#m: the forsaken fiance

[pinkpiggy93]

Why have you forsaken me?

Hi guys, i’m back! My sincere apologies for being away so long, these past few months have been trying, housing, moving, school projects and my fiance coming here and we have to take care of paper work and everything has been so hectic. Im still finishing up some pf my remaining commissions while getting back into my normal work flow amd comtinue the comic as soon as i can. This piece is a piece i did of Crowley as a practice after my school project bc i feared not using en and just sticking to a mouse would make me lose my skills, im glad it’s still there😂

I also hear there will be Good omens season 2 in summer and i cant wait to see more of our ineffable husbands!

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[untaemedqueen]

At Your Service

Escort!Jeongguk x CEO!Reader

Genre: Strangers to Lovers!AU, Angst, Fluff, Smut

Chapter 24.

Series Warnings (Will Be Updated): Angst, Fluff, Cold Heartedness, Emotional Trauma, Healing, Smut, Dark Humor

Warnings For This Chapter: Daddy Kink, Praise, Milk Drinking, Cunnilingus, Riding, Multiple Orgasms, Cream Pie

"And you wanna be on call when he's here for his interview?"

This is the third time Tony has asked this, almost as if he can't wrap his head around why Guk would want this.

Looking up from his dissertation, your fiance simply rolls his eyes. "Yeah, I'll stay muted. I just want to understand why I'm his reference. We didn't end off on good terms."

It's been weeks since Jeongguk gaves Tony the go ahead to bring Jasper in, but it seems that your ex has been putting it off. Maybe he's been working on his marriage or maybe he's been trying out different escort places, the father of your son has no idea.

Entering the bedroom, you gingerly sit down on the bed. Your hands stretch out behind you, leaning back to take some of the heavy baby weight away.

Jeongguk abandons his laptop, scooching over towards you to wrap his arms around you.

You're almost ready to give birth, it's taken Jasper so long to man up and agree to the interview.

Exhaling softly through your mouth, you lean your head back on Guk's shoulder. He rubs softly circles to your bare belly, planting gentle kisses along your neck which comfort you completely.

"Alright, big dog. Whatever you say. Call me back in like two hours, he should be here by then."

Your fiance smiles victoriously, nodding along with every word his former college mate breathes. "Perfect, I'll talk to you later, Tony."

Once the phone call is over, you turn towards him. "Can I listen too later?"

"Of course you can," he breathes, continuing his kisses down your neck to your clothed chest.

Your eyes flutter shut, accepting his advances immediately. Who knew that your pregnancy hormones would make you so horny and ready for the father of your child?

He looks up at you for permission as his fingers hook under the fabric of your sports bra but your eyes are shut blissfully, bottom lip tucked between your teeth.

"Good girl," he coos, lifting the fabric up to expose your swollen breasts.

His breath is warm against your cool skin, your puffy, dark nipples already turning into stiff peaks out of sheer excitement for what's to come.

"I feel like your water's going to break with how much we've been fucking lately," Guk jeers, kissing over the prominent veins in your chest.

"He still has weeks," you murmur, leaning back on your hands once more.

Your fiance's hands course over your huge belly, parting his lips to suckle at your peaked nipple. When you gasp softly, his eyebrows notch tighter and he suckles rougher with the hopes to hear whines pour forth from your lips.

"Daddy," you croon, letting your head loll back happily.

Your milk coats his taste buds and he runs a hand over his hardening cock to keep it at bay.

Your hormones have been making your body hot these days and Guk is all too pleased to have you walking around the house in nothing but panties and bra.

His free hand dips between your luscious thighs, tugging the seat of your underwear to the side and he groans against your breast at your immediate wetness.

"Jesus Christ," he groans, switching to your forsaken breast.

"Fuck," you whine, dipping your hand down his boxers to wrap your hand around his long length.

"Oh, sweetheart," he whispers reverently, pressing his forehead to your clavicle to watch you stroke him softly.

This is all a bit more challenging for you now, but you try your best to not make it look so awkward and difficult.

"That's it," Guk hisses as your thumb swirls around the head of his cock, dispersing his precum.

"I-I wanna be on top," you breathe, as he kisses down your belly.

"Noted," he whispers, tugging off your underwear.

His tattooed arms bulge and ripple with perfectly cut muscles as he snakes them around your already parted thighs. With your belly being so big, you can't see him but you can feel his hot breath against you and you're losing all your senses to the pleasure you want to feel.

You lay back against the mountain of soft pillows behind you, taking off your bra so you're completely nude.

"God, your pussy is so swollen. Fuck," Jeongguk chirps, parting your lower lips.

He tentatively licks at your clit, adoring how your thighs quiver in response.

"Oh my God," you whimper, spreading your legs wider.

Your hands cup your belly almost immediately, something about the action is so protective and so motherly that it makes Guk's cock throb.

"Good girl," he praises, attaching his lips back to you.

He suckles softly, flicking the tip of his tongue to your swollen nub and you moan loudly in relief, starting to gyrate your hips for more.

He adores this, the way your pussy clenches and drips with your arousal making a mess of his face.

"Tastes so fuckin' good," he hums, suckling roughly enough to get your toes to curl.

"Fuck!" you cry out, closing your eyes.

He slowly enters two fingers inside of you, scissoring your tight hole open and you can almost certainly feel your lungs stop working.

He's diligent and fast, knowing your body so intimately that this is child's play to him.

His fingers gently curl to the spongy patch of nerves inside of you, lifting his head. He kisses over your bump adoringly, watching how relaxed your face is before he begins to curl his fingers quickly.

The loud moan you give, the way you softly blubber in ecstasy has him smirking immediately.

"Oh, fuck! Yes! Right there!" you sob, moving your hips for more.

He kisses over your inner thigh, his free hand roughly rubbing circles to your clit with the pad of his thumb. "Feels good, baby?"

You can't even nod your head, you're so lost in this paradise of pleasure. Your limbs are heavy with adoration, your mind is swimming with lust.

"D-Daddy!" you beg, cupping your belly rougher.

"Mhm, I know, sweetheart," he coos, feeling your muscles begin to throb around his digits, "Let go for me."

The pleasure is building up so quickly and you can do nothing else but bring a hand up to your breast to twist and pluck your nipple until you're crying for release.

You let out a single soft moan as your body reaches euphoria, your whole weight sags into the large, comfy bed and you can faintly feel your mouth drying out at the sheer intensity of your orgasm.

"That's it," Guk hisses, kissing up your belly once more.

With a whimper, you open your eyes only to be met with him climbing over you.

"Still wanna ride me?" he inquires, kissing your lips softly.

You numbly and slowly nod, accepting his help to get up. When he lays down, bottom lip tucked between his teeth as he looks up at you reverently, you can't even remember what it was like to be so dead inside.

"I love you," he breathes, running his hands over your thighs as they part over him.

"I love you too," you avow, coursing your hand over his stubbled cheek.

He smirks softly, immediately helping you with strong arms to get comfortable.

"You okay?" he murmurs, raising an eyebrow as you lean your hands back to his turgid thighs.

You simply nod happily, lifting your hips.

Gripping the base of his cock, he waits patiently for you, trying to make you as comfy as possible.

He groans deeply when you begin to sit down on his length, eyes rolling back at how warm and wet you are around him.

"Goddamn," he grinds out, running his hands over your big belly.

You adjust around him, taking your time to lean back just enough so that you can move just a little easier. You never would have expected to be so hindered by your stomach, but you're becoming more and more comfortable with it as your time of pregnancy comes to an end.

When you lift your hips, your fiance opens his mouth in ecstasy.

"Easy, baby, be careful," Guk whispers, placing a hand on your hip.

You start at a slow pace, lifting yourself up and down just fast enough to keep him moaning. The way your belly and breasts move with every action has Jeongguk almost teetering on the edge every moment. You're so fucking sexy like this, so fucking motherly, he adores this.

You can only quicken your pace when his cock throbs deep within you, practically begging for more and he sighs happily at the feeling. His hands reach up for your breasts, thumbs swiping over your dribbling nipples.

"Fuck, just like that, sweetheart. Oh goddamn," he curses, pinching at your sensitive nipples.

When you whimper sweetly, mouth opening up for more, he can only furrow his eyebrows.

"Can you… hold up my belly?" you ask softly, almost tired already from the heavy weight.

He doesn't even blink, pressing his hands to your bump to help you. When you sigh content, he lifts his hips to meet you with every movement.

"Oh!" you gasp, eyes alight with pleasure.

"I got you, sweetheart," he breathes, fucking up into you with a quickness.

Your hips roll with each breath, the velvet muscles of your cunt coaxing and begging for him to cum inside you.

"Fuck, look at you. You're so beautiful. You feel so good around me, holy shit!" Jeongguk praises as your hands press down onto his chest.

"Yes, yes," you squeak, "right there!"

Your legs go rigid, body freezing in place as the head of his cock taps against your g-spot with each stroke.

"Yeah? Right here?" he coos, fucking up into you faster, "Right there, baby? You're gonna cum, I feel it."

"Daddy!" you cry, nails scratching down his rippled torso.

"I'm gonna cum too, baby. Your pregnant pussy is so fucking tight. Cum with me."

He groans loudly as you move your hips once more, faster and faster until your fingers are quivering against his skin.

There's a moment of pure silence, just the sounds of your wetness echoing throughout the bedroom as you both focus on one another. Until the father of your child lets out a loud, booming groan as his cock begins to throb wildly within you.

