#myfirstfic

[lara-frasers]

Serendipity - Epilogue

My first fic is over! It’s been a fun, learning ride.

You can read it here

Nádia made the lovely moodboard 

[jclee0221]

Worth a Shot

I crave for a bit of KandaxLenalee fics so I made one! Word Count: 1,100 words Rating: Rated T for Kanda’s cursing Genre: Fluffy and a bit angsty I guess Summary: A headcanon on Kanda and Lenalee’s interaction before Kanda left the Order once again to search for Allen. Happens in between of Chapters 208 and 209. This is my first published fic so please be gentle with me. Her hair had grown way past her shoulders. Despite the probable loneliness, anxiety, and stress, she still looks beautiful the way he remembers.

 “Here, these are some of my savings. You could at least use it in your search.”  She handed him a pouch full of banknotes.

 “Thanks.” He reached out for the pouch and placed it inside his new uniform jacket. He appreciates the extra funds. He had been financially struggling for the past months.

 With the help of the light coming from the candles that lined up the walls of the underground cave passage, he could see a see her beautiful and unique amethyst eyes. Oh, he had missed those eyes.

 “You and Marie would cover up for me, right?” His steel onyx eyes looked at her straightly.

 “Of course, I will do whatever it takes so we can find them.”

 Aside from her swollen face, most likely from her non-stop crying, of course, she has dark circles under her eyes and a thinner physique. He heard a lot of things about what happened from the day he went AWOL. The bean sprout’s exorcist status got revoked, and the Noahs abducting the stupid rabbit and Bookman. Those reasons and his disappearance created a decline to the manpower, and the increase in Akuma activity made things worst. Lenalee and the others were working mission after mission with no time to rest. Not only the exorcists but, also the guys in the Science Department look more even tired than ever. Komui didn’t lash out at him when he saw he drank the liquefied innocence from Lenalee’s hand. He just conducted a brief interview after, asking about his whereabouts and what had occur during his absence, and proceeds to do paperwork and reports. Those documents could not be of use since he didn’t gave some of the details.

 “Well then, I’ll be going.” 

He turns around and walks away. With his newly forged, crystalized weapon on his back. A new version of Mugen that looks like the usual katana with a blade made up of a crystalized mixture of blood and innocence. He fixes the hair tie that he borrowed from Lenalee again to keep his long raven locks that reach up to his hips in their usual high ponytail. Having no clue where he should start his search, the information about Johnny Gil’s recent resignation might give him a good starting point.

 “Kanda. Welcome back.”

 Those words made him stop in his tracks. Oh, how he had waited to hear those words again. He let his bags drop and rushes back towards the female exorcist. He embraces her so tightly.

 “Thank you.”

 Without hesitation, Lenalee returns his embrace.

 “Promise me you will come back, okay? I do not what will I do if I lose you again.” He can feel her shaking and fighting back tears.

 “Yeah. Sorry about that. I missed you so much, Lena.” He said as he kisses the top of her head.

 “Yeah. I missed you, too.” He can feel her tightening grip on his back.

 “Komui would kill me if he saw us like this.” He chuckles and imagines the siscon’s supposed reaction upon seeing them like that, embracing.

 “Your hair, it’s long again.” He said as he releases her from his embrace.

 “Yeah. General Tiedoll bought me these ribbons. I mentioned to him you took mine. So he bought these as compensation.” She said as she wipes a tear away.

 She tied up her raven hair in a half pony similar to her old pigtails.

 “Sorry if I called you ugly earlier. I was just messing with you.” He said as he scratches the back of his head.

 “I know. You are just being a jerk.” She giggles. It was music to his ears. She probably hasn’t laughed like this for a while.

“Stop crying, okay? I promise I will find that damn bean sprout and pay my debt to him. Once I drag his pathetic ass here, we would go find where those damn Noahs are and rescue the stupid rabbit and Bookman.”

 Hearing those nicknames for little Mr. Allen and Lavi made Lenalee remember the good old times.

 “Sure.” She smiled and felt happy for a long while. The thought of her friends reuniting again is all she wishes for.

 “That settles it. I’ll be going then.”

 He lifted her chin and leans in. Their lips were a few millimeters away when Kanda realizes what he was doing. In a panic, his lips slightly grazed over hers. Thankfully, it landed in the corner of her mouth. Both of them got surprised and have blushes creeping up their ears. It’s a good thing that the passage was dim. He can’t imagine how red their faces are. He immediately turns around and picks up his bags from the floor. The samurai exorcist hastily walks towards near the exit. 

Minutes has passed and he was about to exit the cavern. He then hears the fast-clicking footsteps approaching behind him. Turning around, he sees Lenalee running and leaping towards him, catching her midair. Her arms circling around his neck, and her soft lips touching his cheek.

 Still in a state of shock, he looked at Lenalee who was flashing a smile he had never seen before. The moonlight reveals that her cheeks were in a deep shade of pink.

 “Have a safe trip, Kanda!”

 ****

There was a long distance away from the Headquarters, but he can still feel his heart pounding. He still hasn’t gotten over Alma, considering he just passed away a few months ago. Alma’s weight on his arms as he took his last breath is something he would never forget. Considering that dark part of his life closed, he could at least make up of something of what the little time he had left.

 “I guess once everything is all over, I think it is not too bad to give it a shot.”

 He doesn’t care about the Order, but he knew himself that he had formed bonds with its members. Noise Marie, who he considers a good friend. Komui Lee, the annoying older brother he didn’t ask for. The General Froi Tiedoll, who still thinks of him as his son. And Lenalee Lee, the girl whom he already considers as his home. Thanks to her, he could at least have a small hope in the future. He is still not sure of his feelings towards her. All that he knows is he wanted to return to her, to go home to her, liked he promised.

 “Another reason to not to die, huh?”

 He is hoping that no one saw their uncharacteristically sweet moment. Marie has his super hearing, but he doubts he would tell anyone about it. That man is not that kind of guy. He would probably tease Lenalee a bit. He’ll be damned if anyone found out that the Black Order’s sweetest exorcist almost gave her first kiss to the Black Order’s biggest jerk.

 Komui would have his head, the bean sprout and Lavi would protest, and that Bak guy from the Asian branch would shatter, and he still would not care.

[wokeupandchoseviolence]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Suzerain (Video Game) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Relationships: Petr vectern - Relationship Characters: Anton Rayne, Petr, Livia, Beatrice Additional Tags: Hurt, Heavy Angst, Angst and Tragedy, Tragedy, Sad Ending, Torture, Blood and Injury, Major Character Injury, Character Death, Original Character Death(s), Chains, Post-War, Death Summary:

Post war. Petr's POV. Some mistakes, some regrets. And definitely some "show" that Petr will regret.

(It's my first ever writing, so honestly I don't have any idea what I am doing.)

[ao3feed-tolkien]

Nienna's Rebellion

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/rx2EcIw

by Member24601

Lucienne knows that having an arranged marriage is expected for one of her station. However, when her father chooses an elf lord to be her husband, she knows that she must do everything possible to prevent the marriage; for the sake of her people, and for herself. What she didn't know is that the consequences of her actions would put her on a path that leads to training and fighting for the survival and freedom of all the children of Ilúvatar.

There is some explicit and violent content, sexual assault and torture.

Words: 2001, Chapters: 1/15, Language: English

Fandoms: The Silmarillion and other histories of Middle-Earth - J. R. R. Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings - All Media Types

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M, M/M

Characters: Maedhros | Maitimo, Original Female Character(s), Original Male Character(s), Sauron | Mairon, Erestor (Tolkien), Glorfindel (Tolkien), Elrond Peredhel, Námo | Mandos, Vairë the Weaver, Nienna (Tolkien), Fëanor | Curufinwë, Sons of Fëanor, Gandalf | Mithrandir, Morgoth Bauglir | Melkor, Bilbo Baggins, Frodo Baggins, Aragorn | Estel, Legolas Greenleaf, Gimli (Son of Glóin), Haldir of Lothlórien

Relationships: Maedhros | Maitimo/Original Female Character(s), Sauron | Mairon/Original Female Character(s), Erestor/Glorfindel (Tolkien), Námo | Mandos/Vairë the Weaver, Elbereth Gilthoniel | Varda Elentári/Manwë Súlimo

Additional Tags: #AU, Not Canon Compliant, #NorespectforCanon, #firstage, #thirdage, #war/violence, #re-embodiment, #meddlingValar, #PTSD, #SorryTolkien, #Maedhrosisstaight, #SorryFingon, #IloveyoutogetherbutstraightMaeisFun, #eventualsmut, #Smut, #MyFirstFic, #TheWaroftheRing, Torture

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/rx2EcIw

[ladyrhi]

When Angels Fall

Throwing it back tonight to the very first story I ever wrote. It was just something I wanted to get off my chest in the wake of TROS, and turned out to be the gateway that would ultimately lead me to start writing As Stars Through Our Souls. The sequel that followed When Angels Fall is something I’m really very proud of, especially the epilogue. Who knew what punching out my feelings on the keyboard after watching Ben Solo die would lead to.

ASTOS is my baby, my pride & joy...but this was my first.

The Dark was full of terrors, but Ben had faced them down too many times to shrink from them now. There was comfort in the familiar, no matter its menace, even when the 'better alternative' was within reach. Though he'd been made to suffer for it, the Dark Side had embraced him as he'd never been by those who'd proselytized the virtues of the Light. He'd grown strong, realizing what he could accomplish beyond the strictures of an order of terrified old men. As the Dark's disciple, he'd become something great and his ascension had instigated the awakening of his equal within the Force.

Whatever the cost, however he may mourn the deeds that led him to this point, Ben would never regret that it had brought Rey into his life.

CW: Thoughts of suicide

[a-forger-and-a-point-man]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: James Bond (Craig movies) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: James Bond/Q, James Bond/Danny Holt/Q/Alex Turner Characters: Pampuria the Cat, Princess Pampuria, James Bond, Q (James Bond), Danny Holt, Alex Turner (London Spy), Turing the Cat Additional Tags: Not for the faint of heart, Sorry Not Sorry, Christine made me do this, I hate myself, my first fic tho, I'm really sorry y'all

Summary:

There was one witness to James Bond's sexual activities with his scrambled eggs. And she's going to use that information the only way she knows how.

SO I WROTE MY FIRST FIC EVER and... it’s.. shameless.

you have to have read @christinefromsherwood’s works that shall not be named  for this to make any sense. good luck my friends, i bid you farewell 

AND HAPPY BIRTHDAY CHRISTINE! <3 

[amjcpvr]

I’m here for you to make me worry.

NCT Haechan

Swimmer!Haechan

Haechanxoc

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“Don’t tell anyone,” he made her promise. She was heartbroken at what he had just told her. What else did she expect though? This was the guy she’d known for the longest time and she should’ve known better than anyone else.

