#one for gravity falls that has only like.... 1.4k words so far???

[tendebill]

JUST FINISHED CHAPTER 14 OF TPATA!!! THIS IS NOT A DRILL!!! ANOTHER WIN FOR THE LGBT COMMUNITY!!!

i just have to edit the last bit that i just wrote and maybe i could post it??? like tomorrow or in two days??? i dont feel like editing it rn, but i will try tomorrow????

13k words btw :3

[hisui-dreamer]

to the happiest place on earth

Characters: Octavinelle (Azul, Jade, Floyd)

Synopsis: going on a date with them to Tokyo Disneyland!

Tags: fluff, Disneyland date hehe, reader's tolerance for attractions is based on my own, self indulgent, bot proofread

Word count: 1.4k+

Notes: because obviously i kept thinking about the fish mafia when i was in tokyo disney resort

did i write too much for jade? no

Masterlist

Azul plans everything

weeks before even going he's doing so much research on every little aspect of the park

he's become an expert, because how else would he impress his angelfish?

asks you what rides you like and sets out the perfect plan for you to experience everything

basically you just need to tell him what you feel like doing next and he'll instantly suggest the best plan

fast pass? fast pass.

he's rich, he's definitely going to buy all the available passes only to improve your experience

time is far more valuable than money! the less time spent lining up for rides and azul having to come up with engaging conversations, the better

his headband of choice:

doesn't really understand why the mouse ears are so prominent in the park, but he wants to match with you and take nice couple pics hehehe

also apparently that's a sorcerer's hat?? perfect! he's a diligent student of magic and follower of the sea witch!

is reluctant to get on fast rides like space mountain and you can see how pale he looks afterwards

he doesn't complain at all tho, and he's very willing to try rides with you

he has great night vision (deep sea octopus), so he is less affected by rides like haunted mansion and pirates of the caribbean

speaking of the latter, he's incredibly grateful for the darkness of the room, because the way he blushed when you held on to him when the boat fell from a waterfall shook all three of his hearts

fascinated by stitch encounter and considers making a mascot for mostro lounge using the same tech

also definitely gets the best seats for the fireworks/parades so his angelfish won't have their vision blocked

overall great experience, the capitalist thrives in capitalism, and he gets to experience all the joy and wonder of the theme park

The sound of the waterfall only seemed to grow louder and louder, yet there was not a single one in sight. Unless...

"Angelfish," Azul whispered, trying not to disturb the other guests. "Hold on tight, I think the ride will drop off from a waterfall."

You barely had time to react to his words as you felt the pull of gravity on you. By instinct, you reached out to hold onto him for dear life, letting out a shriek of surprise as you crashed onto the water below.

Thankfully, the fall was over in seconds. Azul coughed and shakily whispered, "A-ahem, are you alright Angelfish?" he murmured, though with your ear right next to his chest, it seemed he wasn't really alright himself.

Jade doesn't really plan as much as azul, but he does come pretty prepared

briefly learns about what rides and restaurants there are and considers your taste all the while

you brought a cute but small bag that couldn't hold a lot of stuff? no worries! your boyfriend is used to hiking with minimal packing

he can help you carry all your essentials and not have it affect him at all!

his headband of choice:

ok so apparently moray eels eat flounder fish? so I believe this silly eel would find great pleasure in wearing this headband (even better if you're wearing the ariel headband to match)

he's definitely more into the thrilling rides, but he's very happy to sit along for whatever ride you'd like

he's really really good at the buzz lightyear astro blaster, but his favourite is definitely haunted mansion for the chilling atmosphere and the way you clung onto him while convincing yourself everything was fine

whispered things in your ear to calm you, but he definitely tried to spook you a few times bc of how cute you were

your man is a foodie ok, the way his eyes sparkle when he stares at some street food other guests are holding is telling

he's absolutely interested in all of the disneyland food though, so apple caramel churros from le fou's shop, popsicle sticks from food stands, baymax curry, etc.

wdym food's expensive? he's also rich from working with azul and his family background

also super attentive to you, oh you'll need to take off your headband for this ride? gently plucks it from your head and places it in his bag before you can even do it yourself

and oh dear, your hair is a bit messed up after space mountain, let me just brush your hair and smooth it out for you

gets ugly plushie keychains for azul and floyd as a joke saying "i think it quite resembles you, no?"

tall boi sees the parades really clearly and he lifts you up to eye level so you can enjoy the same view as him

and dw about the disappointment of other guests behind you because one eerie smile from your eel is enough for them to know your boyfriend is not to be messed with

overall a very food oriented visit, and plenty of moments where this teasing eel tries to make you flustered

"Oh, it seems we must take our headbands off for this ride as well," Jade mused as he observed the guests in front. In a quick, but gentle motion, he took off your headband and smoothed out your hair.

At your flustered expression, he merely chuckled as he reached up to take off his own, carefully placing both into his sturdy backpack.

