#the bird skins have a very special place in my heart

[chairkind]

sometimes, it is best to let our feelings wither. it will take space, and time, and honesty, but eventually, they will. i promise.

swiftowl to me is a pairing about a forest keeper and the lead performer of a traveling circus that stops by a small town. they fall in love, but they both know it's fleeting due to the fact that the circus will leave once all the shows are over.

and even if they want to stay together, eli doesn't want mike to abandon the stage just for him. it's where he belongs. so it's a lot of yearning for the two of them i guess haha

[queenshelby]

Playtime with Daddy (One Shot)

Pairing: Cillian Murphy x "Stepdaughter" Reader

Warning: Smut, Daddy! Kink, Roleplay

Note: Everyone is over 18!

It was a Sunday afternoon when you were alone at home with your stepfather Cillian and, as usual, you spent some time together, playing games. 

Cillian had a magnetic charm about him that made you feel safe and protected, despite the fact that he had been married to your mother for only a few short months. His warm smile and twinkling eyes drew you closer and his gentle manner put you at ease. As you sat beside him during your game, the scent of his cologne lingered in the air, mingling with the subtle aroma of wood and musk, filling you with a sense of warmth and comfort.

"So," said Cillian, glancing over at you fondly, "how have you been feeling lately? Any troubles I should know about?" His voice was soft, almost tender, as if he genuinely cared about your wellbeing.

You hesitated before answering, the corners of your mouth pulling downwards slightly. "Well," you began, your voice cracking just a bit, "I have been a little curious about things lately." You paused, looking up at Cillian, who gazed back at you with an unreadable expression. "Things like, you know..."

Cillian raised an eyebrow, his face impassive. "Like what?"

Cillian asked, his curiosity piqued. There was something about the way you hesitated to finish your sentence that intrigued him. He couldn't help but wonder what exactly it was that you wanted to know more about.

"Well," you started again, your voice trembling ever so slightly, "I guess I'm just...curious about the way I feel, down there... I have this funny sensation when I am spending time with you." The words tumbled out of your mouth faster than you could stop them. Your cheeks reddened as you looked away, hoping he wouldn't be too upset by your confession.

"It's nothing really," you whispered softly, "I mean, I don't think it's anything bad..."

Cillian chuckled softly, reaching out to place a comforting hand on your shoulder. "Hey now," he murmured gently, "There's no need to feel embarrassed," he went on to say before suggesting that he would have a look.

"You want to have a look at my special place?" you managed to whisper, your heart pounding against your chest like a trapped bird. You could feel the blush creeping up your neck until it reached your ears, causing them to turn hot and prickly. Cillian's gaze held steady, locked onto yours, his lips curling into a small smile.

"Why not?" he replied, his eyes sparkling mischievously. "After all, we're family now, aren't we?" He leaned back slightly, giving you space to rise from your seat.

"I suppose so," you agreed meekly, feeling a strange mix of apprehension and excitement swirling inside you.

"Very well then sweetie, lie down on the bed for me so that I can have a look at your little hole to see if everything is okay," Cillian asked you as he reached down to remove your panties, exposing your wetness.

You hesitated but eventually complied, reluctantly lying down on the bed in the dimly lit room. You shivered, the chilly air permeating your skin.

"Good girl now spread your legs apart for me so I can see it properly," Cillian instructed, his voice hushed yet commanding.

Your heart raced, but you complied, feeling exposed and vulnerable.

He moved closer, running his fingers gently across your inner thighs, sending chills up your spine.

"Just relax, baby," he whispered reassuringly, his tone soothing your anxiety.

As he examined you closely, his eyes flickered with a strange glint.

"You know, honey, I need to ensure that everything is good down there," he said softly, reaching out to gently stroke your thigh. "To do that, I might need to take a look inside."

You swallowed hard but something about his gentle manner made you feel safe. "It's alright, baby," he assured you, noticing your apprehension. "I promise it won't hurt. In fact, I think you'll enjoy it," Cillian coaxed, his warm breath fanning against your inner thigh. 

"Okay daddy," you finally mumbled as his fingers grazed your lips, tracing the outline before delicately parting them, exposing your soft pink hole. 

"Relax, baby," Cillian murmured, his voice like a lullaby, soothing your frayed nerves. "I'm just going to have a look, hmm?" he then said, and you clenched your fists, trying to brace yourself for what was about to come.

His finger brushed against your entrance, causing a jolt of sensation to shoot through your body.

He parted your labia softly, revealing the delicate inner workings of your body. His scrutiny was meticulous, as if he were examining a priceless artifact.

"Everything looks good so far," he murmured. "Your opening is very small though, isn't it? It's quite beautiful, actually."

Your cheeks turned red, and you wanted to crawl under the covers from embarrassment. But his kind tone made you feel less self-conscious.

"You see, baby," he explained, "this little hole here is usually reserved for your partner someday, but today, daddy gets to explore it firsthand."

His words shocked you, but his soft touch felt comforting, almost loving. You bit your lip, unsure how to respond.

"Don't worry," he whispered, stroking your cheek. "I'll be gentle. I will just put one finger inside now, alright?"

Cillian's index finger slowly pushed past your barrier, breaching your sacred space. You gasped, unprepared for the intrusion. A mix of discomfort and excitement coursed through you. His finger wiggled deeper, stretching you open. You squirmed beneath him, biting your lip to suppress moans.

"Does it hurt much?" he asked, sounding genuinely concerned.

"No, not really," you lied, trying to convince yourself. "It feels weird, I guess."

His hand cupped your face, turning your chin upward toward him. "You don't have to pretend with me, sweetheart," he murmured, brushing away the tears that had pooled in your eyes. "Tell me how it feels."

"It's just so big," you whimpered, clutching onto his arm, "and it hurts a little."

Cillian nodded his head, looking deep into your eyes. "I'm sorry, baby," he whispered, his voice low and full of affection. "It will get better once I start moving my finger in and out a bit. You will see."

He then winked at you, then carefully inserted another finger along with the first one.

The burn intensified, searing through your core, and you arched off the mattress, letting out a muffled cry.

"It's all right," he consoled you, kissing your forehead tenderly. "You're doing great. Just breathe deeply and focus on my touch."

You listened to his advice, inhaling a sharp breath and exhaling long and slow.

With encouragement from Cillian, you began to relax, allowing your muscles to loosen around his fingers. The discomfort eased, replaced by a new sensation that made you arch your back and groan softly.

"That's it, sweetheart," Cillian praised, his voice thickening. "Feel it for me. Let me hear those noises you make."

A flush swept over your face, but you let loose a soft moan, reveling in the odd pleasure. Cillian grinned wickedly, his fingers thrusting faster, deeper.

"There you go, baby," he crooned, his voice husky with lust. "Let daddy listen to those pretty sounds you're making."

You cried out, unable to hold back any longer. Your hands balled into fists, nails digging into the sheets, as wave after wave of bliss consumed you.

"Maybe daddy can put something else in to your little hole now that you are a little more stretched out," Cillian suggested, withdrawing his fingers and watching your reaction carefully.

You glanced up at him, your gaze filled with curiosity and trepidation.

"Like what?" you managed to ask between ragged breaths.

A devilish grin stretched across his face. "Well," he teased, leaning close to whisper in your ear, "maybe a toy or even…"

You held your breath, waiting for him to finish.

"Or even what, daddy?" you prodded, desperate to see where this would lead.

"Maybe daddy could put his penis into your hole," Cillian teased, his tone laced with mischief. He reached down and rubbed himself through his pants, hinting at what he meant. You gulped, your insides twisting nervously.

"But wouldn't that hurt?" you ventured, hoping to stall the inevitable.

"Only when it first goes in," Cillian responded, a sly twinkle in his eye. "And then you will get used to it and it will even feel quite nice," he said and you flushed scarlet, unable to believe what you were hearing. 

"Are you sure it won't hurt too much?" you managed to ask, swallowing hard.

"I am sure," Cillian said. "Despite, you are a big girl now and big girls do this kind of thing all the time."

You felt your heart pounding fast, your mouth suddenly dry. The idea of having your stepfather's penis inside you terrified you, but at the same time, the thought aroused you. 

"Okay daddy," you stammered, your voice trembling. "I... I think I'm ready," you forced out, your palms sweating.

Cillian patted your cheek, his smile growing wider.

"Alright, baby," he said, pulling his pants down slowly. "We are going to do this together."

You stared wide-eyed at his erect member, the sight both terrifying and mesmerizing.

"Are you sure, daddy?" you whispered, a lump forming in your throat.

"Oh, yes, baby," Cillian replied confidently, caressing your cheek with the back of his hand. "I've been dreaming about this moment ever since you moved in with us."

He climbed onto the bed, positioning himself between your legs.

His erection stood tall and hard, eager to breach your untouched depths. A bead of sweat trickled down your neck, and your breathing quickened. You knew what was coming, but you couldn't stop it.

"Take a deep breath, baby," Cillian encouraged, his eyes locked on yours. You took a steadying breath, trying to calm your racing heart.

"Now, I'm going to guide you through this," he assured you, placing a hand on your hip. "I'll be gentle, I promise."

You nodded, your grip tightening on the sheets underneath you. He leaned in, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

"I love you, baby," he breathed warmly against your skin. "I promise it'll be worth it."

You closed your eyes, feeling the weight of his manhood resting against your folds.

"Okay," you muttered, bracing yourself for the intrusion.

"Here we go," Cillian said firmly, guiding your hips upward slightly. "Daddy will put his penis in now, okay?" Cillian spoke softly, the intimacy of their situation heavy in the air. You couldn't find the words to speak, your mouth dry and your heart hammering madly in your chest. The silence hung thick between you, the tension mounting.

"It's going to feel different from earlier," Cillian said, pausing briefly. "Remember, I told you big girls do this all the time? So you're going to be a big girl too, aren't you?"

You nodded silently, your hands gripping the sheets tightly.

Your heart pounded erratically in your chest, the anticipation building heavily within you. You couldn't believe what was happening, but something deep down urged you to continue.

Cillian guided his tip to your entrance, his swollen shaft throbbing against your sensitive flesh. You tried to remember to breathe, but the anticipation made it difficult. With every centimeter that inched closer, the heat built between your legs.

"Just push back against me, baby," Cillian whispered in your ear, his hot breath fanning against your neck as his cockhead slipped inside you.

You strained to accommodate him, feeling his thickness stretch you painfully. Your breath caught in your throat, and you gripped the sheets tighter. The sensation was overwhelming; it was unlike anything you'd experienced before.

"Shh," Cillian murmured, his fingers stroking your hair. "Just breathe, baby. Relax."

You nodded, forcing yourself to remain still, despite the burning discomfort that radiated from your core.

"You're doing great," Cillian encouraged, his voice hoarse with anticipation. "Just breathe and let daddy in."

You nodded, your hands shaking as you attempted to grasp the sheets beneath you. "It feels so huge," you admitted, the truth spilling freely from your lips.

"I know, baby," Cillian said, his voice cracking slightly. "That's why you should relax and let daddy guide you through this."

He placed a gentle kiss on your forehead, his lips cool and comforting. "Just push back against me," he whispered, his breath fanning against your heated skin as he reached your barrier.

You winced, the sudden burn catching you off guard. He paused, his breath shallow, as if reading your reaction. "Sshh," he murmured, his fingers combing through your hair. "I know, baby," he said, his voice cracking slightly.

"The next bit will hurt, but it's necessary for daddy to fully put his penis into you," he said, his voice hushed and low. "I'm going to push now. Are you ready, baby?" Cillian asked, his voice strained with anticipation.

"Yes, daddy," you answered, your breath hitching unevenly as, with one swift thrust, he tore through your barrier.

You screamed out, your nails scratching his back.

"Shh, baby," Cillian soothed, his hand cradling your cheek. "It's over now. I am all the way inside you now," Cillian murmured, his breath tickling your ears as he started to move inside you.

"You're such a brave girl," he added, his voice thick with emotion. "Daddy loves you so much."

Your heart swelled at his words, and you felt a strange sense of pride wash over you. Despite the intense pain, you realized that you had done something incredible. You had let your stepfather inside you. The realization sent a rush of warmth through your veins.

"I love you too, daddy," you managed to say, your voice cracking like fragile porcelain as Cillian thrusted deeper inside you.

His response came swiftly, a feverish grunt coupled with a desperate thrust.

"Fuck!" he hissed, his chest heaving with exertion. "You're so tight, baby."

You moaned softly, your body responding involuntarily to his passionate movements.

"So fucking tight," Cillian growled, his breaths becoming ragged. "Oh, god, I'm losing control," he groaned, the intensity of his words echoing the fervor of his thrusts.

You moaned, your nails clawing at the sheets beneath you. Each surge of sensation threatened to unravel every thread of restraint left within you.

"You make daddy feel so good," Cillian rasped, his voice barely audible in the dimly lit room.

The scent of sex lingered in the air, a potent reminder of the taboo act unfolding between you.

Your toes curled instinctively, your body reacting to the raw sensuality of the encounter.

"Do you know, baby," Cillian whispered into your ear, his breath hot and intoxicating, "how much I've fantasized about this moment?"

You shook your head, the pain dulling into a steady throb.

"I never imagined it would hurt this much," you whispered, your voice weak and trembling.

Cillian slowed his pace, his thrusts weakening with concern. "I'm sorry, baby," he murmured, his voice tinged with guilt. "I didn't mean to hurt you."

The dim light filtered through the window, casting shadows on the walls. You tried to sit up, but the effort was overwhelming.

"It's fine, daddy," you lied, your eyes brimming with unshed tears. "I'm just getting used to it."

You didn't want him to worry about you, even though the throbbing in your pelvis was unbearable.

"Just keep going," you managed to say, your voice barely above a whisper.

Cillian sighed, his grip tightening on your waist. "Okay, baby," he agreed, his voice strained with desire. "But if you need me to stop, tell me, alright?"

You nodded, your lips pressed tightly together. The last thing you wanted was for him to think you weren't enjoying yourself.

"Daddy is almost done," he promised, his words punctuated by heavy, labored breaths. 

You lay there, panting and drenched in sweat, but there was no denying the pleasure that coursed through you with each thrust.

"Daddy wants to show you how much you mean to me," he murmured, his voice thick with passion.

His words stirred feelings within you you'd never known existed.

"I'll make it good for you, baby," he promised, his kisses peppering your neck.

You moaned softly, the sensation of his erection filling you erasing the lingering sting of pain.

Cillian's thrusts turned from tentative to relentless, his rhythmic motions driving you wild. The dampness of your thighs and the smell of sweat and sex enveloped you, cocooning you in a haze of lust.

"God, baby," Cillian groaned, his fingers digging into your hips. "You feel so perfect," he told you and, suddenly, it hit you. A wave of pleasure surged through your body, and you clutched the sheets tightly, wanting to scream but fearing it would ruin the moment.

"It's okay, baby," Cillian murmured, his thrusts slowing down, allowing you to revel in the euphoria coursing through you. "Cry out, baby."

You did, your voice breaking through the silence, a high-pitched wail that echoed in the enclosed space. It was liberating, frightening, painful, and pleasurable – all at once.

The release of your pent-up emotions, accompanied by the physical demands of being fucked roughly by your stepfather, was an indescribable rush. Your eyes fluttered shut in ecstasy, overwhelmed by the tidal wave of orgasms crashing down upon you.

"Oh, fuck! Baby, you're squeezing me so tight," Cillian exclaimed, his grip tightening on your hips. Every thrust drove you further into a state of frenzied bliss. This was forbidden, wrong, but oh, so enticing.

"Daddy is going to put some of his cum into you now, okay?" Cillian murmured, his fingers skimming along your stomach as he neared his orgasm.

"What do you mean, daddy?" you asked, a wave of unease washing over you.

Cillian smirked, his eyes glistening with lust. "Nothing to worry about, baby," he said, his voice dropping to a whisper. "Just a little something special for your hole. Like a magic potion," he groaned as his climax approached. He plunged his erection deeper within you, thrusting with a renewed urgency as he tumbled over the edge. 

The force behind his release surprised you, as his semen surged into you, filling you completely.

"That's it, baby," he murmured, panting heavily, thrusting into you. "Soak it all up for daddy," he groaned.

You squirmed beneath him, feeling the wetness oozing from your sore pussy. His release had filled you to the brim, creating a strange sensation that contrasted sharply with the raw pleasure you had experienced moments ago.

As Cillian continued to thrust into you, you could feel him soften slowly, his erection subsiding.

"Baby," he gasped, his voice strained and raw with exhaustion. "I am spent," he groaned as the intense encounter had left you both drained. 

"Me too," you told him. "And I am so glad I have married an actor," you smiled, looking at him intently. "This kind of role play is a real turn on for me and I bet you had a lot of fun playing your role as my stepfather, huh?"

Cillian chuckled softly, his blue eyes sparkling mischievously. "Yeah, I must admit, it wasn't half bad," he agreed before pulling you in for a kiss. "I hope you enjoyed it."

"Loved it," you whispered, nibbling on his bottom lip before pushing him away slightly. "But I have to confess something."

"What's that?" he asked, raising an eyebrow curiously.

"It was kind of awkward calling you 'daddy' during sex," you confessed, blushing slightly. 

"Yeah," Cillian agreed, running a hand through his messy brown hair. "It does sound a bit strange, doesn't it?"

"Well, it was still hot," you admitted, giggling nervously.

"Of course it was," Cillian laughed, giving you a playful nudge. "I'm irresistibly good at my job, right?"

"I suppose," you joked, rolling your eyes playfully. "I'll give you that much credit."

[sunlightmurdock]

Ashes, Ashes | Prologue | Bradley Bradshaw

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Six days after Maverick’s disappearance, Bradley isn’t quite whole anymore. But, there isn’t time to crumble.

warnings: : age gap (23/33), smut, angst, hurt / comfort, mentions of character death, mourning, extra warnings to be added chapter by chapter. This entire fic and my blog is an 18+ space, minors do not interact. Do not repost.

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“Rooster, those bandits are closing. We can’t go back.”

“Rooster, he’s gone. Maverick’s gone.”

It’s a stomach-sick, sweat inducing kind of fever that lingers now on this mild morning. Breeze blowing across his skin, patterned and rhythmic, reminding him every now and again to breathe.

It has been exactly six days since Pete Mitchell was declared missing in action. Six days since a missile meant for Bradley hit Pete’s plane and sent the sixty-five million dollar aircraft spiraling into miles and miles of desolate, freezing forest. Bradley has slept four times in those six days, and each time he has, his subconscious reminds him of exactly what he is responsible for

Today is a relatively chilly morning in May, and Bradley is sitting on the front step of a cottage near Bird Rock in northern San Diego. Today is the first day since he got home three and a half days ago that he has left his apartment. Natasha stayed over last night. She has stayed over every night. She slept by his side, on top of his covers, just holding his hand. When he was in the shower this morning, she laid out his clothes for him. She hasn’t ever known him to be this quiet. Ever.

He hasn’t said much at all since they got back. Natasha knows that he’s picturing himself alone in that forest. Dead, or worse.

Now, she sits at his side and rubs soft circles on his shoulder over the black fabric of his t-shirt. He would do it for her, if she was the one going through this. She would be too stubborn to listen to him too. They have known each other since flight school. Natasha got so drunk the first Friday that Bradley spent his entire first Friday holding her hair back while she threw up.

The next day, Bradley embarrassed himself so badly in front of a girl he liked that he almost quit just so that they wouldn't have to see each other again. After that, they have remained pretty close. Especially now, when they need each other.

“Rooster, no one expects you to be here right now — you went through something awful out there.” She says it one last time anyway, even though she knows that it won’t change a single thing.

That’s one of the reasons that their friendship is so strong — sometimes a person just has to do what they have to do, Bradley and Natasha respect that sentiment. Even if it means texting back a no-good ex, or staying out a little too late on a work night now and again. Each other’s best interests are always at heart, but it’s human to not put yourself first now and again.

Bradley hasn’t sat on the steps of Maverick’s two bedroom beach cottage since he was thirteen. Right before Maverick pissed off an admiral and got shipped out somewhere crazy, somewhere cold — he can’t remember exactly where anymore, he never wrote a letter there. Right before he started only seeing Maverick on holidays and special occasions, the occasional baseball game.

Pete bought this place back in the eighties. He got it for a steal. A craftsman bungalow three blocks from the beach, with two bedrooms and a small yard. He had wanted to be close to Carole, and he had just gotten married. Bradley’s memories of Charlie are faint, but he knows that her father helped Pete with the down payment. Maverick hated him for that. His first and, as it happened, only marriage hadn’t lasted very long. Two or three years, maximum. She was gone before Bradley finished second grade, anyway.

