#last night when i was watching part 2 something Awoke in me

[somekindofloser]

i love how offended he looks when michael appears

[rosyblooom]

blooming season🌷 (1) | ln4

"grief is just love with no place to go”

PAIRING: lando norris x fem nepo!reader WORD COUNT: 2.6k WARNING(S): mentions of death & blood, swearing SUMMARY: four years after she fled monaco, y/n is back on the anniversary of her father's death. however, an unexpected encounter with an f1 driver disrupts her plans. A/N: my first time doing this, so probably has errors. if you've got any thoughts or requests pls let me know xoxo hope u enjoy! :)

part 1 <- | part 2

The scent of salt still lingers in the air, but now it feels different, not as welcoming as it used to be. It's a painful reminder of days gone by, days filled with joy and warmth that now seem distant and unattainable. No matter how hard you try, you can't shake off the memories, replaying them in your mind like a scratched vinyl record that refuses to play properly.

Today marks four years since your father's passing, and four years since you left Monaco. You were just eighteen then, fresh out of high school, when the news of your father's tragic car accident hit you like a ton of bricks. In a desperate attempt to escape the overwhelming sorrow, you packed your bags that very night and left before the weight of it all drowned you.

You couldn't bring yourself to attend your father's funeral, clinging to the hope that maybe, just maybe, it wasn't real. But deep down, you knew the truth—your father was gone, and nothing could change that. Even as you threw yourself into your studies, pursuing a nursing degree, the pain never truly went away.

And now, here you are, sitting alone on this deserted stretch of beach, watching the waves crash against the shore in a steady rhythm.

This spot holds a special place in your heart, known only to a handful of locals—a fact you couldn't be more grateful for. Here, away from the watchful eyes of tourist crowds, you find solace as you simply listen to the earth rotate.

You exhale slowly, leaning forward to brush the sand from your palms before reaching into your bag for the bottle of red wine nestled inside. It takes a bit of effort to uncork it completely, but the satisfying pop is worth the wait. With careful precision, you fill a wine glass to the brim with the rich, maroon liquid—something to take the edge off.

"Welcome back, Y/N," you whisper to yourself, lifting the glass in a silent salute. "Thank you, thank you. I can't imagine anything worse."

A bitter chuckle escapes your lips, a stark contrast to your usual composed demeanour. It's been 1,460 days, yet it feels like your world only just came crashing yesterday.

Needing calm now, you take a sip of the wine, savouring its sweetness, when the sound of approaching footsteps catches your attention, pulling you back to the present moment.

"Seriously?" you think to yourself, feeling your heart plummet like a stone sinking into deep waters. You took every precaution to keep your return under wraps—after all, you paid good money for that privilege.

Arriving just last night, you made it a point to rise at the crack of dawn, a time before the world awoke; a time when it's just you and no one else. You couldn't bear the idea of facing the prying eyes that would surely accompany the day ahead. For once, you didn't want to be known as the daughter of one of Monaco's wealthiest families; you simply wanted to be yourself, stripped of titles and expectations—a daughter mourning her father.

Feeling like a trapped animal, you become acutely aware of every sound and movement, your gaze locked on the figure approaching.

A man.

His brown curls bounce with each step until he comes to an abrupt stop just a few feet away from you.

With a small wave and a nod, he greets you with a simple "Hey."

It takes a moment for you to register that the greeting is directed at you, causing you to tear your gaze away without a response. Your eyes flit between the gentle ripples of the sea and the man settling down uncomfortably close, prompting an annoyed grunt to escape your lips.

“Fuck spatial awareness, huh…,” you mutter under your breath, though not quiet enough to evade his notice. He slips off his black headphones, eyebrows raised in curiosity. "Sorry, what?"

You clear your throat, then sit up straight and gesture expansively. "All this space, and you have to sit right next to me?”

He smiles.

Your gaze narrows.

"But I'm not right next to you," he retorts with a playful grin. "You're all the way over there." He points towards you and then at himself. "And I'm right here."

"Well, it's still too close," you snap.

"Sorry, did you buy this beach or something?" he counters, his grin widening. "Last time I checked, it's open to all members of—."

Growing increasingly frustrated, you interject, "No, I didn't buy anything. I just want some personal space. But clearly, that's lost on you."

With a scoff, you spring to your feet, snatching up your towel and cramming it into your bag, sand and all.

"Wait, you don't have to leave," he insists, his footsteps drawing closer. But you pay him no mind, tossing your phone into your bag and hastily gathering the rest of your belongings from the ground.

Once everything is crammed into your bag, you snatch up your half-empty glass of wine and stand upright, only to feel a foreign warmth enveloping your hand and glass. The man now stands directly in front of you, invading your personal space completely; you have to tilt your head back slightly to meet his piercing green gaze.

"Look, I'm sorry if I did something wrong, but—" he begins, but you cut him off sharply.

"Way too close now," you snap, attempting to pull your hand away, but he refuses to release his grip.

"You do realise I'm trying to apologise, right?" he asks, confusion evident in his eyes.

"I don't care."

His grip remains firm. "There's plenty of space for both of us here."

"It doesn't matter anymore," you respond, your patience wearing thin.

The struggle continues, your voice growing louder with each tug. "Let go of the fucking glass!"

Suddenly, a sharp yell pierces the air, followed by the hollow thuds of broken glass hitting the ground. Shock washes over you as you barely register the sticky liquid trickling down your hand and onto your toes.

"Ah, shit," he exclaims, snapping you out of your daze. You quickly assess the situation, noticing the shattered remnants of the wine glass scattered on the ground, staining the sand crimson.

Panic sets in as you frantically check your hand and feet for any injuries, your eyes wide with fear. After several anxious moments, you breathe a sigh of relief.

I'm okay.

The tranquillity is abruptly shattered by deep groans echoing through the air, drawing your attention to the man's slumped figure with his back turned to you. His face remains hidden from view.

Though he's clearly in pain, you're tempted to slip on your shoes and make a hasty escape. Today is already burdened with its own weight; you're not sure you can handle any more. You even take a step back, ready to flee, but then something stops you.

A pang of guilt washes over you, weighing you down like heavy bags strapped to your legs. With a heavy sigh, you reluctantly admit to yourself, "I can't believe I'm about to do this."

"Okay, fine. How about you put on your big boy boots and let me take a look at that?" you say, crossing your arms expectantly.

There's no reaction from him, not even a response.

Rolling your eyes, you drop your bag onto the sand and cautiously circle around him until you're face-to-face with his unruly brown curls.

"Hello?" you tap his shoulder, frustration creeping into your voice. "Earth to the stranger who doesn't understand personal space?"

"Seriously?" he retorts, his tone sharp.

His eyes meet yours as he straightens up, his expression guarded, but you simply shrug, maintaining a neutral demeanour, and extend your hand.

"Let me see," you say calmly.

For a moment, he simply stares at you in bewilderment, but then he tentatively extends his hand towards yours.

"I see," you breathe, examining the large cut in his palm with care, mindful not to dirty it with your fingers. Despite the blood seeping from the wound, you release a relieved sigh after a thorough inspection—it's not as deep as it initially appeared.

"Alright," you announce, dropping his hand and clapping your hands together. "Go home, make sure nothing touches that hand, clean the cut, and bandage it. Keep it dry for a couple of days, and then reassess."

Without waiting for a response, you turn towards your bag, sling it over your shoulder, and shoot him one final glance.

"This has been... unpleasant," you remark dryly. "I really hope our paths don't cross again. Goodbye."

"Wait!"

You shake your head and ignore him, determined to continue onward.

"Wait!" he calls out again, desperation evident in his tone. "I don't have any bandages!"

You stop walking, considering his words, but still don't turn around.

"And... I don't have any sanitising stuff either," he adds, his voice trailing off slightly.

Slowly, you turn around and wave your hands dismissively in the air, shouting back, "That's what supermarkets are for! I guess it's time for a shopping trip!"

Just as you're about to spin on your heel and leave again, his voice cuts through the distance.

"Look, you seem like you know what you're doing. Can't you just help me out here?"

Shielding your eyes from the harsh glare of the sun, you squint at him as he begins jogging toward you. "That advice," you shout back, "was me helping you out. Trust me, I wanted to leave way earlier."

For a moment, neither of you speaks as you watch him closing the distance between you. When he finally comes to a halt in front of you, you instinctively take two steps back—you need your personal space.

"So?" he says between pants, waiting for your response.

You furrow your brows, deep in thought. "Well, I don't have anything on me, sorry to disappoint. But like I said, there are shops around here."

You resume your walk, but to your dismay, the guy falls into step with you almost immediately.

"So, what? You have nothing at home?" he presses, his gaze burning into the side of your face.

Refusing to meet his eyes, you increase your speed.

"Right, because I'm just going to invite a stranger," you emphasise, "who I didn't want to be around in the first place, into my home."

His hand suddenly grips your arm, causing you to instinctively rip out of his grasp, both of you coming to an abrupt halt.

"What?" you bark, irritation seeping into your tone.

"You can google me," he offers, his voice calmer now. "Lando Norris, Formula One driver. Search my name up. You'll see pictures—every single detail about me, you'll probably find on the internet. Now I'm not a stranger anymore, right?" he suggests, his gaze pleading.

You remain silent, shifting your focus toward the calm waters as you breathe in and out. It feels as though the world has paused, waiting for you to come to a decision, to reach a conclusion.

Today, the anniversary of your father's death, is a day you've been dreading yet anticipating for so long. Its disruption unsettles you, but deep down, you know you can't simply ignore it. As much as you wish to skip over this chapter of your life, tear out its pages, and never look back, you can't. It's not healthy.

Still, that doesn't mean you can't delay it for a little while longer.

"Fine," you sigh, relenting to the situation, and begin rummaging through your bag until you locate your phone.

Quickly, you extract it and raise it to Lando's face, snapping a photo of him with the flash on.

"What the hell?" he exclaims, blinking rapidly.

"For my protection," you state matter-of-factly. "Just because you're famous doesn't mean you can't be a bad person."

Once his gaze meets yours again, he runs a hand through his hair and offers a sheepish smile. "Fair enough."

You nod, acknowledging his words, and continue your walk toward the car park.

"I'm not a bad person, though," he adds quickly, catching up to you.

"Colour me convinced," you reply dryly.

*********

As you approach the car park, annoyance bubbles within you at the sight of it: filled with cars and swarmed by dozens of people.

"You said you're a Formula One driver, right?" you ask, tilting your head up at Lando.

"Yeah, why?" he responds.

Instead of answering, you grab the hood of his jacket and pull it over his head.

"Why did you do that—" Lando begins, but you cut him off.

"The last thing I need is a mob of your fans, okay?" you interject firmly. "The quicker we get this done, the sooner we can go our separate ways."

Lando chuckles as he adjusts the hood. "I'm really that bad, huh?"

"Worse," you deadpan.

"...Right."

With your raven car in sight, you quicken your pace, relief flooding through you. The last thing you want is for people to realise you're back, especially not today.

However, as if your luck has run out, a woman steps in front of you, blocking your path. You immediately turn your focus to Lando, motioning for him to take a picture with his fan and hurry up.

But instead of the attention falling on him, a weight suddenly falls onto your shoulder, catching you off guard. You clear your throat, preparing to speak, but the woman beats you to it.

"Oh my goodness, Y/N. It's you, isn't it?" the woman exclaims, her voice filled with recognition and sympathy.

You can't reply; your mouth feels dry, your tongue heavy with unspoken words.

No, not today. Please, not today.

"I'm so sorry for your loss, Y/N," she continues, her expression radiating pity. It's uncomfortable—the way she looks at you, the way she touches your shoulder so gently. It feels like you're being burned alive, yet you're immobilised, just as you were four years ago when you first heard the news.

"Your father was such an amazing man. And you, I mean, you've been missed. My daughter loves you—"

Suddenly, you're being pulled forward, jolting you out of your trance. You struggle to keep your balance as you try to comprehend what's happening—the woman is gone, and Lando's hand is firmly clasped around yours, pulling you closer to him.

Your personal space has been completely invaded, yet you don't feel the usual urge to pull away. Even if you did, you're not quite sure Lando would let you.

"Your car's the black one, right?" you hear him ask, but the words don't immediately register.

"Huh?" you mumble, still reeling from the encounter.

"That black car over there," Lando points and leans in close, his gaze locked with yours, "that's yours, right?"

You nod, still not quite ready to speak.

Lando releases your hand and holds out his palm to you. "Okay, car keys, please?"

"What? No," you shake your head, rejecting the idea. "There's no need for that."

"Come on, I'm a Formula One driver, remember? I won't crash it."

"It would be irresponsible of me to let you drive in this state," he adds, his voice firm.

"And what about your hand?" you nod toward the injury.

"Like I said," Lando smiles slyly, cocking his head to the side, "I drive race cars; I think I can handle driving with one hand."

Rolling your eyes, you relent, "Okay, fine."

With a sigh, you fish out the car keys from your bag and hand them over to him.

4:05 ───────────ㅇ─ 4:28

[vanishingstarrs]

midnight haze

katsuki bakugo x reader, slow burn, hurt x comfort, anxiety, fluff, sfw

part 1, part 2, part 3

It was late. You shouldn’t even be awake, but you couldn’t sleep with all that was going on in the world.

So you decided to do something productive: bake. You needed something to focus your energy onto and who didn’t love cookies? You were sure your dorm mates would appreciate some in the morning when they all awoke.

You had very minimal lighting, but were wearing your glasses so that wasn’t an issue. You also had a pair of earbuds in one ear so you could monitor for any noise or disturbances you may be causing by being up so late into the night. The music was soft and meant to be soothing, you hoped it might make you sleepy with time, but it didn’t take and eventually you sat down next to the oven while you waited for your timer to run out.

“What are you doing?”

You nearly jumped, your hand coming up to clutch your chest as you pulled out your earbud and looked up at the person standing there.

“Jesus, you’re quiet.”

“And you’re not.” The blond countered.

You frowned at him,“Sorry, I couldn’t sleep.”

Bakugo sat down across from you, eyes glancing at the oven briefly before looking at you again,“How much longer?”

You glanced at your phone before looking at him and shrugging,“Seven minutes.”

He said nothing as he turned on the stove and placed a pot of water on. He stood and watched it until it was hot enough to pour into a mug with a teabag hanging off the side. He held it out to you, your eyes focused on the fact that it was his mug, his favorite color, his initial, his.

“For me?” You asked, unsure.

“Drink.” He said.

You took it and slowly took a sip, the tea was unfamiliar in taste and you figured it might also be one of his. Usually Momo was the one to offer you tea, you weren’t well versed in them, but did enjoy the taste whenever you had one.

“Did I really wake you up?” You asked as guilt settled in the pit of your stomach.

To your knowledge, Bakugo was a heavy sleeper.

He eyed your timer again.

“No.”

“Oh.”

You didn’t really know what else to say. You stopped the timer before it could make noise and stood up, placing the mug on the counter and picking up an oven mitt instead. The cookies smelt amazing as you pulled them out and part of you wanted to taste one, but the other part worried you’d get judged for eating it so late. Instead, you placed them on a rack to cool and took another sip of the tea.

You felt his gaze on you.

“Aren’t you gonna eat one?” He asked.

You shrugged for the second time,“They’re too hot right now, maybe tomorrow.”

“It’s already tomorrow.” He deadpanned.

There was no way your face wasn’t red as embarrassment flooded your mind, now you felt even worse for him being awake despite him saying it wasn’t your fault. The heat of the tea concealed your blush but fogged up your glasses, which was arguably even more mortifying, as you suddenly remembered that you were wearing them. No one ever saw you in them. You always made sure to wear your contacts in class and in costume for training, around anyone besides your parents.

Before you could do anything about it, the frames were plucked off your face and you watched dumbfounded as Bakugo used his t-shirt to clear them back up for you. You briefly eyed the tiny sliver of skin exposed by him using his shirt.

“Why can’t you sleep?” He brought the lenses up to his eyes to make sure they were good before placing them back on your face.

The question was unexpected, the whole interaction was, in fact. He was the last person you’d expect to care. Well… you didn’t know if he actually cared but still. You gulped, did you want to confide in him? You were never really close, I mean, sure, he didn’t yell at you the way he did the others and often times you’d worked together and managed to take care of your assignments without arguing. But you weren’t friends. At best, he tolerated you.

While you continued to hesitate, he walked over to the rack of cookies and plucked two out of the bunch. He bit into one, showing no signs of liking or hating it.

“How is it?” You couldn’t help seek validation, even if it was from him.

He held out the second cookie to you and you took it. One bite, two, they were fucking amazing. Not to toot your own horn, but if you were good at anything, it was baking.

He finished his off but said nothing on the taste or quality, you had a feeling chocolate chip wasn’t his favorite but didn’t dare ask what was.

“You gonna answer my question?”

You sighed and took another slow sip of tea before the mug was pulled from your hands and you watched Bakugo tip it back and down the rest. You watched with an open mouth as you didn’t know whether to be offended since he’d made it for you or go red at the fact that he’d drink from the same cup as you without care. As he rinsed the mug in the sink and set it down to wash later, he looked back at you with raised brows, okay…

“I’m worried.” You fidgeted with your fingers now that you didn’t have the mug to hold onto,“About Midoriya, about the fate of Japan… the world, actually. I wonder how it’ll all end, and whether all of us will—”

Your voice cracked, you took a deep breath,“You know?”

He sighed. “You gonna cry?”

Okay, that kinda hurt, you thought to yourself. Stubbornly, you held in your remaining feelings as you shook your head, you couldn’t say no or else you’d definitely shed a tear or two.

“Worrying won’t help him, or any of us.” He spoke up after a second,“What you need is rest, so that when they need us we’re able to do something. I know it’s all words or whatever, but that’s about all I can offer. Put your shit away, I’ll walk you back to your room, that tea should be kicking in any minute now.”

You looked at him with a questioning gaze and he scoffed.

“Relax. I didn’t slip you anything, I drank some too. It’s just some shit I buy, it soothes and helps you sleep. C’mon, I’m tired.”

You nodded and left it at that, quickly working to put your baked goods in a cute cookie jar you’d purchased once and writing a note for your classmates to help themselves and that they were fresh. You added that you’d clean up your dishes in the morning and your initials at the end with a smiley face. When you turned back around, Bakugo was waiting and he let you walk ahead of him.

It didn’t take long to reach you door, but when you did what he said surprised you.

“Leave your door open. Mine will be too.” He didn’t say it, but the implication was there. He’d be there if you needed anything.

“Okay.” Was all you responded with.

You didn’t know if it was the tea, or the fact that you felt a little lighter after telling someone a bit of what you were feeling, but you were definitely starting to feel tired and you couldn’t help reach up to rub one of your eyes.

“Nice glasses.” He teased.

You were thankful for the darkness to hide your blush as he ended it with,“Night.”

He was already walking away when you whispered so low he surely couldn’t have heard it,“Night… Bakugo.”

[yeollie-plz]

Watch It Spark | LTF Part: 2

mbf! Joel Miller x F! Reader

Part 1

Synopsis: Your mom moves the two of you back to Texas and attempts to reignite an old flame. What will happen when she learns his candle now burns for you?

Genre: fluff, angst, and smut! the trifecta!

Warnings: divorced parents, mentions of cheating, no Sarah, no outbreak, drinking, age gap (reader is said to be in college but Joel's exact age isn't stated), Tommy's a bit of a sleaze, kissing, 18+ content, p in v sex, (un)protected sex!, lots of different sexual acts, cursing, light breeding kink mention, cockwarming?

All gif credits to owners!

A/N: Sorry this took so long! I don't wanna make excuses but on top of being super busy, I also had severe writer's block. But! Here she is! Just in time for Pedro's birthday!!!

"Shit." Joel's voice sounded out behind you.

Turning, incredulously to him, "Shit? That's all you have to say?" Not even sure what to say yourself.

"I'm sorry baby, but I don't know what else to say. I think shit actually might be the perfect sentiment in this situation." There's a bit of playfulness laced in his voice as he crosses the room to you. But the fun drops as he locks eyes with you, grabbing your hands while rubbing the backs of them with his thumbs in a comforting gesture.

"Are you okay?"

Not sure what else to do, you nod.

"I mean it was inevitable, I just didn't think she would find out like this. Thought maybe I'd be able to ease her into it...maybe...I don't know."

Joel nods as you speak, “You’ll figure it out and she’ll come around, I’m sure. Whatever happens though, I’m right here.”

When you don’t say anything, Joel uses two fingers lift up your chin so your eyes now meet his. You see the certainty in them and he repeats, “I’m right here.”

With the mood ruined, Joel returned home to let you mull over your plan. It felt weird. How do you explain to your mother that you are currently dating her crush? Not something you had on your bingo card that's for sure.