She sluggishly walked through the swimming pool. Something calming yet at the same time terrifying about it. Memories from Summer PE resurfaced and she grimaced. He walked out of the changing room and it was hard to ignore the slight discomfort as he carried his bag on his shoulder.

“You need to get it checked out,” she demanded as she took his bag from him and slipped it over her own shoulder. He ignored her comment and it made her pissed.

“Hyuck,” she ordered firmly and he only shook his head to show her he didn’t want to talk about it. She sighed and gave in. He wasn’t going to change his mind right now. She needed to pick a different approach.

They got to his house and stayed in the car. Although she thought he’d want to escape her questioning gaze, they just awkwardly sat there and stared straight ahead.

“Hyuck,” she whispered softly as she finally turned in his direction and he hesitantly met her gaze. He knew the conversation would be coming any time soon.

“Please,” she whispered out pleadingly and something in Hyuck’s heart broke. Seeing her like that, so powerless and hopeless. It was even worse that he was the one who caused that.

She grabbed the hand closest to her and held it in both of hers. She brought it up to her forehead and began to sniff. She was on the verge of tears and she didn’t even try to hide it.

“Stop crying,” He urged as he tried pulling his hand away from her reach. She held on tight, though.

“We need to get it checked out! What if it’s something horrible. If you need rest, please rest. Things could get worse,” She exhales shakily and scared of all the what ifs running through her head.

Meet me at the swimming pool so we can go home together.

Okayyy~

She walks to the pool excitedly after packing all her books up in the library. She had stayed after to study and Hyuck had stayed after to practice his swimming.

She walks into the area, not expecting to see him still in the pool, swimming laps. But what was more surprising was the bruise forming on his left shoulder. His whole shoulder seemed to be shades of purple and green. Her mouth drops and she quickly runs to the edge of the pool.

“Hyuck,” She calls out and he looks up from across the pool. His eyes widen and he quickly grabs a towel and exits the pool. He‘s struggling although he tries to hide it.

“I’ll be out in five,” He says and tries to run into the boys changing room but she catches up to him before he can.

“What happened?” She asks and she raises her hand about to touch it but then retracts it. She’s too scared to cause him any more pain.

“I was fake wrestling with Renjun, and he slammed me into the floor,” He replies, not meeting her eyes and her worried gaze transforms into an angry one.

“You need to get it checked out,” She orders and she is pissed. Why the hell is he here swimming when he’s clearly not in the position to do so? Who the hell does that? Why didn’t he tell her about it?

Then he pleads for her not to tell anyone about what she just saw as if it’s not a big deal.

“Okay, tomorrow,” He says and she shakes her head no.

“Right now,” She says and Hyuck bickers with her about the late hour, but she does not care. He needs to know what’s wrong as soon as he can, and right now is the soonest he can.

Hyuck finally caves in. She drives to the nearest clinic and they walk through the emergency room. She’s with him throughout the whole ordeal. Even when he’s getting the check up. It breaks her heart whenever she sees Hyuck flinch from the stretching they have him do.

“We’ll get the x-rays out in about half an hour, feel free to wait here. I’m sure it’s just swelling and inflammation,” the nice doctor says before exiting the room.

She sits beside Hyuck and places his hand in her own two. She leans on his uninjured shoulder and waits for him to say something.

“I was scared.” He begins to speak and Luna is all ears for him. “I didn’t want to stop practicing. There’s no time for that. We have to start off the season strong, and this isn’t the right way to do so. I didn’t want to worry. And I didn’t want anyone else to worry either. Especially you,” He finishes and leans his own head on hers.

“Hyuck, I’m here for you to make me worry. I’m sure I’ll make you worry some time too, please don’t ever keep things like this from me again,” I say and place a small kiss on his shoulder. He places a feather soft kiss on top of my head and we wait for the results.

“You have a small tear in your tendon. Shoulder tendonitis. It was made worse with whatever impacted your shoulder that hard, you’re gonna need a lot of rest, pain killers, and icing it is very important,” the doctor explains as he looks at Hyuck.

“I’m a swimmer, how long will it take for this injury to heal?” He asks with a slight tremble in his voice. She places a reassuring hand on his thigh and gives it a slight squeeze.

“These things take a while to heal. It could be two to four weeks. Just make sure you’re stretching and if you’re really eager to make it heal. Go to physical therapy, although that probably won’t be necessary. Yours isn’t too bad. I’d say you can get it out of your life in two weeks if you do everything I tell you to,” the doctor says as he looks at Hyuck seriously and with a hint of pity.

Hyuck sighs but she can’t tell if it’s from relief or from stress. She hopes it’s the former.

“It’s okay. I’ll help you stretch everyday and I’ll make sure you get your painkillers. If you want to do physical therapy, I'll accompany you,” she says as she leans down and forces Hyuck to meet her eyes. His head was down and staring at the floor, so she had to kneel on the floor.

Hyuck nods and she embraces him softly. Trying her best to not touch his injured shoulder. He’s breaking down in front of her.

“Don’t worry, this’ll be over in no time. It’s only one of the many obstacles you’re going to have to face,” she continues to soothe him and Hyuck begins to wet her shirt, but she doesn’t mind.

“Thank you, doctor,” she says and smiles at the doctor.

“Where can we pay?” She asks and the doctor smiles.

They end up arguing for a good ten minutes until they settle on a fifty fifty bill. She knew that Hyuck was pretty mad about that, but she wanted to pay for half, and she wasn’t giving in any time soon.

Hyuck is able to recover in two and a half weeks and the bruise is gone as if it were never there. Swimming practices had begun but he hadn’t missed anything too big. The best part about the whole ordeal was having her by his side.

[fallinallincurls]

#SMFicRecFriday: MyFirstFic

no surprise here, it’s another amazing idea from the lovely @kerwritesthings! i actually love talking about the writing process myself but i am always interested in the stories behind other authors so i’m excited about this!

the first fic i ever wrote for this boy is Hold Still. just a little over 2k words, it was my first taste of this style/side of writing and clearly i haven’t left since.

ironically now, i think the whole idea is extremely cheesy but that piece is almost two years old (that’s crazy) so for a first try, i give it some credit. of course, the whole fic is full of fluff and soft interactions which have seemed to become my norm in most of my more recently written fics but it truly all started here with the idea of shawn falling for someone he met at a photoshoot. really the most random idea that i decided to take on and write, but i’m so glad i did!

i’m tagging @bubbashawn @lights-on-mendes @wholesomemendes @curlsofshawn @watchmegetobsessed @2018shawn @theshawnmendesstorycollection @shawnmndes @ificanthaveu @mendesficsxbombay to share their own stories behind their first fics as well!

[laveyneverdies]

My dream last night

Before I get into my dream, I just wanted to say this first. This is my very first time posting something like this, let alone the first time ever writing something like this. I have never been confident to write and post my writing. Ever. This is my first. So please bear with me and excuse any grammar/spelling errors. I’m sorry if the writing is not interesting or words seem redundant, again, first time writer here. But I do thank you for reading it and maybe get some joy out of it. Now on to my dream...

Last night I had this dream where both Sam and Bucky wanted me! In my dream, I was in the club and I was wearing a white, flowing, fairy-like dress. Sam was sitting in a private lounge booth that had other people, who I didn’t recognize, sitting around him. I was pretty confident and flirty in my dream, which I’m not that much in real life, so I walked straight up to the booth and say done next to Sam. I can tell Sam was already liking me because he was staring at me with such interest and suggestive hints. Sam was whispering me to get out of the club so I just got up and walked away. As I walked away, the scene changed from a club to kind of like a store with aisles of random things like books, clothes, makeup, food, like a one stop shop place.

Well, Sam followed me and I was giving him a good chase going through the aisle with the both of laughing and giggling. Sam was asking me questions like what’s my favorite color. At some point in my dream, I was introduced to Bucky and he was like borderline dark!Bucky because he was smirking and looked like he wanted to devour me and I wanted him to. Somehow Bucky and I were alone, sitting in one of the back aisle. We weren’t doing anything sexually physically because we were sitting across from one another but our looks to each other says otherwise. Then a moment later, Sam comes out of nowhere, extends his hands to help me up, like the perfect gentleman he is, and gets all possessive of me and jealous of Bucky because he is with me. I think Sam knew Bucky was interested in me, so Sam went off on Bucky! Telling him to back off, that he saw me first and that I was his. Me, being a total confident and flirty little nymph in my dream, I stepped a little closer to Sam while he was arguing to Bucky because I wanted Sam to wrap his arms around me in a possessive manner to make Bucky jealous and that’s exactly what happened. I was smirking internally at this! But I think Bucky knew what I was doing because he seemed nonchalant about Sam yelling to him about me but that didn’t stop Bucky feeling jealous that Sam had his arms wrapped around me.

So while they were talking to one another about me, I walked away and did some shopping in this store (I was looking at some sexy panties thinking of which ones Sam would like and which ones Bucky would like) but all the while keeping my eyes on the two sexy boys. After a while, Sam approaches me and I quickly tell him to go wait in line with the things I wanted to purchase because the line was long and I told him I will be right there and that I needed to go to the bathroom and get a couple of more things. So Sam goes to wait in line, while I pretended to walk to the bathrooms but in reality, I went to find Bucky. I find him, I walked up to him, and whispered something in his ear. I don’t remember exactly what I whispered to him but I’m sure it was something really flirty, probably along the lines “I like you. I’ll be seeing you around.” After I whispered something to him, I kissed his cheek and I literally could feel his slight beard stubble on my lips! I backed away from him, smirking my lips at him, gave him a wink, and walked back to Sam.

This was my dream ladies and gentlemen.

[iamtrishski]

What Dreams May Come

This story is a one-shot fic that centers around my take on Prince Sigegar's first impression of Kanisa during the events of the Glacier's Forge arc by @ridersoftheapocalypse.

This is my FIRST-EVER attempt at writing any kind of fanfic, so I hope you enjoy it.

Warning: some of the events in this fic, including the explicit sexy times, are based on artwork by @s-kinnaly.

Characters in the story are the creation of the brilliant minds of @ridersoftheapocalypse, @mrneighbourlove, and @s-kinnaly.

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Ever since Sigegar laid eyes on Kanisa, the eldest son of Uskar’s High King Torbjorn and his queen, Brigritta, could not stop thinking of her. From the very first time she had set foot in the Grand Hall, time seemed to stop all surrounding motion as he gazed at the lovely sight walking past the throng of guests before stopping to greet the High King and Queen.

As he witnessed their exchange of greetings, Sigegar could not help being captivated by the Hyrule princess’s beauty as she introduced her brother and sister-in-law to his parents.

When she spoke, her smile shone radiantly with every word her lips formed and though he couldn’t hear her speak, he imagined her voice to be sweet and gentle.

