwhelmed and emotional at everything.

Overwhelmed because Harry was so genuinely kind and you knew immediately you could trust him completely. Which just added to his charm and sex appeal. You really tried to push down the fact that he was so stunningly attractive because that wasn’t going to do you any good. And even though Mr. George told you he was single, you couldn’t imagine that was true. Someone as yummy-looking and kind-hearted as Harry? There was no way he wasn’t at least seeing someone.

But you were also emotional because you were finally going to get to see your aunt Gayla’s house restored to its original glory. It was going to be a real labor of love but it felt so good to be doing it. You had never felt so sure you were on the right path in life until that day. Until Harry arrived with his big truck and assured you that you’d get everything you wanted and that it would end up being even better than before.

And for the first time since you moved into that old house, you sat down and began to write. You’d gotten nearly ten thousand words written and were awake well into the wee hours of the morning typing away with the sudden inspiration you’d gotten. You fell asleep with your laptop next to you when you couldn’t hold your eyes open any longer.

You were woken to the sound of pounding and clanking and creaking which had you startled as you sat up in your bed and looked around your bedroom. The sun filled the space with light and you picked up your cellphone to note the time and saw a missed call from Harry.

Wrapping your robe around yourself you ran down the stairs all frazzled and rushed and burst onto the front porch, tripping over a stack of fresh boards and landing on your knees and palms like an idiot.

“Hey… hey…” you heard Harry’s deep voice from behind you as he slid his hands under your arms to help you up, “You okay?”

“Oh my god…” you croaked out the first words of the day from your throat, “I just woke up and realized you were here and… Sorry!”

He turned you to face him and looked down over your knees and lifted your palms upward to inspect, “Let’s get you cleaned up. Took quite the spill there. Sorry, I shouldn’t have stacked those boards right there.”

You felt your heart calm as he led you into your kitchen. He was so gentle with you, which for some reason you hadn’t expected. You knew he was kind but this seemed very much outside of the scope of his job description, “No, it’s fine! It’s me. I’d probably trip over the boards no matter where you had them stacked. I’m a bit of a nervous nelly. And when I woke up I just… I was startled. Fell asleep late and didn’t set an alarm…”

Harry grinned at you as you ran your faucet and put your hands under it, “It’s fine. No need to rush or get all riled up. I got here a bit early and when you didn’t answer I just figured I’d start on the porch. Think I’ll replace your doorbell as well. It’s not working either.”

You dried your hands and smiled at Harry, “I’ll get you a key before you leave today. In case I’m not here or I’m sleeping again. Sorry… I just had this burst of inspiration last night and typed until I passed out. It’s…”

“You’re fine,” you watched his eyes drop down to your torso and then bounce back up quickly to your face.

When you looked down at yourself you realized your robe was twisted and while all your bits were covered, they were barely covered.

“Jesus fucking Christ… I’m sorry, Harry. I’m a mess…” you pulled the material into place and adjusted the robe.

Harry put his hands at the tops of your arms, “Hey… you’re fine. Take a breath. It’s a beautiful morning and the birds are singing, and just look at this view…” he motioned toward your window where you could see trees and lush green grass stretch along the front of the house, “Now… Do you have some alcohol to clean up the cuts on your knees?”

. . .

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[whitehotforeva]

gone - billy the kid.

❀ warnings - 18+, fingering, oral and slight angst.

❀ word count - 2,059

❀ a/n - this is my first fic, very bleh but whatever. hope whoever is reading this, enjoys <3

you had fallen asleep a few hours ago. your lantern burning brightly as you sighed and watched the sky darken as you waited for him. sometime along those few hours, you had fallen asleep.

the lamp was nearly burning out now, only bringing a faint warmth to the room. you stirred when you heard the sounds of a door opening and closing, and those familiar footsteps you had always anticipated.

your eyes slowly opened, squinting as a soft yawn left your lips and you rubbed at your eyes, a soft sound leaving your lips as you pulled yourself up to look at who finally visited at this hour.

there he was, standing in the glory of his days work. his curls damp against his forehead and his cheeks slightly tinted red at being out in the sun all day. you tiredly glanced at him, and his exhaustion seeped into your own as he pulled off his hat.

“angel.” he spoke out, his voice ragged and rough as he took a few steps towards you.

hurt coursed through you. but you couldn’t help but soften at his words. at his voice. at the way his eyes were filled with apologies and fatigue.

you tiredly stood up, your legs shaking a little as they got used to holding yourself down. your body dragged itself to your shared chest of drawers as you took out his night clothes. turning around, you saw him sat at the bed, those piercing eyes just watching you.

you made your way back to him, like you always did and you found yourself standing in between his legs. his heavy hands pulled you in, his arms wrapping around you tightly as he buried his face in your warm neck.

“missed you billy.” you murmured out, your fingers making their way to his wild curls as you ran your fingers through them. it was a constant battle, of you pushing away the pain of his identity and of you comforting him because of it. his days were hard and long. too long. when you first started your relationship with billy, you truly didn’t expect how exhausting it was to be waiting up on him every single night. to be crying yourself to sleep if he didn’t show up one night, scared that he had lost his life in a fight against another outlaw.

relief flooded your chest each time you saw him, but so did dread as you were reminded he would leave again and the cycle would repeat. your grip on his curls tightened.

his lips brushed against your neck.

“i’m sorry.”

you just sighed out. he promised he’d be here today. for weeks you’d feel his body sink into the bed besides you as he held onto you, as he thrusted into you - desperate for the warmth you could give him in the night that he couldn’t steal in the day.

and he left you cold in the morning. he’d be gone. it hadn’t always been like this, but he had been stepping up with his responsibilities with the rest of his gang and stepping down for yours. you knew it wasn’t his fault. it was what his life demanded of him.

what else did you expect when you fell in love with an outlaw?

billy was hurting too. but some things needed to be done. he told himself it was for your future together, but he couldn’t see that the idea of your future together was crumbling because he hardly was even there. last night as he held you in his arms, grunting as he snapped his hips against yours, the sounds of promises being made to you alongside with the slapping of your skin together filled the room. he had promised that today would be special. that he would leave the boys early evening and come back to you.

you had prepared something especially for him and held so much excitement in your heart as you waited for his tall frame to walk through the door of your well tidied home, warm with the efforts of your love seeping in the air. he didn’t come so you didn’t eat. at first you were a little hopeful, waiting idly wondering if he was simply running late but deep down you knew it. you knew he had let you down again.

he had lifted his face up now, and those dark blues were taking every inch of your face in. he noticed your eyes were slightly swollen, no doubt from how much you had cried earlier. his hands moved up to cup your face as his eye contact stayed. you always wanted to look away from his stare. it was so piercing. he intimidated you in a way, a man so beautifully sculpted, looking at you? you felt embarrassed by just staring at him back, but something in you had looking up into his eyes helplessly. you knew where this would go, and as his hands trailed down to the buttons of your nightgown, you hated that you were right.

you let him pull it off you, and tears filled your dark orbs as his brows furrowed with pity and guilt swimming in his eyes. he pulled your delicate naked frame close to his as he sat you onto his lap.

“i let you down. again princess.”

his fingers rubbed gently against your thighs as he pressed a soft kiss to your shoulder. your cheek was wet now, but he was so quick to wipe it away. heat blossomed in your stomach. it felt like a sickening combination as butterflies and pain danced together in the pit of your stomach.

“i’m sorry. i’m sorry angel. i truly am.”

and with that, you burst into tears, your chest heaving up and down as he began to softly rub your back, cooing into your ears as the bottom of his own stomach brimmed with guilt and desire.

“fuckin’ asshole i am. hurting my sweet baby. i’ll make it up to you. i will.” he almost pleaded as he pressed a firm kiss against your shoulder, letting you dampen his neck and the collar of his shirt.

you stayed like that for a few minutes as he held you. as he took in your cries. as his fingertips grazed against your back comfortingly. eventually you began to calm down, sniffling as you hid your face into his wet neck.

“i’m tired billy.”

your words were like a whisper. and his were too.

“i know.”

you needed him. you needed his comfort. you needed him to be skin to skin with you, having you forget the pain of his absences as he filled your mind with stars and filled your body with his length. you wanted to kick yourself for it, but this distraction was delicious and sweet. and it was the only distraction you could take in the little time you had with him.

so as your thigh softly squirmed against him, he sighed out at the feeling of his pants tightening before gently laying you down. his eyes were sad and hungry, taking your naked body properly in as the blood rushed to his cock at the sight of your beauty. of your vulnerability. you never had looked more beautiful to him than you did now. your long hair messily framing your face as your wide eyes were glossy, sad and slightly red. your lips were quivering. he couldn’t help but lean down and take them into a kiss.

your lips moved together with a heat that burned in a unexplicable way. he could taste the hurt in your mouth and pulled away, breathing out as he took off his own clothes whilst you watched. the heat in you grew and your lips parted in surprise as he gently pushed your thighs apart and lowered his head down to your most intimate area.

a soft kiss was pressed to your inner thigh that had you breathing out.

“i’m sorry.”

another kiss.

“i’m sorry.”

another kiss.

“i’m sorry.”

and another.

each kiss had been inching closer and closer to the bit where you needed it the most. you stayed quiet, your breath caught in your throat as his eyes met yours.

i’m sorry, they spoke as his tongue licked up a strip down your folds that had you gasping at the sensation. your wetness was glistening as he began to hungrily savour your taste, his tongue licking up your slit before taking your little button into his mouth.

“billy!” you gasped out, the pleasurable sensation of your sensitive little button shooting through your body as you writhed against his tongue. your brows furrowed as small gasps left your lips, his own lips getting rougher as he licked his apology into you.

your glossy eyes glanced at his dark blues, clouded with lust as he devoured you, moaning out against your puffy lips at your taste as you whimpered out, your mind already going a little hazy as electric ran through your body. before you realised, you felt his long finger sinking into you as you whined out, raising your hips slightly as desperate pants left your mouth.

he slipped another finger in, his lips wrapped around your bundle of nerves as he pumped in and out. “ohhh!” you moaned out, your hips meeting his thrusts a little faster as he curled his fingers upwards, hitting your sweet spot as a squeal left your lips.

“love you. love your pussy. i love you.” he groaned against your heat before sucking onto your bud and watching as you arched your back, body perfectly curving in delight at the sensations of his long thick fingers filling you and hitting the spot that had you seeing stars whilst he played with your clit in his mouth.

you desperately humped against his lips and fingers as the coil in your stomach finally snapped, having you sobbing out loud as your high hit you.

you shook, whimpering loudly as your tears streamed down your face and your juice covered his own. he moaned into your pussy, tasting your juices as he was sure the tip of his cock was angry, red and leaking pre-cum. he could taste you forever, your juices sweet and all he ever needed to ever quench his thirst. he pulled his fingers out, his wet lips pulling into a smirk as he raised his body up over your shaking one, his wet fingers that were coated with your juices making their way to in between your lips as you began to suck on them.

he groaned out, the sight of you sucking on his fingers covered with your own juices as tears streamed down your face having his cock throbbing painfully. “shhhh angel. there we go.” he spoke gently, his two fingers in your mouth as his other hand stroked your cheek. your hair had gotten slightly damp against your skin but he loved the sight of you. fucked out by just his fingers and tongue. but you deserved it.

as much as he wanted to pull the belt off his trousers now and sink his cock into you so deep you’d be sobbing all night for it to stop, he couldn’t. he didn’t want to be selfish. you needed this. just this. just focused on you.

you nursed on his fingers, your eyes fluttering innocently as you squeezed your thighs together, moaning softly against his long digits in your mouth. “atta girl. proud of you baby.” he spoke out, his voice deep and low as you felt your heart flutter. your eyes felt heavy, the emotions of your weeks and orgasm suddenly hitting you as his fingers comforted you and had you feeling soothed. before you knew it, your eyes drifted closed, still slowly sucking on his fingers.

as dawn arrived a few hours later, sunlight filled your room you squinted, covering your eyes as you attempted to block the sun. you furrowed your brows, wanting billy to somehow destroy the sun and let you sleep for a little longer. you lazily threw your hand out on the side of the bed where he’d lay but it was met with nothing except for the feeling of your bedsheets rubbing against your hand.

the dread filled your stomach and you knew. no point in opening your eyes to check. he was gone.