That night you paced back and forth in your room until about 11 o'clock when you decided you just couldn't take the turmoil anymore. Your mom hadn't returned home. So instead of continuing to sit in your torment, you forced yourself to go to bed.

And when you awoke in the morning, there still was no sign of her. Sighing as you closed the door of her bedroom, you dragged yourself down to the kitchen. Your one last hope was that you could put together some grand breakfast for her and it would somehow lure her home. I mean she had to come home eventually anyway, right? She might as well come home to a yummy breakfast.

So there you were sitting alone at the table with a plethora of food laid out in front of you. Not wanting to eat without her, you sat there waiting. Now, almost an hour later, the food turned cold and the house was still empty. Sighing, you pushed yourself out of your chair, made a quick plate and popped it in the microwave to heat up.

As the time ticked down, you leaned against the counter watching it spin like it would make it go faster. The microwaved beeped to signal its end and that's when the front door swung open.

Abandoning the food once again, you rushed into the living room. Your mom's eyes locked onto you immediately as you crashed into the room. Her body visibly tensed up as she sighed at your presence.

"I-I made you breakfast." You rushed out before she could leave or you lost your nerve.

"Breakfast?" Venom dripped from her voice as she repeated your words.

Snapping your mouth shut, you gulped, trying to think of what to say. That's when she sighed again and closed her eyes, pinching her nose bridge as she tilted her head to the side.

"Sweetie, I'm not mad, but I'm also not happy-"

"-I know you liked him, it's just-" You cut her off, your words coming out quick, laced with your nerves. She held up her hand, to cut you off back.

"Let me talk, because honestly I don't want to hear anything from you right now." Another sigh, this time like she was preparing to give a speech, she was. "You got so hurt last time and with your father and I, I'm just scared for you. Sure, I liked Joel but it was never more than an infatuation. I'm not mad because he was never mine to get mad over. You know the night him and Linda dropped me off?"

You nodded in conformation, she continued, "I actually tried to kiss him that night." She laughs at her own stupidity. "He dodged it, playing it off like nothing happened. I'm sure he just didn't want to embarrass me by blatantly telling me he was in a-" A pause as she looks you up and down, tongue running across her front teeth. "-relationship."

You pulled your lip between your teeth as you listened to her speak. How could she be taking this so well? You were way too used to young people drama. People like your mom and Joel knew how to communicate their feelings. Honestly, it was relieving.

"Kind of weird to admit I almost kissed my daughter's boyfriend." Your mom says with anguish. Her face scrunching up in disgust as if she didn't find him attractive just days before.

She lets herself relish in this thought for a second, before continuing again, "I just hope you are keeping yourself safe. I know I already gave you the responsible talk but this is different. I just don't want to see you hurt like the last time."

You took a second to process her words. She didn't care who you were with, she just cared that you didn't go through what you did before. It warmed your heart and relieved a lot of the pent up stress.

"Mom, this time is different. Joel he, uh, he told me himself. I actually told him what happened." Your mom knew this was big for you to tell someone about the whole cheating thing and when you told her that, she visibly relaxed.

A smile graced her lips as she made her way over to her. She held your cheek in her head. You relaxed into the touch, closing you eyes in relief.

"You're happy with him, I can tell. So like I said I'm not mad. A little sad I missed my chance but there will always be someone else. He's good for you, I'm sure of it."

You smiled at her and leaned in to peck your forehead before wrapping you into her arms and holding you tightly. Her body heat radiating you with all the love only a mother had for her child. She pulled away a bit later, holding you at arms length.

"Although, the age difference is a bit much. That one took me a minute to get over." Laughs laced her voice as she spoke.

"I know, took me a bit to accept the initial attraction too but he's just so..." Your voice trailed off, unsure of what to say. She only smiled to this and nodded.

"I understand, that's how I felt about your father when I met him too." A sad smile now formed as she looked down and you knew she was thinking about how it had turned out for her and him. Now it was your turn to comfort her as you rubbed your hands down her arms.

She shook the thoughts out of her head and sucked back the tears that were pricking her eyes. "Okay! Now, tell me everything. How you guys met! The first date! I want to hear everything."

Letting her drag you to the couch while laughing uncontrollably at her excitement. The rest of the day the two of you could not stop talking as you told her everything.

After hours of chatting, your mom finally called it a night. All but pushing you out the door to go see Joel. Mumbling something about how he must be on the edge of his seat. You giggled at her antics, it was almost unbelievable how quickly she had gotten over it and was now your number one supporter.

So now you found yourself knocking at Joel's door. When he opened it there was a small look of shock on his face.

"Wasn't expecting you to be over so soon, sugar." He said as he pulled you into a quick hug. Breathing in his scent for a second, you sighed, content.

"It went better than expected." Your words were muffled by his chest since you refused to release yourself from his grasp. Not like Joel was complaining.

"Good, I'm glad." He spoke into your hair before placing a soft kiss there. A second more of holding you before Joel is pushing you out to arms length. He searches your face for a second before bringing his lips to yours.

The kiss is slow, like he is learning the feel of them for the first time. It makes you putty in his hands. The stress that somehow was still all pent up inside of you, now finally melting away.

You felt safe. You felt loved. Joel was home for you and in that moment you knew that this was real. Joel was real.

And that night as you settled into his bed and into his arms everything in your past seemed to fade away. It was only you and him.

Smiling into his chest, you fell into a deep slumber.

The morning sun shining through the curtains of Joel's room woke you up. Reaching to the other side of the bed, you find nothing but cold sheets. Confusion washes for you for only a second in your half-awake state, until you hear the steady beat of shower water coming from the connected bathroom.

You take a second to lay in the silence, just listening to the drops of the water. Before an idea pops into your head and you are smirking to yourself.

Pushing off of the bed, you make your way into the bathroom, shredding off pieces of clothes as you go. Joel seems unaware of your presence so you are careful not to scare him too bad as you slide the shower curtain down the rod just enough for you to slip in.

He only jumps a bit as your arms wrap around him. Turning in them to face you.

"Hello." He says to you when his eyes meet yours.

"Hi." You whisper back, pulling him in closer to you, your head now resting on his chest. He lets out a light chuckle while rubbing your back in soothing circles.

To ensure you don't fall, you shift slightly on the wet surface. This causes Joel to let out a soft grunt, his now hardening member brushing against your thigh. It causes you to smirk and pull away, looking up at him.

"I barely hugged you and you're already this excited?" You question.

Something between a chuckle and a grunt passes through his lips, "Not my fault that you came in here all naked. It's human nature, baby." A pause while he drops his head down so his lips can brush your ear, "Remember when I said I wasn't as old as I seemed."

He nips your earlobe after speaking, an action that sends a rush down your spine. Heartbeat speeding up as he continues to breath right next to your sensitive skin, goosebumps popping up despite the warmth of the shower water.

He trails kisses down from your ear, across your chest, and up your neck. One kiss to your jaw, one to each cheek, one to your forehead, before pecking your lips. Pulling away way too soon for your liking as you try and chase his lips with your own.

Now Joel is smirking seeing how desperate you already are for him after making fun of him only moments before. Yet he decides that neither of you really need the teasing so early in the morning so his reserve goes out the window and he's connecting his lips to yours.

The kiss is slower than usual, the intensity not fully there since both of you only just woke up. It is slow, yet passionate. Your lips meet like they were meant for each other. Tongues only barely fighting each other as neither of you really wanted to take dominance of the situation.

And as Joel's fingers slowly make there way down the middle of your stomach, finding your sensitive bud soon after, yours are wrapping around his waist and pulling him even closer to you. You gasp as his fingers move your clit in slow methodical circles. The feeling makes your legs weak, but you quickly recover when you remember where you are and how easily you could fall.

The thought almost makes you laugh but that is also quickly forgotten when the finger that was just working your clit, makes its way into your folds, testing your entrance. It seems like Joel contemplates if you are ready for a second so you keen towards him a bit to egg him on. That's when his finger finally enters you, working its way in and out of you in time with his lips on yours.

Your hands now find their way in between his legs. You try to stroke his dick in the same pace as his fingers in you, but your brain has become a bit foggy. This only gets worse when Joel begins quirking his fingers inside of you in an attempt to find that particular spot inside of you.

"Come on baby, you know you want to give in." He says into your lips. The words come out almost desperate and the gruff nature of his voice has you melting. If you were an ice cube you would be down the drain already.

"I just want you inside of me. It's too early for all your teasing." Your words are now the ones that are desperate, as you fully grip his cock and stroke it quickly trying to urge him closer to wanting to fuck you.

He laughs at your actions and pushes your hands off of him, fingers also retreating from their still steady pace inside of you. Grabbing your hips with such careful hands, so careful that you almost question if this is the same man. Usually so rough with you that you are sure that even his callouses could leave marks.

Flipping you around he bends you at the hips and pushes you towards the wall, careful not to let the two of you fall. Your hands make contact with the cold tile and if you weren't so gone you would've pulled them away instinctually.

That's when he leans over you and whispers into your ear, "I'm going to fuck you now, but the way I want to. Nice and slow. One sound and I stop, understood?"

You open your mouth to answer, but snap it closed and nod instead.

"Good girl." Joel kisses the bit of jaw he can reach before he is standing back up straight.

One hand finds your waist and pulls you back into him. Your hands almost slip from the wet tile that is holding you up, but you recover. Just in time for the tip of his dick to tease your entrance.

Joel gathers the your wetness and strokes it down his member, covering it in preparation to enter you. When he is satisfied with his job he pushes his tip past your folds. Very slowly he enters you. And after what feels like an eternity he bottoms out inside of you.

The feeling has you gulping down a gasp that is threatening to leave your lips. Sure Joel has fucked you pretty much every which way, but there is something about right now that you are finding it so much harder to follow instructions. You just want to let him know how good he makes you feel.

And before you can fully let this thought circulate, Joel is pulling out of you painstakingly slow. The type of slow that almost hurts but also fills you with so much pleasure that you could forget your own name.

This is how he continues, this slow, painful pace. In and out of you. All the way from tip to base, each action feels like it could be a full minute of white hot pleasure. Joel holds your orgasm over your head like a pig with a carrot on a stick. Kept on a tight leash, with your lips also kept shut tight.

You're not sure how he is holding himself back at this point but, obviously, you don't question it. too scared of what would happen if you let anything escape your lips.

One particularly harsh thrust has his hips snapping into yours and involuntarily you are pushing your back into his, trying to get him even closer. Like that was possible.

This has him tutting at you and gripping your hips a bit rougher, "Like the way my dick fills you up baby?"

You want to answer, you really do but you just bite your lip instead. He seems to notice you holding back and laughs lightly at you.

Pulling out of you and flipping you around to face him. He pecks your forehead before lifting one leg around his hip. You almost lose your balance as he pushes you back into the wall, so you have at least a little bit of support.

"Let me give you what you really want." Joel says as he enters you once again. "Wanna see the look on your face as you cum on my dick, pretty girl."

Now he's pistoning you onto his dick, letting you feel as much of his length as he can with how tightly your leg is wrapped around him. Its like your body wants to keep him permanently inside of you, not like your brain disagrees though.

Just like that, a few thrusts later and you are getting closer to your orgasm. Your body giving in so easily and it's heightened state. You never knew how malleable morning sex would make you.

And as your vision is beginning to be clouded by stars and your stomach is tightening, a whimper escapes your lips before you can catch it. Joel's hips stop abruptly and so does your orgasm.

Your eyes snap open to meet his. They just stare back blankly, almost no emotion because you know what you did. You want to plead with him, maybe complain that you were close but you don't. Silence watches over you.

Joel sits there staring at you, member half inside of you. Your pussy clenches onto it, as if trying to urge him into giving in. But it isn't until you are dropping your eyes from his that he's leaning forward and capturing your lips in his own. He kisses you for a moment, slow and steady, still just warming his cock inside of you.

"I know you were close baby, but you knew the rules." He says in a way that it almost sounds like an apology. But that is long forgotten as he snaps his hip forward into you and hits your g spot in one perfect thrust.

The urge to moan again is intense that you are biting down on your lip. For a second you question if you would draw blood, but decide the pleasure is way important right now. As your head tosses back meeting the cool tile.

With how close your orgasm was before it isn't long before you are reaching your peak once again. Your stomach clenches again and vision blurs. Although this time you are conscious of the sounds you would normally make and hold them back. As the wave crashes over you and you are spasming into Joel's body.

Joel's strong arms hold you up as your legs go weak under you, the wet floor making it all too easy for you to just go down. The leg around his hips also loosens but he grips that thigh holding it there as he begins to chase his own orgasm.

The feeling of your walls clenching around him getting him dangerously close to his own peak. His teeth find your neck in an attempt to hold back his orgasm, not wanting to cum into you without a condom (or permission).

"Baby-" He grunts out, pain laced in his voice. You catch the tone immediately and try to find you feet. Although it takes you a second, in that second he is pulling out of you and stroking his dick in an attempt to reach his orgasm.

Without a second thought you are dropping to your knees and swatting his hands away replacing them with your own. The minute your mouth meets the tip of his member, he is shooting his load into your waiting cavern. Swallowing it all down as you stroke him slowly, working him through his high.

Joel's hands grip your hair as he comes down from his high. When he has come back down to earth, his fingers loosen and instead he is stroking your head in a comforting gesture.

Giving him another second to recover before you stand up to attach his lips to your own. Now he is melting into your touch as he tastes himself on your lips.

"I love you." This has you pausing and stepping back. You are sure you didn't hear him right. Seeing the look on your face a playful smile graces his own.

"Y/N I love you." Joel repeats.

"I-I love you too." You want to jump into his arms, but obviously you don't want to break your leg...or his.

"Why did you have to tell here?" Now you are hitting his chest, leaving the hand there, just needing to feel him. He laughs at your antics, but let's you continue, knowing you well enough to know you aren't done yet.

"I'm all wet and I just woke up. I have sex brain. Uh!" Another hit, this one has him grabbing your wrist and pulling you towards him carefully.

"I feel like that's the perfect time." Joel says with a smile, leaning down to place a kiss on your pouting lips.

"I feel like that's the perfect time." You mock him which has him laughing again. Another kiss is placed on your lips, this one continues a bit longer as if he is savoring the feeling of yours on his.

The blush is evident on your cheeks but you aren't giving up, "Just finish up in here, I'm going back to bed." A huff and you are leaving the shower. Joel's laugh echoes behind you.

When you told Joel to finish up, you didn't think he would take this long. At this rate you should've just stayed in there and washed yourself too. Instead you have dried yourself off already and are sat crisscross on Joel's bed. His shirt adorning your body and a towel wrapped around your still damp hair.

You have a book resting on your legs as you read in silence. Hearing the water turn off in the bathroom, you smile down at your book knowing Joel will be out soon.

Just as the sink faucet is switched on, the front door opens and a familiar voice sounds out through the house. The bathroom door is all but slammed open at the booming voice. Joel stands there towel around his waist, toothbrush between his lips. A bit of toothpaste is threatening to spill out of the corner of his mouth and you bite back a smile.

"Tommy." Joel says, the words a bit muffled by the brush and paste in his mouth.

Your eyes widen. No you weren't scared to meet his brother, I mean you have technically met him before. It was just you wanted to make a semi good impression and well here you were in only your underwear.

But before you can make any change to that Tommy's footsteps are thudding down the hallway and the door to Joel's bedroom is swinging open, with not so much as a knock.

"Joel!" Tommy calls out just as his eyes drop to yours. You are quickly pushing your legs straight under the covers in any attempt to cover yourself.

Tommy's jaw drops, "You!" Your eyes stay open wide not sure what is going to come out of his mouth next. Joel stays stuck in the doorway, not sure what to do either.

Then Tommy laughs, like a whole belly laugh. Loud, resounding. He doubles over holding his stomach. That's how funny he finds this whole situation.

It's almost a minute before he is recovering from his fit, wiping the tears that formed in the corners of his eyes. Both you and Joel are still stood there in shock. Watching his brother with semi-concerned eyes.

"The girl from the bar!" Tommy points to you, then to Joel. "And you! You old dog. Joel's still got it, huh?" He nods as if he's just discovered something.

Another chuckle and he's looking back at you, "Damn."

"Tommy..." Joel tests the waters, still not fully sure what to say to him.

"This is, just wow!" Then Tommy does something that is even more astounding. He slow claps. Actually slow claps like he's in some movie.

He does this for a second or two before looking between you and Joel, nodding slowly. You clear your throat, trying to attempt anything to clear the awkward air of the situation.

"I'm Y/N, by the way." A tight smile comes with your words. Hand leaving its grip on your book to give a small wave to the man.

He's still nodding, "Tommy-" He weighs his words. "I'm gonna go." And with that he is turning on his heel.

Yelling a quick, "Good job big bro!", before the front door is closed behind him.

As soon as the lock is clicking, you and Joel turn to each other. Still in shock, before you are giggling.

"Well, were two for two on family first meetings. Got any other family members I could awkwardly meet?"

Joel smiles at you before he is retreating to bathroom to spit out his long forgotten toothpaste. Returning to the room , he crawls across the foot of the bed towards you, like a lion stalking his prey.

"No, but honestly that's the best it could've gone with Tommy so don't feel bad." A kiss to your lips.

"I don't feel bad, I feel embarrassed." You say as you trace a finger down his jaw. He melts into your touch.

"I mean look at me!" You gesture to your lack luster clothing... or lack of clothing.

Lust flashes behind his eyes, "I think you look sexy." You almost hit him again but hold back.

"Of course you do, I'm wearing your shirt."

Joel considers your words for a second, "Is that what it is? Sure it isn't how I'm still thinking about how badly I wanted to fill you with my cum earlier?"

Your jaw drops, actually drops at his words. But two can play at this game.

"So why didn't you?" Hands play with the hairs at the nape of his neck, a shiver runs down his spine.

"You," A poke to your nose, "were in no mindset to give me permission, pretty girl. Not to mention, you were keeping those pretty lips shut." As he mentions your lips, he glances down at them. You readjust your body so your tits brush his chest. Nipples hardening at the sensation.

"Now I'm thinking about how much I missed out." You try, wanting to get one response in particular from Joel.

"Well, what my baby wants, she gets." Joel says matter-of-factly. Grabbing your hips and pulling you to lay down beneath him. You feel his hardening member brush your thigh.

"Mr. Miller, already so hard again?" You question the sound of fake astonishment in your voice.

"Shut up and let the whole neighborhood hear how good I make you feel. Gonna get you so full of my cum, sugar."

Needless to say, neither you nor Joel left the bed that day.

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Jax x Doll! Reader (Part 2)(Final)(I think)

Ah yes. Back by unpopular demand. ME.

You stared at the door, eyes wide. Jax had just disappeared inside, not so shocking, but there was more to it than that. He had kissed you. Of course, not a full kiss, only one on the forehead. But for Jax? He may as well have torn his heart out on the spot.

Your fingers brushed the skin between your eyes, still tingling from his lips. Your face split into a huge smile, a fit of giggles making you dash back to your room, forgetting the events prior except for the kiss. Your mind replayed his words over and over as you dive back into bed, tossing the blankets to the floor.

I really care about you. That’s what he said. You sigh dreamily, spreading your limbs wide on your bed. They didn’t catch once as you finally, finally drifted off into the most peaceful sleep you’d had in years.

Hours later, you awoke to a soft knocking at your door. You rubbed your eyes, yawning. “Yeah?” your voice was rough, “who is it?” “It’s just me,” Gangle’s voice piped through the door, “Just checking on you.” 

You sat up, stretching, “Mnn, I’m okay. I’m up.” You slipped out of bed, rubbing your elbow joint, before heading to the door and popping it open. “Hey,” you smiled, feeling much more chipper than usual.

Gangle returned the grin, following after you as you headed for the main room. The rest of the group were already there, chattering among themselves. Jax was obviously arguing with Zooble. Or rather, he was bullying them and they were fighting back. But when you walked into the room, as soon as his eyes met yours, he fell silent.

Zooble’s attention was caught, glancing to where he was looking. “Oh, hey, (Y/N), finally got up?” they waved a bit. You hurried over, “Morning guys!” you chirped. You were about to say something more, but Jax turned away, “Oh, hey,” he spoke numbly, walking to Ragatha and ignoring you otherwise.

What…? Your heart dropped just as quickly as the smile on your face. Just last night, he'd been so sweet. Just last night, he’d admitted to caring for you. Just last night he’d kissed you. What happened…

Zooble clearly caught on to your change in demeanor, “What the heck was that?” they asked quickly, eyes darting between you and Jax’s back. You’re still dumbfounded, still caught up on Jax’s blatant disinterest in you. Zooble tries again, this time grabbing you, shaking you a bit, “(Y/N), what the heck was that?!” they seemed worried.

