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typical-simplelove · 9 months

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Hidden Words (R. Spiers)

Summary: Ron comes home from the war, wanting quiet and solitude, but when a friend from his childhood saves him when he needs it, a new friendship is formed. What happens when the lines are blurred and demands are made? Can Ron recognize he can have peace and quiet amidst the noise?

Author's Note: This is my Secret Santa fic for @latibvles. Thank you for bearing with me, and I'm sorry this took a moment. Between the end of the semester and the jump right into the family and holiday stuff, I've barely had time to breathe. Nonetheless, here it is, and I hope you like it!

Warnings: implied!female reader; mentions of the war (canon typical); mentions of having/wanting children in the future;

Word Count: 6.9k

Ever since he returned home, his mother continuously tried to step him up on a date. She didn’t understand that he didn’t want that; no part of him was ready to date. For starters, how could he explain the things he’d seen—done—in the war to anyone, especially someone he should be spending the rest of his life with?

Besides, he doesn’t think it’s worth it to spend all this time working on opening himself up and getting to know someone only for the relationship not to work out. There’s no point in trying to make something work when he knows it won’t.

But his mother wants grandkids, so he can’t say that to her.

Since he came home from the war, it’s as if the entire world is dead-set on producing the next generation. While Ron sees no flaws in that, he doesn’t want to partake. It’s not that he doesn’t want kids; it’s the process of finding someone to have children with. The time and effort weren’t worth it to him if it could fall apart—either by war or personal faults.

But his mother wants this for him, and he can never say no to his mother.

Presently, Ron and his family are on their way to a block party, hosted by a couple of families down the road. He remembers the names—some of the people he grew up with.

As they get closer, he starts to feel the anxiety building up. Everywhere he goes where people remember him from his childhood, they immediately begin to thank him for his service and want him to tell his stories. While he knows they have good intentions, he’s not always in the mood to talk about his experiences overseas, and sometimes, he would prefer to pretend they never happened.

As expected, once they arrive at the small corner of the neighborhood where the party is being hosted, he’s surrounded by people who want to hear his stories and tales. There are so many voices, making different requests, that he isn’t able to pipe in and ask to have this conversation another time.

He looks around for his mother, but she’s nowhere to be found. First, she drags him to this gathering; then, she leaves him alone. He shakes his head, frustrated.

“Excuse me,” a voice pipes in from being Ron. “I need to borrow him for a moment.”

Their hand intertwines with Ron and begins to pull him towards one of the houses. The moment is so hurried that he doesn’t have a chance to look at the person who’s dragging him away—his savior.

He’s so shocked and confused that he doesn’t register to which house they’re heading towards. He doesn’t register the familiar steps of stairs or the familiar room he’s in or the recognizable bed he’s sat on.

“Hi,” Ron says when he finally recognizes that you’re his savior, and you brought him up to your childhood room. “Long time no see.”

You snort. “Yeah, well, there was this war in Europe; did you know about that?”

“Vaguely,” he replies, a small smile begging to be released. He can’t remember the last time he smiled. “Thanks for saving me.”

You nod. “You look horrified, and as much as that amuses me, I figured today wasn’t the day to be bombarded.”

Living just down the street from each other, your family and his family often interacted. For a while, your lives orbited around each other. There was nowhere you went where Ron didn’t follow closely behind. He was your shadow, just being happy to be around you, soaking in your aura and liveliness.

He would spend hours of his days with you, and if he wasn’t with you, he was thinking about you or talking about you to anyone who would listen.

By the time you both reached high school, your friendship wasn’t socially acceptable anymore, so you and Ron drifted. Anyone who knew Ron before high school would say that a part of him died or drifted away when you both stopped being friends. A chunk of his soul, personality, and heart was chiseled out, waiting to be put back when you returned.

By the time Ron went off to war, you were pretty much strangers to each other. But, even if he didn’t know it, there were still parts of him that longed for you.

Sitting on your childhood bed, looking at you as you organize all the guests’ belongings that were scattered around your room, small parts of the missing pieces of himself started to be pieced back together.

“Are you okay?” you ask him, a curious and amused look in your eyes.

He nods.

Deep down, he knew he wasn’t letting the friendship go again.

. . .

“I didn’t have the chance to make anything, so I just went to the store,” Ron apologizes as he begins to take out food containers and lays them out on the picnic blanket.

“You were going to cook? Wait, actually, you know how to cook?”

He gives you a faint eye roll. “Yes, I’m not entirely helpless, by the way. But also, my mom has been trying to domesticate me in the event I decide to settle down. That’s been her post-war plan for me.”

You nod, ignoring the small pitter-patter of your heart. What would it be like to live with a domesticated Ron?

Whoa, you’re not sure where those thoughts stem from, but as he opens up the containers and begins to make you a plate of your favorites, you couldn’t help but wonder. He took the initiative in planning this. He was never late, and if he was going to be late, he made sure to communicate it. He was always conscientious about your feelings and what you wanted to do. He was just—

Were your standards that low, or was Ron just genuinely that great?

“What was it like?”

“What was what like?” Ron inquires in between bites.

“The war, being overseas.”

In a matter of seconds, Ron’s entire body tenses up, and you see the muscles in his neck tighten. “I would rather not talk about that.”

You nod. “What about the people you served with?”

“Don’t,” Ron replies, sharp and pointed.

“I shouldn’t have asked, sorry.” You wanted to know, but you understood why he wouldn’t want to share this information with you. It wasn’t an easy experience or an easy topic to discuss. But did that give him the right to be that rude and abrasive with you?

“I shouldn’t have responded the way I did, though, and I apologize for that.”

“It’s okay,” you reply.

A few minutes of awkward and heavy silence follows. The only sounds are the other families laughing and talking as they take in the nice weather. Now, you feel incredibly bad for bringing it up, but a part of you feels almost rejected. He doesn’t feel comfortable enough around you to open up.

The only way you know to end this weirdness is to talk about stories from the people around you, so you dive into the stories of people in the neighborhood and work, throwing in little quips and jokes. It takes a minute for Ron’s icy exterior to melt, but soon, he’s laughing along with your jokes and making small comments here and there.

Despite the way he’s interacting in the conversation, you can’t help but feel that he’s holding back from you, still. It’s almost as if he doesn’t feel at ease with you right now.

But then he flashes you one of his brightest and rarest smiles and the way his eyes sparkle as he looks at you and the sunlight shrouding him in a glow sets your entire body on fire. He was always known for being guarded, so you shouldn’t be surprised he’s holding back from the difficult conversations with you. But he doesn’t smile like that for anyone, right? So that has to mean something.

He means something to you.

Yeah, you’re screwed.

. . .

All he said was to come to dinner. You didn’t know what to expect, but all he said was to come to dinner, and no, you shouldn’t bring anything, despite your insistence. Just yourself, he said.

Just yourself.

Those words echoed in your mind for the days and the hours that passed between him asking you to come and you arriving at his doorstep.

Just yourself.

You’re not someone who often reads into things, especially when it comes to things with romantic feelings involved. For the sake of self-preservation, you didn’t let yourself read into things, but with Ron, you couldn’t help yourself. With every interaction you have with him, you so badly want it to be more.

Does Ron asking you to go to his mom’s house for family dinner mean something, or are you supposed to go only as friends?

The spiraling and spinning thoughts don’t stop as Ron welcomes you into the house, takes your jacket, and you shrug off your shoes. Did his fingers linger on your shoulders for a brief moment? Did he hug you a little longer than necessary, than normal? Did he give you a small smile, his eyes twinkling with a purpose? Did he treat everyone else this way, or were you special?

You so badly wanted to be special.

As the night went on and you were reintroduced to Ron’s family that you remember from when you were growing up, you pretended not to recognize the curious and interesting looks they gave you and Ron. You ignored the way their eyes drifted to where his hand was guiding you on your back or the way his hands rested on your shoulders when he was introducing you to someone. You ignored their pointed looks as he whispered in your ears every now and then or the looks he gave you.

No one wanted to say it or ask it, fearing the glare Ron would send them.

As much as you wanted them to ask or say something, you didn’t want to know what he would say. You didn’t want your worst fears to be confirmed.

“No,” Ron says, interrupting your thoughts as you make your way to the dinner table, finding a seat on one end of the table, not near where Ron was sitting. He rests his hands on your waist and guides you toward the other end of the table where he’s sitting next to his mom.

“I can sit there.”

“No.”

“Ron—”

“Don’t make me carry you over there. I want to sit next to you.”

“Okay,” you reply softly, ignoring the pitter-patter of your heart with the meaning of his words.

As the meal progresses, you’re sitting, chatting with the people around you, and you nearly jump out of your chair when Ron’s arm goes to rest along your shoulders. No way you can’t read into that, right? Ron’s not known for being a touchy person. That’s how it was growing up, but recently, with you, you can’t help but wonder if that reputation no longer exists for him—at least not with you. He was constantly trying to have some part of his body against yours, but was that something you could read into?

Your thoughts are interrupted when one of Ron’s aunts calls your name from somewhere across from you. “Are you single?”

You nod, taken aback. “Waiting for the right person to come along.”

“Well, if Ron isn’t going to do anything and give you an honest life, I have a few children and nieces and nephews who can and will.”

“Um, thank you.” You’re not sure how to respond to Ron’s aunt, but you look toward the man in question, trying to see what his reaction will be.

He gives you a small, courteous smile, a smile he never uses with you, a smile he only reserves for those he doesn’t want to talk to. He never uses that smile on you, but tonight, he did. “You can do whatever you want with your romantic life. We’re friends, right?”

Oh.

“Right,” you reply, turning your head away from him and back to your plate.

There goes that.

The way you turned away from him made Ron’s heart drop. You’ve never turned away from him like that, so dejected. The normal fire and spirit you have with Ron disappeared. He watched the sparkle in your eyes die right there in from of him. But he doesn’t know where he went wrong. You’re allowed to do whatever you want; he will never try to control you. He was just telling his nosey aunt the truth. You’re friends, and you can date whomever you want—not that any of his cousins were good enough for you.

The rest of the night continued, but a nagging feeling pulled at his heart as a deep pit opened in his stomach, and he had no idea where it came from. All he knows is that as he watched you help his mother with the dishes, the string on his heart pulled against him, warming his body in places he never knew possible. As he watched you do puzzles with his younger cousins, he couldn’t help the warm fuzzy feeling that he felt to the tips of his fingers.

When you hugged him goodbye, he knew he never wanted to let you go. He wanted to hold you against his body forever—keeping you safe from the world.

Ron couldn’t explain the agony in his body as he watched you walk to your car and drive away.

Maybe he wouldn’t mind spending the rest of his life with you. He wouldn’t mind making his life for you.

Well, what does that mean?

. . .

Ron’s mother was at her reading club for the night, so Ron invited you over for dinner. He promised a “home-cooked meal, don’t give me that face,” and it excited you. Despite your realized feelings for the man, you can’t help but want to spend your time with him. You know that nothing will ever come of your feelings for Ron, but you can’t stay away from your friend. The happiness it brings you is indescribable.

But you have an exit plan when you feel yourself getting too much in your head (and delusional) around Ron.

Setting boundaries, you promised yourself. That was the only way you’d be able to spend time around him and not go crazy, breaking your heart.

As Ron welcomes you into his mother’s home, the smells from the kitchen hit your nose, and you’re instantly warm and fuzzy as if you’ve been wrapped in a warm blanket. Once your coat and shoes are off, Ron takes your hand and guides you toward the kitchen, giving you a soft smile as he watches you walk through his childhood home.

You’ve been down this hallway, seeing all the pictures of little Ron, many, many times, but there’s something different about it now for Ron. There’s a new meaning and feeling to it for him.

But he just chalks it up to being happy that it’s finally peacetime. That he can enjoy moments like these without the fear of being bombed or killed. The people and things most important to him are safe.

“Penne-vodka,” Ron answers when you inquire about what you’re making.

Your favorite, you think to yourself, trying to hide the toothy smile begging to be released.

“Your favorite, right?” he asks, a small twinkle in the corner of his eyes. You give him a small nod, and Ron can’t help the triumphant, happy feeling deep in his chest.

Ron turns back to the stove, stirring the pot, and you take the time to watch him cook. He’s different than high school, and as your eyes roam over his body, you’re appreciative of the changes his body has undertaken since graduating. The very good changes.

“Have you talked to anyone from our graduating class since being back?” you ask after a few minutes of silence.

“Not really,” he replies, short and to the point. “It’s not something I’m too keen on.”

“Why’s that?” you question in between bites of bread.

He shrugs, ending the conversation there.

Right, that’s Ron’s new thing. If he doesn’t want to talk about something, he’ll shut down. These conversations only happen on his time—which means never. While you understand that some topics may be too difficult for him to talk about, you wish it wasn’t so hard to talk with him. Often, you were the one who was starting the conversation, pretty much begging for Ron to say something. You knew he was engaged in the conversation because he maintained constant eye contact, laughed at your jokes, smiled at the appropriate times, and nodded when needed. But it felt like you were the only one who made an effort to talk. Sure, Ron was a quiet person, but there’s a difference between being a quiet person and letting the conversation be one-sided.

Besides, it was you. If Ron couldn’t talk to you, then he couldn’t talk to anyone. Or was it that he wouldn’t talk?

Why did it hurt you that Ron kept his words hidden and tucked away from you? You were supposed to be one of the people he trusted the most, so why couldn’t he untuck those words with you?

As you help Ron set the table to eat, you recall the time a few weeks back when you went to Ron’s for a family dinner. You remember that he didn’t say anything really to his relatives. While that made you feel slightly better, it didn’t fully appease your feelings. At least you knew that it wasn’t just you that he held back with, but then again, it was you, and there was no change.

As the meal continues, you put your confusion and doubts to the side. It didn’t matter his lack of talking or conversation because the safety, comfort, and warmth you felt around Ron significantly outweighed the talking issue. Even if you only got friendship out of him, you knew that you couldn’t go the rest of your life without the way he made you feel.

He made you feel safe and loved (even if platonically), and that by far was one of the most important things to you about finding a partner—romantically or platonically.

The rest of the night passed in quiet moments and short conversations, but it was never awkward. That’s how Ron was. There was no need to compensate for the lack of conversation because the quiet wasn’t awkward. It was secure and calm. It was the kind of quiet that came from years and years of learning and growing around the person you loved.

Well, shit, you chose to ignore that.

When it was about time for you to head home, you began to voice a goodbye, and Ron led you towards the front door where he helped you put on your coat.

“Wait, hold on,” Ron says as you’re putting on your shoes. “I have something for you.”

He quickly makes his back to the kitchen and comes back with a tray of food. You already had a large container filled with leftover Penne vodka, so you’re confused about what he was now handing you.

“I made you mac and cheese,” he tells you softly, the cheeks and the tips of his ears tinged red. “You can either put it all in the oven at once, or heat up chunks separately. I don’t know why I told you that because I’m sure you know how to cook for yourself. Anyway, I’ll help you take it out to your car.”

You can’t help the silly smile that takes over your face. You try to fight it, but the smile is there if Ron’s reddening face is any indication. You’ve wanted this boy to talk to you, and by the time you finally get him to say more than two sentences to you, he’s a stern, babbling, blushing mess. It was cute.

