#the lovebirds of engage deserve it ;;;;;;

[fe-fictions]

Morning after with Diamant pls pls plssss

(Here it is here it is here it is!!!!)

It was no secret that Diamant was enamored with you. He accepted your proposal the second the words left your mouth, and you were wed officially as soon as th ewar was over. The event was grand and lavish, a much needed festive event that allowed for the catharsis of joy after a grueling war.

The Divine Dragon and the High Prince of Brodia, married together in a union that would be sung about for years to come.

For Diamant, though, he didn’t really care about all that. What he cared about was holding your hand beneath the banquet table, feeling the handsome ring on your finger as when he squeezed your hand, and the laughter that escaped your lips like tinkling bells whenever he so much as smiled at you.

He was terribly in love with you, and he couldn’t have been more proud, or happy, to call you his wife.

But what mattered most was when you were finally alone, after days and days of festivities.

The wedding had been a blur itself, and hte parties that followed the ceremony were delightful, but all of it flew by.

In the moment that you bore yourselves fully to one another, in the dim light of the late night….time slowed to a stop.

Diamant had never treated anyone with such care and gentleness before you. But he was determined to memorize every inch of your body, from each scar to each curl of your hair.

It was truly a wonderful feeling, to be adored and to adore someone. 

You were smiliarly focused on him; if you were honest, it was nigh on impossible to take your eyes off him.

But once you wtouched, and you were able to take in each other’s beauty, well…the rest of the night was history.

It wouldn’t be until late in the morning before one of you came to.

And unfortunately, that meant you were unceremoniously awoken by the ofirst one, your new husband.

Said husband, was currently peppering your face with kisses, leaning over you and definitely startling you awake.

“Uh…..Diamant? What are you doing?”

He laughed softly (for once), grinning down at you. “Good morning, Alear.”

“W-why are you kissing me in my sleep?”

“Well, you’re not asleep anymore, are you?”

“N-no, but that’s because you were kissing me!” You protested, flushed and rather shy at the realization it was your very naked husband who was showering you with affection, atop your very naked self.

“I’m afraid you’ll have to forgive me for that one- I was trying to just watch you sleep and let you rest, but….you were just so lovely, I couldn’t stop myself.”

“And now you’v e woken a perfectly content dragon from her sleep.” You huffed, reaching for his very handsome ears and pinching them.

“H-hey, ow! Sorry!” He laughed brightly, grasping your wrists, “Cut it out! I didn’t mean to, I swear!:

"You are such a child,” You shook your head, beaming at him. “You owe me for waking me up early. You should never disturb a lady’s rest.”

"Forgive me, my queen.” he managed to pry your hands away, kissing your fingertips in lieu of your rosy cheeks. “What would you ask of me to atone for my sins?”

“I would ask that you settle down and let me sleep a little longer. I’m still a little bit weary after the events of last night.”

“Oh, you mean-” He paused, and it was his turn to blush, if only a little, dustin!g pink across his nose. “I understand Is there anything I can do to alelviate any discomfort you might be feeling?”

“Why would I be uncomfortable?” You tilted your head to the side, and his cheeks seemed to darken a few shades.

“W-well, if you’re weary from last night, I’d assume I was…maybe, a little bit overzealous, s-so I thought you might need a massage or-”

“I wasn’t talking about the- not late last night, Dia! I meant the partying!” You cried out, covering your face with your hands out of sheer embarrassment. Diamant wanted to curl up and die, if only for a moment.

“I-I’m sorry! A lot happened yesterday, all right?! I couldn’t keep track of it all! I just remembered the really, really important parts-”

“And the most important part was that part?” You emphasized, meeting his expression with an embarrassed glare. Diamant was pale as a ghost, utterly ashamed of himself for making you feel so vulnerable and upset.

But then a moment skipped past, and the more he thought about it, the smile slowly returned to his face.

“Actually, if I’m honest…yeah.” He finally said, earning a pillow to the face. “Bwah! What the-”

“You can’t be serious. Of everything that happened, that’s what mattered most?” You shook your head, pinching the bridge of your nose. “Honestly Dia, that’s so-”

“Hear me out before you condemn me!” He laughed, “I mean it, that really was the most important! Because we were able to learn everything about each other, and really…really connect. It meant everything to me to be able to hold you and take care of you. To be one with my wife.” 

“That’s an awfully tender way of putting that…” You remained unconvinced, making him snicker. He took your hand up in his, resting it against his cheek as he peppered kisses along your palm.

“And I mean every word of it! You’re the only person who’s ever seen me like this, and the only woman who ever will. You know more about me than anybody else. That’s something that should be treasured, isn’t it? That you entrusted me with your body, and I entrusted you with mine?”

“W-well…I guess that’s a good point, isn’t it?” You looked away, the dark red of your bashfulness now giving way to a delicate dusting of pink. “I didn’t think of it like that. To be fair, I don’t know all that much about myself as it is. Telling you everything I do know, what little of it there is…it just seemed natural. I didn’t think it was all that important.”

“But it is!” He countered, drawing you close. “Not knowing anything about who you are puts you in a really vulnerable place. But you were still willing to trust me and open up in spite of that. You trusted me so much that you were willing to give your whole heart to me. And that’s really important to me.”

“It is?” You were captivated by how his eyes glimmered, utterly enraptured by how absolutely enraptured he looked in that moment. He held you closer and touched his lips to your forehead.

“It really is. At least, it is to me…and since you’re stuck with me forever, I hope that means something to you.”

“It certainly does,” You laughed softly, incredulous with your husband’s confession. He was passionate and dedicated in all things that he did. You never could have fathomed how deeply that would apply to you, too.

You curled into his chest, bearing down on your spirit in the sweetest of ways.

That morning was slow and warm, wrapped up in each other and refusing to move a single inch away.

It was the sweetest of your dreams.

[ahqkas]

HEAR ME OUT! You can do this when you aren’t busy. But Theo with a model!gf!Reader. I had this idea while listening to model edit audios and the thought of Theodore with a model gf seems so real😕

HARRY POTTER MASTERLIST!

© ahqkas — all rights reserved. even when credited, these works are prohibited to be reposted, translated or modified

i love this concept sm , the great hall was abuzz with the usual morning chatter as students filled in for breakfast. theodore nott sat among his friends at the slytherin table, a magazine open before him. the glassy cover displayed a stunning picture of you, his model girlfriend, your striking features and confident pose making you the centerpiece of the latest fashion trends.

mattheo, enzo, blaise, draco, and pansy were engaged in their own conversation, but theo’s attitude was glued to the magazine. he traced his fingers over the image of you, a mixture of pride and irritation brewing within him.

“can you believe this?” theo muttered under his nose, finally looking up to address his friends. “i bet some gits are wanking their shit to this magazine because of her.”

mattheo snorted, glancing over at the cover with a smirk gracing his face. “jealous much, nott?”

theo rolled his eyes and closed the magazine with a loud snap! “it’s not just jealousy. it’s the principle of it. she deserves better than to be ogled by every creep who buys it.”

“you bought it,” enzo exclaimed while chewing on his toast.

pansy smirked as she snatched the magazine from theo’s reach and openly gazed at the displayed picture of you, not hiding the way she was checking you out. “well, you can’t blame them. she does look amazing.”

before theo could come up with a retort of his own, the subject of their conversation walked into the great hall. you were a vision of effortless beauty, even in your school robes, and your presence seemed to command attention without you even trying. you caught sight of your boyfriend and your friends, your face lighting up with a radiant smile.

as you approached the slytherin table, theo’s irritation melted away, replaced by a warmth that spread through his chest. you slid into the seat next to him, leaning over to plant a kiss on his cheek.

“morning.”

“good morning.”

blaise leaned in, a teasing glint in his eyes. "theo was just saying how jealous he gets, thinking about all those boys fawning over you."

you raised an eyebrow and looked at theo with a playful smile. "jealous, huh?"

theo shrugged while a sheepish smirk formed on his face. "can you blame me? look at you."

you kissed him again, this time on the lips and lingering a bit longer. "you're sweet, theo. but you don't have to worry. i'm all yours."

pansy rolled her eyes, though her expression showed she was everything but annoyed. she cherished seeing her friends happy for once. "alright, lovebirds. can we eat now?"

[harrysfolklore]

husband and wife - harry blurb

those harry pics gave me major new husband!harry vibes so here we are, hope you enjoy !

MASTERLIST | MY PATREON

//

The Caribbean sun, the man you loved and your friends. There was definitely no better way to start the year.

In good old fashion, you decided to travel down to Anguilla for New Years, just like you did back in 2019 and it ended up being one of your best trips ever.

You were soaking up some sun, laying comfortable on a beach chair and occasionally sipping on the fruity drink Harry provided for you earlier, totally blissful as you enjoyed the moment.

That was until a muscular body that you knew too well blocked the sun for you.

“Enjoying yourself, gorgeous?” Harry asked, in his shirtless glory and wearing just some black swimming trucks.

“I was a few seconds ago,” you teased, “You know, before someone interrupted me.”

“Heyyyyy,” he used his topical fake hurt voice, “That’s not a nice way to talk to your husband.”

You smiled at this, feeling butterflies on your stomach as he called himself your husband.

It happened after the end of the tour and before his infamous haircut. Your weeding took place on your Italy villa and all your close friends and family were there to celebrate your love. It was a beautiful and intimate ceremony that everyone always would hold close to their hearts.

The public and fans still had no idea about it and you loved how much you were enjoying your marriage with that kind of privacy.

“That’s right, you’re my husband now,” you said as Harry squeezed himself next to you on the beach chair, “I can’t bully you like I used to.”

“Mr and Mrs Styles, come join us!” Jeff’s voice interrupted was Harry was about to reply and made you turn your heads his way, noticing that your friends were gathering around to watch the sunset.

“I think we’re good mate,” Harry replied sassily, “Don’t feel like sharing my wife right now.”

Your friends laughed at this, yelling some stuff like “you’re whipped!” and “she must be sick of you.

“You’re mean to them.” You joked, closing your eyes and leaning into him, feeling his hands rubbing up and down your back.

“They deserve it, they haven’t let me be alone with you all day,” he shrugged, making you roll your eyes and look up at him, holding his jaw and rubbing the stubbled skin of his chin, “Besides, an I mean for wanting to love on my wife?”

“You’re not,” you said, grazing his bottom lip with a smile on your face, “You drive your wife absolute mad.”

Harry smirked, throwing his head back at your words and grabbing your chin to kiss your lips.

“I love to hear you call yourself my wife,” he smiled widely, his eyes full of love and glee, “I still can’t believe we’re married, It’s the best thing that happened this year.”

You only smiled, connecting your lips again before Jeff’s voice interrupted you one more time,

“Seriously lovebirds, get in here. You already had your honeymoon!”

Harry groaned as he let go of your lips, standing up and facing your friends.

“Fine, we’ll join you,” he grabbed your hand to walk towards them, “Don’t you hate when lonely people ruin the moment for happy couples?” Harry said to you, making the entire group laugh.

“We’re literally married!” Glenne said, pointed to herself and Jeff.

Harry only shrugged with a smug face, sitting down beside Tommy and pulling you to his lap, laying his chin on your shoulder.

The sun sank lower, painting the sky pink and golden. Harry's arm was around your around your waist and he occasionally placed kisses on your shoulder as you engaged in conversation with your friends.

"This is perfect." You leaned back into him, whispering so only he could hear him, his heartbeat steady against your back and his breath hitting your neck.

"Absolutely perfect," Harry whispered back in agreement, his lips grazing your skin as he nestled closer.

You were starting the year at one of your favorite places, surrounded by your friends and as husband and wife, and you couldn't wait to see what 2024 had in store for your perfect life together

[feistyvirghoe]

•*¨*•.¸¸☆*･ﾟ𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫, 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲’𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮? ﾟ･*☆¸¸.•*¨*•

pick a pile u feel most called to, the one u cannot look away from, the one that is pulsing, go with your gut, always trust yourself, and if u feel called to more that’s cool baby boo! there more for u!

these are general and for a vast amount of ppl, don’t get ur undies all twisted up bc it’s not resonating, it’s normal and it’s fine, this just wasn’t for u! <3

𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐞 1 - i see your future partner will see you as someone who has been through a hell of a lot, whatever u have overcome just makes them look at you as like this strong individual, someone who has suffered a lot probably at the hands of others too. they see you as an extremely fair individual, you don’t back down from a fight or challenge, whatever comes your way you still persevere and continue to move forward, it’s like u have been through so much strife but you’re still positive about life, the circumstances, like you try not to let that get to you, you’re an honest person, they see u as someone who’s fire is still there after all the weird conflicts you’ve gone through, you don’t let it break you down, still standing strong, but even though u may be very assertive and someone who seeks the truth, like a whistleblower, but u look so happy and vibrant on the outside like u kind of deceive people with that soft, warm, joyful exterior but if anyone tries you, they get like instant karma or just karma in general, like you’re not the one to fucking mess with, there is this passion within you that needs to be shown off, like letting yourself be seen.

𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐞 2 - your future person sees you as a bit naive but not in a bad way, there’s this innocence to you guys, you’re very okay like the lovebirds but then there’s sadness and a lot of fucking grief, maybe it’s coming from losing friends, family, lovers, pets, could be anything sentimental and close to your heart but they see u as so gifted and just as someone who doesn’t really break the rules, they see you as someone who may need some compassion in their life, like more support, i mean you’re extremely supported by the divine but u probably don’t feel that way in the 3D, like here physically IRL, do u not have many people that you can count on? like you have to do it all alone which you don’t and i’m sure your person will see this as well. there is so much good out there waiting for you, they’d want to see you and help u move on from whatever has happened that affected you so heavily, almost like u feel like you have no one on your side, but they’re there babe, it’s okay and completely harmless to obey and let yourself change for the better, for your highest good! they don’t want you holding onto this pain, i was very jokey about it earlier so maybe u guys can be the ones to brush it off but no, sitting with what happened and reflecting and not looking backwards at a past that you can’t change may help some. you’re worth so much more than whoever or whatever fucked u over, you deserve to be happy and feel happy and full of positive LOVING ENERGY! i feel like tapping back into spirit and becoming closer with the divine will help..easing the discomfort emotionally, you’re always loved and protected!

𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐞 3- okay my p3s, it took me a minute to feel out your energy, idk i was just getting really frustrated and now im sweaty and i just took a shower, so im feeling like your future lover may see you as a “hothead” no, you just have a temper, it seems like you like things your way, like you’re not the one to let shit slide, you stand up for yourself, something about you is just very fast moving, like go go go go (cue the cringey ass carnival song 💀) okay so yeah you have a temper and can be quick to jump the gun and just fucking move people out of your way. i see they see you as someone who can’t stand when other people are just slow moving, like you need to be stimulated and engaged with whatever you’re doing, like you will keep doing something over and over until you reach your desired outcome. i like yall, u guys don’t play around, and that’s what it is, your fucking feisty ass, my pile that seems to embrace change whether you like it or not, it’s like it is what it is…i hope your person is strong as fuck and not just physically i mean mentally, you’re in your own fucking world, it’s like they may even have to ground you and bring u back down to earth to help u stabilize yourself, let yourself take a break from the fucking overachieving i don’t wanna say it like that but if you keep working yourself hard to the point of no return you’re gonna crash and i feel like u don’t mind bringing others in the mix, it’s like if i go down we all going down lmfao…just breathe, relax, take a minute to go outside and embrace your surroundings even if it’s shitty, there is always something around us that is so small but it puts a smile on your beautiful face. you don’t always have to keep your guards up and yes people may wanna try to come after you but just know you don’t have to do much to fend these weirdos off, they could never really reach ya level. your future lover sees all of this, you stand up for yourself and u show out too, like don’t fucking mess w me is y’all’s vibe, HAHAHAHA FUCK AROUND AND U GON DEF FIND OUT 💀

(this pile took such a turn lmao, it felt so chaotic ahhh, i hope u guys find some time to seriously just CHILL..no worrying about nothing just woosah baby, idk like whatever calms you down do it! rfn haha 😆ugh i wanted to write more but i promised myself to make the piles shorter, but pls lmk if u guys like longer more detailed ones or straight to the point, i mean either way it’s up to me but i wanna hear from you guys 🩵😚)

𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐞 4- you guys are my leaders, even if you don’t see it this is all about ur future lover and how they see you, you seem to have a very strong head on your shoulders, you guys are so fucking courageous and extremely fast moving again similar to pile 3 but not quite, they’re like the energizer bunnies (i’m sorry to pile 3 that’s not a jab lmao) but you guys are more strategic, the other pile is more so spontaneous, okay if u feel called to it just go for it and head to that pile but you guys my lil babies hahaha, u may not like that, the lil cutesy names, but i mean underneath it all is just a sweet ball of sunshine, you guys like control and your future lover will automatically see it, it’s like you guys may not like to see things out of place, no matter what it is, like you need a schedule, you can’t just free ball it, you guys are like methodical and you’re not giving up without a fight, you’ve come so far and for some random ass weirdo to just come on in and try and undermine you is a very wrong chess move, you’re ten steps ahead bitch, i feel like you know more than you let on, like yes you may be cool calm and collected but oh do your words have people either checking themself or they’re in a corner crying from what you said, maybe u can be a little blunt with the way you interact with others, but i don’t think it’s coming from such a bad place, that’s just in your nature, you know how to tame your inner demons, the beast within, u can look at your own mess and take accountability, very honest straightforward, cut throat ass person, and your person is digging that shit, they like your dominance and how assertive you are, like the fucking boss, mommy/daddy/authoritative energy!

THANK U FOR FUCKING BEING HERE U AMAZING ASS QUEEN/KING/GOD/GODDESS !!!!

i appreciate you for stopping by and letting me read for you, i have been gone for some time but im back bitch and im here to fucking stay! idk if anyone else has been feeling this weird ass energy of people like not wanting you to succeed or see you doing well, i’ve been feeling that and a mix of my own pent up shit i need to deal with but i hope you liked this reading and if you don’t that’s literally fine babe, just don’t be an asshole about it, if it doesn’t resonate what??? LET IT GOOOOOO ! i have to say that!

these are extremely general readings and they’re meant for entertainment purposes, please don’t take things so seriously and also realize my readings are for people above 18!

[lessi-lover]

golden girl II m.earps x reader

★ golden girl II m.earps x reader

"you look gorgeous, baby." you tried your best to convince mary. "i don't think i should go," she choked out, tears brimming in the corners of her eyes. "no my love, nobody deserves this award as much as you do." you gently kissed away her threatening tears. delicately taking her larger hands into your own, you guided her to the large mirror in your room.

"what if I'm not enough?" she asked, her voice almost breaking.

"most talented woman i know, my golden girl." you praised, whilst lightly kissing each of her fingers. you saw her hesitate for a moment as if she was fighting a battle in her mind to believe your sincere words before she took a deep breath and turned around. now facing you, mary grinned from ear to ear. looking down into your eyes with so much love, that you felt your knees almost buckle.

"you're right, darling." she responded, after a while. "and even if i don't win this award... i know I've won the two most amazing girls in the world." she referred to your baby girl, - sage, and your heart panged with adoration, eyes now tearful at her words.

"speaking of the little one, her babysitters should be arriving, right about -." the doorbell began ringing incessantly, a rapid amount of chimes that seemed to echo the cheekiness of your to good friends, - ella and alessia.

leaving mary, you went to answer the door whilst she woke your little girl from her afternoon slumber. you couldn't help but smile, as you opened the door only to be greeted by the sight of the two girls, decked in animal onesies, with fun, promising smiles plastered on both their faces.

as they entered your home, they immediately barrelled into you with a big hug. both their arms wrapped tightly around you, almost lifting you off your feet. "careful with the wife ladies, she just had a baby," a familiar voice spoke behind you. as the girls' arms gently let go, your waist was then again enveloped by another set of arms, this time belonging to mary.

in your wife's arms, lay a half-asleep sage, her eyes sparkled when she caught sight of her two favourite people, (well apart from you and Mary of course). "auntie el! auntie less!" your daughter called out, her voice now a mix of sleepiness and excitement.

alessia and ella's faces lit up at the sound of sage's voice. "our little star!" ella said in a whisper, sneaking up to playfully tickle sage's stomach, whilst alessia reached out and gently tussled her messy hair. the sleepy child let out a string of giggles, as she tried to push away ella's hands.

you watched mary with a fond smile. her love for sage was a fierce and passionate just as much as her love for the pitch.

"are you ready for a fun night with auntie el and auntie less?!" alessia exclaimed, sporting a cheeky grin. sage responded by extending her arms out to both the girls, clearly eager to engage in any fun they had planned for her. "i'm sure she is," you said, pecking your little girl on the nose and lightly pinching her rosy cheeks, eliciting yet another loud giggle from sage.

ella gently put her back on the floor, beaming with excitement, but slightly nervous about her babysitting duties. alessia and ella were the first people ever to look after sage, apart from both your mums.

"remember bed by eight, and no sugar after dinner." mary instructed the younger girls, her tone firm but warm. she then knelt down to sage's level, tucking a strand of stray hair behind her ear. "and you be good for alessia and ella, young lady." sage nodded in response, stretching out her pinky to seal the deal. mary chuckled, linking her finger with the girl, before squeezing her sides and kissing her head.

'call us if you need anything, right girls?" mary spoke, glancing at the girls, who were clearly already distracted by sage's intense description of her latest preschool adventure. "yes, mary. now go lovebirds!" alessia said, before once again ensuring Mary they would have everything under control.

mary now satisfied enough, turned to you. "lets not keep the night waiting, shall we?" interlocking your hands together, she pressed a soft kiss to your knuckles. "good luck!" both girls said in unison, holding up your little girl as they waved goodbye from the front door.

~

as the evening unfolded, alessia, ella and sage now embarked on an adventurous journey. your once neat living room was now transformed into what could only be described as a pillow fortress. cushions and blankets had been gathered from all corners of the house, each piece carefully picked by sage, for it's essential role in the castle.

alessia and ella fully immersed themselves in the childish game, embracing their roles as the castle's valiant protectors. sage's imagination took over, and none other than her teddy bear was the 'villain' of the story, a mischievous bear named sir. fluffy, which sage had warned her babysitters that he was determined to steal their precious castle treasure.

as the game progressed, sir. fluffy, (operated by sage herself) made several attempts to swipe the precious treasure, only to be 'captured' successfully by alessia, who declared dramatically, "no villainous creature shall defy the guardians of this castle!" sage's laughter flowed loudly through the house, the three girls giggling hysterically on the couch.

when the game reached its end, sage decided that sir, fluffy had in fact learned his lesson, and could be forgiven. the bear was then 'knighted' by queen sage and became an honorary protector of the castle, much to alessia and ella's amusement. the girls then lay down on the couch, breathless to say the least, the two babysitters exhausted from their impromptu adventure.

"how about some dinner, queen sage?" asked ella, her face concerned at how she had lost the time during the game. sage nodded enthusiastically, her small brain having long forgotten the game, now only interested in what dinner might include.

opening the fridge, alessia caught sight of a small container, with the label, "for sage <3" written neatly on top. grabbing the food, she emptied it into a bowl, before tucking it into the microwave.

meanwhile, ella kept you entertained with a short game of "guess who: lionesses edition". as ella desperately tried to guess her teammates, sage found it quite easy to give clues about her aunties, her mothers having brought her to camp a fair amount of times.

"dinner's ready!" alessia yelled from the kitchen, offering sage a bowl of spaghetti pasta. sage immediately dug into her food, her babysitters having to tell her to slow down or she would get a tummy ache.

once sage was finished, alessia took her bowl to the kitchen, cleaning it in the sink, before grabbing some snacks for a movie ella and she had planned. ella picked sage up, throwing her up in her arms before crashing them both onto the couch. sage shrieked, arms wrapping tightly around her neck, as they both giggled excitedly.

"so what are we thinking? beauty and the beast, moana, the little mermaid, rapunzel?" alessia asked, flicking through different options on the tv. not missing a single beat, sage excitedly screamed out, "the little mermaid!" she raised her short arms eagerly above her head.

popcorn, jelly snakes, chocolate freckles, and cookies were spread out in bowls on the table, sage's small hands sneaking snacks every so often, although both girls were aware of her little 'hidden stash'. as the movie played, alessia, sage, and ella sang happily to the lyrics of each number, neither one of the babysitters missing the glint in the little girl's eyes whenever sebastian, the crab came on screen.

halfway through the movie, sage snuggled her small body between the two older girls, grabbing at their hoodies in her tiny grasp. her eyes began to flutter shut, sleep taking over her tired body. alessia took notice of this, checking to see her best friend still enamored with the children's movie playing on the screen.

"el." she whispered, trying to gain the girl's attention without waking her up. "what's wrong?" the brunette asked, tearing her eyes away from the bright screen. "look at the poor girl, she's fallen asleep on you," alessia responded, her thumb coming to rub up and down your small frame. grinning the girls took a photo, before sending it to mary.

~

mary sat anxiously in her seat, her palms sweaty and knee bouncing up and down erratically. next to her, you sat calmly, moving your hand to sweetly lay on her thigh, gently pausing her nervous movement. she smiled appreciatively, moving her larger hands to rest on top of yours, letting you know you were helping more than you could know.

as the event started to commence, you interlaced your fingers with hers. The tension in the air was intense, collective anticipation steamed from every corner of the room.

around you, sat some of the best athletes to walk the Earth. however, you felt in your heart that a special someone deserved this award, although that special someone would never believe you, no matter how hard you tried.

as greetings were dished out, you could feel your wife's tension slowly subsiding, instead replaced by self-appreciation for how far she had come. the small glance you shared with mary were filled with gratitude and love, a silent conversation that spoke volumes about the journey you had been through together. the journey that didn't stop tonight, whether she was to win the award or not.

mary's focus was entirely on you. the award, which had been at the forefront of her mind all night, gradually faded into the background, her eyes solely on you. her hands relaxed, her smile became more genuine, and the tenseness in her face became less strained.

then, unexpectedly, amid a shared smile, the moment arrived. the presenter's voice cut through the noise of the room, announcing the winner of the BBC Sports Personality of the Year Award.

time seemed to pause as mary's name echoed through the hall.

for a split second, there was a look of disbelief on mary's face, a flicker of surprise that didn't mirror your own. her gaze met yours, a sea of emotions dancing in her eyes – shock, relief, and hint of overwhelming realization. as applause erupted around you, you gave her thigh a reassuring squeeze, a silent message of pride and love.

"my golden girl." you said proudly, a look of true pride in your eyes.

mary rose to her feet, her movement still carrying a hint of disbelief. But as she stepped towards the stage, there was a growing confidence in her stride, a recognition of her outstanding achievements throughout the year and the heartfelt journey that had brought her to this moment.

your heart swelled with pride, watching her accept her well-deserved award and your eyes brimmed with happy tears for how far the girl had come. this was her moment, a shining display of recognition for something she so richly deserved.

lifting up the trophy, mary and you made eye contact, the blonde blowing you a kiss that you knew you would get teased by relentlessly for later.