“Jax, he…” you weren’t sure how to say it. “Did he do something?” their eyes widen, “did he hurt you or something?” Your head shakes on its own, “He said… he said he…” your brain finally makes the connection, “he said he cared about me.”

“Jax did?” Zooble’s eyebrows raised so fast they may as well have flown off. You nod stiffly, knowing it sounds stupid. Their antennas twitch, “Idiot…” they mumble. Your attention is caught quite suddenly, head snapping to look at them, “You don’t sound surprised. Why aren’t you surprised?”

“I kinda knew he liked you. Don’t give me that face, he didn’t tell me,” they roll their eyes at your glare, “but you had to have seen how he treated you differently. He never hurt you personally.” Zooble crossed their arms, “and now, I’d be willing to bet my right arm he’d mad his confession didn’t go as planned.”

You snort a bit, glancing to Jax. He turned quickly- he’d been looking. “He’s mad that he confessed wrong?” Zooble gives a shrug, “How’d it happen?” “My knee locked up and he got Caine,” you recall, “but he was mad I didn’t tell anyone my joints hurt sometimes. He kind of dropped it after that.”

Zooble snapped, then pointed at you, “Bingo. The moron didn’t mean to confess. You should talk to him- not yet!” They had to grab you to prevent you from trotting right over, “Wait until he’s alone, dip(squeak). He’s just gonna run away unless you corner him.”

So, that’s exactly what you did. You watched him for hours, waiting for the perfect moment. All day, he avoided you. He did his best to always have at least one other circus member in his range. But soon enough, he slipped up. He noticed you and headed for the nearest circus member.

Unlucky for him, it was Zooble. They knew exactly what to do- play along. They argued with him for a minute, but made an excuse to leave as you stepped over. 

“Jax!” you smile, “I’ve been trying to catch you all day!” He turned away, a panicked look, “Well I gotta-” You grab his arm, “Stop. Stop running away.” He slowly glances at you, uncharacteristically nervous.

“You’ve been avoiding me all day. I know why, you peabrain,” you chuckle, “but it doesn’t matter.” Jax faces you, an odd, pleading look on his face, “It does, though! You’re the kind of person that deserves something big, a-and something… something-” Your face stops his rambling, “Jax, it was perfect.” Your voice, so genuine and kind. It made him melt, his ears drooping peacefully, “Are you sure?” he whispered. 

“I’m 100% sure, dummy,” you pull him closer, “if… you give me a better one than last night’s.” Jax’s face flushed. Despite your words being so vague, he understood entirely. His face dipped towards yours…

And he kissed you. Truly, this time. Arms around each other, hearts beating faster than you could imagine, he kissed you. When you finally parted, he laid his forehead against yours, a breathy laugh escaping his throat, “You really are special, (Y/N)... I really do…” he hesitated, then found his voice once more, “I love you.”

“I love you too,” you whisper to him, “I really do.”

[astarionancuntnin]

here's my masterlist with everything i've written! note that:

all fics are explicit and astarion x fem!reader unless specified

series and multichapter fics have their masterlist linked with all chapters and ao3 links

one-shots/requests will have their main theme mentioned in parentheses next to the title, and the full lists of content warnings are available on their linked post/ao3 page

speaking of, my requests are CLOSED (taking some time for myself after getting sick)

- i am more comfortable writing astarion (spawn or ascended) and halsin, but im open to get out of my comfort zone and write other characters! - i write in third or second POV (more experienced with x reader/tav) - comfortable with most types of writing (fluff, smut, angst, hurt/comfort) - i am willing to go extremely dark and kinky (basically ask and if its above my limit ill tell you, but if ive already written about it, im cool with it) - send an ask and ill get started on it! (i am quite busy recently, but i promise to get around to your request sooner rather than later)

fics are posted in chronological order of creation

this list will keep getting updated as i upload more

full list below the cut!

Series

she was a wildfire that couldn't be tamed; he was the night star admiring her ruthless dance

Undisclosed Desires (Denial of feelings, rivals to lovers) (part 1)

Masterlist

astarion and you, along with your other companions, have been traveling together for a few weeks now. he gets on your nerves at least once a day. but as much as you hate to admit it, your late night activites are plagued by him. little do you know, hes aware of the effect he has on you and intends to use that to his advantage.

Bad Blood (Mature, Angst, follow up fic to Undisclosed Desires, Astarion POV) (part 2)

Masterlist (not posted yet)

it was meant to be a nice, simple plan. get the sorceress to fall in love with him to assure his safety. what he didn't plan was to fall for her as well, and all the complications that came along with it.

A Lesson in Taming Your Dark Consort

(all fics in this series are one-shots that surround the dynamic between Ascended Astarion and his consort Malva (my oc evil tav), heavily BDSM driven)

Taming a Tempest (spanking, semi-public sex)

oh, to be the Vampire Ascendant's dark consort. to have eternity and enhanced powers right at her finger tips - only to be denied. but two could play this game, and Malva would make Astarion regret witholding anything from her.

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Dancing on the Edge of a Knife (knife play, orgasm denial)

ever since his ascension, Malva was convinced that Astarion was the only person who could understand her every twisted desire. well, almost. there are some things she still keeps to herself, he simply wouldn't understand this part of her, the one who dances on the very edge of her knife.

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Long Fics

Die For You (Lovers to Enemies to Lovers, Ascended Astarion) Completed work!

contains some Shadowheart x fem!reader

Masterlist

the ascension changed the person Astarion was, or so you believed. you broke up and parted ways after defeating the netherbrain, thinking it was for the best, but when you see him again 6 months later at the reunion, you realize you never truly moved on. and neither did he.

One-Shots (including requests)

Meet Me In The Woods (predator/prey)

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it's astarion's turn to keep watch for the night. everyone's off to bed and he's still gone hunting and nowhere to be seen. you refuse to be the one to fill in for him again, so you venture into the woods looking for where he was last seen.

Midnight's Embrace (weed, polyamory)

astarion x female!reader x halsin

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you can’t recall the last time you had a real, good night of sleep. your fight with the nether brain is approaching fast and your anxiety is only increasing. halsin proposes to try a special brand of herbs to alleviate your mind. turns out this herb also awoke something else in you.

Nothing But A Dream (somnophilia)

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you've agreed to take things slow with astarion, only partaking in nighttime activities when he specifically desires them, and this morning, he wants you. but he would hate to intrude on your precious beauty sleep.

Run, Little Fox (predator/prey, hate sex, mildly dubious consent)

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this brat of a rogue questioned your leadership one time too many, it is time he learns his place, and youll do it the only way he'll listen to you: with a challenge. if you win, he will be held accountable for his actions, but if he wins, he gets to use you every night. it doesn't matter anyway, you'll win... won't you?

Public Display of Affection (A!A, jealousy, semi-public/loud sex, hints of voyeurism feat. Gale)

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his consort - his beautiful, too kind for her own good - forever young lover. she was his, and his only, and he believed it was long overdue to make that statement clear among the rest of their group. after tonight, the only name spiling from her luscious lips would be his.

Death is Not an Escape (Mature, Dead By Daylight AU, heavy angst)

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it wasn't supposed to end like this, they were supposed to get out and defeat the absolute - together. but as a dark fog swallowed them whole, their fates changed drastically.

[tobecatherine]

Nightmare Comfort

Part 2

Okay ya'll, it's been a very long time since I've found a character that has made me want to write like this. Once I got to romancing Gale in the second act I was hooked. I've read so many good stories lately that I decided last night to write and see what comes out. Please keep in mind I am still only in act 2 of the game so I don't know the ending. So some details may not be accurate.

I will warn you, it's a little depressing to start but apparently it's something my brain needed to get out. I would probably label this as sad, mixed with fluff and if enough people want me to continue, there could be a spicy second part.

To set the scene, picture this: It's been a few months since you returned to Waterdeep with Gale after the end of your travels. Ever since slowing down your mind has been racked with guilt, feeling like you don't deserve comfort you start to push Gale away.

Please be kind:

First person

Gale/Reader

Word Count: 2332

Nightmares had, in some way, always had a hold on you. But once returning to Waterdeep with Gale, they seemed to have gotten worse. It started with small, repeated dreams of the battles you fought together that pushed you to do things that normally would have been out of character for you. Haunted by lives you couldn’t save, the people you had failed. They would slip into your dreams every few weeks, reminding you of where you had been. It didn’t matter how many you did save, in your mind, only the ones you failed mattered deep down.

When you would wake, for just a moment, you would think you were back there, in the heat of battle. But as your body regained its senses and you’d open your eyes, you’d see Gale’s slumbering face, listening to his soft breathing. Just having him so close would bring you back to reality. It made you glad that you didn’t move much in your sleep. The shame you felt over this, you couldn’t tell him. You knew he’d listen but you also knew he would want to fix it but in your own way, you felt like this is what you deserved. So you let the dead haunt your dreams, doing your best to hide your growing exhaustion.

As the nightmares became more frequent, it felt almost like it was becoming a ritual to wake up and just take in Gale’s sleeping face. You would spend hours just gazing and scanning every wrinkle, dimple, freckle and scar he had. The thought crossed your mind that if you did this long enough you could memorize the slope of his nose and the curve of his cupid's bow and maybe, just maybe, the picture perfect image of him in your mind could chase away the bad dreams. 

Tonight's nightmare was especially bad. You stood there, the day you thought you had lost Gale forever. The moments replaying in your mind as you watched him die, shedding tears over his body because you weren’t sure he could be brought back. While your party had found a way to revive the love of your life, the feelings of mourning were still all too real. When you awoke, you felt tears on your face and when you opened your eyes the comfort you sought wasn’t there.

Panic arose in your chest as you sat up quickly to see where he could be. Your eyes scanned the room, coming upon the open doors that lead to the balcony. There, in the pale moonlight, you could see Gale standing shirtless, leaning slightly against the door frame, his back to you as he gazed upon the stars. While you couldn’t see his face, his body language and the energy you felt from him, you could tell something was wrong.

Quietly you removed the blanket that covered you on the bed you shared. The air was warm on this night so you had gone to sleep with nothing on other than one of Gale’s tunics. Slowly you raised yourself off the bed, walking slowly up behind the tall striking man in front of you. As you reached him you wrapped your arms around his waist, your hands gently placed on his belly, leaning forward just enough to rest your forehead against his back. In automatic fashion Gale’s big hands rested over yours as a long sigh left his lungs.

You could feel the guilt in your throat coming up like bile, wanting nothing more than to tell him everything you had been feeling but you still couldn’t bear drowning him in your issues. You need to be strong, perfect, beautiful, all the things he tells you you are every day. If you couldn’t do that then you failed him too. So instead you pressed close into his back, tightening your arms around him, worried that at any minute he could just drift away into a cloud of smoke.

“Were you ever going to tell me?” He asked, ever so softly. So softly that you almost missed it but you had felt that familiar rumble from his chest as he spoke.

“You knew?” You asked. A lump in your throat forming as you try not to speak louder than a whisper. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

“I wanted you to come to me… I… I knew something was wrong but I could tell that you wanted to handle it yourself so I didn’t push. You are beautiful beyond comparison but you are also stubborn and bullheaded. But the longer this has gone on My Love, your nightmares aren’t as silent as you think they are. It breaks my heart to see you struggling like this and I can’t just sit back and wait anymore,” He said, turning around to face you, still holding your hands. “I’m starting to think you don’t trust me.”

Gently he raises each of your hands to his lips, leaving small kisses along your knuckles before placing each one so you're holding him around his neck.. The hair on his face tickling your skin almost made you smile but you found yourself still looking at the floor, your heart at your feet. With another sigh, Gale laid one hand against your waist, keeping you close to him. The other carefully raises your head by the chin to look at him. Gale’s eyes look longingly into yours as his hand cups your cheek. 

For a moment you relax, tilting your face into his palm, feeling your body relax for just a moment. The heat from his hand felt comforting against your skin. 

“I’m sorry, none of this is your fault. You have done so much for me. I didn’t want to add another burden to your plate.” you say, lip quivering. “I must look pathetic… I am pathetic.” 

You watch as Gale’s brows furrow and the corners of his mouth point downward. His thumb brushes against your bottom lip to calm its quiver. His eyes search yours for understanding, recognition. “Where is the strong brave Druid that I fell in love with on the road?”

You can feel your gut clench, you didn’t have an answer, he was right, this wasn’t you. “I’m afraid I lost her,” You replied, your fingers twisting curls with the hair on the back of his neck. You were sure Gale was going to end this, ask you to leave because you weren’t the girl he fell in love with anymore. Tears flowed freely down your cheeks now. It felt like a dam had burst behind your eyes.

At the sight of this, Gale wrapped both arms around you, with one smooth motion he lifted you into his arms, carrying you back to bed. You were sure he would just lay you there and walk away but instead he sat on the bed, resting you carefully on his lap, cradling you in his arms.

“Every day you tell me how you love me, you reassure me about the choices we’ve made. Why won’t you let me do the same for you?” He asked softly. “You can’t keep bottling up all these feelings. I  don’t understand why you insist on suffering in silence but if that’s what you need then…. I want you to cry for as long as you need to and I will hold you for as long as you need me to.”

With his words, suddenly a flood of emotion burst forth. Pressed against his chest you let yourself sob, groan, and scream. Muffling yourself against his skin, you let out the rage and anxiety that pent up for the last few weeks. He was right, you shouldn’t have bottled this up, the heat in your chest made you feel like you were in the throat of a dragon.

It took a few minutes but you soon realized Gale was whispering in your ear. Straining your ears to hear the soft words he spoke. Between your sobs and frustration, you could hear him say, “I love you.” “my heart has never ached more for anyone than it does for you.” “I will be here for you always, you just have to let me in.”

For the first time you could admit the truth. “I’m scared,” You said, finally regaining control of your breathing.

“What are you scared of, my sweet?” Gale asked, now rocking the two of you back and forth.

“Of everything.” You said, taking deep long breaths now as you come down from the all too embarrassing tear filled journey you just took in Gales arms. Moving ever so slightly you rest your head on his shoulder, wishing your nose wasn’t now stuffy so you could breathe in his scent.

Softly you let your lips kiss the soft skin of his neck, admitting to yourself that this really had gone for too long. So, you started to let it all go.. There in Gale’s arms you tell him your whole story. You admit that before the whole venture started you had been alone for quite some time. It has made you view sharing things with others a burden because who could you trust when you were mostly alone. You spoke about those you failed and how they haunt your dreams but the biggest fear of all, was the fear of waking up and realizing Gale had only been a dream the whole time.

At the mention of himself, Gale chuckled. “You aren’t going to lose me. The road we traveled was a rough one, and even with everything I know, I would trade all the stars in the sky, all the air in my lungs, even all my books just to spend every last moment I live with you.”

Your eyebrows raise as he mentions his book collection. “You’re really serious,” you said, lifting your head to look at him with surprise. You search his face for anything other than the serious look he now wore.

“I don’t joke about my book collection sweetheart,” he said, gently placing a kiss on your forehead.

“I don’t deserve you, I feel like all I’ve done is trick you.”

This time Gale placed his lips against yours. Slow and soft, his hand moving to rest on the back of your head, his fingers running through your hair. You’ve known Gale was one who showed his love more than he spoke about it, but he was good at both nonetheless. You could feel the pure emotion he put forth in his kiss. He took his time kissing each section of your face, wanting you to feel as loved and precious as he viewed you. When his lips found yours again it was like your heart was suddenly being filled with more love for this wizard than you ever thought possible.

Once your lungs ached for air you finally pulled away from his lips. Gathering your composer you finally explained the rest of your insecurities, you finally explained your fear of losing him and how it felt to feel your heart break into a million tiny pieces from the uncertainties of his survival that day.

“Every day I get with you feels like a dream… and when I sleep… the nightmares are my reality. Everything has just felt too good to be true. I’m sorry Gale… I know this side of me isn’t what you signed up for,” you tell him, your eyes meeting his.

Gale leaned forward, kissing your forehead for a long moment before pulling back and resting his own against yours so you could share each other's breath. “My love, when I asked you to marry me, I meant it. There is no one in this world or in the heavens that I have loved so fully and who has made me feel like just being me is good enough. I want to stay beside you, no matter what life brings. Be that nightmares, blissful dreams, fights, love making, every moment I get to spend with you makes me feel like the luckiest man alive.”

“I have never loved someone the way I love you,” you say in return. “That’s why it scares me so much. Now that all of that is behind us, it’s like my mind won’t just let me be. We’ve been through so much, we’ve shared so much. What if I ruin this?”

“I won’t let you,” he said simply. “I will just have to remind you how loved and cherished you are.” With that Gale tilted his head and caught your lips in another kiss. Gentle and sweet. You could feel love move through him, making your heart skip. “I have an idea that might help… maybe not right away but with time I think we can change the way your mind has tried to trick you.”

“I’d do just about anything to make this end and get to just live… here with you,” You say softly.

Sitting up straighter Gale smiled down at you in his arms. “Good, I love you… we’ll do this in two parts. First, every morning, I want you to tell me five things that make you happy. It doesn’t matter what they are or why they make you happy. You just need to remind yourself that there are plenty of things that bring you joy. Then second, I want you to tell me something we could do together that would make you feel better.”

Your cheeks flush from the first thought that crossed your mind when he said this. A small smile creeping onto your lips as your teeth start to lightly chew on your bottom lip. “Like making love under the stars like we used to?” You mumbled. Sex felt like it should be the farthest thing from your mind, but the stolen nights the two of you shared on the road were some of the most comforting and happy moments you remember having in your whole life. 

With a smirk and a chuckle Gale nodded. “That my love, I can provide.”

[iloveaustinelvisandmannymore]

Guilty Love three

Pairing: Toji Fushiguro x Chubby reader

Warning: Miscarriage, Grieving, Insecurity, Love Confessions, Doubt, Unplanned Pregnancy, Ausgt, Fluff, Weird cravings, Mention of sex, crying.

Summary: Loving Toji Fushiguro wasn't easy, especially if you weren't supposed to. You're just the babysitter and a side piece to him, your guilt finally reached its peak when Toji and his girl decided to upgrade their relationship. So with a heavy heart, you left but it seemed you couldn't escape Toji just like that.

A/n: Soo, that took so long, again sorry for the wait. The first draft was shit in my opinion and I feel this is much better. This is the last of this series but I might do little drabbles of this if I feel like it or if someone asks if I open requests for Toji. Anyway on to the story and please tell me what you think about it. Part 1, Part 2

Time seemed to disappear as you stared at the puddle of blood and the deafening sound of a scream was a far noise. You slide down to your knees tears blurring your vision as your hands try to wipe the blood away but it only proves to smear across the floor. Toji's arms that pulled you into their comfort felt distant, everything felt cold and far, you could barely feel the sobs that jerked your body, or the itch of dried blood on your hands nor hear doctors talk to you. You already knew.

The baby that brought you such love and joy had passed on from this world, leaving Toji here, leaving Megumi here, leaving you...you here.

You can't remember how you got back home, your surroundings had rushed past while you stayed motionless. The bed was the only comfort that reached past the barrier that nothing seemed to get passed, your fists clenched sheets as you stared blankly out the window to the lively city of Tokyo, Days went by colorless. The food in front of you was unappetizing and Instead of eating you simply picked at and moved the meal around ignoring the concerned faces of your boyfriend and his son. You couldn't escape the thoughts of what you did wrong, it was your fault if..if you had been more careful maybe the baby wouldn't have left you behind, part of you wanted to blame Toji for getting you pregnant in the first place you just couldn't...he was suffering just as you were, the tight hold the nights you both laid awoke, nights were he whispered things were gonna be okay as you sob about what could have been, his emeralds glazed over yet tears never fall.

It was another timeless day, you sat on the white couch, watching as the world continued to move on without you through the large window walls of the penthouse, pretending not to hear the conversation between Toji and Asmai about you. You didn't move when you heard the pitter-patter of small feet and voices stop talking "Mommy?" the tears you fought so hard to stop, came rushing out as you hiccuped a sob and opened your arms which Megumi Immediately jumped into, holding onto you tight "My son." you cried "Oh, my beautiful son." the whole time you were grieving you forget the child that became like yours "Mommy's so sorry." you laid your cheek on his head and rubbed his back as his tear drops stained your shirt. Toji sat down and pulled you both into his embrace, you looked up at him with a tearful smile and he simply laid his forehead on yours. The pain of losing your unborn baby will always be there but you have something to live for, you had Megumi and Toji, and they need you to continue, for yourself and them.

It was going to be okay.

Things were beginning to go back to the way things were before, of course, you still think about the tragedy but day by day it got better. Asami was able to convince you to go to the mall with her on a girl's trip, her words. You smiled shyly as you siped from your drink, watching the large smile on Asami's face as she rambled on about how happy and excited she was that you both were spending time together again, her brown hair bounced as she walked and her equally brown eyes sparkled. "Look!" she pointed to an all-sized clothing store with your enjoined hands "Come on!" she laughed as she dragged you to the store "Okay!Okay!" you giggled, somewhat surprised by her strength "It's on me, you deserve it." she let go of your hand and gently pushed you to the plus-sized section before leaving to look around herself not at least waving bye to you which you couldn't help smiling at.