Kanisa was absolutely gorgeous. The mauve-colored dress she was wearing was plain but accentuated her supple figure perfectly, kissing the curves of her body and boasting a neckline low enough to reveal the swell of her breasts. Her long and wavy red hair looked soft enough to run his fingers through, and the way her hips swayed with every movement made him weak in the knees.

Kanisa stood at six-foot-five and was taller than most Direnor females by Uskarian standards. She's perfect, Sigegar’s mind whispered to him. The females he had dated were nothing compared to the Hyrule princess, whose red hair and skin color stood out amongst the sea of dark hair and pale blue skin.

Although Kanisa’s skin was a dark olive-brown – a stark contrast to his own – Sigegar still found her breathtaking, especially as her golden eyes marvelled at the beauty of the Grand Hall.

His train of thought, however, was interrupted for a brief second the moment Vidar walked in, arms crossed and looking upset as he moved to stand beside Kanisa.

While Kanisa looked cheerful, Vidar had a rather distant aire about him, a frown plastered on his normally-neutral face. He wondered what had caused the Hersir to display such a pitiful expression. Then again, he didn’t care why. He wasn’t particularly fond of Vidar, considering him inferior and perhaps even weak because he was not of royal blood.

“There you are,” Ragnvald mused to himself as he strode toward his elder brother.

Sigegar appeared to be deep in thought. He had not heard his brother approach but was startled as soon as Ragnvald slapped his shoulder.

“Hey, what was that for?” Sigegar asked, rubbing the area his younger brother had touched then turning to see him smiling.

“Nothing, really. I happened to spot you from across the Hall looking all googly-eyed as soon as Princess Kanisa entered the room."

"I do not make 'googly-eyes'," Sigegar retorted.

"Says you," Ragnvald chortled with a wink.

Sigegar rolled his eyes and snorted, his gaze wandering back to the red-headed beauty.

Ragnvald paused before continuing. "You are aware that she’s married, right?”

“Obviously, if that ring on her finger means anything. But that doesn’t mean I can’t look," Sigegar snapped in defense as he crossed his arms in annoyance and observed Kanisa introducing her brother and his wife to Bjarke, Jarl Brynjolf, and Angorn.

The second-born son of the High King and Queen only laughed at his brother’s response. “Looks like someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning,” Ragnvald jested as he put his arm around his brother’s shoulders.

Sigegar glared at his brother. Ragnvald, still smiling, raised both hands in defeat as he chuckled. “Okay, okay, I’ll stop. But don’t stare for too long. You know how aggressive animals can get when it comes to protecting their mates.”

Sigegar shrugged his shoulders knowing very well what his brother meant.

"Who said she needed any protecting? I'm not doing her any harm by just looking."

And dreaming, his mind added.

As the evening progressed, Sigegar grew bored from just watching Kanisa. However, fortune smiled upon him as she excused herself to get a drink at the bar. He took it upon himself to converse with her and made a bee line to where she was with Ragnvald right behind him.

As soon as Vidar caught sight of Sigegar walking toward his wife, he bristled in anger. Vidar was not fond of Sigegar either, recalling the time Angorn nearly drowned because Sigegar made no motion to save him.

Ragnvald, keen on emotion, sensed Vidar's rage as his brother attempted to speak to Kanisa. She turned her head in time to see the rather tall Direnor greet her.

"Hello, Princess Kanisa. It's been a while. How have you been?"

Before she could respond, Sigegar took her hand and kissed it. "It's a pleasure.. to meet you," he purred as he rubbed his thumb over her knuckles before releasing her hand.

With a blush on her cheeks, Kanisa bowed to the two princes. "It's good to meet you as well, Sigegar. Yes, it has been a while, Ragnvald. Kerugan keeps me busy. Being the mother of a fussy infant can be demanding, but I wouldn't trade it for anything."

A smile formed across Kanisa's face as she thought of her baby boy, who was currently at home in the care of Vidar's parents.

Noticing the kiss that Sigegar placed on his sister's hand, Covarog whispered something to his wife then walked over to join the trio.

A loud "ahem" snapped her out of her reverie as she turned to see Covarog standing next to her with one eyebrow raised.

"Oh! Forgive me. This is my elder brother, Covarog, King of Hyrule."

Covarog bowed then eyed both men up and down and expected them to cower, but the three of them were all practically the same height, save for Sigegar, who was three inches shorter.

King or not, Sigegar was the least bit intimidated by the Gerudo male standing in front of him.

Ragnvald extended his hand, and Covarog did the same, as both men exchanged pleasantries. Not wanting to appear rude, Sigegar took Covarog's hand and gripped it in a firm handshake.

Once he felt that neither man was a threat to his sister, Covarog walked back to Zarazu and resumed his mingling.

Kanisa breathed a sigh of relief after her brother left.

"My brother is very protective of me," she apologized as she looked at the brothers. "Moreso now that I no longer live in Hyrule."

"But you have your husband to protect you and your son," Ragnvald stated matter-of-factly.

Kanisa gave him a weak smile. "I suppose you are correct." Uncertainty filled her mind as she reflected on the argument she and Vidar had earlier that day.

Kanisa paused briefly before uttering another apology. "I'm sorry, but I have to get going. Kerugan has difficulty falling asleep when I'm not there."

With that, she bowed and bid the two brothers farewell.

As Sigegar watched her retreating form, he felt a twinge of disappointment.

As the night ended, Sigegar walked back to his home. Opening the door, he took off his furs and set them on an ottoman under the living room window. He took off his boots next, placed them by the foot of the stairs, and proceeded to walk up to his room. Once he entered, he divested himself of his clothes and stared at his reflection in the mirror, marveling at the various battle scars that adorned his arms and chest. With a smirk, he turned and strode toward his bed not bothering to put on any undergarments.

As he lay himself down, Sigegar couldn't help but reflect on the night's events, which he spent mostly watching Kanisa from afar. He recalled Ragnvald mentioning Vidar's name, followed by the slight uncertainty in her response. Then he remembered the expression on Vidar's face as he entered the Grand Hall and stood next to Kanisa.

"You are aware that she's married, right?"

His conscience reprimanded him, echoing the words his brother asked earlier.

He shot back.

"But that doesn't mean I can't look."

Satisfied with his mental response, Sigegar drifted off to sleep. Moments later, the prince tossed and turned, his head moving from side to side.

Though he did not wake, it appeared as if he was dreaming. Beads of sweat began forming on his forehead as the prince's body responded unconsciously to the events in the dream.

Kanisa was naked, a fur blanket obscuring her partially-covered bottom half but revealing her round and pert breasts. They were the perfect size, pliant yet large enough to fit in his hands. Her nipples and areolas were a bit darker than the rest of her skin but were just as enticing.

Standing in front of her, Sigegar made motion to remove his clothing slowly. As he worked on pulling his top off, Kanisa was mesmerized at the sight of his abdominal muscles contracting with every move of his body.

Following the bottom of his shirt, her glance moved up to his pecs, which flexed as his arms removed the last vestiges of his top.

Her cheeks reddened just like they did when she accidentally happened upon her eldest brother in the bath. Fortunately for him, she could only see his top half.

Noticing her flushed cheeks, Sigegar did the same with his trousers. Kanisa stared at him while he tantalizingly unbuttoned them, her eyes following the happy trail leading toward his nether region.

Once his trousers slid down his muscular legs, her eyes went wide, revelling at the sight of his now-hardened manhood.

Sigegar stepped out of his trousers and made his way to Kanisa, grabbing her face tenderly as he gave her lips a heated kiss.

The fur blanket dropped to the floor as they kissed each other with wanton desire, tongues dueling for dominance.

Amidst their steamy liplock, Kanisa grasped his hardened member and began to stroke it.

"Aaahh.. hmmm," Sigegar moaned in his sleep.

"Nngh.. Kanisa," he sighed.

Licking his lips, Sigegar thrashed his head to one side as the dream continued.

Feeling the heat course through his veins, Sigegar kissed Kanisa with more ferver, lifting her and carrying her bridal-style to his bed.

As he gently laid her on the bed, Sigegar began kissing her neck and making his way down her body while his hands fondled her breasts and teased the nipples into hardened peaks. He kissed the valley of her breasts before licking the nipple of one with the tip of his tongue then suckling it. Turning his attention to the other breast, he repeated the same action.

Kanisa moaned as he rained butterfly kisses down her taut body until he reached her womanhood, spreading her legs wide for what was about to happen.

Kneeling between her thighs, Sigegar wasted no time and laved her clit until he felt her legs shake. Using the tip of his tongue once more, he teased her swollen nub by drawing circles around it, repeating the motion several times until her hips began to buck.

With one last lick, Sigegar darted his tongue into her womanhood and wiggled it. When his tongue wasn't inside her, he kept the momentum going by alternating between sucking and licking her clit, feeling his bearded chin drenched in her juices with each strafe of his tongue. He then inserted his middle and ring fingers and crooked them both upward, applying pressure to her G-spot as he moved his hand in and out with a quick and steady motion.

Kanisa moaned loudly, her mouth forming an 'O' as she palmed and squeezed her breasts.

Hearing her moans made Sigegar hard with lust. He stopped what he was doing for a quick moment, stood up, and exchanged places with Kanisa. As he lay on the bed, he motioned for them to assume a sixty-nine position.

Grasping her ass cheeks, he resumed licking her pussy while teasing and sucking her clit. Catching on quickly, Kanisa grabbed his shaft and began to stroke it. Once she put her mouth on his tip and started sucking, Sigegar hissed and inhaled sharply. He tried to continue his ministrations, but her talented mouth assaulted his member sinfully, licking up and down the shaft with the flat of her tongue before laving the sensitive ridges of the engorged mushroom-shaped head.

Kanisa was so focused on what she was doing that Sigegar almost forgot to breathe, grabbing the sheets with his hands and bunching them in his fists. With his heart pounding, he squeezed his eyes shut and cursed under his breath, feeling like he was about to explode.

Before he could do so, he moved out from under Kanisa quickly and knelt behind her. Using one hand, he guided his still-hardened member to her glory hole and rammed himself into her sopping wet entrance. She was very tight and felt amazing as her vaginal walls contracted with every hard thrust.

Sigegar could feel and hear his heavy sac slapping against her womanhood as he concentrated on bringing them both pleasure.

Turning Kanisa on her back, Sigegar re-entered her delicious pussy and continued to thrust into her. As he did, he stared down at the woman currently in the throes of pleasure, her hair fanned around her flushed face.

"Aaah.. ohhh.. hmmm," Kanisa moaned as she raised her hips to meet his thrusts. Grasping her hips tightly, Sigegar pounded into her pussy, slamming into her heavenly sheath repeatedly with brute force.

"Aaahh.." Sigegar groaned. Still asleep, his mind continued to fan his lust with images of Kanisa writhing beneath him.

Gods, she was so damn beautiful.

