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𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐣𝐚𝐡

pairing(s): elijah x reader

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warning(s): smut. vulgar language?

author’s note: psa, this is my first smut-ish piece, don’t judge too harshly, please? i honestly hope it’s ok or at least decent. also, thanks so much for all the recent reblogs & hello to all the new followers! anywho, lmk what you think of this & happy reading! ♡

In over a thousand years, he never thought this would happen to him. Not only had he met the woman of his dreams but he had wed her as well. How could he not? He’d be an absolute fool to let her go.

You and Elijah had been married for five years now and on top of that, you were now parents. No one doubted that the impeccably dressed noble original would be a wonderful father one day.

Throughout your pregnancy, you still looked absolutely stunning. Everything you complained and picked on, only made your husband love you even more. You would always be perfect in his eyes.

As your due date rolled closer, your mood shifted as expected. You were more impatient, easily irritated, and let’s not get started on the unending hunger urges. Even with all this, you still remained beautiful to him and he handled all of it with ease. The one thing that Elijah was not prepared for was your other hunger. Horny was too weak of a word to describe it.

He experienced firsthand that you matched his energy during sex. Normally you’d tire and it would end after three or four rounds but not this time. Oh no. You could easily go all night with him and you did. It was only when your pregnancy was further along that you wouldn’t be up at all hours of the night out of fear of hurting your child.

This made sense to the logical mind but not to you. If anything, you were even more insatiable in your later months. It was Elijah that had to stop on behalf of both of you otherwise he’d have caved each time.

The weeks leading up to the birth became so unbearable, Freya had to give you daily doses of her witchy concoctions. The doses became hourly when the child was mere hours away.

You gave birth with Freya and Rebekah helping you. Elijah was in the room as well, he wanted to cut the cord. For some reason, known only to him, it made him feel like he was truly a father now. In minutes he’d hold his son.

Days after giving birth, you spent it recovering so Elijah took over everything else. He was ready for it, he had prepared since he found out you were pregnant and during it all. You guys were finally parents and both of you loved every single exhausting moment of it.

You could always see your husband as a father but the image of him changing diapers and doing bath time was not what you pictured. Seeing it now so clearly made you love it even more. If you could magically birth more children, you would, just so that you could see this side of him.

Your hunger had gone away and a very large part of you actually missed it. You only wished you could feel that way when you weren’t with child. Oh the amount of fun you two would have. The things you’d do and furniture you’d wreck. Just the thought turned you on.

The newest and tiniest Mikaelson favored his father wholly. It was as though you weren’t the one that carried and birthed him.

Days turned into weeks then months. Your son had grown and gone through each stage of childhood. From crawling to standing to walking.

Little gates had started popping up all over the compound and all doors now had plastic circle covers. His siblings, brothers especially, had tripped over the gates more than once. Niklaus had often complained over his inability to open his bedroom door.

“How the bloody hell am I supposed to get in now Elijah?!” Niklaus one day yelled.

“I always knew you were a child brother but I had thought you could outsmart one. How is it that a thousand year old hybrid can’t manage a door?” Elijah said, doing his best to hide his smirk.

“Yes Nik, it’s meant to keep children out. Not too surprised it works on you.” Kol chided, grinning from ear to ear.

Rebekah heard her brothers from the end of the hallway so she walked over to see. She smiled to herself, watching her brother struggle with the door handle. Feeling pity, or petty, she strode over to him, expertly twisting the knob and opening the door.

“There there, it’s alright, one day you’ll be a big boy and can do it all by yourself.” Rebekah spoke to her brother in the way one speaks to a child.

“Hmph.” Niklaus huffed as he walked inside and slammed the door behind him.

Months had passed and now your son was 10 months old. The family had just celebrated that a couple of days ago. You insisted on celebrating every month that your child grew and everyone was more than happy to indulge you.

One day, you had a bit of a scare. The month before you had missed your period and now this month, it was late. You knew what it could mean but was silently hoping it didn’t. Digging through the bathroom cabinets, you found the stick. Without any thought at all, you tested and waited. To your dismay or relief, it wasn’t what you thought it’d be.

Elijah had noticed that days prior you seemed different. You seemed worried but you didn’t mention it to him and he knew not to ask. At least not yet. Maybe what you needed was time and when you were ready, you’d speak to him. With that in mind, he didn’t question you but kept a close eye instead.

“Eli? Are you busy?” You walked into his study that evening.

“Never for you.” Elijah smiled.

You didn’t know how to begin. Do I just blurt it out loud? You thought to yourself.

He noticed your nervousness and instantly he was on his feet. Crossing the room to where you stood, he held your hand and remained quiet. Did something happen? Is she alright? He thought to himself. Whatever it was, they would deal with it, he was sure of it.

“I’m not pregnant.” You blurted before your mind had time to stop your lips from moving.

His brows knitted. He didn’t know you were pregnant or thinking of it. “Alright. Where is this coming from?”

“I missed last month and I’m late this month so I thought to test it.” The words kept leaving your mouth faster than you preferred them to.

“Are you okay with the result?” He was trying to gauge your thoughts. He didn’t want to say something to offend you.

“Yeah. I think so.” You answered, not looking too sure of yourself.

“It would be alright if you were. I’d love nothing more than for our family to grow.” Elijah reassured you, softly running his hands up and down your arms.

“I’d love to have more kids but not yet, our son is still too young and we’ve just recently gotten the hang of parenthood.” You tried explaining to him.

You were glad to hear that he wouldn’t be upset if you would have been pregnant so soon. You had been worried for nothing, of course he would understand. You wrapped your arms around your husband, resting your head on his shoulder. He returned the affection, rubbing your back in small circles.

It had been time. You had spontaneously decided that today you would tackle the mess in your closet. You were going to put away your old clothes, including your maternity wear.

Hours into it, you couldn’t help but feel nostalgic. You had spent so much time upstairs that your husband came to check up on you. You took your time folding each article of clothing as memories from the past flashed through your mind.

Elijah now stood by the bedroom door, watching you put the clothes away. You had given up on sitting on the floor and was now on the bed with boxes of clothing next to the foot of it. You lifted one dress, a pale blue with white anchors on it and ruffles on the sleeves and bottom of the dress. He gifted you this when you first started to show, in your second trimester, around the fourth month.

He couldn’t help but miss how you looked. You were round and full. You still hadn’t noticed him yet but you felt a presence around you, upon looking up you saw him. He was leaning on the wooden door frame — arms crossed over his chest, making his biceps bulge in the white dress shirt — as he smiled at you. You returned the gesture then lifted the dress up that was in your hands.

“Is it alright if I said I miss this?” You asked him, furrowing your brows.

“What would that be exactly?” He strolled in, strategically crossing through the maze of boxes on the floor. He made his way to where you were seated and stood in front of you. His fingers gently traced the dress, stopping at certain spots.

“Pregnancy. I miss how it felt.” You sucked in your lips, turning them to one side.

“Darling I’m more than willing to change that. I must admit, I rather enjoyed how full you looked.” He emphasized on the word ‘full’.

It didn’t escape you the tonality behind his voice. You knew damn well where this was going and had absolutely no intention of stopping it.

“Oh really? What else did you enjoy?” Suddenly you let the dress slip from your fingers, letting it drop on the edge of the bed, already forgetting it. Your attention was now on him.

“I would love to tell you but it seems we have a young gentleman in our midst.” Elijah tilted his head towards the other room where your toddler was standing at the door.

Your son had woken up from his nap and now stood watching you both with a blanket in hand and thumb in his mouth. You blushed and quickly cleared your throat. My goodness, I was about to say something filthy in front of my child. You thought to yourself as Elijah walked over to his son.

When he was close enough, he lowered himself down to his level and opened his arms. The little boy lazily waddled to his father as his small chubby feet padded on the carpeted wooden floors. Elijah, patient as ever, waited for his son to reach him and watched with a wide smile.

“Daddy.” Alexander grinned widely, sleep still evident on his handsome face.

“Well if it isn’t my little prince.” Elijah hugged his son tightly — one hand wrapped around his back and the other cradled Alex’s head closely to his own — and pressed a kiss on his cheek. He stood up with him, lowering his hand from Alex’s back in order to carry him comfortably in his arm. The little boy’s blanket was hanging on the side.

Over his father’s shoulders, little Alex noticed you behind and instinctively extended his thumb sucking hand towards you. You smiled and obliged your son, getting off the bed as you made your way to them. You placed a gentle kiss on the back of his hand, making faces at him that made him giggle.

That sound was what made Elijah feel alive. The laughter from his wife and son was easily his most treasured thing. Elijah shifted Alex so that he was holding him on his left side, leaving his other open. You walked from behind him and snuggled into the empty space to his right whilst your left arm wrapped around his waist. He was comfortably sandwiched between you and baby Alex.

“Hi sweetheart. Did you have a good nap?” You asked, wiping the sleep crusts from Alex’s eyes.

He nodded. He was old enough to understand words but hadn’t begun responding. Although he was able to say a few words here and there. His uncles and aunts had started fighting over what words he should learn from the moment he uttered his parents’ names.

Kol thought he should know his name next since it was easiest. Freya figured she was the oldest and hence had to know hers.

Rebekah pointed out that she easily would be the best caretaker so she should spend more time with Alex so he can learn hers. Niklaus argued that he was the best and favorite so why not his name.

The siblings started to argue anew. Who knew that the big bad Mikaelson family would fight over a toddler?

“Will he sleep at night? He took a nap awfully late.” Elijah asked you.

“Klaus would’ve argued against waking him.” You smiled at the thought.

Earlier that day, they had been watching Alex’s favorite show and Niklaus didn’t have the heart to wake his nephew so he let him sleep. He figured he’d sleep better in his bed.

“I do like that they get along.” Elijah smiled at the thought. He loved how involved his siblings were. They would drop everything for Alex, even if they weren’t asked to.

“Well why wouldn’t they? Our boy is absolutely lovely.” You leaned forward and stepped on your tiptoes to kiss your son’s forehead. “Besides, Nik is much gentler and sweeter than he’d like to admit.”

It was true. Alexander Beau Mikaelson had stolen everyone’s heart. Handsome like his father — as his namesake — and kind-hearted like his mother. Playful like Uncle Kol, sweet as Auntie Bex, artistic as Uncle Nik, and determined like his Auntie Rey.

Judging from the orange and yellow hues, the sun had begun to set. Normally it would be time for Alex’s bedtime routine to begin but he had just woken up. Instead you figured you might as well get started on his meal as Elijah gave him a bath.

He was still far too young to eat any full meals but often you’d mash his food for him. You would put it on a plate and let him pick it up himself. Most times he finished all of it, other times he picked around. His favorite meal were fruits, all sorts.

Alex hadn’t been exposed to sugary treats yet but one morning Niklaus snuck a beignet away to give to his nephew. From that day onwards, the little boy was obsessed. It became the only thing he wanted every single moment but you restricted that to one a day.

“Oh come on! Let the boy have some. How can he possibly live in New Orleans but hasn’t tasted beignets?!” Niklaus exclaimed when he was caught by Elijah.

“Niklaus, you bought a dozen of them.” Elijah pointed out.

“Well honestly he ate the majority of it.” Niklaus smirked. As if his older brother would believe his toddler ate anything more than 2.

“Of course he did. Next you’ll tell me he bribed the pastry store and threatened to receive ‘free beignets for life or else’?” Elijah quoted the words of one of the staff.

“I don’t know what you mean.” Was all Niklaus said as he walked away with a knowing smile.

You detach yourself from Elijah’s side and head into the bedroom Alex had come from. There you searched through one of the many drawers for nighttime clothes. It was autumn and it was getting chilly outside.

You needed something warm for him to wear but all his clothes were getting smaller. It saddened you that he was getting older. Soon he’d need a brand new wardrobe which meant he wouldn’t be a child anymore. If there was a way to freeze this moment, you would.

You absentmindedly sifted through drawer after drawer, nothing appealed to you. From the corner of your eye, you noticed a baby blue footie pajama with white clouds and tiny bears sitting on them. The clothing also had a hood with bear-like ears, your heart practically squeezed at the sight.

Lifting the outfit, you were finally content with, you started placing all of the things on the bed. The footie pajama, a little beanie, socks, diapers, lotion, and a tan binky with a white marbled clip. You thought it was a bit excessive to have an extra hat and socks even though the pajama had it but he was a tiny tot. Children often had a different temperature than adults, if it was cold to you, it’d be freezing to him.

Once you were happy with your findings, you arranged them for Elijah– smiling at your work. You then left the room and headed to the kitchen. Dinner had already been made hours ago, all that was needed was to plate his food. The cupboard next to the cooker was filled with utensils and dinnerware only for him. It was there where you found a plate, cup and a spoon.

Before plating the meal, you located his high chair and pulled it to the side of the dining table. You returned to the kitchen and scooped one spoonful of rice, a ladleful of the chicken stew, and a handful of strawberries that you cut into slices and removed the stems prior to putting all of it on his sectioned plate.

By the time you had put his plate on the high chair — making sure it was suctioned on the surface along with the cup — you could hear the footsteps. Right on time you see Elijah walking in with a very cozy looking baby in his arms. You reach for your own plates on the island counter and return with them, putting one in front of your husband and the other in front of your seat.

“It smells absolutely divine in here.” He comments as he buckles his son in his seat before taking his own.

You were back in the kitchen looking for Alex’s sippy cup. Once you found it, you filled it with the juice then headed back to the dining room. Taking a seat and placing his cup on his chair, you turned to your husband, “I made his favorite. I wanted to make something else but I knew it’d be a fight to get him to eat it.”

Elijah reached for the wine in the clear bowl filled with ice and expertly opened it, pouring a glass for the both of you. His siblings were all busy for the evening, each one had plans with their significant others as well. Tonight was only for you, Elijah, and Alex.