[sunboki]

CALLING SKZ “BABY” FOR THE FIRST TIME

including; bang chan, hwang hyunjin, lee felix, lee minho, jisung han , kim seungmin, yang jeongin, seo changbin

genre; fluff + slight suggestiveness + tiny bit of angst :))

BANG CHAN scanned through his phone, reviewing a testing clip captured for a specific song he’d been immersed in lately. meanwhile, you busied yourself next to him with the channels of the tv in his dorm to then disappear into the depths of the pantry, searching for snacks. “mmm baby? do you want me to make a salad?” you hummed, licking your lips as you hastily glanced at chris. upon using the unfamiliar nickname, chan stalled, looking up with surprised eyes. those eyes he once garnered small stretching quite wide for the opposing statement. “baby..?” he muttered, testing the word on his tongue. “yes baby, would a salad be okay?” you brushed off his reaction with a sly smile, knowing full well of your actions. however the moment you turned around, big, warm arms fit snug around your waist, the man breathing in your scent with a sigh of satisfaction. “don’t be saying things like that, i wasn’t prepared.” he grunted, rocking back and forth on his toes. “okay baby.” you chortled, chan staring defiantly. “c’mon seriously?”

HYUNJIN pushed the cart alongside you, curiously shoving his nose into each item as he scanned over the ingredients like a disoriented mother. “jinnie, don’t get left behind.” you called, finally grasping the man’s attention only for him to speedily scamper back to your side. the trip arriving short, waiting patiently as the cashier price checked each item. “alright, enjoy your evening.” the kind woman ushered, you beginning to sling the grocery bags along your arms with a soft beckon to hyunjin who was once again into something. “jinnie, baby, help me out with these.” and can i tell you how fast this llamas head snapped up i might just crash. absolutely dumbfounded. then proceeded to dance around quietly, then quiet, then to your aid. the entire ordeal was adorably terrifying. “i’m baby now?” he closed the car door, lifting brows at you. “you’ve always been baby.” you laughed at his hollering reply. “this is an upgrade!” he cheered, leaning in to gently kiss your lips happily. “so cute.” he cooed at your blissful afterglow. nonetheless, still hyunjin, always.

FELIX sat on the blanket sprawled on the green furnished ground the park chosen remaining deserted. sun glittering overhead with an evergreen glow. he looked breathtaking ( as per usual ) even more so in this lighting. “i’m so jealous.” he honed that concerned expression in your directions due to your words. “what is it?” felix rested his chin on his hand, focused on your face intently. god, he was so pretty. “i mean, you’re just so beautiful and nice and i feel like i’m not even close. like i’m not enough. i don’t deserve you baby.” his brows knit firstly, then flustered blinking. “hey gorgeous, don’t ever think that about yourself, let me show you. especially since i’m your baby.” your hands instinctively curling into his blonde hair, head leering back at the contact that sent you into a dizzy haze. “fe—lix—“ you dragged out, falling back onto the blanket with a sleepy giggle. “see? you’re my everything. don’t forget it.” “baby.” he added, a peck to your cheek serving as a reminder. drowning in his endless love.

MINHO took this early morning to take you to the cat shelter, a place he’d visit regularly to either drop off donations or just visit. the man easily charmed by just how adorable you were when speaking to the cats, voice heightening in pitch happily. however, with this visit in mind he wasn’t expecting to hear you call him baby. the words rolling so effortlessly off your tongue. “baby, look at this one—don’t you think soonie doongi and dori need another friend?” you insisted, hoisting the kitty gently towards him with puppy eyes ( as he liked to call them ). he knit his brows, looking from the cat to you thoughtfully. “if you call me baby again i might consider.” he added teasingly, smirk tugging at his cheeks. “yes! fine then baby, can we get this kitty?” you flushed cheerily, puffing your chest with pride. “since you said it so nicely, yes. now i’ll have four kitties in the house.” he stifled a chuckle at your frown of dismay— bugging. “i told you not to call me that.” you huffed. “but it’s true, you are my kitty.” — “in your dreams.”

HAN being han seemed the type to right off the bat begin using pet names, one of those being baby. but actually, he was nearly the opposite. worried he’d cross an unwanted line, he waited patiently for the occasion. but for you to start first? unexpected; but definitely not disappointing. back against his chest on the couch was a nice way to spend the evening, lazily scrolling on your phones with no motives whatsoever. “how does honey chicken sound?” you questioned innocently, han giving your hips a small squeeze. “honey chicken sounds soooo yummy~” he licked his lips, that familiar unconscious goof-ball of a quokka shining through always. “ahhh baby your arms are too tight—i’m gonna get bruises.” you hissed, the man immediately releasing his grasp; leaning his body to look at you in disbelief. “baby? who?” you burst into a fit of giggles, the quokka still in awe. “you silly.” you beamed, capturing his cheeks in your hands to land a soft smooch on his nose. his face turned so pink in little to no seconds. “nooo you’re my baby~~” he babied, rolling over with you on the couch to smother you in hugs. over the moon.

SEUNGMIN was nervous, extremely nervous to introduce nicknames. so of course being the traditional and kind hearted boyfriend he was he confronted you about the dilemma. “so you’re saying you want to use nicknames for each other?” you tilted your head, biting back a smile. he was just so cute, all red and fidgety as if giving a letter to his crush. it reminded you of when he’d confessed, all hushed and melty. so cute. “yes..” he mumbled, eyes darting to the floor anxiously. “that sounds fun! i’m glad you talked to me about it. which ones should we use.. there’s so many.” you gasped, excitement fitting to your nerves at just how much opportunity stood before you. “i need to think of some good ones.” you licked your lips, seated on the bed in conversation. “cutie.. honey.. baby..” meanwhile, the black haired man in front of you was dissipating into a puddle of mush. this nicknames were killing him. “what? do you like baby?” you interjected, his face hidden into his hands. “i’ll take that as a yes baby.” he groaned in response.

I.N argued proficiently, enough to where he’d win no matter what. that was, the stupid arguments you’d get in. this one, on a lovely sunday morning, consisted of shouting at what name fit jeongin. the two runner up names were either baby bread or foxINy. however, jeongin was resilient, convinced that foxINy was better. “no! baby bread is much more gentle and fun.” you crossed your arms, pouting. it took a lot of strength for the fox to not coddle you and your adorable face. “look here, baby bread is obviously superior. i mean it can be used so many different ways like ‘bread’ or ‘baby-.’” you began, facial features contorting in a sly array. “exactly, baby.” I.N stalled, eyes round as saucers. “you win.” he blurted, waddling to you in need of a hug. unable to stop his heart from beating obnoxiously. “i think i can hear your heart from here.” you whispered, he only snuggled deeper into your shirt.

CHANGBIN acted high and mighty, although you were fully aware of his caring and affectionately needy side as well. those moments revealed when you hurt yourself, cry, or late nights. generally no in between. you were both playing around in the studio, taking a short break to dance around the plush dwaekki in your hands happily. spearb dropped down on the couch aimlessly, gazing at your enamored expression with satisfaction—to him, you were the enamoring one. “this. dwaekki. is. precious.” you nearly exploded with a love struck arrow, poking through your chest stubbornly. positively swooning. “it’s my baby now.” hugging the grumpy plushie to your chest, you caught the real dwaekki’s attention. “ah, but don’t be jealous, you’re my real baby.” your eyes almost sparkling in the dimmed lighting. changbin was doomed. the things you did to him. he coughed, ears dusting rose. you noticed. “what’re you talking about.” he reprimanded, head turned to avoid your watchfulness. “shhh i told you not to be jealous.” you straddled his lap, finger upon his lips. “when was i ever jealous.” he rolled his eyes. “now you are.” wiggling your brows childishly in his direction. “of the dwaekki? seriously?” you casted him one last grin. “yes, of the dwaekki baby.”

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[oliversrarebooks]

roger, whats it like being fitz's thrall? (aka how does it feel to be living my dream... im not jealous... totally not living vicariously through you...)

Masterlist

January 1922

TW: mind control, conditioning, blood drinking mentions of past abuse, fear of death

"You have to get up, sir." 

Roger gently shook the lump of tangled blankets and sheets that most likely contained a vampire at its core. The only real indication that his master was within was the soft groan from inside, a mumble that sounded a lot like "leave me alone."

"I can't leave you alone, sir. You have a show at 7, remember? If you don't rise and shine soon, you won't have enough time to do your hair and makeup and make it to the theater."

"Uggggggh. Why'd I schedule a show so goddamned early? What is wrong with me?" The pile of blankets huddled in on itself more tightly.

"...I suspect there may be several things, sir," said Roger, unable to resist the obvious opening and knowing that a bit of banter might put his master in a better mood. "Regardless, you did schedule the show, and you do need to leave the house for it."

"Horrible. Torturous. Excruciating." The bedclothes rustled, and Fitz poked his head out just enough to take a look. "It's so early that the sun is leaking around the curtains! The sun could kill me, Roger, you can't expect me to get up in those conditions. I could die."

"I believe that's what the curtains are for, sir. To prevent you from dying when you're unjustly forced to wake up during the day." Roger sat down on the side of the bed. He'd done this often enough to know when he was in for the long haul, and he was quite capable of patience -- a good quality to have when serving Fitz. "You were looking forward to this show, weren't you? It's a large venue, and you have your new rotating box trick."

"Mmm."

"I'm sure it will go over splendidly, sir, and you'll be afforded all the praise and applause you deserve," he said. Cheap flattery rarely failed to soften his master's mood. "Aren't you looking forward to seeing the looks of delight on your audience's faces when you perform your new trick? And besides that, aren't you looking forward to being paid?"

Fitz seemed to be lowering both his blankets and his guard. "I suppose so..."

"Excellent. Then forgive me for this, sir." Roger grabbed the covers and pulled them away, as his master produced a sound not unlike a dying cat.

With lightning fast reflexes, the blankets were wrenched from Roger's grasp, and Fitz was clutching them to himself and huddling in the middle of the bed. "How could you? How could my own thrall do such a thing? Heartless, you're simply heartless." He curled up under the blankets and stubbornly closed his eyes as if to go back to sleep.

"Of the two of us, sir, it's technically you who is heartless." Roger sighed. It was always most difficult to wake Fitz in the dead of winter. The long nights enticed his master to stay out too late sampling the city's nightlife, and the cold made him especially reluctant to leave his chambers, which, thanks to the radiators, were as hot as a furnace.

He reached down to the blankets, intending to tug on them again. This time, despite Fitz pretending to sleep, he was faster than Roger, and grasped his wrist.

Roger felt a delicious, drowsy warmth coming from his master's touch, filling his mind with cotton candy haze. It was blissfully dreamy and intoxicating, and, most dangerously, it was sleep-inducing, enticing him to shut his weary eyes and rest.

"Go back to sleep, Roger," Fitz lulled. "Curl up here. Keep me warm..."

Roger was swaying on the spot, eyelids drooping, rapidly losing himself to enchanted slumber -- but he'd been caught by this trap on plenty of occasions, and each time it ended with Fitz regretful that he'd overslept and missed his obligations. It was that memory that kept Roger just awake enough to wrench his arm away and mostly free himself from his master's dangerous temptation. Fitz was making sad little grabbing motions as Roger moved out of range of his hands.

"I'm afraid that if you wish to use your powers on me, you'll have to leave your bed to do so, sir," said Roger, standing several feet away. "The sooner you get it over with, the sooner you can get to the pleasant business of washing up." They both knew that it was a bluff. Roger had been under Fitz's thrall for many years now, and his master didn't need hypnotic touch to compel him, body and soul. But it was a bluff that usually worked.

"Fine, fine, you win." With one final dramatic groan, Fitz threw off the covers and sat up. "I'll take my shower, then. But I expect you to attend to me when I'm finished."

"Of course, sir." Roger watched as his master stumbled into the bathroom, and in a moment he could hear the sound of running water and upbeat humming. Fitz loved long, warm showers as much as he loved rolling around lazily in bed. He'd spend at least a half-hour relaxing in the steamy waters and performing his elaborate and ever-changing skin care routine, one which involved enough distinct products as to cover most of the vanity table.

This gave Roger plenty of time to make the perpetually disheveled bed, the foot-high pile of blankets, and the mountain of pillows in every shape and size. He made quick work of it, picked up the dirty clothes that had been tossed on the floor yesterday morning. 

Housekeeping was Roger's primary responsibility apart from providing blood and humoring Fitz's varied whims. With only the two of them in a reasonably sized flat, it wasn't especially difficult or time-consuming compared to when he'd lived on his own, before he'd been snatched off the street by a vampire. He'd even come to enjoy the simple chores. He wasn't sure how much of that was due to his own feelings or to Fitz's coercion -- his master grasping his shoulders and softening Roger's mind, whispering to him how much he loved to serve.