"Oh God," he seethes through his teeth, throwing his head back.

You whimper softly, letting the warmth of his cum send you over the edge until you orgasming for your second time today.

He holds your belly up still, watching you go through your throes of pleasure.

When you finally come down from your high, he smirks handsomely up at you.

"I love you," he breathes, running his hands lovingly over your arms.

"I love you too," you avow, slowly laying down beside him to cuddle.

His lips drift softly over your hairline, hugging you close to him. "He's almost here."

You look down at your bare belly, pressing closer to your fiance with a sigh. "Just three more weeks."

"My dissertation will be done just in time for the little man's birth."

"I'm happy you're doing what you love," you whisper, tracing your fingers over his chest.

"And it's only possible because of you, baby girl. I'll never forget that and I'm always grateful," Guk replies, looking up at the ceiling and smiling.

"I'm so curious to know what's going on with Jasper and Adi. Hopefully he's dumb enough to tell your old boss everything," you hiss, covering your body with the blanket.

"He seems dumb enough to say everything, I'm looking forward too it."

Sitting down in the rose garden with your tea, Guk hooks his arm around your shoulder. The telephone rings loudly, sending your heart fluttering with curious intentions.

Hawking jumps up beside you on the outdoor couch, placing his head in your lap and burying his face against your stomach.

Sipping your green tea, you stare out at the nicely arranged flowers. Your fiance immediately mutes the phone call, grabbing a strawberry from the plate of fruit before him.

"Hey! Jasper, right?"

You sit up straighter, putting your fist beneath your chin curiously.

"Yeah, nice to meet you!"

You know that voice, it's the fake professional voice he used to give when he was trying to make himself seem more likable. Rolling your eyes, you curl both of your hands around your cup.

"Fucking douchebag asshole," Guk hisses, leaning back against the couch.

He's not over the wedding and it seems that your fiance can hold a grudge for quite a while.

"We usually hold these interviews for everyone, I hope you understand why I've asked for one."

"Oh, yeah, sure. Of course. I completely understand!"

"Well take a seat and we'll get started."

You can hear some shuffling but nothing else other than that. For a moment the silence begins to nag at you, the empty thoughts in your brain are suddenly consumed by how black and dark your heart was not too long ago. You sit closer to the father of your child, almost immediately needing him like a comfort blanket but then a voice cuts through your thoughts.

"I did see on your application here that you wrote down Jeongguk Jeon, who was one of our best employees before he left to be with his kid and fiance. So I was immediately intrigued to have a meeting with you."

"Oh! Yeah! Jeongguk, he's a great friend!"

Both you and the father of your child choke on your drinks, turning to look at each other with wide eyes.

"Lying sack of shit, " you muse, setting down your cup to fold your arms.

"Oh… Is that right?"

Tony knows how much Guk despises him, he announced it countless times earlier today before he got the okay from Tony to be on the phone.

"Yeah! I used to go out with his fiance. I actually gave her the idea for her wine business. She was kind enough to step away from our relationship when I fell in love with our mutual friend Adi."

Your snort is so loud that it echoes throughout the garden. Throwing your head back, you roll your eyes.

"What a delusional liar," you chirp, looking down at your nails and shaking your head.

"I'm gonna kill this son of a bitch," Guk hisses through clenched teeth, cracking his knuckles loudly.

"He's totally not worth it," you scoff, taking to petting Hawking.

"Oh wow, so you must have stocks in the company then. Or you're a shareholder, of course."

Jeongguk raises an eyebrow, waiting for the answer.

"Well… No. Not exactly. It was an idea free of charge… so…"

"Right, right, of course. You said just a moment ago that you're with a woman named Adi? Yes?"

"My wife… ex-wife, soon. She thinks we're patching it up but that isn't likely."

You take a sharp breath through your teeth, sitting up so fast that it makes Hawking jump.

"Oh, is that so? I'm sorry to hear that. I can only imagine how difficult that must be."

"Nah, that's alright. She wasn't the wife I thought she would be. She never did a fucking thing at home and she wouldn't even put out which is why I'm trying to hire an escort from here so I can get at least some action."

"He didn't even give the marriage a chance, it hasn't even been a full year!" you scoff, looking over at Guk.

Your fiance simply shrugs, popping a grape into his mouth. "He's just a vile fucking creature. That's all."

"I see. So sex is important to you. I'll have to tailor your lookbook accordingly then."

"Some women only put out while you're dating, y'know. All Adi did was bitch and whine that she was tired. I need a girl that's going to do what I want with no questions asked."

"R…ight, I understand what you're saying but I do hope you know that this is an escort agency. This isn't a prostitution hotline. We cater to upscale people and events. Not… just random fucks in the back of the Walmart parking lot."

The father of your child laughs loudly, burying his face into your neck.

"Well it seemed like Y/N picked up Guk because he was attractive and she paid him to get her pregnant and married. Is that not what you people do?"

"EXCUSE ME?!" you boom with a laugh.

"This fucking-"

When Jeongguk goes to grab the phone, you simply put his arm down with the shake of your head. "He's a sorry little man. Just let him get told off by Tony."

"What?! No way! Jeongguk's fiance was never even a client here! They fell in love on their own. She didn't need money helping her. Unlike you, dude. Who clearly is a shitty fucking person."

"Wh-"

"Application denied. Get the fuck out!"

Guk picks up the phone then, unmuting himself.

"You're a fucking waste of space, Jasper. No wonder Adi won't put out for you. You're a fucking disaster. You're such a horrendous person that it pushes away all the good things you could ever have in life. It's almost fucking embarrassing," your fiance seethes through his teeth.

You chuckle softly, lifting your teacup to your lips as you look out at the rose bushes.

When your ex-boyfriend goes to retort, the father of your child simply hangs up the phone.

"Nothing that I learned from that call helped his fucking case," Jeongguk hisses, slamming the phone down onto the garden table.

"Well," you muse, grabbing a slice of apple with a sigh, "we did learn that he's a fucking snake and everything is working out as it should. I wouldn't be here with you if he wasn't as terrible as he is."

The father of your child simply gives a disbelieving chuckle and with the shake of his head, he wraps his arms around you. "I am a lucky son of a bitch."

Sometimes you still find it hard to look deeply into his eyes. Sometimes you still feel the pain and the heartache you know he went through when you left him alone. But he reassures you day by day. You're just as lucky as him. Probably more so. He changed you from being a broken, blackhearted, soulless thing into a woman deserving of love and deserving of family.

And you are the luckiest person just by even knowing him.

[muddyorbsblr]

monthly wrap-up :: june 2023

Welcome to the June 2023 wrap up! I didn't expect that I would be reading so much for other characters but putting this list together made me realize I may have been whoring on the side for some other characters (potentially actors too because I can't lie those pics of Seb at the Loewe event did things to me full stop--).

The year's halfway through and I honestly can't believe how this year feels like it's flying by but also not moving fast enough because honestly I swear on my life I was just working on the 14 Days project a few weeks ago but also apparently it over four months ago?? Nothing makes sense 🥴

Anyways, here's all the stories I've made and consumed over the last month. Please go and shower these authors with all the love, they're amazing and deserve the world. 💖💛

Everything under the cut…and here's probably the best way to summarize what June 2023 was like in a single photo:

Loki x Reader

Coins and Revenge by @fictive-sl0th

The entire premise of this story had me dangerously bouncing at the edge of my seat. The tension and the yearning just created this amazing high-stakes tender love story in the making between future King of Asgard Loki and Forsaken Princess/Assassin YN. And pls the way he looked for her by combing through the minds of the city dwellers?? Pure unmitigated dedication right there. 👏👏

Filling a Void by @lokisgoodgirl

Ragnarok!Loki x Reader x President Loki is a threesome dynamic I didn't realize I needed in my life but now it's just got me staring at the ceiling thinking all the thots about it 🥴

Imagine: Tony tricking Loki into taking Viagra… by @sserpente

Shameless smut with a side of fluff? Sign me tf up 🥴👏👏 Honestly is there a queue for the "seven hours in Valhalla with Loki" experience because I would very much like to sacrifice my sanity for that--

Tropical Tension by @lokis-dark-queen

Besties to lovers on a vacation in Aruba, body shots, and some tender yet filthy smut?? Sign me tf up. I'm usually such a slow reader it's embarrassing, but I ate this up!