As he handed you your glass, his hand lingered on top of yours, giving you a gentle squeeze. “Thank you darling.”

You smiled at the small gesture and soon all three of you began eating. Baby Alex ate his fruits more than his main meal which found a home on the floor, his chin, and the high chair tray. He had eaten some of it but it was obvious he had no desire to finish the rest. You knew immediately how this would end, either you took the tray away or it’d turn into a food fight soon.

Elijah decided to clear the table whilst you cleaned up your son. This is what parenthood was all about, teamwork. Everything you two did was in tandem. It was exhausting and quickly got repetitive but just one look at that little boy made it all worth it. Seeing him fed, cleaned, happy, safe, and so on is what motivated you both.

Tonight felt different to you, you didn’t know why but it just was. Your husband had finished cleaning the kitchen and dining room in record time, per usual, and so had you. Alex was now in the living room with you — sat between your legs — playing with his toys. Each time you thought he was distracted and tried to change the channel, he’d instantly look up and whine at the lack of cartoons. You, as the caring and loving mother that you were, obliged and returned it back to the animations.

“Sweetheart you’re playing with your toys, can’t I use the tv?” You asked as you looked down at him.

“Toons?” Was all he asked in return. He knew what you were asking him but he had a question of his own.

“I put it for you already.” You pointed up at the screen. “See?”

He turned around and faced you fully, leaning his head on your stomach. He gestured with his fingers ‘thank you’ in sign language. You had been teaching him that since he couldn’t speak in full sentences yet.

You tapped your chin once with your hand then extended it out in front of you as a way of saying ‘you’re welcome’. Baby Alex had been a fast learner and although you fully enjoyed his willingness to learn, you preferred it if he would talk instead. You and Elijah had started weaning him off slowly by speaking to him like a person and including him in things which gave him opportunities to speak or even ask.

Elijah walked in the room and smiled at the sight of both of you. Alex was still seated between your legs, his head laid on your abdomen as he watched his toons. Your husband made himself comfortable on the floor next to you. He gently pulled you closer and wrapped his arms around your shoulders, kissing your forehead softly. His fingers found their way to your dark brown tresses and combed through leisurely.

You have no idea how long you had been sitting down there but by the slowly rising chest of your son and his soft breaths, you knew he had fallen asleep. Elijah looked at you silently and shook his head. In mere seconds, Alex was in his father’s arms and they were now standing.

“Goodnight my sweet boy.” You too were also on your feet, placing a kiss on his cheek as you whispered, “I love you.”

Elijah carefully walked in front of you as he made his way up the stairs and navigated through the house to Alex’s room. You had followed behind but made a right turn and entered your shared bedroom. With a sigh, you strolled to your closet in search of nightwear. Soon enough you were in the massive bathroom with your clothes and fresh towel in hand.

You didn’t hear your husband enter the bedroom or call for you, the running water of the shower drowned him out. It wasn’t until you were about to undress that you saw him at the bathroom door, watching you.

“Please, go on. I’d hate to stop you.” He said in a very innocent way but the look in his eye was anything but.

“You’re watching?”

“My dear it’s nothing I haven’t already seen.” He answered right as you slowly began unbuttoning your shirt until your black lace bra was visible.

You had no problem with him watching you but you weren’t used to him doing nothing. He’d normally talk or tease you, at times he’d join in the stripping but this made you feel shy all of a sudden. He stood at the door completely silent as he unashamedly undressed you with his eyes. If he wanted a show, that’s exactly what he’d get. Something about that look in his eyes gave you newfound confidence.

You decided to maintain eye contact as you undid the button on your jeans then tugged the zipper down. It was completely unnecessary but you were going to draw this out as long as possible. Shifting from one hip to the next, the pair of pants slowly lowered and once they reached your knees, you thought of kicking them off but that didn’t seem sexy. So instead you opted to bend down — showing off that beautiful arch of your back — and pulled each pant leg out one at a time.

You raised yourself up slowly and peeked over at your husband. His eyes were glued to your movements, they followed you around hungrily but quietly. To be sure that you had his full attention, your fingers lightly grazed over your underwear and instantly his eyes flickered there. Good. You had him where you wanted him. Reaching back, your fingers knew their job and unclasped your bra with no issue. You didn’t bother to make this attractive, instead you just let the piece of lingerie drop on the white tilted bathroom floor. Your fingers were just as quick to remove the underwear before your husband could because you knew it’d end up torn instead.

So there you stood before him, fully naked. Your body was not that of a model’s, not even close, but you loved it either way. Your boobs were large enough to fit perfectly in his palms which he enjoyed far too much. They were not perky, no gravity made sure they hung but that’s quite alright, it didn’t bother you. On the other hand, you were fully blessed with your hourglass figure, medium sized hips but a huge ass — huge enough for both his hands. You had some fat on your sides and light stretch marks on your lower abdomen and thighs. You were absolutely glorious in his eyes, he’d never dare change a thing about your body.

He still hadn’t said a word or even made a move so you did the one thing you knew would arouse him. You cupped one breast in your hands and flicked the nipple, gently massaged it in circles then repeated the action. From the corner of your eye you saw the way his jaw twitched and throat rose and dropped as he swallowed. There was a bench behind you, you were aware of this and decided to go even further. You sat down, spread your legs apart and placed your left palm down for support. Using your right hand, you lifted that same breast to your lips but just before you could get any closer, he was instantly in front of you.

Of course he’d never allow you to actually touch yourself in his presence, not unless he gave you the permission to. His hand quickly replaced yours and you put your hand on the bench, looking up at him expectantly. He weighed the flesh in his palm by moving his hand up and down, gazing down at it. He looked over at you for confirmation and you nodded. Wasting no time, his lips wrapped themselves around the nipple and right on cue, you let out a soft sigh. He licked around the nipple, sucking slowly at first — hollowing his cheeks as he took in as much of your breast in his mouth as he could — then sped up. His other hand must’ve felt lonely because he reached for the other boob and massaged it.

His eyes were closed as he kept on sucking. His massaging had turned into pinching now which was equal parts painful and erotic. This was his happy place. He was utterly content being here between your boobs and would be forever. He pulled away with a pop then bit down on the bud which earned him a surprised moan from you. Thank goodness you were seated otherwise your feet would’ve abandoned you by now.

It wasn’t until he looked up that you took note of his face. This man was beyond ready to devour you whole. Your clit twitched just at the thought of it and he sensed that. His eyes dropped down to your lap, between your legs, and stayed fixated there. You wanted to let him have you but you also wanted to be the one in control. So you took one of his hands in your own and placed it right on your pussy — the immediate contact alone made you sigh in pleasure. He didn’t do a thing, he wanted to see what you’d do next.

Slowly you moved his hand up and down, palming yourself as you used him. You inched closer to the edge of the bench and gradually picked up the pace. He was intensely watching you get yourself off as your arousal filled the bathroom. You slowed down and lifted his hand off of you though you quickly plunged his middle finger inside your cunt. The intrusion made you moan and gasp out loud. In and out, in and out you controlled the action.

“How often have you thought of this?” Elijah’s voice suddenly broke through the silence.

“What?” It’s not that you didn’t hear him, you just weren’t paying attention.

“How often have you imagined fingering yourself with my hands?”

Fuck it was hot when he said it out loud. “Often.” You replied but judging from his look, you knew that wasn’t the answer he wanted.

“Okay fine, a lot. I imagine it a lot.”

This made him smirk. You could probably see the gears in his mind shifting. “Be a good dutiful wife and ride them.”

“Ride?”

“No time for shyness my dear. Ride all four fingers.”

Shit. That wasn’t what you expected he’d say but you’d be a terrible liar if you denied how much it turned you on. You had ridden him before but never his fingers. You preferred his face, so did he honestly.

“Ride. Now.”

This sounded less like a request or suggestion and more like a demand which made it hotter. What the fuck is wrong with me? Why am I still thinking about this? You thought to yourself.

From the look in your eye, he knew you had agreed and so he purposely pulled his middle finger out slowly out of you. You stood up and stepped away, he sat on the bench and patted his thigh. Using his right hand, he placed it on his leg with his fingers facing up then waited for you. It looked as if you were going to impale yourself on all four digits.

Right before you could lower yourself, he pulled his hand away and put it in front of your lips. “Open up.”

You did as told and his fingers intruded your mouth. You knew what was expected of you so you tried to suck them all without choking. Once his fingers were drenched in your saliva, he removed them and smiled. They were back on his lap and he was waiting again for you.

As you lowered yourself, you kept reminding yourself to breathe. You kept repeating that in your mind until his fingers slowly stretched you out. Completely unprepared, your body jumped upon contact but he was right there to hold you firmly but gently. You knew you had to move but he felt so full. His fingers were slippery and wet — not to mention thick and long — which made for a delicious combination.

You moved up slowly until they were almost out and then lowered your body back down and once again they filled you. This was slow but you gradually picked up speed until you were practically bouncing on them. Your hips rocked back and forth, grinding around in circles to get as much friction as possible. His other hand seemed too empty for your liking so you used it to play with your clit as you rode his other four.

Your head was tossed back and eyes were closed. Your boobs swayed left and right, at times up and down, as you moved. Sounds of flesh on flesh could be heard, the slick was dropped down from his fingers to his palms and down his hand. Elijah was thoroughly enjoying this sight of you. Every now and then, he’d curve his fingers which made you moan even more. You were close, he was aware of this from your breathing and panting. In a few minutes your body completely stilled as it shook out an orgasm.

“Good girl.” He praised as he parted your hair that was stuck to your face due to the sweat.

“Thank you Eli.”

“I hope you’re not tired darling. We’ve barely begun.”

“Good. I want more.”

“That’s my girl.” He leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on your lips.

He slowly pulled out his fingers and sucked them off one by one but purposefully skipped his middle one. Instead, he brought it closer to your mouth and you opened without prompting. In one slide, you sucked it off as you tasted yourself. You maintained eye contact with him as you sucked whilst inside your mouth, your tongue licked him.

He knew what you wanted next so he pulled his finger out and tapped your ass gently. You got off of his lap and into position — you sunk to your knees with your hands behind your back — as you looked up at him, waiting. Elijah had no desire to put on a strip show right now so he used his vampire speed to slide out of his clothing in seconds.

There he was in front and above you, fully naked. Your eyes didn’t know where to look but you knew where they’d end up anyways. You couldn’t help licking your lips as you faced his dick directly in front of you. It stood up alert, veins bulging around the entire length, as the precum dripped down. Without a thought, you leaned forward and licked it up. He groaned at the feeling of your wet, warm tongue on him.

You pulled back and looked up at him. “Fuck my face.”

“As you wish my dear.” You could hear the restrained happiness in his voice.

Shutting your eyes, you sat back on the back of your legs and waited with your mouth open. He took a moment to enjoy this sight of you before grasping himself in his hand then slid inside slowly. He hissed at the hotness of your mouth and when you immediately closed around him. Your tongue licked him but you opened once again. This time he didn’t slide all the way in, halfway in and he pulled out then went back in. He kept this up for a while, eventually speeding up but it was an inhumane one. The sides of your mouth hurt and your throat was starting to ache from the constant prodding his dick was doing.

Both of his hands were in your hair, holding you in place as he mercilessly fucked your mouth. Saliva was dripping down from your mouth to your chin and down the valley of your chest. This didn’t phase you at all, you took it all happily. When he looked down, all he saw were your sweet eyes staring back up at him and this made me fuck you harder. You looked so ridiculously innocent when he knew otherwise. He was trying to fuck that innocent look off of your face but instead it was what made him feral.

Elijah loosened his grip on your head and you decided to take initiative. You lifted your right hand and placed it on his dick, slowly moving your hand up and down. Your mouth pushed him out until the head remained and sucked harshly. Hollowing your cheeks, you spit on his dick a couple of times and licked it up. Your hand continued to jack his length off whilst your mouth teased his head.

This went on for a few minutes until you changed your actions. Your mouth widened and took all of him inside until he hit the back of your throat — the fullness made you instinctively gag — then placed both of your hands on his thighs for support. You bobbed your head back and forth, gagging until your eyes watered. You pulled all the way out then quickly pushed him back in, your nose was firmly pressed against his base.

“Love if you don’t stop, I’ll– fuck…I’ll cum.” He was close, you could hear it in his voice.

You mumbled but your mouth was full so all he felt were vibrations. This made him twitch and you stifled a giggle which caused another twitch. You pulled him out slowly and tapped his dick on your tongue, firmly jacking him off all the while.

“Please do it. Cum inside.”

Without warning, he was balls deep in your mouth once again and this time you intended on him staying there until you said otherwise. Your hand toyed with his balls, pinching and rolling them around in your fingers. You knew what would push him so you sat back on your legs once more and gazed up at him, your mouth full of him as he fucked and you deepthroated him.

“Such a good girl, taking all of me.” He praised you. “Would you like a reward my dear?”

You couldn’t speak so you nodded your head rapidly. You were craving to taste him far more than you thought you would.

“Will you swallow? I want it to coat your throat.”

You nodded profusely once again. He was teasing you, you just knew it. Coat my throat? Fuck yes. Yes please. You thought to yourself and silently begged for that salty, creamy goodness.

Elijah placed both hands on the sides of your face and went to town. His movements were unforgiving and ruthless, his speed was inhumane. He was determined to cum and fill your mouth if it were the last thing he’d do. You knew he was there when his movements became sloppy and soon after he emptied himself in your mouth. A loud deep groan erupted from his chest as he let go.

When he was satisfied and done, he pulled out and looked at your mouth. He was right, he’d surely coat your throat. You couldn’t even open your mouth to show him, you were filled to the brim so you swallowed as he watched. Tongue out, you proudly showed him your now empty mouth.

“My goodness you look stunning like that.” He sighed contentedly.

You slowly got off your knees and stood up with a grin on your face, “You are delicious my love.”