He was so close to cumming that he sped up his movements until his hips jerked. With one last look at her and a final thrust, he let out a long and loud groan..

Panting heavily, Sigegar snapped open his eyes. He looked around the empty room to find no trace of Kanisa. Frustrated, he rubbed his face with both hands and realized it was all a dream. However, a rather large problem made itself known as it protested against the confines of the fur blanket. Looking down, Sigegar let out a heavy sigh.

"Great, now I have to take care of this," he muttered under his breath.

Sliding the blanket down, he exposed his manhood and ran his hand over his balls then moved his fingers upward to feel the veins covering his shaft.

Once he reached the swollen head, his finger rubbed over the slit, feeling a bead of slippery liquid escape. He closed his eyes then grasped his shaft and started jerking himself slowly.

As images of Kanisa flooded his mind once more, he sped up his movements and concentrated on her face, her eyes boring into his in a lustful daze.

Sigegar began panting as he envisioned himself kissing the nape of her neck, one hand fondling a breast and the other in between her legs. He imagined her moaning relentlessly as she moved her arm backward to grab at his hair.

He could feel the impending explosion as his toes tingled, working its way upward to the base of his spine.

As it neared, Sigegar furiously pumped his manhood, seeking release. The moment he felt it, he heaved his chest upward as warm, white ejaculate sprayed all over his abdomen.

"Nnnghh.. aaarghh!" Sigegar almost yelled. Slowing down his pumps, two more spurts of ejaculate landed on his chest.

Panting very heavily, heart stammering in his chest, Sigegar was drained. He could barely move a muscle, let alone lift a finger.

Looking up at the ceiling, he whispered, "Shit.." into the night air.

He summoned whatever energy he had left to grab a towel and wipe himself clean before falling into a restful slumber.

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I love every piece of you ( Taehyung One-shot )

The year is 5037, and the earth undergoing technological advancements at a rapid speed. Human robots are being built as war machines, but throughout time, they have been allowed to roam the mundane world. Of course the robots have human hearts, but can they still beat behind all of those circuits? Cyborg!Taehyung, Fem!Mechanic! Reader.

Warnings: Fluff, Angst, Smut, the feels

I stare up at the pipes of the motorcycle, having no hope for the thing after its been in the shop six times in the past month. As much as I loved him, Jung Hoseok didn’t  know how to take care of a bike for shit. As I slide myself out from under the bike, I sit up and look outside, seeing the rain start to pour through the open doors of the shop. I take a moment to watch as the dry cement slowly turns from tan to light grey, the rain staining it temporarily. “Y/N, we close in 20 minutes and you’re still working on that bike? Hobi is really lucky to have a friend like you who will work off of the clock to make him happy.” I stand up and turn towards my fellow co-worker, Jungkook, and flash him a small smile. “At least I’m productive while at work Kookie, all you do is play air guitar with the brooms in the back closet instead of finishing the Harley thats been sitting here for two weeks.” Jungkook acts shocked, pressing his hand to his heart as if i hurt his ego. “Y/N, how dare you insult my Justin Bieber performances, Namjoon told me last week that I was getting better at the broom than I ever have been with the mop. Im going home to practice, and next time, I’m not inviting you backstage.” With that, he grabs his coat and tosses me his keys, walking to the door. “Lock up will you? It’s the least you can do since you took a stab at my ego. Be safe on the way home Y/N, there is an extra umbrella on my stage- i mean, in the closet.” He waves goodbye before quickly running out the door, shielding himself from the heavy drops. I roll my eyes before grabbing my jacket as well, pulling it on before tidying up my station. Once I’ve put all of my tools away and swept the floors, I head for the doors, closing them tightly before locking them. I turn around and take a step forward, my eyes locking on a figure huddled up in the parking lot, next to my car, as large raindrops start to hit my face. I hesitate for a moment before calling out, hoping to god that it wasn't a homeless man about to chase me for money. “Are you alright?” I half yelled, waiting for a moment to see if the man would answer before getting closer. As I looked him over, his body was jolting, or shaking, if you prefer. Light blue sparks ran up his arms, and down his back, the water from the sky clearly shorting his circuits. I hesitate, reaching my hand out slowly to try and get a glimpse of his face, or at least to help the poor guy out. “Sir..?” Suddenly, as hand connects with my throat, the metal weaved into his fingers sliding against my skin easily as my body is pushed back into my car door. I struggle in a panic, my hands going to his arm as the sparks still run through him, giving some light to illuminate parts of his face. His grip loosens enough for me to breathe, but he still keeps his hold on me. “W-where am I..?” His features are cold and serious as he asks, but there is still a hint of question in his voice, his eyes unwavering at he stares at me. “Your’e standing in front of my shop in the pouring rain, short circuiting and holding me against my will. I suggest you let me go before I kick you in the balls and call the police..” I knew that this man was a cyborg, and there was no way that my strength would ever match his, so I decided to keep calm in hopes that he would kindly let me go. He stares at my face a moment longer before finally releasing his grip, his hand twitching a bit as another spark flies up his arm, his eyes flashing in pain as the water continues to seep into his metal plates. I let out a small sigh and rub my neck, attempting to soothe the small red marks that his hand left before reaching for the keys to the shop, his eyes following my every move, as to make sure that I wasn’t going to try anything. “I will help you, as long as you don’t try and strangle me again. I have to open in the morning and I can’t die before fixing my friend’s bike or he would kill me himself for a second time.” I walk back to the doors and unlock them, stepping inside as he cautiously follows me inside, both of our clothes dripping onto thee floor as I slide the doors closed once again, the building finally shielding us from the rain. I ring out my jacket before deciding to take it off, my damp shirt being the better choice than my soaked zip up. He stands there unsure of what to do as he follows my movements, slowly following my lead as he begins to ring out his shirt as well. I walk to the tool bench, pulling out two chairs from below it as I sit down and organize which tools I will need, scrap metals, and a couple of rags. I motion for him to sit down, and he does so after he finally realizes that I mean no harm to him. “Mind if I take apart your arm and spine plates and dry them? They were the only ones that I saw were sparking.” He nods, slowly taking his shirt off to expose each piece of metal that was carefully crafted into his skin, acting as an armor. The light grey metal was shiny, somehow mixing well with his pale complexion, and it sunk in perfectly, almost like a weaved basket made carefully by an old woman with nothing better to do. Although he looked slim, there were faint lines that defined his chest and shoulders, showing how toned he actually was. I clear my throat and feel my cheeks heat up slightly as I reach to the side and grab a clean rag, dabbing each metal plate to dry it off a bit before I get to work. As I meet his eyes, a small smile forms on his lips as he notices my blush. I quickly look away and continue my work, focusing on that to make sure that I don’t screw up. “How do you know how to fix someone like me?” His words startle me a bit out of my groove, my eyes looking up to meet his as i finish drying the inside of the last plate. “Ah.. my father was a Cyborg. He didn’t start as one of course, but after I was born he joined the army and underwent surgery to become one. When he wasn’t on active duty, he would come home to see me and my mother, and throughout the years I just learned from him I guess.” He nodded to acknowledge the fact that we was listening as I placed the last plate back into place, making sure that each one fit back perfectly like a puzzle, not wanting any of the wires to not match its partner. I nod at my work and rub my hands on my thighs, removing the water that came from the metal. I listen as the rain still pounds against the tin roof of the shop, clearly not stopping any time soon. “It looks like we are stuck here until the rain stops. Lucky for us, there is a cot in my coworker’s station. We can hang out there until it is dry outside.” I stand up and he follows, letting me lead the way to Jungkook’s station, a cot and some blankets neatly set up for whenever he decides to nap on the clock. I pick up a blanket and hand it to him, seating myself on the cot after i notice that my clothes are mostly dry now, and pull the second blanket over my lap. He watches me get settled before sitting next to me, keeping the blanket folded nicely as he keeps it on his legs. “I’m Taehyung by the way.. I am sorry for scaring you before hand, I was just not able to think clearly with all of that water inside of me.” He keeps looking forward, his eyes wondering around the shop as I turn to him, admiring his facial features a bit before flashing a small smile, glad to hear him speak to show me that I did a pretty damn good job at lining up the wires correctly. “The name is Y/N, and don’t mention it, I understand. I would’ve freaked out too if I was in your position.” He looks at me after a moment and gives a genuine smile, pleased to know that I didn't take his actions to heart. “Y/N... I like it. Its a beautiful name for a skilled woman. Thank you for helping me out..” His eyes meet mine again, the deep brown stare baring into mine as my breath catches, my stomach twisting a bit as butterflies run through it. Something about the way his deep voice travels through my ears, and how his eyes shimmer in the lighting from the oil lanterns attached to the ceiling makes my body temperature rise, something I’m sure that he notices since all of his senses are advanced. His smile fades and he leans forward slowly, his lips inches from mine as his warm breath hits my skin, making me shiver under his gaze. A small smirk takes place on his lips before he seals the kiss, his mouth moving against mine slowly as his hands come up to rub my arms that were chilled from being out in the rain beforehand. I let out a soft wince as he bites my lip, his hands moving to grab my hips and placing me on his lap to face him with ease. He continues to kiss me, the slow, romantic pace turning more eager and hungry every second. He breaks the kiss and runs his fingers tips against my sides, pulling my shirt off as he teases me with such a simple action. “I was thinking of a way to thank you properly love, but I couldn’t hold my composure much longer. You’re so beautiful..” His hands find the clasp of my bra and undo it as his eyes admire every inch of the exposed skin. At this point I can’t help myself either as my hips roll against his clothed member, feeling just how hard he is under me. His head leans back slightly, taking the feeling of my core against his before snapping, flipping us both over so that he hovers over me. His lips catch mine again, passionately dancing against my own as his hand travels down my navel and to my pants, undoing them with ease before slipping his hand into my panties. His fingers run against my pussy, the cold metal weaved into his skin gliding against my clit perfectly as the coldness from it soothes the aching excitement. A small moan slips past my lips as he breaks the kiss to watch me, smiling down as if witnessing my pleasure is the best thing he has ever seen. “Do you like that baby? Does feeling the metal against your hot pussy make you want even more?” His fingers suddenly stop the teasing on my clit and dip into my heat, giving me no time to process it as he thrusts them into me at lightning speed. I let out a cry as he keeps up the pace, the tips of his fingers reaching deep as he rubs against my walls, wetness dripping down my thighs as he adds a third finger. He edges me right up to my orgasm, but pulls out his fingers right before I get there. I look up at him in disbelief as he smirks, standing up and removing his pants before pumping his cock in his hand a couple of times. “I still need some fixing babygirl. Help me, and I’ll make sure that you get to cum.” I get up eagerly, taking off my pants as well before getting on my knees in front of him. I lick my lips before taking the tip of his cock into my mouth, sucking gently before looking up at him. His head falls back in bliss as I swirl my tongue around the tip, getting deeper with each movement before he is touching the back of my throat. As I bob my head, his hips meet my movements as they thrust up, making me choke a bit as he grabs a fist full of my hair in his hands. After holding my head down for a couple of seconds, he lets my head up and I take a gasping breath, meeting his eyes as he sends me a smirk. “Lay down love, it’s my turn to help you.” I lay down at his words, obeying him since the ache between my thighs is getting to hard to handle. He hovers above me once again and lines himself up at my entrance, leaning down to give me a soft kiss before sliding himself inside, his cock stretching my pussy out perfectly, like it was made just to be there. He gives me a moment to adjust before abruptly thrusting into me, showing no mercy as he leans down and runs his lips across my neck, leaving marks along it in the process. Moans come from both of our mouths as our bodies press together, getting as much pleasure from one another as we can. I let my fingers find his back, my nails digging into his skin as his hips snap into mine over and over, his body not tiring out at all like a normal human’s would. “Come on baby, cum on my cock. I want to feel you release on me, shaking from the way I make you feel. Can you do that for me?” He encourages me, but keeps up his movements before reaching down and circling my clit with his fingers. Pleasure shoots through me once again, my walls tightening around him as another loud moan escapes my lips, echoing off of the walls, my release hitting me hard as he keeps pounding into me, releasing soon after as he feels the warm liquids around his cock. He sighs in content before laying beside me, not bothering to pull out yet as he wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me closer, his head resting against mine. I smile lazily and happily cuddle him back, pulling the blanket over us as we let our bodies rest against the cot. “That was amazing Taehyung.. thank you.” He kisses my forehead before nuzzling his nose against yours. “You fixed me, and I was happy to return the favor.. not everyone helps out someone with more pieces that they can handle.” I let a sleepy smile cover my face before kissing him softly. “Taehyung, I love every piece of you..” He looks surprised for a moment, those words leaving the lips of such a beautiful woman. “Y/N..-” a quiet snore sounds and he looks down at you before chuckling, pulling you closer as he kisses your head. “I love you too Y/N..”  