The spare room here used to be Bradley’s. Back when his mom worked weekends at a hotel in La Jolla, and he and Pete would take Friday night trips to Blockbuster every week. He hasn’t even been inside yet. He can’t imagine how much the interior would have changed since those weekends back in the nineties.

Glancing down at the IWC clock face on his wrist, the big hand has been creeping up on ten o’ clock for what feels like hours by now. Breeze sweeps a strand of Natasha’s hair off of her face. She leans against her best friend, her palm trailing to the middle of his back.

Natasha has two parents. They definitely don’t see eye-to-eye often, but she knows where they are. It’s a Sunday, they’ll be at Costco. She has a sister who gets on her nerves but adores her nonetheless, Leona will be at a spin class this morning. None of the people she loves are missing. If one of them were, she would have others to lean on.

For Bradley, it’s just her now.

“I can’t let her turn up to an empty house.” Bradley’s voice comes out more hoarse than either of them is expecting it to. He hasn’t cried yet. He keeps thinking he might, the urge is there, but the tears just don’t come.

Bradley doesn’t even know you. Not really. Not even when he was a kid. It’s been sixteen years since Bradley was even on speaking terms with Maverick. But now, everything’s different. He has a debt that he’ll never repay.

It has been six days. If Maverick survived the initial hit, and the ejection, then he has still been out in the snow for six days. Probably injured. Alone. Being hunted. He’s gone. And yet, Bradley just can’t — or won’t — grieve him. Moving on isn’t an option.

The person that they are waiting for is yourself. Pete Mitchell’s only child. Bradley doesn’t even know who he’s looking for. The last time he saw you was when you were three years old, staring at him from the backseat of your mother’s blue ford escort with a pacifier in your mouth while your parents argued a few feet away.

Penny Benjamin is the one that contacted you after the initial Navy correspondence. Bradley wouldn’t have even known how. He doesn’t have Maverick’s number any more, much less yours. Back when he knew you, you didn’t even know your numbers. Really he only saw you a handful of times. You hadn’t crossed paths much. Your mother lived up near Oregon. She was a waitress. Most of the time Pete drove up to see you, or the weekends that you visited him, Bradley would stay with a neighbour.

He bows his head just slightly, elbows rested on his parted knees. Maybe he shouldn’t have worn sweats. He hasn’t ever let Natasha dress him before. Today wasn’t a good day to start. Meeting Mav’s kid wouldn’t be a formal occasion, but under the circumstances.

His ears perk up at the sound of a misfire. Natasha flinches against him. She’s not been feeling that great since they got home either. Her dreams are like his too. It doesn’t matter. The car squeals around the corner at the far end of the street like its driver is trying to get it onto just two wheels. He lifts his head in time to see a steel blue ford escort hit the curb on the street just past Maverick’s property line.

Instantly, he pushes himself onto his feet. That kind of maniacal attitude to manning a vehicle must be hereditary.

Both he and Natasha watch as the driver slams their fists into the wheel in frustration. Then, you, the driver, notice them for the first time.

You’ve seen Bradley Bradshaw periodically throughout your life. There is no escaping his image when Maverick’s around. But, none of those photos are recent. They’re all from at least twelve years ago now. The only information you had been given was that Bradley looked kind of like Goose now.

And you — are not a little kid anymore. Natasha pushes herself to her feet, brushing the dust from her palms onto her jeans. A brief look is sent towards her best friend, but he doesn’t reciprocate. He’s staring straight ahead as you twist open the door handle and kick.

It complies with a groan and you start off with one foot on the pavement. High top black converse. The other foot follows next. Jeans. Normal, appropriate for the early May weather before the heat really picks up.

Then, as you push yourself to stand, Bradley can see the rest of you. You exhale and your hand flies to the back of your neck instantly.

“Hi,” You force out. “Bradley, right?”

That’s stupid. You know who he is. He knows who you are. You both know why you’re here. Natasha watches as you cringe into yourself, not necessarily physically, but it’s plastered all over your worried little face anyway.

“Yeah.” Bradley agrees without a nod. His hands are neither in his pockets nor doing anything else that might be productive. He tells himself that he should maybe shake your hand, but he doesn’t. He tells himself that maybe he should say something more, but he doesn’t.

Towering over the pretty brunette at his side, Bradley doesn’t look anything like he had in his photos at high school graduation. His face is longer and wider at the same time, his cheeks have lost some of their roundness but they still have a youthful pink flush. His hair is shorter, auburn and tidy around the back and sides. Still trying to be curly on top.

He grew up near the beach and his skin tells the tale. Freckles and a golden glow to his skin that you just know is an all year round kind of thing by now. Slight redness across his collarbones, the high points of his body where the sun hits most when he’s drying off after a swim.

In his eyes, you were hoping to find the boy from the pictures. The grinning blond in the baseball uniform. Instead, there’s something else.

Whatever it is, you hope it isn’t pity. Just because his dad — no, you shouldn’t think that. It shouldn’t start out like this.

“How was the drive? — Not too bad, I hope?” The tiny brunette finally bursts through the wall of silence that you and Bradley have been competitively building up since your sneaker touched the pavement two minutes ago. “I’m Natasha. I work with… — I — I’m Bradley’s friend.”

“Hi. It wasn’t too bad. I need to see a mechanic while I’m here, but — I don’t know. I’ll find time.” Just from watching you, Natasha can see that you’re all over the place. Neither here nor there. You don’t look like you’ve been crying either. Mascara intact, your makeup looks pretty.

Bradley knows that it has been a long time since he and Maverick were on speaking terms. He knows that even before that, they didn’t talk much about you. But, shit — he wishes now that he had at least seen a picture first so that he could prepare himself.

He remembers footie pajamas and drool and chubby, perpetually sticky cheeks.

Now, the belt looped through your blue jeans makes sure that the denim hugs you in all of the right places and that tank top is confirming to him that you’re no longer anything like the faint image he has in some of his oldest memories.

There’s got to be something wrong with him — that that’s the first thing that sprung to his mind. That Mav’s kid got hot in the twenty years since he saw her last. He shakes it from his head. Physically. He shakes his head and finally springs into action.

“What’s the matter with it?”

For the first time in five days, it’s the first time that someone hasn’t started a conversation by asking how you’re holding up. It catches you totally unprepared, and your knowledge of cars leaves you under qualified to answer anyway.

Bradley Bradshaw takes three long strides along the stone garden path and he has reached you already. He’s on a course right for you, and he’s big when he’s not squished into one of those photo frames in Maverick’s house. You lean back slightly, starting to brace for the impact of him hitting you.

He’s aware of his size and has learned to grow careful with it, stepping around you narrowly and heading straight for your old shitbox of a car.

“I don’t know. The steering is loose and the engine is making a weird noise.”

Bradley twists his neck and shoots an incredulous look at you, back over one of his wide shoulders. It’s a fourteen hour drive down from the Oregon coast, on a good day, and this car ran like shit when your mother bought it twenty something years ago.

Popping the hood, Bradley finds himself thinking of something other than those snowy peaks for the first time all week.

Ahead of you, you’re confronted with Mav’s place. The cottage you were forced to spend the occasional weekend or weeks in during the summer a couple of times through your childhood. Most of the times that you saw Pete were in your hometown. He was always the one who travelled. It seemed fair. His job meant that it didn’t happen often.

Your memories of this house are faint, but the same uncomfortable restless feeling it gives you remains. You remember quiet days sitting on the couch with your hands in your lap, waiting for that court-mandated forty-eight hours to be up.

Natasha is facing the other way. She watches Bradley step off of the curb and pop your hood. Bradley has a technical knowledge of engineering from his career, and a slightly broader scope from his interest in vintage cars — but he’s not a mechanic.

A quick glance to her right and she takes note of the way you’re frowning at the weeds poking through the stone path pavers.

Like watching a storm roll in before a big surf, Natasha has a bad feeling about this arrangement. Two people who should be coming to terms with their grief, and it's clear to her that you’re both planning on ignoring this problem by busying yourself for as long as you can.

“You can’t drive this piece of shit.” Bradley decides from the street. You turn slowly on the balls of your feet and push your hands into the pockets of your jeans. He doesn’t even look up.

Crowding over the hood of your car, glaring down at it. Thick shoulders filling out a plain black t-shirt and long legs hidden under loose fitting grey sweats. An auburn curl dangles over his forehead.

You twist and shoot a look back at Natasha.

“I… Kinda have to.” You point out. A recent graduate with no immediate career plans, who just quit their waitressing job to pick up the pieces of their presumably dead, semi-estranged father’s life. Buying a new car isn’t exactly in the budget right now.

Bradley opens his palms and braces them against the open hood. He turns his head and looks first at Natasha. His best friend. Then, the house. He learned to ride his bike on this street. Maverick lived on this street. Finally, his attention turns to you. He watches you watch him.

Leaning against your shitty, old car like it’s the only thing keeping him on his feet. Squinting at you because he left his sunglasses in work and the doctors won’t let him go back there for another couple weeks.

You’re staring back at him, wondering why he’s looking at you like that. Like he’s looking for something.

He pushes off of the car and stands, wiping his hands on his sweats. “I’ll take care of it. Whatever you need. I can drive you for a bit.”

As Bradley walks around to the back of the car and pops open the trunk to grab your bags, Natasha is struck with a numbing realization.

Maverick put himself in an early grave trying to make up for a mistake he made when he was young, and Bradley won’t stop until he does the same.

…

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[loomiskemp]

your romantic relationship with Steve takes an unexpected turn when he introduces Bucky into the equation one night at your shared apartment, making you realize that you’ve longed for both of them for years.

Rated M: innocent reader/experienced Bucky, oral fxm receiving, spanking (hand/belt), a lot of ‘yes sirs’, threesome, dirty talking, praise, slight dom/sub vibes

Everyone said you had to choose one.

But how could you when both of your friends were equally deserving of your attention? Steve was a sweetheart with a heart of gold and Bucky, well he also had a heart of gold but also had a thick coat of armor around it. It’s the first year of highschool and you felt your heart beating in your throat. Gazing at yourself in the mirror, you adjust the ends of your shirt, desperately trying not to think about the fact that Steve was waiting for you downstairs. You had a soft spot for Steve. He was your first kiss after all. You still remembered it vividly, the two of you sneaking out with a bag of blueberries, hiding under the bushes as your teacher looked for you, then before you knew it his lips were on yours just for a fleeting moment that felt like an eternity.

A soft smile tugged at your lips as you went downstairs. Steve offered you his arms and both of you headed out, going off to meet up with Bucky. When you did, you failed to notice his blue eyes raking across your body, lingering at yours and Steve’s arms that were locked together.

“Took you guys long enough,” he said, clicking his tongue. “Come on let’s go,”

He nudged himself between you and Steve, the golden boy’s brows rose with shock but he just shrugged it off. You were unaware of the competition, excitement ringing in your ears.

High school was going to be amazing, you could feel it in your very bones.

~~~

Sophomore Year College

Never would you think in your life that you would find yourself in Bucky’s room at the end of the night. You and Steve’s relationship was non-existent at this point, he asked Natasha to a party and well, Bucky asked you. To be fair, it was slightly your fault things had grown tense with Steve. You were his friend but a jealous one. For some reason you didn’t like it when other’s flocked around him like a bunch of birds. Steve grew annoyed, he grew tired. He asked you to make up your mind already, you didn’t understand what he meant.

But now you think you do.

With a shaky breath, you finally took in your surroundings, alone in the little bedroom. Bucky was in the bathroom, leaving you by yourself. Stacked on the bed beside you on top of its simple gray duvet were three extra pillows that looked like Bucky’d placed them there. You couldn’t imagine what those might be for. Leaning back on the other pillows resting against the headboard, your breathing evened out, jaw softening as you rolled your shoulders.

Bucky walked in, the first buttons of his shirt open, exposing a bit of his smooth skin. You didn’t bother hiding your lust, lips parted as your eyes trailed up and down his body, cheeks warming at the sight.

He walked toward the end of the bed, hair still messy. With a smile he stripped himself, and you let out a soft gasp.

The first naked man you’d ever seen in person, and he might as well have been carved out of gold and brought to life by the gods.

And, of course, you couldn’t stop staring at his cock. Your mouth watered as you imagined it in your mouth, your tongue sliding over it. You knew he was experienced, you’ve heard the gossip of how well Bucky was in bed, butterflies fluttered in your stomach.

What was the etiquette? Could you reach out and touch it?

“Sweetheart,” he said, and you looked up at his face, sheepish that he caught you staring. Bucky smirked at you with that hunger again as he crawled onto the bed and up your body. “I’d prefer to take my time undressing you. But these are special circumstances. May I?” He asked. You nodded, and he pulled your dress over your head, and he sighed as he raked his eyes up and down your body.

“You’re still with me?” He asked.

You nodded.

“Words, baby.”

“Yes,” you squeaked and cleared your throat.

“Yes, Bucky. I’m just a little lost. Could you...could you take the lead?”

“Mm. Of course, baby girl.” He knelt over you and took your face into his hands. “You’ll tell me if it’s too much?”

“Yes.”

“I’m going to put my mouth on you,” he murmured against your lips.

You kissed Bucky before, but it was more of a fleeting kiss. The kiss he left you with was different this time—like he was devouring your lips, intent on feeling as much of you as he could, swallowing your whimpers with grunts of his own.

His lips trailed down your body, hands squeezing your hips as he got to your breasts and drawing a stiff nipple into his mouth. He left no part of you neglected, rolling your other nipple in his thick fingers. You sighed, arching into him.

“She likes that,” he teased, muffled around your breast, smiling into your skin as you giggled in affirmation. The more he teased you there, the slicker you became, squeezing your thighs together.

He moved further down, pressing kisses to your stomach and thighs, eventually settling in front of your pussy and parting your lips with his fingers. Again he dipped his tongue into you, and this time, your brain stayed quiet.

Wet. Soft. Slick. He grunted into you, and murmured something you couldn’t quite make out. You sank into yourself, pulling him and his gentle tongue with you. As far as you were concerned, this was all that existed. This bed and the two of you. You ran your fingers through his hair, tugging softly as you ground against him, seeking something more.

It dawned on you as you clenched around nothing.

Use your words.

“Can I have your fingers?” You gasped, and he didn’t miss a beat as he sucked his middle finger into his mouth, coating it with saliva and your own slick.

“Good girl,” he praised. “Good girl, asking for what you want.”

He eased his thick finger into you, watching your face for any signs of discomfort. “How is that?” Bucky asked.

“Good,” you whimpered. “Good, um. I think I need, um. More tongue. Movement.”

He grinned again, diving back between your legs. His finger and tongue worked together, pushing you closer to the edge, your thighs trembling around his shoulders. He brushed a spot you knew of—one you’d never been able to reach yourself—and you arched up and started to shake.

“Bucky,” you whispered. “Bucky, I—“

“Cum for me. Come on, cum for me, I know you can, I can fe—“

It certainly wasn’t the first orgasm you’d ever had, but between his firm tongue and gentle ministrations and soft, encouraging words, it was certainly the best. Your thighs shook around him as you gripped his finger, his tongue licking gently as he worked you through it.

“So good, baby. Did so well for me.” You heard him talking, still working little circles inside of you.

“Bucky,” you murmured, coming back to yourself. He took his finger out of you and put it back in his mouth, closing his eyes and sucking hard like it was honey.

“Sweetheart,” he said as he crawled up the bed, draping himself next to you and cupping your jaw. His cock was hard and sticky with pre-cum against your thigh and you dropped your eyes to where he’d pressed himself against you, waiting for you to come back to the world.

“That was...wow,” you murmured. He gave a self-satisfied smile, shiny with your slick, and you pulled him down by his neck to kiss him. He rocked himself against you, restraint slipping.

“Can I touch you?” You asked against his lips. “Please?”

“Mm,” he moaned. “But this is not about me.”

Your emotions hadn’t quite settled from your earlier release, and a trickle of doubt ran through your heart. Why didn’t he want you to touch him?

“Oh,” you said, pulling back the hand that had started to playfully sneak its way down his hip, but he caught your wrist and laced his fingers with yours.

“I’m not rejecting you,” he said, kissing your palm. “To be perfectly honest, I’m worried I’ll not last if I feel your lovely hands on me. It would be embarrassing,”

Your heart unclenched. “I just...I’ve never...”

“Is it important to you?” He asked.

“I just wanna know what it feels like,” you said, truthfully. “It looks smooth.”

He looked like he was holding back a chuckle.

“Come here,” he said, rolling on his back and pulling you onto his lap to straddle his thighs. He took your hand and placed it over his cock, and you sighed at the size of it, thick enough around that your fingers didn’t touch.

You were right, though. It was smooth. Smooth and warm and dripping. Throbbing underneath your touch.

You licked your lips as he wrapped his hand around your own, showing you how to touch him.

“Good,” he said, wetting his own lips and letting your hand go. “Keep going, just like that.”

Bucky’s eyes closed, and he leaned back on the headboard. “You feel so fucking good. You’re doing so well. Squeeze just a little—there. Very good,” he groaned. Bucky, for once, had no sign of tension in his body. His plush lips parted with arousal, brow relaxed—like he’d finally allowed himself to let go.

“I think about doing this all the time,” you said, and his eyes flew open, a slight smile on his lips.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” he said, bucking into your hands, grabbing the sheets next to him.

You grinned at how much harder he got at your confession. He shuddered and caught your wrist, panting like he’d finished a marathon.

“Let us stop, or this really will end before it starts.”

You gave an airy laugh, thrilled by the power your words had over him, but acquiesced. “Yes sir,” you teased, and his eyes grew dark before he brought your hand to his lips.

“Please,” you whined, grinding yourself over him.

“Are you all opened up for me?” He growled, snaking his hand down to your suddenly gushing cunt. Bucky slipped two fingers into you, and to both of your surprises, he met no resistance as he slid them up into you. “Oh, fuck. My good fucking girl.”

The sound of you filled the room, and you whined at his filthy mouth. He rolled you over and opened your legs, pressing his fingers into you again and moving them faster, finding that spot and pulling another swift orgasm from you.

“Are you ready for me?”

“Yeah. Please, I can’t wait anymore, please fuck me,” you whined. You spread your legs, wiggling your hips at him. He pulled a pillow from the stack you’d noticed earlier and slid it under your bottom.

Bucky notched himself at your entrance and moved in slowly. The stretch wasn’t as intense as you thought it would be. It was enough to pinch, and might have hurt if you hadn’t been so prepared, but you just melted around him. He slid further and further until he was in you, kissing your lips as you took all of him.

“Good girl,” he murmured, and fuck, did he know what he was doing when he talked to you like that? “I’m going to move now.”

You nodded, too overwhelmed to speak. He cradled you, pressing his forehead against your own with both forearms caging your head. The room disappeared again, leaving the two of you and the stars.

You’d told yourself you wouldn’t get attached your first time. You wouldn’t fall in love with the first person who made you cry out their name. That person wasn’t supposed to be Bucky, though.

It was supposed to be a stranger, someone you met once and left behind just to get it over with.

Love was never supposed to be part of the equation.

Suddenly you remember your first kiss with Steve and wonder what he’s up to. Was he doing the same thing with Natasha? Was he pleasuring her with his tongue as well?

“Fuck, your little cunt is so sweet and tight,” he growled, pulling you away from your thoughts. “How long have you wanted me inside you?”

“The—the whole time—” you stuttered, overwhelmed with his praise and slightly confused.

“So fucking wet. Are you always like this for me? Do you—fuck—do you sit next to me like this?” He asked, speeding up.

“Yes,” you whined, but it was hard to hear over the squelch of your pussy. He seated himself in you, brushing against that spot from earlier, and stayed there, sneaking his hand down to your clit so he could make you cum one more time.

“You’re gonna cum on my cock, baby girl. Need to feel that.”

It didn’t take long. The stars around you burst into supernovas and you sobbed his name, his lips swallowing your cries until you stilled around him. He came with a guttural moan, just as yours died down, fucking and fucking until you were full of him, collapsing against your body.

He peppered your chest with lazy kisses, praising you again, and eventually, he pulled out and slithered down your body. You raised up on your elbows.

“What are you doing?” You asked, still in a haze.

“Just looking. Fuck, that’s so fucking pretty,” he groaned, gathering some that had dripped out and pushing it back in. “I..” He shook his head, blinking like he was waking up. “Are you feeling alright?”

You could have screamed.

“Are you kidding me? That was amazing. I can’t imagine it getting any better”

Your heart swelled at the laugh he let out. Bucky crawled back to you. “What can I do? Do you need anything?”

“In all the books I read, the guy goes to get a washcloth and gently cleans the girl up,” you said, giggling.

“I guess I’ll do that then.” he answered with a wide grin.