“Thank you, Ron,” you tell him, the smile heard in your voice. He nods and makes his way to put on his shoes and walk you to your car.

With the food and leftovers securely placed in your backseat, you and Ron linger at the driver’s side door. You’re leaning against the car as Ron stands close to you, towering over both you and the car. His eyes are searching your face for any indication of what to do next.

“Thank you for having me and cooking for me,” you finally say. You didn’t want to leave, but it was getting late, and his mother will be home soon.

“You’re always welcome here,” he tells you, his eyes sincere and honest. You nod. Without thinking, you lean forward and briefly kiss Ron on his cheek, your lips burning when you pull away, but it’s not any comparison to the way his cheek burns around where you kissed him. Out of the corner of your eye, you notice the way Ron’s hand stiffens into a fist as he processes what just happened. His breath is shaky and fast as you pull back, and his eyes are in a daze.

This time, you’re able to hide your smile as Ron’s face turns crimson red.

“I’ll see you soon,” you tell him, unlocking your car and getting ready to leave. “Good night.”

Ron stands there in a daze as you drive away, too confused to move. He’s standing there, unsure of what just happened and why his body reacts the way it did.

When his mother returns home almost twenty minutes later, Ron is still standing there.

“Is everything okay?” she asks as she walks over to Ron. That seems to mostly pull him out of his daze.

“She kissed me,” is all he says, and his mother smiles.

“You’re a lucky guy.”

He nods. “Very lucky.”

If only he could control his body temperature and heartbeat then maybe he’d be able to figure out what just happened.

. . .

“Do you remember Arden from middle school?” you prompt, your heart tugging at the meaning of your words.

Ron thinks for a moment, his thumb drawing circles around your ankle. You’re sitting on the couch in the living room of his mother’s home. She’s out, so you feel comfortable resting against one of the armrests, your feet in Ron’s lap. You’re reading a book. The minute your legs rested in Ron’s lap, he placed his arms on your ankles, tracing small patterns, leaving trails of fire in his fingertips’ wake.

“Yes,” Ron voices, his tone neutral. He doesn’t know where this is going, but if it’s going where he thinks it’s going, he’s not going to appreciate it.

“They asked me out,” you say after a few moments.

“Why are you telling me this?” Ron asks, terser than you expected. You’re taken aback by his response.

“Because you’re my friend—one of my best friends—and we tell each other things,” you reply. “Well, at least I tell you things.”

“What does that mean?” Ron asks, him now taken aback.

“It means you don’t tell me anything. I know nothing about your life since we finished high school, and what I do know, your parents have told me. It’s not fair for me to be the only one to share things! I don’t exist as a form of entertainment for you.”

“That’s not fair.”

You know it’s not entirely fair.

“I don’t have to share what the war was like for me,” Ron spits back. But that’s not what you’re referencing, and deep down, you know that he knows that, too.

“It’s not just that,” you reply. “I’m not talking about that. You’re not required to tell me anything about your time in the war, and that’s not what I’m asking for. There’s so much more to your life that you choose not to tell me about. It’s not fair or right that I’m an open book, and you take it all in, not giving anything back in return.”

“Don’t do that.”

“You know everything about me, and I know pretty much nothing about you, and I’m tired of that.” A deep sigh leaves your mouth. “You don’t need to tell me everything, but I shouldn’t be disappointed in the lack of open communication between us. It’s as if you don’t trust me.”

“How can you say that? I trust you more than anyone else in this world!” Ron hears the rise in the volume of his voice. He leans back on the couch, trying to stop himself from yelling because you’re right. He doesn’t share much with you. As much as he wants to share with you, he can never get himself to say anything, and it’s not just about the war. He’s holding back; he knows he is.

“I’m going to leave.”

“No, please, don’t,” Ron pleads. Despite this, he releases his hold on your ankles. He won’t hold you back despite how badly he wants to.

“You have no idea how much you mean to me, Ron.” It’s a thinly veiled confession of love, and you know Ron picks up on it, but you know he won’t say anything or give you a response.

“What makes you think I want that?” So, he was going to address it, but it still got you fuming.

“I don’t! That’s the whole point! You don’t talk to me, so I have no idea what’s going on in your mind! I don’t want to waste my time, but I don’t want to spend my time with anyone else but you!”

You’re staring at him, begging for him to say something, anything. If he told you it was all in your head, you’d believe him. All he needed to say was anything, but you know he won’t. That’s not the kind of person Ron is. He has his walls up; he always has. The war only reinforced them, and while you can’t blame him for keeping things to himself, you can’t help but feel that your worth in his eyes diminished because of his lack of want to share. It’s almost as if you don’t mean as much to him as he means to you. It’s as if you’re more invested than he is in this relationship—platonic or romantic.

It’s not fair to think those thoughts, but he’s not saying anything to you. He’s not making you feel any better. If he really cared for you in any way, he would say something, right? Ron’s perceptive. He very likely has a clue to what you’re feeling, but you also know he won’t say anything. He stays away from uncomfortable conversations because he isn’t comfortable having them.

“I’m going to leave, now,” you finally decide. “It’s not fair for me to keep hanging around when I clearly don’t mean that much to you.”

“You’re wrong,” Ron spills, reaching out to gently grab your hand. You know that he could have held you tighter, but he didn’t. That makes your heart melt, despite the conclusions you’re gathering tonight. He’s giving you the ability to walk away.

“Tell me why.” You’re looking deep into his eyes, and you want to read into all the looks he’s giving you, but you won’t. Not anymore.

A few minutes pass where you’re looking at him, silently begging him to say something.

“I’m leaving now. Please don’t contact me unless you genuinely understand where I’m coming from or why I’m doing this.” With that, you shake your hand out of Ron’s hold, walking away from him, your heart breaking with every step you take.

As he watches you walk out the door, fuming in anger, confusion, and frustration, Ron can’t help but wonder if he let the best love of his life walk away forever.

. . .

A few days pass, and Ron feels a deep aching in his soul. He watches the phone for hours, begging and hoping you’ll call. He knows you won’t call. He knows the cards are in his hands. That doesn’t mean he knows what to do.

Well, he knows what to do, but he doesn’t know if he’s capable of carrying it out.

Ron doesn’t know where to start.

There’s so much of what you said that’s bothering him, but he can’t tell why it’s bothering him. Maybe it’s because of the way your words pierced a hole through his heart, but then again, there are so many other feelings and things that only came out in his heart, mind, stomach, and body whenever you were around. Are those things connected?

The first thing that made his blood boil and had Ron seeing red was the idea of you going on a date with someone. In theory, the person who asked you out (they who shall not be named) isn’t objectively a bad person, but Ron just doesn’t want you with them. Why would you spend your time with they who shall not be named when you can spend your time with Ron? He doesn’t understand why he’s feeling this angry about you spending your time with someone else.

It’s a date, Ron tries to reason with himself. I can’t give that to her.

But could he?

Those thoughts ran through his mind one night at 2 am when Ron couldn’t fall asleep. Could he give you all of your wants and desires romantically? Could he find it in himself to give you a life with more than just friendship? Objectively, Ron knows that out of all the people in the world, you’re the best option to build a life with, and you’re the only person Ron knows he can handle. But that’s not fair to you, to be the last resort (or is it the best resort? Ron hasn’t gotten there, yet.) or someone to “handle.”

The thought of spending the rest of his life with you freaks him, but it also comforts him. Who knew someone could feel both at the same time? Is this what it means to love someone?

Once he has that singular thought, your other comments spring up in his mind, pushing away any thoughts of love.

It’s not fair or right that I’m an open book, and you take it all in, not giving anything back in return.

The war broke Ron. He was already broken, but the war broke him in ways that he never knew he could break. He’s so broken that he couldn’t imagine subjecting you to that. But that’s my decision to make, Ron, he could hear you saying if he voiced those words to you. And imaginary-you is right. It’s intimately clear that you know what you’d be getting when it comes to Ron, and it would be your choice to choose to make a life with him, but he doesn’t want to hurt you. He knows he can prevent that pain if he keeps you at arm’s length.

But that’s the problem, isn’t it? Ron doesn’t want that. He wants you as close to him as molecularly possible. He wants to stay away, but he can’t. That’s the effect you have on him.

He thinks he has it all figured out, and then he remembers the pain in your eyes as you walked away, and when you said,

It’s not fair for me to keep hanging around when I clearly don’t mean that much to you.

He’s already hurt you. By not having the capacity or the ability to tell you just how much you mean to him, he hurt you. You think you mean nothing to him when the truth is the exact opposite. You are his entire world, the reason his heart keeps beating, and the reason he takes a breath. But it’s gone.

He’s never going to be able to tell you how much you mean to him. He’s never going to tell you how much he loves you.

That thought scares him but also excites him. He’s always been so afraid to think that of himself, but when it’s connected to you, it’s okay. He loves you and knows he’s not good at loving, but somehow, loving you is much better than anything else. He knows that because it’s you, he’ll find a way to fix his shit and be the best possible person for you. But he knows that you won’t let him go and you won’t let him fall. Loving you is the best thing he can do because he found someone who will hold on with their entire being, and Ron knows that he’ll hold onto you with his entire being.

Loving you means that he takes those scary steps in opening up and being vulnerable. For so long, it was ingrained in Ron’s mind and survival that he couldn’t be vulnerable. Now, he’s learned that in some instances, it’s important not to be vulnerable, and in other circumstances, it’s okay to be vulnerable and open. Being vulnerable is okay because there’s someone there who will take your vulnerability and build a wall around you to the point that you’re safe and comfortable.

And Ron knows that person is you.

You’ll take his fragility, emotions, and vulnerability and make it your own. You’ll protect him and love him, and you won’t hurt him because he chose to be fully himself around you.

Because that’s what love does.

Love cures. Love protects. Love endures. But most importantly, love loves.

Ron loves you.

He loves you.

He loves you so wholly that he wants to spill his entire world right at your feet. He wants to lay everything at your feet, but he knows it will take time and patience. He knows that you’re that person who will let him get there, and he knows that he’ll love you for it and make it worth your while to give him the time and the way to be vulnerable.

For a moment, Ron’s scared that maybe he lost his chance with you, but then he remembers something you said that struck him deep in his heart, not knowing the effect it had:

I don’t want to waste my time, but I don’t want to spend my time with anyone else but you!

He knows it’s not guaranteed that you’ll let him back in your life, but he knows he has a small chance. He knows he has a small chance to tell you how much he loves you and to show you that he’s worth it. He’s worth taking a risk for because you’re worth taking a risk for.

You’re worth everything to Ron, and it’s about time he finds the words to tell you.

Maybe all he needs to start with is three little words.

. . .

“You’re right,” Ron blurts out, barely letting you open your door.

“I mean, yeah, but why do you say that?” you say, a small smile on your face despite the conversation you both had a few nights ago.

“That it’s not fair of you to be the only one to share things. I’m not ready to tell you everything, and I don’t know if I ever will be able to tell you some parts of what happened to me, but I want to try. But you’re right, there’s so much more to that than just the war, and it’s not fair of me to have made you feel lesser because I’m not emotionally capable of telling you things or being the person you needed me to be. ”

“Ron—”

This was everything you wanted him to say to you, but does it change anything?

He shakes his head. “If I want to be with you and make a life with you, I shouldn’t be a ghost to you. I shouldn’t be someone you know nothing about.”

“You don’t have to tell me anything you’re uncomfortable with,” you attempt to reassure. “That wasn’t the point.” And that was the truth.

Ron nods, and a small smile tugs at his lips. If only he knew the things he could make you do with just that small smile. “I’ve always been afraid of people knowing too much about me, but I guess the part of falling in love is learning to trust the most important person in your life, and I trust you. I trust you. I want to tell you all the words that are building up in my mind because you’re the only person I want to share them with. I have so many words built up in my mind that it feels like my body will explode. I never wanted to try with anyone else, but you make me want to do better and be better. Even if this goodbye, I’m still going to make an effort for all the people that matter in my life.”

“If it feels like your body is going to explode, maybe you should go to the doctor. That can’t be a good sign.”

A chuckle of disbelief leaves Ron’s mouth as he shakes his head.

“What?” you question. No response follows. Ron gently grabs your upper arm and pushes you into your home as he lets himself inside. Gently and with reluctance, he lets go of your arms and shoves off his shoes.

“I tell you I’m in love with you and I trust you, and the only thing you got from that was maybe I should go to the doctor?”

“Oh, oops.”

“Yeah, oops,” Ron mocks, one of the widest smiles you’ve ever seen stripes his face. “I’m falling in love with you, and I don’t want to lose you.”

“You’re not going to lose me, and you never were going to lose me.”

He shakes his head. “You really know how to make a man’s heart weaken and emasculate him. But I guess I deserve this bit of agony and anguish.”

“I’m not doing anything!”

“I’m telling you I love you, and you keeping skipping over that part.”

“Because you keep saying things that warrant my more imminent response!” you defend.

“You’re doing it again,” Ron points, stepping towards you.

“No, I don’t think so.”

“I’m going to try something,” Ron teases. He’s never teased you before. That was new; it was a new tone to his voice that you wouldn’t mind hearing for the rest of your life.

“What’s that?” your voice shaky. You can’t tell if he can hear you over the rattling of your heart, but by the twinkling in his eyes, you know that he’s in complete control, hoping to elicit a response from you.

“I love you.”

It takes a few seconds for you to register what he’s saying. A few blinks help your visual field clear up. Those three little words wipe the air out of your lungs. The ringing in your ears matches the beat of your heart as you process those three little words. For so long, you’ve been waiting for Ron to utter those three words. You didn’t want to be the first one to say those words. He’s so incredibly guarded that you weren’t sure if you were making up how you felt or how he felt, but now you know. You’ve been waiting so long to hear him finally tell you those three little words, and you have no idea what to do next.

“Hey,” Ron whispers, gently lifting your chin to match his eyeline, taking you out of your thoughts. “What’s going on in your mind? Did I say the wrong thing?”

“What—what did you say?” Your breath is shaky, words finally leaving your lips.

“Do you promise that if I say it again, you promise not to silently spiral?”

“No.”

Ron chuckles. “Fair enough.”

A few seconds pass. You’re looking deep into his eyes. You want to say it to him, but you’re unsure if you dreamed it. But also, the way he said those words, his voice deep and husky did so many things to your body that you needed to hear it again.

“I love you.” A small, nervous smile tugs at his lips as he looks at you expectantly. It takes you a few seconds to get your bearings straight, but when you do, a wide smile overcomes your face, and instantly, Ron knows you’re on the same page as him. In a matter of milliseconds, Ron pulls you against his chest, nuzzling his face against your neck, taking in deep breaths, laced with your calming scent. He’s whispering small “I love you”s into your neck as your arms find their way around his shoulders, your fingers creeping into his hair.

Despite wanting to be in his embrace for the rest of your life, you pull back slightly, your nose resting against his. “I love you,’ you whisper, wanting so badly to close the gap between your lips and kiss him.

“You have no idea how much I love you,” Ron replies, his lips brushing against yours. It doesn’t take much for you both to lean in, closing the gap, resting your lips on each other’s. It’s a soft kiss, hesitant and scary. There are still things that need to be sorted out, but right now, things are alright. Things are okay. The basis and the foundation are there.

You love each other. Without that, nothing else matters. With that, you and Ron can build and develop things from there. With love, all the hidden words will no longer be tucked away, slowly finding their way to the surface.