She was like a ball of sunshine. You browsed down the section of nightwear, none quite catching your eye, you were about to move on when a lingerie piece piqued your interest. It was emerald green, the bra was silk with lace overcoating, a see-through fabric split from the middle of the bra and cascading down to where your ankles would be was paired with a g-string. The gown gave off a regal-like look, it would look fetching on the curves of your soft, thick, robust body and you could only imagine Toji's reaction. You bite your lip as your cheeks heat up, images of him practically ripping off the garment and picking you up from your ass as he bit your neck before throwing you down onto your shared bed with such impatience that it would match a voracious wolf and waiting no longer to slide into your soaked core, to pound you in feverish want. "If you think Toji would like you in that, you must be delusional." a voice you wished not to hear ever again snickered "Hello Himari." you flatly greeted putting the lingerie over your arm and continuing to look through the nightwear "I feel sorry for you," she spoke up, her words made you pause "I bet he wasn't even tell you he loves you, huh?" Himari smirked as she watched your expression shift "Leave me alone." you uttered putting away the garment and walking past Himari only to be stopped by her hard hold "Let go!" you tried to yank your arm away from her but it did little good "N-" Himari started but was cut off from suddenly being pushed back and almost tripping over her feet "You heard her." the sound of your best friend's cold voice gave you a sense of relief, the same couldn't be said for himari as she stared at Asmai with fearful eyes "W-who do you think you are?!" Asmai didn't reply and just took a threatening step toward Himari causing the latter to rush away "You okay?" Asmai took your hands and tried to meet your eyes.

"Yeah..just wanna go.." you muttered, craving to be in the penthouse you called home, "Okay, here's the key," Asmai took her car keys out of her bag and put them in your hand "I need to get something okay?" she gently pushed you to the door of the store and when you were out of sight grabbed the lingerie you left behind and bought it before leaving the store.

The ride home was silent, thoughts of doubt bundled up in your mind.

Did Toji love you? Was he lying when he said he was falling for you? He had someone like Himari why love you? You sighed as you laid your head against the window of the passenger side, you need to stop thinking so hard, or you're going to get a headache. You said goodbye to Asmai and made your way to your floor, you spent the rest of the day on autopilot, barely talking to Toji and you knew he had enough when he pined you to the wall of your shared bedroom after you tucked Megumi into bed, his jade orbs were hard and peered down on you, a sexy sneer rested on his lips, and his beautiful muscular biceps were on each side of your head "What the fuck is the problem huh? Why are ya ignorin' me?" he growled, his glare made it almost impossible to speak yet you were able to find your voice "Do you love me.?" you briefly looked at him then at the floor "What kind of question is that?" He asked, his hand taking hold of your jaw and forcing you to meet his eyes "Of course I love you." he specified, kissing you softly unlike he had ever done before, his light kisses turned more passionate, and clothes soon abandoned. The night was spent with filthy sweet nothings, love-driven kisses, and tears of what could've been.

The mouths that passed were filled with happiness, Toji had taken you on your first date since you started to officially see each other if you don't count the years that you were his babysitter with benefits. The romantic-themed restaurant was rented out for the both of you, a perk from dating one of the CEOs of the most successful business, lit candles, rose petals, and your favorite Flower petals were scattered around the table, and soft music played. It was perfect. You barely finished desert when Toji had stood up before dropping to his knee beside your chair and opening a royal purple box with a gorgeous diamond and rose gold ring sitting in between the velvet cushions. You never said "yes" faster.

The next months you spent planning the wedding, there was no limit and today you were gonna go cake tasting with Asmai, Toji, and you. Toji would arrive later but he didn't want you to be alone so you got her to come with. The morning was bright and beautiful, the sunlight shined on the otherwise dark room, bed still warm despite Toji having already gone to work and taken Megumi to school, and the tile of the bathroom floor was cold against your bare feet, brief memories of the tragedy attempted to resurface, to threaten your happiness yet that happiness prevailed. You arrive at the bakery at the set time after choosing one of your best outfits, the bakery is warm and welcoming, with pastel-colored items surrounding the establishment and the smell of all kinds of delightful sweets, plain white walls contract from the pink pastel chair and tables.

Asami made it five minutes later and you both started tasting the different flavors. You were on the fifth slice of cake when the urge to puke made itself known, "Excuse me. Where is the restroom?" you spoke behind your hand, once the store owner gave you the directions you made haste to the bathroom and barely made it to one of the toilet before you vomited. Your breakfast, dinner, and cakes were empty from your stomach, you got up with a grimace and walked over to the sink.

Bending down you let the water from the tab fill your mouth then spit out the water, the strong taste of puke going with it only leaving a bitter aftertaste that could be washed from something sweet. You hung your head before looking up at the sound of the door "You okay babydoll?" your fiancé's eyebrows frowned as he leaned against the wall, his biceps bulging out of his white dress shirt while he did so. Even the look of concern charmed him "I'm fine." you smiled weakly, this was the second morning you threw up, and you wondered if you were...could you simply be pregnant or was this just a stomach flu? You didn't know and that bothered you, you had to ask Asmai for help, you just can't get Toij's hopes up if you weren't.

The cake-flavoring-tasting was smooth sailing after that and it theme color-picking next. You pull Asmai aside and take a deep breath before asking "Hey..could you umm..go get me some pregnancy tests?" Asmai's brown eyes went wide "Do you think.." her soft voice trailed off as you nodded "Okay, im on it. Just go have fun. I'll text you later" She smiled and gently pushed you where Toji was waiting Impatiently.

You went through the day without throwing up again and when you got home Asami texted that she got the tests and she'd meet you tomorrow.

You sighed, moving to lay on your back looking up at the ceiling and gently stroking Toji's arm that wrapped itself around your rotund belly, your wondering mind kept you up. What would Toji think? Would he be happy? Does he blame you? You must have been moving too much that it woke Toji "I can hear you thinking" Toji mumbled, green eyes barely peering through those lavishly beautiful eyelashes yet they shined"I can't sleep. I'm..." Should I tell him? "worried about some things" You muttered back for a while Toji didn't speak you thought he simply fell back to sleep "Don't. Whatever ya worrin' bout I'll be there beside ya." his deep voice, rasped from the heavy sleep he was in.

You smiled at his words, that's the best Toji comfort he could give.

With his comforting words, you eventually fall asleep as you run your fingers through Toji's hair, relaxing him enough to fall back to sleep. When you wake the next morning, Toji is gone and so is Megumi. Getting up you headed to the kitchen to make some breakfast and texted Asami to head over when she had the time, but she didn't reply. Once you had finished your breakfast the bell rang. You tried to open the door but a wave of intense nausea hit you all at once and you hurried to the bathroom, you groaned as you held your hair back and puked into the toilet. a knock on the bathroom caught your attention "Come in." you moaned. Asami's worried face came from behind the door, her mouth opened to say something but you held a finger up as another strong wave of nausea crashed into you causing you to vomit again. "Damn, you alright?" "Yeah." you groaned and took Asami's hand and she helped you up, you washed your mouth clean. The waiting was borderline torture, you were playing with Asmai's fingers while she was watching TV when the timer went off. You both looked at each other and hurried off the couch, laughing as you raced each other to the bathroom. Reaching the door you calmed down, and a deep anxious shudder raked down your spine, you inhaled and reached for one of the tests.

Positive.

Positive.

Positive.

All three had a plus. You were pregnant once again, tears rained down your cheeks a trembling hand covered your lips. The warm embrace of your best friend brought comfort to the complex feels.

Feelings of fear, happiness, love, and anxiety, were like a crushing wave upon wave and you didn't know what to feel.

You let Asami lead you back to the couch as you tried to define what you truly felt. "How are you feeling girl?" she moves some hair out of your face and holds you close to her, you don't say anything for a while "Happy, and a little scared." you smiled at her. You had a second chance and despite the fear you wanted this, you still wanted to have Toji's baby.

You decided that you'd tell Toji and Megumi tonight, at dinner but first, you needed to get some things. Dinner was on you today, you bought a set of eating for two plates, and you picked Megumi up from school, both of you waited for Toji. He didn't come home until seven p.m., by then you finished making dinner. "Daddy!" Megumi shot up from watching something on his tablet and ran up to his father, who picked him up "How are ya and ya mama?" Toji asked his son, a tiny smile on his lips as his son began to rumble on and on about everything. The aroma of home-cooked food led him to a visual he wished to see for the rest of his life. There you were putting food on plates, ready to serve and to eat, the warm touch of love spread throughout his chest, and that tiny smile grew before returning to its previous state. Toji sat Megumi back on the floor sauntered over to you and wrapped his arms around your waist, his chin on your shoulder "Hey beautiful." Toji whispered in your ear "Hey handsome." you laughed, patting his arm to let you go which he grudgingly did not without a kiss to your neck before Toji and little Megumi sat down on the dinner table, both Impatiently and excited.

Megumi couldn't sit still, watching your every move with a hunger that was unlike his father's which was a special type of hunger. Just when you sat down you all began to eat, you sneakily stole glances at Toji eating, expectantly waiting for his reaction. Megumi finished and was gonna ask for more except the words on the otherwise white plate "Mommy, daddy?" he inquired, "Yeah?" Toji stopped eating to look at his son "What's "eating for two" mean?" Megumi asked "It means-" Toji responded but forcut himself while the words sank in, His mouth opened then closed unable to reform any words he looked to you. A sly smile sat on your kissed lips "Babydoll, are you?" he hesitated before starting again "Are you pregnant?" you nodded with watery orbs, Toji didn't say anything else, why wasn't he saying anything? Did he not want a baby? You were so into your dread that you failed to notice Toji walking over to you and lifting you into his arms "Toji?" you yelped as you wrapped your legs around his solid build "Thank you, babyboll thank you." he buried his face into your neck "I'm getting a sibling?!" Megumi shouted as he jumped out of his seat "That's right" you laughed happily. This was truly happening this was better than what you imagined.

Toji got a lot more protective after the news, he barely let you go anywhere by yourself, going to the grocery store? No Family trip all while Toji glared at anyone looking at your bigger frame, who always had an arm around you. Yet behind the ridiculous behavior, you knew it stemmed from the fear of losing this baby too, you understand that too well.

Especially when your third mouth came.

During the day you could pretend it didn't affect you but the night was a different tale, nights spent wondering if you'd go through the same pain, "Babydoll you should be asleep." Toji voiced, arriving home from work and changing into his pajamas which consisted of low-cut sweats, no boxers, and no shirt. His sculpted-by-the-gods-body would have made you crazy with the complete desire to be ravished and taken by this beast of a man yet the feeling of fear overcast your hornyness "Can't sleep." you turned your head from the drool-worthy view and placed a hand on your bulging stomach that didn't go unnoticed by your fiance. "You know." he started sitting down on his side of the bed "'m scared too..the worry of losin' this one sits on the back of my mind all the time." he pulled you into his chest "But I look at ya and I see no matter what happens our love is all that matters, we can try for more. Right now through no what ifs. just the now okay." he held your cheek in his hand, his emerald eyes warm with love for you "You're right." you sighed "Damn right I am" he smirked smugly and a mischievous glint in his eyes as he kissed all over your face, pushing you down on the spacious mattress, the feel of his lips and the roughness of the scar pushed you into a giggling fit as Toji showered you with his love. That night you slept peacefully.

The months went on, with agony and happiness, morning sickness had been a mean bitch, yet this time you had Toji and Megumi to help. Oh, and the cravings, never had you woken up your fiancé more than you did now. "Tojiii." you whined, shaking the jacked male from his sleep "What?" Toji grumbled, eyes still closed "I want ice cream." you continued to shake the tired man "Go back to bed." he groaned and turned away from you "Please, we want ice cream." you said placing a hand on your robust baby bump, smiling when he grunted tiredly, knowing you won. You hummed a tune as you watched the night lights of Tokyo pass by, all but ignoring Toji's side glances and his sleepy expression as he drove down the road to a 7/11 since you ate the last tub of ice cream yesterday night. Looking at you Toji can't help but wonder how he got so fucking whipped for you, all you had to do was bat those beautiful lashes with a sweet smile, push your breast, and stomach against his chest and torso and you got anything you wanted. He was spoiling you too damn much but he wasn't gonna stop, seeing the joy in your eyes after watching helplessly as you killed yourself from depression was all he wanted, even if it hurt his pride a little he'd do it over and over for you.

You didn't wait long once he handed you the sack and a spoon to dig into the tub of vanilla & chocolate swirl "You want some?" you asked after swallowing a spoonful of the cold desert "No." he voiced turning the car left "I think you want some." you scooped some ice cream and held it up, Toji made the mistake of glancing at you, and there you were bating those pretty eyelashes. He huffed before opening his mouth to allow you to feed him the cool sweet and you did so with a big grin on your face.

Your hormones were overdriven, like last week, you sat down with Asami and hung out, laughing, telling jokes, and just all around having fun when she said she had something to get you. You siped the streaming tea, eyes closed in pure bliss "Got it." Asami sat down a plastic bag on the coffee table in front of the lavish white couch "What is it?" you looked at her, putting your tea down and grabbing the bag "Just open it." She smiled. You reached into the bag and pulled out the emerald-green lingerie you left that day, your hands shook and tears blurred your vision "Asmai.." you whispered looking at her in wonder "I saw you looking at it and I wasn't gonna let some bitch make my bestie second guess herself." Asmai smirked, laughing a little as you threw your body into hers "Thank you.." you hugged her tightly. Or like the time you were talking about who was more of a badass, John Wick or the Equalizer, with Toji"I mean, yeah John Wick is good but pretty much all he says is "yeah" and he's more for an eye for an eye. But the Equalizer," you started as you placed a fruit salad with pickles on the side on the kitchen island and sat on the chair with Toji's help and took a bit of pickle "He's for the people, righting the wrong and you're telling me john wick is better? The Equalizer analysis everything before he even starts kicking ass." you spoke taking another bite of the pickle "John wick is a legend babydoll. He's a force to be reckoned with. He is literally nicknamed Baba Yaga, that's a badass name than Equalizer. John Wick is better." Toji agreed taking a bit of your watermelon "No. Equalizer is better." you glared at him as you ate a strawberry "Nah." "Yes." "No." "Yes!" "No." you hopped down for the tool chair as carefully as you could and glowered at him "Fuck you." you hissed, waddling to your bedroom with your snack. Not a minute later you came crying to Toji, babbling how sorry you were and how you were the worst "Babydoll." Toji chuckled, wiping the tears from your cheeks "It's 'lright. You just goin' through pregnancy right now and you didn't hurt my feelings." he smirked "Besides you're fuckin' adorable were you're mad." you smacked his chest playful and snuggled into his chest when he hugged you and slightly groped at your love handles "Thank you.." you muttered.

Oh and how could you forget your aches and pains or more like ignore them? Your baby was lively, active, and strong, a fact that you found out in not such a pleasant way. You were going through your resume, checking if everything was updated, that's when hunger strikes, and as you were walking to the kitchen, you stilled and let out a pained groan, a sharp pain was Installed in your spine. Your lovely baby had just kicked your spine, you stood there for a good minute processing the pain. And of course, once you told this to Toji he laughed so hard he had tears in his eyes. Honestly, what did you expect from getting knocked up by someone like Toji fushiguro?

The living room was peaceful despite it being a Saturday, Megumi and Toji sat beside you as they watched the flat-screen TV above the fireplace, Adventure Time playing while you read where the red fern grows in your fiancé's arms. Your eyes widen in fear, at the sudden feeling of liquid leaking out from you, soaking your pants and the cushion beneath you, and the pain that followed so after "T-Toji." you shook his arm "Yeah?" he slowly took his eyes from the TV to look at you, his eyebrows frowned as he saw your panicked expression, he took you in looking for any clue what could be wrong when his jade eyes stopped on the dark wet stain "Fuck me." he pushed off the couch like it had burned him and picked you bridal style, your combined baby weight, and your normal weight did nothing to slow his movement "Megumi let's go!" Toji called out to his son, as he grabbed his car keys. The drive to the hospital was hectic, as Megumi asked his dad questions while Toji tried to keep calm yet you couldn't help smiling at the scene, yes the contractions hurt like someone was squeezing your uterus like a very needed stress ball but you had given a chance at love and a chance of having a child by the man you loved for so long after losing the baby before. You were going to meet your baby girl Emi and you couldn't wait, you closed your eyes and sat back, feeling at peace.

Everything was okay.

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[14buddy22]

I'll Spend the Rest of My Life Making It Up To You Series

A/N: Part 9! Well - it's over, I hope you like the ending :)

Warnings: Have been the same throughout the story :)

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After a long talk with Aaron when you got home from your in-laws house, you felt better. He kept telling you it wasn’t your fault and as long as you were okay with it, they could work something out where Bob and Carol would still be allowed to see Mason, just as long as Jake wasn’t around.

You didn’t realize how fast your court date would come. A lot of prep, a lot of crying, a lot of hugs from Aaron. A lot of comfort from Mason and Jack. 

Sleepless nights. Lots of them. 

You were up at 2am, sitting on the couch, watching a movie, not able to sleep. Court was the next morning at 9am. Luckily not a 7 or 8am start, so you could have time to be with the boys before you had to go relieve the traumatic events of your life. 

While sitting on the couch, you didn’t expect Aaron to come out of his room, wide awake. 

“Did I wake you up?”

“No. God, no. I just couldn’t sleep.”

You looked at him and chuckled. You moved the blanket off of you and said, “I couldn’t sleep either. Come sit, we can watch a movie together.”

You were falling in love with Aaron. You never really fell out of love with him to begin with. You had to on the outside, but deep within, you knew your heart always belonged with Aaron. Maybe he felt the same, maybe he didn’t. If he hadn’t left you, there wouldn’t be Haley, and there certainly wouldn’t be Jack. He loves him with everything he has. 

You were taken out of your thoughts as his body slid right next to yours, the blanket finding it’s way over both of you. He was your comfort person. You think he always was. Aaron and of course, Mason. They were your comfort people. And now, you’d be adding Jack into that mix of comfort people. 

At one point in your life, you did find comfort in Jake. But that was only a short amount of time 10 years ago. You found comfort in Jake when you were upset about your broken engagement with Aaron. Jake should have just been a rebound, a hookup at most, how’d you let it get this bad?

“Y/n, you know none of this is your fault. Right? Whatever happens in court, they’re gonna blame you, they’re gonna make you seem like you could’ve gotten out.”

“Could’ve gotten out? Jesus Christ, Aaron! He would have killed me! I think he still would if we weren’t gonna be in court surrounded by cops and the FBI. He almost beat me to death with my son in the house.”

You started crying. You were furious, upset. As you went to pull away from Aaron, he pulled you closer next to him, giving you a tight squeeze. 

“Hey, shh, shh. It’s okay. I’m not saying you could’ve left because I know what he did to you. I read the letters, y/n, trust me. I know. I believe you, hell, I saw what he did to you. I’m just telling you, I worked in court, I handled cases like this, I’ve been in the FBI for too long to know that victims of domestic abuse sometimes don’t always win in court and they end up dying 2 weeks later because their abuser kills them. I’m sure as hell not letting that happen. Whatever happens, we will adjust. If he gets off free, then we’ll play it by year.” 

“Try and get some sleep. Mason will be up in a bit for a bottle, you’ll need to get some sleep for court. Come on. Just close your eyes.”

You didn’t realize that sleeping with Aaron, even on his couch, would be a comfy place for you, some where you’d get your best sleep since the last time you slept with him. 

You awoke the next morning to the smell of breakfast and kids laughing. When you walked into the kitchen, you saw Aaron sitting with the kids at the table, he was feeding Mason and Jack was eating breakfast. 

“Good morning!”

Jack got up from his spot to hug you and you smiled at Aaron. 

“Eat, then get dressed. Jessica’s coming to pick up Jack in 15 minutes. I already showered this morning when I got up with Mason.”

“Did you take the baby monitor from me last night?”

“I did. I wanted you to sleep. Mason got up at 7, I was already up by then.”

Mason wasn’t his son and Aaron was being an amazing father to Mason than Jake ever was. You were lucky you met Aaron all those years ago. You didn’t think you’d be in this situation, you were sure you were going to marry Aaron, but life works in mysterious ways. 

After a morning with the boys, saying goodbye to Jack, getting Mason ready then getting yourself dressed, then making sure Aaron had some time to get dressed as well. It was weird to see him dressed for court, especially when it was your case that he was going to court for. 

