#then i remembered i've grown his hair in recent months

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Mama's Boy | Part 3

Pair: Jake x neytiri x human reader (trio couple) x sully children's

Warning: Kinda sad, cozy moments, conflict.

Note:I've had so many ideas for this mini-series. Cuz yeah, now I've turned it into a mini-series xD. I think it's going to have two more parts or who knows. But thank you so much for the support, by the way I recently opened a KO-Fi…. if you want to leave any tips or support I would appreciate it (it would help me to buy real coffee xD). But still we are very close to reach my followers goal, you guys are amazing.

AVATAR MASTERLIST | Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6(final)

You still couldn't believe you were with your family. Neteyam, kiri and tuk were helping neytiri prepare breakfast. Jake was next to you, while lo'ak had his head in your lap. The boy may have been twice your size, but he was always looking for a way to snuggle with his mother. He had his eyes closed, while you gently stroked his hair. "Looks like someone around here is falling asleep," jake says, watching as lo'ak settles more into your lap. You smile, bending a little to place a soft kiss on lo'ak's cheek. "He missed me so much, huh?" you speak, jake moves closer to you. For now he wraps his arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer to him. "yeah…he was hopeless" jake looks at lo'ak, he had definitely fallen asleep. "My poor beautiful baby" you speak. "You know he's all grown up" jake teases a little, but he does it with tenderness. You've always been that way with all the kids in the family. You were the mother who spoiled them.

On the other hand, you felt a little bad for lo'ak. You knew that these last few months must have been difficult for him. Of course, being away from you. The whole mess with the RDA. But the little problem between him and his father. Jake could be a little strong with lo'ak, always comparing him to neteyam. This situation had been the beginning of a few arguments between Jake and you. They never became serious and always looked for a solution. But you knew that if you were present things had to get a little out of control.

"Come here…the food is ready" says neytiri. You carefully lift lo'ak up, watching as the boy stands up and sits down. Everyone settles in together, neteyam runs as fast as he can settling in next to you. "Hey…move!!!" lo'ak pushes neteyam a little. "skxawng let me…I want to be next to mom too" neteyam and lo'ak start to fight. In a quick move you pull lo'ak's tail, dragging him hard so that he sits on your left side. "By eywa… Here's an empty space" you scold them both. Neytiri couldn't contain her laughter, they looked so cute. It had been a long time since the whole family had been together.

Breakfast was served very quickly, everyone was happy. Telling the anectodes they had lived, catching up with each other. The room was so bright and happy. It seemed as if nothing bad was happening. "mom I have to show you my ilu" says tuk excitedly. "ilu? What is that?" you ask because everything she was telling you was new to you. You had arrived in the early morning. And you hadn't left the marui at all, even jake sneaked you from the ikran to the marui. "They are a type of ikran…but aquatic" neytiri explains to you, this makes you more curious. "yessss mom you will love them, and the beaches…ahhh" kiri was so excited, planning everything she was going to do with you. But jake interrupts them for a moment, "kids…I know you are excited about your mother's arrival, but remember I still have to talk to the clan leaders" jake speaks, watching as all the family's faces changed to one of concern.

"Are they that bad?" you look at neytiri with concern. "They're not bad…tonowari is friendly and I'm sure she'll understand. But ronal…she's the problem" jake gets a little nervous, knowing he'll have to talk to them soon. "She's very problematic" neytiri says rolling her eyes back. "but mom isn't going to leave…is she?" lo'ak holds your hand tightly. "I'm going to stay?" you look at Jake, waiting for his answer. Jake caresses your face. "Of course you are…it's definite. Y/N is staying with us" jake speaks. Lo'ak moves closer to you, curling his hand between your arm. He looked like a larva next to you, and on your other side was neteyam imitating lo'ak. You squeeze their hands tighter, hoping they know you're not going anywhere.