"Come, my pearl," he said as he reached out a hand to you. "Should you be afraid any moment, feel free to hold onto me," he teased, his eyebrows furrowed as his eyes glinted in amusement.

Floyd is very much going with the flow and sees where you/ his energy wants to take him

did no research at all because his Shrimpy can be his tour guide hehe~

also brought minimal stuff, but he definitely takes a moment to show off his new shoes that he bought recently to go on the date

given his mood swings, it's not a great idea to line up for 30 mins plus, particularly if there's minimal air-conditioning

so definitely fast pass where available, water bottles and mini electric fans

also consider downloading some 2-player mini games on your phone to kill time

his headband of choice:

he finds the "rubber duckies so cute and squishy! just like Shrimpy!" and chip and dale in sunglasses just gives off a memeish chill vibe

you can't convince me this man doesn't consume stupid memes

once he's tried one thrilling ride, he basically demands to ride all of the thrilling ones

runs off to the next one and pulling your hand to catch up because he memorized the map smh

absolute menace when it comes to teacup rides

like you are not walking straight after that intense spinning all the better because he gets to hold you and support you

he will be a menace again and push you in front during the baymax cool down parade so you'll get wet

but you can't stay mad at him for too long when he's laughing so innocently

okay maybe slap him on the shoulder a bit

absolutely gets the electric fans with the water sprays, and attacks you with sprays of water

laughs at you whenever you get scared in haunted mansion, but also "don't worry" because he likes protecting his Shrimpy

funny selfies from weird angles or everything's just a blur

also it's very convenient to have a big scary eel glare at the other guests to convince them to line up another time :)

in conclusion this menace of an eel will without a doubt have a blast stringing you along to his shenanigans, and you find yourself laughing with him all the way

"Ahahaha! That was sooo fun~" Floyd exclaimed as he got out of the teacup. The world continued to spin though the ride had long come to an end. You felt Floyd reach out and help you out of the ride, and you leaned into his touch for help as if you were drunk.

"Hahaha, Shrimpy's all dizzy!" he giggled. "You wanna go again?" As soon as the words registered in your mind, you turned to look in his general direction to glare at him, but maybe your direction was off or you just didn't look intimidating enough, because he just laughed even harder.

"Okayy, okayy, let's do another ride," he said as he began leading you to the exit. "Your choice this time then, where d'ya wanna go Shrimpy?"

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[emeren]

it’s okay to be selfish - eren jaeger

pairing: eren jaeger x fem!reader

word count: 1.4k

content warnings: 18+, smut, brief mutual masturbation 

notes: enjoy this lil one shot that was written as practice for using the present tense in smut. i’m honestly not sure if i’m rockin with it. lmk if you guys prefer present or past tense! <3

SUMMARY: taking place right before eren disappears to marley, the reader and eren share an urgent and pent up moment together. when the world is ending, sometimes it’s okay to be selfish. 

“we’re gonna get caught,” you whisper as quietly as possible. eren halts his movements against your neck, ears straining as someone walks by the small closet. as soon as they pass without incident, he’s back, mouth desperately latching onto the skin wherever it can. 

“we’ll be quick,” he mumbles against your collar bone. it’s dark and hot in the small space; you have no choice but to be pressed up against his tall frame. you briefly consider how much trouble you’d be in if someone were to catch you. it’s as if eren senses your apprehension, pulling his face back to look at yours. 

a sliver of golden light strikes down his face, perfectly shining in one of his eyes. the change in his demeanor over the years has been significant: he’s no longer the hot headed boy you once knew. instead he’s consumed by an inner turmoil. 

“they’re all asleep, i checked.” he reassures softly, choosing to ignore whoever it was that had just passed by. you reach a hand up to tuck a strand of hair behind his ear. it’s getting longer and he’s been too busy to cut it, sitting at an awkward length above his shoulders. 

eren’s eyes are staring dully at you, waiting for the go ahead. you two have been at this for a couple months now, sharing quiet moments tucked away from the world. you’ve never discussed it, but somehow knew it was just an escape. an hour away from the horrible reality you’re forced to live with. 

you sigh, running a hand down his sharp jaw. “alright, but there’s not much room to maneuver in here.” 

eren brings his face down, lips carefully capturing yours in a low burning kiss. something about the gesture screams love, but it will never be discussed nor acknowledged. 

the melding of your mouths quickly turns hungry; a couple of weeks of pent up frustration coming to a head. eren’s tongue forces itself into your mouth, rough and frantic. you hold back a whimper as his large hands come up to palm your breasts through your thin nightgown. 

the heat in the closet is nearly suffocating as eren shifts to release some of the strain on his dick, pressing it against your clothed abdomen. you sigh loudly at the feeling of him hardening against you, the pressure causing your cunt to throb in arousal. 

his fingers lightly pinch your nipples, the sensitive buds becoming firm at the action. then his hands are traveling down your sides, effortlessly grazing over your curves as they come to squeeze your hips. you know eren and you know what he’s asking, lifting your thighs to wrap around his slim waist as he holds you up by your ass, giving it a generous squeeze. 

eren falters at the new position, the feeling of your clothed cunt rubbing against his impossibly hard cock. he struggles to kiss you back, instead opting to slowly grind himself into you. 

you pull your lips back from his, leaning your head on the wall as eren attempts to keep his throaty grunts quiet. the feeling of him rubbing against you so desperately is nearly enough to send you over the edge, a familiar sensation building in your stomach. 