The future is uncertain, and there’s no telling if this will work out. But because you and Ron love each other, everything and anything is possible. With love, the future is endless.

Fin.

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in-the-shadow-of-the-blog · 1 year

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In the Shadow of Courtship

Summary: Sebastian gets a glimpse of MC's social life outside of Hogwarts, but he doesn't like what he sees. (Sebastian Sallow x f!MC)

Rating: PG

Warnings: Jealousy and light swearing.

Word count: 2.6k

A/N: Despite my best efforts, I’m sure there are some historical inaccuracies in this one. Sebastian being jealous of muggle courtship is my new favorite thing, apparently.

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Sebastian had re-read her last letter dozens of times, but he kept coming back to one part of it.

My parents insisted on throwing a ball to celebrate my brother’s engagement. Before Hogwarts, I would have been excited at the prospect, but now it just sounds boring and miserable. I would rather be in the highlands doing, well, anything else.

Something in her words made him decide it was time to pay a visit, which is how he know found himself standing outside her house. And Merlin’s Beard, what a house it was. She had mentioned her family being well-off in passing, but the grand house in front of him was more than he expected. Surely the fancy building in front of him was not where his practical, down to earth MC lived.

But there was no mistaking it. It was exactly where she had described, and Sebastian heard music coming from within the house.

The disillusionment charm let him hide among the bushes easily, even if he felt a little foolish sneaking around. If Sebastian was honest with himself, though, he had come for one reason, and that was to spy. He wanted to see what this muggle ball looked like; he wanted to see what MC was like when she was at home with her muggle parents.

He snuck around the side of the house, finding himself below a narrow window. The window was open, feminine voices traveling on the warm evening air.

“If Mr. Royce wishes to dance with you, then you should let him.” The voice was not unlike MC’s, but more mature.

“I don’t wish to lead him on. We’ve talked about where my future lies.”

“Darling, you have a whole world of opportunities I never had, and I am thrilled for you. But until you are settled, properly settled, I think you should keep all your options open. Anything could happen before you come of age, and I couldn’t forgive myself if I allowed you to let any chance at happiness slip through your fingers.”

MC huffed. “But mother-“

“My dear, he isn’t going to ask you to marry him tonight. Simply make sure you don’t give him a reason to cast his eye elsewhere. Just enjoy a pleasant evening with a handsome man and leave it at that.”

“Yes, mother.” He frowned at the defeat in MC’s voice. That wasn’t the MC he knew at all. If this was how she had to behave at home, no wonder she preferred life at Hogwarts.

“There’s that beautiful smile. Come, we should join the party before our absence is noticed,” said MC’s mother.

The room fell quiet.

Sebastian followed the side of the building led by the muffled sound of music striking up. He came to a row of large windows facing a wide yard. Though none of the windows were open, the noise on the other side made it evident where the event was shrine held. Slowly, Sebastian raised his head to peek through the window.

Couples filled the ballroom, dancing in synchrony with the music. There were just as many people around the perimeter of the room, watching the dancers glide across the floor. There was only one person Sebastian wanted to see, and he felt his chest tighten the moment he finally laid eyes on her.

MC had said in her letter that she wasn’t interested in the ball, that the thought of it filled her with misery. She had just said as much to her mother. She certainly didn’t look miserable to Sebastian.

Dark brown hair and a dashing smile, belonging to her dance partner, held her rapt attention. The handsome muggle led her through the waltz, twirling her around the room. MC wore a peaceful smile, laughing and talking with him as they moved among the other dancers.

“You must be Mr. Royce,” Sebastian growled under his breath. His fists clenched at his sides. That should be him in there, dancing with MC. Holding her like that. Making her laugh. Someone who could appreciate her fully.

And appreciate her, Sebastian did. Even though his rage at the muggle pawing at his girl, he noticed every detail about MC. The fabric and trim of her dress matched her house colors, complimenting ribbons pinned in her hair. Sebastian eyed the silver and emerald necklace sitting at her throat, catching the light as she danced. Of course Royce would be falling over himself for her attention; she was radiant.

The dance ended, and Royce escorted MC away. He guided her by the arm, gently tugging her in the other direction when someone else moved to approach them.

Selfish arse. Probably doesn’t even know what her favorite treats are. Or her favorite muggle books. You don’t deserve her.

For the first time in a very long time, the word of a spell danced on the tip of his tongue. Something he promised never to speak again. Conjuring an image of Royce on the floor, writhing in pain.

Sebastian closed his eyes, pushing the thought from his mind. She wouldn’t want that. She wouldn’t want you to do that.

The band was already striking up a song for the next dance. Sebastian couldn’t stomach watching any more of the ball, to see her in the arms of someone who didn’t know her like he did. But instead of apparate home, he wandered around the perimeter of the house, lost in thought.

Maybe he didn’t know MC as well as he thought. He’d heard her mother say it; she would play them both until she secured the better offer. Well, Sebastian certainly couldn’t give her what Royce could, with his muggle money and impressive dance skills. The life MC was accustomed to could not be found in the highlands, in Feldcroft, with him.

But what hurt Sebastian the most was the thought that he deserved to feel this way. Because he didn’t deserve MC, not after what he’s done. He tried to, Merlin knows, but he just wasn’t good enough for her. He never would be. She deserved to be happy, and the cold truth that he might not be the one to do that settled in the pit of his stomach like stone.

So he found himself in the side yard, glaring at a trellis of roses whose buds were closed to the night air. Hidden in the shadows, Sebastian stewed in his dark thoughts, sinking into the depths where he belonged. He didn’t notice when the door opened and someone stepped out into the yard behind him.

But the sigh got his attention.

He turned to see her leaning against the door through which she had exited. Her face was shadowed, barely lit from the light escaping from the windows and the moon rising overhead. But he would know her anywhere, from the shape of her body to the tilt of her head, but especially that sigh.

“MC?” He asked, stepping forward into the half light of the yard.

MC covered her mouth, swallowing a yelp of surprise. “Sebastian! What are you doing here?”

Her heart leapt at the sight of him, and for a moment she thought he was a conjugation of her imagination. Merlin knew she had been employing it all night, imagining Sebastian freckled features in place of Royce’s condescending smile.

Then he spoke.

“Never seen a muggle ball. Thought I’d see what’s so boring about them. Though, doesn’t seem boring to me.”

She stiffened at the bite in his voice. “Is something the matter?”

Sebastian folded his arms. “Of course not. Why would something be wrong? Looks like everyone is having a wonderful time.”

Not here to ask for a dance, then. She stepped toward, mirroring his crossed arms. “Well something’s clearly gotten into you. You come all this way, without even telling me, just to skulk in the shadows? Talk to me.”

“Coming here was a mistake, MC.” He couldn’t look her in the eye. “I’ll let you get back to your charming gentleman friend.”

Her hand was circling his wrist before he saw her move. “Sebastian, you aren’t going anywhere until you tell me what’s wrong.”

“Fine!” Sebastian hissed, wrenching out her grasp. He couldn’t stand the feel of her touch, not right now. “What’s wrong is that I learned you’ve been stringing me along all year, and then you come home to your real boyfriend over the summer. I never thought you capable of such disloyalty.”

MC recoiled as if he had struck her. With the hurt in her eyes, he may as well have. “How could you say that? After everything over the last two years. How dare you.”

“Well what else am I supposed to think?” Instead of angry, his voice was soft with defeat. “You said you would be bored and yet here you are, in the arms of another man.”

She answered with a scoff. “Just because I have to dance with someone to keep up appearances doesn’t mean I’m enjoying it.”

“You looked pretty happy to me.”

MC’s fingers itched with the need to slap him. How else could get some sense into his thick head? “Sebastian Sallow, either you’re an idiot or you need to get your eyes checked. “Happy” is the very last word I would use to describe myself tonight.”

“Oh really?”

“Really. Because I missed you.” MC sniffed. “At least I thought I did. If you’ve only come here to level hurtful accusations at me, then you should leave.”

MC grabbed his wrist again and turned his hand palm up. Fingers trembling, she unclasped the silver and emerald necklace and dropped it into his hand. “You can take that with you.”

“What’s this?”

“A gift from my brother. He gave it to me when I came home with your scarf, something I could wear that wouldn’t draw the same attention.” She clicked her tongue. “I don’t think I need it anymore.”

Sebastian looked down at the necklace sitting in his palm, then back at MC. She was smoothing her dress, trying to regain her composure after their bitter argument. All she really wanted was to go to her room, but her family would never forgive her for such a display. She looked at Sebastian, narrowing her eyes at him one more time before schooling her features into the mask of serenity she would need inside.

Realization struck Sebastian like lightning. He really had to be the biggest idiot in all of Britain. He should have seen it the whole time.

He should have seen that the smile didn’t reach her eyes. Noticed that her face was devoid of the many emotions he had seen cross it so many times. Realized that her eyes held a faraway look as she dreamed of the many other things she would rather be doing, places she would rather be. Sebastian bet he could name them all.

Royce would never know the real MC. Not like he did. Royce would never call her his own. Not like Sebastian could.

If he hadn’t just lost her forever.

“MC, wait.”

She stopped, hand on the doorknob, stiffly waiting for him to continue.

“You’re right. I’m being stupid.”

“Come round, have you?” She snapped.

He stepped closer. “I’m sorry. I never should have said those things. I can’t believe I ever thought them in the first place.” He swallowed. “It’s just…”

MC looked at him over her shoulder. “Just what?”

“I’m so scared to lose you.”

The words hung in the air between them. Sebastian took a breath, feeling a weight lifting from his chest with his admission. That was the truth of it; he had already lost so many people he cared about. Some of that loss was his own fault, and he lived with his regret every day. He couldn’t bear it if he lost MC, too.

She was in front of him now. “Then don’t push me away,” he said quietly. “Or have you never heard of a self-fulfilling prophecy?”

His next breath was shaky. “I know I don’t deserve any more forgiveness from you, but I’ll ask for it anyway.”

MC couldn’t help the smile tugging at her lips. “I could be convinced.”

He looked up at her in surprise. “I’ll do whatever it takes.”

“I’m waiting.”

“Turn around,” he whispered.

The emerald pendant whispered along her skin as Sebastian replaced the necklace. His fingers danced over her neck, lingering as he secured the clasp. She was grateful for the darkness to hide the flush that followed.

When he finished, she turned to look at him again, their eyes meeting properly for the first time that night. Sebastian held her hands in his, pulling her close. “I just don’t want you to forget about me when we’re apart.”

“Sebastian, I could never.”

“I know. I never should have doubted you.”

His thumb traced the curve of her mouth before his lips found hers. His fingered the material of her dress over hips, suddenly consumed with thoughts of what it would be like to take it off her. Sebastian broke the kiss, then, worried about getting carried away.

“You’re all I think about when I’m away from Hogwarts,” she whispered. “All I dream about.”

Maybe there was nothing wrong with getting carried away.

Her fingers twined in Sebastian’s hair as he kissed her neck, the silver chain of the necklace scraping his lips. MC moaned in his ear and he pulled her tight against him.

“What’s going on out here?” Mrs. MC’s voice hissed from the doorway. MC and Sebastian jumped apart. “Get inside before your father sees you!”

MC looked sheepishly at her mother. Certainly not how I intended them to meet. She trailed her thumb along the column of Sebastian’s neck. “I’ll write you. Tomorrow.”

“I can’t wait,” he whispered.

MC kissed him on the cheek, stopping for one last, longing look in his eyes. Her mother’s impatient sigh quickened her steps back into the house, but not before she glanced back at him one more time, tasting him on her lips.

Before closing the door, Mrs. MC swept outside, staring down at him. “You must be the young man she keeps going on about. Sebastian, isn’t it?”

It was incredible how much MC resembled her, and he had to admit Mrs. MC was still quite beautiful. He wondered if this was a glimpse at what growing old with MC would be like. “Yes, ma’am.” Sebastian stumbled over the words.

Best interests in mind or not, Sebastian reminded himself that she was still the reason MC was dancing with a man who couldn’t make her happy. He licked his lips nervously, remembering their kiss. He’ll never get to kiss her like that. He’s probably rubbish at it, anyway.

“MC doesn’t tell me much about what happens at school. Is she truly happy there? Is she doing all right?”

He wouldn’t have tried to keep the adoration from his voice even if he thought himself capable of it. “She loves it there. And she’s brilliant, there’s nothing MC can’t do.”

“Is she safe?”

Sebastian faltered. He couldn’t tell her the whole truth. She certainly wouldn’t let her daughter return to Hogwarts if she knew about all the poachers and bandits. Not to mention all the trouble MC liked to get herself into. He settled for the truest answer he could think of. “There’s nowhere safer than Hogwarts.”

Mrs. MC nodded once, seeming satisfied with his answer. “You’ll look after her, won’t you? And her other friends, she does have other friends?”

“Of course, Mrs. MC.”

The woman lay a hand on his shoulder, and Sebastian stiffened at the motherly gesture. “I’m sorry you can’t stay. I would have liked to know you better.”

Sebastian nodded, taking her hint. Now, he didn’t mind going home. He felt safe in the knowledge that, while someone else might be on her dance card, he would always be the one in her dreams.

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#hogwarts legacy #sebastian sallow #sebastian sallow x mc #hogwarts legacy fic

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Imagine, after everything is said and done. No more darkness, no more evil-doers, no more overlord. Just peace.

What would the Ninja do next?

Nya would go into techs. Maybe she'd intern or shadow Borg tech, and she'd work there. That's a possibility, but after she learned all she could, she would definitely make her own tech company. She'd be less phone and game tech and more automobile innovations. Maybe she created a new, super-speedy express train. I wouldn't put it past her to invent something akin to teleportation, somehow. That might be far, far into her future. Seeing as her job mostly consists of things that can not touch water, she'd most likely spend some of her time near creeks or waterfalls, just meditating and connecting with her element. Eventually, she might get bored of that and make her tech completely water resistant. Everything. I'll talk about Jay in his section.

Kai might try to become a martial arts teacher again, but he would eventually become less enthusiastic about it due to the many, many kids he had to deal with. Then, he tried to pick up blacksmithing again. He created a nice little shop back in Ignacia, looking almost exactly like his parents'. Years down the line, the ninja + Pixal, Skylor, etc. have a get-together/reunion. Kai and Skylor reignite their spark, and they try long-distance. It got stressful, so Kai decided to drop everything and move near Skylor. He worked odd-jobs and lived in a glorified shack just to be able to go out with her. Skylor offered him a job at the noodle house, and he accepted. Sadly, the noodle house closed down due to a lack of workers - even though Skylor, Kai, and maybe 2 other people put their all into it. It was sad at first, but they decided to make the most of it. Together, they wanted to create a new restaurant - a mixture of Chen's noodles and Kai's family heritage & recipes. They just couldn't figure out the name. What could incorporate both Skylor Chen and Kai Smith? Kai quickly came up with the perfect solution. On a beautiful night out, while Kai walked Skylor back home after a dinner date, they stopped on a bridge to look at the night sky. Kai got down on one knee and proposed to the love of his life. They married and could finally start their restaurant - The Smiths'. It was a hit, and they lived happily every day happily.