After breakfast, neytiri insisted that you take a nap. The journey through the night and into the early morning had been a long one. So she adjusted the hammock she and Jake shared. "Here the three of us will sleep…it's very comfortable. You should get some rest," says neytiri, she was so excited about your arrival. She felt complete again. Jake completed a part of her soul, but you were her soul mate. You did everything together, the connection you two had was very special. "well you're right…I'm a little tired" you stretch out, climbing into the hammock to rest. As you were settling in, neytiri was talking to you. Until lo'ak approaches from the other side. "Mama!!!" lo'ak yells. Neytiri taps him on the head. "Be quiet…mama is going to sleep" neytiri scolds him, but you touch lo'ak's face. "What's wrong my darling?" you see lo'ak's little ears pull back.

"Then…are we going to make the bracelets we always make for my birthday?" lo'ak looks at you with wide eyes. Neytiri opens her eyes, and you look at her with concern. By your arrival they had both forgotten about the boy's birthday. "Of course we did…but mom needs to rest" you reassure the boy. Lo'ak smiles excitedly, walking away to go get everything ready for when you get up. "this day has been crazy and it's only just started" neytiri says, watching you laugh. She takes your hand and gives it a gentle kiss. "Rest" neytiri pulls away, leaving you to rest. You had to process everything that was going on, you settle a little in the hammock and close your eyes.

On the other hand, Jake had left the Marui after finishing breakfast. He was determined to do whatever it took to get you to stay with them. Jake arrived at tonowari and ronal's marui. The pair got up from the floor when they saw jake approaching. "hello…good morning" jake speaks, greeting both bosses. He felt like he was about to throw up, the matkayina clan had been so kind to them. He had recently accepted them into the clan, and now he was about to drop some big news. "How can we help you?" asks Ronal, inviting Jake to sit down. Jake sits down, placing his hands on his thigh nervously. "I came to ask you for a favor," jake says. Ronal looks quickly at his partner, tonowari signals jake to continue. "I know I haven't expressed myself honestly…but my family is bigger than you think" says jake. Tonowari now looks confused. What was this man talking about.

"I had to leave one of my children's mothers in the jungle, because it was dangerous for her to come with us. But recently I brought her here…to the clan," Jake says, swallowing hard. Jake was looking both leaders in the eye. "Another mother? How were you able to leave one of your mates? What was the reason?" asks tonowari. Jake settles back on his ankles, he was sweating a little. "The reason I couldn't bring her is that she's…she's a person from the Sky" jake speaks, there was a rather long silence for jake's liking." You're saying there's a demon living among us!!!" shouts ronal, the woman gets up from the ground. She looked upset. "No wait!!! She's harmless…I can" jake tries to explain everything, trying to make eye contact with tonowari. "Jake sully…what have you done?" tonowari looked annoyed, but calm at the same time. For some reason over the past few months the two men had become good friends. "She's the mother of my children too…I" jake is interrupted by ronal. Which was now in front of him. "How is it possible!!!?" ronal is hysterical, a demon in her clan. She couldn't allow something like that.

"Y/n…she is the mother of my third child, lo'ak. She carries, raises and is the mother of my son. I know it's crazy, but you must believe me. She won't do any harm, tonowari listen" jake tries to approach his friend. "She is part of the omaticaya clan, she is someone who has earned the trust of our clan. She is a na'vi" jake tries to speak as slowly as he can. " A na'vi…you're crazy!!!" ronal sits down next to his partner, taking his hand. "Jake…I don't think…everything you're telling me is a lot" tonowari is at a loss for words. "I know it's hard to understand and hard to believe. But I'm asking you to please let her stay. She is part of our family, if you want I can bring her here…and" jake is again interrupted by ronal.

"No…she won't stay here. It is impossible for a human to give birth to a na'vi child. Second she is dangerous, she is a demon!!!" ronal shouts, but that word awakens something in jake that he was trying to control. "SHE IS NOT A FUCKING DEMON…AND I ASK FOR A LITTLE RESPECT, BECAUSE YOU ARE TALKING ABOUT MY PARTNER AND THE MOTHER OF MY CHILDREN" jake yells, getting up from the ground. This action causes tonowari to become defensive. Imitating jake, getting up. "Jake you don't need to yell at my partner like that" tonowari confronts him. "And she shouldn't talk about my family like that" jake takes a deep breath. Preparing to exit the marui. "I appreciate everything you have done for me and my family….but if you don't accept her. I think it would be best if we left" jake speaks, exiting the marui in annoyance.