Teasing the Dragon by @sarahscribbles

All I can say is do not read before bed or you will go to sleep with horny…unless that's what you want. Edging for nearly an hour followed by overstimulation?? Restrained by Loki's magic?? Loki ripping your shirt with his bare hands?? Lemme know where I can sign up for this 👀 💳💥💳💥

You're Late by @lokisgoodgirl

Intentionally making herself late and playing a dangerous game with Loki? When I tell you my brain was running so many laps at the end of this piece just imagining how he kept her up all night 🥴🫠

Resurrected Love by @holdmytesseract

This story managed to put me in the strange position of sad and thirsty at the same time over the image of Loki having stubble. The angst with the flashbacks hurt me right in the feels but everything else had me squealing and melting and cheering at the end. 🥹💖

Wash Day with Loki by @mysecretlittlelibrary

Peak domestic bliss vibes in this piece, I can't say anything other than I love how cozy it all felt 🥹

Close to You by @michelleleewise

I'm still hurting over this ngl 🥲 Miscommunication trope and the subsequent lashing out gave angst that hurt so good but Loki better be treating her like a queen after this or else we're gonna have words 🙂

keeping Loki waiting in Sakaar ask by @sarahscribbles

It is borderline criminal for a drabble this short to have me staring at the ceiling from the smut 😩

Altar by @chubbyreaderchan

When I tell you this is peak banger after banger smut, and that title has more meaning than you think 🥴🫠

Too Darn Hot by @lokis-little-fawn

Triggering Loki's breeding kink and also some peak use of his naturally colder Jotun anatomy for some creative ways to cool down in the hot Asgard summer? When I tell you I sprinted laps after this--🥵

The Ceremony by @smolvenger

Loving fiance-turned-husband Loki and some bedding ceremony smut. No you heard me right. Bedding ceremony. With chanting. God help me I needed to run a few kilometers when I finished this--🫠

A Gentlemen's Bond by @lokisgoodgirl

Listen. When LGG posts something you know you're in for a good time. But this was…above and beyond. This absolute queen wrote a foursome smut shot with the same Loki & Agent from 'A Gentlemen's Agreement' and had me clutching walls and screeching at an ungodly hour of my mornight. 🥵🥵🥵 …And also still has me wondering if Steve has something he'd like to share with the class 😂😏

Asgard by @oliwrites

A besties to lovers with an adorable love confession and a smut scene that had a line that shot me out of a cannonball and straight dead into the water 🥴🫡

Behind the Pollen by @hollyiswritinglokiagain

This one took me all the way OUT 🥵😮‍💨 Soft doting boyfriend Loki turned horny boyfriend Loki with size kink and back again?! I wasn't ready and I'm still thinking about the bit with the stomach bulge HELP--

Spicy by @lotsoflokilove23

Soft smut with a 'willing to wait until you're ready' vibes Loki that was just the softest horny lil muffin the entire way through goddamn I'm still soft over this one--

King Henry V x Reader

Arise Fair Sun by @smolvenger

Mutual pining + a balcony confession + A KITH??? Disney take notes because this is how you write a love confession scene that will have your audience outright swooning 🫠

Magnus Martinsson x Reader

petting zoo drabble ask by @ladyfluff

Just the image of the precious meow meow being a dad is enough to have me melting, but mix that in with a petting zoo setting? I am a puddle because it's so fluffy 🥹

Thomas Sharpe x Reader

Reading While He Works by @foxgloveprincess

Peak adorable domestic bliss vibes in the Victorian Era with Thomas being a reassuring lil meow meow that just wants to have his wife around even if they just sit in comfortable silence? Lemme just…melt real quick 🫠

Coriolanus x Reader

The One I Desire by @five-miles-over

The grumpy x sunshine was so strong in this and the way this gave us a feisty sunshine reader was just the ultimate vibe for me 👏👏 And the dream?? 🥵 Yet another story that has me wanting more of this couple 💖

Tom Hiddleston x Reader

Falling Star by @mochie85

Tom being immediately infatuated with YN and seeing her as a calming presence on such a nerve-wracking night? Yes pls sign me all the way up. And that ending omg 🥴🫠

For England by @lokischambermaid

Soccer Aid Hiddles smut. Latex dress. A touch of potentially years long pining from Tom's end. I'm not kidding I needed to sprint a good 3km after reading this and I still didn't cool down. "Then bend" has me in a chokehold and I may or may not be putting on my running shoes again just thinking about it 😮‍💨😮‍💨

Bucky x Reader

Safe and Sound by @witchywithwhiskey (part 2 here)

Pretty sure this is the part where I shamelessly tell y'all I have a thing for the dbf trope 🥴🫡 And the way that this delivers and then some 👏👏 Part 1 had me melting for how he just comforted her without hesitation, and Part 2 had me kicking my feet and squealing and squirming from the dirty talk and how he checked in with her and the love confession 🥵🫠

Wanderlust by @mochie85

A pining best friend Bucky agreeing to go on a potential months long road trip with Reader to make sure she keeps safe?? And also resisting the urge to touch and kith the dimple?? The pining is immaculate in this drabble and has me wanting more 🥹💖

Pure of Heart by @rookthorne

Another best friend Bucky and this was so full of tender lil moments all before the fluffy ending that had me hitting the pillow from how cute these two were. And to top it all of: doggos!! 💖🫠

no more losers by @witchywithwhiskey

Face riding + they were roommates?? Scorching hot smut with a reveal at the end that gave this just the right amount of fluff that had me melting into my seat 👏👏

On the Edge by @sidepartskinnyjeans

I was living for the slutty banter between these two while they were edging each other with her wand 🥵🥵🥵 Honestly thank goodness I started reading Bucky stories otherwise I wouldn't have found this masterpiece of filth 👏👏

Devour by @frostironfudge

Mafia boss vibes with vacation hornies really had me clutching pillows and staring at the wall. It should be illegal for drabbles to be this hot honestly 🥵😮‍💨

Sherlock Holmes (Cavill) x Reader

drunken sex ask by @imyourbratzdoll

Drunk, tender, and feral Sherlock got my brain cells struggling to do anything except conjure up many many thots 🥵

Fingerprints by @tadhana-writes

A flustered Sherlock and a story where the case details have me wanting more 👏👏

Clark Kent/Superman x Reader

You're My To-Do List by @hannibals-favourite-meal

Domestic bliss with hornies…and it's Cavill's Superman, do I really need to say more 🥴🫡

Ari Levinson x Reader

her lifeguard ask by @imyourbratzdoll

Loyal bf Ari entertaining thoughts of drowning the people making his lil baby feel insecure and then proceeding to fuck the insecurities out of her?? On the beach?? Where anyone could walk by and see them?? I'm weak 🫠

be quiet for me ask by @imyourbratzdoll

dbf!Ari with a touch of fluff got me weak. (and also got me realizing I have the biggest soft spot for this trope aaaaaaaa 🫠)

her favorite truckdriver and his favorite camgirl ask by @imyourbratzdoll

This had me moving up a book with a similar trope (OF Creator FMC x Single Dad MMC) a good few spots on my book TBR because holy fuckque it's so good and I need more 🥵🫠

You Said I Was Your Favorite by @frostironfudge

The angsty start of this had me clutching the wall from the hurt omg, but the smutty ending had me just staring at the ceiling for a good while 🥴🫡

Stepdad!Ari showing you adult movies ask by @evansbby

Conflicted reader having an internal war between her hornies and her rational thinking really got me on this one. Like I'm living for her intrapersonal dynamic and I'd love to see which side would win out in the end 😳🫡

Kraven x Reader

The Hunter by @sidepartskinnyjeans

Primal kink. Forest smut. If this is the type of top shelf smut content we get from just the trailer, I better ready some ice water and new running shoes for October when we get the entire movie 🥵🫠

You Better Run by @cockslutpadalecki

Primal kink and restraints?? I wouldn't wanna be taken off his list, either 🥵🫡

Thomas Sharpe x Reader

the final Lady Sharpe part 3: unorthodox signals

Loki x Reader

what makes a princess

Tom Hiddleston x Reader

a sizing mishap a tale of ice baths and hot sauce

idek what this is except crack

the best view in Old Trafford (aka Grass POV)

[the-lord-of-springs]

Medraut and Lleu could pull off The Lovely Princess, but could Athy and Jennette pull off The Winter Prince?

I don't think lp!Athyette could. Lp! Athy is too meek and has little to no power over Jennette(which is a no go if she's supposed to be Medraut's stand in)

Wmmap Athyette may be able to if Athy is paranoid enough.

Medlleu to me starts out as, normal brother love on Lleu's side and complicated feelings on Medraut's, those feelings fester and spread to Lleu eventually ruining him, he in turn lashes out at Medraut who also fights back, viscious cycle go!

In a perfect world where Athy is more active in the plot she'd personally meet up with Jennette, when she's still young and lonely, and keep her under her wing. Watching over her, making sure the bud doesn't grow too far which then leads into obsessive surveillance and perhaps even stalking, she needs total control over the situation and justify's it by saying Jennette is naive and it's to keep her safe.

Jennette meanwhile is happy to have someone so close to her all the time and doesn't realize she's being trapped and left vulnerable in an unknown place(the palace) She wants to know everything about her sister-cousin, she's the only one to cling to.

She already knows her favorite food, her favorite color, her favorite flower, her work schedule, where she goes for lunch, her handwriting, etc, so when she finds out she's been secretly meeting up with not one, but TWO men(one of which was her fiance and brother-cousin) she'd explode with rage and accidentally unleash her magic making it a spectacle for all to see.

She'd retreat in fear afterwards and feel so utterly hurt and betrayed when she finds out Athy has known things about that as well, how could she keep secrets about her own body! (many, many parallels as you can see :3)

She'd lash back with tears and accuse Athy of many things, she'd pretend to act distant which panicks the princess as Jennette may be the reason for her greif but also her most powerful weapon. Her existence is proof God has forsaken her, and yet that same girl will give her salvation one day. So she bends to her whims and stays by her side, alone, for long periods of time. Jennette treats her better than anyone ever has after all, perhaps it was worth it for her smile, her hugs and kisses...

I think they could pull it off but perhaps it wouldn't be as weighty as the contexts and motives are different. Still would love to see an au where Athy is more like Medraut though.