~~~

7 Years Later

The last thing you expect is to see Bucky standing at the door of your shared apartment with Steve.

The three of you had come a long way. Lots of heartbreaks, their rock career taking off, them getting a lot of tattoos and you finally confessing to Steve after your break up with Bucky. Funnily enough you three managed to stay friends, it was hard but it worked somehow. Now you and Steve had your own apartment, it was well after their gig, so you weren’t expecting to see Bucky. You had just gotten out of the shower too, your towel tightly wrapped around your body.

“What are you doing here?” you say, slightly breathless.

Suddenly Steve comes up behind you, wrapping a strong arm around your waist. “I invited him,”

“Why?”

“Rude,” Bucky replies with a roll of his blue eyes.

“I thought you would be happy to have me,”

“I am–”

“We just realized something you still haven’t,” said Steve, his presence intimidating.

“And what’s that?”

You turn your gaze to Steve, eyebrows raised.

“You love the both of us,”

The air around you chills, your mind a tornado as memories flood your brain. Goosebumps burst across your skin at the realization, all this time, the back and forth between the two men, Steve was right. It’s always been both of them. You remembered those times where you couldn’t decide, thinking they both deserved you. Taking advantage of your silence, Bucky steps inside and closes the door behind him.

“You’re okay, aren’t you, baby?”

“Yes,” you breathe. You look at Steve for confirmation that this is all okay, and he nods at you, observing.

“You’re all wet,” Bucky says, and you shudder as he trails his fingers over your glistening skin, walking in a circle around you. “Are you wet everywhere?”

“I-”

“What if we got rid of the towel?” he asks. Before you can answer, he reaches around and in a flash, the towel falls to the floor, leaving you exposed in front of both men. Steve makes a noise in the back of his throat, and you can see his cock hardening under his black jeans.

Bucky puts his lips next to your ear, and the breath makes you shiver.

“Where’s the bedroom, beautiful?”

“It’s that way,” Steve says before you can answer. Steve stands a little taller than usual, shoulders squared. You don’t think he means to peacock, but that’s exactly what he’s doing. You know why, you made the dumb mistake in telling Steve how good Bucky was in bed. Bucky spins you around.

“Lead the way. Give us a show,” Bucky says.

You saunter ahead of them, hips swaying, acutely aware of how very naked you are. When you reach the bed, you turn around to find both men at the doorway. The difference between the two could not be more plain. They’re both hungry, but Steve is curious and sweet, like he wants to nibble on you forever, savoring every last bite; Bucky wants to devour you until there’s nothing left.

“Sit down,” Bucky orders, and you obey him.

“What do you want?” Steve asks you in a husky voice.

What a question. What Steve and Bucky don’t know is that being with the both of them is something you’ve craved for years. You look back and forth between both of them and bite your lip, shyness overtaking your desire. Bucky walks over to you and lifts your face in a soft grip, swiping a thumb over your bottom lip.

“What is it, baby girl? You can tell us.”

Fuck it. All they can do is say no.

“I want you to kiss him,” you say, pointing to Steve. Bucky smirks, and you know you’ve got him. He’ll do the rest of the work. Steve stands still, saying nothing, lips parted curiously, and Bucky approaches Steve like he’s a wounded animal. Steve clears his throat to say something, but Bucky steps behind him and wraps two thick arms around Steve’s waist. Steve’s eyes widen, but he doesn’t struggle or stiffen.

Bucky leans forward and brushes his lips against Steve’s ear, and mutters, “What do you think? Do we give her what she’s asking for?”

Steve surprises himself by leaning back into the other man, red-faced but intrigued. It’s the way your eyes linger on his body, on the other man’s hands traveling up Steve’s abdomen. It’s the way your lips part, the way your nipples harden in arousal just watching them. Bucky’s breath on his ear, his hands untucking Steve’s shirt from his pants, moving up his chest, softly stroking his skin. Steve closes his eyes and nods. The bigger man drags his tongue across the surface of Steve’s neck and Steve shudders.

You gulp and feel yourself growing wetter. You’d forgotten, somehow, that Bucky is adventurous, and doesn’t turn down a new opportunity often. But you doubt this is his first time kissing another man. Bucky takes his hands out of Steve’s shirt and sets his hand on Steve’s shoulders, spinning Steve to face him and making sure you have a full view. Bucky brings a hand up to Steve’s beet-red cheek, sliding his thumb over his mouth and prying his lips open, and Steve inhales sharply, eyes closed, taking the other man’s thumb into his mouth. You can see Steve’s cock jump at this intrusion, and you can barely breathe.

Bucky takes his thumb out of Steve’s mouth and swipes it over the other man’s jaw, and Steve whimpers. Bucky chuckles softly.

“You okay, baby?” he asks Steve, and a feral smile blossoms across Bucky’s face as Steve’s knees buckle at being addressed as “baby” by another man.

“Yes,” Steve whispers.

“Good boy,” Bucky says, and leans forward, pressing his lips against Steve’s, softly at first, but firmer as Bucky feels Steve to melt into it. Bucky moves his hands down, down, down to Steve’s belt and unbuckles it. Steve makes a tiny noise of protest, but Bucky soothes him with a “shh,” and licks his tongue across Steve’s mouth, requesting entrance. Steve parts his lips obediently and lets him in, and Bucky tastes innocence. It feeds something dark inside of him, and he growls into the kiss as he slides Steve’s belt off of his waist.

The scene unfolding in front of you takes your breath right out of your body. You knew Bucky would try to take control of the situation—that’s just who he is. What you didn’t know was that Steve would let him so easily. You can’t help yourself, your pussy is throbbing. You move your fingers down and touch yourself to the two men kissing in front of you, and you moan softly, trying not to interrupt them.

It doesn’t work. Bucky and Steve pull apart at your little noises, and Steve shakes his head, like he’s just realized you’re still there. He closes the space between you quickly, looking guilty.

“Are you okay? Was that...was that what you wanted?” he asks, and his voice is hoarse. You nod, a serene smile on your face.

“Did you like it?” you ask as you rub your clit, tiny whimpers escaping your lips. He runs his fingers over your cheek and kisses your neck.

“I did,” he says, sounding surprised.

“I did, too,” Bucky says, who walks leisurely toward you. He’s taking his own belt off, and you know what’s coming.

“Can you get on your knees for me, princess?” he asks, and your cunt gushes in anticipation.

You love this part. You forgot how fucking much you love this part.

“Yes,” you breathe. Reluctantly, you pull your hand from your pussy and bring your fingers to Steve’s mouth, who licks greedily. You can feel his heart thumping as you run your other hand over his neck and land on his shoulder to steady yourself as you crawl to the center of the bed, legs shaking.

“What’s your word, princess?” Bucky asks.

“Pine,” you say, getting on your knees.

“Good girl,” he says, and his voice is fucking low and angry. You miss that anger. Steve is better for you, sweet to you, and full of love for you. He’s who you want to be with forever.

Steve watches you shimmy to the middle of the bed and kneel. He sees the two belts in Bucky’s hands, and he wonders if this was too much. He wonders if he’s ever going to be able to do any of this. He doesn’t know how he can hurt you. But the belts are appealing. Why does he need two? Steve looks at Bucky’s lips and wants to kiss him again, but this is about you, so he shakes his head.

“Hands behind your back,” Bucky commands, and Steve’s cock throbs. With both hands clasped behind you, Bucky wraps one belt around your wrists.

“Okay?” he asks you. You nod and wiggle around a little, seeing if you can break out of them.

“Ass up,” he says. You lay your head down on the bed, and Steve stares, stunned at how exposed you are. Your neck looks uncomfortable, though, so Steve grabs a pillow and lays it under your head. You smile at him, eyes full of love, and he kisses you.

“Come here, Steve,” Bucky says. Steve can’t help but do everything the other man tells him to.

“You ever done this?” Bucky asks. Steve shakes his head, heart hammering in his chest. “Not even with your hand?”

“I never...never wanted to hurt her,” he says, looking down at you. God, you looked beautiful like this. Legs spread open just enough to see your asshole and your dripping pussy. It’s not that he’s against this.

“It’s fine,” Bucky assures him, “She likes it. See, look, she’s fucking excited.”

Bucky takes a finger and slides it into your swollen, puffy folds and pulls it out. A long string of your slick comes out with his finger. When it breaks, he shoves his finger into Steve’s open mouth.

“Suck,” he orders, and Steve sucks on his finger while Bucky looks at him, smirking. “Good boy.”

“So we’ll want to start with the hand, right? You want to warm her up, so it doesn’t sting so bad. Get the blood pooled in in one area,” Bucky explains. Like he’s teaching a class. Which, Steve supposes, he is. Bucky sets his hand on one of your ass cheeks, rubbing soothing circles, and you wiggle into his hand. After a few seconds, he raises his hand and slaps you. It’s a hard slap, one that moves you forward a bit, making you cry out. Steve’s instinct is to pull him off of you, then check to see if you’re okay. Bucky seems to know that, too, because he puts a hand on Steve’s chest.

“It’s okay. Look,” he says, and points to your pussy, which is absolutely leaking now. “Try it on the other one.”

Steve is nervous, but he now knows you like it and he wants you to enjoy yourself with him so much. He must have taken too long because Bucky grabs Steve’s wrist and forces his hand forward to your other cheek.

“She’ll like it more if you do it too,” Bucky says.

Steve rubs the circles, and he’s so afraid, but then you moan, “Steve, please.” It’s when you’re begging him that he can’t resist. You’ve never sounded so desperate, and that’s what he wants.

He pulls his hand up and brings it back down and the noise you make is somewhere between a moan and a cry and then you yell “oh my god.” Something untamed in him takes over, and Steve does it again, and again, until your ass is warm and tender. When he stops, he’s bearing his teeth and his cock strains painfully against his jeans.

And you’re a mess. He’s never seen you so wet, and all he wants to do is fuck you. Steve breathes heavily, and Bucky moves beside him, and claps him on the shoulder.

“Good boy,” he says, and Steve shivers at the praise again. “Do you want to really get her going, though?”

Bucky loves the look in Steve’s eyes. It’s a look that betrays a secret, a hidden desire, one that Bucky is excited to have discovered. The other man’s pupils are lust-blown, and it makes Bucky harder.

“Yes,” Steve answers, and his voice is different now. Stronger, more assured. A wicked grin crosses Bucky’s face and he folds the other belt in half and snaps it together. You moan like an animal, confirming to Bucky that this is still your favorite thing. He snaps the belt again, and Steve watches, just the slightest bit of apprehension on his face.

“Princess,” Bucky asks, “Have you been bad?”

You moan into the pillow, but Bucky grabs your ankle.

“I asked you a question. Answer me.”

Bucky’s so hard now he reaches down and palms himself for relief. He looks over at Steve, who is freely doing the same thing.

“Yes,” you gasp, “I have. I was bad.”

“Yes, what?” he says, and he waits for you to answer.

“Yes, sir,” you say. It’s a game, and one he can’t help but play. He snaps the belt again. Bucky brings the belt to your ass with a sharp snap and you sob his name.

“Do you want more?” he asks.

“Yes,” you say.

He looks at Steve.

You can feel Steve behind you. The sting of the belt remains and you think you may come just from this. You want Steve to hit you with that belt so badly, and you want him to tell you to call him sir. A million things you were too afraid to ask him to run through your head. You can’t see him, but he lays a soft hand on your neck and pulls you up a little roughly, which surprises you.

“Do you want me to hit you?” he asks, seeking permission. You can’t even say it, it’s all you want him to do, you just nod furiously.

“Say it, sweetheart. I need to hear you say it,” he says.

“Yes, Steve, please, please,” you cry. He kisses your cheek and lays your head back down. He clears his throat.

“What—what’s my name?” he asks, and it breaks you.

“Sir, fuck, please, please—please—”

The belt comes down again and tears spill out of your eyes. It hurts so fucking good.

“Show me how you fuck her,” Steve says. It’s his turn to have a low, dangerous voice. Bucky’s eyebrows go up in surprise.

“I thought we said—”

“I know what I said. Fuck her. Just don’t come in her,” Steve says. Bucky smirks this sudden shift in tone.

“Of course. What are you gonna do?” he asks Steve.

“Watch.”

A sob comes from your throat, and Steve switches like a light. He dives to your head and lifts you up to your knees.

“What’s wrong?” he asks and kisses your face.

“Feels so good,” you whisper.

“I’m going to let Bucky fuck you,” he says to you, searching for signs of distress.

“Mm, please. I need to come so bad,” you beg.

“He’s going to take care of you,” Steve says, “I love you.”

“Love you too,” you murmur.

“That’s sweet,” says Bucky. Steve glares at him a little, but Bucky bends down and wraps his hand around Steve’s neck. Steve dimly registers surprise behind all the desire that bubbles up into his throat.

“If you’re not careful, I’ll have to fuck you, too,” Bucky says.

There is a stillness in the room as both men look at each other. Steve backs away first, and Bucky smiles.

You hear fabric rustling as Bucky removes his clothes. He unwraps the belt from around your wrists and hauls you up to him.

“What do you need?” he asks you.

“Come...please...I...” you can barely speak.

You’re sure he won’t have to do much. You feel so swollen and your clit is throbbing and fuck, you think you might die if you don’t get some relief. But Bucky doesn’t waste any time. He bites your neck hungrily. His hands move down your throat and he massages both breasts, tweaking each nipple, earning a desperate cry from you. Down, down, down he goes until his hands find your aching, sopping, leaking cunt and you think you’ll start crying when his fingers find your clit and he moves in rough, fast circles.

“Look at your boyfriend,” Bucky growls in your ear.

Bucky twists your head to look at him, and Steve sits in an armchair by the window, pumping his large, hard cock in his hand. Pre-come leaks from the top and he grunts as he watches you being pleasured by another man.

“I think he likes watching us, hm? Acts like a boy scout but is actually a pervert,” Bucky teases, and you moan. His fingers work faster and faster, moving in time with Steve’s strokes.

“Fuck...fuck,” you whimper.

“You gotta come first, baby girl. Remember how much trouble you had taking all of me? You gotta relax, or it’ll hurt. Unless you want that,” he snarls in your ear.

“I can do this all night, baby, but you don’t get my cock until you come. Does that feel good? Do you like when—”

But your scream interrupts him, and you arch back, coming all over his hand. It goes on for ages and he works you through it by sticking two fingers inside of you and pressing on your walls.

“God, I missed that,” Bucky says. The sheets are wet with your juices, and Steve is so surprised at your squirting that he stops jerking off.

“I didn’t know she could do that,” he says, hoarsely.

“Now you know,” Bucky says. He looks at you, all blissed out and still riding your high. “Come taste it. It’s sweet.”

Steve gets up and crawls underneath you, lapping up everything he can get from your pussy.

“Oh my god,” he says in a strangled moan. He moves back up, kissing you, intending to go sit back down on the chair, but Bucky stops him.

“Stay,” he says, hauling your hips upward and pushing your head down. “Let her suck your cock while I fuck her.”

Steve looks at you, “Is that okay?”

“Oh god, yes, yes, please, Steve, I need your cock in my—”

But he’s already undressing. Bucky enters you roughly, and the stretch is delicious. It hurts, but you settle yourself around him and he moves slowly at first to give you time to get used to it. Bucky is an impatient man, though, and soon he sets a punishing pace. He grabs your throat and squeezes.

“Open your fucking mouth for him, princess,” he commands, his cock grinding hard into you. He’s barely pulling out now, just trying to get as deep inside of you as he can. You open your mouth wide for Steve, who kneels in front of you, his hard cock pressed up against his stomach. Steve hisses when you lick a stripe up the back, then shoves his cock into your mouth and groans at your wet mouth.

“Yeah,” he says, “Take it all.”

He pushes himself all the way in and tosses his head up, eyes closed, letting himself feel you all around him. He’s close to choking you, and you love it. He grabs the back of your head to fuck into your mouth.

“Fuck,” he says, and your eyes go wide and you moan at his filthy words. Steve was always quiet during sex. “Letting two men in you. Fuck, you’re so fucking dirty, I didn’t know I was dating a little slut, I thought you were such a good little girl.”

He rambles more, lost in desire, and you listen to his grunts and groans. You snake your own hand down to your clit and rub circles again because fuck, your cunt is aching again. Bucky runs a hand up your back and brings it back down, scratching you.

“Oh, fuck, Bucky,” you cry. He tenses inside you and you know he won’t last much longer. Bucky pulls himself out and leans over you, reaching a hand around to grab the back of Steve’s head and brings his lips crashing into the other man’s. Bucky grunts a few times, and you feel his warmth spread over your back, which sends you over the edge and you almost choke on Steve when you come.

It just makes him fuck your mouth faster. You hear a slap which you’re sure is Bucky, and Steve pushes forward, moaning, and he comes. Usually he asks if he can come in your mouth, but you’re sure he’s distracted. You hear a muffled groan as he spurts and spurts into you, so much so that it spills out of your mouth. It feels like a fever dream, and you never want to wake up from it.

When Steve comes to his senses, he looks down at you, and feels his heart lurch. His come is spilling out of your mouth and your face is streaked with tears. He hadn’t even asked.

Before he can say a word, you lean up and kiss him softly.

“It’s fine,” you say. “I liked it.”

“So what now?” Bucky asks, looking at the couple, a slight hurt in his voice.

With a smile you reach out to him and he lets you embrace him, Steve follows, pulling you both close to his chest.

“I think we can make this work,” you whisper.

“Sorry that I was an idiot,”

“We all were,” Steve says and Bucky agrees.

In that moment you know that this is the beginning of something beautiful.

[riahollywood]

the morning after | christian pulisic

notes: pretty much just lots of fluffy goodness. warning for overuse of pet names because turns out i just really want christian to call me sweetheart 🥹 enjoy x

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rays of sun trickled through the gap where the curtains didn’t quite meet, the light making you stir as you slowly awoke and took in your surroundings, memories from the previous night flooding in.

you had been dating christian for a month and last night he took you to a little italian restaurant where you celebrated the past four weeks getting to know each other and falling well and truly head over heels in love with each other.

from the moment he approached you in the bar to ask for your number, you knew there was something special about that boy as your heart started beating out of your chest as you chatted the night away.

you remembered the way his deep brown eyes stared into yours before he kissed you for the first time. the way he knocked on your door when he picked you up for your first date so he could open the car door for you. the way he looked after you when he took you to bed for the very first time the previous evening, how he had been focused on making sure you were comfortable and concentrated solely on your pleasure in an attempt to make the night as memorable as possible for you.

you rolled over slightly, expecting to meet his body, peel back his arm and settle yourself against his chest. much to your dismay, when you rolled over you were greeted with nothing but an empty space in the now cold bed.

glancing across to his bedside table, you scanned the area for a note, his phone, any sign that could lead you to an idea of where he had possibly left you for. but nothing.

your heart dropped. last night had been perfect and before you fell asleep, you were already looking forward to waking up in christian’s big arms, to be able to cuddle up together all morning as the birds chirped outside.

you couldn’t help the tears that formed in your eyes. had you got things wrong? had he finally got what he wanted from you and left?

you jumped when all of a sudden christian’s bedroom door opened and he wandered in, dressed in a t shirt and a pair of shorts, a tray containing pastries and juices in his hands.

he slowly walked over, unsure if you were just stirring or wide awake. not wanting to risk scaring you, he quietly placed the tray down onto his bedside table.

as soon as he realised you were awake, he climbed onto the bed and got himself comfy back under the duvet, laying down and turning to face you.

“good morning, angel. how’re you feeling?” he asked tenderly, a smile beaming from ear to ear as he thought back to last night’s events. god, he was perfect.

confused by your glossy eyes, christian didn’t give you time to answer him before questioning you again.

“y/n, baby, what’s wrong?” he reached his inked arm out to cradle your face with his hand, his warm skin on yours for the first time that morning sending shivers up your body.

“i thought… never mind, it’s silly.” you sniffled, wiping away a tear that had involuntary slipped down your cheek.

“oh sweetheart, what’s wrong?” he asked, worry now setting in. “do you regret last night?”

you shook your head. “no, definitely not. it was amazing, christian.”

his eyes lit up for a split second but the worry still lingered. “why’re you crying, baby girl?” he asked, voice soft and quiet.

“i just, i thought you had left.” you admitted, glancing down as you struggled to look him in the eyes.

“what? it’s my apartment baby, why would i have left?” he let out a small laugh, slightly baffled.