He knew he shouldn't have yelled like that, much less at Ronal. But he could let them talk bad about you. If there was one person who had never hurt anyone, it was you. Even in the great war with the RDA you never… had blood on your hands. Jake arrived at the marui, finding only you and neytiri. You were still lying in the hammock, while Neytiri was weaving a basket. You both looked so happy and carefree. Jake remains silent, watching as both women looked at him with concern. "Is something wrong?" neytiri asks watching as jake sits down next to you. "Jake?" you knew that face something had happened. Jake is silent for a good while, trying to calm down and get the news out that he was going to say. "I think we'll be leaving this place tomorrow…all of us" Jake says, Neytiri adjusts in her seat. And you quickly get out of the hammock, confused. "What are you talking about honey?" you speak. Jake reaches over and strokes your cheek, your partner's eyes reflecting frustration. "I tried to talk to them…but all they did was offend you" jake swallows hard, dragging the back of his neck. "I crossed the line…and yelled at ronal. I couldn't stand them talking bad about you" jake speaks, you hold his hand. Sitting next to him. "my eywa…what did you do?" neytiri was upset, she was tired of moving from one side to the other.

"If I have to go back to the jungle I'll do it…" you speak, but you see how neytiri and jake look at you with wide eyes answering you with a big 'No'. Jake was not going to let you go back to camp. The family had already decided that you would stay with them, no matter what. Now the problem was telling the kids the news, but they had to. That same day you broke the news to the children. While neteyam, tuk and kiri looked a little upset because they had to leave the place, as they were getting used to it. Lo'ak didn't really care, after his mother was with him. On the other hand you felt very guilty, this wouldn't be happening if you weren't here. You were the problem and it was killing you. Your people were already the problem that Pandora had, but now you were also the problem that your family had.

You were sitting in a corner of the marui, everyone had started to pack everything. According to Jake, they were leaving the next morning. Neytiri looks at you, you were wrapped up like a little ball in a corner. She knew you…she knew you were feeling guilty. Neytiri didn't care for humans, the only human she ever allowed in her life was you. You are the only human she trusts and loves. Neytiri knew that none of what was happening was your fault, she never blamed you or held you responsible for the cruelties your species did, she never would. Because for her you were another creature, as if you were a being apart from your own race. Neytiri approaches you, kneeling down to now be at your level. You look up, meeting Neytiri's gaze. She had a warm smile plastered on her lips. "You know I hate it when you feel guilty," says neytiri.

"But it is… and you know how true. I shouldn't be around you guys, I'm one of the biggest problems you have and I" you are interrupted, when neytiri in one swift movement grabs your wrist and lifts you off the ground. Dragging you into her arms, hugging you tightly. From the emotion and stress you have been carrying all these months you collapse in her arms. And you begin to cry, this attracts the attention of the whole family. Kiri quickly approaches, and accompanies neytiri in the hug and tuk also joins in. "You are not a problem for this family…You are not like them, you will never be like your species. I know…I bet everything on you" says neytiri, pulling away a little from the hug, to fix several pieces of your hair. "I get sad when you cry," says tuk, and you try to calm down, caressing the little girl's face.

Jake is packing things, with neteyam's help. They are both looking at the scene, Jake looks at Neteyam. He looked a little upset, "everything okay?" asks Jake, watching as Neteyam lets go of what he was doing. "I don't understand why they don't accept mom…she's our mother and…I don't understand" neteyam is frustrated. He wishes everyone could see you like they see you here. "teyam not all people think like us and have the same understanding. That's why we'll find another place…we'll be fine" jake taps his son on the arm. Jake turns all around, looking for lo'ak. "Hey where's your brother?" jake asks, neteyam lifts his shoulders. "Mmmm I don't know, he said something like 'I want to take one last walk'" neteyam speaks. Jake sighs loudly, he hopes lo'ak doesn't do anything stupid before he leaves, otherwise he was going to kill him.