Really, it hardly mattered any more.

When he'd finished tidying up, Roger got down to the business of setting out his master's clothes. Serving Fitz was really about anticipating his moods more than anything else. With a large venue, he'd want something particularly flashy -- something on the warmer side for a chill day -- deep blue, perhaps?

The door to the bathroom cracked open, Roger's signal to enter.

The steam was blinding, mixed with the almost overwhelming scent of flowers, as Roger entered. Fitz was fussing with his hair, as usual, despite not being able to see it in the mirror. "You simply must help me out with this," he said.

"Of course, sir," said Roger, taking the comb from him. This was a ritual they performed nearly every night Fitz went out. Even as the years went by and Fitz grew from a young vampire to a seasoned one, he still seemed so irritated at not being able to see himself in the mirror, sometimes requiring excessive reassurance from Roger that he was still handsome.

Tonight, though, his master seemed deep in his own head as Roger ran the comb through his hair, taking some pomade in hand to smooth it back. He pulled the longer hair into a neat tail, the sort of style usually reserved for unsavory sorts, but then, Fitz didn't mind presenting himself as a bit unsavory. Roger's tense shoulders relaxed as faint hypnotic power flowed from his master's proximity, fogging his mind at the same time it increased his desire to help fix Fitz's brooding.

"Is everything all right, sir?"

Fitz seemed startled back into the waking world by the question. "Of course," he said with his fake smile plastered firmly to his face. "Just running through the show in my head. If I'm going to be dragged out of my bed and into the cold this early, it had better be worth it."

"I'm sure it will be, sir. You're looking quite handsome this evening."

"Obviously," he said, lacking the usual cheer that punctuated their banter.

With Fitz's hair squared away, the two then left the bathroom for Roger to assist dressing him. "While the rest of this outfit is acceptable, this bowtie is just not..." Fitz seemed to be fishing around, thinking of what could be wrong with the bowtie, clearly eager to find some minor fault to distract himself from his own worries. "It's blue, isn't it? You can't have blue on a night that's already cold and gloomy, that won't do. It must be red. The color of excitement and passion!"

"I don't know what I was thinking, sir," Roger deadpanned, picking up the blue bowtie that Fitz had tossed aside and fetching one of his half-a-dozen red ones.

Fitz allowed Roger to fit him with the new selection. "That's why you should leave the thinking to me."

"I'm not so sure about that, sir."

That got a genuine smile from his master. "Come now, when has that ever not worked out?" he said. "With this outfit and your expert attention to my hair, I'm sure tonight's show will be an absolute triumph."

"There's not a single doubt in my mind, sir."

As Roger adjusted his master's cummerbund, Fitz leaned in a bit more, in an unsubtle fashion. The undercurrent of tension Roger had felt all night bloomed into something more recognizable: hunger. His master desired his blood, and, as always, Roger felt himself falling into a pleasurable daze, one where all thoughts fled from his mind apart from offering himself to his master.

"I think I'll need to feed from you when I return. You don't mind, do you?" Fitz whispered in his ear.

"No, master," said Roger, shivering involuntarily. "It's my pleasure to serve you."

"And it's my pleasure to feed," he said, grinning with his fangs bared. "Yes, I think that'll be just the thing to lift my spirits. Something to look forward to after the show."

"Yes, sir. I'll also look forward it." He meant that -- he had long since given up being troubled by his desire for vampiric feedings. He'd felt that desire even for his previous master's painful, harsh feedings, and it was far easier to accept Fitz's gentle trance of bliss.

A few minutes later and Roger had wrangled a semi-unwilling vampire into two layers of winter coat and sent him on his way. Sometimes Roger went along with Fitz to the theater, to help with makeup or hair or just for support purposes, but just as often he was left behind to his own devices. 

He didn't mind either way. It was nice to have a few hours to himself. He often spent the bulk of the time painting, something he'd never gotten to do much of even before he was taken by vampires. He wanted to eat breakfast first, though, especially given that his master might be feeding later.

Roger did hope he was. Sometimes he instead chose to feed on his volunteer from the audience, and that was always a bit of a disappointment, denying Roger the opportunity to fulfill his primary purpose in life. But Fitz seemed interested in feeding at home, and if he was going to do that, it would behoove Roger to be well-fed.

Soon enough, a generous portion of ham and eggs was sizzling on the stove. Fitz had made a promise early on that he'd always keep Roger fed, and although he forgot and broke promises all the time, he hadn't broken that one. Unlike his previous master, he never punished Roger with starvation -- a particularly spiteful punishment, since it also seemed to lower the quality of Roger's blood. His previous master did seem to enjoy punishment more than feedings.

When Roger's former master had been destroyed in a duel, Roger had assumed he was going from bad to worse. That feeling had grown stronger when he'd been dragged to a secondhand thrall appraiser and his worth was assessed at far lower than it had been when he'd first been bought. At the time, Roger had been little better than a beaten dog, cringing at every sound, barely daring to speak or think. He'd lost hope for anything better.

And, well, Fitz was far from the savior he'd often imagined during those days. He was still a vampiric master, a dramatic one whose moods changed like the wind. He could still effortlessly control Roger's mind, and he made Roger do all the chores in the house. Roger still wasn't free.

But rather than beatings and torture, Fitz's "punishments" generally amounted to snippy words and extra chores. There was always food, and he was allowed to paint and read and relax. His master might have a terrible habit of tossing out every piece of clothing in his closet when choosing what to wear and then telling Roger to clean it all up, but compared to what life had been like...

He hoped that Fitz came home safe. He'd strongly prefer to not change hands again, even if it meant dragging a protesting vampire out of bed each night for the rest of his life.

Roger had busied himself painting a bird from an illustration in a nature book when he heard the front door creak. "It's goddamn cold out there! Windy, too."

"Welcome home, sir," said Roger, helping his master out of his frigid coats. He was pleased to see Fitz in a better mood than when he'd left. "I take it your show went well?"

"Of course! Didn't you say there wasn't a single doubt in your mind?" he said with a grin as he kicked off his shoes, leaving Roger to line them up neatly in the shoe rack. "The crowd loved it! The spinning box trick is a real winner -- I just need to think of some ways to jazz it up further -- perhaps doing up the box in spangles to really dazzle them..." 

He shook himself out of his train of thought, seeming to remember Roger was there. "All of that applause did have me work up an appetite, though," he said, stepping close and brushing his hand against Roger's. Roger could feel the influence flowing through him, stoking his need for the feeding. "Why don't you go start the fire? That and your blood will provide me with some warmth tonight, I think."

So he was going to feed. Roger tried to keep his face neutral to preserve a scrap of dignity. "Very good, sir."

Roger allowed himself to hum a bit of a jaunty tune as he stacked wood in the fireplace and lit the kindling, using the bellows to raise the fire higher. He could hear his master making a commotion in the bathroom, likely getting out of his fine clothes and washing off the stage makeup. By the time Fitz arrived in the parlor, the fire was crackling merrily.

"Ahhhhh," said Fitz, sprawling out onto the old leather couch and beckoning Roger close. "This is the life, isn't it, Roger?"

"It certainly is, sir."

"Well, I suppose I'm not technically alive. The point still stands."

His master put his hand to Roger's cheek, and Roger sank into the mind-numbing bliss that came from his power, the familiar sense of captivation and contentment. As always, he could feel his master's desire to feed, and as he dropped deeper into a trance, his hands came up to unbutton his shirt and pull his collar away.

"You really are an excellent thrall," said Fitz, and Roger soaked in both the praise and the sense of security that came from pleasing his master. "Now just relax and let me have what I need."

Sharp fangs punctured the old scars that would never heal, and Roger's pliable mind slipped further as his master began to drink. There was nothing but bliss and contentment and hunger and need --

-- and, as always when his master was anxious, the sound of ticking clocks and the undercurrent of a lonely void.

Perhaps the good reception to his show hadn't brightened his mood as much as Roger had thought.

Fitz drank hungrily as if to fill that void with his thrall's blood, and Roger could feel his senses buckling, his vision tunneling and his eyelids growing heavy. His master was overdrinking again. "Sir," Roger managed to say as he fought to stay awake. "Sir -- sir, you're --"

"Oh!" His master mercifully stopped. "Damn it, I'm sorry, Roger. I don't mean to do that, you know I don't."

"I know you don't," Roger parroted in a dazed voice, slumping against his master's shoulder, allowing his eyes to close now that the danger had passed.

Someday, his master was probably going to kill him. He'd drink too much blood, and Roger would fail to stop him in time, collapsing into his master's arms and closing his eyes for the last time.

But tonight was not that night, and Roger was glad of it.

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Personal Maid

Scaramouche x fem!reader

A/N: Hey everyone! this oneshot is a gift for my friend @hitomisuzuya to congratulate them on 50k likes! Let's show them some love <3

Summary: You and Scaramouche haven't had very much alone time in the past few months due to the two of you being so busy. Finally you find an opportunity to make up for lost time.

Warnings: cussing, praise and degradation (mostly degration lol), sub reader/ dom scara, slight roleplay (reader dresses as a maid), hair pulling, breeding kink, overstimulation, oral (male recieving), vaginal penetration

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It has been weeks since you last had a night with your lover, Scaramouche. You missed him tremendously but you understood that his job required him to be gone for extended periods of time. What was his job again? a....harbinger? Something along those lines. You were never told too much, much to your dismay.

Scaramouche had told you that he can't divulge too much since it would put you in danger. Though you hated it, you understood. But since he wasn't home with you very often, it left room for some tension and sexual frustration to build up.

It was an evening in late spring, you had just gotten home after a long day at the stables where you trained horses. This was part of your regular routine. You'd do what you needed to at home in the morning, and then you'd travel a little ways out of town to spend the rest of your day with your horses, but something about today was different.

You got home and realized that Scara's hat was sitting on the coffee table by the entrance of your shared home. You smiled to yourself knowing that meant you'd get to spend the evening with your favorite indigo haired sassy ass.

You sat your own belongings next to his hat and went to the kitchen to grab something to drink before walking into your bedroom where Scara was laying down.

"Hey, I didn't expect you to be home so soon. How was work today?" You asked softly, and by the growl he gave as he rolled over stuffing his face into the pillows behind him, not well.

"Today was shit, that ginger prick wouldn't shut up, and I didn't even find anything I was looking for. Today sucked ass." His voice was muffled as he spoke through the fluff under him. He gripped the cushion under him tightly until he had white nuckles.

You sighed sympathetically. You knew he had a hard day from his demeanor and his words. You wanted to help him relax so you walked over and started gently rubbing his back. He flinched for a moment, startled by your touch but soon eased into, easing his grip along with his shoulders.

"Would you like a massage? It might help you feel a little better." You offered, hopeful. He thought for a moment before nodding, resulting in you running your thumbs around his sore muscles, easing whatever you could. He sat silent besides the occasional moan of relief as you soothed the occasional knot in his back.

You continued your work for a while longer, until scara had found himself in the clutches of sleep. A rare treat for him certainly. You placed a blanket over his resting form, a win-win plan hatching in your mind.

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The next morning you had alerted your friend who also works at the stables that you would not be coming in that day, as you had something to do.

Next you alerted one of your contacts who just so happened to work with the fatui that Scara was unavailable for the day as he was not feeling well enough to come in.

Finally on this morning adventure, you stopped by a clothing shop that you knew of in town.

You bought a maid's uniform to fulfill your plan. It was a simple black and white dress with lace and a pretty sash in the back, as well as the iconic apron that seemed to pull the entire piece together.

You had left early enough so that by the time you arrived home Scara was still sleeping. You took the opportunity to change into your new outfit and to make a pot of tea just how Scara liked it.

The sun had peaked at around 10 in the morning, when Scara had finally woken from his much needed and deserved rest. He was honestly surprised with himself for the fact that he got as much peaceful rest as he did. Normally he is plagued with nightmares or insomnia. Well regardless, what he was most surprised with was when you walked in, breakfast tray made, tea in hand, and absolutely jaw dropping in your uniform.

At first he figured he was still dreaming. That had to be it. But the longer he was awake, the more he started to realize that you were in fact dressed up, for him nonetheless.

"Good morning! I made you a cup of tea, and don't worry about going to work today, I took care of that for you. For the rest of today, I'll be your maid! Whatever you need, I'll give it to you." Your tone was so cheerful. So cheerful in fact that Scara's mind almost immediately jumped to the gutter.