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Chasseurs et Loups

so like 6 people actually want me to write this fic and im?? blown?? away?? I wasn’t expecting that so thank you all so much!! The fic will be up sometime during the weekend. but for now enjoy this little prologue. it’s short and a tiny and a bit gory in the middle so if that triggers you please don’t continue the story cause i’m planning on a massive bloody war later on. 

The wind howled as the predator jumped silently through the few leaves on the barren pine trees. Leaping into the dark starlit night, beautifully sculpted snowflakes fell as the creatures small lithe body hunted for blood, finding the next innocent prey to slaughter. The eyes of the shadowed creature searched the forest floor. It spotted a limping figure about ten metres away. It’s eyes sparkled with a deep pool of fury and bloodlust. 

Using the lower tree branches as cover to run, the predator attacked her prey. Slicing it’s throat with one swipe and letting the blood drain from the now limp corpse. 

The murderer smirked down at the lifeless body. It loved when they have a terrified look of surprise on their victim’s face. It pulled back it’s black hood to reveal a middle-aged woman with long black hair and eyes as silver as her blood smeared dagger. 

The woman sheathed her blade and stepped over the werewolf as if he was a log. She spat on him and cursed under her breath, realising how late it was, she would have to hurry back to camp. They had to prepare for the full moon that was in a couple of days. 

If it was anything like the last full moon they would have to protect everything and everyone. This was a fight for survival. And her kind was going to win. 

Comment what you liked, comment what you hated or send a message if you have anything to ask or are confused about! <3

[jxt4ever-queenofthesouth]

A concept for 3x05

A fanfic - Midnight Chat

This is a little fic of how I think Teresa and James scene will go / takes place after Devon attacks Teresa’s Winery based on what I’ve seen from the promo

The song that played in my head while writing this is Heart of Stone by IKO

‘Midnight Chat’

***

Teresa opens the door to her room places her gun on her night stand and flops on bed barely able to keep her eyes open. She pinches her nose and takes in a deep breath. Pote out for the night said he needed a drink. Teresa agreeing and saying James would be at the house and everything would be fine.

Memories flash behind her eyes and the people she’s lost.

Her thought begin to take over... on who’s she’s lost-

Guero

Brenda

Herself in some degree.

She then pictures the man she shot in the hotel back when they were stealing from some men from Florida. The maid she tied up and promised she wouldn’t be hurt, but then like most of her own situations she tried to control she doesn’t and her life was torn apart much like her own...

Too consumed by her thoughts she sits up in hope to shake the memories of who she was to who she’s now become.

She was no. Is stronger for it.

Teresa then hears the light tap of footsteps on the hardwood floor. She reaches for her gun off of her night stand only to see James at her door leaning on the frame, wearing his blue hoodie similar to the one in Malta.

God she was so worked up tonight.

***cue Heart of Stone by IKO****

“Hey” she says. Almost unable to smile, but it seems lately he’s always been able to give her one.

“You alright?” He replies.

Seems to be his catch phrase, not that she minded. Enjoyed it even.

Teresa pauses before she answers meeting his eyes noticing he’s not wearing his sunglasses, also making a mental note he hasn’t been wearing them as much lately. “yeah I think so”.

She can tell he knows she’s lying. James has a smirk on his face. Almost like he knows she’s tying to be tough just for him.

“Today was a pretty intense night, almost lost the winery...” he continues but trails off at the end. Almost like he going to say “almost lost me”.

Teresa takes a deep sigh in again. This time through her nose trying to keep herself from breaking again.

James walks over the the bed and sits next to her. Their knees inches from touching. He then looks her in the eye.

His gaze so strong she could feel her cheeks beginning to heat, luckily the lighting was dim.

“Teresa..” james says softly, she closes her eyes, unable to look at him. Trying to keep together the hard exterior she’s created of herself.

She can feel James hand on her should offering some comfort. He doesn’t seem as distant as he did back at the shrine in Dallas, his hands felt unsure then. Now there firm yet offering a warm comfort and sure.

James looks at her then. “Why did you offer your life for mine, when all I’ve done these past months is hurt you?”

She could see in his eyes hurting her, was also hurting him.

The question took her off guard but brought many memories and emotions to the surface.

She needs to get this off her chest, she’s kept all her feelings bottled up to long...

She opens her eyes and looks at James her exterior building again as she takes another breath in composing herself.

“Back in Culiacán, before I even met Guero-” Teresa could feel James tense up at the mention of his name but she continues.

“I’ve always just had to take care of myself. But as I came into Guero’s world I then realized it’s not just me anymore but another person to worry for to wonder if they are going to come home or not-“ she catching herself feeling tears well up.

“Even after when he was gone, I had Brenda and Tony to take care of, now it feels like I have even more people on shoulders then I did before, and I except it welcome it even...”

James hand moves to her lower back, and seeing his eyes show empathy.

“-and that scared you?” James asks softly, trying to sound to much like commander asking questions.

Teresa shakes her head and continues “the people you surround yourself around build strength not just in yourself but in those that are also surrounding you”

Teresa shifts herself so she’s sitting cross legged in front of him, he also shifts to face her.

She pulls hair behind her ear and says “so to answer your question, why did I offer my life for yours.... you make me stronger James”.

Teresa can’t tell how James is feeling due to the only lighting being her lamp.

His gaze holds her in place once more, shifting back and forth between her eyes and her mouth, he leans in.

She sits in place, their mouths inches apart. His hands then move up towards her cheek, creating a space where their mouths are inches closer but still apart enough that their breath now shsred between them.

James then leans in further, giving her a light kiss. Teresa’s hands then move up to his face and they both deepen the kiss.

She opens her mouth feeling his tongue caressing her own.

They move to the middle of the bed and she pushed him down and straddles him, James lifts himself up and pulls her closer. Her hand moving up to his hair. A slight moan escapes his lips.

Teresa so lost in the lust doesn’t hear him say “Teresa -I- are you sure?”

She looks into his eyes smiles nodding at the same time.

“Yes” Teresa begins to take off her tank and then takes off James’ hoodie.

He kisses her mouth and begins to slowly move down her cheek and jaw and then to her neck...

A door downstairs opens and closes.

“Eh baby Chapo , principaysa, where you at baby girl! king George has finally arrived”

She can hear James mumble under his breath “shit”

The spell broken instantly, she climbs off of James and pulls on her tank, and wraps a cardigan around herself. James putting his sweater back on. She can still feel his mouth on her neck moving lower.

Why did Geroge have to show up now of all times. As Teresa makes her way down the hallway

“What the shit Bilal we are guests, put that down!”

“Jesus- ah shit I can’t stay mad at ya but I try my darndest but you guys will always be my wild monkeys ahaha!”

Teresa making her way down the stairs James not far behind her, still feeling the heat in her cheeks from moments before.

“Why princepaysa you’re all flushed” George says with a smirk on his face.

Seeing James, I think made George connect the dots.

“Ohhh baby Chapo and principaysa, Bilal see I called it didn’t I”

“Yes my king”

Teresa and James share a look that says the moment between wasn’t just that.

A look that lights her entire body from head to toe on fire says we will finish this later. And Teresa gave him the same look back.

[coolepowersthings]

Practical Magic

Pairing: Sirius Black x Reader

Note: So, this is my first attempt at writing fanfiction, and it’s just a little imagine. Feedback always welcome. As with most things, I have no idea what I’m doing lol.

Sirius Black gave an annoyed sigh and pushed his hair out of his face. It was rare to see Black in the library, and even more surprising to see him actually studying. You had noticed him sit down at the table next to yours almost immediately, and since his entrance into your peripheral vision he had become quite the distraction, with all his hair flopping and exasperated noises. You couldn’t tell exactly what he was reading, but clearly whatever it was had him frustrated.

“Those words too big for you, Black?” you asked. “I think they keep some early readers behind Madam Pomfrey’s desk. I’m sure you could ask her for them.”

Sirius just glared at you.

“Oh, sod off Y/N,” he said. “You know I can read. If I couldn’t, I wouldn’t be running circles around you in defense.”

You rolled your eyes. You and Sirius had bantered like this for years. You appreciated that he could be witty, and you were pretty sure he liked that you gave his sass right back to him.

“Defense is more practical magic than anything else,” you said. “I wouldn’t be surprised if Potter teaches you without you having to read a bloody word. I already know that Peter writes all of your essays.”

“Wormtail is a fine bloke,” Sirius mumbled, looking back down at his book. “And, I would note, you didn’t argue about me getting higher marks in defense. Glad to see you at least have a bone of humility in your body.”

You scoffed and shook your head.

“Always delusions of grandeur.”

Sirius smirked then and looked up at you. “Always,” he said.

“Shhhh!” said Madam Pomfrey, shooting you both a look from her place behind the desk. You pretended to look abashed and mouthed a silent “sorry” in her direction. Then, you swooped up your book and your bag, and quickly redeposited them on the table where Sirius sat.