~

after a memorable night at the award ceremony, you and mary quietly headed home eager to see your little girl again. the evening had been a success, but now, you couldn't wait to see Sage's reaction to mary's trophy and hear the next day about her time with alessia and ella.

as you gently pushed open the front door, you expected to see the two younger girls chatting on the sofa. instead, you were greeted with a heartwarming sight.

there, on the couch in a tangle of limbs and soft blankets, lay alessia, ella, and, to your surprise, sage, fast asleep. the living room was dimly lit by the fairy lights that they had obviously set up, casting a gentle, soothing glow on their faces.

you shared a look of mild amusement and slight exasperation with your wife. sage was clearly meant to be in bed, and by the looks of the empty sweet wrappers on the coffee table, the 'no sweets after dinner' rule had been enthusiastically ignored. yet, seeing them all there, so peaceful and content, it was hard to stay angry when they looked so peaceful.

with a silent chuckle, mary whispered, "so much for rules, huh?" Her voice was soft, filled with warmth, mixed with a slight irritation for the mischievous younger girls, but it was okay, - she'd get them back in training anyway.

carefully, so as not to wake your little girl, you both quietly approached the couch. mary gently scooped up sage, cradling her in her arms. you quietly picked up the stray sweet wrappers and straightened up the room a bit, all the while watching mary carry sage to her bedroom.

in sage's room, mary gently tucked the little girl into bed, arranging her pillows and pulling the covers up to her chin. you both took your turns kissing her forehead, before silently turning off the lights. you both stood there for a moment, watching her sleep, her chest rising and falling rhythmically in the quiet of the room.

you both couldn't believe how lucky you were to call sage your own.

as you both retreated from sage's room, you made your way back to the living room. before gently laying a warm blanket over the two older girls, chuckling at the identical drool dripping from both their mouths. you both sat next to alessia and ella on the couch, sighing at their poor babysitting skills. you did your best to cover your laughs at the mess they had made of your house in only a few hours.

"seems, like we have three children now." mary joked, although you knew she referred to the two girls as her 'unwanted children', the both of them constantly begging for advice from the older woman, they really did love you both.

making your way to your own bedroom, you settled into bed with a comfortable silence taking over the room. you snuggled your body close to the blonde, her hand subconsciously combing through your hair. "I love you," mary's voice broke the silence. "thank you for everything you do for me. i couldn't have won without you." she admitted, lips pressing softly against your temple.

"i love you too, mary." you tucked your head into the crook of her neck.

"my golden girl."

[leasstories]

Lea’s advent calendar day 9 –  1987 is Gonna Be Our Year

@writerthreads writing prompt for Christmas (2022), prompt 25:

[New Years countdown/party]

Eddie x gn!reader

No trigger warning.

WC: ≈0.7k

December 31st, 1986

You and Eddie got invited to a small New Year Party organized by Steve Harrington. He decided that after the year you had, after fighting Vecna, after Eddie and Max spent months in the hospital, you deserved to get loose for a night. You and Eddie are currently living at yours since your parents decided to leave Hawkins. You’re in your bathroom, getting ready, while Eddie stands up before the wardrobe, his left hand clutching his cane to stay upright. He is pondering on which long sleeve to wear. Yes, since the Upside-Down incident, Eddie hides most of his body. Even from you and it hurts. It hurts because you’ve seen it all when you changed his bandages, it hurts because it would never change anything about the fact that you love and worship Eddie, and you told him, but he doesn’t believe you and it hurts.

When you get out of the bathroom, Eddie walks towards your shared bedroom door to close it.

“Wait Eds!” You speak.

“Yes Sweetheart?” He asks.

“Can I borrow your Iron Maiden sweater for tonight pretty please?” you ask, pouting.

Eddie walks closer to you, gently kisses your lips before saying. “How could I deny you?”. You smile and kiss Eddie’s cheek. “Thank you!” You tell him.

“Besides, I love when you’re wearing my clothes, and the idea that you will enter 1987 in my hoodie, no matter how cheesy it sounds really warms my heart. You let Eddie some privacy to change and once he is ready you leave. You help Eddie climb into your car, take his cane and put it in the back of the car.; %Eddie still can’t drive so you’re the one driving to Steve’s house.

You park your car in Steve’s driveway get out of the car, take Eddie’s cane from the backseat, and open the passenger door for him. You help Eddie out of the car.

“Go ahead, go get war, inside Steve’s house, I’m gonna take the little appetizers I cooked.” You tell Eddie while opening the trunk. Eddie doesn’t protest and gets inside. You get inside a little while after Eddie and you all seat on Steve’s sofa. You seat next to Eddie and you all start drinking, alcohol for the oldest and sodas for the younger kids. You all make small talks, checking up on everything. Your hand and Eddie’s stay intertwined all night. When midnight approaches, you all go outside. Eddie and you decide to take a little moment just for the two of you. You sit on the grass and look at the stars, in silence, holding hands.

After a while, you hear Robin telling you “Hey lovebirds! The countdown is going to start!”.

You start getting up, but Eddie pulls you back down. “Please, can we begin 1987 just the two of us.”

You nod. The countdown starts.

10

“I’m grateful to be alive” Eddie starts.

9

“I’m grateful to be your partner” you continue.

8

“Thank you for taking care of me.” Eddie says.

7

“I’ll do it forever” you answer smiling.

6

Eddie brings your hand to his lips.

5

“I love you” he earnestly tell you.

4

“I love you too.” You answer, blushing.

3

Eddie starts getting up and gets on one knee despite how much it hurts him. You gasp.

2

“My Sweetheart. I’m so grateful I met you, and I love you so much” Eddie starts.

1

“I also want to thank you for taking such good care of me and I promise to do the same for the rest of my life” he continues while you start tearing up.

HAPPY NEW YEAR ! You hear from your friends on the other side of Steve backyard.

“Will you do me the honor of marrying me? Will you do me the honor to start all of the next years of my life by your side?” You’re now fully crying.

You manage to choke out. “Yes Eddie…”. Eddie slips the engagement ring on your trembling hand, gets up with the help of his cane and kisses you like if there was no tomorrow. 1987 is going to be your year. Eddie’s and yours.

[theroyalsims]

"PRINCE NICHOLAS IS NOT ENGAGED" PALACE ISSUES RARE DENIAL; BEATRIX'S STATEMENTS ALLEGEDLY HURT QUEEN

Well that settles *that* rumour!

It can be recalled that Prince Nicky and his girlfriend Matty Collinsworth started an unexpected royal engagement fever after the latter was spotted wearing a diamond ring on her finger.

However, a week after the issue hit tabloids, the Palace finally broke its silence and issued a one-sentence statement: "No, Prince Nicholas is not engaged."

The rumours have reportedly hit a nerve, especially with Her Majesty The Queen, following statements allegedly issued by the former Duchess of Holm in relation to "staying away from the royals." A well-source Palace insider reveals:

"It has hit a nerve. The Queen in particular is not very happy. Her Majesty has always supported Beatrix throughout her marriage with Prince Leonard, and especially during their horrible divorce. She has doted on her nephews, and she has also made sure that Beatrix receive the recognition she so deserves. Her Majesty has always considered her family. But now, reading what Beatrix has been saying about Prince Nicholas and the rest of the royals, The Queen feels rather hurt. What has she and her family done to deserve such icy statements from Beatrix?"

(Above: A chic Beatrix, dressed in a camel-hued coat, slacks, sky-high heels, and toting a luxury handbag, was tight-lipped during an encounter with the paparazzi yesterday evening.)

There, is of course, no confirmation that Beatrix actually issued such a coldly-worded warning to her daughter against the royals, and it looks like she'll be remaining tight-lipped about it. Yesterday evening, the mum-of-four and ex-royal was spotted leaving a hotel when she was ambushed by paparazzi. Despite the numerous questions hurled by the curious mob of photographers, Beatrix remained quiet, and instead simply offered a brief smile to the cameras before boarding an SUV.

(Above: Happier times - Beatrix, along with her husband, were among the Queen's guests during glittering birthday party last year.)

Will this misunderstanding lead to less friendly relations between The Queen, Beatrix, and their respective families? And how will this rumoured rift affect young lovebirds Prince Nicky and Matty?

[palmofafreezinghand]

thanksgiving of 1921

Esme encourages Carlisle and Edward to celebrate Thanksgiving for the first time in their supernatural lives. on ao3 here.

November 1921. 

Esme held the yarn hank in either one of her hands, the fiber stretched taut between her hands, as Carlisle sat in front of her, winding the yarn into a working ball. It was a scene Carlisle thought greatly resembled J.C. Leyendecker’s painting, Lovebirds. 

Carlisle had been attempting to teach her to knit for a few weeks; he was not the first, and judging by how she took to the skill he was confident he would not be the last, to embark on this endeavor. 

During that particular evening’s lesson, Esme had snapped three metal knitting needles and managed to knot a skein in such a knot it should be impossible. Rather than unknot the tangled yarn, and make them both miserable, Carlisle decided to start from scratch and unpackage a new hank. Perhaps, he was making the lesson too difficult, although he hardly thought casting on was a difficult step. 

“Carlisle, I must admit I admire your determination, ” Edward laughed as he walked into the living room, flipping through a new book of sheet music. 

Edward had given up teaching Esme how to play the piano — correction how to play the piano well —  she had played throughout her childhood. Six missed notes, failure to keep proper tempo, and a few harsh words made Edward realize he would rather be Esme’s friend than have an enemy who was a skilled musician. 

“Esme, I admire your self-restraint even more.” 

Edward had been Carlisle’s student on multiple occasions and had wanted to kill him every single time. It was impossible to learn from someone who was perfection personified and had expectations higher than Heaven. 

“He’s quite charming when he’s attempting to teach me,” Esme grinned. “He gets this concentrated look on his face…” she trailed off, although Edward could still hear her train of thought. 

“Gross,” Edward muttered, nose wrinkling as he set the sheet music down on his piano. 

“You find me charming?” Carlisle asked with a smirk, leaning forward in his chair. 

“Not when you acknowledge it,” she said, leaning forward as well so their faces were a half foot apart. Eyes at the same plane engaged in one of their typical staring contests, thoughts disgusting in their mutual adoration. 

“You two are insufferable,” Edward groaned. 

“Shall I remind you, we were both happy to never confess our feelings for one another but you insisted on playing matchmaker,” Carlisle recited, it was his typical defense for whenever Edward ranted and raved about the relationship he arranged, which was often. “Furthermore, you walked into a room you knew we were both in.”  

“I thought you two deserved to be happy. I did not realize it would come at my expense,” Edward countered. 

Edward’s back was to the couple, only able to see them through the other’s eyes, but he immediately turned around when he saw Esme’s face fall, clouded by Carlisle’s nauseating mental commentary about her eyes and how deeply she felt her emotions. 

She was looking at the ground, “Are you truly unhappy about… this?” She motioned to herself and Carlisle with her hand. She thought the word ‘relationship’ but was unable to muster the courage to verbally acknowledge it as such, doing so would leave room for Carlisle to deny they were in one which she was confident he would do. The thought would be comical if it were not sad. 

“No, Esme,” Edward said sincerely. “I am perpetually a teenager and by nature must complain about something. You have prohibited me from complaining about this eternal damnation and have left me no choice but to complain about your love.” 

Esme’s jaw dropped slightly, her eyes widening, and brows raising. “We have not used that word,” she whispered as if Carlisle could not hear them and was not currently looking at her with a similar look of shock. 

“You have not?” Edward stammered. The two had certainly thought it thousands of times. Even a telepath would be able to see they loved each other, could they not recognize it?” 

“We have not,” Carlisle said. ‘Who’s trust are you betraying, Edward?’ Carlisle mentally asked, knowing quite well he had spent the better part of that morning waxing poetically about his unconditional love for the woman sitting across from him. 

‘You promised me you would not tell him,’ Esme thought. 

Oh no. They could only expect so much from him, truly did they think he could keep every single thought they had hidden away forever? Although, asking for him to keep their largest secret seemed the bare minimum. 

Edward’s anxious spiral was abruptly cut off by Esme’s infectious laughter, Carlisle’s boisterous laugh joining not long after. 

“Oh, look at his face,” Esme said between laughs, squeezing Carlisle’s knee. 

“That was quite fun,” Carlisle grinned, “he was so worried.” 

“Are you two done?” Edward grumbled, turning back to his instrument. 

“We apologize,” Carlisle said. 

“I don’t, it was awfully humorous.” 

Edward sighed, beginning to play scales he no longer needed but worked on simply out of tradition. “You two have used that word?” He asked quietly. 

“Oh, he said it before I even kissed him.” 

“And quite a few times after,” Carlisle said. Edward was unsure of the movement Carlisle made with this line but was unfortunately quite aware of the effect it had on Esme. 

“I amend my previous statement, your happiness is my torture.” 

“We love you,” Esme said in a sing-song voice. 

“And each other,” Carlisle smiled. 

“That’s enough.” 

“Apologies,” Esme said, drawing her hands back to herself, something Edward knew only through Carlisle’s pathetic mourning of the touch. “How was school?” 

“Fine enough. I will admit I am thankful I do not have to attend classes for the rest of the week.” 

“Why not?” 

“Thanksgiving.” 

“Thanksgiving,” Esme said to herself. “Is that this week?” 

“Yes, three days from now,” Carlisle said gently, in the same voice he used when teaching her to purl and every time she forgot something. 

“I never know what day it is anymore,” she laughed, but Edward could feel the pain behind the sentiment. ‘The year has gone by so quickly.’ 

“Today is Monday, the twenty-first of November,” Carlisle said. 

“Thank you.” 

The three returned to their tasks, Carlisle and Esme rewinding their yarn, Edward attempting to attack his newest sonata. 

After ten minutes or so of comfortable silence Esme spoke. “I know you do not celebrate Christmas,” she said, repeating a lie Edward and Carlisle had crafted previously that month. It was an effort to not pressure her into celebrating before she was ready since the holiday was mere days before the first anniversary of the worst day of her life. “Do you celebrate any other holidays? Birthdays, Easter, Thanksgiving, anything?” 

“Thanksgiving?” Edward scoffed. “The day of feasting on foods we can never eat.” 

“It is a day for gratitude and spending time with loved ones,” Esme corrected him, hazy flashes of large family dinners in her mind. “As well as eating an absurd amount of apple pie, but I can not do that anymore so focus on the first sentiment please.” 

“You wish to express your gratitude this year of all years?” Edward asked dismissively. Her eternal optimism was cloying at best. 

‘Edward,’ Carlisle mentally scolded. It had been a careful balance — one neither man was confident they were on the right side of — managing a harsh tone and the rich devastating history that had been suddenly introduced into their lives. 

“I see no reason not to be thankful. I am alive are I not?” 

“That is up for debate,” Edward said, glancing back at her with a smile, assuring her his tone was one of familiarity, not anger or disdain. 

She rolled her eyes in response, turning her attention to Carlisle. “I do not know how you managed living with someone so depressing all these years.” 