“i just thought, maybe you had got what you wanted and that was that, you had gone out and that was kind of my sign to leave.” you spoke softly.

christian’s heart broke thinking about those thoughts running through your mind. “oh, no, baby. no.” he pulled you into his chest which you gladly accepted. he nestled his head into your hair before planting a soft kiss on the top of your head. “i’m sorry i wasn’t here when you woke up, i was trying to surprise you with a nice breakfast but i ended up burning everything, hence the running out to buy pastries.”

you laughed at his comment, instantly feeling better. “sorry, i didn’t even think-“

“it’s okay sweetheart, just know i’m never going to leave you, never.” he kissed the top of your head again before you pulled away. “i love you so much, y/n, love you so much.”

you couldn’t hold back a massive smile at his words that he had first admitted to you the previous night.

“i love you too, christian.” you beamed. “how’re you so perfect?”

“i don’t know, could it be my good looks?” he raised his eyebrows, wiggling them playfully.

“hmm, i don’t think it’s that.” you joked back, the irony not being lost on you as you couldn’t take your eyes off his perfect face, moving from his dark eyes to his freckled cheeks to his red lips.

he tightened his grip around you. “let me think, maybe all my money?”

“now you’re getting there.” you joked and he pretended to gasp.

“i’ve got it, it must be for my massive cock that had you moaning my name for hours last night.” your cheeks flushed red at his playfulness as you mockingly rolled your eyes.

“mhm well i didn’t know that when we started dating did i… we’ll just call that a nice surprise.” he grinned at your words, moving his face till it was just inches away from yours. you closed the gap, pressing your lips to his, the warm and minty sensation making you feel dizzy with love. you parted your lips allowing christian to slip his tongue in, his hand having travelled up his shirt that you were wearing to rest at your hip, his thumb gently stroking the bare skin.

christian grabbed your chin and gently pushed your head to the side, allowing him to attach his lips to the soft skin on your neck, planting a singular kiss onto a purple mark that he realised he must’ve left last night.

“looks like you’re going to need to bring out the turtlenecks for a little while.” he teased into your neck, his hot breath sending tingles up your spine as you giggled in response, realising you hadn’t even looked at yourself in the mirror today.

“god, i must look a mess.” you commented, thinking back to the previous night where christian had cleaned you up before dressing you in his top and tucking you into bed so you didn’t have to move.

“you look beautiful, the most beautiful girl i have ever seen and she’s all mine.” christian once again bought your lips together, simultaneously bringing his hand to run a fingers across your knickers which made you flinch.

his eyes widened, “what’s wrong, baby?”

you gulped. “i’m just a little… sore.” you reluctantly replied, not wanting to make him feel bad. he had taken his time with you and been gentle, only deepening his movements when you were completely lost in the pleasure and begging for it. but as much as he joked, the size of him was going to take some getting used to.

guilt washed across his face. “oh, fuck, i’m sorry, did i, did i hurt you last night?” his voice cracked over the last few words.

you immediately shook your head. “no, it was perfect, christian, so perfect.” you reassured him with a kiss. “you made me feel so good. it’s just… well, you’re right. you’re a little big.” you felt your face heat up again as the look of guilt was replaced with smugness on his face.

“we’ll soon get you used to it, baby.” he replied, a cheeky look on his face as you laughed before he brushed his lips against yours once more. “maybe some more cuddles and a bath first?” he suggested to which you nodded, taking the opportunity to wrap your body around his till you physically couldn’t get any closer, cuddling up to your boyfriend till you fell into a peaceful slumber, completely content with life.

[look-at-the-soul]

The one

Modern Tommy Shelby x reader

A/N congratulations @toms-cherry-trees on 1.5K followers! 👏🏻✨🎉🥳🙌🏻 you deserve that and many many more!! So I wrote this little piece for you, I hope you enjoy it, the idea came to my mind as the perfect match for your autumn theme when I saw this moodboard @acewritesfics created (I know you did it for Cillian + cottage Ace, but since I have that idea very similar in my The Photoshoot series, I took it as inspiration for a modern Tommy ☺️)

Patting around the bed to find the solid body she loved the most, but all Y/N could find was emptiness.

She couldn’t love this place more, the birds were chirping outside, the fresh air was too good to be true, no cellphone signal… if only she could find Tommy.

“Good morning beautiful.” He praised from the bedroom door, stepping in with a tray full of coffee, fruit and toast.

“I woke up and you weren’t here.” She pouted covering her upper body with the sheets.

“But I am now.” He replied placing the tray over her legs, taking one long look at her disheveled hair, tangled from all the times he ran his fingers through it the previous night. Her naked form covered only by the ivory sheets.

This was the closest to a vacation she could afford right now, not because money was a problem, but because Tommy had been extremely busy with his business and she knew asking for a five day or a week holiday would drive him mad, so a weekend at a small cottage was a luxury she couldn’t miss.

Everything had been perfect since they arrived; the lovely weather, the scent of nature, the calmness vs the caos in the city. She loved specially the dead leaves crunching beneath her feet as they took a long walk the previous day.

“It was a good idea to bring that small coffee machine.” Tommy chuckled realizing how little things they had there, no tv, no wifi, there was a small old fashioned fireplace that luckily still worked and he lit it as it started to get chilly last night.

“Told you it was a good investment.”

“I thought we’d have one… guess I was wrong.”

“Yeah same reason why you brought your iPad too.”

Tommy stole a strawberry from the bowl. “Uhu, I really can’t believe there’s no access to technology around.”

“Don’t complain, we’ve hot water and power light.”

Tommy’s eyes sparkled suddenly. “And the best part is… I‘ve you all to myself.”

Y/N’s body tingled just by his voice and the way he was looking at her.

Closing her legs instinctively, she observed her boyfriend place the tray on the dresser.

“You think that’s going to stop me?” He arched an eyebrow cockily at the same time he took one of her legs to drop a kiss on her ankle, starting a trail of feather-like kisses all over her skin, making Y/N discover the soft spot behind her knee that she didn’t know it existed and how much it was turning her on.

She sighed content letting Tommy throw the covers aside.

****

It was a lovely Autumn day, her favorite season, the colors, the trees losing their leaves, the smell, she could swear the atmosphere was different.

Perhaps what really made a difference was watching Tommy so calm with a high energy and an endless smile on his face. Turning around, she found the last rays of sunshine kissing his skin, every freckle and the reflection in the lake in front of them making his blue eyes sparkle even more.

He wasn’t wearing his signature immaculate three piece suit, but a white t-shirt covered by a denim jacket and black jeans, he looked like a totally different person, looking at him made her heart skip a beat, just like the first time.

“Whot?” He frowned.

“You look different.” Y/N pointed out. “Happier.”

“Well I’ve everything I want right now, that surely is a motive.” Tommy admitted kissing her hair.

His surprise grew even more when he saw Y/N pulling out a blanket from the basket she demanded to bring to their stroll.

“Don’t stand there watching, help me!” She shot him a look, placing her side on the grass.

“So bossy.” Tommy chuckled, relaxing his body finally over the blanket, pulling her towards him moments later.

He tried to suppress a chuckle when he saw her placing a bottle of wine and two glasses between them, she was always extra when packing.

“Oh, do I hear someone complaining?” She laughed.

In silence, his mind wandered to think how grateful he really was for Ada insisting over and over for him to try out one of those ridiculous dating apps, after being extremely picky about the prospects showing up in his cellphone, he stopped when he found Y/N’s profile.

Matching her right away, the conversation was flowing naturally, they simply clicked and agreed to meet the following week.

She wasn’t just eye catching physically, her interests caught his attention, she was a lawyer and worked at her own firm, had a good taste in music and books, she loved to fight for human rights. And when they first met in person, he knew she wasn’t just good looking, she had a brain, an interesting conversation and she could keep up with his wicked sense of humor surprisingly well. He was surprised how the conversation never seemed to die with Y/N.

The romance took off immediately, date after date, they discovered new things about the other one, Tommy particularly loved the moment she arrived at her apartment, kicking her high heels while he poured some wine as she stretched her legs on the couch. By now he had lost count of how many skirts and dresses she owned, but he knew she wore a different outfit to every trial.

Now they were both wearing casual outfits, comfortable shoes and she added a light scarf around her neck, both completely out of their elements.

Tommy leaned on his back enjoying not having everyone bothering every three minutes, the silence, peace, not feeling anxious about his next meeting or the papers piling up to sign on his desk, the atmosphere calm, he even took several minutes admiring the sighting… not every day he got to have all of that.

“Did you fall asleep?” Y/N whispered nudging her nose against his cheek.

“No, I’m just relaxing as you said I should.” He confessed opening one eye to look at her.

The autumn breeze made a chill run up and down her back, instinctively Tommy’s hand started caressing over the jumper as if he had been able to feel it. He was lying down on his back. This was the prettiest sunset she had ever seen, the lake catching the reflection of the sky, copying the oranges tones, as well as the incredible trees before her eyes, it looked like it was taken out of professional photograph.

Closing the novel she had been reading, Y/N turned around and rested an arm and head on his torso, adapting to the calm rhythm of his breathing. Taking in the scar on his chin, she wondered how he got it.

“I can feel you staring.” He stated with his eyes closed, hidden under his Ray Bans.

“Just admiring the view,” she admitted, “and the calmness.”

A smile started forming on his lips, but he didn’t move from his position, loving the way her body felt against his.

“I can’t remember the last time I took a day off.”

Y/N chuckled switching her position to lay down next to him. “That’s exactly why I suggested it. You needed to relax.”

“I was relaxed.” He defended quickly.

“Ugh you can be so stubborn sometimes, you were under so much stress, it wasn’t fun to be around.”

In mere seconds, Tommy pinned Y/N under his body.

She squealed and tried to kick her legs while he was holding his weight on his arms to not crush her down.

“Oh let me show ya how much fun I can be.” He adviced with a smirk, grinding against her sweet body, changing completely the atmosphere.

“This is dangerous… and wild.”

Apart from the cottage and the very few villages at the other side of the lake, they were practically on their own.

“No one is around.” He answered playfully looking from left to right, attacking Y/N’s neck afterwards.

A wave of electricity ran through every nerve in her body. Deep down she knew this was a side of him that not all the people got to see, and it wasn’t really so frequent.

“But… you’ll have to be on top darling, I’m not getting any younger.” Tommy joked resuming his previous position.

“I don’t ever want to go back to the city.” Y/N murmured as they snuggled, loving their surroundings close to the cottage. “Look at you. Who would’ve thought you would end up enjoying this?”

“I’m a man full of surprises, love.”

His hand sneaked around her waist, bringing her body above his.

Y/N giggled, but let him pull her closer, Tommy loved that look on her as the sun about to go down shone through her.

“Oh Mr. Surprises I think we should rent this Airbnb more often.” She absolutely fell in love with the cottage and everything around it. It was small, cozy and had everything they needed.

Tommy cleared his throat. “Speaking of Airbnb…” he took in her beauty for an instant, “when we go back to the city, I’m planing to make an offer for the place.”

Y/N looked at him with shock written all over her face.

“What? Why?”

“Because I love how happy you look.”

Her smile grew and the space in her face wasn’t enough to hold it. “Tommy!”

He felt her smile against his lips as they kissed, but soon she moved away from his body to wrap a cardigan around her shoulders.

“And I also think it’s time you meet my son, Charlie… and the rest of my family.”

Before Y/N could answer something, Tommy continued. “I know we said we’d take it slow, but we’ve been dating for a while and you already know I’m deadly serious about this, why waste time?” He shuddered. “My sister specially has been very adamant to meet you.”

“Woah, you really want to make this official?”

Tommy nodded.

“I couldn’t feel more sure about us, since the moment I saw you walking into the restaurant that first time I thought shit, this is it, this is the one for me.”

“I’m so glad you sent that first message, I had decided earlier I’d give up looking and close the app.” Y/N ran her hands up and down his chest.

His knuckles caressing her cheek.

“Tell me about Charlie.” She asked. Eyelids half closed from his delicate touch.

And now it was his turn to smile because he absolutely knew she was the one.

***

A/N one of my friends just met her bf through a dating app and I’ve never seen her happier, so I got the inspiration from there! Kat I hope you never see this 😂🤣

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[smuttyfang]

Poly!Dabi & Hawks - Aftercare

“Anything to do with Hawks. Romantic soft boy Dabi!!! Maybe a bit of both 👀. Super fluffy comfort and aftercare is a killer for me”

Words: 804

"Fuck, that was amazing.." Hawks collapsed on the bed beside of you with a thud. Dabi was already lying on your other side, his arms behind his head with his eyes closed. You were all still breathing heavily from the aftermath of it all. "You do such a good job baby." Hawks pulled you into him, placing his hand on your cheek. He smirked at you and brought your lips to his, his tongue slipping inside once more. You couldn't help but giggle into the kiss before he pulled himself back. "I'm sorry babe, I just can't help myself. I could go twenty more rounds with you two." Before you had any time to respond, Dabi placed his hand on your shoulder and pulled you back toward him. You rolled over to face him now.

"Hm. Stay there." He moved your head to his naked chest, pushing down to let you know he wanted you there on him. Hawks grunted from behind you.

"Fine, I can work with this. If you're gonna be selfish." The sheets rustled as he came from behind you and pressed his chest into your back. His hand reached down to you to gently rub over your butt, which was incredibly red. His touch felt so soothing on your still stinging skin. You could feel every part of him pressed against you, and you felt so warm and safe.

"I love you both." You said, slightly running your finger along Dabi's stomach. He let out a small sigh of enjoyment from your touch. He only let out a small sound of reassurance, but you knew he loved you back.

"I love you even more, baby. And the things you do for us.." Hawks laughed, almost sounding somewhat evil and sadistic as his tone changed to a darker one.

"That, too." Dabi agreed. Hawks was very good at giving praise and complimenting you, but Dabi wasn't much for words unless you practically asked for them.

"Did I do good, Dabi?" He gave you a smirk.

"Of course you did, angel." It made you feel good coming from Hawks, but you had to work for it from Dabi. It felt so special when he complimented you and called you by a nickname like that.

"Do you need anything, baby?" Hawks asked. You hummed for a moment while thinking.

"Maybe some water, and my butt is still stinging quite a bit.." Hawks got up without a word, picking up a water bottle that he had already gotten for the bedside. He grabbed some lotion on the bedside table before returning to your side. He placed the lotion bottle on Dabi's stomach.

"You take care of that, Dabi. I'll make sure she drinks plenty." Dabi sighed before roughly flipping you over onto your stomach, making you giggle. Hawks pulled the blanket down below your butt for him.

"Sure, whatever." Dabi squirted some of the cold lotion onto your sore bottom, making you gasp. He began rubbing, as gently as he was capable of anyways. The coolness alone made the stinging feel much better. Hawks used his thumb and pointer finger to lift your chin so you would look at him.

"Look at me baby. I'm going to give you your water now." You readied your lips for the water bottle, but Hawks drank some of it instead. You gasped in a fake offended tone while smiling at him. He shook his head at you. He still held the water in his mouth. He pressed his thumb downward on your chin, making you open your mouth. He let the water from his mouth pour into yours. He smiled, watching your eyes light up at his actions. "Do you like it better that way?"

"Mhm!" You grinned happily. Hawks giggled at you.

"You're so cute! Have some more." He did it once again. How could something so simple and strange make your heart flutter so much? Dabi finished his rubbing and returned to your side.

"You really are a bird, feeding her like that." Dabi stated, stoically. He was quite funny when he tried, and you were unable to help the laugh that escaped your lips. Hawks grunted.

"Shut up, crispy. Come closer to us." Instead of coming up with a response, Dabi simply wrapped his arms around both of you, and Hawks did the same as you were almost squished between them. Each of you quickly fell asleep, in each other's arms.

AO3

[whywishesarehorses]

My Wild Horse Story

By Dailynn Palmer, WY

I wanted to write a post about one of the most special horses I’ve ever had come through my life. I’ve worked with hundreds of horses, but my life would not be what it is had this specific mustang not been a part of it.

Meet Oliver.

I forget what HMA Oliver originated from but he was started in a women’s correctional facility in Wy. Oliver had a good start in life and was eventually sold to a wonderful family owned guest ranch/outfitter.

At some point Oliver changed- he became the horse no one wanted to work with. He bucked off some of the best riders who came through that ranch.

I had a series of extremely hard events happen in my life in 2018. I couldn’t face my current life so I decided to disappear to Wy for a time and happened to begin working for this same ranch in 2019.

I worked with some other horses, and listened to everyone talk about the black-listed Oliver. Even one of the other riders, who I truly admired for her skill, was vocally nervous about getting on Oliver. This is someone who would gallop across the 700acre property bareback, jumping anything in sight. I don’t even have the balls to do that.

Well, we were short-mounted one day so I was left with a choice between Oliver and an older gelding. I chose Oliver, and I’m sure glad I did.

There are no words to really describe how this horse healed me. He holds such a special place in my heart, akin to my first horse but so wildly different.

Now this is starting to sound like a fairy tale, huh? Well let’s get something straight- he was an absolute a** when I first started working with him. But I persisted. We spent a lot of hours in the arena just goofing off. Eventually, we built enough of a report for light trail rides outside, which led to days worth of adventures into the wilderness completely alone. We saw the world together. We watched deer, birds, antelope, rabbits, a bobcat and even a couple bears together. This dude had a heart of courage and our adventures together were limitless. Nothing phased him. He reminded me of a time in my youth when nothing mattered and I felt invincible. I felt my fire for life slowly returning and my deep wounds slowly healing.

Eventually, we started with leading out guest trail rides. He loved it. Then we began leading pack-strings in preparation for the hunting season. He loved that. Soon enough, we were leading all the hunters, guides and packhorses through 15mi worth of certified wilderness to go to and from camp. He was a star. Everyone was floored by who this horse had become. I didn’t feel the same way because I simply felt like he was the same Oliver I had to spend a century trying to catch that first day.

Towards the end of hunting season (right around Oct.) things were starting to get very cold and the weather unpredictable. We were headed back from hunting camp, getting close to the ranch, a horrible thunder and hail storm took over earlier than expected. We were leading the pack at this time. We all had to dismount because the lightning was striking so close and quite a few of the horses were shod. It was terrifying. The hail was so strong it would leave marks on your skin, and you couldn’t see a few feet in front of you. We had a long meadow stretch to get through. I was leading three packhorses and Oliver was next to me. He understood his job in that moment and powered forward. He allowed me to shield my face next to his neck and kept me warm as we slowly made it through this wretched storm. It was physically draining and scary. But I had my best friend by my side and a silent assurance from him that he would take care of me and get us home. I trusted him, and at the time it felt like with my life. At that time, we had absolutely leading me.

We made it home.

No damage was apparent until our next pack trip, when I urged Oliver to the front of the line to lead and he stopped completely and refused. He lost all of his confidence in leading, which was his favorite thing a week prior. This broke my heart. It was a slow process but he eventually gained back his courage to lead. It was almost like he rebuilt my courage so that I could help him regain his when the time came.

A month later it was time for me to pack up and leave. I helped haul the horses to their wintering paddock and personally turned Oliver out. I gave him one big hug goodbye and that was the last time I saw that wonderful horse. I have stayed in touch with the owners and have received glowing updates about what a good boy he has been since. But I’ll tell you what, I miss the crap outta that animal.

He wasn’t the prettiest horse on the planet, he had a horrible trot and he was always a difficult catch, but boy do I love that guy. Even now as I write this, I tear up thinking about him and how much he changed me.

I know this was a long post, but I just wanted to share about a mustang that truly changed my life.

[dragonedged-if]

Something Fluffy

So decided to write something different and plus I gave my word that I will write a snippet for a friend of mine. Here you go

//''(Lucas POV)''//

You look yoursef at the mirror, hands clenching and unclecning at your sides, you can feel your fingers digging into your skin and the small metallic scent of your blood. Yet your face betrays the unease and turmoil your body is going through. Those deep azure eyes of yours remained calm, looking back into your reflection and lips shut in a easy line.

People always have asked you how do you remained calm under pressure. You find it absurd that all of the people living here in this kingdom they will ask you that stupid question. Do they think that your some God walking among them? How many times have you felt nervous for every coming battle, how your nerves flutter for every time their Majesties will asked your opinion on their grand decisions on Tiara.

Yet you answer every single time. "I don't!" then you will leave them to ponder your words. Your ears can hear the songs of the bird, your skin the warmth and light of the sun invading your room, your sight can perceive the wrinkles on your white tuxedo and when your raised a hand to smooth them, the texture of the smooth silk brushing your skin. Every senses heightned as well as your worries and fears for this monumentous day.

The day you have been preparing for months, the day that will change your life forever. This white tuxedo, like a second skin adorns every inch of your body, fitting perfectly and highlighting the contours of your body. The golden buttons on the front are gleaming against the white fabric giving it a delicate touch of elegance. An ivory tie is tucked under its collar, lifting up your chin and making you look forward and not back.