“I’m sorry, can I help you?” he said, watching as you sat down across from him.

“Well, let’s see it then.”

“Gosh Y/N, I never took you to be so forward. And in a public place! What will Madam Pomfrey think?” Sirius clutched at his heart with mock horror.

“Piss off, I mean that book that has you all annoyed. What is giving Sirius Black, wizard extraordinaire, such a hard time?”

Sirius wagged his eyebrows. “You know, I could give you a hard time.”

“Gah, I’m starting to remember why I avoid you at all costs. Hand it over, Sirius. If you’re going to huff and puff so obviously in the library, and distract a girl from her own studying, you have to be ready to face the consequences.”

Sirius frowned and then pushed the open text over to you. You weren’t sure what you were expecting. While you liked to tease him, you knew that Sirius’s grades were actually really excellent. You weren’t sure how, since he spent most of his time goofing off, but you supposed coming from the ancient and most noble house of Black must have its advantages, one of them being an inherent knack for magic. Having come from a purely muggle household yourself, you couldn’t imagine what it must be like to grow up knowing everything about the world that you hadn’t even known existed until age 11. Still, you were surprised when the book was under your nose and what you came face-to-face with wasn’t some high-level transfiguration work or even an especially tricky potions theory, but instead a picture of a ruffled looking plant.

“Herbology, Sirius? Really?” you asked.

His frown deepened.

“No, sorry, I didn’t mean it like that. I just meant, I don’t think I even knew you were taking herbology. I don’t remember even seeing you in class…”

Sirius shot you a look that made you stop midsentence.

“Because you haven’t been coming to class. Seriously? What were you thinking? I mean, we’re halfway through term and I haven’t seen you in class at all!”

“I was there the first day,” he said, sounding bored. “But come on! Herbology is supposed to be a cake class! I didn’t think I was really missing much.”

“Some people take herbology because it’s actually useful, you know,” you said. “Do you know that there are plants that can help skin regrow? Plants that can clear up rashes, and be used to counteract enchantments?”

“Yes, yes, future healer, plants are important for you. So far, though, I still don’t see what makes them so interesting.”

You thought for a minute.

“There’s a plant that lets you breath underwater.”

Sirius perked up.

“Really?” he said. “No wonder Pomona is threatening to fail me. Even the cool ones I don’t know.”

“Professor Sprout is going to fail you? I didn’t think she’d ever failed anyone.”

“Well I’m not reading this book for the fun of it, now am I? Wanted to fail me immediately, to be honest, but Prongs convinced her to give me another chance so long as I know the material.” Sirius smiled sardonically and gestured to the book in front of you. “I have to pass a test on everything that’s been covered so far this year. So, if you don’t mind, I have…”

“Let me help you,” you blurted out, not entirely sure where it had come from. You could feel your face heating, and you snapped your head down to stare at the book, hoping Sirius hadn’t noticed. Taking a deep breath, and plastering a smirk on your face, you looked back up. “Come on Black. You’re a smart wizard, but you’re no herbologist. There’s no way you’re going to learn half a terms worth of material by yourself, especially not in…how long do you have?”

“A week.”

“Pfft, especially in a week. You may ‘run circles’ round me in defense, but you know I have the highest marks in our year in herbology.”

Sirius eyed you wearily.

“Why would you want to help me?” he said.

“Well, for starters, I can’t let you be the first student Professor Sprouts ever failed. Honestly, I think you’d end up taking pride in it and be even more of an ass.”

Sirius smirked. “I suppose I would find some way to see the bright side of the situation, yeah.”

“And maybe, once you pass, you could help me with some of the DADA work from the term? I’m having a hard time with the last counter curse we learned and I’m worried I can’t get the stance right.”

Sirius looked a bit taken aback, clearly shocked that you’d be willing to ask him for help on anything. But slowly he started nodding.

“Yeah, ok,” he said. “We’ll help each other. Sounds fair. Thanks Y/N. Tomorrow night?”

You smiled and nodded.

“But for the record, I can still run circles around you. Sexy circles. Naked circles,” Sirius said, wagging his eyebrows

“Ugh,” you cried, putting your face down on the book to hide your reddened cheeks again. “Why do I even bother?”

***

You had agreed to meet Sirius in the common room, but with midterm exams on the horizon it was already full when you arrived. A group of fourth years were sitting in front of the fire quizzing each other on potions ingredients. A couple of first years were standing by the windows, trying to get what you hoped was a chocolate frog to levitate.

“The library is probably full by now too,” you said.

“Don’t worry, I know where we can go,” said Sirius, taking your arm and pulling you through the portrait hole.

***

“Sirius, we could get in so much trouble,” you whispered, slipping behind him into the classroom and shutting the door.

“Nah, Minnie won’t care,” he said, setting his bag down on a nearby table in the empty transfiguration classroom. “And if she does show up, I’ll just explain you’re helping me not fail a class. Believe it or not, Y/N, she does like me some, you know. Tutoring might be one activity she actually approves of.”

“You’re so full of yourself,” you scoffed.

Sirius smiled. “Some would call it charming.”

“Some would call it buffoonery. Come on, let’s get started.”

You spent the next four evenings with Sirius in the transfiguration classroom, reviewing your notes and quizzing him on plants. To your surprise, he picked it up fairly quickly. And spending time with him was not as terrible as you liked to make him think it was.

“I hate to admit it, but I’m impressed, Black,” you said, setting down your book. “I honestly didn’t think you had it in you, but I think you’re actually going to pass this test.”

Sirius beamed and stuck his quill behind his ear. “Like I said, I am a genius. You really should just take me for my word at this point, Y/N.”

“Yeah, yeah, ok genius, let’s go over the list once more.”

You went to lift the book back up, but his large hand was suddenly covering yours. “Nope,” he said. “I’ve had enough herbology. Probably enough to last me the rest of my life. If we look at these notes for one more second, I think plants might start to grow out of my ears,” he tugged on his left lobe as if to demonstrate. “I may have devilishly good looks, but I don’t think even I could keep it up with mandrakes sprouting out of my head.”

“So what would you suggest?” you asked, terribly aware that his hand was still on top of your own. You hated to admit it to yourself, but Sirius wasn’t lying when he said he was handsome. Most girls in the school went mad for him, his gorgeous smile and his intense, grey eyes. You swore that his long dark hair looked like it would be softer than even yours, and a part of you really wanted to take it out of the bun he had messily put it in on top of his head so you could run your fingers through it. You even found his cocky, annoying attitude secretly appealing, although you’d never tell him that.

“Well, you need help with your counter curse stance, yeah? And we have this whole, big classroom to practice in.” He wrapped his fingers around yours and pulled you up out of your seat.

“So, let’s see what you’ve got. Wand out, come on.”

“Alright, alright,” you said, grabbing your wand and taking a steadying breath. You shook out your arms and tilted your neck to either side.

“I’m sorry, do you need to limber up a bit before you stop the next death eater that comes your way?”

“Oh quiet you, I just need a second to prep.”

“I haven’t got all night, y/l/n.”

“Okay, I’m ready,” you said. You tried to remember the picture from the book, moving your right foot a smidge back, raising your wand arm just so.

“Stop, stop,” he said. “Merlin, y/n, it’s a defensive spell, not a ballet!”

“Well, I’m trying to get it right! You heard Professor Medley, you have to get the stance just right or it won’t work.”

Sirius walked towards you, and you were ready for him to yell again, but instead he circled you, placing his hands on your waist.

“You have to feel a spell like this in your body,” he said, a bit quieter than he’d been before. “This kind of magic isn’t about memorizing facts or recognizing elements. You just have to know. It has to be instinct.”

“O-okay,” you said.

“Take a deep breath and close your eyes,” he said. His hands moving your waist an inch to the left, than grasping your right arm and lowering it just a touch. “Now, don’t think about it too much, just do it.”

“Protego,” you said in a whisper.

“You have to mean it, Y/N,” Sirius said. His voice seemed close to your ear, his breath fanning across the back of your neck. “Don’t make me hex you to get it out of you.” He chuckled, and it snapped you out of whatever trance he had you in. His hands were still on your body, but you’d be damned if he bested you at this. You straightened your neck and opened your eyes, the soles of your feet shifting slightly as you focused all of your energy on the spell.

“Protego,” you said again, louder this time. You could feel the energy flowing through you, the beginning of something coming from the tip of your wand. You knew it wasn’t at full strength, and would honestly probably not shield you from much, but it was still more than you had managed on your own.

You could almost hear the smile in Sirius’s voice when he said, “That a girl. Come on then, do it again.”

***

It took everything you had not to pace outside the greenhouses while Sirius took his test. Instead, you waited for him in the transfiguration classroom, practicing your defensive spells and hoping that you had reviewed everything enough for him to pass. He had laughed at you when you had threatened to cut off his hair if he failed the class.

“You wouldn’t touch these glorious locks!” he had all but shouted on his way out the door. “And I won’t fail, I had an excellent tutor.”

Still, you were anxious for him. You weren’t focusing very well and you were having a hard time getting your wand to cooperate, even with easy defense spells.

“Come on,” you said to yourself, taking a deep breath and closing your eyes. “Focus.”

You took your stance, less ridged than it would have been a week ago, and raised your wand hand. But just as you went to cast the spell, you felt something heavy land on your shoulder. Startled, you turned and cast the spell that had been on the tip of your tongue already.

“Protego!”

Your wand pulsated with energy, and you could feel the shield, stronger than you’d ever produced, pulsating out of the tip of your wand and projecting outward. You almost laughed. It had actually worked! It took only a moment, though, for you to realize that whatever, or more importantly, whoever, had come up behind you was now sprawled several feet away on the floor.

“Sirius! Oh crap, oh no.” You ran towards the dark haired boy, kneeling next to his very still body. “Sirius?” You reached for his arm, and just as you wrapped your hand around him, you heard a loud, raucous laughter. The boy in front of you was laughing so hard he was shaking, his body twisting to the side, pushing you over with him as he went.

“Holy crap Sirius, you scared me half to death!” you said. Except instead of threatening, like you had hoped to sound, the words came out high and light as you started to join him in his infections laughter. The two of you lay there, giggling like idiots for several minutes more. Finally, when he could catch his breath, Sirius smiled at you.

“That was awesome, Y/N!” he said. “Don’t have to worry about you getting caught off-guard in a dark alley anymore, that’s for sure. Although apparently I should watch my back.”

“Well, you startled me! But oh my gosh, I actually did it!”

“You did at that. And, you’ll be happy to know, that you’ll have to keep studying with my sorry arse for the rest of the term, because I will be continuing my illustrious herbology career. Though I expect I’ll still need a tutor.”

“You passed!” you said, throwing your arms around his neck in a hug. “Oh Sirius, congratulations!”