“eren,” you whimper. his eyes are focused between the two of you; the sight of your night gown riding up on your thighs and the sound of your breathing are all too distracting. “eren.” 

he looks up, pupils dilated and face slightly red. “what is it?” 

“need you so bad,” you mutter, slightly embarrassed. the embarrassment fades when you feel his cock twitch against your center, his breath hitching. 

“shit,” he curses, bringing his face forward to press his lips against yours as he grinds particularly hard into your clit. the sudden rubbing allows a moan to fall from your mouth, drowned out by eren’s lightly chapped lips. “m’gonna fuck you so hard.” 

eren is rarely so vocal when it comes to your sexual endeavors, normally opting for rough actions, less so words. his sentence strikes a chord with you nonetheless, your clit twitching with excitement. 

your hand has a mind of its own, reaching down to palm his erection through his sleeping pants. eren hisses in response, leaning his head on your shoulder as you snake your hand past the waistband to grip his dick.

it’s warm and veiny; your thumb sliding over the tip in order to gather up some of his precum and pump it down the length of his shaft. his cock grows harder at the action, hips involuntarily bucking upwards as your hand picks up speed. 

you can feel eren’s mouth open against the crook of your neck, lightly biting your skin in order to keep himself quiet. his breath sporadically dances across your shoulder, only making the small closest hotter. 

he’s bucking into your hand, begging for some relief. eren being so needy makes your arousal heighten; your panties growing even wetter as he suddenly pulls back from your neck. 

he lightly sets you down on the ground, your hand slipping out of his pants. before you have a chance to ask him what he’s doing, his fingers are pulling your panties down to your knees, standing back against the opposing wall. 

“touch yourself for me,” he mutters darkly, eyeing you. your breathing is heavy, a frown creasing your features at the request. 

“w-what?” you ask, your cheeks heating. eren’s hand reaches into his own pants, slowly pumping his slightly visible shaft. the sight makes you burn with curious desire, your fingers apprehensively inching their way towards your newly exposed cunt.

you’re only slightly surprised by how wet you are, your first two fingers easily sliding past your clit towards your entrance. the contact doesn’t have the same effect as eren’s, but it satisfies the dull ache enough. 

eren’s eyes follow your fingers, reaching his free hand forwards to hold up your nightgown. something about the way he’s watching you, memorizing your every move, is different than it normally is.

you rest your head against the wall, breathing becoming shallow as your fingers begin to rub against your clit. the sight of you touching yourself, all flustered and horny is one eren swears never to forget. he takes a mental photograph, the sight becoming too much as a small whimper leaves your swollen lips. 

“enough of that,” he interjects, gently pulling your fingers from yourself. you feel a wave of embarrassment wash over you at how easily you touched yourself in front of him, but eren doesn’t seem to care. he’s tugging his pants down, large dick coming to rest against his stomach. 

and you’re ready for him; slightly parting your legs in the small space as eren comes to stand between them. he pushes you up the wall again, slowly guiding your hips down, tip pressing against your entrance. with a deep breath, he’s sliding you down onto his cock, stretching you out so good.

he stands for a moment, relishing in the way you feel around him; so tight and wet. you adjust to his large length, the sheer size never failing to catch you off guard. 

he presses a chaste kiss to your lips before bucking his hips upwards, dick hitting your sweet spot with the first thrust. your mouth involuntarily opens to cry out, not before eren’s hand presses firmly against the lower half of your face. 

“gotta be quiet for me, m’kay?” he whispers breathily, not ceasing his thrusts. you feverishly nod your head, eren’s hand staying put. the feeling of his cock ramming into you makes your head dizzy, gravity working in both of your favors as he fills you to the hilt. 

eren’s movements quickly grow erratic and angry, the pounding nearly too much to bear. it’s often like this; he takes his frustration out on you, abusing your cunt until you can hardly walk. it’s when he slows his pace, filling you up purposefully and deliberately, that you feel yourself unravel all too quickly around him, walls clenching against his cock. 

your head is fuzzy and your limbs feel tingly as eren pulls out, giving his dick a couple of quick pumps and he’s cumming on your nightgown, unashamedly marking it. 

you slide back down the wall, legs wobbly as the two of you regain your composure. the closet is impossibly hot now; nearly too hot to breathe. 

eren kisses your forehead, that far off look back in his grey eyes. he takes a moment to run his hand along your cheek, a sad smile on his face. 