“My wife has a dirty mouth. What shall I ever do about that?” He mused with a slight smile.

“Put it to use.” You cheekily replied then stepped back from him. You turned around and stepped into the glass shower that had now fogged up. “Join me?”

He laughed then answered, “With absolute pleasure.”

The moment he walked in, you found your back pressed against the wet wall. Your hair had slowly started to stick to your face, neck, and any part of skin it could. With his outstretched hand, he ran his fingers slowly through the partially wet and dry strands, and without notice you felt your head being yanked backwards and downwards. Before you could react to the pain, his lips were quick to find the pleasure spot on the base of your neck.

There was a mixture of licking and sucking. You couldn’t tell if the wetness was his saliva or the water droplets. It didn’t matter anyways, your mind was just absentmindedly wondering. You were taken by the pleasurable kisses that you didn’t realize until it was late — you were bleeding. His fangs sunk into your carotid as he happily drank– one hand gripped your hair still and the other had been caressing your boob.

It was euphoric for him. He’d never tire of you in all the ways he had sampled you. There was no favorite for him, he’d devour you in all moral and immoral ways. No questions asked, no complaints. As he drank, he savored the metallic liquid that coursed through him, awakening every nerve in him.

An impulsive image interrupted his feeding– he suddenly remembered that he was a father. Less than a year ago, you were in this exact situation. It’s what led to the pregnancy. This train of thought alone was turning him feral. He could vividly see how he had fucked you raw for months on end — not that you ever complained — and one day you had come running to him with a smile as your hand waved the test stick around in the air.

Your soft moan brought him back from his memories and he retracted his fangs, the veins disappearing in an instant. Your husband stared down at you, his hands switched around to hold you better – his left one hooked under your right thigh and his right hand found its place on your throat. His dick was situated perfectly at your entrance, one slight hip thrust and he’d be inside.

“Do you think Alex would like a younger sibling?” He asked.

“I think he’d like someone to play with.” You agreed.

“Mm, I’d like you to play with me sweetheart.”

“Yeah? What game do you have in mind?”

“How about ‘fill her up’?” That smug smile on his face made your clit throb.

“How do we play?”

Your husband leaned his head down until his lips were next to the right side of your face, directly on your ear. “I’ll empty my cum inside you and fill you to the brim. You’ll be a good wife and take it.”

You didn’t even have to say anything, your body betrayed you immediately. Your arousal and the twitching of your thighs told him exactly what he wanted to know. You didn’t even respond — you nodded as you hiked your leg higher on his waist — just glanced up at him, a feigned look of innocence graced your face.

Elijah chuckled and thrusted inside immediately, not letting you have a moment to adjust. He pushed his hips in and out in a lazy manner as a sort of warmup. The contact made your head instinctively tilt back and your eyes shut. Your mouth made a small o shape, soft whimpers escaping here and there. His hand released your throat and lifted your other leg up, resting it on his waist. You were now straddling him — back against the tiled wall — so you placed your hands on his shoulders for support.

His large hands held onto your thighs firmly whilst his hips picked up speed. All that could be heard was the slapping sound that skin on skin was making when it would come in contact with each other. You decided to take a look down and saw his dick enter you then seconds later it’d come out. You moaned just at the sight which caught his attention, he had noticed you watching yourself being fucked. The ferocity in which he used to enter you was unexpected but the feeling it left you with was indescribable.

Elijah had started to tire of this slow pace, he wanted you destroyed but you were far from it. You could pinpoint the exact moment you saw his pupils dilate, it was around the same time that the shower room felt more intense. Suddenly, you found yourself on the warm, wet shower floor laying down on your back — both of your hands were pinned above your head by one of his. His hips thrusted into you so powerfully that it jolted your body.

It was hot. Fucking hot. He had been staring at it the entire time, it could explain his ruthless movements. Elijah was so deep inside you that his dick’s imprint could be seen from the outside. You were now watching the bulge on your abdomen as it filled you fully then retreated, in again and out. It was fucking hot. Your legs spread wider for him and tightly wrapped themselves around his hips. Breathing was a bit of a chore at this moment, every thrust made you feel like he’d tear you apart.

Your eyes had started to water and your mouth was salivating. Your back arched upwards towards him and he took the hint, his head lowered close enough to take a nipple in his mouth. You were meant to take it all — take the thrusts, the nipple sucks and bites, the choking — like a good girl. So good. Actually you’d be the best girl because you wanted to please him in every way.

“Eli…more please.” You weakly begged.

You knew if you wanted him to listen, you’d need to do more than that. He knew it too which is why he didn’t respond, he just stared at you. To motivate you, he bit down on your nipple but this only made you moan. He removed the hand on your throat and leisurely slid it down your body, hovering right above your clit. He stared at you expectantly.

“Put it there.”

His fingers grazed the protruding sensitive nub which earned him a sigh and gasp. “Where are your manners dear?”

“Please Eli. Please.”

A small smirk was his response to you. You felt it before you saw it– the slap on your clit that made your hips jolt. He did it again when he saw your reaction. Once again, you tried to move away from him. That smile was so deceiving, he was thoroughly enjoying this. This time he flicked the nub then rolled it between his thumb and pointer finger. You were so caught up in the action that you hadn’t prepared for him to palm you rapidly, making good use of that vampire speed. You didn’t even last a minute, you were moaning loudly as you came undone, a bit of pee even escaped you.

You may have orgasmed but he hadn’t and it was his turn. While he was getting you off, he had stilled his actions so now he wanted his fun. He pulled out of you and released your hands then flipped you over to your stomach. You laid there and waited to see what he’d do next. You couldn’t see anything unless you looked back so you had to rely on your other senses.

Tap. Tap tap. You didn’t need to look to know what that was, he was slapping your ass cheeks with his dick. He sandwiched himself between both cheeks, rubbing himself against them. He sighed and then slowly inserted it in your pussy. There was no restraint, he was already balls deep and had no intention of slowing down or stopping to give you a break. He was chasing his own high — your walls weren’t helping the situation, they grasped him firmly in place — and would get what he wanted no matter what.

His movements now had no definite rhythm, he slowed then sped so you knew he was close. You reached back to your ass and spread your cheeks apart for him slightly. There was nothing to say, only do. He pushed your back down and used his speed to mercilessly pound into you. Your moans were being drowned out by his own. He was getting closer. His fingers reached around you and found your clit, he toyed around with the nub and your folds.

His lips were next to your neck, nibbling on the flesh, then he whispered, “Will you cum for me again?”

You nodded your head rapidly, “Yes. Please make me.”

“Shall I coat your pretty pink walls white with my cum darling? Would you like that?”

“Fuck yes. Eli please.”

“Then empty me. Tighten those walls and squeeze every last drop.”

“I’ll be a good girl and do it for you.”

Several more thrusts plus a few more vulgarities and he erupted in tandem with you. Elijah let out a loud groan as he filled you up — as promised — to the brim with him cum. He stayed there for a few minutes then slowly pulled out. Some semen threatened to escape but he used his fingers to shove it back inside your cunt. The sight of you laid out on your stomach with your pussy full of his cum was giving him ideas. Feral ones that is.

“You did so well darling.” He praised as he lifted you up. He sat down on the built-in shower seat and pulled you into his lap.

You offered a soft smile then leaned into him for a kiss which he happily obliged you with. His arms rested on your hips and yours on his shoulders. It was slow and sweet then after a moment you both pulled away.

“I hope you’re not tired yet. I still want more.” You told him, gently caressing his face.

“I’d never tire of you. Besides I shall need to fill your womb if you’re to fall pregnant once again.”

“You say the most romantic things.”

Elijah chuckled and kissed your forehead. “You enjoy the filth, I’m merely indulging you.”

You knew that was a lie. He absolutely loved the dirty talk, aside from your looks, it turned him on but he wouldn’t admit it out loud.

“If you say so.” You hid your smile then added, “Let’s play a game of ‘fill her up’.”

So you both did once again. Two more rounds were in the shower but you couldn’t keep your hands to yourselves so one more was in the bathroom, on that bench. You had to shower separately otherwise you’d never leave. Once you were fresh and had been fucked to your heart’s content, you laid in bed and waited as he went to check on Alex.

Your hand rubbed your abdomen at the thought of another child. You wanted one and so did he but there was no rush, it was rather fun trying to make one. Elijah was back and in bed next to you, he reached for your body and pulled you close to him. His lips left a gentle kiss on your forehead whilst his hands rubbed your back in small circles. He was happy and content with the life he had, he’d never change a thing but he wouldn’t refuse the idea of a bigger family with you.

“I love you Y/N.” He said as he stroked your arm softly.

Your face was snuggled into his chest so your reply came out muffled. You lifted your head up and looked at him, “I love you Eli.”

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ryuichirou · 7 months

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Guess what. More replies~

artfulhero-m asked:

Ryu I don't know how else to explain this but your condoms headcanons read as so chaotic to me, and the chaos was beautiful lmao. Like the way my brain, while reading the headcanons, conjured up images of everyone in chaos clearly understanding that it's just a safe sex practice but either ends up trying to be safe but breaking the rubbers anyway or not wearing them AT ALL was hilarious to me. And by the end of all the chaos, Malleus is just in the background, calmly, watching the chaos unfold as he thinks "ah how fascinating" despite having no clue wtf these rubber cock confiners meant to prevent disease and pregnancy even look like (i.e., he doesn't get it lol).

THANK YOU SO MUUUCH at this point I’m just clowning everyone in every single headcanon post lol but these guys are cursed enough to deserve such treatment. I am super happy you enjoyed that silly post, and oh my god your imagination!! The fact that you pictured all of these idiots while reading it lol

“Rubber cock confiners” sounds like the most amazing way to describe a condom, and honestly, at least Malleus has an excuse – he is a fae prince who lived in isolation… But the rest of the guys…

You know I want all of them to draw a condom now, just to make sure that they know what they’re talking about. Malleus surely doesn’t lol

Anonymous asked:

Just wanted to send an ask saying I appreciate seeing how much you've grown over the years! I started following you awhile back when you were still into Hetalia/posted it, and stayed for the TWST content. Thanks for continuing to post your art and may it continue to thrive ♡

Ahh thank you so much, Anon! This is so incredibly sweet of you, I am very happy and grateful to hear that. Thank you for your support, and I’ll do my best to keep improving! <3

With Hetalia it’s funny though, because we’ve been having a lot of random outbursts of it over the years, the last one being a year ago (and then there was one in 2016…and even earlier than that…), so I can’t even say for sure for how long you’ve been here. But I’m super to happy to hear about it nonetheless!! <3 The last year was definitely very fruitful when it comes to changes to my art lol and it’s great it’s noticeable…

Anonymous asked:

I just wanted to tell you that my friend group jokes about the “Jack will rail him” post all the time and think it’s the funniest shit ever. It has become such a core part of our humor that whenever Jack or Deuce is mention we have to bring up the railing that will take place. Please caption more art this way. It’s hilarious.

HAHA THANK YOU, ANON, I’M SO HAPPY TO HEAR THAT. I love our captions a lot, because it’s Katsu who comes up with them; and I usually have no idea what they’re going to be until the post is... posted. So the “Jack will rail him” thing got me laughing too, I’m happy you and your friend also loved it lol

Katsu tries to be careful and not to overdo it, just so the caption doesn’t take too much attention from the drawing itself, but honestly it’s 100% worth it in my opinion.

I am so happy that the railing that will definitely take place has became an inside joke of sorts!

Anonymous asked:

I want to sexualize Ortho but I'm too busy and have no time 😞

I feel you, Anon… :( This is the biggest problem in our lives.

It’s okay, Ortho is a patient guy, he can wait… until he gets capricious lol

hipsterteller asked:

I though Idia is top

Idia is a character from a sfw game, so he doesn't have any fixed position.

In my art, he's always a bottom.

Anonymous asked:

I found out there's a 32 year old in the server that joined before I did I think I'm good

(related to some previous asks)

Oh good to know! :) I’m glad to hear that

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toyafreethoughts · 5 months

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⌨️ᶻᶻᶻ...[Jaxrel] is typing... <3 ↻ᴹᵉˢˢᵃᵍᵉ ˡᵒᵃᵈᵉᵈ ꒰Enjoy Your Life Matchup, Quasar!꒱ 🦋~* Logging Off… @fourtyfourcatss

A/N: Hello again Quasar! Words cannot describe how happy I am that you request an anime I enjoyed for over a while now, Since the fandom is kinda dead there isn’t a lot for me to crunch on but since you sent this hopefully I can also reach more people! Also if anyone wants to send in anything for akudama drive wether it’s requests, matchups, etc, I don’t care I’ll do whatever it takes to feed the dead fandom. Anyways, enjoy this matchup as much as I enjoyed your other matchups you’ve made for me. It’s always good to partner up with you again.

[ ☪︎ ִ ֶ֢࣪⋆ GENERAL HEADCANONS ]

𓆩♡𓆪 When you guys first met I think you guys instantly clicked, well… maybe not instantly but from what I can tell when I saw Courier he always seems wary of people at first, like he can’t really trust someone fully yet until he sees their true colors which is pretty much accurate of him and also very smart to as he’s an akudama.

𓆩♡𓆪 He appreciates that there’s someone like you, at least your an honest person he knows (besides swindler.) that’s another step he can take around you to know that you aren’t shady like the other akudamas, that you don’t really hide anything to make yourself look suspicious, I feel like you would have to confess to him first because I don’t feel like he’s the type of person to go and confess to you yet, UNLESS he can go first but he’ll be a little hesitant at first but when he confesses to you and you say yes he’ll be a little taken aback at first but also he’s happy but he’s obviously got gonna show it of course.