“Do not discredit his influence on my worldview, Esme. His thoughts put my anxiety to shame.” 

“There, you have something to be thankful for,” Esme laughed. Her mind was still focused on vague memories of moments spent with her family, helping an older woman, possibly her grandmother, in the kitchen, and playing games in the yard with her brother and cousins. 

“You can not truly wish to celebrate Thanksgiving,” Edward blew air out of his nose. “What would you suggest we do to commemorate the holiday, Esme? Feast on deer laid out on our finest china, drink a squirrel out of crystal flutes?” 

“Perhaps it was a foolish idea,” Esme muttered. 

“I did not think so,” Carlisle said, speaking for the first time in minutes. Edward was unable to discern by Carlisle’s thoughts if he was saying this to appease Esme or if he was truly unable to recognize any of her ideas as foolish. “I am working on Thursday evening but I do not have to work on Tuesday and Wednesday. Perhaps we could travel up North to hunt? It may not be an apple pie but it could be a nice change of pace.” 

“Truly?” Esme asked as if Carlisle had offered such a plan simply to tease her. 

“If you would like, I think it might be an enjoyable trip.” 

“Oh, that would be lovely!” She leaned forward, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek, one hand coming up to caress his jaw. 

Carlisle mentally thanked God he was unable to blush. “Truthfully I have never celebrated the holiday before, but I have been fascinated by its evolution over the years. I think it could be a fascinating endeavor, even if our celebrations must be slightly untraditional.” 

“Your first Thanksgiving!” Esme smiled, clasping her hands together. 

“This is an absolutely foolish plan,” Edward groused. 

“Edward, please say you will accompany us,” Esme pleaded, taking a seat on the edge of his piano bench, her back to the piano. 

Edward paused for a moment as if there was ever a possibility he would not attend the trip. “Not without complaint,” he finally said. 

“But you will?” 

“I will,” he muttered, transitioning to a piece he knew Esme found ‘far too angry.’ 

Less than twenty-four hours after the group of three had hatched their plan they were gathered in the foyer, preparing to traipse out into the wilderness to celebrate a vampiric Thanksgiving. 

“Are the coordinating outfits necessary?” Edward grumbled as Esme stood on her tiptoes to slip a rust-colored beanie on his head. 

In the hours that had passed since Carlisle, and a reluctant Edward, agreed to go on a holiday hunt, Esme and Carlisle had made a breakthrough in their knitting lessons. Overnight, Esme was able to create a simple rectangle, albeit a quite lopsided triangle. She had utilized these rudimentary knitted shapes to make a hat for Edward, a scarf uneven in width for Carlisle, and herself a pair of mittens with no thumbs. 

“It’s a tradition,” she beamed, pulling at the hat so it lay well. He could see the memories of Thanksgiving of her childhood, a time for hastily finishing winter preparations. Each year her mother would comb through the family’s winter wardrobe and find a way to replace what was missing or outgrown, either by crafting or clever sourcing. 

“Do you have any other traditions you are going to force us to indulge in?” 

“I object to the word force,” she said pointedly. 

‘Edward, please be nice. For some reason this appears to be important to her,’ Carlisle thought from his bedroom, where he was changing into a sweater that better matched the scarf Esme had given him. 

“I will admit I am interested in tasting turkey,” Edward admitted, attempting to be nice about the silly plan. 

“Poultry is an acquired taste,” Carlisle said, fetching both his and Esme’s unnecessary coats from the closet. He slipped her coat over her arms and onto her shoulders. She shot him an appreciative smile, tying her belt. 

“Have you ever had beef?” Esme asked as Carlisle opened the front door, holding it open for them. 

“Once, I was quite desperate. I do not recommend it.” 

Esme laughed, stopping mid-step as she passed Edward, finally noticing what was tucked under his elbow. “What is that?”

“A football,” Edward admitted quietly. “My cousins and I would play every year before dinner. I thought… perhaps the three of us might want to throw one around.” He kicked a piece of dust with the toe of his boot. 

“Oh you sap,” Esme laughed. “This is an absolutely foolish plan,” she mocked in a voice that did not sound like him at all, no matter what Carlisle thought. 

Edward tossed the ball at her, attempting to quiet her teasing, but she caught it at the last second, tossing it back to Edward as she bounded down the front porch steps. Perhaps this would not be so torturous. 

[missr3n3]

(You cannot escape this now)

Quick overview for beginners!

Volumes 1 and 2 are just the main protagonists, aka the lovebirds, meeting each other and the start of their slow burn romance, with Cairyx-kun being the more extroverted but who we later learn keeps some secrets, and Luce-kun being the more introverted and reluctant to open up, but by the middle of volume 2 they both accepted they've fallen in love, but now the hard thing between them is who will have enough courage to confess first

After one of them finally confesses in the final page of volume 2, which I won't say who it was so you can find out for yourself, in volume 3 the other accepts but the problem is that Luce-kun feels unworthy of Cai-kun's affection because, as is revealed later, he is an orphan and he was the one who caused his family's deaths, so he feels that Cai-kun deserves someone who isn't a murderer. Fortunately, Cairyx-kun understands and explains that Luce-kun couldn't possibly be a murderer since what happened was an accident, and that he'll still love his goat boyfriend no matter what

Pretty kawaii end to volume 3, but in volume 4 the drama continues, as Cairyx-kun's family do not accept of his relationship with Luce-kun and it is revealed that Cai-kun is actually already promised in marriage, something he never told his boyfriend. After many ups and downs, this entire stunt finally ends when Cai-kun's promised husband breaks off the engagement himself, as he wishes to live his life by his own rules and respects that Cai-kun wants to stay with the person he truly loves. This volume ends on a bittersweet note, as Cai-kun's family ends up disowning him, but he and Luce-kun overcome it because they don't need someone else's approval to love each other

Volume 5 is much more about our favourite couple fighting against prejudice from others in regards to their different species romance, which had already been seen in the previous volumes, except that in this one it gets much worse, but they do have some people who support them and they are able to keep moving on

In volume 6, our lovely couple move in together and eventually start planning on adopting a child, something the both of them want very much, and it is also heavily implied that one of them wishes to propose, though again I won't say who. Turns out that adoption is a bit of a no-no in this society, but since a guy can't get another guy pregnant, it's their only option. The final chapters of this volume end with them visiting the children's home, with a bit of a special emphasis on a specific boy, who is obviously going to be the child they're gonna adopt in the future

The newest volume 7 gives us an even closer look at their relationship and adoption plans, and the partner who wishes to propose also begins to build up courage, until by the end of the volume, after a romantic dinner date to celebrate having been accepted as possible adopted fathers, said partner finally does propose, but sadistically we're left with a cliffhanger on whether or not the other said yes, though I think we all know the obvious answer

About the anime adaptation news, the release date hasn't been fully confirmed yet, but the production team has confirmed that they plan on the first episode having 20 minutes in total, which is around 3 to 4 minutes less than most other animes, but it's good news nonetheless

aaahh the memories getting to relive the gripping plot of this manga! the way i was absolutely squee-ing like crazy at the confession scene! so kawaiiii >w<

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Spotted: Drama unfolds in Central Park! It seems like our favorite love triangle has taken a dramatic turn. Elijah Hamilton and Rafe Cameron found themselves in a heated showdown, and it all started with a steamy kiss between Elijah and Elise.

Rafe, who happened to be jogging in the park, witnessed the whole scandalous affair and was furious because we all know there's something going on between Elise and Rafe. It's not a secret that they have a thing for each other!

I mean Elise and Rafe look like a perfect couple to me! Considering Elise's past and what I know about Rafe, they're both psychopaths and they deserve each other!

There's only one reason why they're not officially dating yet and its name is Elijah! Elijah and Elise are engaged and are forced to be in an arranged marriage by their parents. If you're asking me, I think Rafe suits her better.

Rafe was seen forcefully separating the lovebirds and he even landed a punch on Elijah's cheek! The tension escalated as they exchanged heated words.

Elijah told Rafe something along the lines of "I'm her fiance! Do you have a problem with that? How about you? You don't have the right to act like her fucking boyfriend when she has a whole fiance in front of her! Get lost, Rafe!"

Their argument continued to escalate, with Elise caught in the middle as the referee. I'll give her the credit! Elise is smart despite lacking in other departments. She called the police to get them to stop and it worked.

Oh, the drama! Will Elise and Elijah's arranged marriage be the end to Rafe and Elise's fling? Will Rafe ever get a shot at getting the girl when she has a fiance?

Only time will tell in this scandalous love triangle!

And remember Elise and Elijah, I have eyes and ears everywhere and I know everything including what you two are hiding. I know what you're trying to do.

XOXO, Gossip Girl

@elisevdw @elijahxhamilton @rafecameronsworld

[jerzwriter]

The Perfect Gift: For Your Eyes Only (Part 1 of Tobias & Casey's Baby & Wedding Stories)

Title:                    The Perfect Gift: For Your Eyes Only (Part 1 of the Tobias & Casey Baby & Wedding Stories) Book:                   Open Heart (Post Series) Pairing:                Tobias Carrick x F!MC (Casey MacTavish) Rating:                 Mature Content 18+ Category:            Steamy Fluff Warnings:           Cursing, some mild NSFW content Summary:           Tobias is always spoiling the love of his life, and she desperately wants to do something in return for him.  But the man has everything. What can she possibly give him? Suddenly, she has a perfect idea! And it’s a gift that keeps on giving. Words:                 2788 A/N:                     This story is a revamp of an AU I wrote last fall.  I fell in love with it, so I incorporated it into my HC for Tobias & Casey.  I changed the details of the story to make it work and made it a little steamer too. Now my favorite lovebirds are well on their way to a lifetime of surprises! I hope you enjoy this story!  And, yes, they will soon be learning this gift is far from limited to one night only! 😏               Participating in @choicesjuly2022challenge   Day 7  Pink and @choicesficwriterscreations Please Be Prompt, “Do You Like What You See?”

CHARACTERS BELONG TO PIXELBERRY STUDIOS (sort of)

“Good morning!” Tobias beamed at every person he passed as he walked down the hall. It was not unusual for him to be bubbly and effervescent in the morning. Still, it was exceptional, even for him.

His best buddy was walking beside him, eager to counteract those effects. Ethan met each passerby with a curt nod, acknowledging both their presence and how annoying his companion was at this time of day.

“Could you maybe tone it down a little,” Ethan asked, “I think half the staff thinks you’re on something.”

“Do they?” Tobias shrugged, “I bet that same half believes you should be on something, so we’re all good here. Hi Gladys,” he grinned with a million dollar smile, “New haircut? Looks great!”  

Jackie looked up from her seat in the nurse’s station as they approached. One look at Tobias’s grin had her rolling her eyes and returning to her work, earning her an approving chuckle from Dr. Ramsey.

“To what do I owe this displeasure,” she grumbled.

“Ah, another dissatisfied Ramsey Grump of the Month Club member,” Tobias laughed. “You two need to enjoy life more. It’s a beautiful day… come on… smile!”

“It’s 6:35 AM, and I’m wrapping up a double. I’ll smile after a good sleep and a shot of tequila. What brings you here? Your girlfriend isn’t in for at least another half hour.”

“That’s OK,” he smiled,  lifting a small, elegantly wrapped box between his two fingers. “I just wanted to hide this someplace so she can find it when she arrives.”

Varma’s eyes went wide, “That is not… that is not an engagement ring, is it? Because if that is your lame ass attempt at a proposal….”

“You’ll just have to wait and see now, won’t you,” he winked. “Are these her files?”

“They will be,” Jackie replied, and Tobias hid the small box behind them.

“There! All set!” he smiled. “Catch you later, Jack!”

“Mmm… like a deadly virus,” she grimaced.

“You know, her birthday is coming up,” Ethan reminded Tobias as they walked away, “Why don’t you just give it to her then?”

“Because she deserves something special today and on her birthday, is that wrong?”

“No. A bit excessive, perhaps, but… when are you getting her a ring anyway? You’ve been so not-the-Tobias-Carrick-I-ever-knew for so long now, I’m surprised that hasn’t been done.”