“it’s selfish of me to say, but sometimes i wish this was all i ever had to do.” 

you smile back up at him, trying not to think about the war. “sometimes, it’s okay to be selfish.” 

<3 <3 <3 

[astralkoo]

the huntress | jungkook (teaser)

Pairing: jungkook x (f.) reader

Genre: werewolf au, hunter au, action, thriller, angst, fluff, smut

Rating: 18+ (graphic violence / explicit sexual content)

Estimated Final Word Count: 15-20k??? Maybe more bc it’s already at 7.4k and I haven’t even fully hit on the main plot yikes

Teaser Word Count: 1,780

Summary: You are a hunter. You are a protector. And you are a killer. These are simple facts. Facts that have been drilled into your head since you were a child. These facts are all that you know, all that you can rely on when the world around you is constantly changing. But, what can you do when one of the very creatures you’ve been taught to hunt, taught to kill, taught to hate makes you question everything you once believed?

Warnings: explicit language, descriptions of blood, graphic violence, death, killing/murder, jk is kept in a cage, panic attack, betrayal, sad jk, explicit sexual content; sex in a lake, unprotected sex (please be safe!!), sub!jungkook, dom!reader, virgin!jungkook, lots of whining, light dirty talk, hand job, fingering, jk has a kissing kink, oral (f. receiving), biting, reader calls jk puppy (all warnings are subject to change)

Release Date: TBD

A/N ; ah shit here we go. she’s been coming along pretty smoothly, so I thought it was the right time put the teaser out for you guys! I’m really excited to get the full fic posted and hopefully it won’t be too far in the future, but with my track record... I can make no guarantees. thank you for 1.4K followers!! I hope you enjoy!

You felt it building in your chest, swelling into something large and uncontainable. The sensation creeping up your throat, filling the back of your mouth and forcing open your jaws. Tears sprung to the corners of your eyes and your dry lips strained as they stretched open, the monstrous yawn finally breaking free.

Fuck. You are so tired.

It had been an exhausting day to begin with and of course, with your luck, it was your turn to take the night watch.

Around you, the forest was alive: crickets and cicadas singing lazy songs, the warm summer breeze rustling through the leaves, the waning moon casting a cool silver glow over the sleeping earth. Beside you, the dying remains of a bonfire flickers and spits blazing embers, choking and fading with every gust of wind. The darkness is slowly closing in, the eerie shadows of the surrounding trees creeping closer and closer with every passing minute.

Gravity pulled at your eyelids, the sweet lure of sleep all too tempting.

Crack.

You shot upright, eyes wide and alert, ears straining. It was too dark to see past the outer layer of trees, and a heavy silence followed, only remedied by the soft crackling of the singed wood. There’s a familiar prickle under your skin, the hairs on the back of your neck standing on end. It’s dark, but you don’t need to see to know that there is something out there. Call it a self-made sixth sense if you will, something you’ve developed and trained into perfection over the course of many years.

Instinctively, your fingers reached for your bow. The sleek black metal scraped against the large stone it was propped up on as you swiftly and silently fall into position. Unsheathing an arrow from the leather quiver, you pull it back against the string until you feel that perfect tension. The side of your thumb caresses the cool skin of your cheek, and you close one eye, honing in on the dark tree line.

Come on. Give me a reason.

But you’re only rewarded with silence.

After a few tense moments, you slowly lowered your weapon, brow twitching in irritation.

“Get a grip, y/n.” You grumbled roughly.

You were on edge. It’s understandable; you were in completely unfamiliar territory, with no reliable knowledge of the land or its inhabitants to lean back on. The knowledge which you did have, however (that being the knowledge that the nearby town had been getting ravaged by a bloodthirsty beast under the cover of nightfall), didn’t ease the tension in your shoulders in the slightest.

After all, that was the whole reason for your troop’s relocation.

A little over three weeks ago, the head of your troop received a letter from a desperate mayor, pleading for your help. They had a problem. Almost every night for the past month, towns people that wandered the streets late into the evening when the sun had set behind the hills and the moon had risen past the horizon, whether it be walking home from a long day of work or going for an evening jog when the summer heat wasn’t so unbearable, had been getting killed. No, not killed— slaughtered.

You’d seen the pictures.

No human being was capable of doing what had been done to those people.

Ergo, the exigency for your troop’s presence.

This town didn’t need cops, they didn’t need police or detectives searching for some rampant serial killer. What they needed were hunters. More specifically, werewolf hunters. Which is precisely what you were. ‘Slayers of the Supernatural’, some might say. Your job was simple: find the murderous creature responsible for the bloody deaths of thirty seven innocent civilians, and eliminate the problem, once and for all. Pretty cut and dry when you think about it.