He grabbed the diaper bag and he said, “Let’s go.” As you all got in Aaron’s car, you couldn’t help but have a silent car ride there. Just the sound of Mason’s soft snores, Aaron’s hand finding yours in your lap. 

Everything went by in slow motion. Walking into the court house, meeting with your attorney, seeing Aaron’s team there. Some of them going to testify. Walking into the courtroom, seeing Jake.

It felt good knowing today was the day you were going to be getting out of this relationship for good. At least you were hoping you would. You saw Jake sitting with his lawyer. He saw you walke in with Mason and Aaron and your lawyer. Part of you felt bad that Jake couldn’t hold his son, but he had a chance to turn his life around with you. He could have gotten better, you think part of him could. Wait, what were you thinking?. You keep going back to him, you shouldn’t. He hurt you. 

Aaron took Mason out of the carrier and you said, “He’s got extra diapers in there, he really likes his strawberry and banana puffs.”

“Y/n/n, I know. You’ve been living with me for a month. I got this. Just worry about the trial. We’re right behind you.” 

You gave him a soft smile and whispered a thank you. You kissed Mason and then you took a seat at the table. 

Court doesn’t appear like it does in TV shows or movies. There are much more boring moments, you see everything. The judge introducing himself, him talking to the members of the jury about what their roles are, the attorneys introducing themselves, who they are defending, the whole nine yards. 

You watched people go up one by one testifying for you. Then you went up to the stand, and that’s where the madness begins. Putting the victim on the stand, no, not victim, survivor. 

Brian said, “On the stand is Ms. Y/n Y/l/n,”

“Please. Call me Y/n.”

“Y/n, is it true you wrote a series of letters to your past lover, Aaron Hotchner, when you were engaged and married to Jake?”

“Yes, but those were letters I never sent. It was my escape from reality.”

“I’d like to take look at this letter.”

They started reading the letters from when you first met Jake, to when you got engaged to your wedding night. You watched how the jury was reacting. There was one woman who was silently crying. You saw her wipe her cheek. She wasn’t crying enough for everyone to notice, but it was enough to know that what you went through did hurt outsiders looking in. 

Brian handed you a letter and said, “Y/n, why don’t you read this one.”

You held the letter and began reading, 

“Aaron, Well, I don’t know how to say it so I’m just going to say it. I’m pregnant. Yep. I just found out while in my bathroom. I hadn’t felt good these past couple of days, so I decided to take a pregnancy test. You know I’ve always wanted children, but I never wanted children with Jake. I wanted to have children with you. I don’t even know if Jake wants children. Abortion is an option, but I don’t want to get one. I’ve always wanted children and to be a mom and this might be my only chance. The thing is, when this baby was conceived, it wasn’t even conceived out of love. Jake was mad at me. He basically fucked his fustrations out on me. I just have to lay there like I’m some type of sex doll, and I hate it. If I were to tell him no, he’d hit me. So I have to live with this. I’m sorry I hadn’t seen you in a while, it was for the best. Well, for you. Maybe not for me. I’m hoping that when I tell Jake, he’ll be so happy. Maybe he’ll turn around, no longer hit me or abuse me. I hope you and Jack are doing well.”

Aaron was sat with Mason on the benches behind the table where you were supposed to be seated. Derek and Dave both on his sides. His friend had stood up while you were on the stand and said, “Your honor, right now, we’d like to show the court and members of the jury direct evidence of the final piece of physical abuse that Ms. Y/L/N sustained from Jake.”

You looked at Aaron, eyes looking back at yours. He didn’t know what was going on. He thought you gave him every piece of evidence you had against Jake. He looked at you, what hurt you the most was that you never showed this to Aaron. You weren’t about to cry because of the trauma you endured with Jake, but you were getting ready to cry because you saw that Aaron’s heart was gonna break.

Your attorney said, “People of the court, members of the court, people of the jury, I do want to give you a warning that what you see in this video is a heinous act. There will be blood, yelling, etc.”

Dave whispered to Aaron, “Why don’t you go outside and take Mason for a walk.”

“No. No. I’m not leaving her alone. It’s fine. I can control myself. I’m a profiler, Dave. I’m a Unit Chief. I can control my emotions.”

Aaron was cut off by the sound of your voice coming from the video. 

The video had shown you downstairs coming to greet Jake. You had secretly propped your phone up on the counter, hoping to catch him in the act of one of the most disgusting things a man could do to a woman. You wanted to catch him, that way it wouldn’t be hear-say. You know since you’ve seen shows about it, but you also know because your father-in-law was a successful attorney. 

Watching the video up at the stand, you couldn’t help but flinch when the first hit happened. It all comes flooding back to you at once. You had gone to see Aaron. Came back home and Jake flipped. 

When you looked over at Aaron, you saw the tears rolling down his face. How he held Mason tighter, shielding Mason into his chest so Mason couldn’t see. You’ve never seen Aaron this heartbroken before. You hated that you couldn’t hold him in your arms and tell him you’re okay. 

You’d lie to Aaron and tell him that it didn’t hurt, even when it was one of the most painful things you went through. This was one video of abuse, but you had been abused for 10 years prior to this one video clip.

Aaron whispered to Dave, “I could kill him right now. Dave, this is the night I picked her up. She called me after this. Had I known he would’ve done this.”

“Relax, Aaron. Relax.”

Dave put his hand on Aaron’s back, telling him to calm down, don’t make a scene with a baby in his hands.

Looking at Aaron’s face, you saw the anger, the hurt, the guilt, sadness. You saw every emotion he was going through. You didn’t miss the way he wiped his tears away and you certainly didn’t miss the way that your son had saw him upset and leaned into him, and patted his stomach. 

Mason was amazing, he always knew how to calm people down, even if he was just a baby. He was a great profiler, maybe deep down, the universe needed Mason to be like Aaron and you. Maybe Mason was the the baby you and Aaron were meant to have all those years ago. 

You decided to shake the thought. You couldn’t think about them right now. You had a case to win. You wanted justice to be served. You wanted to show everyone who is in an abusive relationship that it’s okay to get out. 

Aaron watched as the video ended, you quickly grabbing the phone, catching a glimpse of your face and the blood running down. He made eye contact with you, whispering an “I’m sorry.”

Brian said, “That’s all, your honor.”

Jake’s lawyer stood up and said, “We have no questions, your honor.”

The judge told you that you could step down and you walked back to sit down at your seat. The judge dismissed the jury and you walked over to hug Aaron. 

Rossi said, “We got sandwiches in a break room. Come on, let’s go have lunch.”

“I’m going to go change Mason and freshen up in the bathroom, okay?”

You took Mason from Aaron and walked into the bathroom, you changed his diaper and fixed your make up. Walking out, you saw Jake. 

“Y/n, please. Let them drop the charges. I’m gonna change. I’ve started going to therapy. I want to raise our son. Look how big he’s gotten.”

“No Jake, you had 10 years to change, and you didn’t. It only got worse.”

Aaron said, “Rossi, the last time he hit her.”

“Um. Aaron, I think we got bigger problems right now.”

Rossi nodded his head towards where you were and Aaron started walking towards you, Jake, and Mason. Rossi following right behind him. 

“You’re not supposed to talk to her.”

“Aaron Hotchner. What a man. This is the guy who left you?”

“Jake, just drop it. Go with your lawyer, I’m going with mine.”

Jake stepped closer and said, “Is she as good in bed as when you first had her? I worked her open for you, turned her into a whore.”

“Don’t speak about her like that.”

“You know, you won. You got her back, you get my son, you won.”

“Good, because you never deserved her. You never deserved her love, affection, for her to be the mother of your child. You never deserved for her to even look at you. She trusted you and you hurt her. You’re a monster and I’m glad your son isn’t going to be around you.”

Jake took a step back and you walked over to Aaron. You started to pull Aaron towards Rossi and Aaron stopped. 

“You know, I didn’t deserve to win either, I broke her heart and me breaking her heart led her to you. And you put her through so much hell, Jake. But this wouldn’t have happened if it wasn’t for me. But I’m damn sure gonna spend the rest of my life making it up to her and fixing what you broke. So you know what, I’m glad I won. I’m gonna protect her and Mason from monsters like you.”

Aaron put his hand on your back and you guys walked into the break room. Aaron’s team was playing with Mason and you just sat with him on the couch. Taking everything in. How did Aaron say he didn’t deserve you? Why the hell would Jake even approach Aaron. 

There was a knock on the door, Brian came in and said, “The jury has made a decision.”

“That’s good, right Aar?”

“That’s quick for a jury. Hopefully it is good.”

As everyone got seated back in the courthouse, they went through the usual spiel that you watch on TV shows. The first juror stands and responds back to the judge. Here it is, the verdict. 

“We find the defendant, guilty, on all counts your honor.”

You began to cry. You had won. This battle was over. You’ve won custody of Mason, Jake was going to jail, he would never touch another girl like what he put you through again.

You hugged Brian and then hugged Aaron and Mason. Aaron kissed your cheek and you took Mason. You told Brian you wanted to see Jake before they took him away. 

You walked over to Jake’s table with Mason and Jake said, “I’m sorry for what I did to you Y/n, you didn’t deserve any of it. I know you’re going to be a great mom to Mason. You already are. And Aaron, I can see why you were still in love with him when we first met in that bar 11 years ago. He loves you, don’t let him go. You deserve him after what I did to you. I’m sorry. Can I-can I kiss my son goodbye?”

You looked over at Aaron and he was watching you. You told Jake to sit down and you walked next to him and placed Mason in his arms. Aaron got closer to where you were standing and Rossi pulled him back. Rossi said, “She’s got this Aaron. Let her do this. Let her get some closure.”

“Goodbye Mason, Be good. You’re very lucky to have an amazing mom. Very lucky to have a good dad from here on out.”

Jake kissed Mason on his head and you took Mason back. “Goodbye Jake.”

You walked away. Closing that chapter of your life, opening the next with Aaron. As you went home that evening, Aaron inviting the team over for dinner, letting the kids all hang out, you were cuddled into Aaron. 

Penelope said, “So, now that this is all over, does this mean you two are getting back together again?”

Aaron said, “We’re not in a rush, whatever happens, happens.”

After everyone had gone home, Jack gone to sleepover with Henry at JJ’s house, Mason put to bed, you sat in front of Aaron’s fire place with him. The soft glow of the fire going with the lights you had hung up.

“I’m proud of you, for ending the cycle of abuse. I’m sorry I broke your heart all those years ago, I was scared. I was scared of marrying my best friend, having children with her, and growing old with her. I knew all your deepest darkest secrets. I knew your biggest insecurities and I treated you like shit. You didn’t deserve that, y/n. I am so, so sorry.”

“Did you really mean what you said to Jake? That you didn’t deserve to win?”

“Yeah, because I didn’t. Jake nor I didn’t deserve you.”

“No, you deserve me because I deserve you. I don’t know any other man in this world that would drop everything he had going on in his life to help an ex-fiance. You let me move into an apartment with my 6 month old son at the time.”

“I told you I was going to spend the rest of my life making it up to you. I meant it.”

You leaned into Aaron for a kiss. His hand cupping your face. It was a soft, beautiful kiss. It wasn’t long before you and him found yourself stripping your clothes and mkaing love right in front of the fire place. The last time you had made love instead of had sex had been two weeks before your engagement had ended. It was your anniversary with Aaron. There was something meaningful with Aaron, and you had it even after all these years. 

*3 months later*

Things were great. You had a successful teaching job, Mason was thriving, Jack was a great son, and Aaron was amazing. Your little family was great. Aaron wasn’t officially your husband but you were all living together. You and Aaron bought a beautiful house, Derek helped renovate it to make it your dream home. 

You were celebrating Mason’s birthday. He was a year old. It was scary to think that just a year ago, you were in an abusive relationship, giving birth to a baby, alone. Now, you were surrounded by Aaron and Jack and amazing friends and family. What you never thought about was how Mason’s birthday was the day that you wanted to marry Aaron all those years ago. 

You never thought about it until Aaron brought it up to you last month. Mason took very well to Aaron, started calling him dada. It brought tears to Aaron’s eyes, he never knew that Mason and you could fill the void in his heart when Haley passed and when he left you. Jack was amazing and he loved Jack so much, but there was something about adding another child, one that wasn’t biologically his, into the mix. 

Aaron said, “If you’ll clean up, I’ll go get him cleaned up and into his PJs?”

“Sounds good, Aar.”

You watched him walk away and upstairs with Mason. Jack helped you clean up. He was such a great helper with Mason. He was an amazing big brother. You were hoping you could make him a big brother to more siblings, but that would come later down the road, only if Aaron wanted more.

Rossi said, “There’s my baby boy! Look how cute he looks.”

Rossi read his shirt and Mason said, “Mama!”

You turned around and Aaron was walking behind Mason. You knelt to the floor to hug Mason and Mason pointed to his shirt. 

“Will you marry, Daddy?”

You looked up at Aaron and watched as he knelt down to the ground. You held Mason by you and then Jack came to yourside. You were with Aaron and he held out an engagement ring. 

“We’ve been through a lot Y/n, in 20 years, more than anyone else has been through. I’m asking you to marry me, but I’m in no rush to have the big white wedding. I want you to be Mrs. Hotchner. I wanted you to be that 20 years ago, but I was a coward because you were a powerful woman, knowing what you want. I should have stuck with you. You went through hell and back and hell and back just to get where we are today. Let me make it up to you for the rest of my life. I love you, Jack loves you, so, will you marry me?”

“Absolutely I will.”

Aaron slipped the ring on your finger and you put your hands on his face. Pulling him into a kiss. Jack hugged you and Mason hugged him. Your little family was complete. You were so proud of getting out of your relationship with Jake. You and Mason deserved a happy life with Jack and Aaron. You were so proud that this was the outcome you had. 

If there’s ever a doubt in your mind that you deserve better, you do, and you go find it. 

“When it comes to abuse, you believe there’s no way out. There is always help. There is always a way out.” – Donna Mulvey

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[andromeda-pleiades]

Shadows of Trust - 3

Part - 1 Part - 2

PAIRING: Simon 'Ghost' Riley x F!Medic!Reader

WORD COUNT: 3,339

CW: oral m receiving, mini thigh riding

Putting this out on Valentines Day was a challenge because I got really bad writers block and just wanted to write smut, lol. But I hope yall like this .

Also if you saw me accidently post it last night you didn't

As the days passed, Simon found himself replaying the events with Grim in his mind. The only person he had shared the details with was Price, who, instead of providing comfort, teased him.

“If a few meetings got you acting lovestruck would love to see you actually talk to her”

Besides his mental turmoil, Price had volunteered the 141’s services in apprehending a high-profile hostage from Russia. Preparing for the mission Simon had a lot of paperwork to do. He usually would have done anything to get out of paperwork but now it was a welcome distraction.

The only downside to putting all of his thoughts into paperwork was that he saw the team that needed their help was not only the US Air Force but the exact team Grim was working with. No matter what he did he couldn't erase Grim from his mind, he thought of her when he awoke, when he ate, doing paperwork, and especially when he tried (but failed) to fall asleep

The fact was that Grim was everywhere.

He would stroll the main grounds as he walked around the base, eyeing every leaf that moved, reacting to every sound the wind made, hoping that it was early enough for Grim to be still asleep, still tucked in the covers of your bed so he wouldn’t see her, he wouldn’t have noticed her presence, so he would’ve behaved like the ‘Ghost’ he hadn’t seen in a while, the cold, detached, business-like ‘Ghost’, the one whose head was not tormented and stuck to the sight of her. The Simon Price would’ve been happy to get back, since even Gaz noticed some kind of discrepancies in his harsh exterior, asking whenever he would find him fidgeting at her mere presence if he was ok. Simon hoped he hadn’t made the connection of those strange behaviors arising just during the period of her arrival.

The thing that really set him off, the thing that made him realize that he was one step away from losing it all was the fact that even the sergeants noticed this change.

“Are you always this stiff whenever you see someone talk or is it just because it’s her?” Gaz had said, at the side of the sparring mats watching you try to explain something to Soap who was nodding eagerly but, from the looks of it, not understanding much.

“Excuse me?” Ghost’s blood had turned cold in his veins almost instantly, he felt his shoulder grow stiffer, and his neck hurt as he turned his head to look at the man beside him.

Gaz’s eyes seemed to hold one too many secrets for his liking. The man just smiled before quickly walking away.

If Gaz knew surely Soap would hear the news, soon then the whole base would hear the rumors because God knows Soap can’t keep his mouth closed. What he didn't expect was Soap to immediately confront him

Simon never wanted someone to change the topic more than at that time, luckily for him, Soap's attention span lasted only a couple of minutes. Soap seemed to be much more interested in the group of dogs in training coming into the cafeteria.

Avoiding her had to come to an end at some point, even though he wished he could avoid his feelings and responsibilities forever. He had to talk to the medics of his force and Grims, making sure they had enough materials to keep most of his men alive. He avoided her eyes most of the meeting, looking over her head and giving her one-word responses. But as the universe may have it, she was one of the most qualified medics in the room, so qualified in fact that all further medical inquiries would need to go through her, one one-on-one.

Luckily, he had a sergeant who was very eager to pass on his messages. Whether the time Soap spent with you was making him uneasy, or the fact you followed Soap around like a puppy, he didn't have the energy to find out. And Soap didn't give him the time to find out

The next day Ghost was rudely woken up by the familiar sound of knocking, he had spent one of the worst nights, barely asleep, tossing and turning waiting for Sleep's lovely embrace to take him to a place where his dreams would make him forget about the insane reality he was living in, but it never really came. That was why, when he finally decided that the banging was annoying him enough to get up from his bed and lean against the door, preparing himself to deal with whoever thought it was appropriate to wake him up.

"What the…" Half asleep, standing on one foot and balancing on the other one, trying not to slip on the perfectly polished floor, hanging on the wall like it was an anchor, Simon had a vision: Soap smiling, a huge, mischievous smile on his lips and someone talking to him.

You and your heavenly voice

Ghost considered the possibility of having a brain tumor. He wasn't the safest man, a brain tumor meant having visions in some cases and, it was a possibility, certainly a fair better one than having to decide if you could set foot in his room because he was almost sure he would've had to burn the entire base down to get rid of the memories if you ever did.

So, while you and Soap were, as usual, arguing, Ghost's mind was trying to work a responsible and mature solution between arson and a brain tumor.

Then he started banging on the door again, startling him.

"Open Up! I know you're theree!" Soap sang.

"Maybe he went on a trip…" Oh, her voice. Now his ears were playing tricks on him too. "I mean he hasn't really been around mu-"

Nope, you were still there.

What had he done?

He still hadn’t moved. Still paralyzed, still drenched in that absurd, apparently ridiculous substance that had been knocking the air out of his lungs a few hours before.

He looked at the door like it was about to burst open or like he was scared that it was going to slowly and painfully unlock and tilt slightly open, like the ones you’d see in a horror movie.

Except no hand drenched in crimson blood reached to the side, no terrifying face poked through the gap.

There was nothing to fear.

Nothing that a sane mind would’ve considered fearful. So why was Ghost’s heart hammering inside his chest? Why did he feel ready to bolt, ready to fight?

He saw his own hand reach for the doorknob, saw, in horror, the neat and strong fingers holding onto the metal.

And then, he saw it twist it.

The horror, the screeching, the madness in his head, the tension building up on his body, he felt it all rushing through his hands, he felt it rising up to his feet, crawling, like a sneaky spider, on his back.

He readjusted his stance, he breathed out and the door was finally being moved.

"Hey." If he knew that on the other side of that stupid piece of wood was your gentle, warm smile he would've busted it open from the start.

If he knew he'd hear your voice speak so sweetly, if he only knew, he would've made the world go quiet and listen to what you had to say.

There was no pain in his chest anymore, no buzzing in his head, no spider crawling on his back.

"Hi." He tried, it felt wrong to speak after you, like purposely, immaturely, interrupting the symphony of a perfectly harmonious orchestra.

You smiled and again, Ghost felt his heart in his throat, not for fear this time but for longing. He felt like the witness of the few, shy rays of sun after the cold and mighty night, the joyous, festive colors they would create as they painted the sky.

"You know…" Soap pointed at you. "I should bring you with me every time I have to ask Ghostie for a favor, you seem to put him in a good mood."

Ghost glared at soap, you didn't know if it was for the special nickname or for the context of the accusations. If it was the latter he didn't show any concern.

"Actually Soap, this is the last time you trick me into doing any of this."

"He tricked you?" Ghost wasted no time working with the new information, he was waiting for it actually, so he could be looking at you with a purpose without merely sneaking a glance.

"He did." You smiled, the way his eyes landed on you meant trouble and, thanks to the liquid courage in your hands, you were ready for it. "He told me we were going to ask Price about the drinks and not annoy you with our pleas…" You looked back to Soap, annoyed, but you quickly returned to Ghost, the sight was not enough, never enough.