You had turned to start folding a pile of laundry on a chair towards the other end of the room. You could sense Scara's eye's following your form as you walked so you "accidently" dropped a handcloth, banding over to pick it up revealing your entirely exposed sex.

At this you heard scara choke on his tea, followed by a coughing fit. Smirking to yourself before rushing over to help him. You grabbed the same cloth and started wiping his face, pulling him closer to you in doing so. Scara grabbed your hand, making you freeze.

You turned to him to see his eyes, calculated, fierce, and irrevically, undeniably, impossibly horny.

"Is everything ok?" You feigned innocence with a smile, he gave a dry monotonous chuckle before lifting the tray of his lap to stand up. You swallowed thickly, having an idea where this was leading.

Scara walked towards you, still holding your wrist gently. He continued until you bumped the wall and he was standing near inches from you.

"What dangerous game are you playing?" He qued attentively.

You decided to keep up the cherade, shrugging your shoulders softly. This made him chuckled again, but this time much darker. Slowly leaning closer "Well, if you wanna play, lets play pretty slut~"

You moaned feeling his lips connect to your neck, suckling harshly pulling warmth to the center of your stomach with need. "S-Scara~"

Scaramouche let go of you your neck and glared at you through slitted eyes, "And who gave you permission to speak?" Was all he said before he led you by your wrist to the end of your shared bed. He sat down and guided you to your knees in front of him, smirking devilishly.

"I don't want to hear a peep from you, I want you to put better use to your mouth." You looked up at him, large doe eyes full of anticipation

Oh your plan was working wonderfully.

You looped your fingers around his shorts and undergarments. Almost drooling at the sight of his hardened cock hitting his stomach, already leaking beads of precum from the excitement. He took your hair in his hands, and for a brief moment you saw almost a silent "thank you" behind his gaze before it returned to its original dominance, pulling your hair closer to him.

He took his free hand, guiding his tip to your mouth, rubbing it across your lips spreading his slick over the split. You gratefully opened your mouth, taking his tip in a few inches at first, bobbing slowly.

His higher pitch moans that he tried to hide behind grunts and growls made you tighten your thighs, desperate for some kind of friction. He took notice of this and pushed your head down further on his cock making your eyes water, and causing a slight gag. "Just like that, show me just how much of a horny bitch you are for me."

You knew he was close when his cock started twitching in the back of your throat. You moaned around him, causing the tight knot in his stomach to snap, shooting hot strongs of cum down your throat and overflowing your lips.

You pulled your head back, swallowing all but the cum dribbling down your chin. Scara grabbed your chin pulling you feverently forward into a kiss, tasting himself on your tongue. You stood up, still kissing him, and staddled his waist, grinding your cunt over his own exposed sex.

Scara flipped the two of you over so that now he was on top. He reached behind you. untying your apron and the ribbon on your dress. He slid your dress up your legs, letting his hands glide up your thighs, then to your hips, and finally inwards toward you-

"You're so wet y/n..." His hand ran up and down your sopping cunt a few times, and finally resting on your slit rubbing circles agonizingly slow.

You mewled and arched your back. You gripped at his arm gently to ground yourself before he took his free hand to grope around your breasts.

"You're such a good little toy for me y/n. Always so obidient. Always so....submissive~" And with that Scaramouche slid just the tip of his leaking cock in and stopped at only a few inches. He was determined to break you and make you cock drunk for him.

You began bucking your hips in need of motion. He was just short of your heavenly spot, causing your insides to spark to life more than they already had. You needed him to keep moving, to fuck you. You were his toy, his to use, his to pleasure himself with, and how could he refuse himself such pleasure when you'd offered it to him?

"Pl...please scara- 'need you t'fuck me..pleasee" You begged in almost a whisper. This made Scara's hand stroke your clit a few more times just to rile you up more.

"Barely a few minutes in and you're already so desperate. You want me to fill you up that bad? You want me to breed this cute little cunt until you can't think anymore, is that it? go on, say it slut." He cooed, pinching your clit, making you wince in both pain and pleasure.

"I want you....to fill me up, please fill me." You whispered in embarrassment.

He took this as a challenge and began grinding what few inches he had linded at your entrance making you clench hungrily.

"I didn't hear you, speak up."

You cried a moan, grabbing the bedsheets with an ungodly strength, he was really determined to push you over the edge huh? You breathed in shakily, and tried as you went to try again, Scara pinched you clit again, this time rubbing it in circles quickly. You bucked wildly until he stopped just before your orgasm.

"Please Scara...just fuck me! Please fuck me stupid...I- I need you..to fuck meee pleasssee" You begged, cunt spasming in need, you felt the knot in your stomach begin to ache with need to the point of it being almost unbearable.

Without warning you felt him grab your hips, and slam into you harshly with a loud smack. You yelped and wrapped your arms and legs around him as best as you could. He nuzzled into your neck, thrusting hard and fast, never once easing his brutal pace.

"That's right....t-take this fuckin' cock. You're mine, my fuck toy, my little bitch. M'gonna fucking breed you. Y'll look s'pretty swollen with my fucking seed. " He moaned between thrusts and heavenly pants.

You felt the coil in your stomach forming fast and before you could tell him you were gonna cum, you had already done so. Painting his cock white, he kept thrusting overstimulating you until he reached his own hot and thick orgasm, doing just as he promised; filling you up.

He pulled out of you dripping and looked at you with lovestuck eyes.

"Hope you don't have any plans, we're not leaving this bed today for shit. Now back on your knees beautiful."

[sinkingnotsoslowly]

Cuddle deprivation♡

Pairing: Gender-neutral reader x Felix

Warnings: slight angst, fluff, workaholic reader, like one curse word

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Felix was in a bad mood. First, he was deprived of his morning cuddles because you left early for work. Then you missed the heart emoji in your good morning text. The final hit was when you cancelled movie night because you would be home late, which meant no movie time cuddles for Felix, again. He tried to put himself in your shoes and be understanding, he really did. Felix knew your work was important and he didn’t want to look like a needy boyfriend all time. Even he always had a busy schedule. But it was difficult when it was your sixth time cancelling a movie night. You were always going to work early and coming home late. It was clear that you were overworking yourself and Felix was not happy about it. More importantly, his cuddling privilege was taken away. 

He dragged his feet all day, and even during practice, he was not as energetic. “Why so gloomy Felix?”, Chan couldn’t help but ask, after all the sun wasn’t shining. “No cuddles”, Felix mumbled making Chan look at him weirdly. 

He came home early and decided to make some brownies for you, obviously not as a bribe, Felix would never do that. But all hell broke loose when he took out burnt brownies from the oven. He was absent-minded and he set the timer wrong. Tired and upset Felix let out a frustrated groan and slumped on the couch.

When you finally came home, you expected Felix to be asleep. He gets very tired after long hours of practice so you never ask him to wait up. But you found a very much awake Felix on the couch, hugging a cushion and pouting like there’s no tomorrow. “Why are you still up?”, you asked but Felix wouldn’t look at you. You sat down beside him and gave him a little nudge, “Everything all right?”

“You don’t love me anymore”.

You blinked once. Twice. What could’ve made Felix think that? You ran through everything in your mind trying to find something that you had missed. Did he find out that you ate the last piece of cookie? Or maybe Minho snitched on you about those toothpaste oreos, it was very likely. 

“This is the sixth movie night you cancelled”. Shit. Sixth? It was true that you had been spending way too much time in your office lately, much more than what you spend at home. You hadn’t been giving time to Felix but the gravity of the situation did not dawn on you until now.

“Forget movie night, you’re not even taking care of yourself (Y/N). What if- what if you collapsed? Do you know how worried I get? If you loved me, you would have taken care of yourself at least for me” Felix was really upset. His hands were in tiny fists and he was still not looking at you.

“I’m sorry”, you climbed on his lap and koala hugged him. He hugged you back, he could never stay mad at you. “I know sorry doesn’t cut it but I would really like you to forgive me. And thank you for the wake-up call Lixie, I mean it. I got too much into my head and lost sight of you, the love of my life. I’m sorry”. “It’s okay”, Felix mumbled in your hair. “I will forgive you but on one condition”, you looked up to see Felix smiling mischievously, “You pay me back with all the cuddles you deprived me of”. You were glad to pay him back.

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— Spearing a Kiss

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Fandom — Honkai Star Rail Pairing — Jing Yuan/reader Summery — Your temper was known for being fierce, but so was your heart and your determination. Content Warnings — none Word Count — 1,281

Sparring with Jing Yuan was never an easy task; from the fact he was well-practised in the art of war to the fact that the man knew you like the back of his hand, the man was a formidable foe. From spears to swords to everything in between, Jing Yuan had bested you in every form of wit of mind and will.

Today, however, you knew would be the day that you would best the general — well, that had been what you had told yourself many times before. The sparring ring was empty for the late evening beside your presence, weighing up the different weapons that sat on the rack as you tried to decide which one you would pick up that day, each tip being as blunt as a spoon as you examined each. It wasn’t like you were going to be aiming to spill blood, after all, he was still your general, just a sparring partner that you wanted to see on the floor for once.

“Ah, I see you got here early.” The general spoke from the entryway of the sparring arena, his golden eyes only seeming to shine brighter in the dusk of the evening, especially with the way he had dressed down for the evening, his blouse on full display without his armour, his hair halfway ready to fall from its ponytail as he easily crossed the gap between the two, coming to brush shoulders with you as he stood by the rack. “I must say, it’s quite exciting every time you invite me to one of your sparring sessions.” His voice crackled like fire as he laughed, looking at the weapons on display.

“Exciting?” You couldn’t help but scoff, resisting the urge to roll your eyes to the time of your tongue clicking on the roof of your mouth. Exciting, for him? It had to be a joke considering he rarely broke a sweat during these matches, but yet as your hand came out to graze at the handle of a spear, you felt your eyes half lid themselves, your shoulders slumping as you felt the grooves of fingers from use. “It’s the last thing I expect from you, General Jing Yuan.”

Jing Yuan’s fingers came to grab another spear from the rack, his scarred and nobby fingers working at the handle as he twirled it around as if it were an extension of his body, an extension of his soul. “Just call me Jing Yuan. There are no formalities here.”

“Of course, Jing Yuan.” You softly muttered as you picked up the spear you had been eyeing, feeling the weight and the coolness of the wood that had been chosen for this spear. It felt too warm in your palm as you weighed it against your own body. It would be too heavy for you to use in combat for too long, but you knew that you weren’t going to need it, watching from the side of your eye as Jing Yuan loosened his hair from his ponytail, allowing for it to flow around his head. “Not going to keep it tied up?”

“I feel like you won’t even get close enough to grab it.” Those golden eyes of his glittered with mirth, like a golden coin in the sun. You wanted to get lost in their warmth, in their light, but yet you knew that it would be a distraction from the goal you had in mind, you had to keep focus, you had to focus on the job that needed to be seen to completion.

As the sun continued to set in the distance, the two warriors took their places in the arena. Armed with their spears, armed with their determination, the wind kicked up slightly as the two stared each other down. It was like a moment frozen in time, the two of you locked in a staring contest, daring not to move less you wanted to be struck down first — the only indication that this wasn’t a moment frozen in time being the long hair of Jing Yuan swaying in the breeze.

He struck first. Like the lightning he willed, like the god he called to his aid, the man was quicker than lightning and struck harder than thunder, barely able to counter his attack before it made contact with your side. You had barely seen him move, barely seen him breathe until he was finally next to you, your eyes locked together in an all too familiar dance. Wood against wood, steel will against steel will, you two danced a dance that you had become familiar with, that you two had practised over and over again. To know your enemy was the first step, to outsmart them was a whole other battle in its own.

“The General has been acting a bit funny since the first time you started sparring with him.” Yanqing’s voice echoed through your head as you ducked and weaved through attacks, barely able to get in a few of your own as you focused on not getting hit, on not stepping out of the ring. Yanqing’s finger came to his bottom lip, the young boy almost seeming to think hard about what he was going to say next. “He doesn’t get this way unless there’s something on his mind.”

Or someone.

It hadn’t taken you long to put two and two together to figure out that the General may have grown feelings related to respect for you, the staff and other soldiers seeming to mutter about it when they thought they were out of your earshot, but yet you had learned, yet you had listened. Yanqing had only been a piece to confirm the suspicion that had wedged itself deep in your mind.