“It’s funny you mention that, pal,” he grinned, putting his arm around his friend’s shoulder. “What are you doing this Saturday? I’d like some help while I do a little shopping….”

~~~~~

“Hey!” Casey smiled as she flopped into a seat at the nurses’ station.

Jackie rolled her eyes and looked at her friend with the most obnoxious smirk Casey had ever seen. Considering that she had now been Tobias Carrick’s girlfriend for nearly a year and a half, that was really saying something.

“What is it?” Casey asked.

Jackie wordlessly motioned to her right, where a small square box, beautifully wrapped in embossed white paper and a rose gold bow was peeking out behind Casey’s stack of folders.

“What is this?”

“I don’t know… a little birdbrain dropped that off for you.”

“Really, Jackie? I assume you’re talking about Tobias?”

“Is there someone else who is madly in love with you running around Edenbrook now? Or are we all expected to lavish you with gifts?”

“I don’t know. I could have a secret admirer,” Casey giggled, “Did he say to open it?”

“He didn’t leave instructions; I didn’t ask.”

“Well, then I’m opening it!”

Jackie stopped what she was doing and crossed her arms over her chest.

“I suppose you’ll want an audience,” she smirked. “I’ll play along.”

“You don’t have to. I honestly get embarrassed opening gifts in front of people. Tobias knows that. That’s probably why he left it here.”

“How? This man literally showers you with presents. Are you not used to it yet?”

“Nope, and I don’t know if I ever will be.”

Her fingers tore through the paper to find a small, blue velvet box inside. Jackie let out a small gasp.

“Is he proposing? I swear to god if this is how he is proposing, your ass better say no,” she said indignantly. “I mean it, Casey! I won’t go to the wedding.”

“Would you shut up?” Casey laughed, then her eyes went wide. “Oh my God!” She gasped, “Jackie, look at this! It’s beautiful!”

“What is it?”

Casey held up a delicate gold chain with a small pendant, an infinity symbol with a cluster of small red stones on one side.

“This is so sweet! It’s our birthstones!”

“The stones are all red! Your birthdays aren’t in the same month.”

“I know that, Jackie! I’m ruby. He’s garnet.”

“They’re the same color? That’s stupid. Could you have gotten that right?”

“I’m sorry, Jackie, we should have talked to our mother’s in-utero to make sure that they’d give birth to us in months that would have more complementary birthstone colors. We failed.”

“I guess that is a little ridiculous.”

“A little,” Casey smirked. “I can’t believe he did this, and for no reason at all!”

“I can’t believe that the Tobias Carrick is so goddamned whipped! What kind of fairy dust do you have, girl?”

“I don’t know,” Casey sighed. “But I’m so glad I have it. I have to go find him and thank him.”

“Mmm, you do that,” Jackie yelled as Casey walked away. “Let me know what on-call room I can expect to hear the groans coming out of.”

____________________

Two days later:

“… so then I thought maybe something for his car, but what? I’m going out of my mind… the man has literally everything.”

“Including you. So, why are you driving yourself crazy? It’s not his birthday. It’s not a holiday. Save this BS for when you have to.”

“Jackie, you really don’t have a romantic bone in your body, do you?”

“Nope!” She replied proudly. “Thank you for noticing.”

Ignoring her, Casey carried on. “It’s just that he’s always doing such sweet things for me, and I’d like to reciprocate sometimes.”

Jackie choked on her coffee.

“Oh, I used to hear you reciprocating all the way down the hall every time he was in the apartment, Casey. I’m sure that’s only gotten worse since you’re living in sin. I think you’re good.”

“Oh, my God! That’s it!” Casey squealed. “Jackie! You’re a genius!”

“I am. But what are you talking about? Sex? You two are already at it like rabbits. How is that something special?”

Casey was already tapping furiously at her phone, not tuning out every word Jackie said.

“Here! This is it!” She handed Jackie her phone. “This is what I want to do!”

“A boudoir shoot? Are you serious?”

“As a heart attack! Tobias would love this!”

“I’m sure he would! But Case, you’re not married. If this thing doesn’t work out in six months, he has his own personal porno mag with you as the star. Then what?”

“First of all, I have no plans to be anywhere but with him six months from now. Second, this is all tastefully done. Look, it’s nothing awful.”

“They’re still very risqué. Would you want a potential patient to see them? Use your head.”

“I am. I trust Tobias implicitly, or I wouldn’t even consider this. Plus, if we should ever split, you and I can break into his place to get it.”

“Is it wrong that I’m now hoping for a split so you and I can stage a Thelma and Louise-worthy crime?”

“Jackie! I have to research photographers. I have no time for this nonsense.”

“Suit yourself.”

____________________

One Week Later:

“Here is a beer for you,” Casey said, handing a bottle to Bryce. “Two shots for you,” placing them in front of Jackie, “and a huge glass of wine for me.”“So, we have this plan under control?”

“Yes,” Bryce assured. “I’ll keep Tobias away from home until you text me. Got it. But, once more, as much as this is a HELL of a gift, you’re sure you want to do this?”

“You guys are acting like I’m making a soft-porn flick! If I were, it would be with Tobias. Now that I think of it, he’d probably be somewhat into that too.”

“OK, OK! Could we stop having this conversation!” Jackie yelled. “You can’t buy me enough shots to get that visual out of my head.”

“Yeah. I might not hate the visual of you, Case, but T? Now I need a shot too!”

“Then order one. As long as you two keep Tobias away, I’m paying for drinks. I already told Reggie I’m picking up your tab tonight. But, you two fail me, I’m not paying for crap! You understand.”

“Hey, I will never mess up free booze,” Jackie stated. “You’re safe.”

“Good,” Casey smiled. “Now, I have a photographer to meet!”

____________________

It all sounded like a good idea, but now that Casey was alone in their townhome, panic began setting in.  

OK, I’m getting all but naked…. I might even be a little naked….

In front of a total stranger….

Who will be photographing me…?

Jackie was right. I’m an idiot.

She jumped nearly a foot high when the doorbell rang. But the photographer was wonderful and put Casey right at ease. The experience turned out to be almost fun. Casey happily paraded around their townhome in various stages of undress, scantily clad in the trunk load of lingerie she had purchased over the past week.

Posing demurely in the foyer wearing a black lace bra and panties? Check.

Squatting in a black lace corset and strappy leather heels? Check.

A little bit of cheerleader fantasy stuff, including wearing his old college jersey? Check.

Sprawled all over their bed in little outfits and nothing at all. Check.

Nothing but that pink sweater he bought her and the thigh-high boots that guaranteed her a long night of anything she wanted on the balcony. Done.

Finally, she stripped down completely and stepped into his bathtub. Rose petals and bubbles strategically cover her ever so slightly. And they were done!

“I can’t believe I got up the nerve to go out on the balcony,” she giggled into her phone.

“Yeah, well, I hope his neighbors didn’t have their own camera’s out, or that will be a whole different photoshoot,” Bryce laughed. “So, can I finally send him home now?”

“You sure can. This thing left me so worked up I cannot wait to see him.”

“OK, I am hanging up now!”

____________________

Two weeks later:

Casey was absolutely giddy when the book arrived! She was not patient when she had a gift to give, but she knew they’d need some… quality alone time … after he opened this one. So she decided to give it to him on Saturday evening. He had plans with Ethan that afternoon, so she could set the house up just right. Candlelight, champagne, their favorite playtime playlist on the surround sound… it was perfect!

Tobias was already smiling when he opened the door, but it grew even wider when he saw her what she was wearing.

“My favorite pink sweater, I see,” he said, wrapping her in a hug. “And your thigh-highs. In August?”

“Well, I have the AC turned up, and” she smiled coquettishly, “I don’t plan on having them on very long anyway.”

Tobias tilted his head as a playful smirk fell on his lips. “It’s going to be a fun night, I see?”

“Oh, you have no idea.”

“Then lead the way,” he grinned. 

And she did. She led him to the sofa in the living room, poured him a glass of champagne, seductively fed him a strawberry or two, then took his sweet lips in her for a ravenous kiss. A low groan escaped him, and his hands were already roaming over her every curve. When she pulled away.

“Please tell me we’re not stopping?” he pleaded.

“No,” she giggled. “I just have a little surprise for you first.”

“Oh?”

She reached behind the couch and pulled out a large, gift-wrapped box with a huge white bow adorning it.

“What’s this for?” He smiled. “There is no occasion.”

“The occasion is I love you,” she grinned. “There was also no occasion for this,” she said, tugging at her necklace. “Or for the sunflowers last week, this sweater, the tickets to Hamilton, or for….”

“OK, I get it. But I do those things for you because I love you, and I want to. I don’t expect anything in return.”

“Tobias, you’re so good to me. Is there anything wrong with me wanting to give you a little something special too?”

“I suppose not,” he said with a kiss on her cheek. “So should I open it?”

“Please.”

Tobias tore at the paper like a child tears into their packages on Christmas morning. It was an odd-sized box, he didn’t know what to expect, but it certainly wasn’t this...

He stared at the cover for several moments in stunned silence.

“What’s this?”

“What does it look like?” Casey blushed. “It’s all me in there. All these pictures, they’re just for you.”

Tobias licked his lips. His voice was almost nervous with anticipation. “You’re kidding me, right?”

“It’s right there in your hand, T. And, on nights when I’m not home, you can use that when you have… something else in your hand,” she giggled.

“Ha, ha. You’re funny. Babe, pour me another glass of champagne, please? I may need it to get through this.”

“Your wish is my command,” she winked.

He let out a slight growl and turned to the first page where he saw…

“Oh, fuck…” he whispered as Casey sat across from him on the couch. He turned a few pages and looked up at her with a smile. 

“I’m only on page three, and I’m telling you now, this is easily going to top any gift I have ever received.”

“Well, keep looking,” she purred.

He turned the pages slowly and savored each image his eyes fell on. Sometimes stopping to inhale deeply, then let his breath out.

“This isn’t a Lamaze class, Tobias,” Casey teased.

“Baby, please let your old man do whatever he needs to continue breathing now, OK? You really don’t want my death on your hands.”

He flipped through a few more pages.

“Holy, fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

“Do you like what you see?” Casey asked.

Dropping the book to his lap, he gazed up at the ceiling.

“This gift, this book, it comes with us doing… stuff… after, right? As in immediately after because I don’t know how much longer I can take this.”

“Oh, it comes with us doing lots of stuff,” Casey assured. “I figured we could do it in every spot I photographed before morning if we pace ourselves right. Don’t you?”

Tobias bit his lower lip. “You see, this is why I have to marry you. No one else gets me like this, princess. Come over here,” he hissed, his eyes becoming dark. 

Casey happily complied. He closed the book and placed it on the table next to him as Casey straddled his lap. 

“What?” She protested. “You don’t want to look at the rest?”

“Oh, I want to look at the rest. Every last one, and I’m sure I will look at them every day for the rest of my life. But right now, if I don’t have the incredible, real thing in front of me, I don’t think the rest of my life will be very long.”

He grasped a fistful of her golden hair in his hands and pulled her toward him, kissing her furiously as his free hand slid under her sweater. “Take this off,” he hissed as he felt her lips smile against his.

“I told you it wouldn’t be on long.”

His fingers ran under the delicate fabric on the sides of her thong. Her breath hitched as they crept up her torso, cupping her breasts in his hands as he eagerly took her nipple into his mouth. The delicate moans that escaped her caused his erection to strain painfully against his jeans. 

“We need to get these pants off,” he growled.

“Yes, sir,” she smiled as she tugged at his belt. 

“Where first?” He breathed into her ear.

“It’s your present, baby, wherever you want me.”

He turned over his shoulder, looked out the window, and then back to Casey with a devilish grin.

“It’s dark out, the balcony it is.”

“Let’s go,” she smiled as he lifted her and her legs wrapped around his back. 

“This is the best gift ever,” he smiled.

“And just think, we have all night.“

A/N: Yep... Samantha is on her way. lol

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[onlyfreds]

For the blurb event can you do number 1 and 9 from the song list?

Blurb event is now closed!

Out for some Butterbeer

Prompts: "I hope you know how proud I am you were created" + "I see my future in your eyes"

Fred groaned, crumpling up another piece of parchment and throwing it across the room in frustration.

You put down your book and walked towards him, gently massaging his shoulders in an attempt to calm him down a little.

“Freddie,” you hummed, “why don’t you take a break? You’ve been working on that for the past few hours.”

Fred looked up at you, “I want to, love. But I have to finish this up.”

You raised a brow at him, “You have to? Or you want to?”

He closed his eyes and sighed; you knew your boyfriend too well.

“I want to.” He answered quietly.

You continued on massaging his shoulders, feeling his relax under your touch, “What do you say we go out for some butterbeer? Give you a little break.”

He nodded, pressing a kiss to your cheek, “That sounds wonderful princess.”

The two of you headed out of the flat and down the shop where George was closing up.

“Where are you two heading lovebirds?” He asked with a teasing smile.

“Just out on a small date.” Fred asked, “Wanna come with?”

George laughed, “I’d rather do something else than be a third wheel, especially to the two of you. But, thanks for the offer.”

The two of you then walked out of the shop, arms looped around each other.

Once you had managed to order some butterbeer and find a table. Both of you are engaged in a conversation.

It was just like the old times. When you and Fred would sneak out of Hogwarts and head to Hogsmeade for a glass of butterbeer or two. Madam Rosmerta would just shake her head at the two of with a fond smile – but served you anyway.

Tonight, Fred seemed a little bit distracted. Occasionally zoning out of a conversation and just looking out of the window.

“What’s got you so bothered Freddie?” You asked, taking a sip of your drink.

Your boyfriend averted his gaze from the window and turned it back to you.

He stayed silent for a moment before deciding, “Nothing.”

“Freddie,” You cooed, reaching across the table to take his hand into yours.

“Don’t worry about me princess. Like I said, it’s nothing.” He said, giving you a reassuring smile.

But, 3 years of dating gave you the ability of reading him like an open book.

“We’ve been through so much together. Besides, you always listen to my problems. This time, it’s my turn to listen to you.” You said as you gently squeezed his hand.

He heaved a sigh, “Everything is just so overwhelming. The shop is booming with business and that’s wonderful and all. And, I’m still adjusting from being a student who pulls pranks 24/7 to a professional businessman. I don’t know. I’m starting to think that this isn’t the right choice after all.”

You frowned, getting more worried by every passing minute, “What do you mean?”

“This has nothing to do with you, sweetheart. I hope you know how proud I am you were created.” He reassured, leaning forward to press a kiss on your forehead.

Fred then continued, “Things go well now. But what if everything goes south in the future? What if the success is just temporary? Then I’ll become a failure to everyone. Then, I’ll have to let you go, even if I don’t want to. ‘Cause you don’t deserve to be with such a failure.”

This time you were holding on to his hand tightly, as if he would disappear if you didn’t.

“Fred, I could never leave you for the world.” You said, running your thumb across the back of his hand, “I don’t care if things go wrong, I’ll always stay by your side – I practically see my future in your eyes Freddie. I can’t live without you.”

He visibly relaxed at your words, “Thank you princess.”