You had, admittingly, drunk a little before with soap, deciding to pregame your begging. Which is why you apparently lost all professionalism and filters.

“I honestly expected you to be busy with some lucky girl” you chuckle, “Expected to see a line out the door, would’ve had to take a queue”

Thankfully, Soap laughed.

“No, not really.” Ghost sounded different as if you could hear his smile through words. You couldn't help the smile that grew on your face.

“Course not Bonnie, he couldn't even get Gaz to step in his room when he first got to base. He was so scared thought he was getting sacrificed or something. I wish you could have seen it.” Soap told through giggles

“Speaking of shouldn't we get Gaz to come help us too?” You asked.

“Oh that's so smart Bonnie, if we get Gaz to do it then we won't need anyone else. Kyle knows how to hit Price in that sweet spot he canne tell him no” Soap pats you on the back like a dog learning a new trick then runs out of Ghost's room. His feet can be heard pounding on the ground, certain to wake a few people.

But with soap absence, that left you and Ghost, alone, in a room by yourselves.

While you wanted a moment alone with Ghost since you got here, being in his bedroom was another story. Especially when you both are so quiet, just staring at one another.

Do you want to drink?” You reach to twist the top of the bottle but he stops you, grabbing your wrist.

“Did you really come to recruit to pressure Price?” He narrows his eyes and your knees feel a little wobbly.

Fair enough.

“I guess not.” You take a step forward as best you can considering the height difference.

He doesn’t speak, he just stares down at you.

His pupils are fucking massive.

Or are his eyes just that dark?

“Ghost?” He’s definitely moving closer to you, even if it’s in such small increments that you don’t actually perceive his motion.

“Simon?” He moves his face closer to yours, inhaling deeply.

“I've really wanted some time alone with you.” You’re feeling a little weak in the knees.

In the alley, he was intoxicating enough covered in blood, but in a space this small?

His presence threatens to smother you.

“You already regretting it?” He chuckles, as he lifts his mask so only his mouth is uncovered, showing the scars and stubble he wears.

“No, The furthest thing from that actually.”

Turns out, Simon Riley is full of surprises.

First, he avoids you all week, then he’s all smiles, and now it seems he can’t get his hands on you fast enough.

Nothing about his attitude tonight indicated that he’d growl the moment he got his lips on yours yet when you crash your mouth into his he silences all thoughts roaming in your head, only the thoughts of him and his body remain.

You want to feel him everywhere.

You take his face in your hands and bring him back in for another kiss.

His mouth is sweet.

Did he drink before you got here?

He likes bourbon if your memory is correct.

You can’t focus on that though as his teeth graze your bottom lip and you instinctively poke your tongue out trying to taste more of him, his kisses are slow and sloppy as smiles against you.

He shifts his legs so his knee pushes up between your thighs and your head falls back into the door, finally giving you that much-needed friction.

“Simon- Simon, just like that.” You shut your eyes, already dropping any and all inhibitions as you grind down against his thigh.

“Yeah?” He sounds fucking ravenous as he steadies his leg so you can rub against him without any resistance. “Show me how you like it, gorgeous.”

If you continue to get off on his thigh your night would play out much differently and you needed to taste him before you lost the chance.

You slid yourself down his body, kneeling in front of him. You unbuckled his belt and slid it from the loops. Simon kept his eyes on you as your fingers moved carefully to unzip his pants, pulling just far enough to release his manhood.

He let out a soft grunt as you palmed his thick cock through his boxers. You looked up at Simon, smiling as you slid his boxers down, maintaining eye contact, while you tipped his cock up to your mouth. You slide your fingers on a thick vein on the underside of his cock and let the tip touch your tongue gathering your spit. Simon let out a huff of air, though you couldn't see his expression you knew was losing patience. You moved your hands to steady yourself on his thighs as you took his cook into your mouth. You sucked at the tip and slid your tongue up his shaft. All you could hear were his soft grunts. His hips thrust into your mouth, forcing his long cock further into your throat, making your eyes water. You can tell he is right on the edge with the speed of his hips. You stop moving, letting him control your head to his pleasure. He moans then pulls your face till your nose touches the base of his cock eliciting a moan from you and a breathy moan from him, then you feel the warmth of him spilling down your throat.

“Grim-” Your voice is strained as he pulls your head off his cock, suddenly leaving without the welcome weight on your tongue.

“We should- stop.” His breathing is heavy as he murmurs against your lips, kissing you one last time, he certainly isn’t acting like someone who wants to stop.

“W-why?”

“We need to stop.” And with that, he pulls back a bit.

“Are you okay?” You grab his face, but he stops your hands from exploring.

“Yes it’s just-”

Shit, did you do something wrong?

“There are rules, Grim rules I shouldn't be breaking especially as your CO”

“We’re already past that part.” You try to ease his nerves but still, he seems to be only gaining distance from you.

“You should go Grim.” He steps aside as if making way for you to leave.

“Wow” rejection no matter what age still hurts, but you rather not let him see you cry so you stand up straight and walk through his door.

When the day of the mission arrived, You and Ghost ended up on different planes much to his dismay. The operation went smoothly, with few casualties, but those who were injured required the full attention of the medics.

You were nowhere to be found. Ghost would ask a new rookie every thirty minutes if anyone knows of your status. The answer varied as you were busy tending to the injured, but one factor remained, you were the furthest you could be from him. For that he couldn't blame you, he would have never seen him again if he was in your situation.

He knew you didn't want to see him, you basically ran from him when the helicopters landed. Taking your happiness and comfort from you just so he could fulfill his desires was selfish. But if wanting to see you, hear you, and hopefully feel you again made him selfish, then he was the most egotistical man to grace the earth.

As of now, he has been standing outside the medical tent waiting for you to walk out, which got the attention of Gaz and Soap.

“Are you waiting for your girl Ghost?” Gaz said. Unaware of his surroundings, Ghost was startled when Gaz and Soap came from behind him. It honestly scared him. His thoughts were completely taken up by you that he was letting his guard down

“Who are ye talkin about” Soap questioned “Grim, you haven't noticed? Ghost got himself a little crush, been following her around all day.”

Soap looked at Ghost who hadn't turned to them, intent on staring at the opening in the medical tent, then burst into laughter.

“Ye’ got to be jokin, Ghostie here isn't the type to get a crush. And besides I've been putting the moves on her myself.”

Now that broke Ghost's focus. Could that be true, you do spend an awful lot of time with Soap. But no. You wouldn't have slept with him If you're interested in soap.

“Oh really?” Gaz said with an amused smirk on his face.

“Yeah, I was going to ask her for a drink later but she's been in that damn tent all day”

“Fraternizing is illegal Sergeant,” Ghost said albeit a little louder than he meant for it to be but if it got soap away from you then mission accomplished. “ Don't make me write you up to Price”.

Soap had a very confused look on his face. “Calm down Lt. it's not like I want to marry her or anything. She's going back to America soon, I'm just spending the night with her. Been a long time since I got some.”

Now Ghost is a very patient man he can withstand weeks of torture without breaking but, this torture is on another level. He shoved past Soap on his way to the tent knocking into him hard.

Ghost looked around for you and found and found you wrapping the ankle on one of the privates, your back stiff as you busied yourself with the cloth.

"Grim," he called, his voice firm and commanding.

You stiffened at the sound of his voice but didn't turn to acknowledge him.

"You can't keep avoiding me," Ghost pressed on, his tone unwavering.

Still, You remained silent, your focus now shifted to restocking supplies.

"If you're still upset about last night then you come talk to me—" Ghost started, his voice retaining its steely resolve.

“Get out of my tent Ghost” You cut him off not wanting to hear any more from him.

Ghost continued as if you didn't say anything. “You don't sulk around and try to avoid me, insubordination isn't going to get you any–”

Suddenly, You whirled around, your eyes flashing with anger. "I'm not one of your subordinates, Lieutenant," you interrupted again, your voice sharp and cutting. "I am your medic, and right now, I outrank you. Get out of my tent."

Ghost's jaw clenched at your words, but he didn't falter. Instead, he met your gaze head-on, his expression hardened. "We'll talk later," he stated firmly, before turning on his heel and striding away, leaving you to her solitude.

Days turned into weeks, and soon it was time to return to America. Ghost sought out Grim one last time, determination burning in his eyes.

"We'll talk when I see you again," he stated firmly, his voice brooking no argument.

You merely shook your head, a bitter smile twisting your lips. "I doubt it," you replied, your tone tinged with resignation.

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Firefighter part 2

Here it is! I hope you all enjoy! Tag list of those I thought would like to be tagged; if you don't want to be, just let me know, and I won't do it again. @voraciousvore @gtzel @empressxmachina

Lucy’s tiny hands trembled as she gripped the metal bars of her enclosure, her breaths shallow and uneven. She let out a huff of frustration, her eyes scanning the rodent cage that Mike had so thoughtlessly placed her in. It was no larger than a shoebox to someone of normal size, but to Lucy, it was a prison. A latched gate at the front of the cage meant to keep unwanted critters out—or, in her case, trapped.

The thick latch barely budged under her four-inch frame. She gritted her teeth, throwing her whole weight against the unyielding barrier. "Come on, come on," she grunted through clenched jaws.

With a cry of frustration, Lucy collapsed backward, wincing as her shoulder slammed against the hard floor. A dull ache radiated down her arm now. "Useless," she muttered, glaring up at the door that towered above her. She wouldn't be getting out tonight. Exhaustion crept over her as she curled up in the corner, shivering against the cold that permeated the cage.

Lucy awoke early the next morning, her back sore and muscles stiff from a night spent on the hard cage floor. She paced the confines of her tiny prison, trying to psych herself up.

"You can do this," she muttered under her breath. "Don't let him intimidate you just because he's huge."

She steeled herself, ready to give Mike a piece of her mind when he showed up. She would not be cowed or treated like a pet!

But all of Lucy's courage evaporated when the giant lumbered into the kitchen, still half-asleep and scratching his messy hair. He was just so massive compared to her four-inch frame, like a lumbering bear next to a mouse.

"Morning already?" Mike yawned loudly, oblivious to the storm brewing inside the tiny girl.

As he set about making his coffee. She stood motionless, watching Mike drop heavily into a chair, his presence dominating the small space. He wrapped his hands around the steaming mug and brought it to his lips, his gaze settling on the cage – on her.

"Damn, what's this?" Mike's voice rumbled through the room as his brow furrowed, noticing the mottled bruise coloring her shoulder.

The room seemed to lurch as Mike's hand reached towards her, the cage door swinging open with ease under his touch. "How did you even get hurt?" he asked, his voice tinged with concern and confusion.

Panic surged through Lucy as his fingers, thick as tree trunks compared to her fragile form, enclosed around her, lifting her from the cage. The world tilted, and suddenly, she was airborne, face-to-face with the giant who held her fate between his fingertips.

"Mi-Mike..." Her protest died in her throat, swallowed by the overwhelming fear of being so completely at his mercy.

Lucy's tiny body trembled as she was suspended before Mike's massive visage. His eyes were bigger than her whole head, and they studied her intently. She flinched as one thick finger gently probed her bruised arm.

"Looks like you're more breakable than I thought," Mike muttered, almost to himself. "We'll get you a proper setup soon."

The condescension in his tone was the last straw. Lucy's fear gave way to a fiery surge of defiance. "Oh, geez, don't bother, that cage right there was a five-star experience!" she spat out, each word laced with scorn. "I was cold, the floor was hard and there was nowhere to take a whiz!"

Mike's eyes widened slightly, taken aback by her outburst. He exhaled slowly, the warm puff of his breath washing over her like a polluted breeze.

"I'm sorry, that was thoughtless of me," he said gently. "After breakfast, we'll go to the pet store. You can pick out something better."

"You think I want another cage?" Lucy yelled, incensed. "I don't need a cage at all! I'm not a pet!"

Mike's expression turned somber, a shadow of doubt passing over his features. "I'm just doing what's best for you! I don't think you'll be safe if you free roam." He looked away, troubled by the situation, by her resistance, or perhaps by his own doubts about what he was doing.

Lucy's tiny chest heaved with each breath, her voice escalating to a piercing pitch that belied her minuscule stature. "No, no, no, look—I've survived 20 years without you in my life; I don't want to be locked up!"

Mike's jaw clenched, his eyes a stormy sea of frustration as they bore down into Lucy's defiant gaze. "You're being ungrateful about this; I saved your life!" His voice rumbled like distant thunder, his irritation clear, yet his ears seemed deaf to the desperate plea in her tone.

"Saving me doesn't mean you own me," Lucy shot back.

Mike's brow furrowed, a silent admission that her words struck deeper than expected. But then Mike's expression hardened, the lines of his face setting like concrete as he towered above her. "I'm done with this conversation," he declared, the finality in his tone leaving no room for argument. Without waiting for her reply, he deposited her into the pocket of his boxer shorts.

"Hey!" she protested, the fabric walls of her new prison muffling her outcry. She pushed against the cotton expanse.

Ignoring her, Mike strode across the kitchen, the motion causing Lucy to sway precariously. The scent of his soap mixed with the smell of that was undeniably Mike clung to the material.

The sizzle of bacon meeting the hot pan reached Lucy's ears, followed by the crackle of eggs as they were added to the mix.

"Keep it together, Lucy," she whispered, drawing a slow, steadying breath. Her fingers, nimble and practiced, grasped the hunting knife handle strapped to her thigh.

She inserted the blade into the cotton with surgical precision, feeling the resistance before it gave way, thread by thread. Sawing gently, she carved an escape route, mindful of Mike’s movements as he turned from the stove to retrieve something from the fridge.

The hole grew wider, a window to freedom. And then, with the grace of an acrobat, she eased herself through the gap, dangling momentarily. Her legs swung free, searching for purchase in the air.

"Here goes nothing." With a gulp, she released her hold on the torn fabric, plummeting downward in a controlled fall.

The ground rushed up to meet her, but she rolled with the impact, muscles absorbing the shock. Her triumph was short-lived; the bellow from above signaled that Mike had caught a glimpse of her daring descent.

"Lucy!" His voice boomed, laden with betrayal and concern.

She didn't hesitate, darting across the tiled floor with the speed that only desperate adrenaline could fuel. Mike's shadow loomed, his hands like clumsy cranes swooping down to snatch her back.

"Damn it, Lucy, stop!"

Her world narrowed to the safe wedge of darkness between the counter and fridge. She slipped into the crevice just as his fingers grazed her back.

"Please, come out. We can talk about this!"

Lucy pressed herself further into the shadows. She was no pet, no doll to be tucked away in a grown man's pocket.

"Talk? Like you listened before?" Her voice was a defiant hiss, a serpent ready to strike. "I'm not coming out."

"Lucy, I just want to—"

"Save it!"

Mike sighed heavily, "Fine, Lucy," he muttered, though his voice boomed like distant thunder. "Stay there if you want."

It wasn't until the front door closed with a finality that echoed through the empty space that she dared to move.

Creeping out from her sanctuary, Lucy's gaze landed on the plate left on the floor. It was a feast by any borrower's standards, piled high with bacon and eggs, steam still curling up from the freshly cooked meal. Her stomach growled.

"Thinks he can bribe me with breakfast," she scoffed quietly, eyes narrowing as she approached the offering with suspicion etched into her features.

Yet, as she poked at the eggs, she found no sign of tampering. Just the rich aroma of yolk and the savory tang of bacon.

"Ugh, damn it," she grumbled, giving in to her hunger. Biting into the bacon, the crunch was satisfyingly loud in her ears. Next, she tore off a piece of egg with her hands.

With her belly full, Lucy pondered her next move. Part of her wanted to flee this place and never look back. But the indignity of how Mike had treated her still burned. She wouldn't let him get away with it that easily.

No, she would stay right here, in the walls and crevices of Mike's home. She'd show him just how capable she was of caring for herself. And maybe she'd play a trick or two just to teach him a lesson about caging up borrowers.

Lucy smiled to herself. This could be fun. With that, she slipped into a nearby vent, ready to begin her new life of borrowing and pranking. Mike had no idea what was coming.

Sneaking through the vents and walls, Lucy scoped out the perfect spots to set up her new home. She located places to store food, make a cozy sleeping area, and peek into the rooms without being seen.

As she explored, Lucy daydreamed about the mischief she could cause. Filling Mike's shoes with thumbtacks would serve him right for trying to lock her up.

Lucy knew she'd have to be careful, though. Mike was aware of her presence now. He would likely set traps or try to catch her if given the chance. But Lucy was confident in her abilities. After all, she had survived on her own much longer than this giant had even known she existed.

Setting up shop here would let her prove she didn't need Mike's "help." And it would be satisfying to show him just how capable she was. With a determined grin, Lucy began making this place her new home. She was ready for this fun challenge of outsmarting the human at his own game.

Author: I imagine this turns into a friendlier version of Tom and Jerry. Lucy pulls pranks on Mike and avoids capture, and Mike tries to capture her safely. Eventually, as time passes, they become friends. Mike sees that he didn't treat her right to begin with. He feels bad, so he starts to leave peace offerings to her.

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Sweet Dreams Are Made of This pt. 17

Dark! Peter Maximoff x fem reader (Mob Au)

So, I was sad and I missed sweet dreams Peter so I decided to finally bring him back. I’m not sure how often I’ll be able to post of if I’ll be able to keep it up but I really love this story and I love hearing about it from y’all so I’ll try my best to finish it! Cause I really want y’all to see the ending I have planned for it! I hope you like it and as always I love to hear from you guys so be sure to comment and send me asks about it!

Summary:  Peter has felt like a piece of him has been missing ever since he was taken away from his mother to be raised by his father. But when you seem to fill that piece there’s no way he’s ever letting you go

Warnings: Fluff, angst, mentions of violence 

Word Count: 1.5k 

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11| Part 12 | Part 13 | Part 14 | Part 15 | Part 16

Peter awoke before you, moving in your arms to face you. Who was still fast asleep, but it was just as well, he wanted to stay like this as long as he could and he didn't think you’d indulge him in this way when you woke up. Peter’s hands were clenched close to his chest, he wanted to touch you but he didnt want you to wake. He didn't want to get caught.

So he watched you instead, took in the way your hair laid sprawled around you and the gentle rising and falling of your chest. He held his breath for a moment waiting for you to release your own before doing the same. He did it over and over until you were breathing in sync with one another. The rhythmic action eased his mind as he mulled over what would happen next. 

There was no denying you were going to be a permanent structure in his life, he assumed his father had brought you back and there was little chance he would let you. And if he tried Peter wouldn’t let him, he would rather die by his own creator's hands than risk losing you again. Despite this his heart still ached as he looked at you, something was nagging at him, that little part of him that came to life at the orders of his father. At the wickedness that lived within him when he carried out orders and relished in it.

It reminded him that you had left, sure you hadn’t a choice but he recalled the way he had watched the door and waited for you to try and break it down from the other side. That’s what he would have done if the position was reversed. But nothing, his father had watched with a growing grin as his face fell, realizing that you had left without even fighting for him. That you hadn’t even tried to contact him in the way he had done. That you didn't even care that he was slowly starving to death. That you had returned to your life without a second thought

That little part of him caused his hand to twitch and reach for your neck, to hover over the extended muscle. His fingers lightly laid over the skin, nails balancing on the delicate skin. One movement and you’d be gone, he could make you feel it all. All of those emotions that coiled within him and made him nauseated. He could watch the life drain from your eyes as you took your last breath with his name on your lips. He knew once he started he wouldn’t be able to stop, even if you begged, he’d go on. His love killing you before your lack of could kill him.

But then, in your sleep you reached for him, a hand pulling his waist closer and all those thoughts melted away. Peter felt a shiver run up his body and his hands curled back into his chest. You loved him. Oh you loved him so much that you sought him even in your sleep. 

The thought made him preen, and sink into the comfort of your embrace. As if a moment ago he wasn’t thinking of ending your life. Now all he could think of was how much you loved him and yet he needed more. Despite the row of pleasure last night he still needed more. Not necessarily in that way, although if the opportunity presented itself he wasn’t going to deny himself. No he needed you in a way that scared him, he needed you to smother him with love, to love him so much, so much to the point where the only thing that mattered to you was him. He needed to drown in it. For you to forcefully hold him down until he succumbed and died at the hands of you. He needed your love to kill him in the way that small part of him wanted to do to you. And even then it wouldn't be enough. 

Peter watched you until you finally awoke, and when you did he resented the way you moved away, scared at him watching you with those half lidded silver eyes of his. You looked around, unfamiliar with your surroundings and wondering if you were still trapped in a dream. But as you rubbed the sleep from your eyes your memory came back to you and a heavy feeling settled in your chest at the reminder. “Good morning.” Peter said, cold fingers coming to trace the outline of your mouth. You knew what he was hinting at and leaned forward kissing his lips. 