On the other hand… lo'ak was determined to behave like a man, like a warrior. He looked for tsireya, the girl was talking to roxto when he saw lo'ak approaching her. "Hello!!!" the girl got excited when she saw him, lo'ak had been missing for a long time. "Hi…hey can I ask you a favor?" the boy asks. Roxto and tsireya gave each other a look. "I need to talk to your father" says lo'ak, he looked determined and confident. "Ahh I don't think so… dad talked about something like he had an argument with your father and I don't think it's the right thing to do" says tsireya.

"I know…but that's why I want to talk to him. I'm sure he'll understand me" says lo'ak. The girl thought for a moment, she didn't think it was the right thing to do. But something told her she had to let him talk to her father. "Ok…come with me" says tsireya, starting to lead lo'ak towards the familiar marui. Ronal was not in the marui, and to lo'ak's luck there was only tonowari. The man sees who is accompanying his daughter, and sighs aloud. "What brings you here?" says tonowari. Lo'ak greets him respectfully. " Dad… lo'ak wants to talk to you" says tsireya.

"But I don't want to talk to him," says tonowari, going on about his business. The girl looks worriedly at lo'ak. But he steps forward. "Sir…please, I need you to listen to me" says lo'ak, making eye contact with the man. Tonowari thinks for a moment, but agrees. Tsireya steps away and leaves them alone. "Why don't you sit down boy" says tonowari. Lo'ak sits down, in comparison to his father. Lo'ak had a serious and determined posture.

"Go ahead…I'm listening" says tonowari. Lo'ak clears his throat and takes a deep breath. "I know you and my father had an argument this morning, and it was about my mother. I know it's hard to understand, that a human is the mother of a na'vi. But look at me…I am proof of that" lo'ak points to himself, raising his hands to show you. "Take a good look at me…I am a hybrid…a mixture of my father and mother. And I'm still a na'vi. You people may think I'm a monster," lo'ak says.

"I don't think that…boy, she is a sky person, they have destroyed everything they touch" says tonowori. "But my mother hasn't destroyed anything and anyone. She is the best person that can exist. She has been through so much… I just want her to be with us. For her to be safe, because she is in danger too." Lo'ak moves closer to the man. "Please give her a chance…a time of trial. And if she does not convince you, we will leave. But I swear to you my mother is not dangerous" Lo'ak is practically begging to accept his mother into the clan. Lo'ak had never been one to beg for help, but for you. He would give the world, he needed you to be here. And he also knew that the whole family needed you.

Lo'ak gets up from the floor, tonowari said and spoke nothing. He just looks seriously at the boy. Lo'ak thanks him for taking care of him and starts his way to the marui. When he arrives he sees how the whole family was packing. "Where were are you?" asks neytiri. "I was saying goodbye to my friends" says lo'ak, walking towards you. Neytiri gives you a look and you signal that you were in charge. Lo'ak sitting down next to you, laying his head on your shoulder. "Mom?" lo'ak speaks softly, just for you to hear. "Yes?" you speak, as you go about your own business. "You're awesome, you know that?" lo'ak says. Feeling you stop, you turn to look at him. You press a kiss to his hair, and he swears he sees your eyes fill with tears. "I know honey…I know" you joke. Lo'ak is just waiting for tonowari to think about what he told him. he needs eywa to help him.

P.s. This part was going to be longer, but I think I got carried away. XD So I split it so there would be another part, I hope you like it. Wait for the next part <3

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Out of Business

Pairing: Alastor x Carmine!Reader

The next part of this

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He lurked in the background, observing the lovely doe before him grazing on grass. She was a sweet thing that was none the wiser of his presence as he slowly snuck up towards her.

He did his best to muffle the static radiating off him. He was normally able to keep it under control, but lately, he'd been out of sorts. He could deny it as much as he wanted, but everyone knew what was happening. Further proof came in how he spotted the markings of a nearby tree as he got closer to the doe, leading him to release an audible growl, alerting the doe of his presence.