𓆩♡𓆪 He likes that your blunt, and also smart, it’s definitely what attracted him at first, he’s also glad your at least optimistic, I feel like he lost that hole a while back but with you around he will find that hope again soon, he was a bit annoyed at your pridefulness but later grows into not caring that much, I also read that people think your funny and you are! whenever you joke with him he’s not gonna laugh, no way in hell is he ever gonna laugh but I feel like you made him laugh at some point, mostly like a snort or a grin but he quickly hides it away (out of embarrassment).

[ ☪︎ ִ ֶ֢࣪⋆ HOW’S THE COUPLE DOING NOW ? ]

𓆩♡𓆪 Your honor they are doing very well, ever since they got together they have been very happy together, seriously though, I feel like since he has you he’s been doing more better, I also believe you would live in his small house (or apartment, there wasent a lot of information of what house he has.) but since you dislike unhygienic things I feel like the house would always stay clean because of you, I mean it’s always been clean but still, I can imagine just courier cooking for the both of you while there’s soft music in the backround, just one of those happy and peaceful times between two lovers.

𓆩♡𓆪 You and Courier would go for walks during the night, somewhere where people aren’t around to freak the actual hell out when they spot a Akudama, He would also like watching you draw, he would always hang them up around the house to admire when he gets back home, he even keeps a drawing with him whenever he goes out, you don’t know though so he hopes you won’t catch him, I feel like Courier would also somewhat take naps, but not a lot like you do, but he’ll indulge with you though if you want him to rest and not stay up and smoke.

[ Round-Ups: Hacker, Hoodlum. ]

[ A TERRIFYING WEAPON THAT CAN MAKE SOMEONE FALL WEAK ]

REASONING: I feel like with your personality and also your hobbies and talents it felt like one of the best options, Since your usually psychically active I feel like it would make the best option.

My other options for you would be… A bow, An Axe, or a Spear.

I should also add this but I feel like you would be in a similar situation to swindler but with a little twist, I feel like you were in some situation that didn’t even associate with you but they still made you a Akudama anyways.

— Hacker; You guys met before you became a akudama and also before you were couriers partner, he would only interact with you not with the others, he favored you more than the others, he likes spending time with you a lot! wether it be reading or writing or whatever, he was always grateful to be around you, I feel like you guys would listen to music with each other a lot.

— Hoodlum; When he met you he was a bit nervous at first I guess (?) but later on when you get to know each other more he was able to become quickly comfortable with you knowing he can trust you fully, you guys are always seen with each other or also with Brawler, he finds peace with you so much, he’s always with you so you can also protect him LMAO.

— Swindler; Yet another one! I feel like she immediately knew she can trust you, you were so honest with your information and advice, how could she not believe you? You are very trustful in her eyes, she always goes to you for a lot of advice and you always somehow help her so much?! She’s impressed! She’s always taking walks with you while you guys talk about whatever, she respects you so much I also believe she looks up to you so much, your a role model to her.

Songs I was listening to: I’m a controversy (Ado), Show (Ado), Drunk-Dazed (ENHYPEN), Non-breath oblige (Pinocchio-P), What Is Love? (TWICE), CAKE (Itzy), Anti-Romantic (TXT), Cookie (NewJeans), DJANGO (ATEEZ), Mr. Simple (Super Junior), Blood Sweat Tears (BTS), I Want That (GI-DLE), In My Dreams (Red Velvet), FAILURE GIRL (Kairikibear), Last Night Good Night (Livetune), On the Rocks(OSTER project).

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aquagustd · 2 years

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heyyy sweets 🥺🤍

i haven’t seen you in a while, i hope you’re doing okay 🥹❤️. i’ve read the latest updates on Hell is Empty. Words can’t describe how I am feeling after each chapter. After the beach chapter, the drama has just been piling up; I’m all for it .💀 Regarding OC’s feeling for JK, it wasn’t clear to me either from the start. But when OC and Jungkook almost hooked up in chapter 7, i had a nudge 🫣. But I’m also not even surprised since there has always been unresolved feelings from OC’s side. I truly felt for her, I feel so bad. I just want her and Junho to be happy 🥺. I almost wish this could turn into a story where it’s just Junho and OC vs. the world, but i know it’s been confirmed she’ll end up with either Taehyung or Jungkook ❤️‍🩹. After each chapter, my baby just goes through so much, she really needs a break from her life 🥺. I’m just happy that OC and her baby will have a happy ending, and i know that this drama will be worth it in the end 🫶🏻.

Honestly, i’m still at both ends with Taehyung and Jungkook. Because as much as I want OC to stay with Taehyung, i just don’t think she’s making it possible for herself because of her unresolved feelings for Jungkook 🥲. it hurts more, because she refuses to admit that she has unresolved feelings for him in the first place. I’m happy that #TeamTae is thriving and they might even reach the L*Word step. But I personally feel that this is as far as it can go until things get resolved with Jungkook. In fact, he’s also making it hard for her because he’s with Sora 🤡. Honestly, ever since OC has been in the picture, he must have lost some sort of feelings for Sora. Like I’m sorry Yus but i don’t believe that he loves her 😭. I feel like he’s just obligated to stay with her because he’s afraid OC will end up with Taehyung and he doesn’t wanna be alone and pining after her. Even if that’s not the case, i just don’t ship Sora and Jungkook. I don’t even like her, can we get rid of her 💀 Where do i sign up to make her disappear?

I’m happy I finally have time to read stories again, because i’m not even kidding I have been anticipating to start reading again. Because i know you updated a bunch while I was gone 😭😭. Thank you so much for everything that you’re doing for us readers. You’re amazing, and I will never stop saying that in every ask i send you 🥹. Most importantly, i hope you’re taking care of yourself and you’re having as much fun as the rest of us ❤️. We’ll support you as much as we can through this blog. We love you 🤍. Please take care of yourself and I hope you’re enjoying the rest of your day with good health. Bye, blessings to you! 🥰

yes you’re absolutely right !! she really does have some unresolved feelings for jungkook bc what else could be stopping her from moving forward with taehyung if she likes him so much 🥲

there has been a lot of drama yeah 😅 it’s probably gonna continue till the end so i hope you enjoy the ride 🫣

lmao should i start a petition for everyone who wants to make sora disappear ??? i don’t think anyone is shipping jk x sora tbh 👁

ahhh i’m so happy to have you back too <3 & thank you so much for always being so supportive and kind 🥺 i hope you’re taking care of yourself as well and continue to enjoy my stories ♡ you’re literally so sweet !! i hope your day/night is going good too 🤍

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s4kasaki · 2 years

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Hey, Can i have domestic fluff with Izumi and leo?? Thank you and have a nice day!!

oooo two of the sillies in knights!! I love writing for Knight's.. did you guys know that? ( Just not Tsukasa, he hurts my brain..) I hope you enjoy it and thank you as well!! I hope you have a nice day too~ also I've returned for a while

♡ — leo & izumi | domestic fluff

‣ tws/cws: none!!

‣ reader: genderneutral - they/them

‣ author's note: silly's.. lub them.. yes it's 1 am, yes Im exhausted.

☆ — IZUMI

people always like to say that Izumi would be a bad boyfriend/husband. so! I’m gonna tell you now, he's really just the best boyfriend you could ever have.

We all know how Izumi can be a little hedgehog sometimes, always balling back in his shell when something makes him seem vulnerable and less capable of doing stuff by himself— but, when you push his confident border to the side.. by pushing just the correct buttons..! you will soon find out that he's fond of being physically loving just as much as he is with actions and words

our Izuhug is the cook of the house, and he rarely ever allows you in the kitchen— he says it's a “knights duty” and that the only duty the prince/princess should be having: is savoring being taken care of. no going against his say-so, cus it's no good. he just won't accept you working in the kitchen. though when you do get your hands to cook in the kitchen! he's teasing you about it!

“you really can't reach up there? hmph, how annoying…~ move out the way.”

but he will accept you being his little assistant just so he can get a reason to call you his "little assistant"

Speaking of which, you always sit with him in the kitchen and watch him make whatever he's making at the time and it makes him so very happy— because he truly enjoys your company even though he might not tell you that up-front sometimes! with one hand he’s stirring the food and with the other, he’s spinning you around and if you listen close enough you’ll be able to hear him quietly singing "Ironic Blue" to himself with a smile. all while the lyrics are directed to you~♡

this guy is great at everything, even cuddling. wait— did I mention cuddling? No? Then do it. Please, love him and give him affection. He especially loves it when you fall asleep in his arm, or with your head on his lap. You're just so pretty to him, he can not describe it in proper words. But, when your head is resting on his lap and he gets to see all the beauty that lies in that pretty little face of yours when you're not talking. yes, he finds you pretty when you're quiet— but he's gotten so used to you talking around him even when he's working, that it's quite hard for him to focus properly without you talking to him about absolutely anything.

He probably has a cleaning schedule and what not and you’re wrong if you think he isn’t gonna make you follow it

“Hey beautiful, wake up. We’re doing laundry and cleaning today. Yeah, it’s Sunday”

Honestly it’s mostly him cleaning and you "bothering" him because you’re not cleaning to his so veryyy high!! standards

“Hey, you can’t mix those products- just give it to me”

And you stand there and watch him while you dance. Izumi the housewife <3

He most definitely has a cleaning playlist on spotify that’s full of R&B and lovey dovey type of music

You probably catch him dancing with a mop at one point and he chases you around the house yelling your name in that silly tone he would when he calls “Yuu-Kunnnnn~”

When you do the laundry he's always making some silly remarks about your fashion taste, you have this bad of fashion? while dating the Izumi Sena? really??

This results in a laundry war and you two just start throwing clothes at each other even though he definitely isn't gonna want to pick all the clothes up again :giggle:

He always promises to cook your favorite dinner if you hurry up to finish all the tasks he’s laid out for the day, it's his special treat~

And after a veryyYY long day of cleaning and being silly… He likes to sit with you on the couch and cuddle while watching a movie~

He honestly enjoys the cleaning days because it means he gets to spend the day with you, fully aware that cleaning with you also comes with many surprises and giggles that he adores to hear slip from ur mouth

grocery shopping with him though …

He makes a very strict list and he says that you can only buy what’s on the list when you two leave so if you want something, you’re gonna have to make him add it to the list before you leave two otherwise he’s not buying it ┐(—_—)┌

If he wakes up before you for work he’ll make breakfast for you and leave a note aggressively telling you to eat and take care of yourself today or else there will be serious consequences… such as no kisses for an entire day

When he gets home from work and long day of singing and modeling, his first move after taking off his shoes is to immediately go find you

“Did you eat the food I made for you this morning? You better have (-_- )ﾉ!”

He shows that he cares about you in all of these ways. Like adding your favorite food to the shopping list even though you didn’t ask for him to, doing your laundry on rough days, making your lunch for work, etc

Domestic Izumi is just super cute and wholesome in his own way~

☆ — LEO

moving in with leo was an absolute rollercoaster of a ride. it felt like you were going through your childhood all over again and now you’re excited to come home from work than you have ever been before knowing you have an undyingly affectionate lil ginger waiting for you at home

Leo is a little disorganized— but you see him actually trying to get better at it, without you needing to tell him and it warms your heart

your favourite thing about sharing a home with him is that you get to wake up next to him. The first rays of sun of the morning come through the window and hit his face, enhancing how truly handsome and cute he is. you stir a bit and his hold instinctively tightens, refusing to let you go even when he’s dreaming. you leave soft, feather-light kisses on his face and soon he’s fluttering his eyes open, a lazy shit eating grin spreads across his face as he pulls you against his chest~

Leo's favourite thing about sharing a home with you is dancing in the living room (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧! You’ve already had dinner and you’re reading a book when you see him connecting his mics to the speakers and singing. soon, he's singing one of your favourites and he’s putting out his hand for you to take. you smile and let him help you up and soon your swaying in the living room, eyes closed, soft smiles and hearts connected to each other

loves cuddling with you ALL. THE. TIME. it’s a problem. especially if Tsukasa is forcing him to go to practice and when you visit him at the gym he’d definitely go “my s/o! hey! cuddles!!” he’s like an excited puppy whenever his eyes set foot on you!

very much adores when you play with his hair while you’re both on the couch or the bed or just chilling, y'know? (≧▽≦) it's the softest when he just got out of the shower and it’s kinda damp but it’s down out of its usual ponytail and he looks so soft and cuddly… and handsome! and just absolutely ready for you to smother him with affection !!!

falls asleep on top of you. you once complained that this ginger is too heavy for you but did he listen? no. he loves pressing his head on top of your chest and hear your heartbeat. if he focuses too hard he’ll hear that it’s in sync with him and it gives him that random spark of composing ideas~!

when he holds your hands, he likes to swing them back and forth— he may be just a lil too energetic but it’s cute! He'll loves it even more if y'all are in a crowded place and you hold onto his hand, intertwined fingers and all, makes him feel like he had to protect you and works extra hard not to lose you in a sea of people he once did— he cried…

randomly kisses your nose because he loves to see your face all scrunched up from the ticklish feeling and he’d always lean back to laugh at how cute you are~

loves loves loves loves to swipe your hair away from your face (if you have long hair) if not, he likes to ruffle your hair like how he would to his younger buddies like Tsukasa or similar to how Izumi would do to a tiny fan of his!

every night is movie night no matter how tired the both of you are and it’s literally just a mess of limbs tangled together to the point that you don’t know whose leg is whose, and the movie is playing in the background as the two of you talk about how your day went while looking at each other adoringly and listening intently to what the other is saying

on the times where he comes home earlier than you, he’d spam you with a lot of chats, emoticons especially, calls, whatever. telling you how much he misses you already and how he hopes that you hurry home because if he doesn’t get all the cuddles and kisses he’ll die!

would ocassionally wrap his tiny arms around your middle from the back whenever you’re washing the dishes and places his chin on your shoulder. he loves to watch you do whatever and for him it’s already the most beautiful thing ever .

okay he loves you when you're awake and sleep but he does likes watching you sleep like— not in the crazy natsume “im gonna kill you” way, but in the way you look so peaceful and without a worry in the world and how you just look so natural and imperfectly perfect!