The people surround you seem to be gathered inside this room, although they're still quite far away from you. The air swirling around them like a living being itself as they whisper amongst each other sharing what's going to happen today. You can hear them talking about what their expectations are and what's going to come out from this event.

Your surroundings feel thick with anticipation as all their faces turn towards you with expectant eyes waiting for something grand to happen. But instead of feeling scared, it gives strange sort of comfort knowing that somewhat even the servants are bound to duty they're here to be there and support you. As you stood before the ornate mirror, adjusting the cuffs of your finely tailored suit, a servant girl approached your side, her steps hesitant yet determined. She bowed her head respectfully and addressed you, her voice filled with a mix of deference and curiosity. "Master Lucas, is it to your liking?"

You tore your gaze away from your reflection and turned to face her. A warm smile played upon your lips as you reached out and gently placed a hand on her shoulder. You could feel the tremor that coursed through her body, a mixture of nervousness and relief. "It's fine, and please, don't call me Master. Lucas is just fine," you reassured her, your voice filled with genuine kindness.

She raised her head, her emerald eyes meeting yours, filled with a mix of awe and uncertainty. "Are you sure, Mas-" she began, her voice faltering as a blush crept onto her cheeks. She quickly looked away! "Lucas?" you finish her sentence with a reassuring nod and a chuckle. "There you go. It's much easier to say one word than a title, isn't it?" Your attempt at humor helps ease her nerves.

The servants and the lower class had always held a special place in your heart. You had witnessed their struggles, the pain and suffering etched into their calloused hands and scarred bodies. They toiled under the unforgiving sun and soil, working tirelessly to grow the food they needed to survive. Their resilience and unwavering spirit had earned your admiration and respect.

"Yes, I very much like it. Please send my salutations to the tailor of this magnificent masterpiece!" you declared, bowing your head to the servant girl. As she turned to leave, you caught a glimpse of her gasping, her eyes wide with surprise. It was a small gesture, but one that held great significance to her.

"Very well, Lucas!" she replied, bowing her head once more before quickly retreating from your presence. Only the countless servants remained, their eyes filled with a mix of admiration and awe. You couldn't blame them; a Royal Protector acting with kindness towards those of lesser stature was a rarity.

The door creaked open, and you watched as the servant girl exited the room, a chorus of giggles trailing in her wake. You return your attention back to the mirror, your fingers making some final adjustments to your countenance, striving for perfection. The door swung open once more, and a symphony of shuffling, bows, and curtsies filled the room. A pang of disappointment tugged at your heart. Respect like this was reserved for nobles or those of higher standing. You, on the other hand, harbored a disdain for those born into wealth and privilege. Life was undeniably unfair, and the fates seemed cruel. Yet, you knew that all you could do was play your part and offer assistance to those less fortunate.

You remained focused on the mirror, your eyes fixed on your reflection, unaware of the approaching presence. The mirror, unfortunately, was positioned to the side, denying you even a glimpse of the intruder. The footsteps drew nearer, but you chose to ignore them, paying no heed to the advancing visitor.

Suddenly, hands covered your eyes, and your initial reaction was one of irritation. "I'll have you know that only my family and loved ones are allowed to do that!" you growled, your blood simmering at this unwarranted intrusion.

The stranger leaned in close, their warm breath caressing your ear, and their voice, sweet and oh so familiar, sent shivers down your spine. "You wound me, my beloved," they purred, their words a tantalizing tease. "Do I not count as one of your loved ones?" they purred, their words sending shivers down your spine and an ache of longing deep within your chest. It was a voice that you knew all too well, a voice that held the power to both ignite and soothe your soul.

A chuckle escaped your lips, and you placed your own hands over theirs. "Of course, you're included, my sweet Nora," you replied, your voice laced with mock exasperation, your desire barely concealed. "After all, you're my future."

With that, you removed her hands from your eyes and turned around to face her, a mischievous grin playing on your lips. Nora stood before you, her eyes sparkling with mischief, her presence a welcomed interruption in the midst of the grand event unfolding around you.

As you stood there, your heart pounding in your chest, your eyes were drawn to her. She was a vision of elegance and beauty, dressed in a breathtaking gown of deep blue. The color seemed to dance against her fair skin, highlighting her ethereal presence. Her lips, a vivid shade of red, added a touch of allure to her already captivating appearance.

But it wasn't just her clothing that held your attention. Her hair, flowing in soft waves down her back, was the same enchanting shade of blue as her dress. Each strand seemed to shimmer in the light, adding to the mystique that surrounded her. As she moved, the waves cascading like a waterfall, it was as if she carried the essence of the ocean itself. As you gazed at her, a feeling of warmth and safety overtook you. Nora had been the one constant in your life, always offering unwavering support and guidance, no matter the circumstances. You knew that you could always count on her to be there for you, to offer a shoulder to lean on and a hand to hold. Your heart swelled with love and affection as you took a step towards her, your arms outstretched, inviting her into an embrace. Without hesitation, she took a step forward, her arms wrapping around you in a tight hug. You felt her warmth and softness

It was no wonder that you had fallen for her; she was everything you had ever wanted in a partner, and more. "I'm sorry to interrupt, Lucas," she said, her voice soft and gentle. "But I wanted to wish you luck before everything starts. You look stunning, by the way," she added, her eyes raking over your form, appreciation evident in every line of her body. You chuckled softly, a feeling of warmth spreading through your chest. "Thank you, my love. You look stunning as well, as always," you said, your eyes fixed on hers.

Nora gazed at you with a mix of adoration and concern, her lips curling into a tender smile. But her eyes, oh, her eyes betrayed the worry that gnawed at her heart. It was as if they held the weight of a thousand unspoken fears. She reached out and took your hand, gently placing it against her soft, warm cheeks, closing her eyes as she savored the caress."Lucas, I can see the nervousness in your eyes." she murmured, her hand tenderly raising yours to rest upon her cheek. You obliged, your fingers brushing against her soft skin as she closed her eyes, savoring the sensation of your touch.

Your touch on her delicate skin was hesitant, as though you feared she might vanish like a wisp of mist beneath your fingertips. The thought of losing her, of her slipping away from your grasp, terrified you to the core. But you couldn't let her see your fear. "It's fine, my sweet," you assured her, mustering all the strength you had. "I must be strong for you, for both of us."

Nora opened her eyes, her gaze shifting to your hand, palm facing upward. Her concern deepened as she traced her fingers along the scars etched onto your skin. "Why do you have scars here, my love?" she asked, her voice laced with worry and curiosity. "Why do you draw blood upon yourself?" Her words preyed upon your soul, a painful reminder of the hurt you caused her, the hurt you caused yourself.

You took a deep breath, struggling to find the words to explain the inexplicable. "It's a part of me, Nora," you said, your voice thick with emotion. "A reminder of the battles I've fought, the demons I've faced. I've hurt myself to cope, to feel something amidst the chaos inside me. But I promise you, my love, I'm trying to heal."

Nora's eyes glistened with unshed tears, her love for you evident in every glance, every touch. "Lucas, you don't have to carry the weight of the world on your shoulders," she implored, her voice a plea. "Let me share your burdens, your fears. We are a team, my love, and together we can face anything."

The room seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of you in this intimate moment. Your hands remained entwined, a symbol of your unwavering connection. With a tender smile, you leaned in and pressed your lips to hers, a silent promise of your love and the shared journey that lay ahead, your heart swelling with gratitude for Nora's unwavering support. "Thank you, my love," you said, your voice filled with a mixture of relief and determination. "I will lean on you, just as you lean on me. We'll face the darkness together, and find the light within."

You gently brushed away the tears that streamed down Nora's face, your heart heavy with regret. The sight of her crying tore at your soul, knowing that it was your own selfish actions that had caused her pain. "Hush now, my love," you whispered, your voice filled with remorse. "Tears are not a worthy sight for an angel as divine as you."

Nora's sobs continued, her voice trembling as she spoke. "Every tear shed for you, Lucas, is worth it," she choked out, her words filled with a raw and undeniable emotion. With a trembling hand, she reached out and placed it on your cheek, her touch both comforting and heartbreaking.

As you leaned in to kiss her forehead, a mixture of longing and sorrow filled the air. The room seemed to hold its breath, as if aware of the weight of this moment. The silence was deafening, broken only by the sound of Nora's sniffling.

Her voice, filled with a mixture of vulnerability and determination, broke the silence. "I can't bear to see you hurting like this," she whispered, her breath warm against your skin. "I would endure a thousand tears if it meant easing your pain."

You could feel the conflicting emotions swirling within you, a storm of anger, sadness, and regret. The scent of Nora's perfume mingled with the salty tang of her tears, creating a bittersweet symphony that filled the room.

As you gently stroked her hair, her sobs began to subside, her breathing growing steadier and more even. She leaned back, her gaze fixed on yours, her eyes red and puffy. "Promise me that you will be open to me!" she looks at you expectantly. "All your fears, sins, worries and burdens. Promise me that you will share them with me." Her words echoed in your mind, a plea, a prayer, a promise. A surge of emotion rose within you, threatening to burst forth in a torrent of tears and anguish. But you remained strong, unwilling to break down in front of her.

"I promise, Nora," you whispered, your voice hoarse with emotion. "I will lean on you, and together we will face the darkness. We will find the light within." As the words spilled from your lips, you knew that they were true.

In this moment, you were one. You and Nora, together, were unstoppable. The world may have thrown obstacles and challenges your way, but it was you who would prevail. You leaned in and pressed your lips to hers, a silent affirmation of your love and commitment. Her arms wrapped around you, and you felt her warmth and softness. She was everything you had ever dreamed of, and more.

As you and Nora stood in the room, the air heavy with anticipation, the tranquility was shattered by a sudden commotion in the hallway. Gasps and exclamations filled the air, a mixture of surprise and excitement. The door swung open, revealing the grand presence of the Royal Guard, adorned in their finest uniforms. Their faces displayed a combination of awe and uncertainty as they approached you, their heads respectfully bowed.

"It's time," one of the guards announced, his voice filled with a deep sense of respect and deference. "We are here to escort you to the plaza, Master Lucas and Lady Nora. The priest is waiting, ready to bless your holy union."

The guard took a step back, bowing once more before leaving your presence. You turned to Nora, your eyes filled with excitement and admiration. "Shall we, my dear?" you asked, extending your arm towards her, inviting her to link with you.

Nora wiped away the remaining tears from her eyes, a newfound courage and bravery shining through. "Let's shall!" she replied, nodding her head at you, her eyes sparkling with determination. Taking your arm, she intertwined it with hers, a gesture of unity and trust.

Seeing her radiant happiness, you couldn't help but let out a joyous laugh. "Oh, my sweet, sweet Angel, how lucky am I to have you!" you whispered, the words filled with adoration. With every step, you could feel the weight of the moment, the gravity of the occasion.

Together, you began to make your way towards the exit of the room, your steps echoing with purpose and love. As you passed by the servants who had surrounded you, you addressed them with warmth and sincerity, their expressions a mixture of disbelief and gratitude.

"Everyone, you are dismissed," you declared, your voice carrying the weight of your emotions. "Please, consider yourselves all invited to my wedding, and extend the invitation to your friends as well."

With that, you left the room, the door closing behind you, and walked down the corridor, Nora by your side. The anticipation in the air was almost tangible, a sense of destiny and unity filling your hearts as you embarked on the path that would bind you both in holy matrimony.

As you stepped into the grand hall, the towering stone walls seemed to close in around you, amplifying the weight of the moment. The polished marble floor reflected the soft glow of the chandeliers above, and the scent of fragrant flowers filled the air. The echoing footsteps of the Royal Guard behind you only added to the gravity of the situation.

Turning to Nora, who walked beside you with her arm gracefully linked with yours, you couldn't help but share your deepest fears. The vulnerability in your voice was palpable. "I'm scared," you confessed, your gaze locked onto her eyes, searching for reassurance. "What if I fail?"

Nora's compassionate gaze met yours, and her voice carried the soothing promise of unwavering faith. "You won't, Lucas," she whispered, her words a lifeline of conviction and hope.

A faint smile played on your lips, though the unease still lingered. "How can you be sure? What if I can't protect you? What if you suffer because of me?"

Nora halted, her delicate hand reaching up to cradle your cheek, her touch warm and tender. "My love," she began, her voice filled with resolute determination, "you are a skilled warrior, a Royal Protector. You possess the strength and power to safeguard Tiara. You will not falter."

You locked your gaze with hers, captivated by the depths of her emerald eyes, which sparkled with emotion. Her voice quivered with emotion as she continued, "And beyond that, you are my lover, my partner, my one and only. You will always come for me."

Her words washed over you like a soothing balm, carrying a blend of sorrow and longing. Without hesitation, you drew her close, her head resting against your chest, your embrace providing comfort and strength. "Nora, I will do everything in my power to keep you safe," you murmured, your voice thick with emotion.

She lifted her head, her eyes locking onto yours with unwavering confidence mixed with a hint of uncertainty. "I know," she replied, her voice resonating with determination.

Nora's words had a magical effect on you, as if her soothing assurances were a tonic that eased the tension in your shoulders. A soft smile graced your lips as you clasped her hands, squeezing them tenderly in a silent gesture of gratitude. "You always knew what to say to me beloved!"

She chuckled, a melodious sound that danced in the air. "Is that the reason you fell for me, then?" she teased, her eyes sparkling mischievously.

Your laughter filled the corridor, the echoes bouncing off the grand walls. "Among many other enchanting qualities," you replied, your voice brimming with affection.

The Royal Guards stood behind you in silence, their presence commanding and their heads bowed respectfully. Their eyes, however, betrayed a hidden curiosity as they watched you intently. It was as if they were unable to resist peeking into a world that was not their own, their interest barely concealed.

You turned your gaze to Nora, the love of your life, and a mischievous smile played on your lips. The corners of her mouth curled up in amusement as her eyes flitted to the guards. There was a certain sparkle in her gaze, a glint of mischief that made your heart race with anticipation. "So we do have an audience, my dear," you whispered, your voice filled with affection and excitement.

Nora's smile grew wider, and she leaned closer to you, her eyes never leaving yours. "I wonder what they make of us, of this moment," she murmured, her voice laced with a hint of playfulness.

You let out a shrug, a crooked grin forming on your face. "I suppose there's only one way to find out," you responded, your voice filled with a sense of adventure. Your shoulders relaxed, and your own lips curved into a crooked grin. Nora had a way of making you embrace moments like these, to let go of your seriousness and indulge in the pleasures of life. With her, you felt lighter, as if a heavy burden had been lifted from your shoulders.

You couldn't resist the urge to play along. "Tell me, gentlemen," you quipped, your voice filled with mock curiosity, "what do you make of this moment?"

The Royal Guards remained steadfast, their expressions unchanged as they maintained their respectful posture. You couldn't help but chuckle at their unwavering stoicism, their commitment to their duty.

"Come on now, I don't bite!" you prodded, a mischievous glint in your eye. You were eager to break their silence, to elicit a response, and to share a moment of camaraderie with them amidst the grandeur of the occasion.

The burly guard with the scar running down his cheek cleared his throat, and after a moment of hesitation, he decided to speak. "Master Lucas, we are not in a position to comment on such matters," he replied, his voice tinged with uncertainty and a touch of trepidation.

You couldn't resist a playful wink as you encouraged them to share their thoughts. "Then I give you the position to say what's on your mind!"

The two guards exchanged glances, and one of them finally shrugged, breaking the silence. "Master Lucas, we found your connection with Lady Nora to be… surprising."

Intrigued, you probed further, "Why is that, gentlemen?"

"Well, it's not often that a Royal Protector marries a commoner," one of the guards began, "and it's even more uncommon for a noblewoman to marry a man from the lower class. It's just…"

Nora's cheeks flushed with a mix of embarrassment and frustration, and she couldn't help but interject, "It's not like we chose our stations in life. Love is love, no matter the circumstances."

The guard nodded, appreciating Nora's sentiment. "That's a rather poetic way of looking at it," he admitted, his eyes gleaming with a newfound appreciation for your relationship.

You glanced at Nora, a warm smile spreading across your face. Her unwavering support and her ability to see the beauty in the simplest of truths had always touched your heart. "Love is love, indeed," you agreed, your gaze locked onto Nora's, silently expressing the depth of your adoration and commitment.

With a hearty chuckle, you turned back to the guards. "Well, thank you for your input, gentlemen. But may I have your word that you will drink to your heart's content with me at my wedding? You and all the royal guards are welcomed to join me in my celebration."

The guards' gasps of surprise echoed through the hall, their faces twisted in shock. Disbelief hung heavy in the air, and their wide eyes revealed a mix of confusion and wonder.

"Master Lucas, we don't deserve such kindness," one of the guards stammered, his voice tinged with genuine astonishment. "You have done so much for the kingdom, and yet, you continue to show compassion and generosity towards those beneath you."

With a mischievous glint in your eye, you playfully teased, "Don't say that, my dear friend. Besides, I'm sure you're secretly hoping that Master Lucas gets married every day just to keep him in a jolly mood, aren't you?" You couldn't help but click your tongue at them and even gave them a finger gun gesture.

The two guards blinked in surprise, then burst into laughter. "HAHAHA!" they chuckled heartily. "Well, we won't turn down a free party, Master Lucas. You've earned our respect, and we are honored to share this moment with you."

The warmth of their laughter and camaraderie filled the room, dispelling any lingering tension. You felt your heart swell with pride and admiration as their words washed over you. "Thank you, gentlemen," you whispered, your voice brimming with gratitude.

"It is us who should be thanking you, Master Lucas," the guard replied sincerely. "Your generosity and kindness are truly remarkable, and we are fortunate to witness such a momentous occasion."

Your eyes filled with determination, stepped forward, his voice resonating with a newfound resolve. "Gentlemen, I may have done much for the kingdom, but it is your unwavering loyalty and dedication that inspire me every day. This celebration is not just for me, but for all of us, for the strength and unity we have forged together."

A hush fell over the room as the guards listened intently, their hearts swelling with a mixture of pride and gratitude. "Let us revel in this moment, not just as subjects and master, but as friends and allies. Together, we shall forge a future filled with compassion, kindness, and generosity. For it is in these moments of unity that we find the true essence of our humanity."

The guards put thier gaunlted over their chest! "We would be honored, Master Lucas," one of the guards replied, a smile spreading across his face. "Your wedding will be a grand celebration, and we shall raise our glasses high in your honor."

ears welled up in the corners of your eyes as you were overwhelmed by the praise and gratitude from the guards. With a heartfelt nod, you turned to Nora, your voice quivering with emotion. "I am forever indebted to the love and support you have shown me, my dear."

Nora waved her hand dismissively. "Yes, yes, we're all thankful now. Can we get moving, please? I'm dying to finally kiss my husband on the lips!" She turned her gaze to the guards, a hint of threat underlying her tone. "I hope you two boys won't object to the vows?"

"Of course, Lady Nora. We would never dream of standing between two lovers," the guard replied, his tone filled with a mixture of amusement and respect. "We will wait patiently outside the chapel until you are finished with the ceremony."

Nora's mischievous smile danced on her lips. "I hope you boys won't get bored while waiting."

The guard shook his head, his eyes locked onto Nora's. "Boredom is the last thing on our minds, my lady. The anticipation and excitement of this moment are palpable, and we are eager to bear witness to your union."

With a nod, the guard signaled to his comrade, and they made their way out of the hall. "Let's go," he ordered, his voice filled with a mixture of anticipation and pride.

You and Nora continued walking, the anticipation building with each step, until you finally arrived at the venue of your wedding. It was a breathtaking sight. The plaza was adorned with flowers and decorations in vibrant hues, casting a magical aura over the entire place. Soft music filled the air, setting a romantic and enchanting tone for the occasion. Guests had gathered, their eyes filled with joy and expectation, as they eagerly awaited your arrival.

At the acenter of the fountain, the priest stood, an embodiment of solemnity and reverence, ready to bless your union. As you approached, your heart pounded in your chest, a whirlwind of emotions flooding over you—excitement, anxiety, and the overwhelming sense that this was the beginning of a new chapter in your life.

With every step you took, you couldn't help but gaze at Nora, your eyes locked onto hers. Her beauty was ethereal, enhanced by the glow of happiness and anticipation. She was everything you had ever dreamed of and more.

This moment, this venue, this love—it was all perfect. You knew that together, you and Nora could face anything, and the future held nothing but promise and endless love.

Nora's concerned voice pulled you from your thoughts. Her eyes bore into yours, searching for answers. "Lucas, is something the matter?" she asked, her voice laced with genuine concern.