Your spear broke in two as Jing Yuan split it in half, the two pieces remaining firm in your hands. “Seems like this battle is over.” No, it wasn’t. Turning the pointed ends away from your outside, you used the newfound duel-wielding weapons to take a swing, watching as Jing Yuan took a step back, then two. This was your chance, he was off balance.

You leapt forward, your weapons gripped firmly in your hands, but yet as Jing Yuan focused on the one that was heading towards him in a swing, he removed his eyes from your face and your other hand as it dropped the other half of the broken spear, tackling the General to the ground as your lips collided into one another. Even if the padded mat was there, it did little to cushion the fall of two bodies as they tumbled to the mat, the thirty-two-year-old underneath letting out a grunt as his back hit the mat. Though he did not push you off, he did not think to reject this, his golden eyes fluttering shut as he allowed his spear to fall, allowed his fingers to come to your waist and kept you close.

“I win.” You muttered against his lips, the blunt end of the staff pressed against his chest as he chuckled, your breathing coming out in short pants the moment you pulled away. “Good spar.”

“Hm,” The General muttered from beneath you, golden eyes twinkling with delight, “kissing me as a distraction…?” his voice trailed off slightly, his fingers brushing against the exposed skin that your shirt had exposed, “I’ll allow it, as a tactic.” Even after fighting with you, even after giving it his all, Jing Yuan had a lot of energy to spare as he rolled the two of you over, your back coming to hit the mat this time with an ‘oomf’.

“But next time, I will show no mercy.”

[sunwoowrites]

Let me treat you better.

Han Jisung x Y/n

fem!reader

Angst, comfort.

TW: swearing.

I sighed sitting up, pulling the duvet to cover my bare skin up. The sun shone through the large windows of my bedroom. The place next to me empty. My apartment still and quiet. I frowned grabbing my phone. I dialed his number. Straight to voicemail. I frowned. I messaged him.

Y/n

Shawn? Where are you? Did you leave already?

not sent!

That fucker. Did he block me? What the fuck! You're mine baby. I ran my hands through my face and hair. Pulling at it with frustration. I screamed and kicked at the bed. Tears stained my cheeks. Then again it's nothing new.

I huffed standing up pulling the duvey with me until I reached the bathroom. Dropping it to the floor and went into the shower. You feel so fucking good. I opened the cold water tap and let it wash my sadness away. The cold water somehow burning my skin.

I walked into my closet and put on Sungies hoodie and my tights. I grabbed my phone off my side table and went to the lounge slamming my bedroom door shut. I was met with silence. I dialed sungies number. "The number you have dialed is not available please try again later." I quickly typed out a message.

Y/n

Hey sungie. Wanna hang today?

sent 11:06am

I sniffled and put on music to play in the background to mute out the remains of last night. Seconds, minutes and then hours past and he didn't reply. I chuckled before going to the kitchen pulling out a mug and making a cup of coffee. What did you expect Y/n. I frowned.

"I don't wanna feel, how I did last night." The song that was on the t.v mocked me. So good. I winced at his words. The hot water spilling and burning my hand. My phone rang. I groaned and went to answer. "y/n?" Sungie. Finally.

"Hey. Did you just wake up?" His laugh echoed. "Duh, when do i ever wake up early?" I smiled. "Wanna hang today?" I heard a shuffle and a yawn. "yeah sure. I'll be there in ten." I nodded. "Cool see you." I sighed and hurridly started cleaning the mess. My clothes in the kitchen. The wine glasses on the coffee table. The duvet. The condom packet. The messed sheets.

I sat in the lounge and huffed. The door bell rang. I opened. "Y/n?" I smiled. "Hey." He chuckled. "someone got laid last night." he said walking in and my face fell. "what?" He pointed to my neck. "Those look pretty intense, bite marks and everything." I moved the hoodie to cover up and shifted on my feet uncomfortably. "what? whats wrong?" I sniffled. "nothing". I hurridly walked past him. He grabbed my wrist. "y/n." he said sternly.

"He left before I could wake up." I mumbled, my eyes starting to burn with tears of regret. He pulled me into a hug and rubbed my back and I let everything out. "T-They do this all the time s-sungie.." He kissed my forehead and mumbled. "Y/n-ie..." I sobbed. "He just used me..."

"The dates and everything meant nothing didn't it, the sweet gestures, the cute remarks, late night drives and deep convo's, everything meant nothing. And when he finally got what he wanted he left." He hugged me tighter. "He should've been grateful that he even got date. What an asshole." I nodded against his shoulder and mumbled. "he is an asshole."

"Its gunna be okay love. Lets sit okay. Have hot chocolate and ramyeon? Our combo." I smiled. He pulled my hand and I flinched. "ow." He looked at my hand. It was red. "Got burnt." I said shrugging my shoulders. His eyes went wide. "AND YOU DIDN'T TREAT THE WOUND?!" I pouted. "i'll be fin-" He pulled me to the kitchen to treat my wound. "shut up dumbass." I smiled. "Thanks sungie." He huffed.

"Don't go on dates with those douche bags anymore" He mumbled as I sat on the counter, looking at him "hmph" I huffed "Its unfair, I wanna be in a healthy relationship too sung." He pulled my hand in his, putting ointment on the burn. "Let me treat you better." He looked up at me and I knew he wasn't refering to the wound that he was treating.

I gulped and nodded, blushing. "good." He smiled, the tips of his ears turning red, looking at my wound as he treated it. "I'll treat you better..." he whispered leaving a soft kiss on the wound after."Shut up Han." I looked away, rolling my eyes, secretly blushing. He smiled. "Want some of that ramyeon?" He winked and I knocked his head with my knuckles. "Stop with your double meaning shit." He laughed. "Come on I'm serious. Let me be yours." I looked away as butterflies erupted in my stomach.

"Oh my god Han." He laughed. "What I didn't even do anything." I smiled looking back at him. "Let's have hot chocolate." His eyes widened. "Is that a yes or a no???" He followed me around as I made our drinks. "Y/n. Y/n. Y/n. Y/n." He poked my shoulder. I turned around, my hands on my hips.

"What do you think dumbass." He shrugged his shoulders and I turned to continue. He rested his head on my shoulder watching me as I put the hot chocolate powder into our mugs. "I'm serious tho. I'll treat you better y/n-ie." He whispered. "Yes." He looked at you. "what?" I rolled my eyes. "Yes Han. I'll be yours." He gasped. "Really??" I nodded. He wrapped his arms around my waist. I chuckled. "You're such a loser." He smiled. "Your loser."

Thank you for your support. ♡ ~ BIBI

[wurm-food]

Sunrise | New Day | Sanji x F!Reader

Summary: "When a woman lies, a real man forgives her."

Word Count: 2.5k One Piece Master List

CW: SFW, Fluff, friends to lovers, terrible lying about your feelings on your part, Sanji may be a simp but you're worse, lightly inspired by the song "Sunrise" by Norah Jones. Follow this work on AO3!

Whether you liked it or not, you were awake.

The black vignette of sleep slowly receded from your vision as you rubbed your eyes. You sat up from your bed and looked out the window towards the vast horizon, the soft glow of the sun awaited to kiss the edge of the sea. It was beautiful and serene. These were the last few hours of peace before the hustle and bustle of the Thousand Sunny would soon awaken.

Beautiful, but far too early for your liking.

You turn to your sleeping compatriots. Robin slept peacefully in her bed, a pair of reading glasses barely hanging from her fingers from her late night reading. Nami was asleep at her desk, arms crossed underneath her face as she laid on top of her latest map. A great feeling of peace washed over you even more than the impending dawn. You had only been a part of the crew for a short time, you became close to your shipmates rather quickly. Friends weren't something that came to you easily and family was a complicated concept to you. But seeing the dreaming faces of your fellow nakama warmed your heart. You quietly left your bed and walked to Robin's side, softly plucking the dangling glasses from her fingertips and setting them on top of the book she was reading. Grabbing the soft throw blanket at the foot of your bed, you gently lay it across Nami's shoulders. You can't imagine sleeping like that was comfortable, but you didn't dare wake her.

Making your way to the vanity, you stare back to your own puffy eyes and messy, tangled hair. Hey, good lookin' , you quipped to yourself. You always had a sleepless, unkempt look about your appearance no matter how much rest you got. You grabbed the worn, baggie hoodie you brought from your home and pulled it over your head, brushing your voluminous waves to one shoulder. You noted the special feeling of being wrapped in something soft to cut the chill of the morning ocean air. Carefully opening the cabin door, you intended to make your way to the washroom. Suddenly, a tall, slender figure appeared from the corner of your eye.

He stood on the stairs, leaning against the wall to light his first cigarette of the day. Radiant blonde hair fell in his face as he lifted his head to take a drag and exhale slowly, opening his brilliant blue eyes. Those same eyes slowly met yours, followed by a head tilt and a soft smile.

"Well, good morning, beautiful. Didn't expect to see you awake this early." Sanji spoke coyly with a dash of pleasant surprise.

Despite what your heart was telling you, you scoffed and rolled your eyes at the compliment. You gesture at your haphazard appearance, "In all my glory".

Sanji chuckled, which made you return a sleepy smile back. "Whatever you say, sunshine. Join me in the kitchen, will ya? I'll make us some coffee."

"Sounds great, be there in a sec." You turned and waved as you made your way to the washroom, slightly holding your breath. As soon as you close the door, you let out a long sigh.

You figured you'd run into him at some point this morning. As the ship's cook, he was often the first crew member awake. He loved his crew just as much as he loved his craft, so he rose early to prep ingredients for the day, check inventory (especially if Luffy was seeming extra devious around the meat stores), and began breakfast for the Strawhats.

You put your face in your hands and squeezed it hard enough for stars to dance around your vision before looking at your beet red complexion in the mirror. Sanji was a chronic flirt with literally every woman with a pulse and two tits. But something about him made your heart flutter and your brain turn to mush. And that feeling made you nauseous. After all, nakama was the name of the game in piracy. And though he drove you crazy (in more ways than one), he was your friend and family above all else. You would much rather be eaten by a Sea King than damage the very precious bond you had with your crew. Cold water slapped your face, hoping to wash away the residual sleepiness and school-girlish infatuation from your eyes. Pull it together, Y/N . Taking one last deep breath, you exit the room and make your way to the kitchen.

"Hey, Y/N!" Sanji turned towards you as he poured hot water from a kettle. The smell of coffee wafted towards you and you feel your senses come back to life. You take a deep inhale as the warm, caramel aroma fills your lungs. "Give it a few minutes to brew, then I'll pour you a cup."

"Thanks, Sanji", you reply with a smile. "Need any help with breakfast?"

His head turned to you again, eyes a little brighter. You were one of the few crew members he allowed in the kitchen while he worked and the only one he let help him. You never tried to steal food out from under him or pestered him about how hungry you were. You were typically silent, helping clean dishes as they were dirtied or minding the pot while Sanji attended to something else for the meal. You occasionally asked about his cooking techniques, watching with wonder as he effortlessly deglazed a pan or fileted a fish. You'd listen to him talk about the dishes he made, how important it was to care for every ingredient no matter how small. Sometimes, he'd share a story about his time growing up on the Baratie , fondly reminiscing about his teachings from Chef Zeff.

"Why don't you do the honor of choosing today's meal? I'll cook whatever your sweet heart desires.", he said with a boyish smile that made your heart sing. Though, that was a tough choice. Sanji took care in preparing meals that were balanced, filling, and delicious, perfect for a life at sea with some of the hungriest pirates you'd ever met. One dish in particular stood out in your mind. He made it a short time ago, but the delicious and comforting taste stayed in your mind, beckoning your thoughts back to your childhood. You thumbed through one of his cookbooks until you finally found what you were looking for. 

"This one,” you finally said. It was a humble dish with not a lot of substance, made on a whim as a snack for the female members of the crew. Not something that would keep the crew filled for very long. "I know it's not much, but I haven't stopped thinking about it since you made it. It reminds me of home, I guess."

A small smile curled on the edges of Sanji's lips, eyes softening again when you finally look back at him. You feel a flush beneath your skin. "As you wish! I'm glad know it was well received," he said, proudly. You couldn't help but notice the slight tinge of pink on his own cheeks. You gave him a very high compliment, after all.

"I'm sure Luffy will give you a hard time looking for his next meal." you stammer, slightly embarrassed, wishing you could take the suggestion back.