Zane left together with Pixal to explore the world. They went place to place, experiencing everything together. They did not marry - not for lack of love, but because they felt their love was so much more to them than some silly social construct. I mean, they are going to live forever, as long as they have the proper maintenance. So, they don't think that they need to marry. Even while traveling, they always make sure to come back for everyone's birthday and for holidays. They bring gifts and recipes and knowledge with them. Once they felt they experienced it all, they returned to Ninjago City and worked with Nya. Well, they didn't really work for her. They just popped up one day, and Nya saw them building in her lab. She let them, and they ended up making an awesome hologram for entertainment. They didn't sell it, but every one in a while, the ninja cuddled up again and watched an almost life-like rendition of a Fritz donnegan movie. Pixal and Zane also decided that they wanted children, eventually. So, they made them. They put parts of themselves into the child and even mixed up their own technical make-up to make their kids: Chip and Mackayla, or Mac.

Lloyd kept training the new Elemental Masters, as he felt it was his duty. He really wanted to be like his uncle and train the next generation to make sure they were good people. He didn't expect his deciples to fight off anything major because his team defeated it, but he still wanted them to know how to fight/good vs bad just in case something terrible happens after he and the rest of the ninja weren't around to help. His students became wonderful and helpful individuals, which is far more than he could ever ask for. Aside from training, he started studying and researching. He grew up in dangerous situations, so it's very difficult for him to sit still and not try to be ready for the supposed next attack. His students and his friends keep him in check, and thankfully, nothing comes to pass. He didn't end up dating anyone, not for lack of desire. He just felt in his bones that he would live a long, long life and didn't want to hurt himself by falling in love. He envies Zane and Pixal a bit because of this, but he'd never say that (they know. They feel terrible but can't do anything about it). They visit a lot, especially after the other ninja pass on. Eventually, a while after they make their kids, they make Lloyd a companion - a friend who can stay forever. He cried when he received the gift. He trains many generations of ninjas and sometimes even uncovers a new way to use the elemental powers or spinjitzu. With each new generation, his students get stronger. He lives a happy, fulfilled life.

Jay and Nya get married immediately. Their celebration of being done with evil was their happy, happy marriage. Everyone was overjoyed with them, and you could even see a misty-eyed Kai if you looked hard enough (it's just allergies, guys, I'm not crying. It's allergies. It's the pollen, I swear). After that, he started working on tech again with Nya. He loves it, but he started to get burnt out. He remembers his time on stage, being the center of attention in both real life and in Prime Empire. He makes a gameshow. It was something silly, at first. Like a "how well do you know the ninja" trivia game. It was super fun and he kept getting asked by producers and directors to host more and more gameshows. He became the Steve Harvey of Ninjago; everyone knew him, everyone watched him. When he openly stated that he was starting to get bored of the trivia-types of stuff, he was asked to act in movies and to host in wipe-out shows because of his expertise in agility. Eventually, when he and Nya decided it was time to have kids, he became the best stay-at-home dad anyone could ask for. He loved it. Sure, he got antsy because of the inactivity, but be quickly cured that by just playing with the kids. They ended up being incredibly sporty because of this.

Cole went to art school, even if he was older than most. He went to art school and became one of the best goddamned artists there are out there. He traveled with Pixal and Zane for a hot sec and made it a point to paint from atop every single mountaintop they reached. His artwork is displayed in many museums. One time, a little kid walked up to him and asked him to teach her how to be a good artist. So, he did. After asking her parents, of course (they were very, very starstruck when their daughter came home one day with Cole FUCKING Brookstone, the famous artist, the black ninja, one of the saviors of ninjago). She became like a daughter to him, and was even allowed to travel places with him. She became a wonderful artist under his tutelage, and gained a lot of recognition for just training under him. He realized he had a passion for teaching, and his young student (with a lot of persistence) got him to start his own little art school. He made sure not to broadcast his name or face on the building, because he didn't want people to come just because he was who he was. It became very, very successful and a lot of people have a superstition that being in Cole's presence gives you the ability to draw/paint. This is only mildly true (due to his insane ability to teach), but the Ninja make sure tease him about it. (Kai joined a class one day just to mess with him and was very surprised when he ended up leaving the building with a beautiful, realistic portrait of Skylor. They hung it on their wall and they're still baffled on how it happened.)

Welp. There you go. Here's what I came up with

#ninjago #queue #lloyd garmadon #kai smith #kai jiang #nya jiang #nya smith #jay walker #cole brookstone #zane julien #august's opinion #ninjago headcanons #skylor chen #pixal borg #ninjago pixal

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A Stark In The Ocean- Chapter 1

Title: A Stark In The Ocean.

Pairing: Namor xDesi Reader!Stark

Summary: Y/N Stark, the beloved yonger sister of Tony Stark just wanted a day for herself away from the chaos of thr city and the over protectiveness of her brother for a weekend. So when she decided to visit her beach house in the outskirts what could go wrong? Actually every thing when CIA gets involved and forces Y/N to play the hero even on her day off.

Author's Note:

Since I am not sure how to translate English to Namor's native language I will highlight the conversations in italics if it happens in Namor's native language. And the chapter is not proofread so please forgive me for silly mistakes, I will proofread it once I free.

Chapter List: Chapter 2

Chaper:One

When Y/N decided to get away from the chaos of city for the day, rescuing a two people who looked like they came out of Avatar movie from a group of CIAs was never on her to do list.

Being the adopted little sister of Tony Stark and one of the powerful members of the Avenger guaranteed a little peace in her life in the past few years. So, when she finally got a day for herself all she wanted was to spend some in one of the many beach houses Tony owns in the country. This particular house is situated near a forest and they both build a tree house in the forest near the cliff facing the sea when she was a kid. And the tree house is the favorite place in the entire world since it contained only happy memories.It's been so long since anyone visited this house as both the stark siblings were too busy in the past few years saving the world. So when she finally decided to take a well deserved break from being a hero she decided to visit the tree houses and spend the weekend reading her favorite novel.Apart from the stark siblings only the care takers visited the property weekly once to clean it and Tony had a complete surveillance of the property for security reasons. So when she saw a SWAT vehicle couple of km from house cleverly hidden behind the trees, she was confused wondering why Tony was not alerted of the activities since his surveillance covered the area where she found the suspicious vehicles. Without wasting a second she parked her bike before anyone could see her behind a tree and changed into her superhero outfit with a snap of her finger.

‘‘ Peacefull day here I come’‘ Y/N with the sarcastic words walked towards the lone vehicle activating her power.

Y/N’s power was the result of her father’s experiments when she was in her mother’s womb. He father who worked for Hydra was a genius man who aimed to create the most powerful mutant in the history and married her mother who belonged to a lower middle-class family in India for the sole purpose of experimenting on her. And her naive mother who was barely 19 fell for his price charming acts and married him without a second thought when her grandfather fixed the arranged marriage between the two. Y/N’s father belonged to one of the royal families in Rajasthan and with his power, money and charm he trapped her mother’s entire family promising a happy and bright future for their daughter. But all the promises turned into lies from the day her mother got pregnant with her. The day her mother shared the good news of her pregnancy, her nightmares started. Her father finally got what he wanted and dropped his charming acts by showing his true colors. And till her delivery Y/N’s mother was literally used as a lab rat and multiple experiments were performed on her. With every passing day her father become more obsessed with his creation and did inhuman things to her mother. Her father’s plan was to kill Y/N’s mother after her delivery and Y/N if the experiment failed. But before her father could kill her, her grandfather who lived in Jaipur came to know about his son’s hideous plans killed him once he found him in his lab in the basement of the palace and saved Y/N from the cruel plans he had for her. But unfortunately, he could not save her mother since she died from the childbirth after her body became too weak from the various experiments. Then her grandfather raised her like a princess which so much love and joy. But everything changed when she started showing her power on her fifth birthday and her grandfather was forced to give her up to the shield to keep her and everyone around her safe. Fortunately, her grandfather was close with Peggy Carter after he helped her during one of her missions and Peggy immediately decided to help after discovering about Y/N and her powers. After months and months of test peggy with the help of Hank Pym and Howard Stark found the extent of damage the experiments cause her DNA. Y/N’s at the age of give could actually heal others, control all the five elements at her will and everything that is made of the five elements. She even showed the signed of mind reading but none of the three shield agents wanted to test any further considering the stress it put her through. But with the already know fact Howard,Peggy and Hank know Y/N is not safe with her grandfather as they suspected Hydra may find out about her soon. So, with a heavy heart her grandfather allowed them to take Y/N with them to keep her safe and give her the necessary training to control her power after Howard promised he will legally adopt her and love her as his blood and fresh. And to cut any unknown ties Y/N has with hydra because of her monster of a father her grandfather declared that she decided due to an illness and even conducted a properly funeral by burning an unknown death body from the mortuary. After six month Howard legally adopted her like he promised and from the day she became Y/N stark.

From the day Y/N entered the stark mansion Maria fell in love with her and even Tony couldn’t resist her innocent eyes after a week of ignoring her. Withing weeks she literally wrapped everyone in the stark mansion around her finger with her cuteness. And when Tony found her building her own computer from the spare parts in his father’s lab he understood she is another prodigy in making. So both of them bonding in no time after they discovered their shared interest and Maria couldn’t be more happier seeing both her children so happy and loving towards each other. But that happiness lasted only six more months and the winter soldier appeared in their life. After Maria and Howard’s death Tony vowed to keep Y/N safe and promised to love her and protect her till his last breath. And she is the reason he joined the avengers, forgave Bucky and steve when he found out Bucky never harmed her when she was actually with Howard and Maria when the accident happened and finally decided to do the snap just to being her back after he lost her to the mad titan’s snap.

Once she returned to Tony after the snap and managed to save him with her power, Tony became a protective mama bear and refused to allow her even to leave the city without him or any one of the avengers in the fear of losing her once again. And it took her almost months to convince Tony to let her have a weekend for herself away from the city. But when the weekend arrived it seemed the universe had other plans for her, and she is now entering the suspicious SWAT Van after making the ten guards unconscious by controlling their blood flow to their brain. Y/N looked around the van once she entered and what she found inside almost made her jaws drop in shock.

‘‘What in the James Cameron’s shit is this?’‘ Y/N muttered in shock looking at the two creatures inside two individual large glass chamber bring restrained with various wires. The creatures looked like Avatar came to life with blue skin and some sort of mask was covering their mouth. One of the creatures looked like an adult but the other one is definitely a kid and looking at the painful wires keeping them restrained and unconscious filled Y/N body with rage.

With determined step she moved towards their tubes and placed her bracelet on the keypad to hack the lock.

‘‘GREY unlock the chamber’‘ Y/N order her AI which was connected to her suit.

‘‘Y/N I would advise against it since the host inside looks hostile’‘ At GREY’s concerned reply she looked up to find the creature looking at her with uncontrolled fury. Y/N understood his anger and tried to calm him down assuring that she is not the enemy.

‘‘Look I know you are confused and angry, but I promise I am here to help. So just don’t kill me once I open this chamber because if I die my brother will kill me once again after finding a way to bring me back to life. So please cooperate. Do you even understand what I am saying?’‘ Y/N waited for couple of second as the created looked at her without blinking after her explanation. After what felt like hours the creature gave a firm nod and Y/N with relief ordered GREY to open the chamber once again. Within seconds the chamber opened and Y/N helped the creature out of , then made him sit on a table near the chamber. As much as she wanted to heal the him she is not sure if her power will even work on him and decided not to take the risk of experimenting her powers right now and decided against healing him.

‘‘Okay I have a lot of questions running in my overactive brain right now. But I know this is not the right time or place to have a rapid-fire round to know about your life history. But you have a let me know where you come from or at least where I should take you both to keep you guys safe. So tell me sometime that could help us right now’‘ Y/N carefully phrased her words as she didn’t want to sound noisy by asking anything that the creature cannot reveal.

‘‘Ocean’‘ The creature’s one worded monotone replay was enough for her to realize that he did understand her words and thanked the heavens for making sure at least she is not struck with someone who cannot understand her.

‘’Okay. So you want me to take you to the ocean. I get it. The sea shore is actually in walkable distance from here. But can you keep up with me since I can’t carry you as I have to carry the Junior there. And can you tell me your names since it sounds weird and offensive to address you both as creatures in my mind’‘ Y/N said as she opened the chamber with the kid and carefully removed the painful wires from his body. Then she carefully cuddled the kid to her chest and looked back only to find the adult one looked at her with soft eyes now.

‘‘Attuma. Fabio.’‘ Attuma muttered their names and Y/N smiled slightly at the progress with the hostile Attuma.

‘‘Great. I am Y/N. Since our introduction is over we must escape from here. I am not sure the kind of back up these people have right now. so we must hurry right now. Though I can fight them all the entire night in any other day, I have to keep you both safe now.So can you keep up with me?’’ Y/N questioned and Attuma stood up with a nod though he is weak after the surface dwellers sucked almost all the moisture from his body and injected some toxic chemicals in his blood stream.

‘‘Okay great. Now follow me and stay behind me’‘

Y/N then got out of the van after making sure all the ten guards are still unconscious followed but Attuma. Then both of them started running towards the cliff as Y/N cuddled Fabio more tightly to her chest.

‘‘Y/N I find a team of 25 armed men coming this away.’‘ GREY alerted her after five minutes of running and Y/N cursed the CIA in her mind.

‘‘Dammit. Attuma their back up is arriving. I will hold them and take you both to the cliff as it will take more time to reach the seashore. Once we reach there you jump with Fabio and I will make sure they will not follow you. Okay?’‘

At Y/N’s words Attuma looked bit conflicted since he did not want to leave her to fight alone with the bad men. But he know in his current state he can only protect Fabio and agreed with her since he will always choose his people over any surface dweller even if she is good.

‘’Good. Now just stay behind me.’’ Y/N ordered when she saw men coming towards them in bikes with guns in their hand. Once they reached the distance she wanted she handed Fabio to attuma and closed her taking a deep breath. In seconds she felt the familiar energy following through her vein and the next moment she opened her eyes which looked green now, raised both her hand and fisted her hand tightly. The moment her nails dug into her palms she saw all the men getting crushed by the branches and roots of the trees which obeyed her command and she smirked when she saw Attuma looking at her with disbelief when she turned back.

‘‘ Fascinating right?’‘ Y/N winked with a smile. And asked Grey how many more are left.

‘‘There are five more men left and it seems they have air support in the form of jet wings. I advise you to reach cliff soon’‘ Y/N let out a frustrated groan at GREY’S warning.

‘‘There are five more men on the way. Let go’‘ Y/N started running again taking Fabio back in her arms. After couple of minutes, they almost reached the cliff when she heard GREY warning her to look back and she crushed a bullet at the last moment before it could enter her skull. She then saw five men with Jet wings flying towards them and Fabio who gained consciousness whimpered in fear seeing the men who kidnapped him.

‘‘Shhh Fabio. I promise you will reach your home safe’‘ Y/N promised and deflected the bullets coming their way.

‘‘Attuma take Fabio and run. I will cover you both‘ Y/N shouted covering him and Attuma started running towards the cliff with Fabio in his arms. Once Fabio was taken from her,her eyes changed into ash grey and before the five men could even predict what is happening, they were thrown few kilometers away from the sudden force of the wind. Once the men were removed from there she followed Attuma to make sure he reaches the ocean.

After couple of minutes, she smiled when she saw Attuma standing at the edge of the cliff, few meters away from her and jogged towards them with relief.