You shook your head, trying to dispel the unsettling effects of your battle-honed instincts. "It's nothing, my love," you replied, forcing a reassuring smile. "Just an old gut feeling, a remnant of my days as a Royal Protector. There's nothing to worry about."

In truth, you knew that this was a different kind of battle—one that didn't require swords or armor. It was the battle to let go of the constant vigilance, the readiness to protect, and to embrace a life of peace and love with the woman who held your heart.

As you stood at the altar, surrounded by the beauty of the wedding venue, you couldn't help but reflect on the journey that had brought you here. The dread that had briefly gripped you was fading, replaced by a profound sense of gratitude and happiness. This was your moment to be at peace, to settle down with the love of your life, and to face the future together with unwavering love and devotion.

The priest, a tall figure in flowing robes, stood at the altar, his gaze fixed on you and Nora. His aged face was etched with lines of wisdom and his eyes held a deep sense of purpose. With a gentle clearing of his throat, he commanded the attention of the area, and the air grew heavy with anticipation.

We are gathered here today to witness two wonderful souls come together in holy matrimony!"

As the priest continued to speak, his words fading into the background, you couldn't shake the feeling that had gripped you earlier—the ominous sense of impending danger, like the sword of Damocles hanging perilously close. Your senses seemed to slow, the world becoming a haze of sounds and colors. Without warning, Nora's grip tightened on your shoulders, and she spun you around with a force that took you by surprise. Confusion clouded your mind as you tried to comprehend what was happening. And then, you saw it. A flash of pain filled Nora's eyes, her body swaying slightly. The world seemed to move in slow motion as blood poured from her lips, staining her once pristine gown.

Time stood still as the realization hit you like a tidal wave. Nora had been shot. The room erupted into chaos, but your focus was solely on Nora, on the pool of blood spreading rapidly beneath her. Panic and terror consumed your every thought, threatening to suffocate you.

The priest's voice faltered, his eyes widening in shock. Guests frantically scrambled to help, their voices a blur of urgency and fear. But your attention was fixated on Nora, on her fading breaths, and the desperate need to save her.

You dropped to your knees, your hands trembling as you pressed them against the wound, desperately trying to stem the flow of blood. "Nora, stay with me," you pleaded, your voice quivering with fear and desperation. But it was futile. The life was slipping away from her, and there was nothing you could do to stop it.

Amidst the chaos, a voice rang out with righteous anger, "For my Father, Royal Protector!" But you were oblivious to the commotion that followed. All that mattered was Nora, the love of your life, slipping away from you.

You heard the clash of swords and grunts of pain, but it was distant background noise. Your world had narrowed down to the lifeless body in your arms, tears streaming down your face. The reality of her sacrifice hit you like a ton of bricks. Nora had taken an arrow meant for you, giving up her own life so that you could live.

Future Denied Past Broken And Erased From History Present Full Of Pain And Madness

Nora is very wordly for Lucas. They are destined for each other. Their love is a once in a lifetime kind of love. They are each other's soulmates, but sometimes, fate has a funny way of working. Lucas and Nora are about to get married, but before they can say "I do," an arrow pierces Nora's heart, leaving her lifeless and bleeding out in Lucas' arms. Now very ironic for the phrase till death to us part! Ever since Lucas was in the service to their Majesties, he always ponders why he is always the one who live to see another day, while his friends and loves one always dies. Maybe, just maybe? This how the fates plans to torment him for the rest of his life, mocking him, goading it to his face that he will always be alive to see the life of his loved ones leave their eyes.

"NORAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" he screamed her name one last time to the heavens!

(AN: You thought it was fluff? But it was Angst all along

So I hope you enjoyed the story Readers

[melancholyslvt]

A LOVE ONLY MEMORIES CAN KEEP.

An angsty romance story about Captain John Price.

TW: death and slight nsfw

You and Price have been dating for 3 years now. Both of you know y’all are soulmates and nothing could get in between your love for each other, even after the accident…

Price was always an early bird but, he has always laid in bed with you until you woke up. It was odd not to feel his warmth pressed up against you when you woke up. You sat up and rubbed your eyes until you saw colors and then stretched your arms out yawning. “Price?” you called out confused with the lack of him in your bed. “Downstairs, darling” he shouted back.

You groan and make your way out of bed, as you walk down the stairs the smell of pancakes and bacon fills the air. you take one deep whiff followed by a sigh of pleasure “My favorite” you say as you walk up to your lover. Price turns and faces you, his face instantly turning red as he admires your beauty. “hey, sweetheart.” he chuckles softly and wraps his arms around you. He loved how small you felt in his arms. “every day I just seem to fall more and more in love with you” he says and grabs your chin so you look up at him followed by him kissing you on the forehead.

You close your eyes savoring the moment. “what’s the special occasion” You laugh softly and loosen up the hug to step back and walk to the dining table. “Nothing, I just want today to be all about you.” He follows behind you and places your plate in front of you with a glass of orange juice.

This was very odd behavior for him, Price had been acting weird all morning, grinning to himself and being overly secretive about his plans for the day. You just couldn’t wrap your head around why he wasn’t acting like this. As you ate you thought about all possibilities but your mind turned up blank.

After you finished your breakfast and did the dishes with Price both of you ended up on the porch on the bench swing wrapped up together in a blanket. his arm is around you, pulling you closer to him by your waist.

Everything was perfect.

“I am extremely grateful to have you in my life. You truly bring out the best in me.“ he beamed. You couldn’t help but grin ear to ear “Oh God, your smile is the most beautiful thing I know of” he whispered and pressed his forehead against yours, his lips only inches away from yours.

“kiss me,” he ordered, pulling you onto his lap.

Your eyes locked, drawn to each other like magnets. You hesitantly leaned in closer until his lips finally met yours in a gentle kiss. It started slow, as you savored the moment- the warmth of his body pressed on yours, the softness of his lips. The kiss became more intense as he deepened it, his tongue tangled around yours, and his breathing became ragged.

Price gripped onto your hips, digging his fingers into your skin. He broke apart the kiss, both of us breathless. “how about we take this upstairs-“Price was cut off by his work phone ringing. “you should take that” you say and get off his lap. “I’m sorry, darling. it will only be a second” Price said and stood up to go to a more private area.

You hated his job, he knew you did too. It was dangerous and it worried you. Price mentioned that when both of you are ready to start a family he will retire. You were impatient and excited about raising children together.

Price walks over with a disappointed look on his face. “love…” he pauses and takes a deep breath. “I have to go on a mission, but it isn’t a big one and I will be back tonight” he frowned. your heart seemed to shatter every time he had to go away, the thought of losing him always crossed your mind. he saw you holding back your tears and wanted to do something about it “Don’t be upset, sweetheart. I have a surprise for you when I get back” He picked you up in his arms and carried you inside.

“a surprise? What is it?” she asked with her eyes sparkling, you loved to be spoiled. “I can't tell you just yet” he carried you upstairs and placed you in the bed. you always loved being carried by him, it made you feel so protected.

price began to change in front of you, into his work clothing. “come on” you whined and rolled around in the bed, protesting. “ain’t no way” he chuckled. he sat down next to you to put on his shoes “you’ll just have to wait and see” price smiling knowing what is coming.

before you knew it you were waving goodbye to him as he drove off to the base.

As the clock ticked away, you sat anxiously by the window, waiting for Price to come home from work. you could feel your heart pounding in your chest as you thought about how much you loved him, and how much you couldn't wait to see him again.

The minutes turned into hours, and the hours turned into nightfall. you couldn't help but worry that something had happened to him - that he had been in an accident. you paced the house, trying to distract yourself with chores, but all you could think about was him.

Finally, as the clock struck midnight, you heard the sound of your phone ringing. You picked it up seeing the name read ‘Price’. However, the other voice on the end wasn’t price.

“Y/N…. come to the base. As soon as possible.”

“What? Why? Is everything okay?”

“It’s price. He has been shot and he requested to see you. He might not make it”

You dropped your phone and ran to the car. the pounding of your heart almost deafening. You sped to the base camp as fast as you could. When you got there you jumped out of the car, leaving the door wide open.

Your heart was racing as you ran through the military base, your legs aching from the sprint. Tears streamed down your face as you pushed through the crowds of soldiers, desperately trying to reach your dying boyfriend.

When you finally arrived at the makeshift hospital, you could barely recognize him. He was pale and barely conscious and surrounded by other wounded soldiers. You couldn’t believe that you were losing the love of her life.

You sat by his side, holding his hand and begging that he would hold on just a little while longer. You whispered your love for him in his ear. Your entire world was crumbling down around you. You could hear his labored breathing and the sound of his heartbeat through the monitors and it made you sick to your stomach.

As he struggled to stay alive, price mustered enough strength to reach into his pocket. He pulled out a small ring box and handed it to her. He gently placed it in her hand, he was far too weak to open it.

"Y/N," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "I was going to propose to you tonight. I just want you to know that I love you more than anything in the world."

Tears welled up in your eyes as he took his last breath, “I love you so much, please don’t go” you pleaded. His hand slowly fell off the edge of the bed. You collapsed onto the floor next to the bed, your chest heaving with sobs as you cried.

All the while, the other soldiers were around you, yelling and shouting as they tried to save your husband. They tried to bring him back to life, but there was nothing they could do.

As the chaos died down, you stayed there alone with your husband's lifeless body for what felt like hours. you were numb and couldn't move, holding onto the small ring box for dear life as if it was the only thing keeping you tethered to reality.

Finally, you gathered the strength to stand up. you clutched the ring box tightly in your hand, your mind and soul shattered into a million pieces.

As you left the hospital, the tears flowed freely down your cheeks. you knew that life would never be the same again. The thought of living the rest of your life without him was unbearable.

You clutched the ring box tightly, thankful for it, one last piece of her husband to hold onto.

You and Price had a love only memories can keep.

-melancholyslvt

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Harry Styles as Harry Styles

Victoria Pedretti as Ally Pedretti

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The sleek private water jet cut through the clouds, carrying Harry Styles and his girlfriend Ally Pedretti to a remote island in the Caribbean for a romantic getaway. Harry had been planning this trip for months as a special surprise for Ally.

As they gazed out the window at the turquoise waters and pristine beaches coming into view, Ally felt her heart flutter with excitement. "Where are we going exactly?" she asked Harry with a curious smile.

Harry just grinned and kept the destination a surprise. "You'll see very soon, love. Let's just say we'll have the entire island to ourselves."

Ally gasped in delight. "You rented out an entire private island? Harry, you're spoiling me rotten!"

"Only the best for my angel" Harry said with a wink, taking her hand and kissing it tenderly.

The jet landed on a tiny airstrip, and Harry led Ally out onto the tarmac where they were met by a smiling couple who introduced themselves as the island's staff - a husband and wife team named Miguel and Isabella.

"Bienvenidos! Welcome to Paradise Island!" Miguel exclaimed with a broad grin. "Mr. Styles has rented out the entire island for your stay."

"This is unbelievable," Ally said, looking around in awe at the pristine sandy beaches, gently swaying palm trees and lush jungle greenery. She pulled Harry in for a deep, passionate kiss. "Thank you for this incredible surprise, babe."

"Anything for you, my love," Harry murmured, holding her close. "Our own romantic paradise for the next few days."

Miguel and Isabella led them to an over-water bungalow, the picture of luxury with plush accommodations, a huge lounging patio, and steps leading directly into the crystal clear sea. A trail of rose petals led the way inside where Ally gasped at the gorgeous interior - a canopied bed, sitting area, and even a roaring fireplace.

"Oh Harry..." she sighed, spinning around to take it all in. She flung her arms around his neck and kissed him ardently. "This is absolute perfection."

Harry grinned, thrilled she was so happy with his planning. "We have the whole place to ourselves, angel. Let's take advantage of that privacy, shall we?" He scooped her up into his arms and carried her over to the bed, laying her down and climbing on top of her, kissing every inch of her soft skin.

Some time later, Harry and Ally emerged in their swimwear, hand-in-hand and glowing with contentment. "Let's go explore this little slice of heaven you've created for us," Ally said, squeezing Harry's hand affectionately.

They strolled down the powdery beach, leaving footprints in the sand. Soft waves lapped at the shore and sea birds cried out overheard. Ally stopped and turned to face Harry, wrapping her arms around his neck.

"This is so incredibly romantic. And to think we have this entire paradise all to ourselves!" She leaned in and kissed him deeply, moaning into his mouth.

Harry pulled back and smirked at her, his hands sliding down over her hips. "Why don't we take advantage of that privacy and have a little fun?" He abruptly scooped her up and tossed her over his shoulder in one smooth motion, carrying her kicking and squealing back towards the water.

"Harry! What are you doing, you beast?" she laughed, swatting him playfully on the back.

"Cooling you off!" Harry tossed her into the warm, waist-deep water, laughing at her shriek as she came up spluttering and shaking water from her hair.

"You're going to pay for that Styles!" Ally yelled, splashing him furiously. Harry just roared with laughter and waded in after her, grabbing her by the waist and wrestling her into the deeper water.

"So that's how you want to play it?" He gave her a wicked grin and pushed her under the surface. When she came up again splashing and coughing, he leaned in close. "Sweet, sweet revenge..."

Ally glared at him, her eyes sparkling. "You're going down, popstar!" She grabbed him around the neck and tried to dunk him back but he was too strong. She attempted to push him under again and again. Finally succeeding after an intense tussle, holding him underwater for a moment before their thrashing brought them up in a tangle of arms and legs, Ally shrieked delightedly. "I got you!"

But Harry just smirked and shook the wet hair out of his eyes. "I let you win this time, darling."

"Oh really?" Ally raised an eyebrow and a new spark entered her eyes. "Well, how's this for winning?"

She leaned in and kissed him hard, threading her fingers into his wet hair and grinding her hips against his. Harry groaned and pulled her flush against his body under the waves, returning her passionate kiss with fervor and desire. After a few heated moments, they finally came up for air, both panting hard.

"Okay, okay...you win,' Harry chuckled deeply. "Let's take this back to the bungalow, yeah?"

Ally grinned and trailed a hand down his chest, leaving him breathless. "Only if u can catch me.", she says already taking off , leaving Harry laughing as he shakes his head and runs after her.

As the moon glowed bright, and the sky grew darker, Harry guided Ally along a secluded trail through the jungle.

"Where are we going now, babe?" Ally asked curiously as they made their way through the dense foliage.

"You'll see, my love. I have another surprise in store for you," Harry replied with a enigmatic smile.

They emerged from the trees onto a tiny sheltered cove, and Ally's breath caught in her throat. A beautiful beachside cabana had been set up in the sand, complete with a thatched-roof covering, plush lounging pillows, flickering tiki torches, and candles everywhere. A small dining table was set for two with fine linens, china, crystal glasses, and a lavish feast of gourmet delicacies.

"Oh Harry...you've really outdone yourself!" Ally cried, covering her mouth in awe as he led her over to the cozy nook. "This is so romantic and dreamy."

"Only the best for you, darling." Harry kissed her tenderly and pulled out her chair for her. They sat and dined on the sumptuous meal as the sun slipped below the horizon, the stars twinkling to life above them. Soft music played in the background, and candles flickered all around, bathing them in a warm glow.

After dinner, Harry took Ally's hand and led her out to a small stretch of beach just steps from their cabana. He spun her around and pulled her close, beginning to sway with her in a gentle dance under the stars. Ally rested her head on his shoulder as they slowly revolved in time to the sultry music.

"I love you endlessly, Ally," Harry murmured into her hair. "This entire trip has been my dream...to share this perfect paradise with you, the love of my life."

Ally pulled back and gazed up into his eyes, her own sparkling with happy tears. "Harry, I've never been happier or more in love. You've made this so special for us. I'll cherish these memories forever."

She kissed him ardently, her fingers tangling in the short hair at the nape of his neck. Harry kissed her back intensely, pulling her lithe body flush against his, the passion between them burning white-hot. They continued to kiss and sway to the music under the stars for an immeasurable stretch of time, lost in a hazy, blissful erotic fugue.

After a while, Harry gently pulled back and took Ally's hand once more. "The night's not over yet, my love. I have one more surprise."

Ally's brow furrowed but she smiled radiantly. "More? You've already given me so much tonight."

Harry chuckled and shook his head. "Not nearly enough. Come with me."

He led her further down the secluded beach, following a winding path illuminated by flickering tiki torches stuck in the sand. After a few moments, Ally's breath caught in her throat again at the next beautiful sight.

They emerged onto another tiny cove beach where hundreds of votive candles were arranged in the sand, forming an immaculate heart shape. In the very center stood a huge, gnarled tree trunk, its branches bedecked in sparkling white fairy lights. The effect was ethereal and utterly magical.

"Harry..." Ally whispered, utterly captivated and awestruck. She looked up at him, eyes shining with wonder and adoration. "What is all this?"

Harry just smiled and brushed a rogue curl back from her face tenderly. "Come with me."

He took her hand once more and led her into the heart of flickering candles, coming to a stop under the gnarled tree hung with twinkling lights above them. Ally turned in a slow circle, taking in the breathtaking romantic atmosphere. She opened her mouth to speak but Harry brought a finger to her lips to silence her.

“Ally, babe...I need to get something off my chest here. You know me - I've never been one to really beat around the bush. So I'm just gonna come right out and say it.

Before I met you, I was kind of a mess, to be honest. A total playboy drifting aimlessly from one empty fling to the next. I won't go into all the grimy details, but let's just say my behavior back then was pretty crappy. I was selfish, arrogant, treating women like disposable objects. Acting out because of my own insecurities and voids inside. It was a really dark time for me.

On the surface, yeah, I was living the ultimate rock star fantasy - money, fame, girls throwing themselves at me left and right. But underneath all that? I was hopelessly lost and unhappy. Just going through the motions, filling the emptiness with shallow thrills and physical pleasure because I didn't know how else to find real fulfillment or intimacy. 

But then you crashed into my life like a miniature sun, brightening up all the shadows. From the very first moment I met you, something inside me shifted. You saw through all my bullshit bravado and charmed the real me out into the light. With your warmth, your nurturing spirit, and your way of inspiring me to be better.

The connection we had from those very first deep conversations we shared...it rocked me to my core, you know? I'd never opened up like that, never felt so vulnerable yet so embraced at the same time. You made me feel safe to let the true me emerge after keeping him locked up for so long.

As we grew closer, you started knocking down all the walls I'd built up around myself. You encouraged me to face my demons head-on instead of running from them. Your shining example and compassion gave me the courage to really do the work on myself. To become more self-aware, more emotionally intelligent, more intentional about how I move through this world.  

With you by my side supporting me every step of the way, I was finally able to shed all those toxic, immature patterns of behavior. The cheating, the disrespect toward women, the reckless substance abuse. You inspired me to clean up my act and channel my energy into meaningful artistry instead of chasing empty highs.

Most of all, you've helped me kill my overblown, compensation-fueled ego that was the root of so much of my misguided shit. You've grounded me fully in reality, showing me what really matters. Things like vulnerability, truth-telling, genuine human connection, service to others.

Baby, you've quite literally resurrected me from the mess I was and breathed new, purposeful life into my existence. You've been the ultimate catalyst helping me discover and become the man I was always meant to be. 

Which is why...here tonight, surrounded by all this romantic ambiance I've tried to create for you...I want to make the biggest, most profound commitment to you that I can. To pledge my revered heart, mind and soul to you forever.”

Harry paused, gazing deep into her eyes. Ally felt tears already slipping down her cheeks, overwhelmed by the depth of emotion she saw burning in his eyes. He gently wiped her tears away and continued, his voice thick with conviction and love.

Harry slowly sank down to one knee in the sand before Ally, looking up at her with shining eyes full of sincerity and hope. Ally's hand flew to her mouth, cheeks wet with fresh tears at his gorgeous speech.

Harry pulled a small basket from behind his back and lifted the lid, ready to retrieve the engagement ring inside...

...only to find the basket completely empty. His smile froze slightly as confusion and then panic flickered over his face. "What the...?" He peered inside the basket, whipping it upside down and shaking it, nothing emerging but grains of sand.

Wait...no! Where's the ring? Harry thought frantically, cheeks flushing with embarrassment and dismay. All his careful planning, the elaborate romantic surprise, heartfelt speech...and he had gone and forgot the most important part!

"Uh...Ally...I..." he stammered, looking back up at his beautiful girlfriend, tears sparkling on her cheeks as she gazed down at him kneeling beneath the fairy lights. "You see...I had this whole thing planned out..." His embarrassment was quickly becoming pure mortification.