"I'll prep some extra meat, don't worry. I can't pass up a special request from a very special lady, you know!", his heart-eyes practically popping out of his sockets. Your heart beamed, but you quickly tried to swallow the feeling building within your chest. You were special to him, but not that special. Not in the way you truly wanted to feel. There was no point in getting your hopes up for that.

You turned your attention to the piping hot carafe of coffee and decided to make the first move, pouring Sanji a cup of coffee first, followed by yourself. You smirk and raise your cup in half-hearted cheers as he nodded in return. "You should grab a seat and keep me company. I don't want you slinking off and acting all mysterious and distant" he said, eyeing you knowingly, somehow reading that you wanted to take your coffee to go.

" Mysterious , you say?" You played along. You admit that you were sometimes rather closed off, but the crew noted recently that you had been dropping your walls little by little. And you tended to be rather cheeky with the cook, using playful banter to deflect your own feelings towards him while keeping the air light.

"Yeah, you tend to brood," he said. "You kind of look like this. " The tall man somehow managed to make himself look small, squinting his eyes and holding his coffee cup with both hands and staring out at the sea. He let out a wistful, elongated sigh and placed one of his hands under his chin. After a moment, he perked back up and shot you a wide smile, chuckling at himself. "Did I get that right?"

You couldn't help but laugh. It was pretty spot on. "You're an ass, you know that?" You felt the insecurity in your body fade as you gave in to the joy of the here and now. This was your relationship with Sanji, friendly teasing and companionship, admiration and respect. Despite your desire to hide your romantic feelings towards him, there was no denying the fact that you had a certain chemistry together.

You found an unused surface of the counter and hoisted yourself up to sit. Sipping your coffee, you watched a master of his craft work his magic in the kitchen. Though Sanji never used a weapon in a fight, you were always impressed with how he handled a knife. He made quick work of the vegetables he retrieved from the pantry and set his mise en place in an orderly fashion. Every movement was intentional and effortless, like a well-oiled machine. No, more like a dancer artfully displaying great skill motivated by passion. Between the Sanji's movements and the relaxing sound of the knife hitting the cutting board, you became entranced by the man before you. Your eyes trailed the many details you admired about him. The strands of wispy golden hair that fell in front of his eyes, the cigarette dangling from his lips, the veins that protruded from his strong hands, the powerful stance of his muscular body...

"Getting hungry over there?" Sanji's gravelly voice snapped you back into reality. You forced your eyes to connect with his, hoping to all the gods that he didn't catch you staring. Judging by the flirtatious tone in his voice and the devilish smirk he gave you, there was no god that could save you. Shit. Your ears rang with the sound of blood rushing to your face. Was there any way out of this?

"I am!", you squeaked. "I'm always excited for your cooking, I was just admiring your technique. I can barely chop an onion without bursting into tears, haha!" An uncharacteristic chuckle rattled from your throat. You weren't doing yourself any favors, you were way too flustered. 

Sanji raised a curly eyebrow at you, not buying your half-assed excuse for a moment. But alas, he decided to humor you. After all, when a woman lies, a real man forgives her. You were just too cute fidgeting on the counter, trying to hide your flushed cheeks from view. It was endearing to see the vulnerable parts of you that you rarely let show. Behind the quiet, sarcastic exterior you tried to front, you were secretly soft, gentle, and oh so obviously infatuated with him. He may have been girl crazy, but you made it very easy to figure it out. Guess it took one to know one. 

“Whatever you say, sweetheart,” he cooed to you. The term of endearment made your face feel like it was on fire. Maybe you could make up a new excuse to leave? Maybe you left the stove on? Wait, shit, that makes no sense. You’re literally in the kitchen right now! Think, think, thi-

A soft hand touched your clenched fist. The sensation was tender and warm. Its thumb lightly rubbed the top of your hand, coaxing you to relax. You looked up towards the hand’s owner to see Sanji, watching you with gentle eyes. “You know, if you have something you want to say, you should probably breathe first.” 

You swallowed hard, hoping to dislodge your pounding heart from your throat. It was then that you realized you really had stopped breathing, taking in a sharp, cold breath of air that settled your body again. Sanji chuckled, relieved to see that his teasing actually helped. His radiant smile was adorned by the rosy apples of his cheeks, a sight that threatened to melt your heart all over again. You knew in your mind that he must have found you out at this point and the growing surge of courage in your chest beckoned you to finally break your silence. “I guess there has been something on my mind, something I’ve been meaning to talk to you about...” 

Before you could get lost in your thoughts again, Sanji lifted your hand from your lap. Your eyes widened as he raised it towards his face to plant a small, delicate kiss across your knuckles. The warmth of his lips made the tentative butterflies in your stomach burst into a swarm, flitting through your every extremity by the gentlemanly gesture. As he placed your hand back on your lap, you needed to remind yourself to breathe once again. 

Sanji returned to the pan on the stove to stir, the familiar sound of sizzling vegetables returned you back to the present moment. A flash of orange caught the corner of your eye as you looked out the window. The sun finally peaked its head from beneath the horizon to meet the new day. Feeling Sanji’s gaze on you, you turned back to him. The pools of his blue eyes looked at you with breathless affection, watching you as the sunrise bathed your face with a warm, golden light. 

“Beautiful, isn’t it?,” he spoke with a voice like honey, his attention not breaking from yours. You nodded slowly, still processing the surge of emotions swirling in your mind. He raised the remains of his cigarette to the lips as your eyes trailed behind, taking one last slow drag before ashing it in its tray. A final puff of smoke escaped the smile that curled on his princely face. “We still have plenty of time before the crew wakes, if you want to share what’s troubling that pretty head of yours.”

Courage blossomed in your chest once more. There was no reason to be scared, not when you had someone like Sanji in your life. Not when you were surrounded by unconditional love on all sides. You took a deep breath in and exhaled the nerves from your body. You readied your words and spoke, letting this new day begin. 

[ikaishere]

If you're doing prompts at the moment, may I request some Warriors and Wind fluff? Maybe Warriors comforting Wind after a nightmare?

I'm obsessed with their brotherly dynamic and honestly love them so much.

anon you made me so obsessed with it you are not only getting art, but a short drabble to go with it too!! i want to very dearly thank @arecaceae175 once again for proofreading it for me, giving me feedback, and helping with some language difficulties!! ****

*** The last thing Wind remembered was falling asleep on the grass, the air annoyingly humid, in a way that makes your skin feel uncomfortable and causes your hair to tangle. He laid down in between Sky and Time, with the eldest on his right, and the Skyloftian on his left. Surprisingly nothing interrupted him while giving in to his tiredness and allowing rest - not the chirping of birds, not the unusually hot temperature at such late hours, not the sound of Warriors cracking his knuckles as he sat on watch. He liked those nights. Despite the conditions not being perfect, he could fall asleep, safe and sound, surrounded by people he could, and would, trust with his life. The next thing Wind noticed, was his trembling body, and the lack of air in his lungs. It felt too heavy to breathe it in, and he found himself gasping for it. His hands were shaking, and his chest felt tight. He hated those nights, he decided now. He would much rather feel the unease since the beginning, not let himself fall for the false sense of security, of maybe having finally run away from the nightmares hunting him each night. Those nights made him feel weaker than ever. They made him want to scream at the top of his lungs, run until his legs couldn’t go longer anymore. Made him want to fall asleep and wake up as if nothing ever happened, spending his day trying to get rid of the fear and anxiety, keeping up his best act. They made him want to hide just how vulnerable he could be at times, because they all already saw him as such. Someone young, inexperienced, incapable. “Sailor.” A soft voice broke him out of his thoughts, and his head whipped to the side. He felt a hand rubbing his back, and he tensed up at the sensation. “Bad dream, huh?” Wind only nodded, turning his face away once again. Tears were running down his face, unnoticed, probably ever since he woke up. He woke up, with their Captain on the night watch, in tears and shambles. What a truly, perfect, night. “Want to talk about it?” Warriors still tried, but he got a quick response - frantic shaking of Wind’s head as if the vision of having to talk about something he did not even remember scared him more than Ganon himself. “Alright. It’s… It’s alright.” he whispered, trying to do the best job he could at comforting. The silence was only ever interrupted by Wind’s sobbing or Warriors’ silent hummus. In their slow and quiet moment, they managed to shift their position - the sailor sitting in their Captain's lap, being firmly held by him. “Let it out, Wind. Go on, kid, you’re brave. You are with us, safe here. Always. Promise.” they continued. “I love you, sailor” he mumbled finally, voice only barely audible. Such important, fragile words. Wind heard them from his sister a lot, even from Tetra once! He heard it from his grandma, he heard Time and Malon share those three words. He heard Sky talk about his love for Sun, and Ravio talk about his love for Legend (silent, through the doors of his, or well, their, bedroom. Wind eavesdropped that once on accident. but that was a story for another day.). Yet he never expected to hear it from Warriors. It felt warm, it felt like home. It felt as if Captain’s hands around his body were rays of the sun itself hugging it, welcoming him in its arms. It felt like early mornings and birds’ songs. Like the light of the stars on a night sky and like a lullaby you heard as a child. It felt familiar, yet so strange. Felt like family in a way that was hard to understand. “I love you too.” And most importantly, it felt like belonging.

[pinievsev]

It's hereeee!

Rise & Shine

(part one!)

[part 1/part 2]

Seungmin X GN!reader

Coffee shop au

Fluff!☁️

As always, requests are open and masterlist is pinned! This turned out longer than expected but I got sleepy after one point so it got a bit bad!

Tags: { @laskyy }

Seungmin rushed out of his apartment building as soon as he grabbed his bag, he woke up late and hadn't had time to eat or drink anything as he was supposed to be helping jeongin learn a choreography he was struggling with.

He quickly turned a corner, stopping in his tracks as he saw a shop he had never seen before, a bright, yellow sun decoration the the glass of the small building and the sign flashing beautiful colours of orange and yellow. It read "rise & shine".

Seungmin debated wether or not he had time and decided to check it out. He was already late anyway, he'd apologize to jeongin later. He pushed the glass door open the light jingling of the bell hang on it alerting you. You stood up from your spot kneeling behind the counter arranging some cakes on the display case.

The second he saw you his eyes shone and all the sleepiness faded away, he walked towards the counter looking up at the menu behind you. You stood there, patiently waiting for him to decide what to get. In the meantime you studied his features. Not in a weird way!

You noticed the way he frowned his eyebrows when he struggled to read something on the board, the way he held his bag behind him with one hand and the way he smiled wide when he found something he liked.

Finally he looked back at you with the cutest smile you've ever seen. "Could I get aaa- Chai latte?" He questioned as if you'd refuse. You nodded "of course! You can take a sit while I get that ready for you, what's your name? For- for the drink I mean" you pointed at the high chairs Infront of the counter near by. "my name's seungmin! Oh and uh- would you maybe be quick? I'm already really late" you nodded and quickly turned to get started on his drink.

You finished up as quickly as you could, leaning over the counter to call him over from where he had sat down. As soon as he heard you call his name he looked up like a deer in headlights making you chuckle to yourself. You didn't know what it was, but just something about him made your heart do backflips, even though you had only exchanged a few words.

He sped walked up to the counter, placing exactly the amount of money he needed to Infront of you and some extra in the empty tip jar, 'he probably checked the price on the menu' you thought. You nodded and he grabbed his drink thanking you and turning to leave. Just as he was about to exit he heard you call out to him "Have a nice day, seungmin!"

He turned around quickly but you had already disappeared behind the display case, continuing from where you had left off arranging the cakes.

Over the next couple of weeks seungmin visited the shop constantly early in the morning so he wouldn't be late to wherever he had to be.

Today, was one of those normal days, or so you thought. little did you know, seungmin had started falling for you just like you had started falling for him, he had even told the group and Han insisted on going with him once, claiming that he (seungmin) wouldn't make a move without his help.

You looked up at the all too familiar sound of the bells, the light inside the store was dim as you had opened a little late and didn't have time to set up yet seungmin and his friend walked over to the counter, he gave you his cute little smile and your heart melted "Rise and shine~" you said like you had stared to do every day, it started off as a pun due to the name of the shop and since it was early.

"the usual?" You asked already knowing the answer he nodded and just as you were about to turn around you heard the voice of his friend "uhm- excuse me?" You swiftly turned back "right! Sorry! What can I get for you uh-?" "Han, Han jisung, and I'll have a hot chocolate!" You nodded and turned to get started on the order as seungmin led Han to his usual sit.

This is how it usually was, you'd only exchange a few words and you'd make his drink as he sat in his spot on the counter, wishing him a good day as he left the shop, the silence drove Han insane, how could seungmin even TRY to ask you out when he only knew your name, and that from the name tag pinned on your apron.