And for a troop as skilled and experienced as yours, finding and ending this bloodthirsty beast should be a cinch.

But, that didn’t make sitting out, so painfully alone in the dark of night with a killer werewolf on the loose any less unnerving.

Now, you weren’t afraid of the monster itself, you’d held your own against its kind and worse plenty of times in the past. No, it was the deafening silence that was most disquieting. The stillness. The lack of happening. It set you on edge, made it feel like you had to hold your breath to get the slightest idea of what was going on around you. The wait had always been your least favorite part of the hunt, despite it being one of the most vital.

You’ll admit, you can be impatient. It was your most notable cause of failure back in your training days and in some of your earlier hunts. But you’ve gotten better, become capable of capping your overzealous antics, improved in terms of self restraint. Though, you’d still much rather be in the heart of the action than sitting on the sidelines and waiting with buzzing anticipation nipping at your heels.

Exhaling heavily, you slumped back onto the ground, exhaustion quickly seeping back into your sore muscles once the brief flush of adrenaline drained from your system.

Then you heard the rustling of leaves. But this— it was different from the sound made when the breeze wisps through them. There was a certain force to it, a heaviness in the way the branches clicked and the leaves crunched. It was the sound of a body moving through the heavy foliage. A large animal? Maybe. Or perhaps it was something else entirely. Not human. Not an animal. But something in between.

Your hand was around the grip of your bow in less than a second, body swiftly falling into a low crouch.

It was dark. But the moon spilled just enough light over the forest for you to catch a glimpse of a silhouette: a tall, dark shape moving slowly through the brush. You had your mark. Now you just needed a reason to loose your arrow.

Never strike without absolute certainty that you have your eye on the right target. That’s what Junmyeon always drilled into your head during training after you attacked too early and without proper understanding of who (the dummy representing an innocent civilian, in such cases) you’d been aiming at. Because if you somehow mistook an innocent for one of the beasts you hunt— it was a thought you didn’t want to so much as consider.

Teeth gritting, you carefully followed the shadowy figure, feet shifting silently across the dirt. Suddenly, your boot clad toe suddenly knocked a pebble, sending it skittering across the ground. You froze, and so did the silhouette. Then its head whipped in your direction, and the very second you saw the flash of two unmistakable red eyes, your fingers released the taut string, sending the arrow whizzing into the tree line.

A shriek of agony ripped through the calm night air. The figure staggered, doubling over, before quickly righting itself and whirling around, taking off into the dense, black forest.

You didn’t let so much as a fraction of a second pass before you launched yourself off the dirt ground and bolted into the woods after the creature, a delicious combination of red hot adrenaline and childlike excitement immediately consuming you. It was this— this feeling, this exhilaration that you lived for. That you hunted for. It drove you in ways nothing else ever had. The combination of blood rushing through your veins and your heart thundering in your ears created an almost euphoric sensation. It was a high, thrilling and electrifying. But perhaps those weren’t quite the right words to describe it.

Maybe it was the fact that for these moments as you were rushing through the brush, low branches slicing at your arms and face, cool wind winding through your hair, you could clear your mind and focus only on this one thing, on putting every ounce of your energy into this one moment to accomplish this one feat. There wasn’t— there couldn’t be a single invading thought, doubt, concern. There was nothing but boiling determination, molten in your bloodstream.

Ahead of you, the creature rushed frantically through the dense forest, weaving and staggering around the bulging trunks of towering trees. It was trying to lose you. But you excelled when it came to the chase. The fact that it was wounded also helped; the dark red blood stained the leaves and mossy earth, leaving a clear path for you to follow.

You were catching up, the distance between you and it growing smaller and smaller with each moment. You could hear the creature's heavy footfalls, the crunching of leaves and snapping of twigs. Within a few strides, you were within arms distance. If you were to reach out your hand—

Just as your fingertips grazed its back, you broke through the tree line. The creature, caught off guard, stumbled. A fatal mistake. Before it had a chance to recover, you rammed your shoulder into its back, directly between its shoulder blades, sending it stumbling forward with a stunned yelp. You hadn’t even noticed the massive body of water until he fell into it. Always be aware of your surroundings, you reminded yourself sharply, before honing in on your target. The water, reflecting the night sky like a mirror, rippled and spat around the form of the creature as it attempted to scramble away from you. But you didn’t let it get far.

You thrust yourself on top of him, pinning his kicking legs down with your own and making a grab for his flailing arms. A sharp hiss rushed past your teeth when you felt something slice into your arm, but you paid no heed to the warm, familiar trickle of blood. It only fueled the roaring fire of determination inside of you further. He was bucking up, thrashing wildly, trying to throw you off, but you held fast, angling yourself in such a way that you had the upper hand. Icy water splashed across your face, seeping into your clothes as you used all your strength to keep him down. But it wasn’t easy fighting a werewolf with your bare hands. Not even a wounded one. And you were quickly growing sick of feeling the piercing sting of his claws cutting through your clothes and biting into your skin.