But then, Harry saw the adoring, tender smile spread across Ally's face. She let out a soft, effortless peal of laughter and shook her head slowly. "Harry...my sweet, sweet Harry," she sighed, still chuckling. "I don't need a ring. Your words, your gorgeous heart...that's all I'll ever need."

Ally reached out and cupped his face in her hands. "Of course I'll marry you. As if I could ever say no to the man I love above all else in this world."

Harry simply stared up at her through a film of relieved tears, overwhelmed and deliriously happy. He pulled her down into his arms with a breathless laugh and their lips crashed together in a passionate, soul-binding kiss that sealed their new engagement right there in their magical paradise.

As the fairy lights glowed and danced around them, they lost themselves in the euphoric rapture of their fiery, all-consuming love...along with many giggles and joking whispers about the missing ring.

"My silly, foolish man," Ally murmured affectionately, peppering kisses over Harry's face, hands sliding through his tousled hair. "I'll make you the happiest damn husband in the world...even if you forget the ring!"

They held each other tightly under the tree, foreheads pressed together, lost in the depths of each other's eyes and orbiting stars. After a blissful stretch of time making love under the lights and candles, Harry abruptly pulled away and grabbed two palm fronds from the sand. Chuckling to himself, he tore them apart and began weaving them into circles.

"What are you doing now, my fiancé?" Ally asked with an amused grin, watching his nimble fingers work.

A moment later, Harry finished and held up his creations - two woven circles made of palm fronds, makeshift rings.

“Allison Pedretti, the love of my life...will you marry me? Will you allow me the profound honor of calling you my wife, my partner, my guiding light for the rest of our days? 

I don't have a fancy ring to offer you this moment. Just the promise that if you say yes, I'll spend every waking breath showing you the extraordinary depth of my love, devotion and gratitude for you saving me. I'll never stop romancing you, uplifting you, cherishing our sacred union.

So what do you say, angel? Will you take this imperfect man and keep remaking him by your side? Be my forever soulmate and wife so we can go change the world together?”. Ally gasps , and nods frantically as she still covers her mouth with her hand.

"May I?" he said with a lopsided grin, eyes twinkling. Ally beamed and nodded, tears sparkling in her eyes as Harry took her hand and slid one of the rings over her finger, mirroring the motion on his own with the other.

"With this ring, I thee wed...eventually," he quipped with a throaty laugh. Ally cupped his face in her hands and pulled him in for a deep, drugging kiss.

Afterwards they lay twined together on a plush blanket, cradled in the cradle of the heart-shaped candles slowly burning lower.

“ I am gonna marry an actual angel ," Harry whispered, planting a kiss on Ally's temple as she snuggled closer against him. "And to think it all happened without a proper ring!"

Ally grinned and held up her hand, flexing her palm frond band. "I can’t imagine anything making this moment more perfect.”

"Oh, I have some ideas," Harry murmured, rolling over and pinning her beneath him, capturing her lips in a searing, I'll-show-you-how-I'll-upstage-it sort of kiss.

The next morning, they woke tangled in the blankets on the beach, giggling and giddy with the ecstatic aftermath of their engagement and night of lovemaking under the stars. Harry pulled Ally close and kissed her tenderly.

"Hi fiancée," he whispered, voice rough with sleep and bliss.

"Hi my forever soulmate," she sighed, punctuating her words with another languid, devouring kiss.

As the newborn sun peeked over the horizon and washed the beach in a warm, golden glow of a new day, the two newly engaged soulmates got to their feet hand-in-hand and walked leisurely back along the sand towards their bungalow. Harry stooped and plucked a scarlet hibiscus bloom from a patch they passed, handing the vivid flower to Ally with a wink.

"For my blushing bride-to-be," he purred, trailing a hand over her naked hip.

Ally beamed radiantly and tucked the flower into her tousled hair before pulling Harry in for a deep, drugging kiss under the shade of the rustling palm trees...

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Star Boy

Chapter 1

Age: 8, Year: 32 BBY

Word Count: 5179

Warnings: None, other than it’s slow.

A/N: This is an Anakin x reader fic and my first ever writing project so beware.

The temple was illuminated by the soft glow of candlelight as twelve cloaked figures stepped out of the shadows to investigate the small bundle that lay at their entrance. They removed a few strips of fabric, and there you were, fast asleep in a bed of warmth and safety. The council members all paused for a moment, captivated by your angelic face and cherub lips. After a brief discussion, they quickly agreed to take you in and provide you with a loving home. A few of the members provided emotional support, and one even took care of the daily parenting duties. Together, they created a safe and loving environment where you could grow, learn, and thrive.

It was obvious that you had special talents from a very young age. When you were only two years old, you were already able to lift heavy objects. By the time you turned five, your skills in dual wielding weapons outperformed those of other children your own age. Now, at eight years of age, you were being mentored by none other than Obi-Wan Kenobi. You quickly raced up the ranks as one of the brightest Padawans in the Jedi Order, and everyone around seemed to recognize your potential for greatness.

Obi-Wan Kenobi was more than just a Jedi master to you. He played a vital role in your life as a mentor and friend. He did not preach lessons, but lived them out. Always ready to offer guidance and support whenever you needed it, he faced the responsibility of what being a Jedi really meant. Despite his young age of 25, he proved to be an exceptional master and an even better friend.

As with any relationship, your bond with Obi-Wan was not without its challenges.Obi-Wan could feel the tension between you two, especially when you would spend your evenings alone in your room with no communication. He was concerned and tried to initiate conversations but saw how they only pushed you deeper into your shell. With a heavy heart, Obi-Wan decided to respect your boundaries and give you space, hoping that one day he'd get the glimpse of the person he knew was inside you.

At first, Obi-Wan thought your quiet demeanor and unwillingness to share made you seem shy and unsure of yourself. But once you began to open up, he watched your skills in the Force sharpen with each practice session. Every mission felt like a success; you knew when to take charge, but also when to listen and follow his leadership. Together, you achieved everything the Jedi council asked of you, earning praise for the two of you.

Normally, you would have been partnered with Qui Gon, Obi Wan's mentor and dad-like figure. Until his untimely death. Hearing stories of how Obi Wan had to watch helplessly as Qui Gon was taken away from him, then later slice Darth Maul in half, you wished you could have been there for him. But instead, you were stuck at the temple for weeks due to an infection picked up on a previous excursion.

Yesterday, the doctors released you from the med-bay and urged you to move around and get some fresh air. You remembered hearing about a garden tucked away on the grounds, so you decided to explore it. Unlike the meditation gardens, with its single tree and sparse flowers, this one was full of life. As you stepped through the entrance, a path snaked through the green foliage. The sun shone down from an open roof above and sparkled off a babbling brook that emptied into a small pond in the center of the clearing. Birds flitted through the branches of a tall oak tree providing shade, and butterflies danced around bright patches of wildflowers. This secret paradise became your safe place - a haven where you could find solace and connection with nature.

You stumbled out from the path onto a patch of dewy grass beneath an ancient tree, its branches forming a canopy above you. Rays of golden light filtered through and illuminated your skin with shifting shadows. From beyond the tall grass, trickling water could be heard, dipping into a nearby stream. This place was so different from the meditation rooms that couldn’t replicate this level of serenity or peace. Here you felt safe, nestled within the embrace of nature. You let out a content sigh and basked in the sun’s warmth until eventually sleep overcame you.

Over the next couple of days, snippets of conversations between Qui Gon and the council trickled down to you. They had located a child on Tatooine with a connection to the Force, and Qui Gon wanted him as his Padawan, but he was too late. So instead, according to Qui Gon's dying wish, Obi-Wan would be training the boy alongside you. You wished you could protest—you weren't ready to share your teacher's attention like this—but it seemed like you were stuck with it.You still couldn't wrap your head around why everyone was making such a fuss about this boy you hadn't even met yet…but soon enough, you'd find out.

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Obi-Wan's ship slowly descended from the sky like a graceful dove, its thrusters burning to draw nearer to the ground. You felt your heart flutter in anticipation, and without thinking your feet moved forward, propelling you towards the docking bay. You had been counting down the days until Obi-Wan's return, and it seemed that today was finally the day.

Your small form flew through the air as you leapt into Obi-Wan's arms, feeling his warmth radiating around you even through his Jedi tunic. He wrapped his strong arms around you in a gentle embrace, before pushing you back slightly to look at you and give a little huff of amusement.

"Hello there," he greeted you with a warm smile. You grinned back, unable to hide your excitement at seeing him again. "Hello, master, I've been looking forward to your arrival," you replied happily.

"I sure hope so. It would be tragic if my own padawan didn't miss me." His blue eyes sparkled in amusement as he reached for your shoulder and turned both of you towards the exit. “Come, young one, we have much to discuss."

…

You had heard plenty of stories about the mysterious boy, but you were never given the chance to meet him. Obi-Wan shared a brief description — a nine-year-old Tatooine slave with incredible strength and an ability to fix anything — but he was nowhere in sight. You couldn't help but wonder why this kid was being kept hidden from you. A week later, Obi-Wan finally revealed the boy’s identity: Anakin Skywalker.

You knelt in the center of the garden, a basket of freshly picked daisies and lavender resting beside you. With each flower you plucked, you worked quickly to weave them into an intricate crown. As your fingers moved deftly through the petals and stems, your heart raced with excitement about the forbiddenness of it all. You were completely unaware that Anakin had crept up behind the tree, watching as your delicate fingers created something beautiful out of these forbidden flowers.

Anakin had seen you from a distance, noticing the way you moved through the temple with an air of quiet determination and focus. He was drawn to you as he could sense your confusion and curiosity through the force – something about you captivating him and yet intimidating him at the same time. With a sudden burst of courage, Anakin walked around the tree and stood in front of where you were seated, his heart pounding against his chest as he prepared to introduce himself. He noticed how alone you often seemed, without any signs of friends or companionship. He was determined that today would be different.

A sandy-haired boy with spiky hair and a Padawan braid hanging behind his ear stepped into your secret garden hideaway. You eyed him cautiously, your fingers pausing in their rustling of stems as you tried to discern why he was there. He smiled at you, his eyes twinkling with amusement.

"You don't talk much, do you?" he asked, and you glanced down at the flower crown in your hands, its intertwined stems creating an intricate pattern. Your mouth opened slightly before you shook your head, choosing not to answer his question.

The boy sat beside you and watched silently as your fingers expertly braided together the petals and leaves of the freshly picked flowers. You could feel his gaze on your face when he finally spoke again.

"You know you're not allowed to use those, right?" His tone was gentle but held a hint of warning.

You hesitated for a moment, eyes narrowing in disbelief. "You won't tell... right?" you asked, the unspoken menace hovering between you. He shook his head and crossed his heart with two fingers to emphasize his assurance of secrecy. "Cross my heart and call me bantha fodder" he added, a sly smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. You couldn't help but let out a small chuckle at his humorous answer, though you weren't quite sure what it meant.

Your amusement was fleeting as you returned your gaze back to the task in front of you. Curiosity soon got the better of you though, prompting you to ask him one more question. "What's your name?"

A hint of pride lit up his face as he answered, "Anakin. Anakin Skywalker." As if prompted by the mention of his own name, he stuck out his hand towards yours in invitation to shake. You looked up abruptly and studied his face carefully, finally able to put a face to the infamous name that had been whispered throughout the temple. Even now, weeks later, he had managed to cause quite a stir among its ranks. Your preoccupation with your thoughts caused you to miss his gesture of greeting until he cleared his throat lightly and subtly wiggled his outstretched fingers.

"You were supposed to be Qui Gon's padawan."

Anakin shifted nervously in place, his gaze dropping to the floor as he muttered "I was..." before trailing off. His fingers twitched at his sides, and there seemed to be a heavy weight on his chest. Though Anakin had only known him for a short while, this person was the only one who had shown him kindness besides his mother. Now he was Obi-Wan Kenobi's padawan - a pleasant enough teacher, but one who seemed to regard Anakin more as an obligation than something special.

You placed your hand gently on Anakin’s shoulder, letting your presence and force signature fill him with a calming reassurance that allowed him to relax and feel lighter. After giving Anakin’s shoulder a gentle squeeze, you pulled back and picked up the crown lying between you both. You studied it for any flaws in the sunlight streaming through the window, while Anakin watched you in confusion, not knowing what he should be looking for.

"You're Obi-Wan's padawan now," you said softly. "I'm his padawan too."

Anakin nodded hesitantly, turning away from you to inspect the crown some more. "I don't think he likes me very much," he whispered unhappily.

You shook your head and sighed. "Obi-Wan is a good man. Kind and thoughtful. I’ve known him all my life. He’s like my -" You paused mid-sentence, noticing the slight edge of defensiveness in your voice. "He's probably just…overwhelmed with Qui Gon, that was his old master."

Anakin furrowed his brows in confusion. "I thought Jedi weren't supposed to have attachments?"

"They're not," you replied firmly, a faint smirk tugging at your lips. "But you will find Master Kenobi to be a special exception to that rule."

"How so?" Anakin asked, eyes widening with curiosity.

You didn't answer right away, finishing up fixing the odd lump on the crown before setting it aside. After a few moments, you met his gaze with an amused expression.

"You'll see," you said mysteriously.

He stared at you for a moment before pressing forward with another question: "How come you weren't with Obi-Wan when..." He realized that you hadn't been with them on Tatooine or Naboo.

Your expression softened slightly as you explained, "I was ill from a previous mission and had to stay on bed rest for a few weeks."

Anakin nodded slowly, unsure how else to respond other than asking with genuine concern, "Do you feel better now?"

You let out a soft laugh and smiled at him warmly. "Obviously."

Anakin playfully rolled his eyes at your response, feeling comforted by the familiarity of the situation. It reminded him of pleasant memories from his childhood on Tatooine when he would banter with his friends. It was a reminder of a simpler time and place he could call home.

His next words were more than just a casual inquiry; they were a heartfelt plea for companionship and connection of the most valuable kind. He was looking for something that could ground him in the present moment and provide comfort from the unfamiliarity of his new life: someone he could count on as an ally and confidant—a friend who could bring back memories of innocence and belonging from his past home.

You glanced up at him and softly smiled in understanding, raising the flower crown and gently placing it atop his head. For the first time in weeks, he felt content.

…

Training alongside Anakin was better than you thought it would be. He was far more skilled for being a newbie and proved worthy of being a part of the order. From an outside perspective, you could tell how apprehensive the higher-ups were; they seemed to walk on eggshells around him. Sure, he was better and better than expected, but their reactions left you feeling like a zoo animal as the council came in and observed you two. You couldn't even imagine what it must have felt like for him.

You both had just finished a light lifting exercise, with Anakin closing his eyes as he attempted to lift a nearby object using the force. His efforts impressed you, and your face lit up with amazement as he moved the boulder slightly off the ground before eventually opening one eye to watch your response. No one he has ever known has been so impressed by something as simple as a rock, yet he was still surprised by you. Your eyes met his as he set the stone down gently on the ground.

“Why did you stop?” You asked him.

He shrugged, “I got bored. Why don’t you try it? I bet you can’t get it any higher.”

When the two of you were together, his easy banter and sense of humor lightened the air. At times, he'd deliver a punchy zinger or two, aiming it right at you, but you knew it was all in good fun. Other occasions, his teasing crossed a line and your patience evaporated - yet still, you'd often bite back with playful sarcasm.

"Fine," you declared, a surge of confidence flowed through your veins as you lifted the large rock with relative ease. You held it there for a few seconds, demonstrating your strength before setting it back down. Turning your head to Anakin in satisfaction, you saw his eye roll and felt a mischievous smirk tugging on the corners of your mouth. Taking advantage of his distraction, you quickly grabbed a small pebble next to you and threw it at his arm.

Thwack

"Ow, what the-"

"Your arrogance is too high for someone that's only been here for a couple of weeks," you warned him.

He rubbed his arm, looking at you with a frown. "So?" he responded exasperatedly.

"So," you continued, "You need to practice more instead of challenging me with things I'm already competent at."

A sudden, searing pain ran through your arm, causing you to gasp. You glared at him and he grinned, knowing he had won this round of their game. He tried to contain his laughter as he sucked in his lips.

"Oh yeah?" you challenged, already reaching for another pebble to fling at him. The two of you sprinted around each other, dodging the tiny missiles in the air and laughing. Until suddenly Obi-Wan appeared before you both, hands tucked into his sleeves with an incredulous look on his face.

"What in the world are you two doing?" He asked, bewildered. You scrambled to find something to say while Anakin stood still, eyes glued to the floor. Obi-Wan sighed loudly before telling Anakin that the council needed him again and informing you that you would meet for dinner later and that you should clean up this mess. With a wave of your hand, you quickly put all the pebbles back where they belonged before following Anakin's path to the council room. As curiosity pushed you forward, you made your way underneath the floorboards and into a secret vent where Murmurings of voices could be heard from within.

The thick metal grates of the temple were illuminated with a bright force, making it possible to distinguish the figure of Obi-Wan Kenobi and Anakin Skywalker standing in the center of the chamber.

“Based on your performance during the trial period, we have concluded what is best for not only the Order but also the galaxy…” A deep rumble filled the room as Mace Windu spoke.

Yoda spoke up, “Impressive progress you've made.”

Mace Windu straightened up, his voice heavy with disappointment. “But we cannot accept you into our ranks—we believe it would be too dangerous to keep you here.”

Confusion coursed through your veins—what did that mean?

“Is he not the chosen one?” Obi-Wan interjected, “You saw him with your own eyes; his skills have far surpassed most padawans in this temple.”

Anakin was the Chosen One, the one that was supposed to bring balance to the force.

“Skills are not what makes a Jedi, Kenobi. It's the heart of the individual and the spirit that truly makes one. As impressive as he is, he's too dangerous.”

A long pause fell throughout the room, the air thick with tension. You waited with bated breath hoping they didn't truly intend on sending away Anakin.

“So what are your intentions?” Obi-Wan asked.

“He will be sent back to Tatooine and reunited with his mother. Anakin, on behalf of myself and the council I am sorry.” You watched the bottoms of Anakin's boots turn towards the exit, but something stopped him.

“What will happen if the Sith get to him? What will we do then, hmm?” Obi-Wan asked, refusing to let go of his newly appointed Padawan.

“How are we to bring balance back to the force if he has no knowledge of it?” The question hung in the air for a while.

“He has attachments Obi-Wan that is why we must let him go. We already made a mistake bringing him here.”

You could hear Obi-Wan's defeated sigh, “If he is brought back to Tatooine. The Sith may pluck him from our grasps and teach him the ways of the dark side.”

“From what I recall Kenobi,” Windu’s voice was slow and threatening,” You didn't even want the boy.”

Your eyes widened in surprise and you clamped your hand over your mouth to stop yourself from gasping loudly. You hoped the others didn’t hear it. “Continue this conversation at a later time. Another presence I feel,” Yoda said. You held your breath and scrambled back down the passageway, away from the council room. The cold stone walls scraped your skin as you moved, and you could feel your heart pounding so hard you were sure whoever was around would hear it. You quickly spotted an opening in the wall which led out into a hallway behind the council room, and you made a dash for it.

Finally, you reached the opening and cautiously peered out. The hallway was empty, but you knew that could change at any moment. You quickly crawled out and slid the grate back into place before standing up. You took a deep breath, trying to calm your nerves.

You could practically feel the tremor of the steps reverberating through the corridor as Anakin and Obi-Wan approached. Panic began to rise in your chest as you tried to come up with a plan, but it was too late – they had already spotted you.

“Oh, it's you,” said Obi-Wan, surprise evident in his voice.

All you could do was nod in response, feeling relieved that he didn't mention the meeting. However, when you chanced a glance at Anakin, his gaze was stern and fixed upon you. You quickly averted your eyes, suddenly conscious of your state – your robes were caked with dust and dirt collected from the vents.

Obi-Wan heaved an exasperated sigh before saying “Y/N, your robes are absolutely filthy.” You fumbled for a response and then quickly swiped away the debris from your clothing.

“Sorry, Master,” you muttered apologetically.

He nodded in understanding before adding “Let's just get to dinner before someone grabs the last cushnip.”

…

You assumed that the council had changed their decision about Anakin since he had been around for a couple of weeks. Obi-Wan was none the wiser to your knowledge. However, you started to notice that Anakin was acting oddly around you, speaking in short clipped sentences and avoiding eye contact. His frustration with the Council's decision seemed to be transferred onto you, although you weren't sure why. You tried to talk to him about it, but while he was polite, he didn't let on what was bothering him.