“Morning Peter.” You didn’t know what else to say, or what to do. You just stared at him as he did the same. But under your gaze he relented and dropped his cheeks dusting in scarlet and burying his face into you. 

“Don’t look at me like that.” He mumbled.

“Like what?” You asked. 

“Just… like that.” Peter didn’t elaborate and you didn't press him. After a moment he spoke again into your chest, “like you love me.” You couldn’t hear the words but felt the vibration of them run up your throat, unsettling you further. 

“What time is it?” You asked, squinting into the dark. 

Peter glanced at the clock above the door. “5:20, nearly breakfast time. Will you eat with me?” 

Your stomach churned at the thought of eating so early but you agreed, moving to get out of the bed before remembering you had shed your pants out of comfort the night before. You pulled the comforter tighter around your legs not wanting Peter to catch onto it and whine for an encore. “Do you have anything I can wear? My clothes are a mess from being in the rain yesterday.” 

Peter thought for a moment before moving over you and to the dresser. You watched him as he dug through his dresser, taking in his form. Despite his hunger strikes his body was still reminiscent of an athletic form. His legs, while long and lanky, still possessed the structure of an experienced runner. You wandered up to his narrow waist and to his once broad shoulders that now hung slightly forward. You wondered if anything he owned would even fit you.

He pulled out an oversized sweater with an intricate weave and embroidered PM crest over the chest and a plain pair of sweatpants, a bit of a mismatched pair. He looked almost embarrassed as he handed them over to you. “These are the only clothes I have other than what I typically wear.” You glanced past him and into the dresser to see it mostly lined with plain white dress shirts and black slacks. 

You took them and set them down in your lap with a grateful smile. “Thank you.” 

“I’ll um let you change in here. ”He mumbled, face tinted red as he took his own clothes and disappeared into the bathroom. 

You waited until the door completely shut before slipping your shirt over your head and putting on the sweater Peter had lent you. It fit you big and you could only imagine how it would fit his slender form. You rolled the sleeves back and held the pair of sweats out in front of you. It looked like a snug fit but you figured snug was better than nothing at all. You had just put them on when Peter came out. 

He was sporting his usual white button up with the sleeves secured tight at his wrists, and the bottom tucked into his black slacks. It looked as if he had tried to make himself look a little more put together than he actually was. His hair was gelled back and face bright with color, the outline of his fingers on his face indicated that he had slapped a little color into his cheeks in the hopes of looking somewhat nourished. The color only expanded when he saw you in his clothes, the PM embroidered crest resting over your heart. 

His eyes were unwavering as he took it in and after a moment you broke the silence. “What is it?” 

His tongue darted out to wet his lips and his eyes moved to look into yours, dark and unreadable. He made you wait a moment more before replying in a hushed voice that set you on edge. “You look like you belong to me.”

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Nothing More R.L x Reader Part 2

AN - hello sorry that it took so long to get this part out, I was really struggling on deciding which direction I wanted this fic to go. Pls pls let me know if you want another part and what you think of it so far.

Part 1 Part 3

The next morning Remus woke up groggily, his head was pounding and he squinted as the sun streamed in through the window. He reached out for his phone that was laying on the bedside table and tried to click it on to check the time. The screen remained blank and he let out a groan. 

“Brilliant.” He mumbled, letting the lifeless device fall through his fingers and onto the mattress with a soft thud. He got up far too quickly making himself feel lightheaded. Sweeping his hair out of his face, he hastily looked around the room for his clothes.  

“Are you leaving already?” a voice spoke out. He glanced over to the bed and the girl who was asleep a moment ago had suddenly woken up and was sat staring at him. Her hair had fallen messily around her face and she had remnants of last night's makeup smudged underneath her eyes.  

“Er, yeah.” Remus said as he pulled his t-shirt over his head, ruffling his hair up in the process. The girl didn’t reply, just watched him silently as he got dressed. 

“Are you going to call me?” she asked as he slung his leather jacket over his shoulder. 

“Probably not.” he admitted, “I’ll let myself out.” She made an annoyed noise in response and muttered something under her breath. Remus didn’t give himself chance to even respond to her as he was already out of the door. 

With his phone being dead, Remus had a long walk back to his and Y/N’s flat. He reached into the pocket of his jacket and fished out a packet of cigarettes, flicking it open he took one out and lit it. As he inhaled, images of last night crept into his mind. He couldn’t really remember how he ended up at the girl's house, everything seemed to go foggy after he saw Y/N kissing that guy.  

He felt sick as he thought about it but he convinced himself that it was just because of the hangover and not because he was jealous. He couldn’t be jealous. Remus didn’t get jealous. It was ridiculous. The fact that he couldn’t work out why he was so bothered by Y/N kissing someone was making him irrationally angry. He himself had had his fair share of drunken kisses in bars and one-night stands. Finishing his cigarette, he chucked it away, shoved his hands in his pockets and trudged the rest of the way home.  

It was when he reached the front door of their flat that he realised that he didn’t recall feeling his keys in his pocket. He let out a loud groan as he realised that he didn’t bring them out with him last night as he and Y/N left together and had intentions of coming back together. Clearly that didn’t go to plan. Knocking on the door he silently prayed that Y/N was awake and would let him in. After a few moments, he heard shuffling on the other side of the door and the jingling of keys.  

“I wasn’t expecting you back this early,” Y/N grinned. She was wearing an oversized t-shirt that he didn’t recognise and she stepped aside to let him into the flat. “I tried to call you.” 

“My phone died." Remus said, shrugging off his jacket and draping it over one of the chairs.  

“Good night?” Y/N asked.  

“Fine, yeah.” Remus crossed over to the kitchen and started making himself a cup of coffee. Y/N put his short replies down to the fact that he was hungover and thought nothing more of it as she retreated back into her bedroom. Remus slumped onto the sofa clutching his mug and hoping that the coffee would fill the aching feeling in his stomach. He must have fallen asleep as he awoke at the sound of the door to Y/N’s room swinging open and footsteps headed towards the kitchen.   

“Who’s that?” an unfamiliar voice spoke. Remus’s head snapped around and his eyes fell upon the man that he recognised from the bar. The one that Y/N kissed. 

“Oh, that’s Remus. He’s just my friend. My flatmate as well, obviously.” Y/N answered.  

“Obviously.” Remus repeated, his expression deadpan. 

Just my friend. 

Remus felt like he’d just been punched in the gut. The words repeated in his head and made him feel dizzy. He stood up quickly, sizing the guy up, his jaw clenched. His hands were shaking as he set his mug down on the table. 

“Are you on your way out?” Remus asked bluntly.  

“I-er-yeah.” the guy replied, looking uncomfortable. He turned to look at Y/N, “Call me, yeah?” Remus scoffed and the guy shot him a dirty look before grabbing his jacket and walking out of the door. Y/N looked at him, a puzzled expression on her face before turning around and flicking the kettle on.  

“Coffee?” she offered. 

“Nope.”  

Remus walked into his room and slammed his door shut. He sat on the edge of his bed and rested his head in his hands. His head was pounding, his heart was racing and he had this horrible empty feeling in his stomach. He flopped back onto his bed, long legs hanging over the edge as he stared at the ceiling. It was making him angry that he felt like this and he couldn’t work out why. When he saw that guy in their kitchen, he had this sudden rage in him that he’d never experienced before. It wasn’t often that Y/N brought someone back to their flat after a night out so it wasn’t like it was a regular occurrence. All these thoughts were whizzing around Remus’s mind so fast that he felt like he was spinning. He was quickly jolted back to reality when his bedroom door burst open.  

“What the fuck has gotten into you this morning?” Y/N was stood in his doorway and was staring him down.  

“Nothing.” Remus replied, not even moving to look at her, his gaze still fixed on the ceiling. 

“Bullshit. You’ve been off with me since you got home and I know for a fact that it’s not because you’re hungover,” she said, “You pretty much kicked Kyle out of the flat when you got home.” 

“Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t realise I was supposed to befriend the bloke that you’re fucking,” Remus spat sarcastically, sitting up to look at her. 

“What’s that supposed to mean then?” Y/N retorted, “You have girls round here and I don’t kick them out.” 

“None of the girls I’ve had stay over have ever asked who you were.” 

“He wasn’t doing it to be rude.” 

“Why are you defending a bloke that you’ve only just met?” he asked, his voice raising a bit. 

“Because you're being fucking ridiculous.” 

“Get out.” he felt something in him snap, “get the fuck out of my room.” 

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Warning: angst hurt/comfort fluff mean!Eddie, slight toxic Eddie unprotected sex. Slight physical altercation between reader and eddie. Hints at past abuse. Mentions of face slapping.

18+ minors do not enter

Summary: This is a part 2 to my other mean!eddie fic.

Part:1

You awoke to a throbbing pain on your lower backside with your head throbbing. Shifting slightly, you noticed something heavy dropped over your body it was an arm. You recognize the tattoo and realize who it belonged to. Eddie, your eyes widen slightly he never left you last night. He stayed with you and slept in the same bed cuddling. If not for the events that took place last, you would have thought this was sweet. Seeing him only you made feel worse you wanted him to leave but you also wanted him to stay and beg you to forgive him. Would he even apologize again? Did he only say sorry because you stopped the session and he felt he had to?

Moving his arm away gently, you try to get out of bed and head for the shower as quietly as you possibly could. Heading to the bathroom, you shut the door and lock it. You hope he leaves while you're in here, and the by time you're done, you wouldn't have to face him. Examining your body and face, you notice the handprint, still marking your cheek lightly. Turning around, you look at your backside and notice the red angry lashes he gave you. They covered your entire ass and back of your thighs. The more you looked at your body, the more you realized just how angry he was with you.

Getting in the shower washing the smell of him from you, you think back and realize this wasn't the first time he's done something shitty towards you. This was just the first time you reacted, showing your true emotions. You remember when he first suggested the arrangement and agreeing to try it. Eddie had been so good and tentative with you always making sure he took care of you when you needed him the most. But he was still a man who would occasionally see other women, too. Since the too of you were not dating just and only friends who did things most friends don't do with one another. He'd tell you all about his conquests over takeout. Eddie would tell you how he took them out to dinner and fucked them, but leaving their place in the morning before they woke up. He would tell you these things, and you would engage like it never bothered you, and you put on quite a show. He never suspected you were hurt when you found out he would stay with them afterward. He never stayed with you after. Sometimes, when he would come to your place looking like he just took a fresh shower. You always wondered when he fucked you did he just get done fucking someone else just hours before.

A light tapping on the bathroom door pulled you from your thoughts, and your stomach dropped.

"Hey, uh, we need to talk about last night. im not leaving until we do. " He said behind the door.

You just kept ignoring him, hoping he would go away. Getting out of the shower, you composed yourself and put your robe on. Slowly opening the door, you peak out, checking to see if the coast is clear. The apartment is quiet and dark. Maybe he changed his mind and left. Walking down the hall towards the kitchenette, that's where you see him. He's sitting on the couch with his head in his hands. You decide to just give him the silent treatment unit he took the fucking hint and left you alone. He notices you and looks up watching you move around.

"Im sorry okay i fucked up. i broke a rule, and im sorry."

Still ignoring him, you make your way around the kitchen making coffee. Trying not looking his way, knowing if you saw his sad eyes, you would cave. This isn't about him and his feelings. This time, it's about yours.

"So you're just gonna give me the silent treatment and not even accept my apology?" He argued

Still not looking his way. You're trying to ignore him, but you can't help the anxiety you're feeling at the moment. That's when you feel him grab your arms and turn you around to face him. He's still holding your arms a little too tight for your liking, but he, when he notices the slight fear on your face he eases up. He doesn't let go he's holding your arms to keep you in place so you don't move away from him. He looks angry, and his eyes look tired.

"Say something, please dont ignore me. i can't take it. " he pleaded to you.

You say nothing, looking off to the side, not wanting to see the desperation painted on his face. He shoves you back, making you stumble into the counter. He moves to go sit on the couch again, rubbing his temples. He's acting entitled like all is forgiven once he says, "im sorry." That's when you lose it throwing whatever you could find near you. Picking up a roll of paper towels, you chuck it at his head. With a soft thud, Eddie looks up surprised at first, then he chuckles.

"Did you just fucking hit me with paper towels?" He says to you defensively

"Im over her fucking apologizing to you and you hit me with fucking paper towels" raising his voice. You hate it when people do that to you. You've been really sensitive if someone raised their voice to you. Fighting back tears, you hate this entire situation. You've never fought like this with him before, and now he's raising his voice at you. You don't know why you threw them at his head. Maybe it was him shoving you or just everything that has happened all coming to a head.

"Can you please just leave me alone." You finally speak in a broken voice.

Shaking his head no, you just break down, and he rushes to you, guiding you to sit on the couch with him. "Sweetheart, we need to talk about what happened. I can't just leave knowing I hurt you the way that i did last night." Eddie says, cupping your cheeks in his large hands. Looking down thats when you notice, he's still in his clothes from last night. He fell asleep holding you while you cried in his arms.

"Im sorry i made fun of you last night. Im sorry i broke our rule because i couldn't handle the thought of you being embarrassed by me." He confessed.

He continues to confess while holding your face in his hands. Tears brimming his big brown eyes. " I do want to be with you. I always have. im just scared I'll be like him.""

"Like, who, Eddie?"

"My father, i didn't have the best example growing up of how a man should treat his girl. Im afraid I'll hurt you the way he hurt my mom."

Now it was his turn to break down and cry this time. He let's go of your face and turns away. You had never seen him this small before. The Eddie you're used to was confident and strong. He's the first person you would run to for protection, and now he's here looking like the scared little boy he used to be. He spoke up again.

"I couldn't live with myself if i hurt you like that," He said, trying to compose himself.

That's when he looks at your face, and he breaks again, kissing your cheek. "I guess it's too late. im already like him." He told you while inspecting the handprint on your cheek.

"You're not like him, eddie. we were just playing you didnt mean it that way. im fine." You said trying to convince him.

Shaking his head, " i am though i was angry last night because i was feeling insecure, and i hit you."

"You checked on me though if you did want to continue, you wouldn't have stopped." You told him.

"I shoved you over there into the counter that wasn't us playing," He countered.

He begins to cry again, and you pull him to your chest, rubbing his head. Shushing him and rocking back and forth gently until he calms down. Eddie looks up at you. Tears staining his rosey cheeks.

"Can we cuddle on the couch....please? " He sounds so broken.

Nodding, yes, he moves to lay down on his side with you lying down with your back to his chest. Rubbing his forearm up and down, you can hear him sniffle behind you.

"Princess, can i make you feel good? " He asks whispering in your voice.

"Yes, sir." He responds back.

You go to move off the couch, but he holds you tighter to him. "I wanna stay like this, and i want you to call me Eddie, not sir." Smiling slightly at you.

"Okay, eddie, can you please help me feel good?" Biting your low lip and batting your lashes at him.

He slowly opens your robe and palms your breasts while kissing and sucking at your neck. He bites and licks at it, moving up your jaw. He kisses your lips with so much desperation. His kiss is sloppy, and his tongue fights for dominance with yours. Moving his hand from your breast but not before he pinches your nipple slightly, causing you to gasp. He drags his fingertips down your abdomen softly, moving closer to your sex. He rubs his fingertip over your slit and you push your ass back into his cock. Eddie groans at the feeling of you rocking your backside into him while he teases you.

He uses his middle and ring finger to rub soft slow circles on your clit. You break away from the kiss moaning his name. He keeps working your clit in small circular motions causing you grind harder into his hard cock that's trapped in his pants.

"Please, Eddie, i need you. Dont tease me. You owe me this. " You plead in desperation.

Taking pity on you he scoots back for a moment to pull his thick cock from his pants. He pulls you back close to him and pulls your leg up. He glides his cock in between your wet fold and moans at how soft you feel. Once he's done coating his cock in your juices he slowly buries himself inside of you inch by inch. You and Eddie both moan out at the feeling of each other. He stays still for a moment, wanting you to get adjusted to him. Patting his thigh, giving him the okay to start moving. He grabs your leg again and starts pumping into you hard and fast. Each time, he pulled back and plunged back in with more force. The gentle Eddie from a few moments ago was gone. He bites down on the back of your shoulder to keep from moaning. Causing you to cry out in both pleasure and pain. His thrusts are not slowing down, and you can hear him mumbling about how tight you are under his breath. You're both moaning so loud you're sure the neighbors are going to complain. The slapping of skin and the wet slick noise of your pussy is driving him crazy.

"You're sooo fucking good" He told you clenching his teeth."

Can, I come Eddie please? you ask him biting a moan back.

He releases the tight grip he had on your leg to move and play with your clit. Rubbing it in tight circles. You push back against him helping him fuck into you.

"Oooh, eddie, I'm so close." You moan out.

"Me too, baby, go a head and let go for me. I got you," he says breathlessly.

He rubs your clit faster this time and you come hard around his cock. Clenching and pulsing around him, you moan out his name so loud it echoed off the walls. He starts fucking you hard and faster than before. The closer he's getting to coming, the harder he starts fucking you throwing his back he groans loudly.

He's so drunk on you that he's blabbering obscenities behind you, and you swear he just drooled on your naked shoulder. With a few more hard thrusts he's spilling his cum inside you.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry, fuuuuck. I'm sorry. He moans out pumping every bit of cum into you.

Both of you lay there breathless. Eddie kissed the side of your head. He slowly removes his cock from inside you. He buries his face in the crook of your neck and gives you gently light kisses. You lay there waiting for him to speak up, hoping he meant what he said earlier. He eventually breaks the silence.

"So would you like to out on date tonight?" He asks you shyly.

"You mean like a date date?" Looking over your shoulder to him.

He looks down at you, smiling before kissing you on the nose.

"Yeah, I mean like a date date. That's what boyfriends do with their girlfriends," He teases.

Eddie jumps up off the couch and lifts you up, putting you over his shoulder, swatting your ass playfully. He makes his way down the hall towards your bedroom. Throwing you onto the bed, he jumps on top of you, making you squeal. Both of you are giggling like school children. He pulls you to straddle his waist.

"Tell me what you need and I'll give it to you. I'll give you anything." He looks up at you with those big brown eyes you love so much.

"I just want you."

"You already have me, princess," He says, pulling you down to kiss him.

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Beauty and the Beast | Chapter 35

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note: Don't ever listen to a word I say again because I split the ending into two parts so the final chapter (genuinely this time!) will be posted tomorrow because it's all finished and I just can't wait!! Though I'll be kind of sad for this to end!

Two days later, you had finally stopped crying at every opportunity. You had half wondered if you should flee the kingdom and spare Thranduil the pain of watching you wither and die before his very eyes, but you knew that it had never actually been something you were seriously entertaining. Merely the panicked scrambling of a mind scared to break the already fragile heart of the one it loved so deeply.

Leaving Thranduil now had never been an option, not really. You could not have lived with that and it was true that it would cause him pain just as much as losing you in the future would. You did not wish to hurt him at all but doing it right now felt far more cruel, especially when he had finally blossomed into this wonderful being who had learned to open up and feel love once more.

Besides, you were quite selfish, and you could not be without him.

So you accepted, a little reluctantly, that you loved Thranduil as he was and he loved you as you were - a mere human - and you were going to marry him and live out your days in his realm before one day, far too soon, leaving him to mourn you beneath these very trees.

Your father had been able to tell that something was wrong, of course, but you were loath to talk about it with anyone else in case you started sobbing again. You assured him it was fine and he accepted it even if he did not fully believe it.

He smiled and laughed more in the days since he awoke and you found great joy in seeing him interacting with the elves, even with Thranduil who he had once feared and wished to rescue you from.

You walked in on the two of them one day, your father laughing heartily over a glass of strong elvish wine and Thranduil lounging in his chair with a glass of his own, an amused chuckle leaving his lips.

“What have I walked in on here, hm?” You asked with a soft laugh of your own as you sat down at the other side of the table, propping your elbow up and resting your chin on your hand as you looked between the two.

Thranduil was the one to speak, your father too busy trying to get his laughter under control. “Well, your father was regaling me with stories from your village.” He raised his chalice to his lips and threw back the rest of the contents, his brow quirked in amusement when he set it back upon the table. “However, I fear that the wine is much too strong for him, considering that he has been laughing over something he is certain he said out loud to me, but in fact only said in his own head, for the past twenty minutes.”

You shook your head as your eyes turned on your father. “For Eru’s sake!” You tried to scold him but it didn’t quite hit the mark and it wasn’t long until he looked as though he might fall asleep at the table any moment.

“Elros!” Thranduil’s voice beckoned to the elf he could sense lingering outside the door. You turned to watch Elros enter and you smiled kindly at him. He seemed much less jittery than last you had seen him as he returned the smile.