‘‘You both are safe now. You can go home and I will make sure no one will know about you or what happened here.’‘ Y/N promised with a reassuring smile. And Attuma for the first time in his life felt gratitude towards a surface dweller and nodded with a sincere thank you.

But as he was about to jump Fabio muttered something to him and Attuma shook his head with annoyance before forwarding Fabio back to Y/N. Y/N with a confused smile took Fabio back in her arms and looked at him with questioning eyes.

‘‘Thank you’‘ Fabio muttered hugging her neck tightly burying his face in the crook of her neck and Y/N literally melted by the gesture.

‘‘Oh sweetheart you are most welcome’‘ Y/N muttered placing a kiss on the top of his head with love and affection.

‘‘Y/N LOOK OUT’‘ GREY’S desperate voice screamed in her ears and in seconds she heard a gun going multiple times and she saw one of the men from the motor bike team leaning against a tree with gun pointed towards them. In slow motion she saw the bullets coming towards them and she know it too late to deflect them. Without thinking twice she pushed Attuma off the cliff to save him from the bullet and she turned using her body as a shield to protect Fabio. The next second she felt a burning pain in her back and shoulder and without thinking twice jumped from the cliff holding Fabio tightly to her chest.

Once she hit the cold water, she felt pain from the bullet getting unbearable and she can feel the blood leaving her body rapidly. She felt her muscles getting weak and Fabio’s concerned face was the last thing she saw before the water filled her lungs and darkness engulfed her vision.

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When Y/N started gaining conscious her throat felt like sandpaper and eyelids felt like osmium when she tried to open it. After a couple of minutes of struggle she opened her eyes to find herself tied to a cot with heavy ropes inside a cave. Seeing herself restrained and her bracelets missing Y/N started to panic wondering if the CIA got her along with Attuma and Fabio.

‘‘I mean if I am in a friendly place I won’t be restrained right?’‘ Y/N reasoned with herself and decided to search for the kid and Attuma praying they are still alive. She promised she will save the kid even if that’s the last thing she will do and hoped Tony will understand why she risked her life to save another kid from being experimented on. Once she cut the ropes without much struggled after making a long knife using the stone beneath the cot and sat up forgetting that she was actually shot.

‘‘Goddammit’‘ Y/N cursed as she felt burning pain on her back and shoulder as she sat up. After catching her breath for couple of seconds she looked up to see glow worm on the ceiling and surrounded by crystal clear water.

Y/N the stood up carefully not putting any pressure on her wounds which are covered bandages now and immediately hid behind a huge rock when she heard someone enter the cave. As she sensed someone coming near her eyes changed into light blue and she decided to use the water as her weapon at the moment. And the moment she saw a man entered the cave and not a blue looking Attuma or someone like him she formed a spear out of the water and with launched it toward the man with a lightning speed.

The man groaned in pain when he was slammed against the wall of the cave with a spear made out of water stabbing him in his shoulder.

‘‘Where is Attuma and Fabio?I won’t ask you twice so you better answer me before I send another spear through your heart. Usually I don’t like killing people, but heartless monsters like you who experiment and torture children don’t deserve to live. So if you tell me where they are I may consider letting you live or make you death painless’‘ Y/N almost growled walking towards him the man with pointed ears and wings on his ankle.

‘‘Both of them are safe and they are my people. You are safe as well so calm down’‘ The man’s words only angered her further and Y/N expanded the sharp edge of the spear towards his heart smirking as the man bleed with another groan.

‘‘They are your people? Rightttt then I am their queen" Y/N scoffed at lies before continuing her warning

"I warned you not to lie. If they are really your people and safe like you claim you will be looking like Attuma and not like a hybrid between legolas and bird and I won’t be restrained. Now tell me where.are.they?’’ With Y/N every word Namor felt the spear reaching near his heart and wondered how she is overpowering him so easily. It felt like all of his organs became weak from the moment she started walking towards him and he felt his heart rate becoming dangerously slow.

‘‘Fine. I will find them myself. Since you are no use to me I will end your pathetic existence’‘ Y/N with a final warning formed another spear now using the stones from the cave and was about to stab him in the heart when she heard a familiar voice shouting her name.

‘‘Y/N STOP. THAT’S KUKULKAN. OUR KING’‘ Attuma’s sharp voice stopped her and she immediately turned towards his voice to find Attuma standing completely healed with little Fabio beside. On seeing Fabio Y/N immediately dropped the spear and ran towards the kid taking him in a tight hug.

‘‘Thank god you are fine. Are you hurt Fabio?’‘ Y/N asked with concern looking his body for any signs of bullet wounds. Fabio shook his head negatively and hugged her soft to reassure her that he is fine.

‘‘He is completely fine. Thanks to you. Now can you please release our king’‘ Attuma spoke using the translator and Y/N looked back at the man who is still stabbed with the spear and rushed towards him leaving Fabio.

‘‘I am extremely sorry. I thought you one of the men who attacked us. I will remove the spear now. But stand still and don’t move’‘ Y/N instructed softly and carefully removed the spear from his body. Once she removed it, the spear turned into water mixed with Namor’s blood and splashed on the floor and Attuma helped his king to stand as he felt the weakness of his body.

‘‘Attuma. Make him sit on the cot. I have to make his blood flow normal in his body which I slowed down before’‘ At Y/N word Attuma looked at her with a glare.

‘‘YOU DID WHAT?’‘ Attuma shouted in rage realizing how close she is to causing so much damage to his king.

‘‘Hey don’t you dare shout mister. I did all this to save you and Fabio. So don’t behave like tried to kill you King on purpose’‘ Y/N defended herself with a glare and Attuma kept quiet realizing her reason were valid.

Once Attuma helped Namor to sit on the cot Y/N kneeled down infront of him and gave Namor with an apologetic look.

‘‘I am really sorry. I swear I was not trying to hurt anyone who is innocent’‘ Y/N apologized once again and expected Namor to feel angry or resentment towards her. But he surprised her by giving her a soft smile.

‘‘You don’t have to apologize Y/N. Though your actions were bit reckless your intentions were pure and selfless. You did risk your life and almost died saving my people who are completely strangers and a different species. So you did not do anything for which you have to seek my forgiveness ’‘ Namor’s words calmed Y/N down and she gave him a soft smile back.

‘‘Thank you for understand. Now give me your hand.’‘ Y/N asked and Namor placed his hand on hers. He then saw her closing her eyes and within seconds he felt his strength returning to him as his heart beat turned normal.Once Y/N opened her eyes after regulating his blood flow she saw the wound on his shoulder inflected by her spear and flinched seeing its depth.

‘‘Shall I?’‘ Y/N asked for his permission hovering her hand near his injured shoulder and Namor just gave her a soft nod. Y/n then placed her hand on his wound and hoped her powers will heal him. In seconds she saw a purple glow covering her hands as the wound started to heal. Once the wound completely healed without even a scar Namor stood up and gave a hand to Y/N and helped her to stand up.

‘‘I don’t know who you are Y/N. But I am indebted to you for the kindness you showed towards me and my people. I know you have a lot of questions, and I will answer them. But right now, you need to rest and heal. I have already called my healers and they will be here soon.’’ Namor’s words seemed reasonable and Y/N herself felt becoming week from the blood loss, using her power to attack Namor and healing him. So she just agreed with him and groaned when her head started to spin.

‘You are actually right. But I think I need to sit down before I fall flat on the floor and break my nose’’ Y/N slurred and as she took a step towards the cot her eyes rolled back and Namor caught her in his arms before she could fall.

‘Attuma ask the healers to come soon to my room. She will stay in my room till the healers heal her’’ Namor asked lifting Y/N bridal style as her head fell on his chest.

‘Sure Kukulkan. I will be there with them in few minutes’’ Attuma left to fetch the healers and Namor went to his chambers with the unconscious Y/N in his arms followed by Fabio who wanted make sure Y/N fine.

Once Namor placed Y/N carefully on his bed, she covered her with a blanket to keep her warm and sat beside her on the bed. He then gently tugged her hair behind her ears which fell lose on her face and took her small soft hand in his placing a gentle kiss on the back of her hand. Namor for the first time felt something other than hate and disgust for a surface dweller because of the kindness, selflessness she showed while saving Attuma and Fabio. And the fierceness with which she fought him to save them both made him respect her immediately. He wondered who this beautiful warrior is and how she possess so much power in her small delicate body. He remembered Attuma's words about her bending the nature at her will and it seemed unbelievable. But after witnessing her wrath and being at his receiving end of it Namor was fascinated with her and wanted to know everything about the woman who laid on his bed looking like a kid now and nothing like the fierce warrior who was ready to kill him to save his people just few minutes back

" Rest my warrior. I will protect you till you regain your strength to fight the world again'' Namor muttered softly caressing Y/N's forehead when she frowned in her sleep probably from the pain. Like a gentle symphony, Namor's voice calmed her and the frown disappeared which made the serpent God to smile with satisfaction. Then he felt a gentle hand on his legs to find Fabio looking at him sad eyes. Namor with a smile lifted Fabio and placed him on his lap understanding reason behind the boys sadness.

"Don't worry my little Fabio she will be fine" Namor assured which eased the little boy as he know his king will never lie to them.

"Can i see her again once she leaves after she is fine kukulkan? " Fabio who already loved Y/N asked Namor as he know the rule of his kingdom and how much his Kukulkan is against strangers entering their territory.

"It depends on her decisions Fabio. Though I cannot allow you to visit the surface again after considering what happened, she will be always welcomed in our home. So you ask her once she is fine if she would like to visit you again" Namor said and Fabio smiled brightly at his words.

"Then I will convince her. She cannot say no to my cute respect" Fabio replied with confidence.

"I hope so Fabio. I hope she will visit us again“ Namor thought as he wanted to know everything about this woman who turned his world upside down in few hours.

Namor then saw Namora entering his room with the healers and decided to leave to room to give them the privacy giving ne last look to Y/N

I will update the next chapter soon. I hope you guys enjoy it and forgive me if you find any grammar mistakes since english is not my first language.

#namor x reader #kukulkan #kukulkan x reader #namor imagine #namor x y/n #namor fanfiction #king namor #tenoch huerta #tenoch huerta x reader #namor x original character #namor x you #black panther #black panther wakanda forever

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heygerald · 3 months

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I've never had a submission before this, and you guys... it's the best thing I've ever gotten. S/o to @white-wolf-buckaroo for both her skills and her characterization of future Tom/Parker as parents. I had another ask recently that wanted me to talk about this exact topic (I'll get to it, I swear!) and Wolfie has come through for me.

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You’re the author and this is your story, and I absolutely respect that obviously, but I couldn’t get this scene out of my head so I had to write a short thingy about it (at least my writer’s block doesn’t affect all of my creativity lol); hope I don’t overstep here or anything 👉🏻👈🏻 I honestly don’t know where this came from (I suspect the chapter with Colt’s birthday party had something to do, and also my pinterest board, and I guess my hormones). Anyways, English isn’t my first language but I did my best lol 🙃 It for sure can be better, but I’ll send it to you just like how it first came out. I wrote it listening to ‘Birds of a Feather’ the whole bit, so that’s my vibe here lol.

Hope you like it G <3

The soft sound of the waves crashing against the shore at night echoed in the distance as the bonfire was lit. Marshmallows were help up high above the flames, just the right amount of time for them to turn golden on the outside before they took them back to eat them with the chocolate and the biscuits already prepared on a little table next to them. The golden glow of the fire before them kind of made their smiles even brighter as they shared a laugh when Tom burnt himself with one of the smores, but instead of complaining about them laughing at him, he just rolled his eyes, and he ended up smiling as well.

Summer nights were his favourites. Sure, he enjoyed building Legos inside when it was raining in Autumn, sitting by the fireplace cuddling Parker in the living room in Winter was something he loved, and enjoying the soft golden hue of the sun during the first days of Spring while laying on their massive couch was incredibly relaxing, but Summer nights were something else. Living in California, he had insisted pretty early on having a house by the beach, even if it was only for vacationing during the hotter months; he liked having a private place just for them to enjoy, to invite family over for a few days (Colt and Jody had been there more than once since they bought it) and for him and Parker to relax together all alone. The days they spent there always seemed slower, more relaxed and brighter; he felt at peace there, a place to be completely himself with the person he loved the most.

Only now, after a few years, it wasn’t just the two of them anymore.

The little girl in his lap giggled as he finished eating his smore, still pretending to burn himself a bit while doing so; she had her own sweet treat in her hands, forgotten while she laughed at his antics, getting her fingers all sticky. Parker reached out then with a tissue, sitting by their side; she had already finished her smore, and while she wiped their little girl’s hands clean, she cradled their sleeping baby boy in her lap with her other arm completely wrapped around him. His little face was squished against her chest, covered almost entirely by his golden locks that looked just as Tom’s, snoring softly while his older sister still giggled in Tom’s lap.

Parker watched them as Tom finished their daughter’s smore in one bite while she telling Parker something about a seashell she had found, and he looked innocently away when she protested at it being gone. They laughed again, and Tom tickled her, making her erupt into a fit of uncontrollable giggles. Although most parents wouldn’t let their children have that much sugar that late at night, when their daughter asked for more marshmallows, they gave in almost instantly; they were having too much fun to say no anyways. They had had a wonderful day building sand castles, swimming in the ocean and eating ice lollies, and now with the bonfire, Tom silently wished that his summers would always be like this for the rest of his life; sure, his job gratified him, he enjoyed himself when he went out with friends from time to time, but ever since Parker entered his life, and even more since they started a family together, he realized more and more every passing day that he didn’t need anything else to be happy.

Years ago a sappy thought like that would have made him gag, most probably, because the only thing he could think about was to become a famous and successful actor. That was his goal, and that was completely fine back then, because he was young, and he wanted to become something for himself, by himself. And he actually did; he would have been happy to go on like that with the rest of his life for… well, forever. He wasn’t interested in having a ‘permanent’ partner (why limit the fun?) or even get married or have children; those things seemed unimportant, until he found the woman he now calls his soulmate.

Parker cradled their son in her lap, with her hand absentmindedly stroking his hair, and he wished to never forget that moment: her soft smile, how her eyes shone with the small bonfire they had improvised in their backyard in the sand, and how she kissed their daughters cheek sweetly to thank her when she shifted over to her to hand her half of her new marshmallow. The heat from the flames in front of him was nothing compared to the warmth he felt in his chest while looking at those three people: his partner, love of his life, his woman, his forever, and their babies, who had become his entire world. He took pride in the awards he had won, the roles he had played over the years, and everything he had achieved on his own since he first stepped a foot in California, but the family he and Parker had created together? That was by far the greatest achievement.

When it was starting to get late, and their daughter began to rub her eyes tiredly even though she insisted on playing with them a bit more, they packed everything up to go back inside the house, promising her that they could play more in the morning. She accepted reluctantly, making a face she had one hundred percent gotten from Parker (she also shared that expression with Colt; she was a Seavers through and through), but she insisted on walking to the house herself; Tom missed the times she insisted on being carried all the time, always snuggling in his arms looking ridiculously small and sweet (which she still did, to be honest), back when she wasn’t telling everyone that she was ‘a big girl’ ever since her fourth birthday.