Once again you and Anakin were dueling. Sparks flew from both of your lightsabers as they clashed against each other, and the force of each strike reverberated through your arms. Your feet skidded across the floor as you nimbly evaded his attacks while seeking an opening to attack yourself. Even though your skills matched each other's evenly, Anakin's strikes seemed almost frenzied as if he was trying to vent all of his frustrations into the fight itself. His jaw was clenched tight in anger, and there was a wild glint in his eye as he pressed forward relentlessly. Every fiber of your being screamed for you to retreat before it was too late, but still, something kept you rooted in place as if waiting for something—or someone—to intervene.

“Anakin! Control your anger! You don't want to kill her, you want to disarm her," Obi-Wan scolded.

He nodded at Obi-Wan and then turned his attention to you. His eyes intense under the light of the room and he stood tall and proud, ready for battle. You studied Anakin's movements intently, noting the way his fists tightened and his shoulders tensed up moments before he charged towards you. You braced yourself as he lunged forward with great force, lightsaber drawn and pointed directly at you. In one quick motion, you managed to block his attack and flick your own lightsaber in an attempt to use his momentum against him. But Anankin was too fast--he blocked your move and twisted his lightsaber to gain control of the situation, leaving you vulnerable and exposed.

Anakin's fighting style forced you out of your comfort zone--you were used to attacking with swift precision, but he was unrelenting and ferocious. Your blue and yellow lightsabers clashed in a dizzying display of speed and finesse as you battled it out tooth-and-nail. Sweat beaded on your forehead from the strain of keeping up with Anakin's relentless attacks.

You attempted to distract him with a series of twirls and spins, hoping to catch him off guard, but he was too focused. As you stepped back to face him once more, he suddenly lunged forward, catching you off guard. You stumbled backwards and fell awkwardly on your wrist, the sound of a slight snap echoing throughout the room. You gasped in pain and looked up at Anakin in a mixture of shock and agony.

“Anakin!” Obi-Wan yelled.

But Anakin wasn't worried about Obi-Wan, he was worried about you as he ran to you. You sat on the floor holding your limp wrist to your chest. You tried to hide your tears from Anakin, too embarrassed to show him you were crying. That's when you noticed blood dripping from your nose and onto your robes. You realized he had punched you in the face.

The soft sound of his footsteps filled the room as he hurried across it. Anakin immediately got on his knees, apologizing profusely: “Y/N, I'm so sorry. I- I don't know why I-”

“Anakin,” Obi-Wan called again, trying to get the boy's attention. Anakin finally looked at his master with shame and guilt in his eyes.

“Go to the meditation room," he ordered, while walking over to your crying frame.

“But-”

“Now,” he said louder. Anakin obeyed, hanging his head and walking out of the room.

…

You winced as a medical droid wrapped your wrist in a tight bandage and secured it with an extra-wide sling. They then shined a bright light into your eyes to check for a concussion before checking your nose, which was only bruised. All the while, Obi-Wan stood nearby, occasionally placing a comforting hand on your shoulder or squeezing your arm reassuringly.

When he left, you were left alone in the sterile med bay, struggling to make sense of Anakin’s outburst. Your thoughts raced as you sat on the edge of the med bay bed, listening to the faint humming of the droids. You weren't sure what had changed in Anakin, or why he had used violence against you. All you knew was that you had to stay strong and make it clear that such behavior wouldn't be tolerated.

As the door creaked open, Obi-Wan stepped into the room, his long brown robes sweeping gracefully along the ground and Anakin tailing closely behind. Obi-Wan's piercing gaze settled on Anakin who hung his head low in shame, not daring to make eye contact with you.

"Well..." Obi-Wan began, his brow crinkling with curiosity as he looked toward Anakin. You waited silently for Anakin to speak up, your eyes narrowing at him as you tried to ignore the pulsing pain coming from your sore wrist.

At last, Anakin lifted his head and your eyes locked. His cheeks were wet with tears and a lump formed in your throat when you realized it was more than just guilt that he was feeling - he had been crying for himself. Despite your inner urge to hold a grudge, you knew forgiveness was the best way forward.

“I'm really sorry Y/N," he said quietly while avoiding Obi-Wan's gaze. Your expression softened slightly as you replied, “Alright, I forgive you." A wave of relief dropped over Anakin's entire body and before you could react he had wrapped his arms around you in an embrace. You winced in pain as your tender wrist felt pressure, but Anakin let go quickly with a sheepish apology.

“Come on now," Obi-wan interjected in a firm tone, ushering both of you out of the room. With Anakin’s help, you hopped off of the bed and quickly made your escape - there would be more to discuss tomorrow.

…

You awoke the next day, feeling disoriented with a tight ache radiating from your wrist. You knew you had to find Anakin in the meditation chambers and threw on your robe, trying to ignore the itch of the cast encasing your arm.

The sun was just beginning to peek over the horizon as you stepped out of your room. The chill breeze that swept in through the window made you shiver, but it did nothing to diminish the beauty of the oranges, pinks and yellows that painted the sky.

The hallway was still, with no signs of life other than your own presence. As you followed the path to the meditation chambers, an ever-growing sense of peace flooded through you. The gentle chirps of birds and rustling of leaves filled the air around you, and with every step taken you felt calmer.

The entrance to the meditation chambers loomed before you — two gigantic wooden doors carved with intricate designs that reached up to the sky. Taking a deep breath, you pushed open one of the doors and stepped inside.The room was huge, with tall ceilings supported by massive stone pillars that reached down to the floor below. Dust motes glittered in the sunlight streaming through high windows, illuminating a chamber full of cushioned chairs. In the middle of the room sat Anakin, his legs were crossed and his hands were placed on his knees. His eyes were closed as if he was in deep meditation.

You stood there for a moment, just watching him. Contemplating on whether or not you should speak. You cleared your throat, and he opened his eyes slowly, turning his head slightly to look at you. His expression was unreadable but gentle. Your mouth opened, about to say something before he beat you to it.

"I know you were there at that meeting," he said softly but firmly, watching your face carefully as realization seemed to dawn on you that he had noticed your presence.

"But why were you mad at me?" you asked hesitantly.

Anakin let out a deep sigh before responding. "I wasn't mad at you, I was just..." He trailed off for a moment as he thought about what he wanted to say next. "Frustrated," he finished finally, his voice barely above a whisper.

You frowned but stayed silent so he could continue.

"I took it out on you when I shouldn't have, and I'm sorry."

You nodded, feeling the tension in your shoulders ease off. Anakin had to be one of the most complex people you’ve ever met.

"It's okay," you said, a small smile gracing your lips. "But you shouldn't keep everything to yourself, Anakin. We're friends, remember?"

He nodded, a small smile of his own playing across his lips. "Yeah, I remember. And I'm grateful for that."

The two of you sat there in companionable silence for a few moments, the only sound being that of your breathing and the birds outside. It was a peaceful moment, one that you were glad to share with Anakin.

"So, what now?" you asked, breaking the silence.

Anakin shrugged. "Now, we continue on as we always have. But this time, I won't keep my frustrations bottled up."

You smiled, feeling a sense of relief. "Good. And if you need someone to talk to, you know you can alway come to me."

Anakin nodded, his gaze softening. "I appreciate that," he said before glancing away.

You followed his gaze and saw that he was looking at the window, lost in thought. Curiosity getting the best of you, you leaned over slightly to see what had caught his attention. Outside, the sun had fully risen, and the birds were singing a lively tune. Together you sat in the chamber, enjoying the peaceful morning to yourselves.

Next

[esha-isboogara]

let me love you like a woman

the gangsta manga was actually incredibly good and i wish my ex didn’t have all the issues i gave him bc i want to read them again :( anyways though here’s some longer nico appreciation bc lord knows i would give my whole life for him

nicolas brown x afab!reader

nic and his lover reunite after what seems like a million years

☆no real warnings for this one

It was quite often that Nic was off on “buisness” and such trips usually took place over the span of multiple weeks , on rare instances even months.

Feeling his big strong arms wrap around her waist she smiled , enjoying the very presence of her beloved once again. Lonely days and nights now forgotten. The empty bed she had once had to lay upon would now have another body accompanying her.

“Get a room love birds. The whole world doesn’t want to witness the two of you making out in the middle of the street” Worick gagged mockingly receiving a dirty look from you as Nicolas placed you down gently. He was always so afraid of hurting you , afraid he wasn’t able to limit his strength. You admired him for it.

“Fuck you Worrick. You’re such a bitter old man”

“Ahh shut up I’m not gonna take this kind of treatment from the same chick who claimed to have cat like reflexes but fell off the top of a roof when a kid threw a baseball at ya”. He laughed ,leaning against the stone wall.

“That was one time ! I’m shocked you didn’t forget grandpa”. You retorted with a grin, taking Nic’s large hand in yours

“Aaaanywho I’m going to be kidnapping your partner for the rest of this fine evening …unless either of you gentleman have any complaint”.? An expectant look up at Nic who nodded , a small smile on his face

Dismissively Worrick waved the two of you off. “I could care less what the two of you get up to hell take him for the rest of this week if you wanna. Right now all I wanna do is lay down on my own bed and have a nice cold drink”. He paused for a moment looking you dead in the eye. “Bring him back in one piece okay ? And if you two are going to engage in “activities” do your best to keep it down the rest of us are trying to sleep”.

And with those final words of parting he was gone leaving you and Nicolas alone together.

You felt like a giddy teenager who was finally allowed to have a boy enter her room. A feeling excitement and sexual prowess filling your veins.

[Do you want to get dinner first. I have not eaten all week. Been busy] Nic signed , pointing down the road to a small ramen shop. It was one of cozier places within Estralum.

It did erk you that he tended not to eat as much on said “missions” but he was alive and healthy..ish so you weren’t going to waste your breath complaining. Nic wasn’t going to change regardless.

You shook your head. [I am going to cook your favorite meal tonight. I have things planned].

Nic smiled down at you again , embracing you in a warm embrace.

It was so nice to finally have that special someone who filled the emptiness within his heart. Twilights like him tend to be treated as pets by humans or just objects to fight in their petty wars. Never would he have thought a human would be the slightest bit capable of loving him. Of course he’d never let his guard all the way down in case of betrayal but he did hope to spend a good portion of his life by your side.

[Lets go quick].

•

Warm air met your skin as you entered your apartment throwing your jacket on the arm of the couch.

“It hasn’t changed”. Nicolas stated bluntly observing his surroundings.

“Well you haven’t been gone that long love , it’s only been about 11 days”.

[a lot can change in just a few days].

You dismissed his comment deciding to instead get things started in the kitchen. On normal circumstances you would sing softly to yourself as Nic rested on the couch or got up to his own things but tonight the two of you were all over eachother.

Similar to newlyweds.

[You know…I thought about you a lot when you were gone].

Nic raised an eyebrow in a mixture of amusement and curiousity

You turned the stove down low and turned to face him , placing the spoon in your hand down upon the counter.

[All day every day I thought of you].

[Is that so]?

You nodded. “I couldn’t wait till you got back and now”.

Nicolas tended to feel nervous when he got too comfortable with someone. There was always a chance of disappointment but with Y/n it was different. In the best way.

[I love you…so so much].

[sentientsavepointau]

Oh My Stars!

Takes place 2 years before Frisk falls down to the underground, doing a pacifist run.

(A tiny disclaimer to mention that this AU is not necessarily about Sans and papyrus but they are close friends with the protag)

And our lovely protagonist here is not a human, nor a monster, infact she's a star!, the save point of DETERMINATION who morphed into the form of a human just so she could have their shape, she doesn't classify as a human or a monster tho, she's just a star.

Before she even got to know our lovely monsters, she was in the void, a lonely star that could look into the underground through the save points, she saw their emotions and how they went happy, sad, angry, and more specially, she saw their forms, irregular and in a variety of textures.

When she got to the underground, she started in the ruins, (the first save point), she felt it was right starting there just like the player, then she met Toriel!

Toriel (and later all the monsters) mistook her for a human but Paige explained that she's just a star, wanting to make friends!

Toriel and Paige became really close friends and baked together, until Paige said that she wanted to explore the rest of the underground, inviting Toriel with her, but she declined saying that the monsters needed her there.

When Paige got to snowding (through the save points), she encountered Sans walking and befriended him very easily, eventually befriending papyrus and all monsters alike.

Her personality consist of being very social, kind and VERY curious, and an overall sweetheart to everyone

But here are some other facts about her!

• Her skin looks as if she was covered in glitter, it's really shiny, smooth and warm.

• She has no knowledge about what is okay or what isn't okay, she could hug without asking or brake something or ask innapropiate questions when isn't the time, because she doesn't know it's not okay.

• She admires Undyne and did her hairstyle a ponytail just because of her.

• She learned to play the banjo pretty easily.

• Whever she bakes cupcakes, they taste GOOD (she had a great teacher)

• Her "clothes" are actually part of her, like... literally, just like feathers are from birds, her clothes are from her (remember, she morphed into a humanoid in the void)

• She is curious at heart, she will be asking a lot of questions (Alphys is always happy to answer).

• She actually knows how to fight, (although if you were to play and encountered her character you wouldn't be able to fight her, not in any route).

• She is a very touchy star, she likes hugs, she likes to be on the move and be able to touch anything she likes and sees, she is very energetic just as much as papyrus to a degree, (although she isn't very loud).

• I like to think her Battle theme is just like this one:

It's elegant and energetic and it encapsulates Paige really well!! (I've never played Touhou)

Another thing i like to think it's her voice; her voice sounds just like Dawn from the strangest movie called: Strange Magic (yes, the blond fairy)

Here's her voice!:

(This movie was... a fever dream)

• Undyne teaches her how to use the sword and Paige teaches her how to use the bow (yes she has a bow)

• The star in her "stomach" is very sensitive, but if you managed to touch it... you could... weirdly save?????... she prefers if if you didn't do that tho.

• She is asexual!! And even tho she has no biological sex she uses She/Her on herself purely :>

All of her interactions with every character are purely platonic (although you can go wild i guess)

• She is tall, like, she didn't changed height when she morphed, she is taller than Sans but shorter than Papyrus (she would just be in the middle honestly)

And... i think that's everything! Thank you for reading my ramblings!!!

[orange-peony]

20 questions for fic writers!

Thank you @artsyunderstudy for tagging me in this game!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

65 works, one active WIP and several works in the making.

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

1,365,752 (wowsers, I am very verbose)

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Mainly HP and Carry On, but I used to write in loads of other fandoms back in the days.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Constellations on your skin (drarry, 56k, E) Feather (drarry, 35k, E) New Slang (drarry, 25k, E) Graceless Heart (drarry, 132k, E) The birds and the bees (drarry, 32k, E)

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I usually do because I like thanking people for their kindness. Receiving a comment usually gives me a spark of joy, so I feel like replying is the least I can do. Sometimes I get overwhelmed with a particular fic, and I end up not replying, but I still read every single comment and cherish even the ones with an emoji.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I only write happy endings, sorry.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

All of them? I've been told that some were sappy, but I genuinely can't say which are happier than others. For me they're all just as they should be.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Yes, sometimes. I used to get upset, but now I just reply with an a "write your own fic, then" or delete and move on.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Always and the emotional kind (hopefully).

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

I have only written one, and I've deleted it from AO3. It was a snowbaz story set at Hogwarts, so an HP crossover. I had a lot of fun writing it!

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Hopefully not!

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes, only once because I don't usually allow translations of my stories.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

I have for a fest, and also did it ages ago with friends for fun.

14. What’s your all time favourite ship?

This question is way too hard! Drarry and snowbaz. Don't make me choose because I can't.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I have quite a few that are in the planning stage but are kind of languishing at the moment. I don't want to jinx it, but there's a very angsty malepreg drarry fic that I don't think I have the heart to write (I can't put them through that much drama) and the snowbaz where Baz writes fics, because someone told me it already exists and it has shitloads of kudos, which put me off the idea because my brain went "why bother?".

16. What are your writing strengths?

No idea. Feelings? I pour a lot of them into the mix and somehow people find some kind of resonance.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Descriptions. I suck so much at describing places and things. Always have, and I do try to describe more, but I just forget to. I'm bad, I know...

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I've done it, and it was a lot of fun.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Gosh, that was a million years ago. I want to say Lord of the Rings, but I am not sure.

20. Favourite fic you’ve written?

I can't pick one, but I've got my favourite five here:

Broken (Snowbaz, 43K, rated E) - Lady Chatterley's Lover AU, so many feelings. There's star gazing and a Simon with a fever, plus Buckle the dog. Monster (Drarry, 71k, rated E) - my first collab with the wonderful @pato-roldnart. Such an amazing experience! Featuring Veela + werewolf Draco and an extremely touch-starved Harry. Chilly Feet (Drarry, 13k, rated E) - soulmates AU with soulmarks that are not there. Draco knows so many facts and is possibly a little bit on the spectrum in this one. He's one of my very favourite Dracos. On your skin (Snowbaz, 30k, rated E) - tattoo parlour/flowershop AU that I posted before My Rosebud Boy came out, so it felt very special. I love these Simon and Baz an awful lot. Graceless Heart (Drarry, 132k, rated E) - I've recently re-read it and decided that I really like it. I poured an awful lot of myself into this fic, and it still feels quite raw, but I like how it turned out.

Tagging @crazybutgood, @bubble-gumhead, @avenueofesc, @rockingrobin69, @larkral, @facewithoutheart, @martsonmars, @hushed-chorus, @captain-aralias, @cassiaratheslytherpuff, @m0srael, @toast-the-unknowing, @vukovich and anyone who fancies doing this.

[jazzythursday]

🦜🦆🐦🦉🦤

Hi friend! Thanks for the birds! (Qs)

🦜 a pretty quote (you like the prose, or symbolism, or it's poetic, or you just like how it feels/the word choice!)

There’s a very special place in my heart for describing characters through another’s pov. This one is from Call to Rest/Call to Wake:

Wylan is interesting. He’s endlessly fascinating and constantly surprising. He’s a charming contradiction. A mosaic of conflicting information that buzzes in Jesper’s brain with the same rush of taking an unlikely shot and watching it hit right where he’d told it. Wylan is smoke and gunpowder wrapped in soft wool and cotton. The bite of teeth only to be soothed quickly with a kiss. Wylan is beautiful, and Jesper is a little bit obsessed.

🦆 asker's request: something that grew on you that you didn’t like at first, but you like now

This is such a good request, but also I had such a hard time with it lol. This one isn’t so much a quote I didn’t like at first, as much as it’s a quote I had to rewrite about a hundred times before I stopped hating it. From post s2 reveal:

Wylan nurses a cold drink by Jesper’s side and laughs along as Jesper and Nina commiserate and sing poor renditions of drinking songs. They spin and dance and Wylan finds himself drawn into the middle of all of it. In spite of how close a call it had been, he can’t dredge up any of the residual worry he’d expect. It’s too hard to fear death, when the way Jesper kisses him makes him feel this alive.

🐦 a romantic quote (can be sweet or sad or sexy, or just your favorite interaction between them!)

I have a lot of favourites from I Need to Leave (Please Stay), but this is definitely one of them:

He leaves Jesper, after a night of wonderful, wonderful sex. He leaves Jesper in bed, pre-dawn just barely peeking through the curtains of the room they’d occupied the night before. Jesper Fahey is gorgeous, even puffy from sleep and softly snoring into a pillow. He has the most perfect lips Wylan has ever seen, skin like rich caramel and coffee and limbs like overgrown tree branches stretching up to the sun. His body is the perfect size to cover Wylan’s entirely above him. He thinks it may be the closest he’s felt to safety in years, long before coming to the Barrel. He’s disastrously lovely, kinder to Wylan than he thinks he probably deserves. Wylan leaves before he’s left, and he shakes then, too.

🦉 a clever quote (something you're proud of!)

Also from I Need to Leave (Please Stay):

Jesper fists his hands in the collar of Wylan’s shirt, pressing him back and drawing him in all at once. Wylan is between Jesper and the wall of his bed, kept and safe under the at once familiar and yet completely new weight of him above. His coat—red—is discarded somewhere along with his hat. His smile is burning, beautiful, and the kiss he pulls him into is a charged, heady thing, open mouthed and full of promise. It is the electrostatic attraction between opposite charges. The ionic bond between metal and nonmetal that forms Strontium Chloride, each touch sparking bright red in the dark. The world is made of skin and skin, lips and lips, atoms and atoms. It is a lit fuse. It is a prime number in an infinite sequence. It is a suspended chord held in a long appoggiatura, resolving into the harmony of a vast and swelling orchestra.

🦤 a quote you had to delete :( (but still wanna share!)

Pretty sure this was originally from Careless Is the Fall, but it didn’t fit the section it was for:

Wylan learned to be careful early, though he thinks he may have forgotten that lesson somewhere along the way. Maybe between his swim in the canal, his trip into the Fold, and meeting Jesper.