Sirius chuckled, and you felt it vibrate through your body, realizing how close you were to him, still stretched out on the floor. You blushed, pulling back a bit, expecting to see his telltale smirk. But to your surprise, there was a look of fondness in his eyes.  

“Thank you, Y/N. Really. I don’t think I could have done it without you.”

You felt your blush spreading, down your neck and across your chest. It was like your whole body was on fire.

“Of course,” you said. “What are friends for?”

“Friends, huh?” he said. “I don’t know, Y/N, my original offer still stands. Although with that shield, maybe you’ll be running circles around me soon.”

“Sexy, naked circles?”

Sirius guffawed, pulling you in closer.

“If I could only be so lucky,” he said, before his lips crashed against your own.

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A long night... (James x MC (x zig?))

As you are crying on your bed in the fetal position you hear a soft knock on the door.  There is no way you want company so you just ignore it but then you hear it creak open and a sliver of light comes through. You don’t even attempt to look up to see who it is, but you feel a gentle hand on your shoulder and the smell of coffee fills your senses.  Neither of you say anything as you move into his arms and cry against his chest.  You haven’t been that close to Zig, but right now he comforts you as your heart breaks.  Finally at one point you start to say something, to try to explain to him why you are sobbing but he shushes you and softly says, “I know. Tyler told me that James called him after he realized you had left.”  

    You are so conflicted by that.  Does James care or not? Do you care if James cares? Is it over? It feels over. You sob some more and Zig just holds you close.  His strong presence is reassuring and you don’t feel so alone.  He stands up for a second, grabs some tissue and returns. He lays you back onto the bed and puts the blanket over you.  He puts the tissue by your pillow and just when you assume he is leaving, you feel the side of the bed dip down where he sits and then he lays down beside you. He puts his arm under your head and you again snuggle into his warm, inviting chest.  He moves the hair out of your face as you fall into a fitful sleep.  

    When you wake up to the sun shining on your still blotchy and swollen face, Zig is gone and you wonder for a minute if it had been a dream or some kind of heartbreak hallucination but then you see a note by your pillow… “MC- Had to go to work early but come by if you want to talk.-Z.”  You read the note, sigh deeply, then toss it in the trash.  You don’t really want to get out of bed and face the world but you know you probably should.  You shuffle to the bathroom, luckily avoiding anyone along the way.  Unfortunately, as everyone who has ever had a broken heart knows, the shower.. the shower is where feelings come to the surface.  You try to shake everything out of your mind but you keep coming back to James.  His touch, his kisses, the sweet things he says… the changes, the fact that he has not been there for you like he should, Yasmin.  Maybe you are naive. Maybe you love him more than he loves you… loved you.  It’s not like it all happened in that one night. This has been an ongoing issue.  An ongoing fight within yourself.  You love him but maybe you just love being in love.  You don’t want to be “that girl” who blindly stays with someone when everyone else knows that it’s never going to work out and they are just waiting for you to see it yourself.  It is naive to think that he wouldn’t succumb to Yasmin’s advances. She’s beautiful and experienced.  He was far from you and it had been a long time.  Video chatting was not going to satisfy anyone and Yasmin was there, offering herself to him.  How could he resist.  You wash the tears from your face, take a couple of deep breaths and get out of the shower.  

    You plan to get dressed and go thank Zig and get some coffee but instead another wave of sorrow flows through your body and you sink into the bed once more, grabbing the tissues as you go.  You sob yourself into another fitful sleep.  The roommates come to check on you throughout the day but you don’t want to talk to them and quickly shoo them out of the room.  They bring you water and ask if there is anything you need when you stumble to the bathroom ever so often but you shake your head and crawl back into your cave, still in your robe from after the shower that morning.  

    At one point when the sun was just starting to set, you hear them outside of your door talking about you. You hear Zig but you can’t make out what he is saying.  Chris says, “You can try man but she won’t talk to us or even let us in there for more than 30 seconds.”  You hear the door open slowly and Zig walks in carrying some coffee from work.  He smiles. It’s your favorite of his smiles, the one where only one side of his mouth goes up.  He usually does it when he’s smirking or embarrassed.  You sigh loudly and sit halfway up to sip from the cup he brought for you.  He asks how you are and at first you can’t say anything at all. You don’t know what to say. How am I?… I’m broken.  But you stick with the standard, “Fine.”  He smiles again, “I can see that. Do you mind some company?”  You don’t. Not from him anyway. He’s soothing and strong.  You shake your head and scoot over on the bed so he can sit by you.  He rubs your shoulder and you get a warm feeling in the pit of your stomach.  You know he won’t try anything when you are in this state of mind but you can’t help your own mind from going there.  You look up into his eyes and it’s as if you are seeing him in a whole new way.  You’ve seen the world through James-colored glasses since before you met Zig, so you never really thought of him that way but now…  You shake those thoughts out of your head and ask him if he would mind staying for a while.  He nods and you roll over with your back to him.  He moves up the bed into a more comfortable position, kicks his shoes off and puts his arm around you.    You allow your back to relax into his chest and fall into a less fitful sleep.  

    You wake up to your door slamming and someone shouting, “What the hell is going on here?!”  Zig jumps out of your bed and you roll over to see James.  He has a look in his eyes that you have never seen before.  Zig responds calmly, “Listen, it’s not what you think. It’s not what it looks like.”  You jump out of bed and stand between the two, worried about Zigs temper and glaring at James who is looking over your shoulder at Zig.  You ask, “What are you doing here?”  He looks down at you and back up to Zig, back and forth a few times before asking, “What is HE doing here?”  

    “James,” your voice falters, which pisses you off as you want to be stronger than that, “I don’t have to explain myself.  If you would like to talk, I am going to ask that you wait outside of my room until I am ready.” You are impressed by the way you said that sentence however, as you pronounced each word slowly and calmly, like a mother does with an unruly child.  You motion towards the door and he hesitantly follows your cue and steps outside but not before giving Zig one last cold glare.  

    Zig has started getting his things together to leave.  "I’m sorry, I didn’t mean for him to walk in on that. I’m sure it did look bad.  I’ll get out of here so you guys can talk or whatever.“ He stops and looks at you intently with his hand on your upper arm, “But I’ll be close if you need me.”  You feel the sincerity in his statement and you nod and thank him for everything. You give him a big hug and you are the first one to pull away.  You can tell he doesn’t want to go.  "I’ll be ok Zig.  I need to talk to him.  I need to.. i just need to.“ Then you smile and say, “And by the way, don’t think I didn’t notice that some guy yelled at you and you kept your cool.  I’m seriously impressed by that.”  He rubs the back of his neck and smiles. That crooked little smile.  A blush colors his cheeks but he doesn’t say anything.  You lean forward and give him a little kiss on one of those cheeks.  He stares into your eyes, as if looking for a sign.  Something in your eyes that would tell him to stay.  But you know you need to have this conversation with James and it’s safer for all involved if Zig is not there for it.  You take a deep breath, give him a small smile and start walking towards the door.  He stops you and says, “I’m going to call you.  To make sure you are ok.”  You nod and smile again and turn to open the door.  You see James pacing back and forth in the kitchen. He stops when you come out the door and you see a pained expression on his face.  He looks at you like he knows he’s too late and then he looks at Zig with anger once again but no one says anything and Zig starts to walk out the main door.  He turns around and looks at you one last time, also looking a little sad and like he has more to say but he knows it is for the best if he keeps out of it. He walks out.  You take a deep breath and turn to face James.

    He comes around the kitchen island and tries to grab your hand. You snatch it away and walk towards your room.  He follows.  You shut the door behind you to avoid any interruptions.  Finally he breaks the silence, saying, “MC, I.. I don’t even know where to begin.  You were right. I was wrong. Yasmin is a bad person and I overlooked it and I overlooked you because I was so focused on this stupid movie.  But I love you.  And i’m sorry. I’m sorry for so much.“ 

    You try to keep the tears from welling up in your eyes as you look up at him.  All of these thoughts are going through your head; all of these things that you want to say, to yell… but you can’t. Nothing would come out.  Finally you start to respond, "James… you know I love you.,” He nods, looking relieved, but you continue, “and you know me and you know that I am not some immature girl with low self-esteem, right?”  He shakes his head, looking confused as to where you are going with this, “but for the last few months, I have not felt confident in myself or in our relationship. I’ve worried that you are…were… cheating on me with Yasmin. I’ve second guessed my feelings, your feelings. I have not been happy.”  You start to cry and he comes over to comfort you but you push him away.  You see that he looks as if his heart is breaking.  He takes a deep breath, trying to avoid tears himself, and quietly says, “I never cheated on you and never would.”  You give him a small smile and he continues, “and it is making me sick right now to hear you say that you haven’t been happy when all i want is to make you happy.  I have screwed up.  I took you for granted. I guess i just assumed that no matter how i acted or what i did, you would always be there and i didn’t stop to think that i need to appreciate you, or i could…,” his voice stammers as he chokes back tears, “lose you.” He sits down on the bed with his head in his hands and you can see by the movements of his back and shoulders that he is crying.  You respond by saying, “I love you James but I don’t think i should be with you right now.”  Tears stream down your cheeks and you honestly don’t know if you are making the right decision.  As you stand here watching his heart break, feeling your own heart break, you just don’t know.  You sink down to your knees on the floor and allow yourself to feel the heartbreak.  James stands up and walks over to you with tears running down his face as well.  He says, “I.. I can’t apologize enough for causing this.  And I want you to know that I will respect your wishes but I love you with all my heart and I will do everything to make this up to you.” He puts his hand on your shoulder and continues, “I will give you some space to think about everything but I will not give up on us.”   

    You look into his eyes and see that he is truly in love with you and you feel you are in love with him.  How can true love hurt like this?  You are so confused.  "I do love you James but I just don’t know. I just need some time to sort through everything.“  He nods and responds, "I understand.  I’ve moved back here and I want to see you again.  Can we talk tomorrow?”   Shocked, you stand up to face him and ask, “But what about the movie?!”  He shrugs, “You were right about all of it. It wasn’t me. It wasn’t my movie. Nothing good was going to come out of me staying there”.  

    “Oh James, I’m so sorry. I know you were really hoping this would open so many doors for you.”

    “It still did. And at least this way, I have my dignity.  But i would give up everything, if you would give me one more chance to prove my love to you.” He holds your hand up against his heart and you can see the sincerity.  You feel the butterflies as he says that and your heart sticks in your throat. You nod and he starts to move in closer to kiss you but he stops when your gaze moves away from his.  You can almost see his heart break and as much as you want to be kissed by him, you don’t want your decision to be skewed by the physical attraction or by some sense of not wanting to hurt his feelings.  You realized earlier that you have really lost yourself these last few months. As you lead James to the door, you tell him, “I’m not saying I am there yet, but If we do decide to try this again, I want to make sure it is the right thing to do… for both of us.  We have a lot more to talk about, but right now I would like to be alone.”   He reluctantly agrees and slowly walks up to the door.  He turns after walking through it and says, “I love you.”  You shut the door slowly behind him and just stand there, not even sure what to do next.  It’s going to be a long night…

[mychemicalphantrash-blog1]

Knock On Wood

Genre: Fluff

Words: 2,167

Summary: Dan and Phil Skype and meet for the first time at Manchester. They can’t help falling in love with each other.