blasts loud music in the house whenever y'all are cleaning around the house, you both are doing more 80% dancing and 20% cleaning~ he’d find some hidden and old stuff from different parts of the house and he’d get distracted playing with it and tagging you along as well. in the end, the cleaning will have to be done another day <3

#꒰ 🌸;; hcs ̖́-#ensemble stars #enstars #ensemble stars x reader #enstars x reader #ensemble stars imagines #enstars imagines #izumi sena #izumi sena imagines #izumi sena x reader #leo tsukinaga x reader #leo tsukinaga

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xuxitheii · 3 years

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hi bestie,, i really like your oneshots! ♡ and i was wondering if you could take my request for draken, my mind is screaming for him all the time lately 👿💕

fluff, male reader; you know the song "what if i told you that i love you"? i was thinking and maybe it could help you since if i'm honest; i don't think i describe well what i want- sorry 💀 have a nice night/day ✨💟

yeah i um hello, it's been four days i know BUT I AM BACK WITH A NEW POST (≧∇≦) i don't know how to feel about this one honestly, all i know is i tried so hard to make draken suffer, as requested sO I HOPE YOU GUYS ENJOY THIS ONEヽ(*´∀`)ﾉ hope you're happy with draken's suffering smile

龍宮寺堅

— “stay with me, draken”

maybe if you had been faster, just maybe.

pain.

something that’s familiar in draken’s life — no, not the usual boo boos that would go away after you washed it clean, no.

it’s the kind of pain that most wouldn’t wish to experience in their life; punches from rival gangs, deaths of precious friends, loss of precious friends, life without parents and well, heartbreak.

draken had only experienced heartbreak thrice in his life — first, when he realized he can’t be the one to save mikey. second, when emma did not reciprocate his feelings. and thrice, when he realized he had been too late, once again.

draken has always been a fool when it comes to love. he’s either always hesitating or racing his way to confessing, resulting in him losing any kind of chances he would have had he found the right pace. with emma, it’s a mix between hesitating and racing; he races his way to her life and hesitates when it’s time to confess. but with [L/N] [Y/N]?

draken missed his chances way too many times.

so it was no surprise when draken finds the [H/C] haired boy curled up under a lone tree, halfway choking himself with his cries and sobs — crying about a boy that rejected him. ah, he’s late, once again.

what if i told you that i love you?

would you tell me that you love me back?

draken had thought, subconsciously, as he consoled the boy; offering his shoulders to cry on, which the [H/C] haired boy accepted gratefully. “it’s okay, it’s okay, let it out, [Y/N], let it out,” left his mouth in whispers, his hands stroking the boy’s back, in hopes of lifting even a tiny bit of his sadness.

draken felt so many things as he held the boy in his arms; sadness, happiness, regret, hope. but the most prominent is disgust. draken felt sad that the [Y/N] is sad, he never wants the boy to ever be sad, not even for a single second. but draken also felt happy, happy that now he might have a chance, now that whoever [Y/N] holds affection for doesn’t share it with him. and he also felt regret, he regrets that he had missed his chance to tell [Y/N] of his true feelings. but draken also felt hope, with the ‘second chance’ that he got, there’s hope that [Y/N] would share his affection with him.

but most of all, draken felt disgusted. he’s disgusted with his own thoughts — he’s supposed to console [Y/N] right now, so why is he calculating his chances in getting the [H/C]’s heart? you’re hopeless, ryuguji ken.

what if i tell you all my feelings?

would you believe me, [Y/N]?

his thoughts strayed again, but he can’t help but to ponder upon it. would [Y/N] believe his feelings to be genuine, or would he think that draken is only using him while he’s vulnerable? stop it, ken. [Y/N] sobbed, incoherent words coming out of his swelling lips (the result of his continuous biting and chewing in his crying session). and draken let out a small coo, moving the boy to sit on his lap; draken’s calloused hands gently, gently wipes his ever flowing tears, “breathe, [Y/N], take a deep breath for me, yeah?”

[Y/N]’s breath staggered, the boy trying his best to inhale and exhale as stable as he can, “ken- i, i don’t– ugh, i can’t,” draken offered the boy a small smile, patting his back more softer than before. draken brings the boy to a hug, his head laying on [Y/N]’s shoulders; draken can’t help but to inhale the sweet-smelling scent of the boy, i could have done this everyday. “it’s okay, [Y/N], baby steps, yeah? just follow me, you can feel me better like this, hm?”

[Y/N] gives a nod, a ragged exhale leaving his lips, “i, i can.” and [Y/N] truly can; draken is pressed snugly against him, their body molding to accommodate each other’s — accepting each other. draken’s heartbeat feels comforting in a way, the steady ba-bump ba-bump of his heart calming the once erraticness of his own, now slowing down to a steady and low beat, one that he feels familiar with. heavens above, why would you send me an angel, once i have fallen for another? [Y/N] thought, draken is similar to an angel isn’t he? he’s always there when you need him and he always protects you from anything you find danger from. but alas, angels do not exist — or at least, their existence can’t be proven yet.

[Y/N] wonders, would draken be his angel, if he had been one?

[Y/N] hopes so.

draken would be the perfect angel for him.

[Y/N] wants draken as his angel, if only.

“you’re special to me, ryuguji ken.”

draken remembers [Y/N] had told him that once — after draken had saved him from a rival gang trying to get him for leverage — and draken remembers the fluffy and warm feelings that filled his heart to the brim, mere seconds after that words left the boy’s lips. he had felt so giddy, his own lips forming a dumbstruck grin the whole way home. draken remembers feeling so giddy, he can’t sleep for the whole night.

was i a fool to believe in you?

was i dumb for trusting you?

draken doesn’t want to say the wrong thing. if he do, there’s no coming back. there would be no ‘second chances’, if there were ever one. “that’s great, [Y/N], you’re doing great,” draken’s hands had cupped the boy’s tear stained cheeks, his thumbs wiping away the stray tears racing down his skin, a small bit of desperation in his actions. he shouldn’t cry, no, no more, [Y/N] should just be happy. “you’re fine, [Y/N], can breathe easier, yeah?” there’s no mistaking the adoration and pain in draken’s eyes. the dark abyss filled with ever changing emotions, the two trying to overpower the other; draken wouldn’t let them though, ‘cause right now, his feelings don't matter. but [Y/N]’s does.

what if i told you i need you?

would you tell me that you need me, [Y/N]?

“i need you, ken,” a broken whisper, nothing stronger than a gust of wind, “i need you.”

draken knows why [Y/N] needs him, though. he needs someone to be there for him, to ground him back to reality had he gone too far in his head. [Y/N] needs someone to hold onto him.

and draken would gladly do it, if that means more time he could spend with the [H/C] haired boy, draken would do it. draken would drop anything had the boy asked him for something, he would give him the world — had he asked. “i know, [Y/N],” an exhale, as shaky as his feelings, “i’ll be here for you — you can count on me, yeah?”

draken’s heart was filled with pins and needles, he could feel the sharp pull of his heartstrings whenever he smiled, as wobbly as it is. it’s nothing he can’t handle, but the continuous jabs to his fragile little heart could break him sooner than he thought. and maybe, just maybe, the gods decided that, today, is the perfect day for it to break.

“stay with me, draken.”

and draken’s heart shattered.

the pin and needles falling to nowhere, just as his heart does.

draken can’t help but to let a pathetic chuckle out, the strain in his voice more obvious than the heartbreak he’s currently going through. how funny, both of us are going through a heartbreak, mine’s from you and yours from him; and yet here i am, trying to mend yours. who would mend mine, then? it hurts, doesn’t it, draken? it hurts so much, but there’s little he could do. not when the love of his life needs him — there’s little draken could do to glue his heart back together.

[Y/N] lifted his head from draken’s comforting shoulders, his hands wrapping themselves around draken’s neck; his body melting even more to his, as if he’s trying to become one with draken. “will you, please? i need you, ken,” and draken nodded, his resolve hardening once more.

what if i told you that i...

it’s fine isn’t it? right now, [Y/N] needs you, just like you had always hoped for. it’s good, right? you can hold him in your arms, like you had always imagined.

is it okay, ken?

soft, warm, tear stained lips met his own soft, bleeding one.

draken’s eyes closed, the ever flowing pool of water finally descending down like a river.

salty and irony.

what a perfect way to picture the two of them, isn’t it?

#male reader #x male reader #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers scenarios #tokyo revengers x male reader #tokyo revengers angst #ryuguji ken #draken #ryuguji ken x male reader #draken x male reader #draken angst #draken scenarios #xuxi's #xuxi's. orders

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strxnged · 3 years

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＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚　UNLOVABLE　˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊

With: ♡ Tendou (x gn!Reader?) ♡

Warnings: swearing. big angst. biiiig angst. also?? sort of scary possessive behaviour that might be triggering? i have no idea how to categorize it.

WC: >650

AN: okay I went a little crazy while writing this... instead of being careful like I usually am. remember i love tendou and will never stop loving tendou

“Well, actually, there is someone…” you said quietly, playing with the pillow in your hands.

“Hmm?” he replied, tilting his head at you. His interest was piqued. “What is this about?”

“I’ve been meaning to tell you for awhile…”

“Oh?”

Your face heated up and you fidgeted some more. “So maybe I like someone.”

A sly grin formed on his face. “Tell me, who is it? I promise no one else will hear about it.”

You pursed your lips. “Well— see, he’s…” You trailed off, staring into Tendou’s wide eyes.

“C’mon, Y/N,” he said, and wiggled his eyebrows, “at least describe him. I have great guessing skills.”

“O—kay… he’s tall, and hard-working, and—” the way you smiled between every word made Tendou’s heart flutter a little “—he always says how he feels, which is why it’s so easy to talk to him.” You grinned, averting your eyes to the ceiling. “And he’s really, really cute. Sometimes — often — when I’m with him I just — Tendou?”

Tendou was staring at you with a partially open mouth. He seemed to want to form words, but he couldn’t speak for a second. Finally, “Who is it?” His voice was low, more serious than he usually sounded.

“Ushijima.”

Oh.

Of course.

“Really,” he said, leaning back. “How interesting.”

“Do you think I have any chance with him?”

Tendou stretched his back, making a noise and extending his arms. “Hmm… maybe.” He inhaled through his teeth. “He’s sorta not that great when it comes to girls. Or talking in general.”

“I know,” you responded.

He couldn’t bear to look at you, but he could hear the smile in your voice. He admired his fingers, turning his hand over and doing everything in his power not to gaze at your end of the couch.

He was angry.

Of course you would fall for a powerful, attractive captain over a monster like himself. How could he have ever hoped that he could be with you, ever dreamed that you could love him.

He still couldn’t look at you, or even say much. His heart was in his stomach. This was the worst case scenario. He would have gotten over it if you had loved anyone but his friend — his best friend. He couldn’t stop thinking about the way you had described Ushijima. With admiration, with longing. Why couldn’t you have been talking about Tendou instead?

He felt betrayed. You had used him. It was clear that you had used him. How had he been this blind? You had been using Tendou this whole time to get to the captain, and all the while he had been falling in love with you.

Damn it.

“Y/N.”

“Yeah?”

He looked you dead in the eyes. “Why not me?”

You searched his eyes, obviously expecting to see the normal spark of mischief. But it wasn’t there. Instead, he was staring at you blankly, expectantly.

“Um,” you mumbled. “What are you saying?”

“Why the fuck not me, Y/N?”

He was staring steadily at you, and you could feel his anger. It scared you.

“Tendou, I don’t know.”

He leaned forward so that he was abnormally close, firmly holding your face in his hand. His jaw was shaking. “Why can’t you love me?” he growled. “What is so wrong with me that you can’t…”

“Tendou, stop. You’re scaring me.”

You could feel his fingers trembling on your jaw. He jerked his hand away and stood. He turned away, and it took you a second to realize the reason his shoulders were quivering was because he was laughing.

It started as a quiet chuckle, and then quickly grew into a guffaw. He had one hand on his forehead. You watched helplessly, the pillow in your arms gripped tightly.

“I’m sorry, Y/N,” he chuckled, looking back at you. He flashed you a wide, false-hearted smile. “I know I’m unlovable. Please, be happy with Wakatoshi. And you know what? He probably loves you back.”

NAVIGATION | SEQUENCE MASTERLIST

KUROO // KENMA // SUGAWARA // ASAHI // ATSUMU // KAGEYAMA // OIKAWA // AKAASHI // HINATA // NISHINOYA // DAICHI

#tendou x reader #tendou angst #haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #haikyuu hcs #haikyuu angst #tendou satori #tendou satori angst #tendou satori x reader #tendou x you #ushijima x reader #<--- pretend u didnt saw that #elk's angst #haikyuu x you

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cacodaemonia · 4 years

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Hi! I am new to the Clone Wars fandom, just started a couple days ago (and you seems like a really kind fan of the series), any suggestions for good fanfics? Even something with Codywan maybe? 👀 Thank you so much and wonderful blog ♡

Aahhh, that’s so nice of you to say! T^T <3 Also, welcome!

Fanfics, you say?? Codywan, you say??? I honestly haven’t been in the fandom all that long, but I’ve been devouring fics as fast as I can, so lemme poke through my AO3 bookmarks...

Okay, I’ll start with fics that have been completed. In no particular order:

An Unexpected Gift by TrickyTricky- There are 2 parts to this series, and they’re both amazing. Codywan and very clone-centric. <3

Don’t You Worry (There’s Still Time) by thedisasternerd - Waxer and Boil feels. Angst but also sweetness.

Obligate by Thalius / @oriyala - Raco Hardeen arc, but Anakin is the one who fakes his death. Obi-wan & Ahsoka feels.

Life Didn’t End When the World Did by alyyks - Post-Order 66 Codywan. Angst with a happy ending.