Parker noticed this, just like everything about him because she always got him like anyone ever did, and so she handed him their son, still sleeping; he accepted him in his arms, cradling him to his slightly exposed chest. His baby stirred a bit, complaining about the sudden movement, but Tom shushed him softly holding him lovingly, and the boy went back to sleep the moment his chubby cheek laid against Tom’s warm skin. Parker kissed their baby’s forehead, and then Tom’s cheek, before going after their daughter, who was walking (more like stumbling) through the sand, scooping her up when she reached her. Parker turned around back to him then, both her and their daughter looking over at him still standing by the now small flames of the bonfire; they called for him to join them, and he didn’t need to be told twice.

Oh these Summer nights. They were just perfect.

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OKAY. Screaming. Crying. Throwing up because???? This is BEAUTIFUL! I've never had someone submit something to me before, and I am literally going crazy over this.

Wolfie, it is amazing. It's so heartfelt. So Parker coded. Everything I want for them in the future. I love it. I love it. I love it. Thank you eternally for your bravory and skills, as well as your constant interactions and love. I hope this cures your writing block, and am so flattered you chose to use my oc to work on it.

ETERNAL HUGS AND KISSES.

#submission #tom ryder #the fall guy #the fall guy 2024 #falling without a harness

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twilightmalachite · 11 months

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Raison d’être - Epilogue 2

Author: Akira

Characters: Shu, Mika

Translator: Mika Enstars

"Mhm. It appears my grandfather started to play little games while he was studying in Paris."

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Season: Spring

Location: Apartment in France

Mika: Right. And when studyin’ abroad, Grandfather was apart from his family, the source of such oppression. He no longer had t’hide “that side” of him—

Shu: Mhm. It appears my grandfather started to play little games while he was studying in Paris.

In other words, he’d dress in women’s clothing, and become “MADEMOISELLE”

Mika: That’s what the dollmaker in Raison d’être, “Ore”, did.

But truth is, it was Grandfather who’d dress in women’s clothing and become a girl.

Shu: Yes. And one day, while Grandfather was enjoying his time, relieving stress in this way, he comes upon a mysterious house surrounded by roses within the forest.

In the story, it was made into a mansion within the city, for the sake of appearances and storytelling, but in reality it was just a small cabin in the woods.

Living there was an unusual woman who had been laboriously creating dolls as a hobby, away from the public eye.

Mika: Mhm, that dollmaker also really existed!

Shu: However, it appears she and Grandfather did not develop a romantic relationship, like in the story.

Because, at that time, Grandfather had become a woman—he had become “MADEMOISELLE”.

Mika: Right. That dollmaker lady and Grandfather—“MADEMOISELLE”, became close as “friends of the same sex”.

Mika: “I love you”.

But that “love” was nothing more than simple fondness towards another friend.

Shu: Incidentally, this dollmaker lady who was Grandfather’s close friend, is the landlady of the house I am currently boarding at.

Mika: Ah, right, ‘course she’d still be alive!

Shu: Mhm. She had made her dolls for herself, but Grandfather shamelessly put a price on them and bought them for a high sum—

And ever since, she lost all inspiration and ceased making dolls.

Mika: Grandfather told me ‘bout that in detail, while he was Raffaello-san. From the way he spoke of it, it sounds like he really regrets it…

Shu: He tarnished something important to his close friend, and he mourned that. It’s a shame and disgrace that lasts a lifetime.

Well, for the landlady herself, it was the trigger that got her to stop living an isolated life. Since got a typical job, got married, began a family, and continues to live a peaceful life—

If anything, according to her, she is grateful towards Grandfather.

But, perhaps those words were spoken out of consideration for me. The truth is, my grandfather was guilty in the respect that he closed off the future of an artist.

It appears my grandfather is very remorseful for what he’s done, and this building among others was financed and built by him. He even went out of the way to prepare an unused atelier—

Mika: Hehe, Grandfather’s still hung up on yer landlady’s work, huh?

Shu: He must have really adored it. Nevertheless, it appears that my landlady never created another work of art.

Her final work was of Grandfather dressed in women’s clothes from the time—that “MADEMOISELLE” doll.

My grandfather led a double life, studying and working as himself, while also performing as “MADEMOISELLE”, dressed in women’s clothes.

However, he didn’t want his family to know about that fact.

It was for that purpose that he had a doll made that looked exactly like himself, to function as an alibi.

One that would sit by the window of the house and be witnessed by himself.

So that the truth that he and that beautiful girl—“MADEMOISELLE”, were the same person, could avoid being found out.

Mika: Mhm. It’s a doll, so of course it wouldn’t age.

Shu: Yes. That’s the logic behind there being photographs and such from back then pasted within the diary, with “MADEMOISELLE” and my grandfather side by side.

My grandfather was “MADEMOISELLE”, but there was also a doll that looked just like him.

So it was possible for them to both be in a photograph at the same time.

All the mysteries are solved.

The reason my grandfather held this Funeral Contest farce can be deduced if you know the circumstances behind it.

At the time, Grandfather had no choice but to separate an important part of himself due to the times and his family circumstance—

I suppose he wanted to retrieve this nameless girl “MADEMOISELLE”, both himself and his imaginary close friend, back into his soul.

To achieve that, he used a diary with a hidden significance and the terminal Mr. Raffaello to guide us to the ‘truth”.

Mika: Even though he could’a just told us normally. Grandfather really is playful, huh?

Shu: He must have already gone mad then, mad. In the end, we’re just here to play along to this old man’s games.

No, rather, he knew if it were me, I would be able to arrive upon the “truth” and fulfill his wishes without becoming disillusioned upon its discovery—I suppose he trusted me with that.

Mika: Right. That’s why Grandfather chose Oshi-san’s—our proposal for the Funeral Contest, didn’t he?

Mika: In the end, while “Boku” and “Ore” never got together in the story…

Upon the stage, a moment becomes eternity. Those two will be in love with each other for eternity within the memories of those who watched—They shall continue t’exist with those same feelings.

A nameless girl, who was forgotten t’exist, can spend eternity in the heaven that is that stage. Together with her favorite “Boku”, Grandfather.

It ended the same as the reality, as a tragedy. But at the very least, we don’t have t’pretend those happy days never happened.

We won’t let that happen.

Understandin’ our feelings, Grandfather was satisfied too.

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damn girl you ride the angst part SO GOOD I had to take a break and breathe before scrolling down again. pls enlighten us the reason Martin didn't touch Eve on Pt. 4 bc I can't be the only one dying to know???

thank you so much for the love, darling! glad you like 'em ❤️ i actually had martin's POV drafted but deleted them before it could go live bcs i think it's going to be too long???

alas, since you asked and copying excerpts from my draft doesn't require much movement to my healing wrists...... here we go?

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eve wasn't the only one struggling to find peace with the reality that she and martin weren't happening. could it be martin's biggest regret since signing for real madrid?

grumpy!martin odegaard x sunshine!OC

word count: 0.9k

note: this bonus chapter takes place at the same time as part 4 so i'd suggest to read the series first! but disclaimer; i'm not the one asking for another angst ride, okay? pls don't hate me after this :( i didn't release this bcs y'all keep berating me not to prolong the couple's misery and i love you guys. anyways, i happen to write this at dawn as usual so not beta-read yet.

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“invite her over,” his mother said.

it’d be fun, kristoff also said.

the two sentences were ringing off martin’s ears as he spun over the steering wheel to lead him god-knows-where. what he did know was that he had to get out of the house because it was starting to suffocate him.

funny his own home could now no longer be considered his sanctuary.

but as he veered down the roads, passing countless of buildings saturating the london scenery, he surrendered to the fact that he had lost to reality. the one where he lost eve, and the very one where he wanted to recoup back the warmth and comfort she exuded as she settled in his lap, his arms sneaking across her waist involuntarily like it was martin’s nature.

funny she was giving him warmth and comfort when she was seeking them in him the first place, as the cold winter air grazed her bright skin, thanks to the lighting from the chandelier. flawless, as he peppered down butterfly pecks against the glazing surface, drunk in her scent and the feeling of having her in his arms.

but as he passed down the hotel that was only hosting the Christmas gala weeks ago—god damn it, was it only weeks ago—he could feel his heart wrenching at the sight and he know he’d surrendered further to the reality that he had, indeed, lost everything.

just the way he’d gained them all overnight.

it all sank in the way sky sunk down on atlas, all the feelings and reality and what not. and it was mostly the reason why he had to flee his own home.

the presence of his family mentioning and fawning over eve was too much for martin to bear, for he was the only one who knew that he was a whole different person behind the walls—loser, never a winner. and them asking eve to come over was the nail to the coffin.

nothing else in this earthly side was he not reminded of eve, evangeline, his angel. everything of her had permeated his life, his world, his sanity.

and he hated it. he hated the fact that she had come barging into his life totally like a sunshine, so bright and deary and now martin didn’t think he could survive without her. he hated her for that, he hated her for how well they mashed together at the hips during the Christmas gala, he hated her for how excellent she tasted on the lips and on his hands. he hated her for leaving him traces of her for days to come, and for days to only repeat those memories, and for days to only come back to earth knowing she didn’t want him.

like he was a spilling dam in need of sealing, he hated her for making him wanting her.

and martin had never felt so helpless of his own life, more than when he couldn’t get a hold of his own future in madrid.

“martin,” he looked up at his name being called, and he was shocked to see the bane of his existence standing metres away from him. “what are you doing here?”

the same question could be asked by himself to his own self.

he didn’t realise his hands and feet maneuvered him involuntarily to the place belonging to the person in the roots of his extra-terrestrial crisis. it was as if his mind and body was telling—no, showing him that the answer to all of this agonizing was also the problem he thought it was.

what kind of problem looking so gut-wrenchingly heart-breaking, with hairs blown everywhere and tip of nose red from the early winter air blowing?

what kind of problem looking so gut-wrenchingly heart-breaking, still, when all he did the past week was to avoid her like a pest so he could prepare himself, body and soul, for the time he’d truly be deprived of the pleasure from the knowledge that she existed the same time as him? for the time he could truly move on from the magical night they shared together?

weeks away from her yet seconds he saw her, the words I miss you threatened to flood down his tongue. he wanted to them so badly but knew she’d kick him away this instance if he did so. so he did, biting off his tongue and pursing his lips so tight he could feel his muscles numbing.

because he didn’t want that—away from her anymore. not when the mere sound of her voice relieved everything inside of martin. not when he was so close—yet so far—like this.

so close he could smell eve’s signature smell, the very smell not escaping his nostrils ever since they got a sniff of her perfume. so close the tip of his fingers could feel the touch of her skin, as soft as the expensive material from the gown he’d purchased solely for her. so close he had to hide away his hands in the pockets, afraid to put another foot wrong the way his mouth did.

no matter how much they were itching to get a hold of her—anything of her. who was he to do that when she made it clear she didn't want him no more?

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Preview: Prelude to Dawn

Ramon x Princesa aka RC

A post fic oneshot for Flirting with Danger

Words: 2,729

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I was thinking about them and this old ask. So this happened! My work is on A03, so I strongly suggest, if you don’t have an account with them, sign up. If you need help navigating a03 read this, I do not give out accounts, they do. I have zero plans to post in full again on tumblr. So this is THE way to read my work, anything written after last fall. PLUS In the future (I’m seriously considering this) I may take all full work off tumblr, but keep it only on A03. To whoever this Anon was, thanks again! I guess your ask seeded in my brain over the months.💜

Obviously major spoilers if you have not finished the fic. So if you keep reading you’ve been warned.

⏱ about 5 years after the post-fic bonus chapter. So Isabel is about 8 and their other daughter, Elisa, is around 5. We can imagine they have settled nicely somewhere and living a full life, carefully and far from anywhere they’d get in trouble.

⚠️Warnings: none really, some suggestive stuff, an off screen hookup, nothing hardcore or full on.

Leaning against the building, you gaze at the sunset. The sky is ablaze with orange accents, casting moody shadows along the ground. There’s something about sunsets that you’ve always found peaceful, and you fondly recall the very first one you watched with Ramón all those years ago. It felt like a different world, from then to now.

Sunsets make you think about dreams, wishes, and things to come. Your first sunset in Mexico was filled with excitement and anxiety, you could only anticipate so much, and for the most part, you figured you’d be stuck at a desk, pushing paperwork and doing transcripts since that's the way things were going. You took a gigantic risk when you signed up for the case that changed your life forever.

You have a family now, you’re a mother to two, and you've married to the love of your life. When you imagined falling in love before Mexico, you never imagined this. You hoped your future man would be strong, smart, and creative. You hoped for a person who would love you and treat you well, while not trying to change you or make you fit into a mold. Still, love wasn’t high on your list of properties, your career took the lead.

The last thing you expected to happen in Mexico was love, especially with him. Even with the hardships, the tears, and the struggles along the way, you couldn’t be happier with your now. Someway, somehow everything turned out better than imagined. The three years you've spent apart, before he found your beach house, feels like another life.

As you continue to watch the sunset, the sweetness of Ramón’s lips pulls you back to the present moment as he kisses your shoulder.

“Where’d you go?” He asked, slowly sliding one arm around your body as he snuggled closer.

“Just thinking about things.”

“Everything is fine mama bear,” he replied and kissed the side of your face.

Ramón started calling you that because though you value your time away from the kids when you can get it, you can’t help but worry when you’re away from them.

It’s a funny thing really, especially for someone who didn’t want kids at all, and freaked out when you found out you were pregnant eight years ago. Though you do worry at times, you’re actually feeling really relaxed right now, especially since the kids are with Dina. She’s often visited you and Ramón’s home and stays for long periods of time; she’s obsessed with the kids, and they love her to pieces.

“I know, I’m good,” you finally replied as he watched you. Resting one hand on his chest, you use the other to play with the buttons on his shirt. “You look yummy.”

Your comment makes him laugh. Once you and Ramón settled down, and life started to feel safer, his inner fashionista started to come back, much to your pleasure. He’s always nice to look at, and now that the nice outfits and especially those shirts you love so much are back, you extra can't keep your hands off him.

“Mi amor, they voted us the most stylish parents.” he commented with a chuckle then popped his collar, clearly proud of it.

“Clearly, look at us” you smile and pull him in closer to you by his collar.

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The man I am

Part 5

⚠️ Warning: Smut in this chapter!

This is my fist smut piece ever, so hopefully, it's not too bad.🙈

Joel Miller x Female Reader

Summary: Pre outbreak Joel and Tommy, move to a small town in Canada. After Joel's daughter Sarah dies from a tragic accident. Joel meets the reader and falls in love. She helps him move on from his grief. And he starts a new life with the reader.

Notes

◇ There is an age gap between the reader and Joel, the reader is 19, and Joel is 35.

◇ There will be an outbreak in this story, but first, I'll start pre-outbreak. Tess will also come in later in the story.

◇ HI, this is my first Joel fanfic. I feel like this will be bad, but I'm going to try to write this anyway. I had a dream about it, so I kinda want to make it true, lol. I'm also Canadian, so that's why they are in Canada, lol. But they will make their way back to the USA.

Over the next few months, Joel and Y/N's relationship grew stronger as they continued to spend time together. They went on various dates and talked for hours about their lives, values, and dreams for the future. Joel was finally able to open up to Y/N about his daughter, Sarah, and shared his memories of her. He also confided in her about his nightmares and the trauma he had endured. Y/N listened intently, holding his hand and providing comfort whenever he needed it.