[iciatheguardess]

psst. nows your chance to elsie rant about the current events if you want to

Rant? Hmmm... I dunno where to start

(Btw, all of this is /silly and not meant to offend anyone at all)

I'm so fucking glad they're almost done with this shit, because shit is happening to EVERYONE. I can't believe how calm the 2nd floors been so far and I'm thankful for it- and I'm glad there was rubble blocking the way because they all need more items and checkpoints before getting to her. Also the angst, JESUS CHRIST THE ANGST. If you haven't seen my separate post about Icia sleeping (I'll find it if you want or you can hunt for it yourself) and seeing her friends back in tbdk then you know damn well there's something SEVERELY wrong happening with Icia and if ANY serious shit happens then HOOOOOOO boy God bless everyone's souls because that will NOT be fun. It's not even just her though- like. Spoilers. POOR FUCKING VERIE AND ARTHUR, LIKE JESUS CHRIST THEYRE EACH OTHER'S LOST FIANCE AND SHE DOESNT EVEN FULLY KNOW IT AND HES JUST WAITING SADLY WITHOUT EVEN KNOWING IF SHES EVER GONNA REMEMBER. I'm really proud of Clara though, especially with being able to put her mask back on for the play. Lance and Raina are freaking me out a little. I know we've seen a bit of Lance and fighting really isn't his style but I've said this before and I'll say it again, seeing one of them for a long time and not the other FUCKING SCARES ME. And also, please someone get Stitch some therapy, that guy is basically going rabid with some of the stuff he's doing to himself and others, he is NOT mentally suited for this, no offense.

THATS NOT EVEN ALL. The dungeon party for me has been nothing but a whole lotta "WHAT????" Bc FIRST everyone falls asleep and gives into the trap just like that and Elsie and I are screaming into pillows for that to not happen- THEN BOB SHOWS UP WITH LEAFY AND MAGE I THINK? Idek if he's still there now but oh my god I can NOT wrap my head around this. ALSO IF I SEE KOPI AND KUMO AND THAT DAMN MEME ONE MORE TIME- well I guess I can't be mad bc they're each others support rn and that's really what everyone needs in this hell forsaken place at the moment. Someone also needs to really, really give Dusk a hug. I think she should make a rage room accessible to everyone in the circus, everyone needs that place.

Other than that I'm loving how creative the rooms and bosses are. I'm really hoping we see more Aoki bc he's so sweet and cute and someone get that man a gf right now, bring some happiness into his life. I'm also loving how creative I can be with the very, very long asks I'm writing for each room. I'm loving slipping bits of lore into Icias character. Yall don't know what I got planned or what Imma do if I get the chance. What I DONT love is how FAST MY FUCKING APPETITE DISAPPEARS THE GODDAMN MOMENT I SEE HER IN ANY ASK. Or if I see anything that has to do with Northeast, Raina and Lance, Stitch, etc. It's not fun being abt to eat a delicious bowl of cheesy spicy potatoes and seeing a notif and suddenly my appetite is like "HAHAHAHA ADIOS" because I get so anxious and excited that sometimes it literally makes me nauseous.

That's all I can remember rn. So far, 9/10, having lots of fun, have definitely cried a few times.

[if-they-were-jojo]

Made an AU where the Joestars are a family so decided to make a family tree, went a bit over board,

so here is how it started I added in a couple people at the top for connections sake, (note that the first Jorge is only called that to avoid a fourth George being on this forsaken tree.)

Jotaro's side looks pretty normal, I kept Kakyoin has Jota's Godfather, though they have no biological relation here, also Anasui and Jolyne are only dating, but I wanted to put most people on the tree. Name changes for this branch are giving adult Holly her self chosen japanese name, and making up a name for Jolyne's Mom. I think it would be funny if her maiden name is Cujoh so Joylne is doing the name thing to say she likes her Mom more. (also Araki stated he meant for his name to be Tenmei and his editor misread the kanji so yeah.)

To make Johnny here I made George be living a double life, the idea is the would find out after George dies in the new version of phantom blood, everyone manages to come together as one family in the end even if Johnny feels weird about him and Jonathan sharing a name.

(note Straizo is also here, and is a vampire but I am not taking an image just for him.) Erina's Father is only named in the musical, and her mother not at all but I think it fits. Also Speedwagon was like for real a father figure to both George II and Joseph so yeah Godfather Speedwagon.

Deigo is on here, the Johns accept him as another brother in the shit dads squad (Jonathan, Johnny and Dio). Diego earns the screenshot.

The Pucci side of Dio's polycule I decided to make Foo a sentient stand who Pucci split off of their user, and whom Weather adopted, Weather is a teacher at Green Dolphin school in Florida, I also made Green Baby more of a person so his name is Gabby. Dio was a bisexual disaster in his youth after turning into a vampire so when he found out about Giorno he went on a bit of baby hunting quest with Vanilla.

speaking of Giorno, his foster families have both been added to the chart,

Dio is quite friendly to Bruno and Leone, though he hates Diavolo with a passion.

Doppio and Diavolo still share a body here by the way.

Now for Joseph, not to much to say here other than that Suzy and Tomoko after overcoming the initial feeling of betrayal have now settled into a happy if sometimes strained polyamory, also Wammu is his ex-fiance but the two are now on good terms. Oh also Speedwagon part 2 is now separate from Speedwagon part 1

I added Strohiem as Santana's foster parent for the funny.

I made Tomoko siblings with Norisuke Iv and Rina from parts 7 and 8, to better tie the families together, which means that Josuke and George III are cousins through their mothers and second cousins via their fathers.

Also Josuke and Josuke are legally cousins via adoption which is neat.( I named Mitsuba's unamed baby Loacaca has a placeholder not for real) honestly nothing major changed over here.

some diversions, I made Yasuho Koichi's older sister and named Mansaku's stand but nothing major.( Tree-wise)

The other Kujos are unremarkable, the Kiras though? they relate back to the orginal Joestar family through Holly, plus I added Yoshikage part 4 to the mix of Kira siblings, though he is renamed Kosaku, since otherwise he shares a name with a sibling. In the AU he is currently in jail while his loving wife delivers him food and company. He likes the routine of the prison system, and Hayato fucking hates him for winning Shinobu over. Also Jodio and Dragona are here.

[slaymama99]

home sweet home!

Chantel and Nathaneal (her fiance) moved into this home 4 years ago today. While this home has seen the birth of their twins, many hard nights with the god-forsaken breast pump, and many promotions 😉 I think a move is in sorts! Every day this house feels smaller and smaller and with the twins' recent birthday, I don't think this home is right for them anymore. Chantel has lived in the city her whole life and took a short break in college. All of her family lives here meaning this move may be tough.

This move will definitely happen in the winter (the current season is fall) because I need some hope and prayers before I start looking around! 😒

[gimme-noodles-please]

“even if your heart is breaking, just keep smiling and pretending”

character x gn reader!

angsty shit

heavily inspired by Haniyyah’s Fiance Scaramouche bot

tw// su*c*dal thoughts + implied su*c*de

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You slowly opened eyes and the first thing you saw was unfamiliar white square tiles on the ceiling. This looked nothing like your room. The air smelled different too. What… happened?

Memories started hitting you like the truck that hit you (im sorry i just had to) during the accident that caused you to land in this god forsaken coma. How long were you even out? All you could remember was rushing for a date with your lover at your usual hangout spot, you were just crossing the traffic light, waving happily at your lover who gently smiled at you, waving back but their expression turns drastically into one of panic. You could see them mouthing something which you couldn’t tell, and in confusion you turned your head to the side just in time to see a truck a few milliseconds from hitting you before everything turned black.

“You’re finally awake!” One of the nurses exclaimed excitedly. You winced at the sudden loudness, “how-how long was I out for?” You asked, looking over to her lethargically. She just smiled sympathetically and patted your hand as if to comfort you. “2 years.” “2 years… wAIT WHAT? TWO WHOLE FREAKING YEARS?”

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“Oh my god Y/N! You’re finally awake!” Your best friend squealed excitedly, immediately hugging you tightly, causing you to cough slightly and weakly patted her back. “Y-yeah, I am.” You laughed softly, however your happy expression quickly melded into a blank one when you noticed how your lover and your best friend had matching engagement rings. “You two…” You started, glancing at the both of them for answers.

Your lover just looked away from you, instead nudging your best friend to reply you instead. “We got engaged!” She giggled happily, causing you to nod and quickly force a smile on your face. “Wow! That’s great news!” You smiled, trying your best to keep your anger at bay. Why was this happening? Oh god, how you wished you had died from the accident. Why would your lover do such a thing? And of all people, with your best friend? That bastard…

“I will leave you both alone now.” Your best friends says, noticing the slight tense atmosphere and quickly excuses herself, leaving you both alone. Inhaling a deep sigh, you turned away, refusing to give your lover a single glance. “Explain.” You said plainly, your voice completely devoid of emotions despite how much you could feel your anger boiling. You honestly had no idea what to feel right now. Anger? Sadness? Happiness? It was just all too confusing and overwhelming.

“I’m sorry.” Your lover started, clearing their throat before continuing. “Y/N, I’m sorry, about all these but, you were in coma for so long. I really did loved you, I really did. But, your best friend was next to me the entire time and comforting me and I just… fell in love with her along the way.” They explained, but of course it does not make you feel any better. You could understand their point but how would anyone react if they were in your position? Hurt and confused, right?

“Just leave.” Was all you could say. You hated this. You hated all of it. You could feel the tears already filling your eyes, still refusing to even look at your lover; well, ex-lover. “Leave, please.”

Your ex-lover just stands up quietly, the only evidence of it was the sound of the chair scraping the floor and their footsteps until the door closes behind them. It was then you finally broke down, letting out all the tears you had been holding.