Let Me Do It Right by TrickyTricky - Umbara arc fix-it. Cody being a fucking bamf.

Retrieved Logs Transcripts by alyyks - Short and very unique Codywan fic!

An Elegant Weapon by @romanmoray - Obi-Wan teaches Cody how to use a lightsaber. So much delicious pining.

Blood Orange by cafffine - Warning: this is not a happy fic. That being said, it’s extremely well-written. Codywan with lots of Rex. But again, sad times. T_T

Pave Your Way with Stones Well Chosen by TrickyTricky - Post-Order 66, Cody comes back to himself and tries to fix things.

Change Order 66 by lunaemoth - A very different take on Order 66 fix-it. Lots of clone & Jedi love. Eventual Codywan.

Lightbearer by esama - Obi-Wan falls when Maul kills Qui-Gon, and little Anakin takes care of him. Dark but also not? Really unique!

Shielded Heart by FluffNStuff - Post-Rako Hardeen arc Codywan, angst with a happy ending.

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Unfinished, but soooo worth reading asap:

I’ll Orbit Your Flickering Star by sunskippa - I honestly cannot scream enough about how much I love this! It follows along with the war from Cody’s pov and there are so many incredible scenes I can’t even begin to describe them all. Highly recommended!

Obi-Wan “The Therapist” Kenobi and How He Changed Everything by RobinPlaysTrumpet15 - Lots of vignettes from the war, featuring a variety of characters. Some angst but also lots of clone & Jedi feels.

Dominoes by @meridianpony - This fic blows my mind. The premise is that the boys of Domino Squad - Fives, Echo, Hevy, Droidbait, and Cutup - go through what happens in canon, then they all wake up back on Kamino as cadets about to ship out. The catch is that they all remember their “past” lives. And then they set about trying to change things. Meridianpony is suuuuuch an amazingly skilled writer, and that shows in the plot as well as the character development and interactions. Just - ugh! *chef’s kiss* It’s already very long, and once I started reading it I couldn’t put it down until I had caught up.

A Million Little Battles by minigami - A really fantastic Codywan series! The author is so good at filling each scene with this... Quiet intensity that's hard to describe but incredible to read!

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Okay, that was kind of a lot. I got excited. ^^; I hope you enjoy some of these!

Also, if anyone reading this has TCW fic recommendations for me, bring ‘em on! :D

#tcw #codywan #fic rec

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allaboutjoongi · 6 years

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JG’s Instagram update 20180810

“I’m sorry to make you concern😥😓Don’t worry Im’ okay😂🤣 getting better n better now😌😝Thank you so much for worrying about me my dear😭 😘♡I wish enjoy your happy weekend 💕 ♡보호장비 착용 의무화 할게요^^ 미안하고 감사합니다 !!♡♡♡♡😉😍😘”

[trans]

“I’m sorry to make you concern😥😓Don’t worry Im’ okay😂🤣 getting better n better now😌😝Thank you so much for worrying about me my dear😭 😘♡I wish enjoy your happy weekend 💕 ♡I will make it a rule to wear protective gear^^ I‘m sorry and thank you!!♡♡♡♡😉😍😘”

Here’s the context & etc.

On this very day a photo of him surfaced on Instagram and it startled me because his face looked different, and in the caption, the person who uploaded the photo said he wished JG a speedy recovery from the facial injury he got during bjj training. The photo was soon deleted by the original poster, but it’d already gotten reposted and spread and it got fans worried, so JG updated his Instagram to reassure his fans he’s getting better. And seeing this update I immediately felt bad about him because not only did he suffer the injury, but it seemed the first thing that had occurred to him was saying sorry to his fans. And I was just so worried… and sorry at the same time because I’d also reposted the pic and I was feeling like I shouldn’t have because he wouldn’t have wanted his fans to worry about him - (I deleted my repost as soon as someone advised me to). I am relatively new to all this, and another fan kindly shared with me the so-called history of JG’s past injuries and how, each time such an accident happened, he tried to reassure his fans he was doing fine by posting pics to his social media accounts. Even now I just can’t seem to find the right words (worried? scared? freaked out? sorry? or all of these..) to describe how I felt, but what does it matter how I felt? His speedy recovery comes first and everything else takes a back seat. hope the injury wasn’t anything serious and I hope he continues to enjoy his hobby…safely.

#lee joon gi #lee jun ki #이준기

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munsons-maiden · 2 years

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𝐀 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐎𝐟 𝐋𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟗

𝐀/𝐍 | This fanfic is a re-write of Episode 9, and - as a Reylo shipper as well as Kylo Ren girl - it was my way of coping after watching the movie back in 2019. It’s one of the first stories I’ve ever written, and it’s not completed yet (but close to; there are only one or two chapters left) but I’m definitely open to finish it so every kind of feedback would be appreciated. I am no longer writing new stories for Reylo or Star Wars - bear in mind that all the Reylo fanfics you can read on this blog are old ones!

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 | Rey x Kylo Ren

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 | 9

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 | Luke Skywalker is dead - and so is hope in the galaxy, it seems. Despite everything that happened between Rey and Kylo Ren in Snoke’s throne room, and everything that didn’t happen, the strange bond connecting Rey with Leia’s lost son lives on, haunting and taunting her in her weakest moments. How could Rey ever shut her enemy out of her heart if she doesn’t even know how to shut him out of her mind? Does she even want to shut him out - or is the Force Bond to Ben Solo the key to protect the galaxy from the new threat that has risen after Snoke’s violent demise?

𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭 | angst with a happy ending, enemies to lovers, slow-burn, eventual smut

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 | 7 k

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | angst

𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ♡

𝐀𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬, 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐝 🖤

↢[𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫]

Poe, Chewie and the droids were in the cockpit, preparing the launch into hyperspace and the landing on Ahch-To while Rey, Ben, Finn and rose sat around Chewie’s chess table in the living compartments.

To describe the atmosphere as awkward would have been an understatement. Rose just stared silently at the ground while Ben and Finn continued their sulky glaring-contest.

“You’re still wearing black”, Finn finally commented on Ben’s clothes. He’d taken off the black overcoat but still wore the tunic and black pants.

“And next you’ll tell me how that means I’m still an enemy”, Ben retorted with another annoyed glance.

Finn looked as if he wanted to reply something but couldn’t find a clever reply.

Rey’s heart clenched at how her best friend and the man she loved hated each other with a passion.

She felt a wave of compassion for Ben surge through her. He’d saved her life and had given up everything for her. She had promised to help him turn, and she intended to keep the promise.

“Finn, that’s enough. I understand your anger. But he saved my life. Twice. He killed Snoke for me, as I already told you. And two days ago, he was ready to give his own life to save me, again. If I hadn’t somehow been able to pull him back to me, he would have died for me.”

There was an awkward silence before Finn answered.

“You already told us. But – he’s Kylo Ren!”

“He’s Ben Solo. Leia’s son. If you can’t give him a second chance – not even for me – then do it for Leia, at least.”

“He doesn’t even have to give me a chance”, Ben interrupted, “I mean, thanks for helping, but I don’t need his sympathy.”

Maybe he’s even worse at social interactions than me, Rey thought as she let out a deep sigh.

“You see?”, Finn told Rey, then turned back to Ben. “What’s your problem?”

“Darth Plagueis is my problem”, Ben retorted. “But not you. You’re irrelevant.”

Oh stars.

“Stop it! Both of you!”, Rose chided before Finn could mutter his response. “We need to stop Darth Plagueis. If we’re done with that and still alive by then, you can hit away at each other to your heart’s content. For now, shut up.”

All three of them stared at Rose. She seemed to contemplate if she should carry on with her outburst.

With a glare at Finn, she told him: “My sister died for the cause of the Resistance; a child died so we could save the others from the academy. And there you are, holding grudges like a little brat.”

With that, Rose stood and rushed out of the living quarters, while Finn let himself sink a little deeper into his seat.

When she was gone, Ben threw Finn a glance that might have been a slightly smug.

“If I were you, I’d go and apologize”, he told him.

Rey wondered what had happened between Finn and Rose since the last time she’d seen them to cause such an outburst from the otherwise quiet Rose. After Finn had told her about the events on Crait, Rey had thought Finn and Rose would soon become more than just friends. She pondered if she should talk to Rose or Finn about it; to Rey, a situation like this felt like the Outer Rim of social interactions.

The Falcon rattled a little as it jumped out of hyperspace. They were on Ahch-To.

***

[Ahch-To, Luke’s island]

The landscape was rough and rocky, the rolling waves of the ocean below were crashing into the cliffs with thundering claps. The wind howled like a hoard of wookies, carrying with it the distant cries of porgs and splashes of saltwater.

“This is where Luke had been hiding the whole time?” Ben felt strange as he climbed the stone steps to reach the little huts that lined the northern slope. They stood neat rows with flat walls connecting them to each other like pearls on a string.

Finn was right behind them; he’d insisted on accompanying Rey and Ben on their way to the temple, either to prevent Ben from murdering Rey or to murder Ben himself – Ben wasn’t certain at this point.

When they arrived at the grass-covered plateau, two tiny creatures waddled toward them to greet them in a strange language Ben had never heard before.

“Guardians”, Rey explained in hushed tones, “they’re the keepers of the island. They maintain the huts and the temple.”

One of them seemed to recognize Rey, elbowed her friend beside her. Then, both growled something and stared at Rey with a dark expression before they turned and vanished inside one of the stone huts.

“Um. Somehow, I get the impression that they don’t seem to like you”, Ben noticed. It was more of a question than a statement. Rey just shrugged. Finn, who had arrived right behind them at the top of the stairs let out a quiet chuckle. It sent a pang of jealousy through Ben – oh stars, did Rey feel that through the Bond? – to think that Rey and Finn shared a secret running gag. Of course they do, he chided himself for the feeling. They were best friends, of course they had inside jokes. The thought didn’t ease Ben’s envy.

“That’s because they really don’t like me”, Rey admitted drily.

“Why? I mean, you didn’t burn down anything, did you?”

Now, Finn let out a loud huff.

“I… shot a hole into one of the huts. By accident. You know…” She threw a sideways glance at Finn, who didn’t seem to notice.

Ben remembered the day, of course he did. The blaster bolt had been meant for him. However, he was surprised Rey’s explanation turned into an enumeration.

“After that, I crashed a boulder into a cart with their work equipment – that was an accident. Then, I stole the ancient Jedi texts from their sacred temple. Borrowed”, she corrected herself, “which was not an accident. And because of me – well, us – Luke blew up another hut.”

Ben didn’t know what to respond, so he opted to stay in the safe zone and just stayed quiet.

Rey came to a stop in front of another set of stairs and slowly turned towards Finn.

“The temple is up there, on top of the hill”, she told him. “Finn, I appreciate that you came with us all those stairs, but I think it’s better if you waited here for us.”

Finn’s gaze flickered between Ben and Rey, but to Ben’s surprise, he just nodded and sat down on one of the stone walls.

They took the last round of stairs and rounded the hill.

“Where is the Uneti-Tree?”, Ben asked, his eyes scanning the landscape for a huge tree trunk.

“Right there”, Rey murmured. He followed her gaze to a charred area in the otherwise lush grass on the hilltop. There was nothing left of the Uneti-tree, not a single piece of its trunk.

“What happed here?”, Ben wondered. Dread shot through him.

“This time, it wasn’t me.”

“Maybe it was Luke”, he suggested.

Rey had already started to make her way to the burnt circle. Having arrived, she let herself sink down to the charred grass. Flakes of ashes drifted around her in the wind like black snow.

Ben followed right behind her. “What do we do now?”, Rey breathed.

Ben reached out and gently pulled a flake of ash out of a loose strand of her hair that was whipped by the wind. She looked at him with dread.

“Those were our answers. Burnt to ashes. What do we do now?”

Ben shrugged helplessly. “There will be another way. There’s always another way, we just have to find it.”

She thought about that and for a moment, the only sounds were the raging ocean beneath and the bird’s wailing.

“Rey.” She looked up, tears shimmering in her hazel eyes. He wanted to pull her into his arms and hold her, tell her everything would be okay. But he didn’t have the guts to do it. He never had.

Instead, he went on talking. “You told me there were paintings in the trunk. And the books, of course, but you stole – sorry, took – them which means at least the texts are safe. Maybe the wall paintings wouldn’t have helped at all. When you were inside the tree, did it seem to you like an entryway into a mystical world of death?”

Rey sniffled, then shook her head in contemplation.

“That’s good”, Ben told her. It seemed to cheer her up a little, so he continued rambling.

“If the entrance to the World between Worlds wasn’t in that tree, it didn’t burn down. You’re sure it has to be somewhere on Ahch-To. We can sift through the whole planet if necessary, island after island. There will be some other ancient tree, or” – he looked around helplessly, his eyes scanning the barren landscape – “or a creepy cave or something –“

“The cave!”, Rey shouted at him. “Oh my stars, of course!”

He didn’t exactly know to react to this outburst.

“Ben, the cave!” She was too agitated to form coherent sentences.

“Umm…”

She sprung up and grabbed his arm to pull him a little down toward her. Would she kiss him now? His mind was reeling and his heart stumbling. She came closer…

“THE CAVE!”, she shouted in his face. Finally, it clicked. The cave. She had told him about a cave she’d been in, right before their hands touched through the Bond. That touch had outshone everything else in his memories.

“That was here?”, he asked. A stupid question, but he was still flustered at how close she’d been a few heartbeats ago.

“YES!”

“You told me there was a mirror”, he recalled, “and it wanted to show you your parents but didn’t. You never told me what it showed you, actually.”

“It was a silhouette. I’d thought it was – never mind what I thought. It turned out to be only me. Which made sense, because I don’t have parents anymore. I was alone at the time.”

“You weren’t”, he breathed. She didn’t hear him through the howling wind and crashing waves.

“We need to get down this hill and into the cave.”