In return, Joel became Y/N's confidant as well. She shared with him her hopes and fears, and he was always there to offer support and encouragement. They truly had complete trust in each other, and Joel felt like Y/N brought him peace and a sense of purpose he hadn't felt in a long time.

Despite what had happened with Sarah, Joel realized that he wanted a future with Y/N, and he wanted it all: marriage, children, a beautiful home, and a safe environment for them all. He knew he couldn't waste any more time, and so he decided to propose to her.

So, there he was, on his knees in front of her six months after their first meeting, asking for her hand in marriage. "Y/N, you don't know how much your love has changed me," he said, his voice shaking slightly. "You accepted me for who I am and showed me how to live again. I love you, and I would do anything for you. Will you marry me?"

Y/N was stunned, tears welling up in her eyes. "Yes, yes, yes," she said, overcome with emotion. They embraced each other tightly, feeling overwhelmed with joy and love. They knew that their future together would be filled with challenges, but they were ready to face them together, hand in hand.

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After a few months of being engaged, Joel and Y/N started planning their dream wedding. They spent countless hours deciding on the perfect venue and decorations, making sure every detail was just right. Eventually, they settled on having the ceremony at Y/N's family farm, a place that held so many special memories for her.

On the day of the wedding, the sun was shining and there wasn't a cloud in the sky. Y/N walked down the aisle in a beautiful white dress, her father proudly walking her towards her future husband. As they exchanged their vows, there wasn't a dry eye in the crowd, and everyone could feel the love that Joel and Y/N shared.

After the ceremony, they had a reception that lasted well into the night, filled with dancing, laughter, and love. They were surrounded by their closest friends and family, all of whom were thrilled to see them so happy and in love.

Joel had a surprise for Y/N. He had found a worn-down little house on Y/N's family property and had spent months fixing it up into the warmest, most loving home for the two of them to live in. It was a place where they could raise their family and build a life together.

Y/N walked through their home that Joel had fixed up and she was amazed at the transformation. The walls were painted in a warm, inviting color and the furniture was all coordinated perfectly. She ran her hand over the back of a soft leather couch and turned to look at Joel, her eyes filled with awe.

"Your mom helped me furnish it she said she knew your style, but if you don't like it, we can change it." Joel nervously said as Y/N was walking around looking at everything.

"No, it's perfect. I'm just so happy," she replied, smiling at him.

He beamed back at her, "I'm glad you like it. Do you want to see the bedroom?"

She nodded eagerly, knowing that they probably wouldn't leave that room until morning. Joel took her hand and led her down the hallway to their bedroom. As they entered, Y/N gasped at the sight of the room. It was lit up by soft, warm light from a few lamps and candles around the room.

In the center of the room was their king-sized bed, decorated with soft blankets and fluffy pillows. Joel had even put fresh flowers in a vase on the nightstand.

"It's beautiful," she whispered, turning to look at Joel.

He grinned and pulled her close, "Not as beautiful as you."

She blushed at his compliment, and he leaned in to kiss her. As they broke apart, he murmured, "I can't wait to spend our first night here together."

Y/N's heart fluttered with excitement as she realized tonight she would be losing her virginity.

It was a starry night and the moon was shining brightly, casting a soft glow through the bedroom window. Y/N was sitting on the soft bed fidgeting with her hands nervously as she waited for Joel to join her. She had been looking forward to this moment for a long time, but she was also feeling apprehensive as she had no prior experience.

Joel sat down beside her, offering her a warm smile. "Hey, are you sure you are ready to do this?" he asked.

Y/N nodded, her nerves starting to settle as she saw the reassuring look on Joel's face. "I am, but I have no idea where to start," she admitted sheepishly.

Joel chuckled softly and placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. "Don't worry, I've got you. Do you want to remove your dress first?" He asks, offering her a gentle squeeze.

Y/N nodded, feeling shy all of a sudden. She turned around and felt Joel's hands on the zipper of her dress. She felt him pull it down slowly, his hands feeling warm on her back.

As the dress fell to the ground, Joel leaned down and kissed her neck. Y/N closed her eyes, enjoying the feeling of his lips on her skin. She turned around to face him, the anticipation and desire evident in her eyes as she reached out to unbutton his shirt. As she slid each button out of its hole, her fingers danced over the hard planes of his chest, causing Joel to let out a low moan. Y/N couldn't help but smile as she removed his shirt, letting it fall to the ground. She trailed her fingertips down his toned abs, feeling his muscles ripple under her touch.

Joel's breath caught in his throat as he watched her delicate fingers moving over his skin. He was filled with a deep desire for her, a hunger that he had been suppressing for too long. As she unbuckled his belt and slowly unzipped his pants, he felt a shiver run down his spine, his body responding to her touch.

The pants fell to the ground with a soft thud, and Joel stepped out of them, his eyes never leaving Y/N's face. They stood there, gazing at each other, their bodies so close that they could feel the heat emanating from each other's skin. The room was filled with a charged energy, a palpable sense of desire and longing that was almost tangible.

Without a word, they came together, their bodies melting into each other, as they surrendered themselves to their passion. They kissed, their lips and tongues exploring each other, their hands caressing and exploring every inch of each other's bodies. They were lost in each other, lost in a world of their own, where nothing else mattered except the deep love and desire that they felt for each other.

Y/N wrapped her arms around his neck as he gently placed her down on the bed. Their lips locked together, the kiss deep and filled with an intense passion. Their tongues swirled around each other's mouths, exploring and tasting every inch.

Their bodies pressed together, their hearts beating as one. Joel's hand caressed Y/N's cheek, his thumb tracing the outline of her lips before moving down to her neck. He pulled back from the kiss, looking deep into her eyes.

"I love you so much," Joel whispered, his voice husky and full of emotion.

Y/N smiled up at him, her own eyes filled with love. "I love you too," she replied, running her fingers through his hair.

Joel leaned down, his lips meeting hers once more. The kiss was slow and gentle now, their bodies intertwined as they lost themselves in each other. Joel's hands roamed over Y/N's body, exploring every inch of her with a gentle touch. She could feel his fingers tracing the curves of her body, sending shivers down her spine. His touch was electric, and she couldn't help but moan softly as he traced the outline of her lips with his tongue. Joel took off her bra he leaned back and admired her.

"You're beautiful,"Joel told her with a smile.

His fingers grazed her nipple, causing her to shiver. Her nipples were already hard and erect, his hand cup her breast. Y/N moaned she arched her back as he tweaked them, moaning softly. Joel smiled at her reaction. He leaned down and took her breast in his mouth. "Mmmmmm," She groaned as he suckled on one of her nipples. His tongue flicked over her nipple again before he sucked it into his mouth and bit down. She was panting heavily from the roughness of his biting. her eyes flew open as she looked at him, her heart racing. Joel's lips left a trail of hot, wet kisses as he slid down her body, leaving her skin tingling with anticipation. He paused at her belly, placing gentle kisses around her navel, sending waves of pleasure through her body. Y/N let out a soft moan as he moved lower, his lips grazing over her thighs. She closed her eyes and surrendered to the sensations coursing through her, completely lost in the moment.

Joel's fingers brushed against her skin as he slowly pulled down her panties. Y/N bit her lip, trying to hold back a moan as his hands moved back up her thighs, his lips following close behind. He kissed and licked his way up her inner thighs, teasingly avoiding the place where she most desired his touch. Y/N's breathing became more ragged, her body arching up towards him in anticipation.

He reached her pussy. She blushed brightly when she felt his hand touch her mound. He rubbed his thumb along her slit and teased her clit with his finger.

"Mmm...you're so wet. Are you ready, baby"Joel said.

Y/N nodded quickly and closed her eyes. She spread her legs wider, giving Joel better access to her pussy. She braced herself as he reached her core, his tongue circling her clit before gently sucking on it. Y/N gasped and moaned, unable to contain the pleasure that was washing over her. Joel continued to pleasure her.

He lapped up her juices as they poured out from her hole. Y/N cooed and moaned as he ate her out, loving every second of it.

Soon she felt his tongue push inside her pussy. He sucked up all her moisture and made her squirm. Her head rolled back and forth, moaning with pleasure. Joel followed her movements and moved his mouth up to her clit.

She grabbed onto his hair and pulled him deeper into her pussy. She couldn't take any more of his teasing. She needed him inside her now. Joel looked up from his task to see Y/N staring back at him with pleading eyes. He smiled and got to work.

He pushed one finger inside her and started pumping them in and out. Y/N's head fell back against the bed. He could feel her muscles contracting around his digits.

Joel kept up his pace and added another finger. Y/N was in heaven. She felt her orgasm nearing and knew there wouldn't be much longer before she came. As he added another finger she cried out his name as her orgasm washed over her, waves of pleasure crashing through her body. Joel continued to move his fingers, drawing out her orgasm.

He withdrew his fingers and leaned over her, pressing kisses to her neck and shoulders as she caught her breath. "Are you okay?" he asked softly, and she nodded, a dazed smile on her face. "That was amazing," she whispered, and he grinned, feeling a sense of satisfaction wash over him.

"Are you ready to go all the way?" He asked as he slowly removed his boxers. Y/N nodded her head, still feeling dizzy from the intensity of her orgasm. He gently grabbed her chin, tilting her face towards his. "Use your words, sweetheart," he said, his eyes locking onto hers. "Yes...I want you, Joel. Please," she said, her voice barely above a whisper, but filled with desire.

He positioned himself above her, his eyes never leaving hers as he slowly entered her. She gasped at the sensation, the feeling of fullness overwhelming her. He paused for a moment, waiting for her to adjust before slowly moving in and out of her. Their bodies moved in perfect sync, the passion between them growing with each passing moment. They were lost in each other, their bodies entwined and their hearts beating as one.

"Fuck... so tight" Joel whispered his words punctuated by the sound of their bodies moving together. Y/N moaned in response, her fingers digging into his back as she gave herself over to the pleasure. They continued to move together, their bodies becoming more and more entwined with each passing moment.

"Joel," she moaned, the sound of her voice driving him even harder. He thrust harder and faster, their bodies slamming together as they moved towards the edge of ecstasy. "Are you going to cum for me again, sweetheart?" he asked, his voice rough with desire.

Y/N could feel the tension building inside her once more, and she knew that she was close to climaxing again. With one final thrust, she let out a loud cry of pleasure, her body convulsing around him as she came undone. Joel continued to move inside her, his own release not far behind, and with one final thrust, he let out a guttural moan as he came, filling her walls up with his seed. their bodies collapsing together in a sweaty, tangled heap.

their breathing slowly returning to normal. Joel's hand idly played with Y/N's hair as he spoke, "I hope you're ready to go all night." Y/N giggled and replied, "You're on cowboy." They shared a playful smile before snuggling up closer to each other. The night was still young, and they both knew they had plenty of time to explore each other and the depths of their desires.

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the-owl-tree · 2 years

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Can we get more info on how this au would play out? How would these come to if at all?

it's a BIG wip rn as it's a mix of half baked ideas and plot points but here's the general idea

sky and gray would be two brothers who looked after their mother and little siblings in a war devastated town. pickings are scarce and their home has become even more dangerous poisoned food is laid out to cull the cat problem. gray is the more serious and standoffish of the two while sky has no issue making new friends with the local cats, including bumble, turtle, and dove.

it's one day that they find storm, half-beaten and starving, having escaped from the forest after fleeing one-eye's group. they help her out though gray reaaaally isn't happy about giving up food and shelter to a total stranger. storm tries to get them to help her go back and rescue her mate bright from the group but they refuse, even sky who knows the trouble isn't worth it. she stays with bumble and turtle while she's recovering.

storm ends up telling the little group of friends stories about the forest and the cats who live there as well as how one eye has ruined the peace between them.

[this is where im a bit faint on the connection but uhh go with it be nice to me]

my initial idea is that one-eye's group starts expanding to the city and that provokes sky and gray to start actually getting the plot going by fighting back but it's a work in progress! either way uh insert inciting incident here to start the plot.

using dove's connections throughout the area, they gather cats (including the future founders) as well as find agents in one-eye's cats, including lion who begins to grow weary of all the fighting and disillusioned with promises of power. i love the idea of he, jay, and dove form a little family unit after bonding through strategizing which i think serves as a nice contrast to how distant their reincarnations are. they "earn" their reincarnations through what a group team they are in helping organize the resistance against one-eye.

i'd imagine this is where the kittypet versus wild cat shit starts. the house cats can go home whenever they want (and quite frankly don't have to return when the fighting starts) and never worry about food, jealousy and resentment begins to build up from the wild cats who know they'd be culled if they even attempted going near the humans.

during this fighting and organizing, gray and sky begin to change - with gray opening up more to other cats and embracing the community while sky relishes in the chance to lead and excitedly gathers his lead fighters to practice battle strategies and discuss strategy. it's during this time gray notices his brother's favoritism towards the stronger of the group and their rift deepens when jagged has his accident and wrecks his leg.

they take him to jay and midnight after dove tells them about a strange cat who lives in highstones (this is their first meeting with the duo) and while jay manages to heal the leg as best he can, jagged can't properly walk (like in canon). the difference is immediate in his treatment from his brothers: while gray still sticks with him, sky becomes standoffish and no longer includes jagged in his planning.

i'm not sure about thunder here tbh i think storm would act as a surrogate for sky who wanted children and that would be that?

they fight one-eye using the respective talents of each of them (sneakiness, trees, river, etc.) and win and the cats are unsure what to do next. they've gathered together to fight and now that they've won, what do they do now? sky takes the lead and opts to split them up, there's no need for everyone to gather in one location (which realizing now would be neat if it was fourtrees? yay symbolism), why not just move everyone back to their respective homes? while cats are sad to say goodbye they eventually part and, since they've all sort of bonded with one another, split to live in their respective home turfs.

sky takes authority over his group immediately while gray, wind, and gorse all share authority over the moor cats. during this period, sky begins to grow more hostile and starts establishing borders, which causes the other leaders to begin establishing their own borders.

horrified at the deepening rifts between his family and friends, gray tries to protest these developments with his supporters but he's vastly outnumbered by those in the newly formed groups who, as tensions rise on the border, have begun to grow an identity around their allegiances. gray desperately tries to protest this, even going so far as to sabotage battles and attempt to salvage their old friendships but he and his supporters are eventually driven back to the town area they once lived in.

desperate, hungry, and unsure what else to do to try and save the friends he'd gotten so close to: he attempts to plead with them by asking them to come to fourtrees to talk. they all come...with an army and much like in the books, all hell breaks loose.

sky pins his brother, desperate to understand just why why he would sabotage everything they'd work so hard to build. gray glares back, none of this is what they built, this chaos is what sky used to propel himself to the top and as sky sinks his claws into gray's neck, he rasps: "kill me. kill me and live with the memory. then tell the stars that you won."

and sky does and the stars reward him by naming him the first leader of the clans: skystar.

#warrior cats #dotc au #deer rambles #tysm for asking!!#a lot of it is half baked ideas and tidbits #and the three & the founder's roles arent as fleshed out as they should be #but here's a general overview

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Bruno's Dating Life After the Movie

Ok, so obviously this is eventually (hopefully) going to be disproven if/when we get more canon, but then it just becomes an AU. This one is a bit shorter than my usual lists of headcanons, mostly because I like to think Bruno's life starts mellowing out after the movie. The worst of his life is all behind him and now things are steadily improving for him.