Why was this happening? What did you do to deserve this? You sniffed, trying to wipe away the tears but they just couldn’t stop. Perhaps they never loved you enough at all. If only you knew this would happen, you would have been more careful. If only you could’ve woken up earlier, this would not happen. If only you had died, you would not have to deal with this pain. Right now, you were just an obstruction to their happiness. Not while you still love them. They are the love of your life and she is your best friend, how could you ever wish ill on them?

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The next day, the nurses and doctors were thrown into a flurry panic, hurrying to contact your family and friends. Your bed was completely empty when the nurse came in for your morning check-up and the only thing left was a few letters placed on your bed. Some were dedicated to each member of your family. Some to your closest friends. And one, specifically for your best friend and ex-lover.

“By the time you are reading this, I am gone. I’m sorry I can’t attend your wedding but I promise, I will be there cheering in spirit (literally). I’m sorry for being so selfish. I’m sorry for making you both worry. Thank you for waiting for me and I am truly sorry. May you both find happiness. I wish you both all the best and a happy lifelong marriage.

Signed,

Y/N

p.s. to (character name), if you dare hurt her, I will haunt your nightmares”

im sorry, idk what i wrote. i just lost motivation

[thedudereturns]

It's been one year, one God forsaken year later, since the accident that claimed the life of her fiance and maimed her -- and Sara Beth doesn't know when, or if, she'll get used to this view.

Having one leg, a very short "stump" and using crutches to get everywhere still feels foreign to her, just like the first day she learned to walk on the damned things.

But then, as she snaps this picture with her stump too short to use a prosthetic, a smile crosses Sara Beth's face. She had always wondered what life would be like as a one-legged woman and even began looking into how she could lose her leg without raising suspicion of everyone in her family. She even pretended to have one leg a few times in her teen years, driving to a town where she was certain no one would know her and catch her in the act. All hell would break loose if she had to explain to her parents why she had her leg bound behind her at the mall. That was a talk Sara Beth wasn't ready to have, maybe ever, because she knew her family would never understand.

And then the accident happened. Her leg, what was left of it after she and Greg were slammed into on the highway one year ago tonight, couldn't be saved. She remembers waking up in the hospital a few days later, but had and still has no memory of the wreck. Her parents told her Greg didn't survive and it sent Sara Beth into a tailspin for several days.

She also quickly realized something wasn't quite right with her left foot. it itched and burned like crazy, but her mom stopped her from reaching down to scratch it, preventing her daughter from seeing just how badly she was hurt. Sara Beth later learned this was called phantom pain, meaning her mind still felt her leg was there.

As the days went along and Sara Beth's recovery started, she wanted to see what was left of her leg. Her mom, while changing her daughter's bandaged "stump," let Sara Beth look at and massage her shortened limb. It was still very tender to the touch, so Sara Beth was careful when she touched it.

Sara Beth was eventually transferred to a rehab facility, where she learned how to live life as she used to imagine it: as a beautiful woman with one leg.

It's not the way she imagined it happening, and especially not at the cost of losing her best friend and fiance who she was about to marry.

But here she is, one year later.

[your-bad-fanfic]

I love this Ukrainian Gangster Boi sm

Here's a little bit of an angsty thing I had an idea for a while ago

Enjoy~

"My dear sweet Talia."

The police had translated the note they found in Mischa's phone after the accident. Puzzled as to why he had a final confession of love at 18 years old but went through with it anyways to give who seemed to be his fiance his final words.

"As you now know, I have perished and moved on. I am so grateful with the time we shared together, no matter how brief.

Even, while I was stuck in this unbearable city, you helped me through it all.

My Love, you made things worth while and I cannot bring myself to write any songs for you now. This is a letter to convey my emotions truly to you.

I missed Ukraine, I miss my mother, I wish I could have spent more time with you.

I will miss you dearly my Darling.

You helped me find some sort of relief of this God forsaken Canada.

I wish we could have been married and spent our lives together in Ukraine.

I wish I could have boughtten you a ring. I wish I could come home.

Please, if you know anything, I want you to know how much I truly loved you my Love.

You have my heart,

Mischa Bachinski ❤️"

[horizontouched]

@itismissswann sent:  “  who  did  this  to  you  ?  ” 

Tia Dalma's swamp hut offered little reprieve from the oppressive humidity outside. There was no breeze to sweep away the strange muddy scent of mangroves mixed with at least six pirates who all could use a wash. Though they had Singapore as a starting point, that still left them with no way to get there. Their host had mentioned she could get them passage, neglecting to add that she herself would be coming, but that it would take a day or two. Barely enough time to get the crew fed, watered and weapons sharpened. He'd never noticed how easily Jack could fill up a space until it was empty. It would have been awkward even if he hadn't developed newfound hatred toward the man. The one who for some gods forsaken reason was unable to be left behind while he took the Pearl for himself. The bastard who had near sent him to his death, again, and kissed his fiance. If it had been up to him, Will may have judged such a return not worth the ship. Especially now that it included Barbossa who some part of him still expected to slit his throat at any moment. Sleep was never going to come as long as they were under the same room. As if he could join the others on the floor if he wanted to. Saltwater may have kept his lashings from getting infected, but it didn't heal them. The very idea of bending or laying down seems impossible-likely is with the level of swelling he can feel inhibiting everything from shoulders to hips. In the sticky temperate night, he's hot and regretting his agreement to this plan. Will had made himself semi comfortable on the balcony outside another upstairs room that must have been Tia Dalma's bedroom. He'd assumed her asleep when she snuck up on him, quiet as the grave, and offered him a sweet smelling salve. It was a strange green color that didn't offer any confidence, but she'd chastised him for thinking a woman who brought someone back from the dead couldn't make a simple medicinal paste. She had offered, albeit a bit too willingly, to assist given there was no way for him to have done it himself. Shirt and jacket was all but melted to his skin with blood, stinging terribly upon peeling away and bleeding again without hesitation.

His only instructions were to get some rest and not put anything back on. Surprisingly not difficult to do as back cooled into a pleasant muted tingling that was distracting from any remaining searing pain. Will's head is rested on a fist, eyes closed in the security of his little private room. Dozing until a voice woke him, straightening almost violently, gaze whipping about and fumbling for sword that at this point he couldn't even lift. Tia Dalma was gone, to where he didn't know, leaving Elizabeth in her place. Elizabeth who he hadn't spoken to since the Black Pearl went down. He stares at her, abandoning his search for sword for shirt. Also missing, likely tossed given it barely functioned as a garment with the damage. His coat lay on the bed, out of reach. "Elizabeth-I...it doesn't matter."

[witchcraftandburialdirt]

🫦 - Danbin

✧ ── 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐃 🫦 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐀 𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐒 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒 MODERN VERSE

The city teems with life below him - streets and crowds of people dancing along the sidewalks and invading the once closed off streets; the promise of new beginnings igniting a fire within the souls of the people. Music dances from the space behind him - his apartment filled with friends (old and new), two demons he somehow felt were more family than his blood, although it was lacking someone who had taken his heart like a thief. No - that person was cozied up beside him - blanket flung over his shoulder as he sips his drink and peers past Robin's head to the group of drunken girls screaming about how good their cookies were.

10!

Robin's verdant eyes opened languidly once he begins to hear the countdown begin - somehow he finds himself gradually becoming more and more infected with the clamor and celebration. Perhaps it wasn't just that though - especially when he finds that Danny is looking at him too - that brings a smile and flush to his face. This was in no way their first New Years together, nor would it be their last - Robin had always somehow known that; but the spirit of it all mixed with Danny cloaked in moonlight and bursts of color was an addictive cocktail. One he is happy to indulge in.

5!

They slot together easily, a natural movement given how they were always ridiculously close to eachother - yet was that surprise on the killer's face? Robin decides it is as his hands rest comfortably upon his lover's waist - rubbing small circles atop his hips after yoinking their bodies closer. Those wintry eyes would be the only pair in the world to see Robin so relaxed; the man had been overrun with paranoia and suspicion since coming to this forsaken city. Empires were always crafted from gallons of blood mixed with the mortor of a thousand corpses - and those at the top always had to be wary of hidden knives. Yes … Hidden knives and somehow he had become engaged to a serial killer that ruined the lives of so many - and yet never his.

1!

Greedy as he ever was Robin can't wait for the New Year to hit before he fits their lips together; immediately he tastes rum and coke and immediately he wants more. The ever-shrinking voice in his head tells him to slow down but Danny's fingers carding through his hair offer a much louder command. The hunger that tingles his tongue is far beyond that of lust - its a sweet siren's call urging him to consume all of Danny so that they'd never be without the other again. He wanted him down to the very marrow of his bones, to sign each passing year with the edge of his teeth.

Finally he's able to pull away with a sharp laugh and he lays one more gentle kiss upon his fiance's cheek, whispering:

"Happy New Year, love."

[that-one-pretty-bitch]

no but imagine reader being isekaid into the story the villainess is a marionette and her role is to play as rezef fiance as she comes from a prestigious noble family. yet the reader took one look at the rezef facades ( with his sister and the people ) and decided 'nope, fuck that shit i ain't dealing with a siscon' and proceeds to run away from the empire successfully and just go on adventures which skyrockets her reputation as she achieves success. but really the reader just wants to live a slacker life ( CALE HENITUSE ILY ) and just not get involved with the drama in the novel. and yet her bad luck still keeps her getting involved no matter how much she tries to avoid them lmaooo - 🌌

I actually don’t know too much about Cale, because my lazy @$$ forgot about that Manwaha, I’m gonna go read it. Once I get a break from universityyyy

When you first met Rezef, took one glance at him, you knew that he would be a pretty shitty guy and didn’t want to deal with it

While Rezef was falling for you, you were busy finding plans to escape this god forsaken CRAZY yandere man

Eventually you bribed one of the guard’s to sneak out your clothes and belongings little by little daily until he finally snuck you out.