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[sukiglycerin]

birds (not) of a feather || keigo takami.

* pairing: hawks x fem pro-hero!reader

* genre: canonverse(???), terribly indulgent smut, pwp, enemies w benefits

* words: 3,111

* warnings: i just packed a shitload of kinks into this, dom!hawks, sub!reader, daddy kink, dirty talk, semi-public sex (a bathroom), quirk play aka feather play (not tickling), reader is kiNda a brat, fingering, orgasm denial, cum eating, penetrative sex, unprotected sex (pls.,., wrap it before you tap it irl), degradation, breeding kink, humiliation, dumbification, creampie, aftercare (duh), i’m so sorry for this i’ll finish my sfw angst thing now

* a/n: inspired by this text post... oh god, this is filthy. apologies for the slightly late update, but here it finally is!! @toishi is an absolute angel for proofreading this at like 1 in the morning. i hope you enjoy this! if you liked this, feel free to request anything you’d like to see from me <3

there was something about hawks that was infuriating. you couldn't tell exactly what was the breaking point; his messy hair, his plush smirk, or his eyes. his eyes, typically glazed over with a mixture of cockiness and devil-may-care hawtiness, were perhaps the most charming part to him, if you asked any fangirl. the markings around them only made him prettier, but infuriatingly so; and when you put together the entire package of 'hawks,' you got an extremely punchable person. 

yet sometimes, during extremely rare instances - perhaps when the light hits him just right or when one of his feathers is placed just perfectly - the word 'punchable' is replaced with 'fuckable.' and when you say fuckable, you mean him fucking you. it only aggravates you more.

you can't recall exactly when you started hating him or exactly when you became fuckbuddies (well, more like fuckenemies), but what you can recall is that the closets at hawks' agency are unreasonably large. not that they can't be used to your advantage, on multiple occasions (especially when hawks ruts). you're sitting next to hawks as some entrepreneur attempts to sell his ideas to market heroes and gain more profit. none of the pro-heroes sitting in the room seem particularly engaged. you're practically falling asleep; hawks' doodles on your notepad keeping you awake. you can't exactly complain, though the doodles take up space on an otherwise blank page, it's entertaining. you're far past gone being alert, however; your eyelids droop one last time before you see an oddly phallic shaped doodle behind your eyelashes. goddamn hawks.

"really?" you hiss at him, pushing his hand away.

he shrugged, lazily smiling. "you like it."

"like what? lewd imagery in my work notepad?"

"no." his voice drops an octave, fatally gravelly, "my cock."

you flush at his obscene language. "don't-" you whisper, but you're cut off by hawks' muffled giggles as he points to another one of his doodles. a rooster. you purse your lips. ever-so immature, hawks.

"yeah, but i bet you like the first one a lot more, don'tcha, chickadee?" his pet name has your brain stuttering. "you like my cock so much, hm?"

"fuck you, hawks," you breathe.

"you can try, feather." his voice is dripping with cockiness. "i bet, even in professional times like these, you think about my cock. in business meetings, you look so professional, so serious, but little does everyone know - you're dreaming about my cock stretching your tight little cunt out, making you scream my goddamn name. i bet you salivate just thinking about my cock fucking you good, hm? isn't that right, chickadee?"

you huff, not meeting his eyes as you search for a witty comeback. your silence gives hawks' ego a boost; he smirks wider.

"you know it's true, huh?" he purrs. "you think of me wherever you go. in public, filing paperwork, when you touch yourself in bed... you just like it so much, you're my slut. who knew the nation's favorite pro-hero would drop to her knees to the sight of anyone's cock?"

"yeah, i touch myself whenever i think of you," you mutter saltily under your breath. you ignore the growing arousal in your panties at his provocative words. hawks goes quiet, eyes wide.

"more specifically, i rub my temples because i get a headache because you're so damn awful."

"well fuck, dove," he chuckles. he leans in close to your ear. "maybe i'll give you something to think about."

a shiver curls itself down your spine. "hawks-"

he hushes you, jotting something in your notepad. he excuses himself from the room, leaving a feather laying on his seat in place of him. you read the note. "women's bathroom, down the hall to the left. no one uses it."

a pump of adrenaline fills you; your heart skips a beat.

once you slip out, your heart plays a game of jump rope, the rhythm filling your ears. down the hall, to the left... you wonder what hawks has in store for you. your brain recreates images of past escapades you engaged in with the man; a quickie in his office, another in an alley, and once, him fucking you just before a meeting. your panties grow damper, unable to mask the anticipation you feel within yourself.

"hi, sweetpea," hawks cooes as soon as you enter the restroom. "fancy seeing you here."

"you invited-"

"hush, i didn't give you permission to speak, did i?" he snaps. "good girls who behave are rewarded."

a whimper slips out of you, and you nod.

"safeword, birdie?"

"sunflower."

"good girl." he hums. "so obedient, once disciplined... maybe i should do this more. i bet you'd like that... being such a slut when anyone could walk in." "hawks..." you start, but he doesn't have it.

the hero stalks toward you. if eyes could kill, you'd be murdered within seconds; his irises are dark, pupils blown, and a shadow has fallen over his face. he looks predatory like this - truly living up to his name. it's graceful, the self-control he assumes whence walking toward you. 

said self-control is completely abandoned as soon as your bodies meet. you're completely enraptured in his shadow as the man loomed over you, his wings contributing greatly to the effect. he's the predator, and you're the prey. 

his arm separates your neck from the wall, his hand clutching the back of your head. the free hand moves itself to caress your jaw in a strangely gentle manner, while his knee pushes its way in between your legs, making your upper thighs into a home. his hand nudges your head forward towards his, and then you're kissing him with such ferocity it's animalistic. tongues clash and you're no longer sure whose spit is whose; it dribbles down your chin the way blood drips from the thirsty lips of a vampire.

hawks growls - he actually growls - while he hastily unbuttons your top and slips his tongue into your mouth. you shamelessly grind down against his clothed pant leg, careless that your wetness will leave a stain. 

he pulls away, a string of saliva snapping between you and leaving you two gasping for breath. 

"fuck, fuck, baby bird," hawks wipes his mouth with his sleeve. his lips are swollen, their colour resembling a cherry lollipop with a sheen of gloss. damn, he's pretty. you never realized how good-looking a guy in a suit could be. his eyes are darker than a raven's, and it looks as though he'll devour you whole. 

"come." hawks gestures for you, walking towards the sinks and large mirror above them. as soon as you near a foot from hawks, he grabs you, one hand on your waist and the other on your throat. 

"look at you..." he tsks, his eyes meeting yours in the mirror. you're completely disheveled, hair a mess and eyes blown dark. your top is wrinkled slightly, your breasts peaking out through the unbuttoned gap and your skirt pushed up.

"so messy already..." the hand on your waist moves up and squeezes your breast, tweaking a nipple through your bra.

"you just fucking melt for me, like a good whore," he says.

oh, how you hate how easily hawks can win you over.

"fuck you," you scoff half-heartedly. "are you gonna fuck me, or not? we don't have all day."

"won't be a problem, lovebird," he says breezily. "judging by how much you fucking soaked my pant leg, i could have you coming undone without my cock even touching your dirty cunt.

you glance at his thigh, which has a blatant dark spot on it, and feel your heart race in humiliation. you can only stay silent, knowing he's right. the sensation in your core is painfully obvious to you, as if taunting you more.

"obeying now?" he teases, a wicked smile gracing his face. "bend over the counter, sweetpea."

you huff, obliging. hawks deftly moves his fingers, unbuttoning your shirt. you shiver, your hot skin colliding with the cold, unforgiving marble. 

"spread your legs - good, good, like that..." his breath tickles your ear, "you like how the air touches your sopping pussy? how exposed you fucking feel, all spread out for me when anyone could walk in? me, the number 2 pro-hero..." god, he was so cocky it was infuriating.

"shut up," you grumble.

"what?" his voice is sharp, cutting clean through the air. "is that anyway to treat your daddy?"

you fucking hate the title. you hate how hawks harnesses it as his own, how he so personifies the word - how good it fits him, sounding like sugar off his lips.

two of his fingers meet your clothed folds. "answer me, birdie."

"n-no," you squeak out. 

"no, who?" he spits.

"no, daddy." 

you inch your head up to look in the mirror, and hawks is smiling. 

"what to do with you, what to do with you..." he sounds gleeful, sadistic undertones tinting his words with a faded rose red. so pretty, yet so painful. your head goes back down onto the counter, your cheek pressed against it.

"naughty birds deserve punishment, don'tcha think?" 

you can't find it in yourself to form a coherent word; instead, a clumsy moan falls from your lips. hawks' fingers press harder against your cunt; you're sure they've gotten at least a little damp.

compromised in such a position, your senses make you suddenly aware of your surroundings; the way the counter digs into your hips, how the coolness is starting to fade under your body. you're aware of your every breath, the fluttering in your stomach every time hawks presses your clit. you're aware of the inherent eroticism of your acts, and how you don't really hate hawks; no, no, no - how he just infuriates you.

he's the ideal hero, in your eyes - laidback, charming, and yet so skilled at his work. it amazes you. one can only strive to be so multifaceted, and it explains his status as number 2 hero. you work so hard, yet he can achieve all the things you dream in half a heartbeat.

"let's get these out of the way." hawks, hooking a digit into the band of your panties, forces them down in an instant. you instinctively clench at the air which meets your nether lips, your juices leaking out of them like a honeyed nectar.

"so messy," hawks comments. "can't even control yourself without your panties. you like being such a slut for daddy, huh?"

you grumble in protest.

"huh?" his index and ring finger plunge into your pussy, making a loud squelching sound.

"d-daddy," you blurt a moan out, falling apart on his fingers.

"that's more like it, feather." hawks sets a moderate pace on your pussy, curling to hit your sweet spot. the noises from your cunt and mouth fail to cease, and you throw a hand over the latter to muffle your whimpers.

you start to feel a burning sensation rise in your stomach; a toe-curling, warm feeling like sunlight shining in the morning.

"daddy, daddy, hngg- i'm so close."

you're so close to the sunlight, to being showered in the blissful heat. just one more stroke and-

you're suddenly empty, and the light starts to slowly recede.

"daddy!" you complain, shifting your legs and rubbing your thighs together. "bad birds get punishment," he shrugs. "though i must say... you like it when i bend you over the counter, huh? your little pussy is dripping all over it for me, and i've barely touched you... i bet you're getting off to this right now; when anyone could walk in, huh? filthy slut. you're already begging for more... hm, maybe i should make you lick up the mess you've made..."

"d-addy, no, i've taken my punishment, please let me cum..."

hawks sounded indifferent, as if he were merely studying his nails. "beg for it."

"wh-" you clench your hands in your skirt. you do not particularly enjoy begging - for anything or anyone. despite the pulsing in your cunt, and how hard it is not to give in, you don't want to give hawks the satisfaction of winning. "p-psh, didn't really need your cock anyway..." you grumble. you exhale quietly, calming the adrenaline pumping in your blood from the loss of your orgasm.

something in him changes, and a scarlet feather tickles your lips. you're confused; what does hawks want you to do?

"suck."

you exhale in confusion, blowing the feather away. "suck?"

you crane your neck up at the mirror to catch a glimpse of hawks. he looks deadly - there's no other way to put it. his eyes are sharply trained on you, his wings buff and towering over him. you think you see a bulge in his pants, straining for freedom.

"well?" the feather dusts your lips once again, teasing you to trap it in between your lips. your head drops, falling against the counter. you open your mouth, and the tip of the feather rests on your tongue. your lips close around it, and you hesitantly suck. you're not sure what you were expecting; it's a feather, soft and flimsy in your mouth.

you jolt at an indistinct tickling feeling against your clit. you look back, feather hanging out of your mouth, to see hawks leaning back on a stall. he's not within reach to touch you, so...

"hng!" the foreign object presses your clit. the pressure strengthens against your tight bundle of nerves, and you can feel your slick drip out of you even more. a feather; though hawks made the consistency a bit more solid. the feather pushes against your pussy like a seesaw, making you reach for your high. you shut your eyes tight, lost in the feeling and desperate for release. the feather drags up and down your cunt, eliciting lewd noises, while your lips are clamped shut around the feather in your mouth. saliva pools in your mouth the more the feather teases your wet sex, and the familiar build of tension starts in your stomach. you yearn for the heat returned in full, to be so fulfilled in pleasure, and you rut against the feather in an attempt to reach your climax faster. the stimulation is suddenly gone, leaving you crying out.

"look at this," hawks sneers. a single, wet feather, dripping in a substance far thicker than water hovers in front of you. "open your mouth."

the feather slips out, and is replaced with a salty tasting one.

the taste of your arousal fills your tongue, and before you're given time to dwell on it, you feel warmth pressing against the back of your thighs. there's a clanking of metal, a shuffle of fabric, and you feel the tip of hawks' cock pressing against you.

"look at you, baby, so desperate for a fuckin' feather," he rasps in your ear. "should i show you how much better my cock is? hmm?"

you nod dumbly, the feather bobbing with you. 

"fuck," he groans, pushing himself into your depths. "so wet, so- slick- goddamn baby bird, you like it when i stuff you full of this cock?"

you hum a noise against the feather in your mouth, agreeing. he slipped into your pussy smoothly, lubricated by the abundance of your slick. once in, snuggled in deep, something in the man's composure snaps; he thrusts mercilessly, pounding deep in you. his fingers hold your hips, bruising them, you're sure - and the pain is sweet, a sick lolly against your tongue. 

"fuck, fuck, daddy's gonna fuck his babies into you, betcha'd like that, huh?"  you can't articulate your words properly with the feather in your mouth, but you attempt to agree. he doesn't care, continuing with his degradation.

"you're gonna give me my chicks, huh? be my bitch," he pants heavily. god, you can just imagine how he looks; hair falling onto his sweat-matted forehead, his eyes completely lascivious. a wanton moan spills from your mouth, and the feather falls, but hawks doesn't make notice of this. he continues to slam into you, pace unforgiving, burying himself to the hilt inside of you. squelching noises fill the bathroom, echoing off the walls.

you can only moan and clench around him unintelligently. 

"look at you... all fuckin' stupid and obedient, all for daddy, hm? so willing to let daddy use you as a cumdump, daddy's personal- fucking- cumslut- but you like that, huh? your pretty pussy's clenching around me. you like being talked down to, don'tcha? such a dirty slut. look at that, you're drooling."

two of hawks' fingers shove themselves into your mouth, and you salivate around them. it's messy, you know, and spit trails down your chin.

"look at me, chickadee," he commands. you crane your neck to look at him, eyes wide. "fuck, so slutty," he grunts. "you really like this, don't you? fuck- exposing your fucking cunt to every guy, huh? being used as nothing but a filthy fucktoy?"