In one swift motion, you unsheathed the silver blade hidden in a pouch sewn into the inside of your boot. Every muscle in his body froze up at the feeling of cold metal pressing threateningly against his vulnerable throat.

Panting through clenched teeth, you pinned him with a chilling glare.

“Give me one reason why I shouldn’t slit your throat.”

[scribblingfangirl]

DARLING | The Witcher - Jaskier

not my gif!

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Author’s Note: Just a little self-indulgent fic to deal with what’s happening in the world right now, a girl can dream, right? I hope this brings at least a tiny bit of joy into your life or a small smile onto your face.

word count:  ~ 1.4k

modernAU! prompt(s): “Hey, what’s wrong? You’re crying.” & “Really? Thanks for telling me, I had no idea.”

warnings: //

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Groaning, you ran your hand through your hair and grabbed some strands, pulling at them. You rolled your eyes as your mobile phone beeped, signalling that you received yet another message from Yennefer. Ignoring it, and finally setting the phone on silent, after having received enough annoyed looks to last you a lifetime, you just stuck your pencil between your teeth. Your eyes raced over the papers, trying desperately to understand what you were reading.

It felt as if no time had passed, maybe because you didn’t make any progress when you flinched due to Yen's voice a few minutes later. “Y/N! Nice to see that my best friend is ignoring me again!” she said, throwing her bag full of heavy books down at the ground, barely missing your feet, and sat down beside you with a big sigh. Yet again annoyed looks were thrown in your direction, but your peers quickly looked away, when they saw Yen. She had that effect on people, as student body president nobody wanted to get on her bad side.

After she had pushed some of your stuff away, accidentally knocking some of your books off the table onto your lap, she started to spread out her own and finally took a proper look at you. Her expression changed from irritated to worried. “Hey, what’s wrong? You’re crying.”

“Really? Thanks for telling me, I had no idea!”, you huffed sarcastically, put your arms on the table and buried your face in them. It was hopeless anyway.

Yen cautiously pulled out a book from under your arm, looked at it and grunted as she saw the title. “Physics, hm? That bad? I told you, that you could always ask me… or Geralt.” She knew how you felt about that subject, but still liked to taunt you.

Suddenly the table was rather interesting and you started to pick at little wood splinters. “You guys are geniuses in chemistry, at mixing and, especially, blowing things up! This is… about gravity and the light incidence angle. I’m freaking out Yen! I have homework for tomorrow, which will be graded and I can’t solve it! Additionally, I should be studying for my music exam, which is just great as a tone-deaf person.”

“You’re not tone deaf Y/N.” This made you look up.

“Yeah? Tell that to Jaskier. Do you know how far apart the notes have to be for me to be able to pick up if you’re playing the major scale up or down? He basically had to press the notes at the opposite ends of the piano… Where is he anyway? I don’t think that I’ve seen him this week, and it’s already Thursday,” you whispered into your hands as you saw the librarian turning around the corner, searching for the cause of the noise that made so many students turn their head away from their school work.

She just shrugged her shoulders. “Dunno, haven’t seen much of Geralt either. It is exam week, after all, maybe they finally stopped gaming, left their bunker and are studying… somewhere else in this building?” she added when you hopefully started to look around. “Listen,” she put her hands on your forearms, “I know that you’re not only stressing about the grades. Yours and Jaskiers anniversary or something is coming up right?”

“Yeah… I’m just afraid that he will go all out. You know him and I’m just not the kind of girl who likes that stuff. I like him for him, for the awkward and cute nerd he is. I don’t need him to play the role of the big and beloved theatre guy. I don’t mind that he has all these girls fawning over him during theatre productions but at the end of the day… Well, I’m just not a big fan of PDA.”  

“‘t might be too late for that,” you could hear Yen mumble to herself.

“Come again?”

“Nothing!” she replied quickly, smiling and shrugging her shoulders. Then she started to work on her stuff again.

You opened your mouth to start protesting, already raising your hand to tickle her, completely forgetting the environment you were in, as the bell rang, signalling it was time for lunch.

In lightning speed Yen was standing beside you, all her things neatly packed into her bag. “Saved by the bell! Come on, let’s wash away these tears and get you some food, you must be starving! Did you eat breakfast?”

You hadn’t. “Hm! It’s delicious!”, you hummed a while later, after finally having gotten some food.

“Y/N, you’re eating a salad and there isn’t even any dressing on it,” Yen said, suspiciously ogling your food. With a quick motion, she picked up some of the leaves with her fork and stuffed them into her mouth.

“Hey! You have your own food!” you protested while protectively holding your arms over your tray.

“But I needed to see if your food was spiked or something. This tasted like nothing! How can you find this delicious?”