Song To Listen To While Reading: Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy - Queen

     The black loading screen has been taking forever to load. “I can't believe i’m calling him” I thought to myself. Ever since we started texting we never stopped. We were one of each other's only friends and we bonded over our similarities so fast. We've been texting for a couple weeks and now we're finally Skyping. My inspiration, role model, and favorite Youtuber is finally Skyping me, talking to me. Finally Phil Lester lights up my Skype call screen. I took my first glance and I was speechless. His black fringe falling perfectly falling next to his blue/green/yellow eyes you could go swimming in. And his pale skin complements his raven black hair. His smirk and small hair flip made my stomach flip. He's wearing a grey and red Pokémon sweatshirt along with blue and yellow emoji pants. They tell his personality perfectly. “Hey Dan!” He said enthusiastically, breaking me from my trance. “P-Phil! Hey!” I say stuttering. “How's life in Manchester?” I continue. “It's great! What about you in Wokingham?” He asked curiously. We talked for hours everyday. We talked about our favorite music, bands, Pokémon, subjects, and more. Then soon we both felt so comfortable around each other we both came out as Bisexual. And so on, with every Skype call I fell more in love with AmazingPhil. I felt like I've known Phil for my whole life, but it really was only 3 months. Then one night Phil asked me a question that would change our lives. “Do you want to come up to Manchester? You can stay with me and meet me and my parents!” Phil asked while soft pink sprung to his cheeks as well as my own. “Of course Phil, I wouldn't miss it for the world.”

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~ One Week Later ~

(Texting)

Dan: I finally convinced my parents Phil! I can stay for 3 days!

Phil: That's amazing Dan! When do you leave?

Dan: In 3 hours. I should be at The Manchester Underground Station at 6:00pm.

Phil: Can't wait to see you Dan!

Dan: Me too Phil. I need to finish packing, bye. <3

Phil: Ok, bye. <3

    “What do I say? What if I mess up and he hates me? What if he changes his mind?” I was lost in my mind of Phil and I, when then realizing I'm  already on the the Underground on my way to Manchester.

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     “Phil could never love someone like you.”  My mind raced the whole ride to Manchester. “Phil's too good for you, you don't deserve someone like Phil.” I couldn't stop. “Phil Lester, Phil Lester, Phil Lester" I couldn't stop thinking about Phil. The Underground soon stopped and I heard the speaker say “Manchester Underground Station" And my heart flipped. I texted Phil “I'm here!” and started to get up out of my seat. I walked out of the doors onto the platform. I scanned for Phil. But I couldn't see him anywhere. “Dan you're so stupid to think that Phil would actually come and that he cared about you" I kept thinking. I looked up once more before I get back on the Underground. I see Phil running and then stopping to look around. His Black hair falling perfectly on his face, his tall and slim body slightly bent over from tiredness. His beautiful eyes finally met mine. I dropped my bags and I ran to him. He ran to me and we collided with a hug that seemed to last forever. His soft black hair in my hand, his musky yet soft flowery and attractive scent filled my nose, his arms wrapped around me like he's protecting me. “I wish this could last forever” I say to myself. Phil finally pulls away with the biggest smile on his face. “You're real!” He said laughing, I join in as we walked to grab my bags I left on the floor. We talked about anything we can think of as we walked to Phil's house. We both can't believe we're here, with each other. We finally make it to Phil's house and he opens the door to reveal his Mom, Dad, and older Brother. “Welcome Dan!” His Mom tells me. “We're Phil's parents and that's his older brother Martyn!” She continued. “N-nice to meet you, T-thank you for letting me stay here.” I replied, stumbling. “You're making a fool out of yourself Dan, They would never like someone like you.” I broke out of my trance when she was in the middle of telling me to put my bags in Phil's room. I didn't hear anything else she said. Bright pink sprung of my face as soon as I realized Phil's hand was on my back, leading me.

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 “Come on Dan, I want to show you all my favorite places in Manchester.” Phil pleaded. “Ok Phil, lead the way" I said with a huge smile and a soft pink glow on my cheeks. Phil and I walked and stopped for hours, our hands ‘accidentally’ brushing past each others. Phil told me facts about Manchester and took me to the best places, like the Manchester Museum and the Manchester Town Hall. These buildings were so beautiful and old. Phil also took me to Fletcher Moss Botanical Garden. We walked on the dirt path next to the river. Grass, plants, trees and animals everywhere. Birds chirping, the dirt beneath my shoes, the wind against my face, and of course Phil Lester made this my favorite place. Phil and I talked about our childhoods. “I was such a weird kid!” Phil exclaimed. “You really did all of those things? Wow, you're so weird.” I said sarcastically. Be both laughed for hours. We were sat, very close, on a wooden bench looking out to a river and fields. It was chilly that night and I was just wearing a T-Shirt so I started shivering. Phil saw right away and without thinking took his jacket off and put it around me. Both of our faced immediately turned pink. “The jacket even smells like him. But he's just doing this because he's a good friend, he could never love me..” My mind wandered until Phil said something. “Hey, you know ever since I started even texting you, I've so much so much happier. That's why my Mom likes you so much, you make me happy Dan.” Phil said quietly. “Me too Philly, I've had depression for a while now and when I talk to you it all goes away.” I say back, my face slowly turns red. “Idiot, why would you say that. You sound like you're asking to be rejected.” I can't stop thinking about it. “Dan are you okay?” Phil asked worried. “I'm fine, my head is just getting the best of me.” I say as I shut my eyes to hide the tears. “Dan..” Phil says taking my hand “If you ever need anyone to talk to or anything you need, I'm here for you Danny" Phil continues. I turn to him with a smile. He puts his arm around me and I move closer and rest my head on his shoulder. “What are you doing Dan, you're just setting yourself up for rejection.” My head kept going on and on until I finally let my eyes win and let them flutter shut, with Phil Lester by my side.

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    I awake in Phil's bed. I'm changed into my night clothes already. But Phil's not next to me. “Of course he's not Dan, why would he sleep in the same bed as you?” I get up from the warm bed, open the door and walk down the stairs to find Phil in the kitchen. “No! Dan why did you come down here! I wanted to surprise you with Breakfast in bed!” He said laughing. “Did you sleep in the bed with me?” I asked without thinking. “Um yeah, sorry if you didn't want me to, I can sleep on the floor.” He said, not smiling anymore. “No! I m- mean, I d-doesn't matter. I was just wondering… Umm Phil?” I stuttered. “Yeah Danny?” He said focussing on the pancakes. “Did you change my clothes, and how did I get to your bed?” Phil's face went bright red. “I did, your clothes looked uncomfortable to sleep in. But I didn't see anything Dan I promise, I just changed your shirt and pants” He said, face still red. “And I carried you to the nearest bus stop to go home. Then up to my room. I'm sorry if you were uncomfortable with anything Dan, I'm so sorry.” Phil looked like he was about to cry. “Phil no it was perfect, you were fine. Last night was the best night of my life, trust me, you didn't do anything wrong.” Phil's smile came back as he put the pancakes on 2 plates and grabbed some utensils. “Want to eat in bed?” he said with pink spreading to his cheeks. “Of course, why wouldn't I?” And we headed back upstairs, happy as can be.

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     After breakfast we came downstairs. His Mom wanted all of us sit in the living room and talk. They asked me all sorts of questions. “What do you want to be when you grow up?”, “What's your family like?”, “How did you and Phil meet?”. I answered all of their questions. “What music or bands do you like?” Martyn asked. “I like the band MCR and Muse, Phil likes them too.” And Phil nods his head. “Well this was amazing Dan! I'm glad we got to know you a bit more!” Phil's Mom said. “Anytime Mrs. Lester.” I replied and Phil and I got up and walked outside to their front porch. We sat down on the white wooden bench looking out to the road. “I can't believe I have to leave tomorrow Phil.” I said sadly. “I have only have the rest of the day.” I continued. “Dan, let's go to the Fair for the day. Make today memorable.” Phil said with a big grin. I nodded and we got up and we started to walk to the bus stop. The gravel beneath our feet, crunching as we go. My hands together, moving my fingers around each other. “Phil will never love you, Phil will never love you, Phil will never love you..” My mind wandered the whole walk, trying to fight the tears away. We finally sat at the Bus Station and Phil's hand makes his way to my thigh. “Dan, are you okay?” He asked with the biggest eyes. I flush red. Really red. “I-I'm ok Phil, thank you.” I stumbled. “You sure? You didn't' look okay during the walk and i'm worried.” Phil said leaning closer. I take a deep breath, “Yes Phil, I promise.” Then the bus pulled up with a jolted stop and the doors creaked open.

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     We stepped off the bus and doors slammed shut. We pay to get in and sit down at a wooden bench. “What ride do you want to go to first?” Phil asked. “Whatever you want babe" I answered. Phil smiled, took my hand, and led me to the first ride. A rollercoaster. We very close to each other in the front cart, and the worker pulled the bar over us. The carts began to go forward and going right into the first drop. The wind against my face and the butterflies in my stomach felt amazing. Yells and shouts from Phil and the other riders filled my ears. My sweaty hands grip the handle tighter as we go around another loop. Soon the ride comes to a stop. “Your hair!” I yell at Phil and his face turns red and laughs. We went on several more rides and ate dinner. Soon the sky turns darker and it becomes chilly. We decided to go on the Ferris Wheel for our final ride. We got in the wooden wobbly cart, Phil sitting very close to me, and it starts moving. “Beautiful view.” I said looking at the darkening sunset. Phil shifts and puts his hand around me.  “Do you know what's even more beautiful?” Phil asks staring at me “No, what?” I say curiously. “You" Phil replies, both of us turning red. Phil then takes my hand and leans closer. “You're the most beautiful person I've ever seen Dan" I slowly place my lips on his. His soft lips made my stomach flip and my heart ache. The taste of Phil Lester fills my mouth. Phil kissed back moving his lips. I place my hand on his jaw and move my hand in his. My stomach flips for Phil. I can feel his soft hair against my face. We finally break away to breath. “I love you Philly" I say giggling. “I love you too Danny" He says placing one more peck on my lips before leaning back into the cart, still arm around me and hand in hand. “Knock on wood”

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// Thank you so much for reading my first Phanfic! Thanks to @grammatically-correct-phan​ and special thanks to @spicydanhowell​ for giving me those sweet editing tips <3 \\