After leaving the castle you realized that you genuinely had no place to go and that's where Cale comes in

**** I literally don’t have any idea about Cale, I have just seen pictures of him**** So please think of the Cale bit yourself 😅

Meanwhile in the castle Rezef was fuming, he thought you got kidnapped and was really worried while Cayena tried calming him down. Eventually he sent lots of his guards to look for you but what did he see?

He saw his fiancée with another man smiling and laughing, he ordered for you to be locked up and Cale was not given any punishment because you begged for it.

He ended up forcing you into loving him, even though you didn’t but in the end you got married, against your will.

[kiwibirbs-library]

oKiE, oKiE, so I had this idea. A long time ago (also sorry if any of these are like stupid and not what you are looking for) it’s a longer one but I have like two other shorter ones too. Okay whew, I’ll stop rambling and just spit the idea out! So, it’s like a fantasy au thing where your a royal in an arranged marriage (I was kinda imagining Bakugou whilst thinking abt this but ik a lot of ppl like him so it doesn’t have to be him) but you don’t want to be in said marriage. So, one day your kinda just strolling through the village and you run into Midoriya or Shinso. (you could literally run into them or it could be like you went into a shop to get something and met them). So, you guys start talking and you kinda start liking him. BUT, they are a villager, and your a royal who is already betrothed to someone. So, basically just the whole sneaking out of the castle to go on dates with them, making up dumb excuses as to where you where. Idk how this would end, ig you could pick an ending. When I was brainstorming this, the ending I came up with as like the person you were betrothed to ends up doing something horrible and gets banished. So, then you and MIdOrIyA or Shinso live happily ever after. And even though he’s a commoner, you two still get to be together. Sorry for any typos

a/n: IM A SUCKER FOR ROYAL STORIES OH MY GOD btw this is long lol

Star Crossed

You know what’s wrong? Engaging a 3 year old to another 3 year old. You know what’s worse? Not letting them meet until a month before the god forsaken wedding.

You sighed as your maids bustled about your room. One tightened your corset, another showed shoes to you, a couple others going from dress to dress. You stood still as it happened, not in the mood to get scolded for squirming.

Finally the maids got you to give the go ahead on a dress and began matching everything to it, making you look like an angle in the flesh. You called one to follow behind you when your guard finally arrived to walk you for eh throne room.

Your guard.

Izuku has been you personal guard since you became an adult, his sudden appearance and talent taking notice immediately. Originally you were wary of him, you knew most of the knights were either big headed of themselves or so loyal it was a bit creepy. But when he was assigned to you you learned how quiet he was.

He would stand next to you when ever you sat and you would here quiet mumbles about god knows what or you would catch him writing things down in a notebook you don’t know where he kept.

Today however he stood next to you, unsteady glances to you constant as you go closer to the dreaded room.

“Izuku,” you sighed. You heard him straighten quickly. “You can relax a little you know. It’s just a meeting,” you laughed sadly.

“But isn’t this your fianc—“ you held a hand up.

“Let’s not call him that just yet Hmm?” You gave a glance to him and a smile before stopping at two large wooden doors.

“Ready?” Midoryia asked, placing his hands on the doors. The maid behind you quickly fixed your dress and checked you over.

“Ready,” you breathed in as much As you could with the suffocating corset on. Midoryia gave a push to the doors and the creaked open. As you walked in you whispered to him. “After this could you meet me with a cloak please?” You smiled. He gave a slight nod and bow before the doors closed and he stepped to the side where the other guards where.

“Daughter!!” Your father yelled. “It’s about time you two were introduced is it not?” He smiled as he gestured to the man in front of him.

“Yes I think it is,” you forced out before bowing. “A pleasure... your highness.” The man smiled. It was cold and made you antsy.

“Like wise princess.”

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“Izuku!” Your whisper yelled into the dark room. “Izuku Midoryia I swear. I know your there,” you laughed a little.

“Sorry sorry yes I’m here,” he stumbled out from his spot, a cloak draped over his arm. “What did you need this for?”

“Oh no reason no reason,” you smiled before taking the cloak from him. “Now could you do me another favor?”

“Of course.”

“Can you go stand down there, right under my window?”

“Princess— hold on,” he looked nervous.

“Please?” You smiled and gave him a look. Even in the dark you could see the red that hit his face. He sighed. “Thank you!” You clapped.

It took about ten minutes for him to get into position. You knew no one would think much of him leaving the castle at such a late hour. However if he had some person in a cloak and they checked her, you wouldn’t get anywhere. Besides there was festival tonight and you were not missing it.

“Princess?” You heard his voice come from the ground. You waved to him before sitting out the window. With one quick glance to the door you hopped down. You smiled as you get Midoryias arms.

“Phew thanks Izuku. You made this whole thing a... lot... easier,” your words were drawn out when you looked up to meet his eyes.

You always had thought this but, Izuku is really attractive isn’t he.

Hes got really nice eyes too.

They’ve got this look in them.

You couldn’t really place what it was but you liked it.

Maybe if the the prince was like—-

Woah woah woah woah.

Hey no no. He’s a knight. Your a princess. Stop. Don’t Even try to entertain the idea.

“P-princess?” He stuttered out. You smiled.

“I’m not princess tonight Izuku. Y/n is all ok?” You held onto him as he set you down gently.

“What! But I can’t call you Th—“

“Y/n?” You smiled again and patted his cheek. You didn’t understand what that smile could make him do.

“Y-y/n,” you saw the color that flooded his face as he said your name. You had always wanted to hear him say it. No matter how you asked he would turn you down though. Never straying far from princess or you highness.

“It sounds better than I though it would,” you laughed. “Now, I’m going to go to the festival. What about you?”

“I can’t just leave you princess—Y/n,” he stood straighter.

“Does that mean you’ll join me?!” You smiled widely.

“I guess it does,” he gave you a soft smile before tucking a star and of hair behind your ear and reaching behind you to pull your hood up. You felt the heat rise in you face as you looked up. “Ready?”

“Ready,” you gripped his hand before you both snuck around the hedges of the castle and over the short wall.

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“MIDORIYA!!” You both turned to the loud yell. A man with fire red hair came barreling up and knocked straight into your knight. “How you been man?”

“Kirishima! You back for the festival?” Midoriya smiled at the man as you watched them talk. This was the third stop and they only just entered the town. It made sense Izuku was popular. With his attitude and looks he could make friends with anyone.

You looked around at the lights hung up everywhere. No one was in lavish gowns and there were no treats you were used too but everyone seemed so lively and happy. The parties you had been to were filled with people silent judging others, always ghosting or throwing Someone out. Here everyone was talking to anyone.

There was a circle of dancers the spun around and a band off to the right of them. Vendors were speed everywhere selling things. You felt a tap on your shoulder.

“Are you Midoriya’s friend?” You turned to a tall man in armor.

“I um— yes. Yes I am!” You smiled and held a hand out. He took it and kissed the top.

“Tenya Iida miss, we are all very sorry to stop you. We all went to school in our you her years together,” you smiled at the story. More people gathered around Midoryia, all of them excited to say hello.

“Oh wow really?” You giggled.

“If I may ask how do you know him?” The man with glasses asked. You froze up.

“Oh well I um—“

“Through work! We met through work actually,” you heard Izukus voice behind you. You bit your lip. You didn’t think you’d get caught this early.

“Oh I see! Are you a Knight or a servant?” Your eyes widened before smiling. Midoryia looked at you to see what you would say.

“Well let’s just say I work in the castle for now,” you laughed into your hand at the few puzzled looks you got from his friends.

————

The entire night was filled with Midoryias friends taking you around and showing you the town. You played festival games you dreamed to as a child, they bought you some sweet circle covered in a glaze and drinks. Most of his friends were drunk by the end. Midoryia stuck closely to you during the entire ordeal, earning you a couple of curious glances as you went.

When you got home Midoriya took you through the knights entrance and you found the back passages to your room. It was the most fun you had had in a long time. You laughed slightly as the bulky man closed the door and flopped down on the couch. You took a spot next to him, finally shedding your cloak and undoing your hair.

“Did you enjoy yourself Y/n?” He happily asked, sitting up and leaning to you.

“Of course I did! I never knew festivals were so— bright! I wish I could do it again,” you smiled, kicking your shoes to the floor and tucking your legs underneath you.

“Well, I don’t think it’s a good idea to be sneaking out, but the festival is going on for the next three days you know,” he scratched the back of his neck. Your smile widened and you popped up, nearly toppling on top of him. He caught your waist and you propped yourself up on his chest.

“Really?!” You didn’t seem to register the position the two of you were in. Him leaning back onto the arm of the couch with you almost straddling him. If he was being completely honest he didn’t want it to end.

The halo of light from the window that came up behind you made you glow. He harshly swallowed as his grip tightened on your hips. Your eyes widened slightly as you finally took in what was going on.

Neither of you realized you were leaning in until your lips touched.

You should have ended it there.

You should have had him leave.

You should have... but you didn’t want to.

You’d been denying all of this for years, why couldn’t you do what you wanted just this once. Just this once you could have one thing you’ve been wanting.

You deepened the kiss as you threw out the thought of stopping.

Izuku knew what your decision was immediately.