“If you had studied for three hours straight and were famished like me, you’d find it delicious too,” you mumbled, you fork hovering over your cake this time, because who cares about an order? Everything lands in the same spot anyways.

You were so invested in stuffing yourself with food before Yen could get another dumb idea, that you didn’t even hear the music, the moment it started playing through the speakers in the cafeteria. You only realised that something was off, when you saw that Yen hadn’t touched her food in a while, was looking at something or someone behind you and that the rest were oddly quiet as well.

Swallowing the last bite you had just taken, you turned around while cleaning your mouth with a napkin and saw Jaskier, and a grumpy looking Geralt, standing at the entrance of the mess hall. Both held a ukulele in their hands. “What the….”

“Wise men say only fools rush in, but I can’t help falling in love with you,” Jaskier started to sing, playing his ukulele perfectly timed to the music and walked in your direction while Geralt was awkwardly trying to get into the rhythm with him and trailed a few feet behind. “Shall I stay? Would it be a sin? If I can’t help falling in love with you?”

Jaskier turned around to Geralt, who just rolled his eyes and grunted at whatever face your boyfriend made, nonetheless, taking a big breath. “Like a river flows surely to the sea. Darlin’ so it goes, some things were meant to be!”

A big smile spread across your face as you heard Geralt sing, you couldn’t believe it! You started blushing, hiding your face in your hands, as Jaskier jumped onto one of the tables, kicked a tray away and sang on. “Take my hand, take my whole life too!”

“‘cause he can’t help falling in love with you!” a lot of people suddenly sang, causing you to sneak a peek through your hands and see how the majority of the cafeteria had stood up. Your chin fell to the ground and you quickly moved your hands to hide your open mouth.  

“Like a river flows surely to the sea. Darling so it goes, some things were meant to be!” Yen joined them.

You were shocked. Then you remembered her little slip up earlier and glared at her. That little… She knew it and she could have stopped it! She, however, just cheekily smiled at you and grabbed your hands, pulling you up from where you were sitting, while Jaskier jumped off the table he was still standing on.

“Take my hand, take my whole life too!” He handed his ukulele to Yen and took your hand instead.

“‘cause he can’t help falling in love with you,” Geralt and Yen sang.

“‘cause he can’t help falling in love with you,” the rest joined them.

Jaskier held your hand tightly as he leaned down, smiling at the way you brushed your hair out of your face with the other, clearly embarrassed by the attention you were getting, trying to do anything to hide your shaking hands so he wouldn’t realise it. Of course, he did, he knew everything about you and he wanted to know so much more. “But I can’t help falling in love with you!”

Maybe, just maybe after you had killed Jaskier for putting you through this, you might actually start to like PDA.

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Shirbert — whenever you're ready 1/1

Summary: The first time they touch doesn't go quite as planned—most plans rarely do. But Gilbert always has a way of bringing her back to herself.

Words: 1.4k

Rating: General Audiences

AN: Shirbert future fic because I’m trash for AWAE and S3 seems like forever and a day away.

Many thanks to my AWAE ladies @ofshipsandswans and @acourtoftruelove — you guys, if I fly it’s only because you have set me free. Like the song says, you are the wind beneath my wings (smh so corny but it's truuuuueee!)

Song (and title!) inspiration: Surrender by Natalie Taylor

Also on: ff.net | AO3

The first time Gilbert touches her, it is not a happy memory.

He caresses her wrist, lightly, feather touch even, but all it does is takes Anne back. Back to the Hammonds, where no one held her except to punish her, where Mrs. Hammond would grip her wrist so tight the skin around it would turn deathly white and she'd leave bruises the shape of her bony fingers (and even then it wouldn't be the worst bruise she'd receive because it would only be the prelude), where Mrs. Hammond would shove her outside and across the dirt, where her knees would be stained red and muddy as Mr. Hammond struck her with his choice of the birch switch or his belt, both of which she so despised, his mark hitting true despite being a drunkard, again and again, till her skin was a mottled red to match her hideous hair, till she hurt so badly that she couldn't bear to sit at all the next day and maybe even after then. She thought she was passed this so how strange it was to her, that this would all come flooding back after many a years living with the tender love of the Cuthberts, after knowing the warmth of Gilbert's reverent gaze. So she freezes, all the heat that he incites within her siphoned from that simple touch and she thinks, rather hysterically, that this is it—she has scared him into leaving her for she has revealed herself, her true self, the quiet, fearful child she's always tried to hide behind the pretty words, the brazen opinions, the foul temper and the wild calls for adventure. She is but a seagull with a crooked wing, doomed to be grounded. For what is a bird without flight? What could such a crippled thing deserve?