"dude. Seriously you should go talk to her" seungmin glared at him "I can't. It's been like this for weeks! What If she's just not interested and is nice to everyone?!" The two silently argued as you finished up their cups. "Seungmin, Han!" You called quietly placing their orders on the counter "on the house" you announced, out of nowhere.

"whoa! I should come round here more often then" Han joked, getting on seungmin's last nerve. "Sure. Whatever ya say" you joked crossing your arms. Han grabbed his chocolate and slowly walked backwards nudging a nervous looking seungmin. "everything okay?" You questioned "yup! Everything is fine! I just uh, I had a question" you leaned on the counter to show you were listening prompting your chin on your palms as your elbows rested on the counter.

"right, uh. So would you, maybe go on a date with me?" His voice sounded almost broken, like a child admitting to breaking it's mum's favourite vase.

"oh, seungmin I'd love that but-" his face immediately dropped making your heart shatter "I don't have much free time, work and college at once isn't that easy" you said your eyes basically screaming apologies his way "well if that's the case. I'll come by tomorrow as early as possible, take the day off and hang around here. We'll consider that a date, and since summer is near we'll go on a proper one then?" The hope in his voice made butterflies appear in your stomach and you were basically looking at him with heart eyes "yeah, yeah sure, if that's okay we can do that!" You spoke excitedly yet softly.

The next day. He did as promised, Han would cover for him and he would spend the day at the shop with you. And so he did, making conversation and getting to know eachother as you worked. He stayed until you closed. The lights dimmed and the store deserted apart from the two of you "thanks for today, Minnie!"

He blushed at the nickname and thanked no one on particular for the fact that it was dark and you couldn't see "it was really fun, and not as stressful with you around!" You admitted as you took off your apron and and stretched, yawning. "Of course! I mean, it was really fun!" He agreed, unsure of what to say. You decided to be bold and hugged the boy, pulling away when he didn't return the favour only for him to pull you back in for another hug.

"but I'm tired" he added to his previous statement "you tell me about it" you chuckled pulling away and plopping down on one of the couches in the corner. Seungmin following suit falling down next to you, he placed an arm around your shoulders pulling you closer, he yawned and rested his head on yours his eyes fluttering shut "Seungmin, you need to go home!" You chuckled and he made a 'no' sound (help idk how to explain it) like a toddler refusing to eat it's food.

"let me lock up, at least?" You decided not to argue. You'd be stupid to do so. He agreed letting you go and you quickly locked up from the inside, returning to your seat and he took his previous position. Quickly falling asleep. You close behind. Your arms wrapped around eachother.

[griffin-girl-r]

The legacy

Created: 23.05.2023

Finished: 23.05.2023

Edited: 14.05.2023

Age: 2

Word count: 2,153

Warnings: Gun, Blood, Death, Cussing

Request: Yes (Tumblr user)

AU: Mafia

Summary: Natasha discovers that a traitor is hiding inside her organization.

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The early morning sun started shining through the curtains of the office of the world's most influential mafia leader.

Natasha Romanoff sat at her desk in silence, hidden in the shadows of the morning light.

Unexpectedly, the most influential and feared person in this world was a woman, much to the dismay of her rivals who were all men.

She was a living legend in the criminal underworld.

Her ruthless tactics and cunning intelligence made her unstoppable.

Natasha had grown up on the streets and slowly built her own empire out of the dust, even if this empire was mostly built on illegal things.

Natasha is cold, calculated, and fearless.

No one dared to cross her word as they knew that would be the end for them.

But unlike anything you would have expected from the most badass woman in the universe, Natasha was also a very respected and loved woman who cared for her friends and allies, and let's not forget about Natasha's secret soft side, her baby daughter, Y/N. Natasha's greatest accomplishment.

A small smile appeared on Natasha's face as the thought of her daughter made its way to the front of her mind.

That little 2-year-old was the only thing that was bounding the leader to her human side.

Y/N, the spitting image of her mother, was the most adorable toddler anyone could ever meet. She was very active, and curious and already had her own personality, making Natasha fall even deeper in love with her offspring.

Y/N was going to be a great leader one day after Natasha was no more. She is the rightful heir and Natasha already knows that her organization will be in very good hands with Y/N as the leader.

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The door of the office was slowly pushed open, catching Natasha's attention she slightly tensed, confused about who could be disturbing her so early in the morning.

Natasha's shoulders slowly fell back down in relaxation as a wide smile formed on her face.

Clint Barton, her best friend, confidant, and adoptive brother, stepped inside the room carrying his niece in his arms and apologetically looked at his friend.

"Sorry to bother you, Tasha." Clint quietly apologized "I know the rules but this little one started crying when she realized you weren't in bed next to her and I heard her from my room so here she is." He finished, pointing his head towards Y/N

"It's okay, Clint. Don't worry about it." Natasha nodded, standing up from her chair and walking over to him "Now, why is my little princess awake so early?" She cooed, taking you into her arms

"Mama!" You cried, hiding your face in her chest and tightly clinging to her shirt

"I'm here, baby." Natasha rubbed your back "You're safe."

All it took was a few reassuring words from your mother and just as that, you were sound asleep in her arms, your head resting on her shoulder and your face hidden in her neck.

Your soft, warm breath had a calming effect on Natasha who was very stressed lately due to the leak of some information that, if it ended up in the wrong hands, would mean the complete destruction of the Romanoff empire once the public found out those pieces of information.

"Aren't you the sweetest thing in the whole wide world?" Natasha quietly chuckled, pressing a kiss to your temple and sitting down at her desk

"Nat?" Clint quietly and carefully called his friend to get her attention "There's something we need to talk about."

Natasha didn't like the sound of this. She knew that this private conversation could only mean one thing.

Problems.

"Go on." The woman nodded "I'm listening."

Clint gulped as he gathered enough courage to talk "We found out that there is a rat between our ranks." He declared "That's why precious information is slipping and we're losing money, and shipments."

"I know." Natasha casually answered "I already figured that out. To be the best means to always be a step ahead of your enemy. I know who is that rat and I'll very soon get rid of it."

Clint nodded but made no effort to hide the shock at the fact that his friend already knew who the intruder was.

"I'm going to leave Y/N with Wanda and while I do that, I need you to gather everyone at the operational center for an emergency meeting.'' She ordered

"Yes, boss." Clint rushed out of the room to complete his orders

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Two hours later, the meeting room was filled with people who were loudly asking one another about all the possible reasons why they were summoned there today.

Silence fell over the room when the door swung open and everyone recognized their fierce leader.

Natasha took her place at the head of the long, mahogany table.

Every person who was present in the room knew they were extremely lucky to be in Natasha's presence. She offered a second chance to the majority of them and they were forever in debt to her for saving them from the streets.

"What is this all about, Natasha?" A voice broke the silence

Antonia, one of Natasha's most trusted people asked.

Natasha smirked as she leaned forward, resting her elbows on the table.

"I hoped you would be the one to ask that." The redheaded leader coldly stated before shifting her attention to the entire room and loudly addressing everyone "My trust has been betrayed." She declared "We have a rat in our organization that has been giving away very important and secret information that could lead to our end."

Various gasps and quiet murmurs were heard from all across the room as panic was quickly filling the room.

"Silence!" Natasha shouted and every sound chased immediately

"But who would dare do such a thing?" Steve, one of Natasha's partners dared to ask

Natasha stood up from her place and started pacing around the room as all the eyes were on her.

"An ungrateful piece of shit that bit the hand who fed her." The boss answered

The men in the room relaxed. At least they knew the traitor was a woman.

Now the question is, which woman?

Was it Pepper, that was managing Natasha's contracts and a close friend of hers?

Was it Maria, Natasha's childhood friend, who was in charge of Natasha's security?

Was it Antonia, the girl Natasha rescued a long time ago, who was in charge of the shipments?

Or maybe it was Wanda, that, for whatever reason, she wasn't able to attend today's meeting as always.

The feared leader, known as the Black Widow for her capacity to trick her victims before killing them, turned her attention back on Antonia and slowly started walking in her direction.

"When I rescued you, you were the slave of your own father." Natasha pointed towards the younger girl "You were tortured on a daily basis and he only wanted you to grow into the best assassin that could solve his unfinished businesses. I took you in, raised you, offered you a place in my organization, and swore to take revenge on your father for what he did to you and countless other girls." Anger was more and more evident in her voice "And I did! I killed Dreykov and I put an end to his organization. I put an end once and for all to the Red Room! I did it all just so you could stab me in my back years later, bitch."

Natasha was furious.

She was usually a calm and calculated woman and seeing her bursting with range was such a rare sight. So rare that it send chills running down everyone's back at the angered tone of her voice.

"You know I don't agree with your ideals, Natasha." Antonia said defyingly

"If you didn't agree you should have left the organization, not going around, sneaking information to H.Y.D.R.A." The leader shouted but quickly regained her calm composure "You have become a liability to this organization." She said firmly "Your actions have put us all in danger."

Natasha's cold voice was scary but Antonia didn't back down from this fight as any rational person would do.

"You think you're so tough, Natasha." Antonia sneered "But you forget, that there are plenty of people out there who would love to take you and your little daughter down."

More gasps were heard from the people who were intently watching their argument.

Natasha's best-kept secret had been revealed in front of everyone.

"Daughter?" Said one of the voices

"You have a daughter?" Asked another one "Why haven't you told us?"

Something in Natasha snapped at the mention of Y/N.

She quickly walked closer to the table, her eyes ablaze with fury.

"You will never threaten my daughter!" Natasha growled "And no one will ever take me down. I built this empire with my own hands and I won't allow anyone to snatch it away from me."

With a swift movement, Natasha pulled out her gun and aimed it at Antonia.

The other lieutenants in the room looked on in shock as Natasha stood her ground, her finger hovering over the trigger.

Protests started erupting, filling the room with the speed of light.

"Natasha, stop." Clint held his arm up towards her "There's no need for something like this."

"I think Clint's right, Natasha." Steve rushed to back Clint up "Killing Antonia isn't going to change anything."

"Go ahead, Natasha." Antonia challenged the woman, her voice was cold "You'll be no better than the rest of us and it won't stop them from coming after the heir of this so-called empire of yours. They know where you keep her hidden."

"Beside Clint and Maria, no one knows where I keep my baby hidden." Natasha held the gun tighter in her hand "You want me to believe that you know where she is?"

"I followed you, Natasha." Antonia smirked "They'll get rid of her then of you."

For a moment, Natasha hesitated.

But then she thought of her daughter, and her resolve hardened.

She pulled the trigger, and Antonia fell to the ground, dead. A bullet hole in her head.

Natasha had perfectly aimed the shot. As always, she never misses a shot.

Loud protests began again to be heard but they were soon silenced by Natasha's death stare.

"Anyone else who thinks they can cross me, can meet the same fate." She said, her voice icy "This is my organization and I won't tolerate any threats to my daughter or my power."

And with that, Natasha stormed out of the room, leaving the others with many questions in their minds and also the remainder of why she is called the Black Widow.

Fierce, protective, and lethal.

Those were the three words that were describing her the best.

"How can this woman be a mother?" Tony opened his mouth after a long silence, where everybody just stared at the dead body at their feet "I bet her kid's fucking scared of her."

"Shut up, asshole!" Maria Hill shouted, quickly pointing her knife at Tony's throat "Don't open your filthy mouth and talk shit if you don't know the truth. No one speaks badly about either Y/N or Natasha."

Tony gulped and shut his mouth closed.

-

Back at Natasha's secret villa, the redheaded leader was slowly rocking her daughter, who was asleep in her arms, from side to side, as she looked outside the window at the rain that started to pour outside and thought about today's events.

Luckily for Natasha, she didn't get time to think too much about it because her daughter stirred awake and looked up at her, a sleepy smile appearing on the innocent child's face, and all of a sudden, the loud voices in Natasha's head were silenced.

Natasha smiled as she kissed Y/N's forehead and hugged her daughter closer to her chest, finding so much comfort in the warmth that the little body was emanating.

"I love you so much, baby girl." Natasha whispered in her daughter's soft, baby hair "I'm going to forever protect you. You'll be always safe with me."

"Baby love Mama lots and lots." Y/N replied in her sleepy voice, much to Natasha's surprise who thought that her child was back asleep

At that moment, even for just a brief moment, with Y/N so close to her heart, Natasha could almost forget that she was leading a mafia group.