He knew you should have stopped this too.

But he could help but feel a swell of pride when you didn’t.

Besides, as long as he didn’t get caught it would be alright— right?

————

It had been a month since then. Since you both threw out your common sense and began this little affair.

You’ve started dismissing you maids early, allowing Midoryia and to slide in the door and steal a kiss or two. You both knew the day that was coming up however. A day you both tried to avoid bringing up.

You had three days until you were married off to the man from a month ago. You grimaced at the thought of his face as your maid finished sinching up your dress. You sighed at the knock on your door. You would have to greet him as he stays for the next week for the wedding.

Midoryia thought he was miserable when he opened the door but the look on your face made him want to just take you and hide you in the town for a while. He tried giving you a little smile but the one you tried to give back looked dead. You told your maid to go ahead for a moment.

“How ya doing?” Midoryias voice was soft and overflowing with concern as he stepped forward to cup your face.

“Cant I just hide out in the town for while?” He Heard- you murmur under your breath. He let out a chuckle.

“I thought that too,” you looked up to meet his eyes. You both knew that wouldn’t work. You were the only princess to this kingdom. They would turn houses upside down to find you.

“I don’t want to do this,” you sighed. You had thought in that moment that you were finally doing something that you wanted. But even that couldn’t last long could it. Midoryia put a finger under your chin and lifted you head to look at him.

He didn’t like seeing you this sad.

He never wanted to see you like this.

“What if I find something?”

“Find something?” You looked at him confused.

“I could do some looking into him. With that sort of aura he has to have done something unworthy of you,” he paused. “Anything hes done is unworthy of you.” You laughed a little at that.

“You sweet talk me too much Izuku,” you placed a hand on his arm. “I won’t say no to what you do, just.... don’t get caught.”

“I’m good at that,” he smiled before leaning down and kissing you. You slapped his arm a bit before leaving the room and meeting your made down the hall.

————

Your foot tapped violently on the rug beneath your throne. Tomorrow was the day you would loose you life for a new one so, why were you called to the throne room this late?

You knew it was for only one reason. No one would call at this time if it wasn’t urgent.

You sucked your lips in to hide your smile when that familiar green hair showed in the room.

“Sir Midoriya, personal guard of the Princess Y/n, and apprentice of the Knight All Might. What is your reasoning for this emergency meeting of us?” Your father belted from his throne next to yours.

“Your majesty, I was running some errands in the next kingdom over and found a closed investigation that was never finished. When I found the source of I being closed I found information of our kingdom and others in the sense of targets. I think you should look into it,” Midoryias head stayed in a bow as he spoke. You paused, waiting for your fathers response.

“What errands?” He asked.

“I sent him. There was a craftsman I wanted to check that they still lived there,” you quickly put in. Your father looked at you to your knight before nodding.

“Continue Sir Midoryia.”

You sat there with you father for almost three hours as Izuku explained everything. You were shocked by how in depth it was. By the end of it the king was enraged to the point the guards were forced to hold him back from storming the bastards room. When they did leave the throne room he yelled a hasty order to Midoriya to take you back before storming out.

“Wow,” you crossed your legs on your seat. You had to say you were impressed.

“What? Is something wrong?!” Midoriya was kneeling in front of you in seconds. You laughed a little at his mannerism.

“No nothings wrong, I’m just impressed. I didn’t think you’d put that much work in,” you laughed. Midoriya pulled back a little.

“How could I not put this much work in. I didn’t the love of my life would have had to marry a sleez ball,” you snorted at his words.

“Well my night in shining armor, what would you like as a reward?” You giggled before standing up. Midoryia smiled to you.

“Could I have a small token to remember this?” You smiled up to you, a hand going out in asking. You put yours on his.

“Oh my are you proposing? My my knight, how foreword of you,” you laughed again at his sudden blush. No matter how strong his words were he was still your easily flustered knight.

“What if I am?” You heard him mumble. You smiled and got down to his height.

“Well then we need to bestow a title upon you so I can give you an official yes,” you giggled at how his eyes shown to your words. “That will have to happen later, for now,” you leaned over and kissed him.

“Is that all?” He asked as you pulled away.

“Well we have all night dont we?” You laughed before standing and walking to those large wooden doors. “Izu?”

“Your highness!” He happily followed you as you both went down the hall.

Man was he happy he was assigned to you.

Being in love was one heck of a feeling.

[torncreek]

August 6, 2022

As we find ourselves fully submerged into the heat of August, parents and children all across Torncreek, USA have one thing on their mind;

The start of the bloody school year.

For some, the day is coming far too soon. And for others, it cannot come quick enough. When is that first day coming ? We reached out to the.....unfortunately dwindling schoolboard for word on it, and the only response was "with all due respect, there's a wild animal on loose in town and two people have died from it. Nobody is thinking about the school year. Let's get it contained before it kills someone else before we discuss that."

Right, the animal. We ought to bring that up. As has been wide reported, a large, black-furred animal resembling closest a dog (though to mistake it as a dog would be an amazing feat for the tiniest of peabrains,) has taken the life of cousins-in-crime Amos and Diego Castillo, as is reported by witness of the scene, Patches "Pat" Pembrooke, and Amos' fiance, Francisco Artale. No neighbors were able to comment on the situation.

The town's social site has been brought back online after that stint of it being closed to the public, something about the archives getting deleted on accident and the handful of folks in charge of it scrambling to fix it before more was lost to the void of the internet.

Finally, to whoever parked their white sedan in front of the god forsaken town hall this morning, you left your lights on. A less-than-jovial gentleman with a mullet teased to Jesus and an arm covered in tattoos solved that for you, though. Hangovers, am I right?

Stay weird, Torncreek. You're giving me job insurance.

-- M.W.S.

[eddiemxnsons]

𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐊𝐘 — 𝑪.𝑮𝑹𝑨𝑵𝑻

NOT REQUESTED!

After the humiliating catastrophe of Market Garden, the reader is one of the last soldiers in the village as Shifty Powers and herself defend the evacuating men of Easy Company. Chuck Grant, her fiance, is twisted into an enraged and anxious frenzy.

WARNINGS: War-time violence, language, blood

IF SHE HAD WINGS, they’d be of Icarus; tarnished at its pristine white ends with smoldering burns from a brush with the sun, and her mind was just as earnest - cocky, even. She was an angel of the sky to Easy Company, a sniper that could be picked out sprinting on the shambles of roofing, knelt on rumble with a meticulous finger on the trigger of her rifle. She never missed. 

A few ramshackled buildings away, would be Shifty Powers - the amicable Southern boy with a track star’s strides and an aim that rivaled her own. They’d be one of the few soldiers that would close the rear of retreats, remaining in downpours of relentless waves of gunfire to sneak a bullet into the heads of those that sought the fleeing men. Somehow, by God’s grace perhaps, they always would slink out of those hellish moments unscathed — nevertheless, there were the ambushes where a bullet or two whizzed in a whisper past her ear, where the eruption of artillery quivered the bolster of wood she stabilized herself upon. Where she wouldn’t see Shifty’s silhouette amidst the shadows of alleyways, hear the familiar snap of his rifle discharging. Where Easy would be retreating from a dumpster fire of a operation and the pair would be pinned to defend, always outnumbered, always frustrated that no one else struck the courage to remain with support.

Chuck Grant would always stare at the row of shambled brick buildings as he was shoved atop an idling tank by other soldiers, his eyes picking apart each rooftop until the stooped silhouette of the female sniper was caught. He could never remain behind to support even when he would get crimson in the face about it, sour as Winters chided about how the company cannot exploit NCO’s in meaningless situations of combat. When there were soldiers in position that were ept enough to grapple with the crossfire — disposable to the military, even though the ginger would never utter along such lines.

Then, there was the afternoon of the final day within Operation Market Garden; it was a brush fire of humiliation, negligence from superiors, and death. The quaint town was a hurricane of flame, reeking of tarnished flesh and spent gunpowder, all ashe and smoke now as he dropped on the edge of the rumbling tank.

Y/N and Shifty were at the out-skirting buildings of the deserted town — the mere thought of the pair of them being vulnerable, supplied with a few rounds of ammunition in their pouches, soured the linings of his stomach. Every corner of the forsaken town was haunted with armed Krauts, earnest beyond humanity to slit the throats of Americans, strip away valuables like starved scavengers. A tidal wave of anxiety and frustration rolled through his chest in a radiating bitterness, the sight of her crumpled body on the bricks carving into the inside of his eyelids — how they wouldn’t hesitate to exploit a female soldier.

He detested that he had to be anchored away in safety, watching the town down the way radiate with fire and fury, watching how she danced across a rooftop in an agitated prance. Yet, the composure was afoot in her posture as she knelt herself behind a decayed shard of concrete, the edge of her rifle slinking towards the trajectory of a target. She made the tolerance of fear seem so effortless — graceful. As if it was solely the target and herself that existed in a split moment, the fury melting away in crimsons and scarlets in her peripheral. All that mattered was the unsuspecting Kraut that her trained eye stuck to. Chuck Grant would never know how she did it. He could waste a lifetime struggling to figure out this woman — and even that would be too little of time spared to his wandering mind.

“We need to start moving out — before more show up and shoot us all to hell,” Nixon’s exhausted voice flattens the murky distraction in Chuck’s head, as Winters and him hastily trekked by on the roadway, palms pressed to their helmets in security.