Certainly not Gilbert, she thinks desperately, with his doe-eyed sincerity and his pure heart. No, she certainly did not deserve Gilbert, and Gilbert certainly deserves more than a broken thing like her, with her cracked mind and her fragile, glass heart. She thinks of running and instead she runs her mouth for that's the fastest thing about her, Lord help her, she can't even break properly. And so she tells Gilbert all that she's never spoken of, not to the Cuthberts, not to Diana or Cole, not to herself, alone in her room during her evening prayers and not even to the darkest of nights or the most blinding of mornings when both feels as if the entire world was holding its breath in perfect stillness and everything that could ever happen in that moment was a secret between you and the heavens. She speaks and she speaks and she speaks till her words feel like spilled ink across a white carpet except she isn't pouring words, she's pouring her heart and it is bleeding bleeding bleeding over Gilbert's worn shoes and staining the wooden floorboards of his home and isn't that we she does? Because she is broken and she is a blotch and she is a shame and—

"Anne!"

A voice other than her own, his voice, startles her into silence. Softer, he tells her, "Breathe." And that's when she notices the shortness of her breath, the blackening at the edges of her vision. And so she tries to breathe but it suddenly feels as if she's forgotten how and the panic wells within her chest, a minuscule pin of an annoyance that grows into an anvil and she's lightheaded and—and—

"Breathe." Gilbert. He reminds her. "With me."

She focuses on his chest, on the way it rises and falls, on the way it expands as it fills with the sweet air of Spring and contracts as he exhales, the heat of it a fervent whisper against her already hot cheeks. She manages to catch her breath, only to have all her demons dancing across her mind, daring to steal it once again and just as she feels the depths of despair yawning before her and ready to drag her into its clawing grips, Gilbert brings her back, her name almost like a benediction on his lips. When their gazes meet, she feels awful struck for she has seen many looks on Gilbert's face, smug, bereaved, triumphant, defeated, joyous and resplendent, always resplendent, but never this, as if she were standing in front of a mirror.

"Anne..." he murmurs.

As if he was broken too.

"You're wrong," he declares with a shake of his head and they may be older but some things are far beyond the valleys of hope to ever change and the need to prove each other right almost overrides her fears. She is about to protest when he barrels on, ardently.

"You are not broken. You are a sculpture, you are clay. You're a mosaic of all these lives you've touched, lives that are made beautiful because of you." He smiles, the curl of his lip and the slightness of his eyes seeming to convey, Including mine.

(Which is silly, cause he has always been beautiful, even if she hasn't always wanted to admit it)

"And you are made beautiful because of all the wondrous things you give to the world." He stops smiling all of a sudden. It brings a new gravity to his next words, as weighted as the look in his eyes. "There has never been more whole a person as you."

And then.

Stillness.

Silence.

Her mind, for once, has gone quiet.

"I once asked you if you ever needed any dragons slayed and, this may be no dragon but—whatever you need of me, however impossible, just ask and I will do it because I'm always going to be here, for you. By your side is where I always wish to be,” and do her eyes deceive her or is that a blush blossoming in his cheeks? And she would dearly love to tease him, if she were sure her own face was not as heated from the passion with which he speaks, the air around them heavy with his pronouncement. “I mean, that is of course, if you'll have me. I'm yours," he murmurs, his palms supinely bared to her, kneeling as if she might actually be a queen and he, her loyal knight. "Use me as you please."

Use me, his mouth conveys.

Touch me, his eyes declare.

...

So she does.

Lightly, first, much as he did—a ghost of a touch. She pads a finger down the bridge of his nose only to make her way to the shapely arch of his brows. And then there are his cheeks edging to the cut of his jaw, rough from the hint of stubble and sharp enough to cut a diamond with. Which brings her to his lips, the softness of it contrasting oddly to his jawline. She traces the shape of it with her thumb, the cushion of that cupid's bow, the lambent curve of his smile. It's what makes her sink to his level as well though he remains that much taller. So much so that she must tip her head a tad back to meet his eyes, that scorching ashen scrutiny screaming at her, touchmetouchmetouchme—

Till, finally, unable to contain himself he utters, albeit beneath his breath, "Touch me."

"I'll do you one better," she grins because of course in the spirit of competition, she simply must, she places both her hands firmly on his chest—which had been gradually moving towards an erratic dance to match his breaths. And then she tilts her head.

And slants her lips atop his.

So, yes, perhaps when Gilbert Blythe first touches Anne Shirley-Cuthbert, it isn't the brightest of moments.

But when breathing each other in fades into the need to breathe at all, when Anne finds her hands buried into the thick strands of Gilbert's hair, when Gilbert discovers (and delights) in the futility of space between their bodies, their foreheads touching and his arms curled like vines around her waist, when their hearts feel utterly entwined it's as if they might fly out of their chests only to wrap themselves in one another as their bodies seemed to have done, well then.

That's when the moment Anne Shirley-Cuthbert touches Gilbert Blythe, really touches him, becomes a memory with enough light to power all of Canada, bright enough to rival all the stars in the universe.

Bright enough to set her shadow demons ablaze.

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