“Yes, we will. But not now”, he told her, pointing towards the horizon were the sun had begun to set, sending streaks of fiery red across the sky.

“It’s not wise to explore dark caves by night. Anyways, we’ve barely slept the last two days and we were dead. I think it’s okay to take a rest. We’ll check your cave as soon as the sun rises.”

A thought seemed to cross her mind and he could feel her horror through the Bond.

“What is it?”, he asked softly.

“I just never thought about what we’d do if we actually found the doorway to the World between Worlds. It’s stupid, but I just realized one of us would have to…”

He had thought about it, though. The knowledge how much Rey feared to lose him made him happy and frightened at the same time. He didn’t want her to be afraid of anything anymore.

“We’ll talk about what to do when we find the doorway after actually finding it”, he suggested.

***

A few feet behind them, unnoticed by both, a silhouette had manifested, its blue hue glowing even more in the sunset. Luke watched them closely as they began their ascent from the hill. They had found to each other, finally. But there was a darkness awakening the Galaxy, threatening to suffocate his nephew’s newfound happiness.

The smile vanished from his face. Hopefully, Ben would be the first Skywalker – or Solo – to get a happy ending. He still had a long way to go.

***

Ben was standing in the middle of the Falcon’s cockpit. The only source of light were the millions of stars in the night sky, their faint glow flooding through the cockpit’s windows, tinting the interior and Ben’s silhouette in a silver hue. It was peaceful.

He’d come here to contemplate the last few days and the change they had brought. It had happened so fast. When he woke in the mornings, he always thought himself in his old quarters, aboard his Stardestroyer – and was relieved when he noticed that he wasn’t anymore.

The Falcon’s cockpit brought back so many memories of his childhood. It hadn’t all been bad. Over the years, Ben had told himself so many times how bad a father Han Solo had been, but standing in the cockpit, the happy memories he’d tried to extinguish from his mind resurfaced, hitting him with a wave of emotions.

There were vague, hazy images of himself as a toddler, sitting on his father’s lap in the pilot’s seat, and of him as a young child, dreaming of becoming the Galaxy’s best pilot one day, just like his father. You will be, Han Solo had always told Ben. You’re my son, after all. You have a natural talent as a pilot.

It had turned out that Ben had also inherited his grandfather’s natural talent to wield the Dark Side of the Force, as well.

Ben wished so badly to hear his father’s voice one last time, to tell him that he’d found his way back to the light, that he was in love… He smiled at the thought of how his father would’ve given him tips to tell Rey about his feelings. But Han Solo wasn’t there anymore, and it was Ben’s fault.

“I’m so sorry, dad”, he choked.

But the silence in the cockpit remained. His father wouldn’t answer; never again. Ben was only met with deafening silence.

***

Rey. The voice echoed in her head. She was in the forest on Starkiller Base, again. But Ben was nowhere to be seen. She stood between the trees, the snow falling silently all around her, the flakes catching in her hair and melting.

You could have killed him, Rey. You can still do it.

She looked at the blue blade in her hands.

Yes. Kill him. She began to slowly make her way through the trees. She had to find Ben. Warn him. But the voice mustn’t know that.

Do it, Rey. Feel this power. Taste it. KILL HIM.

“NO!” She woke with a start. A dream. Her heavy breathing slowed a little. Ben. She had to find Ben. She untangled from the sheets, careful not to wake Rose who was stirring in her sleep on the cot beside her. They were all fast asleep.

She couldn’t forget the voice, and it was time to tell Ben. He would understand it. He would be there for her.

She tiptoed through the Falcons corridors, not sure what to do. Should she wake him or wait until morning? But two days had gone by since they were aboard the Falcon and they never had a moment alone.

Before she could make a decision, she stopped in her tracks. She was standing just before the cockpit’s entrance, and the doors weren’t closed. Ben was standing in the middle of the cockpit, deep in his own thoughts. Her heartbeat accelerated.

“Ben.”

He whirled around; it was obvious that she’d given him a fright.

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay. Why aren’t you asleep?”, he asked.

Rey hesitated. “I had another nightmare.”

He looked at her, waiting for her to continue. He would never pressure me into telling him if I didn’t want to, Rey thought. A wave of affection flooded the connection between them.

She knew he could feel it, too.

“I’ve been having those dreams for a while now. Most of the time…” She choked on the words. He was beside her in an instant, his hands hovering just above her shoulder but unsure if he should touch her.

“In those dreams, I kill you, Ben.”

“But they are nothing more than that: dreams. You would never kill me, Rey.”

A lump had formed in her throat.

“In the forest on Starkiller Base, when you were on the ground. That’s when I heard that voice first. It was telling me to kill you – not telling, that’s the wrong word. It… spurred me on to kill you.”

Ben shrugged. “You didn’t.”

“That’s not the point. Since then, I’ve been hearing it more regularly. The next time it spoke to me, it was in Snoke’s Throne Room, after we’d defeated the red guards and fought over the lightsaber. You were on the ground again, unconscious. But that time, it was different. On Starkiller Base, I thought that voice belonged to me. I don’t know, some kind of intuition. But that day in the Throne Room, hearing it for the second time, I knew with all my heart that it wasn’t my inner voice, but something else.”

“And then the dreams started?”

Rey nodded in exasperation. “Then the nightmares started. And the voice was there every night, telling me to kill you. In those dreams, I complied – until tonight.”

She let herself fall to the hard floor of the cockpit and Ben sat down beside her.

“Ben, I think it’s Plagueis. It has always been Plagueis. I realised when you told me that he was back and you could hear his voice in your head.”

“So that was his plan all along”, Ben concluded. “He wanted us to finish each other off so that there would be no one left to stop him. Luke had taken on a life in isolation, and my mother had never trained to use the Force. We were the only ones left to oppose him, and we are the only ones now. But the one thing that just doesn’t make sense is how – “

He stopped. Realization dawned on his face and he gasped.

“Ben? What is it?” Rey was beginning to panic as she felt his shock and anger through the Bond.

“Oh my stars. It was Plagueis. All this time it was Plagueis.”

“Yes, that’s what I’ve tried to tell you –“

“No. Rey… what if he was Snoke?”

They stared at each other.

“Wait. You mean…”

“It’s not impossible, is it? If Plagueis somehow managed to come back from the dead – it’s possible, I’ve done it two days ago! The Whills must have – I don’t know their role. But what if Plagueis had managed to find a body to occupy, as a vessel? When Palpatine, his student who had murdered him in his sleep, had been defeated, he built up a new Empire. As Snoke.”

“You were able to come back because I helped you. If Plagueis can come back, too, that means he has help as well”, Rey deduced.

Ben nodded and frowned, deep in his own thoughts.

“Do you think Snoke – Plagueis – really connected us through the Force? I never believed him that he had created the Bond between us. Never”, he said after a while.

Rey nodded in agreement. The question was: what had connected them? Had it been the Force itself and if it had – why?

“In retrospect, it makes sense. Snoke always wanted me to kill you, Rey. That’s why I killed him at last. I always wanted to be free of his control, but the moment he laid his hands on you, something just snapped.”

The look she gave him sent his heart racing again.

“You did it for me.”

“Did you really doubt it?” He looked hurt, now.

“How could I have not? You didn’t come back with me, after I practically mailed myself through space to bring you home. I thought you’d used me to become Supreme Leader. Until you freed me from the First Order and gave your life to save mine.”

“I offered you the Galaxy.” He still sounded aggrieved.

Rey stared at him in disbelief. “I never wanted the Galaxy.”

“Yes. I noticed.”

“I only wanted to be with you. With Ben, not with Kylo.” Finally. Finally, she had found the strength to tell him.

His eyes were wide and the Bond between them was flooded with their emotions. He was so near. It was strange, Rey thought, how much he had changed in those two short days since he’d made the decision to turn for her and save her. He was still wearing black – basically the same clothes he’d worn as Kylo Ren – but the dark circles under his eyes had started to fade and his eyes had lost their haunted, wary expression. She already knew his dark, brooding side, but in the last days she’d come to know and love his humour and lightness as well. She could just bend her head a and kiss him again.

“Rey, I – oh”, another voice chimed in from the door.

That was Finn. She whirled around. He was standing in the doorway to the cockpit, looking as flustered as she felt. His gaze wandered to Ben. It seemed the stars didn’t want her and Ben to have a quiet moment.

“I heard that someone was awake, and I couldn’t sleep so I just came for a little chat… I feel like I should go to bed again. Yes. That’s what I’ll do. Ummm.”

“What did you want to chat about?”, Rey blurted, trying to cover how flustered she was. At least it was dark enough to cover the violent blush she felt creeping up her cheeks. She felt a small pang of anger about Finn disturbing her moment with Ben, but quickly shook it off.

“It can wait until tomorrow. I just – I thought about what Poe said. About the porgs. And I thought, we can’t leave them here, you know. They’ve become pets, just as Rose said.” He was rambling now.

“I should try to sleep, too”, Ben interjected and rose from the ground. He didn’t look at Rey.

“We should talk about it tomorrow”, he suggested. Rey didn’t know which topic he referred to: their feelings for each other, or the horrifying discovery that Plagueis seemed to have been Snoke all the time and had somehow become immortal.

***

As the sun rose, Rey quietly slipped out of the quarters she was sharing with Rose aboard the Falcon – the Falcon was a lot more comfy than the huts on the hill with their stone benches for a bed, and much warmer – Rose didn’t even stir in her sleep.

Rey and Ben hadn’t told anybody what they were about to do. After all, they didn’t exactly know themselves what their plan to search for the entrance entailed.

Rey hadn’t slept all night. She’d never been this tired in her life, not even after scavenging for twenty hours on some days to scrap together enough parts to change for something to eat, but sleep just wouldn’t come. After going to bed, the thoughts churning in her head about Plagueis, Snoke and Ben dead in her arms and the all-consuming terror to lose him again had kept her awake.

Sunrise hadn’t brought any relief but only increased her dread. No matter what it meant for the Galaxy, she hoped they’d never find the entryway to the World between Worlds. If they found it, she swore, she wouldn’t let Ben go through it, but do it herself. She’d rather die than lose him.

“Are you okay?”, Ben asked hesitantly as she met him in front of the Falcons ramp. He’d wrapped himself in the black cape he’d always worn as Kylo Ren.

The sun had just risen above the hills, tainting the glittering ocean beneath the island in all hues of red. Rey would have loved the view and the colours on every other day, but today – in the light of what might lay ahead of them – it reminded her of a sea of blood. She quickly turned away from the view.

“I’m feeling sick”, she told him honestly, thanking the stars that she hadn’t eaten anything for breakfast – or dinner last night, for that matter – or else she would have thrown up by now. “But let’s go. Please. The sooner we start…”

Ben understood. “You lead the way”, he told her with a wave of his hands.

“It was somewhere there”, she pointed a hand towards a particularly cutting formation of cliffs. “We need to ascend from there. It was dark when I’d last been in that cave, but something tells me it’s right there.”

Rey was right. Steep steps were carved into the cliffs. The crevices in the stone walls were filled with nests of cooing porgs who followed the couple with their huge eyes as they ascended the steps, careful not to slip on the wet, slippery stones. The stairs led them to a plateau only a few feet above the ocean, secluded by pointed rocks reaching up towards the grey skies. The sun had almost risen by now.

“Down there?”, Ben asked sceptically as he noticed the black hole in the ground, surrounded by dead, withered seaweed.

Rey nodded and kneeled in front of it.

“Well, I guess it wouldn’t be a sacred mysterious cave if it was plastered with pretty flowers”, Ben muttered as he peered down the abyss that seemed to lead directly into a black void.

“We didn’t bring any light”, Rey noticed.

Ben held up his old lightsaber. “It will make do.”

Before he could hold her back, Rey jumped into the hole. Ben gulped and followed her.

He landed on his feet with a loud thud, the sound echoing off the cave walls. “Great”, he remarked, “that would have alerted every sleeping monster in the neighbouring five systems, as well.”

Rey had to chuckle despite her tension. “It’s okay. Last time I was here, there was no ancient beast to guard the cave. Chances are good that we’re alone.”

Ben had ignited his lightsaber n the meantime, the red light filling the cave with an eerie glow that reflected in his dark eyes as he looked at her first, then let his eyes scan the surroundings. Rey did the same.

It wasn’t a cave at all, she now remembered. When she’d been here last time, she hadn’t taken a moment’s notice of her surroundings; all she remembered was that she’d fallen into a pool of ice-cold sea water. The pool was still there, of course. Rey noticed that it wasn’t really a cave but more of a grotto. The pool was nearly right in its centre, being fed by the ocean.

“Do you think there are tides here?”, she thought out loud. If there were tides, they’d have to keep an eye on the water level if they didn’t want to drown in here. Ben raised his lightsaber toward the nearest stone wall.

“No waterlines and no shells or seaweed on the walls”, he noted. His voice created another echo.

The walls were wet; though, and Rey could taste salt in the air, mingling with the tang of seaweed. The basin was connected to the ocean. She shivered in the cold air, her breath was forming small clouds in front of her, like wisps of mist. Ben noticed her shivering and instantly was at her side, draping his cape around her shoulders.

“Better now?”, he asked. A wave of affection hit her; they were about to enter the world of death – or something like it, at least – in a creepy, dark cave, but he was extremely concerned about her feeling cold.

She gave him a bright smile while clutching the cape a little tighter. It had always looked rough, somehow, but it was the softest fabric she’d ever touched.

“Thank you. It feels like being wrapped up in a cloud.”

Ben returned the smile, his eyes sparkling in the sparse light. They were so close now; Rey could see the little droplets of water that condensed in his hair and shimmered like little rubies in the saber’s flare. She couldn’t help but stare at his smile before she was catapulted back into the gravity of the situation.

“Can I have the saber for a moment, too?”