Mountains open up and new people arrive in Encanto

One of them is a youngish woman who quickly becomes fascinated by Bruno's gift.

She starts visiting him regularly to conduct experiments, asking him to look a minute into the future, or find specific events. She is very scientific about it, and will occasionally get frustrated when there is no hard and fast rule to be derived from these experiments.

Bruno enjoys giving her visions because he's also fairly curious about how all this magic stuff actually works, and it's always nice when people come to him for something other than "Will I have wrinkles when I'm 80?"

They get along well, bond over similar likes and dislikes, and ultimately develop feelings.

She asks him on a date, and he agrees. It goes really well, they both have a great time, but ultimately there's something nagging in the back of Bruno's head.

It clicks when he sees her interact with his family, she has nothing in common with them. She isn't rude to them per say, but she's too old to really bond with any of his nieces, and just isn't vibing with his sisters or brother in laws. She likes kids, but he figures you can't invite a ten year old out for drinks when you need advice about your neurotic husband. If they were to get married and she moved in, he would be the only person in the house whose company she really enjoyed.

After another two dates he brings this up with her, asks if she could see herself feeling at home with his family. For her credit she is honest with herself and realizes, no, Bruno is the only Madrigal she really clicks with.

They part ways amicably. It's the most peaceful break-up Bruno has ever had, and he comes away from it feeling a bit more confident in his dating abilities.

Their feelings settle into friendship and it eventually occurs to Bruno that she would probably get along well with his favorite baker, so he introduces them and ends up giving a stuttered speech at their wedding. This furthers his impression that dating him isn't a horrid curse.

When he's in his sixties a man comes to town with his two grandchildren and sets up a bookstore.

The younger grandchild starts attending Bruno's weekly story time and reports it back to her Abuelo. He decides to invite Bruno to the bookstore to read to kids once a week.

They bond over literature and a love of kids.

It takes two years for the guy to figure out Bruno leans his way, and once he does, he immediately asks Bruno out. Bruno spend a few seconds in shock, he hadn't realized his friend was a part of the queer community.

They date, it turns into a very sweet relationship.

They discuss becoming something serious, but at this point in their lives, neither of them really wants to spend the time to build the relationship into a lifelong partnership. They are both content being the unwed tio or widowed abuelo respectively.

The fact that neither of them needs more than the other can give works in their favor, and although the relationship never becomes a full partnership, they fall in love and stay committed to each other for the rest of the abuelo's life.

I headcanon that the Madrigals live a bit longer than most due to all the magic healing food they eat, so Bruno out lives his boyfriend by a few decades. He debates putting himself back out there, but he never really stops being in love with his boyfriend. In his last few years he contemplates if he regrets not exchanging vows, or at least moving in together, but ultimately decides that although the romance was a bit nontraditional, it was what he needed. They were happy, that was enough.

#bruno madrigal #bruno encanto #bruno madrigal x oc #bruno madrigal headcanons #foggy headcanons

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i simply must know what are you thoughts on The Dutchman

Personality-wise? As just a little dude who lives on a boat? Seems like a chill guy. I like the way he says 'gezellig'. The actor read his scenes with a wonderful, expressive earnestness and I think he did a lovely job.

Narratively-wise in the context of Amsterdam? Mixed in a few ways. I see what they were trying to do, but I don't think they executed it cleanly. The pilot / lightning clues didn't feel organic. After watching the episode, I saw a lot of people online talking about how it was clearly referencing Roman Holiday--a movie I have not seen. My personal opinion when it comes to media referencing media is that you have to be thoughtful of how someone who's not familiar with it will interpret it. In this case I think they prioritized painting the story they wanted to tell, but in doing so they forgot to take into account how an unfamiliar watcher would primarily view the scene from the pov character's logic, in this case Rebecca.

Narratively-wise in the context of Amsterdam an the finale? When the finale aired I think my response was, "Oh. Okay then." I wasn't wowed by it. The storytelling tactics they used were solid but not necessarily satisfying. Then the longer I thought about it, the more I was annoyed. The psychic storyline just wasn't very good. It started out with a strong swing, but the longer it went on the more I forgot it was happening. If I put all of the pieces of the 'clues' together, there's no single story running through the reveals, no escalation of the stakes via narrative or emotions. They just kind of happen one after the other. They introduced this tension with Rebecca realizing that she was unsatisfied with this part of her life and then she...well, aside from looking into the physical possibility of giving birth, she didn't do anything did she? Everything after that was just the plot happening to her. She finds a clue, makes a shocked face, and then goes about her day. The plot just happens to her.

This is additionally frustrating because there were many ways that plot could have gone. She could have actively decided to adopt. The narrative could have turned it back around to a 'if you're pursuing what you want, eventually it will find you' storyline and had her actively seek out the opportunities that would allow her to build a family. It could have--and here's an actual twist--actually been the first show I could think of where the main character actively wrestles with the fact that she's too old to have kids and learns to make peace with it without ever being mocked by the narrative for being less than. It could have taken the easy stance of just 'fuck psychics, they're all frauds'.

Just to be clear my gripe is not that she fell in love with a random dude on a boat. My gripe is that the narrative set this up as something not-random, something meant to happen, and then stripped all agency from the character in how to get there.

She didn't even fall in the river for a good reason! The accident wasn't even for Rebecca-driven reason! She dropped her army soldier in and jumped in without thinking! She was on the phone with Keeley, who said something like 'blargh! I'm right behind you!', and when Rebecca turned around too fast she fell in! She saw a goddamn Richmond ghost and got spooked! Even a crumb of agency would have made it seem like an experience Rebecca alone was meant to have.

The one thing I think was just lovely, absolutely heart-stabbing, was that they got the actress that played young Rebecca to also play her (implied future) daughter. But that had nothing to do with the Dutchman or the plot. That was just inspired casting.

So what to I think of the Dutch Boat Guy?

Eh. He's fine.

Additional note: I have mentioned this before that the day Amsterdam aired I had just listened to a four hour podcast episode about Jeffrey Dahmer, a serial killer who's MO was luring people back to his house and then drugging him. This made watching the Dutchman scenes WILDLY UNCOMFORTABLE. Not knowing that they were referencing another movie did not help this fact.

#ask box is always open #sorry dutch boatman guy #in a different show we might've been friends #rebecca welton #ted lasso #ted lasso critical

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INCARNADINE.

CHAPTER 1

It's easy to believe that death is peaceful. We think that life is our punishment and death is our sweet release. There is so much we wish we could do or change. Life is not a game or a journey, it's a process. And so is love. We live our lives running torwards the edge even if we are already destined to perish in the deep end. We sacrifice so much of ourselves, taking our existence for granted or throwing it away as if it means nothing. We cage ourselves by our own choices and actions, we burn ourselves alive in a never ending fire lit by our very own regrets一 this is what means to be human. When we die...there's only one thing we think about: time. We want more time, we need more time, foolishly wishing we could turn time back to reverse our mistakes, to rectify every wrong we've ever done, to our loved ones or to ourselves, every route we didn't take, every business left unfinished. But in order to step over our fear of the unknown, we await death with open arms...

Is that the end?

. . .

No. Y/n couldn't tell pain apart from death that night.

She thought she was strong enough to walk away and find an escape but the heat was everywhere, it was following her; she wasn't herself, she kept running without destination, chased by the faces she was forced to leave behind.

Breathing made her chest hurt.

In her mind, there was a torched iron rod put through her heart, twisting whenever smoke scraped down her lungs, unable to cough it out. She knew she was in agony, both physically and emotionally, but perhaps she wanted to push on, for Taehyung. For her mother, her father. This was hell for her, a maze of hopelessness mocking her shallow breaths. The path ahead of her, the sky, the tree line, the air itself...it was blurry. She was suffocating, fading away by the second, yet she felt numb. The heat clung to her skin with sweat and soot, salting the burn marks through the ruined dress she wore. Her hair was no longer tied, her feet were bare, her eyes stung, blinded with hot tears...

She just remembers the moon. It was there, up in the clouds. A cold witness, stone faced by the whispers of a tragic night. She was this tragedy, this miserable catastrophe, another poor soul dealt unfairly by this filthy world. They took them, they took them away from her, she doesn't know who but someone did it. The phrase repeats inside her head like a broken, screaming voice, no matter how foggy and out of control her thoughts swim, and maybe it's her voice. It hurts, so much so that her legs give up underneath of her, sending her to the ground with a last shot of strength.

She cannot go on.

She's dying.

Just as she gets out of the forest near the house, to the edge, unmoving in the open field a few meters from the road, she lays. She wasn't worth it, she tells herself. Taehyung, her fiance, he saved her from burning with them inside only for her weak body to desert her toward her untimely demise. A part of her feels light, she could be lifted to the sky and she'd be happy that way, taken into oblivion to her sweet death to be with them, to be freed of her life. Painless, without fear, without despair. Yet, there's something in her that wishes for time, for a second chance, something dark, something cruel.

But she's so tired...she can't stay awake.

. . .

The night of jully 21st was the last time Y/n saw her family and fiance. It started out as a normal evening, with the four of them gathered around a bright, lavish dinner table. Taehyung decided to tell her parents about their engagement, they were planning to get married soon, to which they showed their approval without hesitation, glad their only daughter could share her life with someone who'd love her as much as she deserved. It was a wonderful, humorous and heartfelt reunion which left its imprint as a familiar, comforting memory. Nothing could bring Y/n spirits down, she felt like she could build her own future for once and not have to endure watching her ideals crash down, in a million shards, piece by piece, as she might have if her parents would've arranged her into a loveless marriage like many others in their town did to their daughters. Looking back on that feeling of fulfilment, of pride and contentment, she recognized the faults hidden in the details at a given moment of realization...

Torwards the later hours of the night, the lights went out. It would have been common to be a regular blackout as electricity's relatively new in town and people still use gas lamps and candles, except for the strange occurence that the servants were nowhere to be found and the front doors of the house were locked when the family split up to lit the candles. Something was wrong on the hallway, near the front door, the telltale of gasoline leaking beneath the door and inside, the noises on the rooftop they'd dismissed and the explosion above that set in motion the rest of the arson.

She screamed so loud, she heard the fire shake the building and spread fast. What used to be the quiet of the house kindled the roaring flames of their enclosed inferno, licking at the walls and up the ceilings with ferocious intent. The smoke clogged her throat, she saw her mother lose consciousness from it in the arms of her father, crying out to survive, to do anything一 anything other than submitting to their fates.

Taehyung's hands were steady but his eyes communicated more than his lips could. To him, her parents had no hope, they were going to perish anyway and he wasn't going to try and help them before helping her first. The more their petrified, teary orbs met, the more the fire clawed at their bodies and simmering parts of the incinerated home rained down upon them, the blaze greedy to swallow them too and be done once and for all. Burning wood kept dropping into their path to cut their attempts short, deprived of clean air and an inkling of a tomorrow.

When she was a baby, she'd stayed too long in her mother's womb due to complications, being born with a weak heart and barely able to use her lungs. That's what her mother said. Throughout her life, she has always been intelligent and naturally gifted such as playing the piano, complimented for her talents and capable to draw an invisible line between logic and the unreal, crossing it sometimes solely on the bases of her imagination. Her true impediment pointed to her fragile health, and while she'd dealt with it to adjust her life style, she knew she wouldn't get out of the fire without the sure cards dictating her death. If the fire didn't kill her, the smoke would, Taehyung knew it too, yet he fought the scorch to save her, no matter the consequences.

The window he broke reverberated as another blind sound, deaf to her, with cotton into her ears and an iced shiver climbing up her shoulder blades in spite of the heat melting at her skin. She learned the touch of his arms, she reminiscenced the way he lifted her and let her jump out in the chilled night, a stark contrast of air and magmate warmth, a wave of nostalgia that would accompany her in the years to come. Her raw voice, yelling to him, urging her fiance to hasten his own salvation, a flicker of her soul holding her belief that atleast Taehyung would live for her and not die, like her parents did. Her fingers brushed against his before her last shreds of love slipped out of her reach, gone for the third time: the upper floor of the house collapsed...along with her heart dropping to her stomach. Taken under, nothing left in the place where he stood other than the continuous burning of the ruined house, Taehyung died in front of her...leaving her alone. All Y/n could do was run, run because he told her to, run from her pain that wasn't outside一 it was inside of her and impossible to run from.

She ran and ran, dissociated from the spaces surrounding her, on a rope and ready to step astray and free fall into the abyss laid under her feet.

She couldn't defeat the inevitable.

. . .

He smelt the fire before the embers raised to the skies, crowning their pillage of the charred house. The crunching sounds of his boots on the forest leaves permeate the silence, bringing him to the spot of her traces, far enough that the darkness lends its shadows to suppress the wreckage and guide his passage to his prey. A potent, mouth watering scent enraptures the vampire, tainted by smoke but fragrant: blood.

Jimin wanted to feed, he went out with that primal thought and need at the forefront of his mind. Usually, he'd go in town to pick up an unassuming victim from bars, motels or socialite parties held by noble families, but tonight he allowed his senses to lead him amok, blending in the obscurity of the night like second nature. The smell beckons closer, the silhouette of the fallen girl veiled at the shade of a tree. Crouching to inspect his would be supple source of feeding, he takes her shoulder and turns her. Deft fingers pull the hair off her face, fingertips caressing her cheek down to the slope of her neck, pressing for a pulse to the vein of her throat that calls out to him like a hummingbird flapping its wings desperately. It's slow, she doesn't have much longer left. He can count her heartbeats, uneven and almost stopping. His gaze sweeps to her features then一 she's young, not younger than him self perhaps or atleast he assumes, if he doesn't add the years of eternity from his past. A waste of beauty and vitality, at his mercy, her heart literally in the center of his palm, with him as the single, utmost judge who would seal her slumber or awakening; seemingly nonchalant and yet with reason, he changes his mind. He would turn her and find out her story.

Bitting into his own wrist, he forces her numbed mouth to part, inadvertently stirring her weakened form.

Y/n wheezes, tasting the acrid bitterness of iron. Tired eyes catch sight of the ethereal looking male in the misty moonlight, feeling as though she'd slipped from a dream to another. Strong arms stave off the heat, lifting her up. This must be it, she tells herself, an angel of death coming to collect her. But she has to make sure.

"Who..." she whispers, exhaustion setting in her bones and behind her heavy eyelids. Her intention is to ask who he is.

A pause. A sigh. Her reaper replies, sweet, dark voiced: "Someone you shouldn't have met."

Her hair and dress billow against his frame as he walks, carrying her akin a bride. The blackness of oblivion begin to rob Y/n of the shreds of her humane life, dragging her under and fogging her being. She drifts away, a strange whim to sink in the safety provided by what she thought to be a phantasm, a figment of her sleep from the moments of an impeding end. She expects to stop feeling alltogether, to stop breathing forever, not to wake up again.

She slumps in Jimin's arms, yielding to his curse without knowledge.

. . .

bonus spoiler: Taehyung isn't dead

#park jimin #jimin x reader #bts jimin #jimin #jimin x y/n #kim taehyung #bts #bts taehyung #bts v #vampire #dark fantasy #romance #action

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