you shake your head rapidly in disagreement, cheeks heating up. 

"no?" he chuckles darkly. "just my fucktoy, then?"

you reluctantly nod. 

"my stupid lil baby... so pretty with daddy's fingers shoved in her mouth..." he coos, and a surprising, fuzzy feeling emerges from the praise.

his unoccupied hand reaches down in between your thighs to stimulate your clit, rubbing fast circles against the bud. warmth pools and ties a knot in your stomach. the sugared indulgence of release that you'd so craved comes into view; the knot tightening and tightening and you feel fit to burst.

"c-cum for me, baby bird, cum for me, y/n," he stutters, making a guttural sound in the back of his throat. the fingers in your mouth pull out, falling onto your hips. the tight knot bursts into violent fireworks of ecstasy; your cunt gushes around hawks' cock, convulsing madly. the pleasure shatters you, and everything becomes a haze. you go limp against the counter, thighs shaking. you're not sure how much time has passed - hawks had been fucking you through orgasm, and, at one point, came as well.

"hey, feather," he whispers gently to you. "you did so well for me..." he strokes your back, making a plethora of calming coos and humming sounds

"did so well," you mumble. 

"don't worry about anything, dove, i've got it all handled."

your thoughts are all fog, and you allow yourself to lean into hawks. this is one of the rare times you're vulnerable completely to him; at his mercy, after a particularly hard session. rather, it's one of the rare moments that your true feelings are revealed; how your hatred is baseless, built on jealousy and attraction you deny.

not that you'll admit it.

[tomtenadia]

A Little Braver - Chapter 11

Hello everyone. That’s me back from my holidays and I have ch 11 ready for you.

The first part is our two lovebirds still on holiday in Doranelle and they get to be cute and yes, this part as fluff. Enjoy it while it lasts.

For the second part and the ending, just blame the angst gremlin. I decline every responsibility.

It was Sunday and also Aelin’s last day of holiday in Doranelle. She and Rowan had spent their Saturday in the Cambrian Mountains and did a lot of hiking, had a picnic near a waterfall and swam naked in the pool in front of it and also engaged in some other more interesting activities. The day had been perfect and they had managed to survive two full days without fighting and they both were impressed by it.

Now they were in his car and Rowan was driving her to the coast. He had explained that it was the last part left to explore and that one of his colleagues had suggested a lovely place. He had made lunch for both again and they did manage to set off a bit earlier.

Aelin was comfortable in her seat, her feet on the dashboard and he stared at her while her head was turned to look outside. 

After their talk he had decided to stop feeling guilty. Aelin had been right and they both deserved a second chance at happiness. He had finally decided to accept what he felt for her and maybe that was why they had not fought for two whole days. They had been both pushing the other away, too scared of caring once again. He still was, if he was truthful to himself. Her job scared the heck out of him. But he was done pushing her away.

“Are you comfortable over there?”

She turned and smiled at him, her blue eyes lit with mirth “are you going all health and safety on me, captain?”

“You are the firefighter, you should know the dangers of such a position in case I hit hard on the brakes.” He explained, stopping a mocking smile from appearing on his lips.

“Well, just don’t slam on those breaks, captain. Can you do that and deliver us safely to the beach?”

His hand gently brushed her naked knee. She was wearing a pair of blue shorts and a colourful top.

“Will the water be warm enough for me to swim in it?”

Rowan nodded. “According to my colleague this is a lovely beach and not too busy either. Something only the locals know about.”

Aelin pulled her sunglasses down on her eyes “wake me up when we are there.”

Fifteen minutes later Rowan poked her arm “Ohi, sleeping beauty. Get up.”

Aelin lifted her sunglasses on her head and glared at him “why can’t you behave like a well mannered man? I don’t know, wake me up with a kiss?”

He got of the car and opened the rear door and unloaded the two backpacks “get your arse out of my car. We are at the beach.”

“So, so rude.” She complained while leaving the car and grabbing her stuff from him. They had warmed up to each other but she still adored their bickering.

He started walking and she ran after him, grabbing his hand in hers.

They arrived at the beach and she rejoiced at the discovery they had the entire place to themselves.

Rowan selected a space not too far from the water and deposited their stuff on the ground, placing also the two beach towels for them.

In an instant Aelin had removed her clothes and was standing in front of him in her bikini.

He stared at her “is that your… bathing suit?”

She posed for him “lovely isn’t it?”

It covered very little, thought Rowan. Two red triangles covered her breasts all tied together by some very flimsy strings and the same for the bottom part.

He grabbed her hand and pushed her down on the towel “sit,” he rummaged in his back pack and took out sunscreen “you have a very fair skin and you will burn.”

Aelin sat down and he took a place behind her. He dropped some cream on her back and started spreading it on her back “you do the front,” he said by passing her the bottle.

“I thought you’d love the honour.”

Rowan sighed “if I do that it might lead to something else which is not appropriate on a beach in the middle of the day.”

Once his hands stopped she reached for the knot behind her neck and untied it, the top of her bikini falling off. She untied the one on her back as well and turned to him “up to the challenge, captain?” She took the bottle and put a dollop of cream on her fingers and started spreading it on her naked breasts and enjoyed staring at his expression morphing into pure lust.

“You’ll be the death of me.” He put more cream on his hands and began massaging her breasts making sure they had a nice cover “given how flimsy your bikini is, you need protection everywhere.”

“So considerate of you…” she teased him arching her back into his touch. She never had enough of him. She had a few men before Sam and no one had ever made her feel like that. Not even Sam.

Once he was done he bent over and recovered the piece of garment “come on, cover up.”

She took the piece of her bikini from him “scared by a pair of magnificent boobs?”

“No, we are in a public place.”

She slowly put the top back on and he offered to tie it for her “let them stare.”

Rowan’s mouth was at her ear again, biting gently her lobe “I don’t share.” and the tone in which he said it made her toes curl.

She then pulled away and ran to the water, jumping in it with happiness. Rowan stood and joined her slowly.

“Come one, it’s stunning.” She shouted emerging from the water.

Rowan smiled then ran and once he reached her he tackled her and carried Aelin like a sack of potatoes and threw her sin the water as soon as they reached a deeper spot. 

Aelin re emerged. She tried to protest but she found his body against hers, his lips kissing her hard. She stared at his tanned and muscular body and ran a hand along his chest “I don’t share either, captain. I am very jealous of what is mine.”

Those words were his undoing. He grabbed her legs and pulled them around him and Aelin climbed on him and a moment later they had completely forgotten they were in the middle of the sea.

Luckily for them they had remained the only two people on the beach as their adventure in the water was followed a bit later by one on the sand.

Fully clothed again they now lay side by side. Aelin had her eyes closed, trying to suntan a bit and Rowan on his belly reading a book.

Aelin turned on her side and lifted the cover of his book and noticed it looked like about some theory of flight or tactics “we are on holiday and you are working?”

He turned to her.

“Your book,” she pointed “it’s about flight tactics. Can’t you enjoy a day without thinking about flying?”

“I’d like you to know that I am reading for pleasure. The fact that the book is giving me great ideas is another matter.”

Aelin scooted closer to him and placed her head under his arm and stared at the book with curiosity. She noticed strange drawings “are those flight manoeuvres?”

He nodded and with his arm he pulled her closer “this,” he pointed at the diagram “is called barrel roll attack. It’s quite cool.” Then he pointed at another one “this is the Immelmann and this one…” he turned the page “these are a low and high yo-yo.”

“They have funny names.” She looked at the book “this one seems cool,”

“This is a high G barrel roll.” He explained “you do this when the attacker is at your tail and you can feel his guns on you. It’s far more brutal than a regular barrel roll. Not recommended if you have a sensitive stomach.” He took out his phone and showed her something “Fenrys put a camera on his fighter during training and this is a video taken during training and a mock dogfight.”

Aelin watched the video with amazement “Play it again, it was so fast.” He did it and she stared at the jet completing the manoeuvre “was that you?”

Rowan nodded and showed her a few more videos of their training. She was fascinated.

“I still want to see you fly. For real.”

He put the phone down and looked at her “Lorcan says it’s fine. We can do that when I come back.”

Aelin nodded and he kissed her. He closed the book and pulled her closer and then lay down with his arm over her in a very protective gesture. She turned and snuggled all the way against his torso and let his body protect her from the sun. 

It was a few hours later when Rowan woke up and realised they had fallen asleep on the beach. Aelin was tucked in his embrace and was sleeping soundly and he was glad to notice that her body was in the shadow of his body. It would have been a very painful awakening. 

“Hey, sleepyhead.”

She opened her eyes and looked up at him and he loved the freckles that had appeared on her face.

“We fell asleep.”

“You really do make a good pillow.” She told him while sitting back up.

“I will make sure to update my resume, I am sure it’s a very sought after skill.” He stood and offered his hand to her “come on, let’s go for a stroll.”

She wore her top again “we don’t want to cause a riot, don’t we?”

Rowan smiled and he pulled her up after he took her hand.

They walked for a while. The beach had turned out to be much longer than they thought. Aelin had kept her shoes in one hand and walked the whole distance with her feet in the water. She hadn’t realised how much she needed a holiday. In the past year her life had been complete dedication to her job. It had helped to keep the demons at bay. But now there was Rowan and hopefully she had found someone with whom to walk the path back toward light.

“Fancy going out for dinner tonight?”

“I am craving seafood.” She said swinging their linked hands “we can stay here. Have dinner and then go back to your flat.”

“Sounds like a great plan.”

It was much later that night when they finally rolled back into Rowan’s flat.

“I am so tired and my face is on fire.”

Rowan cupped he face with his hands “you have freckles and you are stunning.”

Aelin gave him a smile and then ducked “I call dibs on the shower.”

Rowan laughed and let her win.

The shower took her a bit longer than planned. Her thoughts wandered to the fact that she was meant to fly home the next day and sadness struck when she realised she did not want to leave Rowan. They had the four best days so far and she hated that she had to wait two more weeks for him to be back and finally try and work on the foundation of their relationship that they had built during that holiday.

Once back in Rowan’s room she started packing. He had given her her own room but she never used it. They had ended up sharing the room and the bed.

She was busy groaning at packing when she felt his arms fold around her waist from behind. His smell of pine and snow was much stronger and she leaned against his chest, closing her eyes “I really don’t want to go.”

“I’ll be back in two weeks,” he told her against her ear.

“I know,” and she hated how petulant she sounded. She turned in his arms and buried her face in his naked chest. Rowan held her tight, her head tucked under his chin.

“I love when you hold me like this. It makes me feel less alone.”

Rowan squeezed her and they remained like that for a time that it felt endless. He didn’t want her to go either and he had a feeling they were going to be two very long weeks. He was getting used having her in his bed and loved waking up in the morning with her scent around him. He eventually pulled away and sat down on the bed and put on his briefs “come on,” he patted the bed “time to sleep.” She climbed in bed with him and took her usual position nested against him and his arms protectively around her.

Aelin was once again in his car but alas, this time it was not for an adventure. He was driving her back to the airport. Her holiday was officially over and she had been grumpy all morning. 

His hand was resting on her knee giving her comfort.

“Are you going back to work tomorrow?”

Aelin shook her head “I need to start tonight. We are on night shift.”

“That sucks.”

In the distance she noticed the shape of Doranelle airport appear and her heart sank.

Rowan parked in the short stay car park and he grabbed her hand and together they walked into the airport. Check-in was a breeze and he eventually walked her just before the security area “this is as far as I can go.” He told her sadly.

Aelin crashed against him and fought it very hard not to cry.

“Hey…” he said very gently caressing her head “I will be back soon.”

She took a deep breath and pulled back.

“Call me when you land. I don’t trust those civilian pilots.” His thumb brushed her lips gently then he leaned over and kissed her.

“These are going to be two very long weeks.” He whispered against her mouth.

“I know.” Then she kissed him one more time and pulled away with all the courage she had. One of them had to let go eventually.

He kissed her one last time and let her hand go and stared at her walk away until she disappeared behind security.

***

It was a few hours later when Aelin landed back in Orynth. She had texted Aedion before boarding and gave him an ETA. While she waited for her bag to arrive on the carousel she phoned Rowan and he answered at the first ring.

“I am pleased to say that my pilot did manage to land us safely back in Terrasen.”

She heard Rowan scoff “It’s not that difficult, he just needs to press a few buttons and use the stick for landing and take off.”

She loved to tease him “he was hot though…”

“Sure, if you fancy men getting paid to fly a big metal trap in a straight line…”

She chuckled “we turned a few times as well.”

“You banked,” he corrected her.

“Uh?”

“An aircraft banks, does not turn. Then we roll, pitch and yaw.”

She huffed “fine, we banked. Happy?”

Her bag arrived and she placed it on her shoulder.

“Was the flight okay?”

She started walking to the exit “yeah, no turbulence this time.” She reached the main doors and walked through “what are you doing?”

“Getting ready to head to class.”

“Are you going to crush those little bastards?”

Rowan laughed “oh yes, I have a very hard exercise in mind.”

She spotted Aedion in the distance and weaved at him “Aedion is here. I gotta go.”

“Be safe, okay?”

“You too, captain. I am getting quite fond of having you around.”

“Bye menace.”

Aedion found her within minutes and hugged her as if he hadn’t seen her in a lifetime.

“Welcome back.” He squeezed her “give me your bags.” He grabbed her stuff and they walked back to his car “how was you holiday?”

“I had a good time.”

“You seem happier.”

“How is the station? Is it still standing?” She changed the subject. She had no intention of talking about her time with Rowan with her cousin.

“It is still standing. We had a few interesting calls, but nothing we could not handle. The team we got from west is blending really well in our team.”

“Good.”

They arrived at the station not long after and once she got off the car Lysandra and Elide ran to her and hugged her fiercely “I was away only for four days.”

“We missed you.” Then Lysandra grabbed her arm and pulled her to the lockers room “get changed and talk.”

Aelin opened her locker and dropped her duffel bag inside it and took out her uniform “So nosey,”

“You have just spent four days with hot captain. Come on girl, we want details,” and both women sat on the bench.

“We had a good time.”

“And?”

“And it was relaxing.”

“And?”

Aelin removed her clothes and remained in her underwear “and that’s it.”