Ben slowly passed it to her. The metal was cool and heavy in her hands as she turned and pointed the saber toward the furthest wall of the grotto. The red glow was reflected back, and she saw her own silhouette. The mirror was still there, just as she remembered. It wasn’t a mirror, though, but a polished wall of smooth stone. Smooth enough to reflect the whole interior.

“It’s like a cathedral”, Ben breathed in awe. “You can feel how ancient this place is. This grotto must be thousands of years old, maybe even as old as the Force itself.”

Rey shivered again – this time, though, not from the cold. She suddenly felt as if there was something in the cave with them. Something… or someone.

Did you feel that?, she asked through the Bond.

I did, he confirmed.

Together, they stood still and listened, but beside the buzzing of the ignited lightsaber and the splashing and burbling of the seawater in the pool moving with the ocean, there were no sounds.

“I’m pretty sure that if there are any entrances to the world between worlds, one of them is here.”

Rey silently agreed with him. “Do you think it’s the mirror? No”, she answered her own question. “If it was, I would have been sucked through when I touched it.”

“That only leaves the pool.”

They simultaneously turned towards the basin. The water was gurgling as if it was alive.

“I’ll do it”, Ben said and started to make his way to the pool’s edge, but Rey was faster. She blocked his path, still holding his lightsaber.

“No. I won’t lose you again. I’ll do it.”

“Rey”, he whispered, his gaze locking hers. “I’ve been there once already. Plus, you’ve brought me back. You can do it again.”

“And if I don’t?”, she whispered in a broken voice.

“Don’t do this”, he pleaded. “Please. Let me make my own choice. I couldn’t do that for so long, and if I did, the choices I made were the wrong ones. Let me do this one thing right, Rey.”

His voice was so gentle.

“If I can’t bring you back this time…”, she choked.

“You can.” He’d closed the distance between them, gently wiping the tears from her cheeks, which sent her pulse racing.

“I know you can, Rey. Just like Ariadne and her thread of light, remember? You can pull me back with the Bond.”

Rey wished she had his trust in her skills.

“I was only able to pull you back because you let me, Ben. Because you decided to take the thread. What if you go too far? We don’t even know if there is a ‘too far’. Or what if the Whills don’t let you go again? You told me they were the ones who let you go.”

“We won’t know it”, he admitted. “But there is no way I’d let you do this. I know you’re strong and you don’t need anyone to protect you, Rey. But I’m begging you to let me protect you this time.”

He pulled his hand away from her cheeks. She gave him a small nod and stepped aside to let him pass. He knelt down beside the basin, his hand hovering above the water’s shimmering surface.

“I think I need to get into the water completely”, he said.

“It’s ice-cold. You’ll freeze!”

“It’s the pathway into one of the worlds of death. I think freezing and drowning just fit into that whole door-to-death-thing.” He didn’t mean it as a jest; his voice was completely sober.

As he began to step into the basin, Rey couldn’t hold herself back any longer.

“Wait!”, she called out, her voice brittle.

She closed the distance between them, stood on her toes and pulled him into a kiss. He gasped in surprise and for a brief second Rey dreaded he wouldn’t kiss her back. But he did. Her head spun as he locked her in his embrace and kissed her. He tasted of salt and her own tears and her head spun with joy and dizziness. The kiss seemed to last forever, and Rey never wanted to let go. She tangled her hands in his hair and he sighed, pulling her even closer. So close that she could feel his own heart racing in his chest. The Force – or rather, the Bond connecting them, that beautiful thread of light – seemed to whirr with their emotions. She could feel his love for her humming through their connection.

As they finally parted, they were both breathless. Then, Ben gave her another radiant, dazzling smile.

“I should probably stop dying right after you kiss me”, he panted. His voice was shaky.

“So, you remember the kiss!” Rey gave him a bashful but delighted smile.

“I could never forget it. I wasn’t so sure if you meant it that way… which was a stupid thought, in hindsight”, he admitted.

“Don’t you dare die again, Ben Solo, do you understand me? If you die, I’ll follow right behind you and drag you back.” The tears had started flowing again. Ben’s eyes were brimming with tears, too.

“I’ll come back for you, sweetheart”, he whispered while gently tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “I promise.”

With one last glance at her, he turned towards the burbling waters of the basin which almost sounded gleeful. As if it was alive.

Ben didn’t take off his clothes, he just waded into the water until he was standing in the centre of the pond, the water only at his waist. A few rays on daylight floated through the hole in the cave’s ceiling, casting his dark hair in a ghostly hue.

“It’s not deep”, he stated the obvious and Rey knew he was trying to calm her. It didn’t work.

His gaze fixed on hers, he took one last deep inhale, then let himself sink beneath the pool’s surface.

As soon as the last of his black strands had vanished, the water’s surface began to change. It became as calm as if it was made of glass, then small crystals of ice started to form at the pool’s edges, spreading out towards the centre. In only a few seconds, the basin had completely frozen over.

Rey started to scream.

***

He was back in the forest. This time, he was certain that it was the forest of his home on Chandrila – not the same forest, but its reflection.

The fog was there, too, closing in on him from all sides. It would have frightened him, had he been here for the first time, but he knew it just belonged to this world like the ferns belonged to the woods on Chandrila. It was part of it.

The glowing thread of light – the Force Bond, he knew now – appeared in front of him. But he wouldn’t take it yet.

“Whills?”, he called out and started to walk through the fog. He didn’t know in which direction he was going, but he felt it didn’t matter, anyway. This place held you captured until you crossed into whatever lay beyond or were pulled back. It was impossible to find the way out on your own. The glowing thread of light followed him, always hovering a few feet in front of him, radiating a soft warmth. He reached out his hands towards it, barely touching it, just to let Rey know he was still there at the other end.

“Whills? It’s Ben Solo. Again.” The fog had thickened, and Ben came to a halt. He didn’t want to walk right into a tree. No one answered. But he felt as if something was watching him again – or rather sensing him. Did this place have a consciousness of its own? Or were the Whills the consciousness of the World between Worlds?

He knew now that this place looked different to everyone – Luke had told him, last time he was here. He wanted to call out for his mother and his uncle, then remembered what they had told him. Force Ghosts couldn’t stay in the World between Worlds for more than a few seconds.

Just as Ben thought he’d have to wander these woods forever to find the Whills, they seemed to have found him.

It’s not wise to come back, their thousand tiny voices whispered all around him. This place is not for the living.

“I know. I’m…sorry.” He hesitated. “I did not want to come back, but I have some questions. I beg you to answer them, if you will allow it.”

You felt it.

“I did”, he admitted. “Something evil has awakened in the Galaxy.”

It did come from this place, the Whills whispered. Their voices sounded like a hive of bees; humming and vibrating in his head.

“Plagueis.” It wasn’t a question.

Whatever he may be called in the world of the living, they confirmed. Ben had known it, but the validation sent a freezing fear through him.

“Did he leave this world already?”

He is preparing himself to leave in this very moment.

“How is he doing it?”

We do not know.

That was strange, he thought. He had taken to thinking of the Whills as some omniscient beings. Ben could feel the Whills’ fury about Plagueis’ ruse, and inevitably, unease was creeping through him; if the Whills didn’t want Plagueis to leave the World between Worlds… would they let him leave again?

They seemed to feel his growing disquiet.

His ways to leave are unnatural. Yours are true.

“The Force Bond?”

A dyad in the Force, life itself connecting two souls that belong together, they confirmed. You may call it fate.

They were right. It had always felt like fate was bringing him and Rey together – from the first time he had seen her, in the forests of Takodana, he’d felt the pull towards her, like a peculiar gravity. He knew she had felt it too, when he had tried to interrogate her through the Force. Was that the moment the Bond had formed?

A Bond like yours does not form, the Whills answered his silent question. You are born with it. It can never be broken. It will always connect you with her.

Hearing this, a feeling of happiness flooded him. Fate itself had bound them together. It was beautiful. That pull to the light he had always felt tugging at him, even in his darkest hours, had always been her.

He gathered his thoughts, focusing again on the more pressing reasons he was here.

“So, that means Plagueis doesn’t have a thread of light that binds him to life, but he somehow managed to do it, anyway”, he summed up. “Has he ever been to this place before?”

Yes.

So Plagueis had been Snoke.

“So, you don’t know how he finds his way out of the World between Worlds, but as soon as he does, he inhabits another body?”

Yes.

Something seemed to stir. A shadow. Ben could feel it creeping towards him, seeping through the white fog in tendrils of black smoke.

“How many doorways to this world do exist?”, he wanted to know.

Only two.

His time was running out. The soft buzzing of the Whills rose until it became a loud whirring. Whatever was seeping towards him, it seemed to disturb them as well.

He’s coming for you.

“Can you tell me how to stop him?”, he pressed on, frantically searching his surroundings for the golden glowing thread. It was right beside him.

“Please. We need to stop him.”

There is only one way. There mustn’t be anything left to chain him to the World of the Living. Then, he needs to cross over.

“Cross over into death? The afterlife?”

The darkness beyond the World between Worlds. He needs to cross over. He’s coming for you.

What do we have here? Have you finally come to visit me, boy?

Plagueis. He was here. His voice was sharp, like a shard of glass, his presence sending ripples of darkness through the Force.

The darkness had coiled around him like thick, black smoke from the fire, suffocating him. Blinding him. He couldn’t see the thread of light anymore.

He wanted to scream out for Rey, but he couldn’t breathe. He reached out his hand, feeling for the warmth of the Bond – and found it. He grabbed it with both hands, and a bright beam of golden light shot through the darkness around him. The black coils of smoke curled away from it as if they feared its power.

More veins of light were shooting through the smoke, which started to dissolve. No, not dissolve, he saw; it fled from the light.

Ben gave the thread another tug, and the light enveloped him.

With a gasp, he opened his eyes – and swallowed a gush of freezing-cold water. His lungs felt as if they were on fire and it was dark again, only a few bursts of light floated above him. He raised his hands and met something cold and solid. Ice. The pool’s surface had frozen over, capturing him in his watery grave.

Before he could start to panic, there was a crash, and someone grabbed his arms, hoisting him up and out of the basin. He broke the surface and gasped for air, struggling to breathe.

“I told you! I told you not to die, Ben!”, Rey was screaming at him. He felt the wet stone beneath him as he rolled onto his hands, heaving up gushes of ice-cold saltwater. Rey was beside him in a heartbeat, wiping wet strands of hair out of his face. And finally, his lungs filled with air again. He felt her draping the woollen cape around his shoulders, then realized he was shaking. The water droplets in his hair were freezing again.

“I swear to you, Ben, if I have to drag your ass back from the dead one more time, I’ll riot”, she told him.

“I’m sorry”, he wheezed as the dizziness in his head started to subside and his vision cleared again. He rolled onto his back, too weak to stand up. Rey was still kneeling beside him, soaked to the skin; her buns had come lose and her hair was a tangled wet mess.

“What happened? Did the Whills want to keep you there? I could feel your terror through the Force, and there was something else – what was that?”, she blurted.

“He was there. Plagueis was there.”

Ben was still busy catching his breath. The burning feeling in his lungs started to subside at least.

Rey stared at him agape.

“That something you felt through the Bond, that was him. Rey, he found me in the World between Worlds. He knows that we’re trying to find a way to destroy him”, Ben continued to explain, not sure if she even listened – she just stared at him in horror.

He rose from the freezing stone floor of the cave. With a glance at her wet, trembling form, he raised his cloak in a silent question. She understood, and – still a little hesitant – nuzzled up against him. He drew the cloak a little tighter around them, trying to shield them from the cold.

“Rey, we need to get back to the ship. You’re freezing.” He started to steer her towards the cave’s entrance. They would have to climb the jagged stone walls to get out.

“Have we found a way to destroy him?”, she finally whispered with clattering teeth, fear casting a cloud over the glint in her hazel eyes. Ben couldn’t tell if she was shaking due to the cold or the prospect of Plagueis’ attack on him; he just pulled her into a soothing embrace. She was so small, and she looked so frail – opposing to how he’d never won a lightsaber-fight against her. Not once.

“Yes. The Whills told me what to do – I’ll tell you later. We need to get back to the Falcon first and warm ourselves, okay?”

Now that he knew that Rey and Ben had found out a way to stop him, it was likely that Plagueis would try everything to eliminate them, Ben knew.

***

“Where have you been?”, Finn shouted and began to sprint towards Ben and Rey as soon as they’d made their way back to the Falcon. They were both soaked through and trembling beneath Ben’s black cloak they were sharing.

Finn stopped dead in his tracks, his gaze traveling over their dripping forms until he noticed their intertwined hands. His stared at them agape but didn’t comment on it.

“I’m sorry”, Rey said. “We should have told you where we were going. But I swear, you wouldn’t have believed it, anyway.”

Ben threw Finn a glance that he hoped would tell him I’m not sorry, and I still don’t like you. Finn reciprocated the glare.

Inside the Falcon, they were met by the others – Rose threw her arms around Rey and pulled her into a relieved hug.

“You can’t just vanish!”, she chided.

“Well, she shouldn’t. He can vanish any time.”

“Poe!”

“By the holy stars, what happened?” Rose waved at Ben and Rey.

The two were still huddled together under Ben’s woollen cape, water dripping out of their hair and clothes, leaving small puddles on the Falcon’s floor. Chewie wouldn’t like that.

“We need to dry off, first”, Rey told Rose. “Ben found a way to stop Plagueis. Can you assemble everyone in the living quarters?”

Even with Plagueis’ return from the dead, and the lasting terror about Ben’s second trip to the World between Worlds, Rey felt happiness rushing through her, stronger than ever. Ben had kissed her. He’d called her sweetheart. He loved her.

What the Force had showed her all those weeks ago, when her hand had touched Ben’s, had finally come true: he’d turned for her, and he was with her. She had found the love and happiness she’d longed for her whole life. Rey was ready to fight tooth and claw to defend it.

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