Thranduil gestured to your father. “Would you be so kind as to escort our friend here to his room? I fear he shall keel over any second.”

Elros assisted your father in standing, the man putting his arm around the elf’s shoulder and leaning in close as though he were about to tell him a secret, but all that came out ended up being a jumble of nonsense. Elros looked a little concerned as he walked your father from the room and it was all you could do not to laugh at the poor fellow.

You turned back to Thranduil as the door closed and found he had risen from the table and moved towards a little desk at the back of the room. When he returned, he lay out a little box on the table in front of you and opened it up. Curiously, you watched as he unveiled a collection of beautiful looking rings. You tilted your head as you looked up at him, silently asking what they were for.

“I would like you to choose one.” He explained, looking up at you as he gestured a hand towards the rings on the table. “I have chosen yours, it is only fair, after all.”

“You want me to pick a ring for you to wear?”

Thranduil nodded. “Once we wed... I shall wear it, as a symbol of our love.” He paused so briefly you nearly missed it. “For the rest of my life.”

You bit your lip lightly, glancing back down at the rings. They were all so beautiful, you didn’t know where to begin. You wondered what he would prefer but he offered no assistance, wishing it to be entirely your decision. Eventually, you settled on one of silver to match yours, but instead of ruby coloured gems set into flowers, this had emerald coloured stones twisted into leaves. He seemed satisfied as he put all the other rings away, smiling as he studied the one you had chosen.

“What... ring did... did Caleniel choose?” You asked after a long pause, unsure if you should mention the Elvenqueen at all. He had told you all about her the day of her begetting, when you had sought him out after he’d shut himself away in her chambers. Still, you did not sure if it would be too far of you to bring her up out of nowhere.

While he hesitated, he did not seem upset or angry. His gaze dropped to his hand with a tender smile and he held it out to you, slightly wiggling his finger. “This one...”

You reached out for his hand, brushing his skin gently as you studied the ring. “She had a good eye.” You said softly, smiling as you released his hand.

“Well, yes.” He shrugged, pulling his hand back. “She took me as a husband, did she not?” Thranduil joked in return, smirking as he poured himself more wine.

You blinked at him and shook your head, trying to look far less amused than you actually were, though the twitch at the corner of your lips likely gave it away. “You are terrible.”

“Yet you love me.” He teased, watching you over the rim of his glass as he lifted it to his lips once more.

You shot him a scathing look but ended up laughing in spite of yourself. You rolled your eyes at him. “I do love you... ego and all.”

Thranduil feigned a look of indignation as he placed his wine back down and leaned towards you. “Hmm.” He hummed and you shivered slightly as his lips brushed the shell of your ear.

Your eyes drifted shut and you leaned into him, sighing as he kissed a line from your ear down your jaw and to your throat.

A knock at the door caught your attention and you heard Galion’s voice on the other side. “My lady? Myleth is looking for you, she wishes to go over your dress and your hair one more time.”

You groaned softly. “I cannot wait to wed you, Thranduil... but I fear I have become Myleth’s personal doll.”

“One more week, my heart.” Thranduil chuckled against your skin, pressing one last kiss to your throat before he pulled back and rose from the table. “Just one more week.”

“Why can I not look at it?” You asked with a heavy sigh, your head tilted back slightly and your eyes on the intricately carved ceiling above you.

Upon entering the room, Myleth had (as seemed to have become routine) made you close your eyes and turn away from the large mirror. “It’s a surprise.” She huffed, shooting you a look that you wouldn’t even see, but you knew her enough by this point to realise she’d done it anyway.

“It is just a dress.” You muttered childishly.

“Excuse you!” Myleth playfully smacked your hip from her place down at the hem of the dress she had helped you put on blind. “That attitude is exactly why you are not seeing yourself in this dress until the day you are presented as the king’s bride.” She shook her head, baffled. She had full faith in the fact that you would change your mind when you actually saw yourself all beautifully dressed on the day... and she would be gracious enough not to throw it in your face!

You had grown used to her dressing you up by this point and, as someone who had never grown up with many dress options, you didn’t really care what you wore. You didn’t fully care what you got married in, truthfully, for it wasn’t as important as being married, being with Thranduil’s. While you did want to do it, this was in some way merely a stepping stone, and one that you felt had been a long time coming.

You idly thought of Vermund and how angry he would be if he could see you now. A smirk tugged at your lips. He would absolutely hate this. Good.

“Do you have much more to do?” You asked, bored of studying the ceiling. You wanted to check on your father and then go and find Legolas or maybe finish the book you were reading.

“No, just... a little... there!” Myleth stood, smiling. “All done.” She took a moment to study the dress, her gaze softening as she thought how lovely you looked in it. “Alright. Close your eyes!”

When Myleth had finally released you from her evil seamstress clutches, you made your way down the hall in the direction of your father’s room. Just to check in on him before you went to the library to read the rest of the day away. There was still so much to do but today you did not wish to do any of it.

Rounding a corner, you came upon Tauriel, sitting alone on a bench in the quiet hallway. She saw you coming and immediately stood, pasting a smile onto her face, but you had noticed her quickly wipe away a tear. You frowned and quickened your steps.

“What is it?” You asked upon reaching her.

Tauriel shook her head quickly, smiling at you. “No, no. Nothing. Do not worry! Everything is well.”

“It doesn’t look well.” You said, tilting your head at her. “You can tell me.”

Tauriel was quiet a while as she bowed her head, gaze fixed on her feet as she seemed to wrestle with the decision of whether or not to talk to you about whatever was on her mind. When she looked up, it seemed that she had decided to speak on it.

“Do you remember the conversation we had before?” She asked quietly, glancing around a moment as though afraid of being overheard.

You paused a second as you thought back and then nodded. “About Legolas?” You asked, thinking about the day you had left Thranduil in the library, upset about the way he seemed to hold disdain for Tauriel in regards to his son. You recalled the way you had fled the library after he entered it and the way he had come to try and offer an unsure apology later, however your ire had waned by that point. It was the day you found that copy of Beren and Luthien in your room.

Tauriel nodded, her cheeks turning slightly pink. “I am afraid I lied to you.” She shrugged and you knew what she meant. She was saying that she did not simply see Legolas as a friend, but more, and you had already known it. She had not outright denied it but she had not confirmed either.

“Why were you crying?” You asked her then.

“Well, I... I...” Tauriel floundered briefly, not wishing to say anything to upset you or make you feel bad, not when you were so happy and everything had fallen into place. She was happy for you and she was happy for her king, of course she was, she had seen and felt the changes and nothing could be better for him, or you, or this realm... and yet. “It is... it is just the wedding, my lady. All the talk and the...”

You nodded in understanding. You hadn’t thought about it but it was probably difficult to see it, especially if she was fighting feelings. Maybe she was having similar thoughts as you had on that day - maybe seeing Thranduil marry a mere human made her wonder why she would not be deemed good enough for his son. “I see. Tauriel...”

She shrugged quickly and turned from you. “Forgive me. Please, I am alright. I must go, I have things to attend.”

She fled before you could say anything else and you blinked after her for a while, even after she had turned the corner and was out of sight. Then you turned and hurried back the way you had come and made for the stairs that led you back to Thranduil’s chamber.

He looked up in surprise as the door burst open and you came rushing in. He rose from behind his large desk, papers forgotten, and quickly took in your expression, trying to figure out what was wrong just by looking at you.

“Why do you not allow your son the happiness you have allowed yourself?” You asked once the door had closed behind you.

Thranduil blinked, taken off guard. Of all the things that had rushed through his mind, this was not one of them. “What?”

“You heard me.”

“Indeed, I heard you, yet I do not understand the question.” He said with a slight bite in his tone, eyeing you as he walked around the desk.

“I see the way he and Tauriel look at each other.” You said.

At this, Thranduil rolled his eyes and turned away, suddenly understanding what it was you were getting at.

“There!” You said, moving closer to him. “Thranduil... if you can marry a lowly human, why cannot your son marry a Silvan elf?”

He whirled back round to look at you with a deep frown. “What are you talking about? Who said that?”

“Tauriel.” You scanned his face. “Do you remember the day in the library? When you thought you had done something to upset me?”

He nodded. This was something neither of you had spoken of since and he had to admit that he was still curious. “Of course.”

“I had asked Tauriel about... about her and Legolas, because I had seen things and I thought they were together. She told me that you would never allow it. That she was but a lowly Silvan elf, not of royal breeding, not suitable for your son.”

“What does that have to do with you fleeing the library?”

You hesitated for a second but figured that there was no use in secrets between the two of you now. “I thought that perhaps, if you thought such of Tauriel, then what must you think of me.”

He tutted a sound of disapproval and took a step closer, taking your face into his hands as he looked back at you. “I said this to Tauriel once, yes.” He sighed and you could see in his eyes that he did regret it. “But I did not mean it.”

“Then why say it?”

Thranduil was quiet for a long while then, his face thoughtful, almost a little sorrowful. “I just wished... to keep them apart.”

“Because you don’t think her good enough?”

“No.” He said firmly. “Because I am not blind either. I have seen their stolen glances for years upon years. I have heard their familiarity and their inside jokes. I have seen them grow close... too close.”

“But why?” You implored, unable to understand anything he was saying. If it was not for the reason that Tauriel (and maybe even Legolas) believed, then... why?!

“To spare them!” He snapped a little, frustrated by your prodding, though he was not angry at you, you could tell that easily enough at least. He did not want to have to admit it, to say any of this out loud, but he knew that he must now that he was faced with you.

You blinked up at him, lifting your hands to cover his own, still on your face.Your thumbs brushed against the back of his hands. “Spare them from what?”

“My suffering!”

He did not need to say any more, for you understood almost immediately. He dropped his gaze from your face to the floor and you shuffled closer, removing your hands from his and wrapping them around his neck, pulling him close. He let himself fall against you, his arms going round you in response.

Thranduil had said what he had to Tauriel all those years ago, he had kept himself in between her and his son like a wedge, because he knew that what they shared was real... and that a loss of that magnitude was catastrophic. Especially with Tauriel and Legolas always in the forest with their weapons, fighting spiders and orcs and the like. Thranduil had striven to keep them apart to spare them the pain that he knew came from it... the pain he had drowned in all these long years.

It was another cruel act from a shattered heart, you realised.

You stood like that for a long while before you turned your head to kiss his face. “It is like you said the other day, my love... why should pain or loss mean we forsake the happiness that these years before will give us?” 

Thranduil inhaled a shaky little breath as he pulled back and then he managed the tiniest of smiles and a small nod, leaning in to press a kiss to your forehead.

The day of your wedding had come at last and you found that you had woken with more nerves and anxieties than you had anticipated. You had thought it would be simple, you would walk through the formalities and then... you would be Thranduil’s wife, you would stand beside him and support him, and most of all you would love him.

For as long as you were able.

But you were shaking as Myleth weaved your hair into a beautiful tangle of braids and curls.

She smiled kindly at you in the mirror as she tied a red ribbon. “Breathe, dearie.”

She was doing her best to suppress her excitement, you could tell, and it almost made you laugh. You had grown to truly love her during your time here, she had made those first few days so much easier for you... and now you were marrying the king you once feared and despised! Who’d have thought?!

Next, she helped you into your dress and, when you turned to look at yourself, you were struck for a long moment. For having next to no input in the entire thing, you found that you loved it, just as Myleth knew that you would - she knew you so well by now, of course she would find something that was utterly perfect. Utterly you.

“Oh...” You breathed out, blinking back a few tears as it hit you that this was actually happening.

The door opened but you barely registered it until you heard a soft gasp and turned, your father standing staring at you. “You are a vision, my girl!” He beamed, moving to embrace you.

Elvish customs were different from those of humans, but Thranduil and you had decided that you would merge the two together, considering you were joining from two separate worlds.

You hadn’t thought you minded but he had insisted upon it and you found that you were glad for it as you neared the hall with your father. He would be ‘giving you away’ as it were, walking you towards Thranduil where you would do some kind of ring exchange and then there would be a feast... though you knew that elves technically did not consider themselves truly wed until after... consummation. It made you blush, to think of it. The night you had agreed to marry him, he had taken you to his bed, but he had merely kissed and touched you... all over, yes, but it was not what you knew tonight would be. You shivered with anticipation but you could only be nervous about one thing at a time so you turned your mind back to the ceremony.

Walking into that hall was the most nerve-wracking moment of your life even if your father’s firm hand grasped your own as you clung to his arm. However, it all got easier when you actually saw Thranduil. He was standing waiting and he looked almost as uneasy as you did, but setting his sights on you seemed to have the same effect as it did you.

Everything else seemed to melt away as you neared him, though your legs were still shaking beneath you with what was practically the entire kingdom watching you. You still held some small concern that they would not like this but you felt no such emotion emanating from the crowd and it eased you further when you even heard cheers from some after Thranduil kissed you in front of everybody.

Even Legolas and Tauriel were in higher spirits than you had ever seen them, as you sat down at the table with Thranduil. You wondered at their merriment until Thranduil leaned down and whispered in your ear that he had had a long, fruitful discussion with them after your talk... and that they had his blessing.

It made your heart soar that he would do that and you felt a surge of emotion, rewarding him with a kiss on the cheek. Every time you thought you could never love him more, he surprised you.

The rest of the evening passed in a whirl of good wine, plenty of food, and lots of singing and dancing as it seemed the elves were so very fond of. You danced with your father and sobbed into his shoulder when he told you how proud he was of you... and how proud your mother would have been.

Then Thranduil had cut in and the music had changed again, to the same slow tune that had been playing that night of your first dance, during Mereth Di a Rhîw Menel.

This time it was not Legolas who changed the song, but Thranduil.

All eyes in the room were fixed upon the pair of you as spun you around the floor, but the two of you hardly noticed, only seeming to have eyes for each other.

[yume-tsuki]

Four Knights of the Apocalypse ~special Bedivere~the Dragon of Camelot part1 I finally finished my comic synopsis for my oc Bedivere . Born as son of the demon King Zeldris and Queen Gelda his future lay far away in the Kingdom of Chaos... (very much long post; and it will be more parts because it's to much for tumblr )

1 Gelda walked through the hallway of the castle when she suddenly felt a harsh pain in her body. >>Calm down…everything will be fine…<< she double up,  >>Lady Gelda!<< a guard ran at her side. >>…Help…<< she could feel her mind blurring. >>I’ll call a doctor!<<he looked at her in shock, while blood flow over the ground. When Zeldris heard about his pregnant wife in labor pain he was scared as hell.  While hours had past he sit down on the wall near the room she was brought to. >>King Zeldris?<< the doctor walked to the crying king. >>Queen Gelda is out of danger, but she lost a lot of blood, she will probably take a while to recover…<< He paused for a moment, searching for words. >>She gave birth to a son, but it was to early, it’s only the seventh month.<< >>Don’t say he is..<< the doctor shook his head >>He is alive but weak. I wish for him to survive the night.<< he said. Finally Zeldris entered the room, Gelda opened her eyes >>Zel,<< she smiled and Zeldris couldn’t help cuddling her.  >>I was so afraid, I thought I would lose you again!<< >>My love, I’m not that weak, but you know what I am?<< she said with a weak voice. >>What is it? Tell me, I’ll do anything<< >>Come close<< she whispered. Zeldris was short to panic again, and Gelda had noticed that; could barely control herself not to laugh. >>I’m hungry!<< Zeldris looked at her in unbelievable >>Gelda! That’s not funny. I was scared; you could have died!<< >>I know. I’m sorry but you are so cute, you know!<< Zeldris looked away, feeling the heat on his cheeks. Now for the first time he saw that little cradle. >>Can you bring him? He is probably hungry too.<< Zeldris swallowed, remembering the words of the doctor before. But when he looked at that little boy sleeping in his bed he couldn’t help but feel endless joy. With shivering hand  he held his body and had bringing the boy to Gelda. >>He is so precious, I can’t wait to tell your brother and Elizabeth.<< Gelda took him and held him close. >>I don’t want them to know!<< >>What do you say Zel? It’s our family.<< >>The doctor said he is still to weak, I can’t watch my brothers eyes anymore if he would knew I had lost my child… I can’t… to anyone,…I’m sorry Gelda.<< he burst into tears till he felt the cold hand of his wife. >>It’s a wonder that we have this little boy, but  I can feel his will to live. But I’m fine if we wait till he is stronger. Our sweet little prince<< Finally Zeldris could smile again, >>Yes, let us wait a bit more before telling anyone about our luck.<<

2 One and a half year had past till Bedivere was strong enough, Zeldris and Gelda were at his side every moment they had time.  But then the Bahamut awoke! >>He was fine!<< Zeldris yelled in anger. >>He was strong enough…<< tears dropped from his cheeks. >>Why had this to happen?!<< >>Zeldris, my liege. Your son has a small fever,  I bet we will find a way. But for now, what would you say about a day just for you and your family? An hour at last. To get new strength to fight.<< After more and more urge Zeldris gave in. Together they went for a picnic at a forest near the castle. The time flew while they watched Bedivere enjoying the time with his parents.

3 It was only an hour till the boy yawned >>You tired sleepy head?<< His father giggled before he felt tired himself. >>What do you say about a little nap, only for a moment we could close our eyes<< After a slumber Bedivere awoke, but when he tried to wake up his parents nothing helped! They were to exhausted. Feeling bored the boy started to look around when he saw something what caught his eye. A strange long silver shining wall. He climbed it not knowing it was a demon as well. The demon was just strolling around when he saw the king and queen napping, not knowing that they had a son, he thought they were on a date and to give them some privacy he flew high in the air, not noticing the boy clinging under his scales. (sry that the demon looks like sushi XD it's this worm snake thing and this are his scales~~~; I also forgett it had 2 eyes on each side XP)

5 High motivated the demon flew over an ancient building; then the miasma rose and he took a sharp turn. Bedivere couldn’t hold anymore and fell. When he landed he found himself in a cave. Whining he searched for an exit. Meanwhile Zeldris and Gelda woke up, >>Where is he?<< Gelda looked around, also Zeldis stood up calling for their son. Then he found his  beanie, >>We have to find him quick!<<he yelled, >>I walk the way to the casltle maybe he went there.<<Gelda flew in the direction while Zeldris flew in the direction of that building.

6 While Bedivere walked around calling for his mommy and daddy there was someone who heard him cry.  >>Y’ angsty?<< a boy said to him before comforting the crying one. >>mommy…help…<< Bedivere whined. >>let look toge’r<< the boy wanted to pull Bedivere with him when a wind rose, sadly when Bedivere’s demon magic hadn’t saved him that moment, he would have be reunited with his family…. But so he was alone again, till he found an exit…   Outside he found himself in Britania , near Camelot. Soon he started to cry till a young woman appeared and took him in her arms. >> Who do we have here? Stop crying little one.<< >>A baby? Where are his parents?<<her husband looked around. But as long as they searched for the boys parents , they couldn’t find them here. Then the hour come when a knight appeared bringing them to Camelot. Not as knight, both were farmers;  the young pairs family lived ones in Camelot, if they hadn’t been at her parents place they would have been death in the war years ago. Now they were unable to have own children and so they took Bedivere in as their own son.

7 Time goes by and Bedivere grew up to a strong young boy, >>One day I will be a great holy knight and protecting Camelot!<< >>Haha! Well said my son.<< His father and mother were proud of him, every single moment. He helpfully, strong in mind and body. One day he were on the fields with his father, then a wind took his fathers hat; letting him flew over the  grass, >>I’ll catch it!<< Bedivere run quick, >> Stop it son! The cliff is near bye!<< The highlands, were they lived were far away from Arthur’s palace. The house stood near a cliff, and normally the boy wasn’t so hasty but he thought he could manage. >>Bedivere Watch out!<< his father could only watch while he saw a wind carrying his son over the cliff. Bevidere saw the world getting faster, >>Help!<< He cried, then the ground came close suddenly  his eyes turned bright black before he flew high, back to his parents were he collapsed. >>Papa what happened?<< His parents held him close looking if he was injured. >>Son, we have to tell you something.<< his father said in tears while holding him close. They told him about his past, that they found him only with a hair band and a necklace with his name on it; >>But we never imagined that you could be a demons child. But it’s ok, we still love you.<< >>It’s ok, it’s also a shook but I’m fine, I guess.<< A few days had past were Bedivere could barely concentrate on his daily routines. >>my boy you still thinking about youself being a demon, right?<< His mother let him sit next to him on a bench outside the house. >>It’s not that…I want to be a knight but I am afraid King Arthur will now…. And maybe he will you ..too.<< letting out his thoughts made him cry out loud. >>Oh sweety come close.<< his mother rocked him gently.  >>Then, we will go to him and ask him ourself! << his father appeared >>And when he wants to do you any harm, believe me I will do anything to keep you safe!<< ... #bedivere 8gota or #eigth guards of the abyss for the rest ;)