“You are telling me, that you just spent four days living in his flat and you two did nothing?”

“I am not telling you anything.” She wore her trousers, then grabbed her top and finally her blue shirt “things happened but they are between us.”

“Aelin, I have a bet to win.”

“I knew it.” Shouted Aelin, fixing her hair again in a tight braid.

“Well, they had to concentrate on a new target since Aedion and I are off the betting pool.”

Aelin stopped and turned to Lysandra and the woman showed her her fourth finger now carrying a gorgeous ring.

“Holy fuck, he did it. He finally proposed.”

“It was beautiful,” said Elide dreamingly.

“He did it here at the station?”

Lysandra nodded “he waited for me and Elide to come back from a call. He placed loads of candles in a heart shape in front of the rigs and as we drove back in he stopped in front of the ambulance on one knee. And then he proposed.”

Aelin hugged her best friend “this is amazing. So friggin awesome.”

“So nothing happened with hot guy?”

Aelin looked at the clock. She still had twenty minutes before the start of the shift “Fine. Just as an engagement present.” And she took a seat beside the two women “Rowan and I, we… had a great time.” And at her expression, Lysandra squealed and Elide smiled as well.

“Is he good?”

Aelin laughed “he is… very skilled.”

“Holy shit. How many times? Where? Any naughty places?”

Aelin knew this was going to happen. She and Lys had always shared such things “the first time we did it three time. The night I arrived in Doranelle. And we did it in the sea and on an empty beach.”

“Ok, I am really jealous right now.” Asked Lys grabbing her friend’s hands “what does this mean?”

Aelin shrugged “he is away for two more weeks. Once he is back we… will discuss things.”

“Ok, from a scale from 1 to god, how good is he?”

Aelin laughed “definitely god.”

“And is he…?” Lys’ eyebrows lifted in a suggestive manner.

“I am not telling you that.”

“What does he do to be a god?” Asked Elide shyly.

“Make you scream so much the neighbours thinks he is torturing you.” Explained Lysandra deadpanned.

Aelin laughed and grabbed Elide’s hand “don’t worry about all of this.” She said tenderly “how is it going with Lorcan?”

Elide blushed savagely “really well. I… I told him about… me.”

“And?” Asked Aelin curious. She hoped the man had been nice to her. She knew where his office was.

“He has been nice about it. He promised he’ll wait for me and that when I feel ready he will show me everything.”

Aelin chuckled “Good.” Then looked at the clock “girls, let’s go.”

The team was having a relaxing night in front of the tv. Aelin was on the comfy chair  her legs draped over the arm, reading a book. Rowan’s manual on flight techniques that he had lent her. After he had shown what he was reading at the beach she had started getting curious and wanted to be able to impress him upon his return. Her phone was in her lap and they had been texting all evening. She was hoping in an easy shift when the dispatch alarm went off. Everyone jumped and she and Aedion took a rig each after the announcement called for two engines and the ambulance.

Aelin ran to her turnout gear and got dressed super quickly and jumped in the engine.

“Did I hear correctly?” She asked Nox who was already at the wheel ready to go “are we going to the airport?”

Nox nodded.

“Those bloody civilian pilots.” She joked but no one got her and she wished Rowan was there, he would have loved it.

They arrived at the airport and Nox stopped the truck. Aelin got off and met the man in the car with red flashing lights “Follow me. We have a collision between two aircrafts. The big one then crashed into the hangar and we have people trapped in there as well.”

Aelin ran back and they followed the car and when they reached the accident site they were not ready for the carnage in front of them. The plane had slammed into the hangar and a raging fire had enveloped a side of the aircraft. Aelin searched for the second plane but could not see it. She jumped off the truck and went back to the man to get an idea of what they were dealing with.

“I thought you said there were two aircrafts.”

The man silently pointed at the remains of a smaller aircraft under the bigger one. There was nothing left and the smaller plane had been reduced to smithereens.

She went back to her team and started shouting orders “Manon, Asterin, try and crack the aircraft door open and see if we can save someone. Wesley, Kyllian you go with Ress and cover Asterin and Manon with water.” She ordered them “Ansel, you are on the aerial and get Manon and Asterin where they need to go.” Then she turned to the rest of her squad “Aedion, take Luca and Brullo and stop the aircraft fire. Remember that the fuel is in the wings.”

“How do you know that?” Asked Nox surprised.

“That is not important now.” She went to their engine and grabbed mask and oxygen tank and tools “Ren, Nox, you two are with me. We are going inside the hangar.” They all geared up very quickly and in the distance she noticed Dorian’s approaching. “Aedion, we might need to call west if it gets worse.”

Aelin and the two guys ran to try and find and entrance to the hangar but the frame of the plane was stuck inside it, blocking any access. “Be careful, there is jet fuel everywhere.” They walked under the wing on fire but they could not see any point of access inside the hangar.

“Can you hear it?” Asked Nox.

“Fuck, there are people still in the hangar.” The nose of the plane had collapsed as the landing gear had failed. Then she noticed it. A small passage near the nose. She removed her oxygen tank from her shoulders, pushed it through the opening and walked to the small hole.

“What are you doing?” Shouted Ren.

“Going in. I am the smallest of the three.” She kneeled and started to wriggle her body through the small opening “open up a bigger passage, we need to find a way to evacuate the civilians.”

Once on the other side, the heat was unbearable and fire and smoke made visibility impossible. 

“Fire department, call out.” She shouted to draw attention. A massive explosion rocked the hangar and she threw herself on the ground and rolled quickly on the side managing to avoid a piece of the roof of the hangar collapsing on her.

“Fire department, call out,” she shouted again. Slowly she began walking deeper in the raging inferno in the hope someone was still alive. Everything was collapsing around her. Then she heard it. A voice. 

“Fire department, call out.”

She heard the call again and tried to walk to the voice. Then she saw it. A person was on the floor and beside it there was another one. She ran to them.

“Are you okay?” The woman was in shock but alive.

She had a look at the man lying on the ground and searched for a pulse and found none.

“You need to come with me.”

The woman started shaking and Aelin pulled her up on her feet. She had no time. 

“Go through there, there are firefighters outside. They will help you. You are safe.”

The woman nodded and kneeled and slowly slithered through the small aperture.

“Ren, there is a woman coming out.” She shouted.

“We can’t open a passage. If we do this side will collapse completely.” Shouted Nox in a panicked voice.

“Go through the other side, go through the nose, but I need a fucking bigger passage.” and she left again not waiting for a reply.

Manon had cracked open the door of the aircraft and she and Asterin had made their way inside. The cabin was full of smoke and fire had started to spread from a gash that had opened where the wing was attached to the fuselage. Manon smelled fuel and knew they had to be quick.

“We are with the fire department. If you can walk we need you to follow us and evacuate the aircraft immediately.”

Asterin walked deeper down the aisle “cover mouth and nose with something.” She noticed a few injured people “Manon, you take those who can walk.”

Manon nodded and directed people out of the main door and once at the aerial she shouted for Luca.

The young man climbed the aerial very swiftly “I am passing you some passengers, make sure they get down safely.”

Luca started ferrying people back and forth leading them to safety to two waiting Lys and Elide.

Asterin heard a few ominous sounds and pushed the people down the aisle, Manon joined her and together with the last two passengers they ran into the cockpit and slammed the door shut when an explosion rocked the plane.

Luca flattened on the aerial and covered the person he was accompanying, with his body.

On the ground Aedion and his two men took sheltered from the explosion and Dorian did the same. 

“Evacuate the civilians quickly.” He shouted over the noise.

Lysandra and Elide took all the survivors to the ambulance that had been parked at a safer distance.

“Aedion, I want that fire under control.” Dorian barked again “we are getting close to the collapse point.” then he realised he was missing one person “where’s Aelin?”

“Inside,” and Nox pointing at the hangar.

“Alone?” Shouted Dorian in rage “you let her go inside alone? That is not protocol.”

“She was the only one who could fit through the small gap.” Ren bit back, not caring if he was being disrespectful to his CO. “Nox and I are trying to open a second gap but the fuselage is the only thing holding up the hangar right now.”

Dorian slammed his hat on the ground and tried to call Aelin over the radio but no response came over.

Aelin knew she was lost. She had found two more people beyond saving, but she did not give up. The heat was becoming worse by the minute. She continued walking until she spotted two figures hiding in a corner. They were alive “Fire department,” she shouted. The two people waved at her. One was badly injured “can you walk?”

“I can manage.”

“Lean on me,” offered Aelin to the man. Slowly they crawled back to the nose of the aircraft and as she did with the first person she pointed the exit to them.

She looked at the small screen on her wrist and noticed that her oxygen was running low.

“Shit.” She probably still had fifteen minutes. She could try and save someone else.

Dorian saw the two people come out of the passage and for a moment he hoped a third one would appear as well but Aelin never did. “Where are you?” He whispered to her.

Aedion got the aircraft fire under control, but not yet the hangar and Nox and Ren could finally work on opening a bigger passage for them to go in. They knew it was a race against time. Chances were Aelin’s oxygen was running low and they had to get in and find her quickly. 

Aelin’s breathing apparatus beeped signalling her that her juice was up. She had moved even deeper in the hangar and she had lost sight of the nose of the plane, her only landmark to her way out. All around her there was nothing but fire. She threw the air tank on the ground, now exhausted and useless. She removed the mask and the stench of jet fuel hit her. The smoke grew thicker and she began coughing, her lungs burning at every breath. She placed the mask again against her face and walked a bit more searching for more survivors.

Aedion saw it happen in slow motion. He was helping Nox and Ren opening a new passage to the interior of the hangar when the structure folded on itself. The material, now compromised by the crash and the heat had given up like a house of cards in the wind.

“No… no… no…” said Nox frantically, “Aelin is inside. Fuck it, Aelin is still inside.” He shouted.

Aedion turned to him with a dangerous glare in his eyes.

He ran to the engine and went to grab his oxygen tank but Dorian stopped him “you are not going inside.”

Aedion freed himself from the man’s grip “I am going in and I don’t give a fuck. I am not letting her die in there.”

“You can’t go in there.”

“If you love her as much as you claim you will let me go in and save her.” Aedion wore his gear in defiance.

Dorian tried one more time to stop him but Aedion did not listen and slowly crawled through the passage they had managed to open. 

Aelin stopped and coughed a bit more. Her lungs and her throat were on fire. She could feel the fumes from the jet fuel starting to have an effect on her. She moved a few steps then she heard it. 

A moment later the whole structure collapsed on her. Her mask rolled away from her hand, and Aelin, trapped under the debris, sank into unconsciousness as the fire now surrounded her completely.

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A Very Affectionate S/O

Genre: Fluff

Characters: Oikawa, Sugawara, Nishinoya

Warnings:

A/n: I think affection doesn’t always mean kissing,touching or other physical contact; I interpreted this in a broader direction. I hope you enjoy!

Also sorry if this isn’t engaging at all. I’ve been at it since this morning but I keep getting distracted. I’m sorry.

OIKAWA

Honestly, Oikawa is more used to showing his affection than receiving. The only reason he has made himself comfortable with showing you love and affection is that he knows that he gives more time to volleyball and can hardly hang around you. So whenever you two meet, Oikawa wants to show you that he cares even if he may not always be present.

Whenever you show him that you love him, he feels slightly guilty because he feels that he does not deserve to be loved like this by you. It takes time for him to finally feel at ease with all of your fondness for him, but when he does get used to it... he is hooked.

He loves it when you place his head on your chest and gently rake your fingers through his hair. He blushes every time you hop into his arms and hug him tightly. He melts every time you place your lips on his. He appreciates whenever you give him your undivided attention, leaving your task that you were doing to focus solely on him. 

"You're more than what I deserve," he tells you in his more serious moments. 

Oikawa has had some past relationships, every lover he had been with had either left him or fallen out of love with him because they did not receive his undivided attention. He feared that you would do the same, but you always smile and tell him, "I love it when you do the things you love."

He is never out of place when he receives such affection from you, he thrives in it and returns it with just as much enthusiasm.

In other words, you two are sickeningly loving and affectionate towards each other, and Iwaizumi is this (🤏) close to throwing both of you lovebirds off the side of a bridge.

SUGAWARA

Sugawara thrives in your affections. He's totally in his element with your loving personality right by his side. It makes him feel confident about himself.

His favourite is when you hold his hand and gently trace his knuckles as you listen to him speak about his day.

He finds it in everything you do for him; when you make sure he is warm in the cold weather, when you hug him close, when you pack extra lunch so you can share with him during recess.

He loves that you’re not holding back your love for him, and he does not hold back either.

He responds to every touch with more, he looks after you more, cherishes you more, because he is very grateful that you are so fond of him and love him without any inhibitions.

“Baby, I don’t need anything but your love,” he tells you everyday. You often roll your eyes but you also tell him that he’s the only one for you.

The thing that he loves the most about you is that you still love him the same with just as much passion as when you were younger, even after being with him for so long.

You two are that one couple that meets in high school, love each other so hard, and keep loving each other till the very end until you’re both old and wrinkly.

NISHINOYA

First of all, ya’ll need to calm down. 

Nobody needs to see you two running towards each other in the hall in between classes like two lovers reuniting after staying apart for decades when it’s only been 40 MINUTES!

The two of you are equally affectionate with each other, Noya prefers to show his fondness through physical display like kisses and hugs, while you like to show your affections for him by supporting him in whatever he does.

He loves that you literally never say no; He wanted to go back-packing around the country, you’re immediately quitting your part-time job or taking a gap year from Uni to prepare for it. He wants to travel abroad, you’re sending him with a wide smile and a promise that you’ll be waiting for him with his favorite meal.

Nishinoya returns your affections ten fold. He’s always bringing you unique souvenirs from all of his travels. He sends you so many photos that you could fill up your whole freaking wall with zero empty spaces. Most of all, when he returns home to you, he never leaves your side. He holds you close, he doesn’t let you lift a finger and just breaths you in.

“Y’know, I’ve traveled the whole world but nothing beats home. Nothing beats you,” he tells you at night as he holds you close right under the million stars that decorate the night sky.

You’re literally his home and he is your whole world.