Chuck’s nerves clamored with a chill despite the radiating heat of the German sun overhead as the two men continued on below him, earnestly swapping schemes for their evacuation. An evacuation where not everyone — everyone still alive, albeit — would be fleeing safely. Y/N and Shifty, perhaps others, were still amidst the smoldering bricks and foundations of the village yards away.

“We can’t just leave,” Chuck blurted to no distinct recipient, the rolling thunders of the engine below him recalling that they were moments away from leaving them all behind — leaving her behind.

“Yeah, because becoming Kraut bait is that much better,” George asserted with a huff as he slinked a pearl white cigarette between the chap of his lips, tinkering with his finicky lighter in his hand.

“Y/N is still out there, along with Shifty,” Chuck curtly plucked the corroded lighter from George’s clasp, prompting an exasperated exclamation from him, yet Chuck secured it into his pocket so the other man would fixate more so on the risk being laid out by their departure.

“The two best snipers in the Airborne?” Skip chuckled with a slight grain of uncertainty sprouting through his amicable expression, and almost too haughtily nursing his current cigarette. 

Penkala promptly poked his friend in the crook of his ribcage when Chuck effortlessly caught onto the drifts of nerves rolling off the typically genial Skip Muck. Skip shrugged defensively but sucked in the toxic comfort of his cigarette in a bow of silence.

“They’ve made it out of shittier situations than this, Chuck,” Malarkey mused with a flight of consolation for the brunette knelt alongside him presently, “God knows that they’ll just have a helluva day bragging about exploding the heads of Krauts when they get back.”

Chuck merely tossed an eye roll as a collective response to each remark provided by his fellow paratroopers — he was expressing concerns to an ensemble of daft idiots.

“Alright, grab your socks and your cocks! We’re moving out!” Welsh bellowed from the domineering tank of the machinery cluster, white-knuckling a supportive clunk of metal to remain steady on the moving vehicle.

Whilst the soldiers at his sides shifted to secure any haphazard items on their person, Chuck stilled like a swatch of ice adhered to the Jeep’s seat. His eyes only moved when he cast his glimpse upon the fiery crimson, seething German village. He sought the roof where Y/N assured she would be before she jogged away from him — from safety — just twenty minutes prior to this intrepid departure. She had retreated from his presence with her typical spurt of confidence — as if not a smolder of ash could touch her — smiling and asserting firmly where she’d be. Where he could find her — his angel of the sky.

The very roof that he had planted a thorough root in his mind about was vacated, solely a swathe of concrete debris and projections of glass. There could be humans amidst the chaotic mounds of destruction, but he knew that not one would be alive. She could not be alive.

“Guarnere,” Chuck firmly remarked to grasp the rather disinterested attention of the Italian man, who barely posed a gaze on Chuck in attentiveness.

“Gimme your binoculars,” he persisted in demand despite the lack of attention fueling his assertions. When the silence prodded around their swirls of cigarette smoke and exhaust, Chuck merely wrenched Guarnere’s olive pack from his lap, which was futile enough to conjure a fiery exclamation from the Italian man.

“You ain’t using them,” Chuck shrugged briefly before recovering the military grade binoculars from the clutter of the pack before shoving it in reconciliation to the chest of the exasperated man.

A blasphemy of Italian remarks rumbled from the man alongside the engine as Chuck adjusted the device on the bridge of his nose, disregarding the verbal prods being poked into him by Guarnere.

Chuck clicked the eyepieces into a proper magnification and fixated the scope onto the roads sprouting out in exit from the village, scouring for any visual reassurance of her safety. His eyes picked over the throngs of German soldiers in their grey uniforms until a splurge of olive shifted into frame, it starkly contrasting the red brick of a building. Then there were two distinct blurs of olive, both moving desperately quick and shrewd to elude the masses of approaching Germans.

Chuck couldn’t magnify the lens any hastier than he did in that second, a spur of relief sobering his nerves as he was certain that it had to be them. With the proximity increased, his certainty molded into confirmation as he scoped over the ashen faces of Y/N and Shifty whilst they sprinted towards their evacuating company.

“Shit,” Chuck murmured, flinging the binoculars haphazardly in the bearing of where Guarnere sat in the Jeep.

Chuck hastily sprung forth from his makeshift seat in the vehicle, hand clasping firmly around the overhead arching bar. The abrupt jostle of movement spurred an acknowledgment from Nixon at the front of the Jeep, who curtly twisted his torso with voice toned to chew out the soldier.

“You trying to fall off or get us shot at?” Nixon snipped over the baying of the engine and around his smoldering cigarette.

“It’s Y/L/N and Shifty, sir! We can’t just leave them!” Chuck jumped down the superior’s throat in return, accordingly jabbing a finger in direction of the approaching soldiers.

Nixon bowed his torso to acquire a better viewpoint of the indicated individuals, who, indeed, were sprinting towards their departing convoy alike to bats out of Hell.

“Turn us around,” Nixon mumbled almost instantaneously towards the driver alongside him, whose expression rocked into a tantrum of aghast and frustration.

“Fuck no,” the driver disputed, shaking his head with continued murmurs of profanity through his gritted teeth.

“Alright,” Nixon tautly secured the remnants of his cigarette between the weight of his teeth, and clasped on the steering wheel, effortlessly overwhelming the rather frail strength of the driver. He roughly wrenched the steering wheel with purpose to aim its path towards the impending soldiers.

Out of instinct, the driver pummeled his foot against the brake yet they had managed an ample extent of distance for the snipers to reach the salvation of the Jeep. It was a fleeting string of seconds until they reached the rear of the Jeep, where Chuck and a few other willing soldiers hauled them upon the truck bed. And Chuck couldn’t have clasped onto her forearm any more fleetingly than he did the moment she was within his reach. His crisp trepidation was gradually shaken off his nerves at the sensation of her own hand on his elbow — she was there now with him.

The Jeep resumed its pace forward the second the duo of snipers were secure amidst the other paratroopers, the driver flinging himself into a dispute with an unperturbed Lewis Nixon. With the discourse swirling in the background of all the conversations swaying in the truck bed, Chuck took the opportunity of noise to solely focus on Y/N.

He eased her onto his previous seat once he heeded the evident laceration on the rear of her head, a brush of hair absent from the region of injury.

“Tried ducking away from a German sniper’s shot and hit my head on some concrete debris,” Y/N remarked before he could prod in inquiry about what happened, who did it, why she didn’t call for assistance.

“Didn’t know they let klutzes into the Airborne now,” Skip quipped from alongside the pair as he had since plateaued his conversation with Penkala, whilst Chuck recovered a roll of gauze from the pocket on his thigh.

“It’s only fair since they let twits in like you,” Y/N breathily chuckled as the throb in her head soured the energy to speak too loudly, her accordingly lolling it against the support of the wooden beam.

A few other attentive paratroopers laughed or nudged their elbows at a presently flustered Skip Muck whilst Chuck shook his head with a minimal chuckle, more so fixated on adjusting the gauze onto the crimson wound beneath his fingers.

His fraught over her was a quiet emotion that was palpably loud by the way his hands jerked anxiously when undoing the gauze to an appropriate length. She brushed off the surrounding men’s continued babbles and musings as her eyes doomed over each minuscule movement of his as her wound was dressed. His present tidal waves of anger was his sadness in fight-mode, itching to be raged on through a tickle in his throat — perhaps even plead with her not to pull these trigger-happy stunts every time authority was out of her way. But he remained silent, his eyes solely voicing every string of fueled emotion to her as their eyes converged within a few inches of one another.

“Chuck,” Y/N muttered — even her typical excuse of what soldier would she be if not one that lays down her life for her comrades? wasn't sufficient enough for pacification. And he’d always be irked to say that not every life is worth saving, particularly if it prioritizes itself over her own.

“I’ll get you over to Roe once we get back to somewhere safe,” Chuck exhaled, blinking to hinder their eye contact and allow him to dart his eyes back below to his quaking hands.

Y/N eased her own dirt-blemished hand onto the fisted hands of her boyfriend, clenching with a ginger pressure to disrupt the trembling of them.

“The day I let a buck-toothed, cross-eyed Kraut kill me and prevent me from coming back to the company — to you — is the day Hell freezes over us all,” one of her palms extended forth to his tousle of light auburn hair, tugging lightly at the frayed ends to alleviate gradually the fret in his brown eyes.

Such brown was concealed as his eyelids fluttered shut for a fleeting second, flushing out the war and the pure fear from his core for a second of serenity, a second where all he fixated on was the sensation of his beloved’s hand in his hair.

“Can’t be too cross-eyed if you had to duck out the way of one of ‘em,” Skip mused with a simper molding around his cigarette and brown giddy eyes.

“Anyone with common sense would if they heard or saw a bullet coming for them,” George asserted with a huff of a laugh, one that Malarkey hastily mimicked while jabbing his cigarette towards Skip,

“Remember George, you’re talking to someone who doesn’t have enough sense to find his way outta wet paper bag.”

Skip clanked the tip of his boot into the crook of the redhead’s ankle to hush him before he’d delve further into amusing yet condescending remarks. Malarkey scoffed with the retort of a child as he returned with a punt to Skip’s shin. Whilst the pair disputed with the tips of their boots like school children, Y/N shifted her glimpse to Chuck, who had since jostled into the space between Skip and her.

In the blossoming, brilliant arcs of German sunlight, he was smiling and chuckling along with the other rather zestful young men. She could never give anything of this up. Never let the war touch the golden youth of Chuck Grant. She was their — his — angel of the sky, and what angel would she be if not to protect him from the foe of heartache.