Now Natasha needs to put an end to the rival organization named H.Y.D.R.A. with her own hands.

She was a badass woman, feared by all, but she was also a mother who loved her daughter more than anything and she will do everything she has to to ensure her daughter's protection and maintain her position of power.

The Black Widow legacy was far from being over.

[wanderlustqueen-writes]

DRAW (AND DRABBLE) THIS IN YOUR STYLE!!! Original post here.

I hope I’m not too late for the party!

Congratulations @giuliadrawsstuff ​ on reaching those milestones, and thank you for gifting our fandom with your presence and your beautiful works  💜 _________________________________________

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Wordcount: 1k

The setting autumn sun cast its light over the heavy clouds, tinting the twisted branches and leafy ground in different shades of pink and orange. Robins and sparrows sang lazily into the day-end, as an early owl started its hooting, creating a transitional orchestra that tingled their ears as the cold breeze kissed their bare arms, carrying the earthy omen of rain. Levi stopped in his tracks, head up and eyes closed, and drew in a deep breath.

“We’re lost, aren’t we?” he exhaled, defeated.

“Uh? Of course not! I know exactly where we’re going.” Hange replied, still moving forward.

“You don’t” he defied, feet planted on the same spot. “We’re walking in circles.”

Hange stopped this time, looking back, one eyebrow shooting up in challenge.

“It’s the third time we’ve walked past that rock that looks like Mr. Shadis’ goatee.” He pointed at the mineral cone that reminded him of their college professor. When Levi signed up for the Introduction to Philosophy class, he had no expectations other than getting some much-needed elective credit. It wasn’t in his plans to make new acquaintances, let alone any friends, yet, here he was, hiking with the cuckoo geology major he had gotten to know over several Thursday nights at the university.

“Shit!” Hange cursed, eyebrows frowning as they examined the rock, the serious expression suddenly giving way to a wonderful titter “It does look like his goatee!”

Levi sighed, though, in all honesty, the thing he liked most about Hange was their easy laugh. Paired with their insatiable curiosity and kind heart. Their gorgeous brown eyes, which made any of those precious gems of theirs fade in comparison, weren’t bad either…

Levi cleared his throat. “We should just go back, It’ll be dark soon. You can get your soil samples or whatever another day.”

“Yeah, cool.” Hange replied, absent-mindedly, eyes gazing at a small clearing a few meters away from the goatee rock “But can we eat first?”

“I wouldn’t do that. Looks like it’s gonna rain”, he explained, pointing at the sky, but Hange was already moving to the chosen spot, setting the backpack they usually took to classes on the ground. He followed them, without energy or interest in arguing, after all, it was an opportunity to spend more time with his alluring colleague.

He started working the zipper to get his water bottle and the two granola bars he’d prepared for the short exploration, but stopped as he watched his companion setting their meal. First, Hange stretched a large, flowery tablecloth over the dry grass. Weird. Ok. Then, they started to take an endless parade of tupperwares from inside the bag.

“How the hell did you fit it all in this thing??” Levi asked, flabbergasted after the ninth container emerged from beneath the fabric.

Hange winked “It’s bigger on the inside.

”He couldn’t contain the amused puff that followed their reply. Levi had started watching Doctor Who after he learned the geologist was a fan of the show. It was a good move, as it allowed them to talk about something other than their college disciplines, which kicked off their friendship. Still, almost three months later and Hange had yet to make their move. Maybe the interest was one-sided, after all.

They sat side by side, so close that Levi could pick up on a citric aroma emanating from their shiny, yet messy hair. He was used to the oily smell of their brown locks, but the sudden change was pleasant. It was weird though, for Hange to wash their hair right before a hike.

Their purple sleeveless sweatshirt rubbed against his arms as Hange opened the containers, arranging the food over the ornated fabric in an aesthetically pleasing pattern. Generous bunches of purple and green seedless grapes. Tiny triangular sandwiches, filled with white cheese and leafy vegetables. Chocolate-covered cream cookies. Cakes. Toasts. Pastries Levi whose names didn’t even know. Steam emerged from the Thermos the second Hange removed the lid, the smell of orange and mint slowly being transported to his nostrils. Levi had been meaning to try that blend. He even mentioned it-

Suddenly, it dawned on him.

“Is this-” he started slow, hesitating as the terrifying thought he might be jumping to conclusions set off loud warning sirens in his head.

“What?” Hange asked casually, still focused on organizing their very romantic-looking meal.

They looked up slowly when Levi didn’t respond. The gorgeous brown gems scanned Levi so intently that it made a shiver run down his spine. He gulped.

Hange sat on their knees, shifting their body to face Levi. He’d never seen them so serious before.

“What?” they repeated.

“Is this a date?” Levi blurted out, inhaling sharply right after.

Calloused hands slid up his cheeks, as Hange brought their faces closer. Levi could feel his skin growing warmer under their fingers, and it wasn’t because of the shared body heat. “If I told you it wasn’t, would you be relieved?” they asked, eyes gazing sweetly into his, a semblance of vulnerability in them.

Levi let his palms fall to Hange’s forearms, caressing the soft skin and making the hairs in there shoot up “I would be disappointed.”

The radiant smile that they offered in response made Levi’s stomach flutter and his heart pound fast against his ribcage. He was hooked, and he didn’t mind it at all.

Levi’s hands moved from Hange’s arms to their waist, pulling them in for the kiss he’d been yearning for so long. He reveled in the feeling of their soft lips against his own, the wet warmness of their tongue asking for access, and the muffled moan they let out once it was granted. Hange’s hand moved to the back of his neck, seeking leverage to deepen the kiss, the other holding Levi in a tight embrace. He could stay in their arms forever.

Soon he felt a cold spot on his arm. Then on his face. On his neck.

“It’s raining!” Hange pointed out, moving to disentangle from Levi.

He held them closer, whispering against their lips “It’s alright. We’re not made of sugar.”

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Special thanks to the lovely Val (@youre-ackermine ) for helping me come up with the idea for this drabble, and to the amazing Terra (@dont-f-with-moogles ​) who sent me an ask for the drunk drabbles challenge with the prompt “Is this a date” which was perfect for this story! 

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Seashells (Sashnetra)

Suprise fic time! This is actually part of both the Wedding Planner AU (set way in the future, so no spoilers for the main story) and the Love Letter AU (which is Jasya-centric au, this set as a prequel, of sorts) This is a very fluffy and family-centered fic, so I hope y'all enjoy!!

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Sasha woke up to the morning sun rays shining through the window of the master bedroom. She had been at the rental beach house in Malibu for the past few days, both she and her family needed some time away from their chaotic and busy lives in LA. Her arms reached the other side of the bed, expecting a warm body to snuggle over and stay in bed for a little longer. But to her dismay, the other side of the bed was empty, with the duvet barely put back in place. Sasha rolled over to see her bedside table, where her bottle of melatonin and cell phone sat from the night before.

She sat up in bed and picked up her cell phone while feeling the cold air conditioning hit her arms. Her phone showed notifications from several different brides, a few grooms, and one unhappy mother of the bride. But she scrolled over all of those messages since she knew that her assistant, Amethyst, had it all covered while she was away from her business. She clicked on the text that came in less than an hour before she woke up.

Neech: The little one wanted to collect more seashells this morning, we’ll be back later. Love u

She sent a few heart emojis in response before pressing the lock button and putting it in the drawer of the bedside table. She wasn't going to need it much today.

She walked to into the adjoining bathroom and took the pink silk robe from the hook on the wall. Sasha slipped it on and tightened the tie in front of her. She looked in the mirror and fixed her dyed ginger hair to a loose messy bun. After freshing up, she walked back to the bedroom to open the curtains. From her view from the bedroom window, she noticed that the sliver of the driveway and the road outside were still slightly wet from the small thunderstorm that came in the night before.

Sasha walked through the hallway, seeing that the door to her oldest daughter's room was slightly ajar. She knew Kerri preferred the door shut, and had a feeling that Kerri invited someone over during the night before. She also has noticed that since Kerri was a teenager, she always had the same person over during nights when they had thunderstorms in the area.

Down the stairs, she saw a familiar younger woman with blonde hair sitting at the breakfast bar in the kitchen. She was facing the other direction, writing in a notebook, and a half-full glass of orange juice next to her. She walked in from the other side of the kitchen, and greeted the woman at the counter "Good morning, Jasmine. I see that you got up early today." Out of all of Kerri's friends, Jasmine was the only one that knew that she was welcome in their home at any time. The two girls had met and became best friends shortly after Kerri was adopted when she was 13 years old and moved to a new school district.

Jasmine looked up from her notebook, shutting whatever she had been writing. Sasha had accidentally seen what was in the notebook before, only seeing what appeared to be letters, titled 'Dear Daya', before realizing that it was meant to be private. Jasmine smiled at Sasha "Hey, Sasha. Kerri said that it was okay for me to come over last night, even though I got here pretty late." Jasmine explained.

Sasha took out two coffee mugs from the cabinet and saw that the coffee machine had freshly brewed coffee ready in the pot. Her wife was always better at remembering to turn on the coffee pot in the morning, which she quickly learned to appreciate in their relationship. "It's fine, you know the door is always open for you." She said as she poured the coffee into the mugs. She turned to the other counter and set the mugs down, and continued "Was it the thunderstorm that brought you over?" she asked.

Jasmine pursed her lips and nodded. Sasha and Kerri have known Jasmine's fear of thunderstorms for years. One night during a sleepover and a storm suddenly came in, she saw the girls alone in the dark living room. Kerri had Jasmine's head in her lap, the blonde teenager crying while Kerri tried her best to soothe her. Sasha made both the girls hot chocolate that night, all of them sitting in front of the electric fire of their home. Jasmine continued talking "My cats can only do so much to calm me down at my apartment. Plus, my roommate is always out with her girlfriend anyways."

Sasha listened as she prepared the coffees to her and her wife's preferences. Lots of sweetened creamer for herself, and a small splash of milk for her wife. "And writing seems to help you out too since I've been seeing you with that notebook a lot lately."

Jasmine's eyes widened, and she was about to speak, unsure what to say in response. Luckily for her, the conversation was interrupted by the sliding door to the backyard opening, and the sound of small feet running across the floor in sandy flip-flops.

"Momma! Me and Mommy got lots of pretty shells this morning!" a preschool-aged girl with long brown hair and green eyes ran over to hug Sasha's legs, holding a small plastic bucket in her hand.

Sasha knelt down to look at her younger daughter "You did? How about we go look at them outside and you and Mommy can show me your favorites, okay Delia?" Her daughter nodded and noticed Jasmine in the room, walking over to give her a hug as well.

"She has so much energy this morning, she ran so much when we were over on the beach." Anetra walked up behind Sasha, giving her wife a good-morning kiss on the cheek, before picking up her cup of coffee from the counter. "Let's go outside and enjoy this morning together." Anetra walked in front of Sasha towards the back door, coffee still in hand.

Sasha looked at her wife as they walked outside. She was still as enamored by Anetra since that day in the fitting room, almost a decade later. Her wife's appearance had changed over the years, now a scar runs straight through her left eye, tattoos etched into her skin, and slight old stretch marks from her pregnancy with Delia. But Sasha was always reminded how beautiful her wife is, everyday.

Sasha sat on one of the lounge chairs, setting her mug on the small glass table next to her. She sat up, cross-legged as she felt Anetra sit behind her in the chair, head resting in the crock of her neck, and arms wrapped around her midsection. Anetra’s torso pressed against her back, and she felt the most at home in her wife’s arms.

She and Anetra watched as Delia dumped the shells onto the concrete of the patio, with some grains of wet sand and small pieces of seaweed still attached to the shells. Jasmine sat on the ground with her, helping her organize the shells that Delia collected that morning. She held up different shells of varying shades and shapes, showing everyone around her.

While Delia was distracted, Sasha noticed Kerri at the doorway, sneaking out of view and tip-toeing around the girls, before grabbing two clam shells and holding them over her eyes "Rawr! I'm the shell monster and I'm here to get you!" Kerri exclaimed before Delia jumped up, giggling and running away as her older sister chased her around the yard. In between giggles, she kept asking for Jasmine to protect her from the shell monster.

She and Anetra watched the girls play in the yard, and Sasha spoke quietly to her wife.

"Hey, Netra? I'm pretty proud of the family we made together."

Sasha felt Anetra's arms tighten around the small of her waist, hearing the smile in her wife’s voice.

"Me too, Sasha. me too."