It was too late for her, however, since a large, dark tentacle pierced her middle, killing her in an instant. He pounced on the carcass and took a giant chunk of it by ripping it with his teeth. For the majority of the time, he isn't so primal with his food and takes his time with it. That day and the past few had him unreasonably angry at everyone and everything.

He was mad at Carmilla for speaking with him, Y/N for not giving him a chance to explain himself, and at himself for letting her go. At that moment, he was mad at what was carved on the tree, which now looked over him and made him feel more judged for his recent actions.

It didn't help that he still remembered how the markings got there...

Months ago...

"Husker, my good man! I need you to serve only the finest bottle of wine tonight, you hear?!"

Everyone was caught off guard by Alastor's presence, seeing him trudge down the hotel stairs more animated than usual.

"I want things to be 100% top-notch this evening for me and my gal,"

"Aww, Alastor," Charlie approached him at the bar with curiosity and intrigue. "Do you have a friend stopping by?"

"Suppose you can say that," Alastor replied, still practically beaming as his shadow was conjured up with a mirror so he could adjust his bowtie and spruce up his hair. "I'm inviting a special someone to the hotel. Someone I've grown accustomed to after spending time with her."

"Oh shit! Am I hearing things right?!" Angel was the next to approach Alastor after hearing this bombshell. "Big, scary Alastor found someone he's willing to get it on with?"

Alastor snapped his head away from his reflection to glare at Angel, but it was only a second or two before regaining his composure. "I wouldn't put it so crudely, but yes. I have been courting someone."

Charlie practically squealed upon hearing the news. "That's great! I'm so happy to hear such news! She must be quite special to get you so happy and want to make this a lovely night for you both."

"Special, or out of her fuckin' mind..." Husk grumbled from the bar so only Vaggie, who joined the rest of the group, could hear and silently nodded in agreement.

"Thank you, my dear. I do request one thing. My lady love is a very private person and would rather keep our relationship under wraps for the time being. I assume you all can refrain from any gossip that can be conjured from our romance."

"Of course! Your secret is safe-"

"Why exactly do we need to keep this a secret?" Vaggie interrupted her girlfriend to offer the usual suspicion she reserved just for him. "You're not trying to rope us into some shady business, are you?"

Alastor refrained from rolling his eyes. She was always so distrustful.

His relationship with Y/N might've started as a potential business and a possible deal, especially since it was so easy to capture her heart so her soul would've been no problem. The more time spent with her, however, it instead was slowly turning into something else - something dearer that left him so unsure. Instead of him getting something out of her, he always made sure she'd want for absolutely nothing, no soul required.

He wondered how he could've gone through life and death not knowing such an endearing, trusting darling. She was kind and gentle but didn't possess any of the bubbly naivete Charlie did. She was not only aware of where they were but also came from a family of assailants and weapons dealers who raised her to be alert and to fend for herself. He both feared and admired that along with how she accepted him for who he was and never judged the darkest parts of himself.

It was all so new and a bit alarming, whatever this was. He just knew he had to keep a good hold on it--

----

Alastor's thoughts were interrupted by a tapping at his door. No doubt Charlie chose to stop by to check on him after he charged back to the hotel a few days ago, after his fallout with Y/N.

It wasn't the princess' dulcet tones that implored him, however, after some insistent knocking. Instead, Alastor heard a more unwelcoming voice that under more proper circumstances he'd find entertaining.

"Alastor?" Vaggie continued to call out to him outside his room. "Come on, let me in. We need to talk."

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WUPDATE: CALL ME ICARUS

𝙵𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚢, 𝙹𝚞𝚗𝚎 𝟸𝟷𝚜𝚝 || 𝙳𝚒𝚍 𝚢'𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜 𝚖𝚎?

It's been a while since i've been around, for a couple reasons! I don't want to get too into depth on this post since "life updates??" had the least votes in the poll, but it more or less boils down to a rough start with the first half of the year. but i'm back! (hopefully for a longer period of time this time!)

y'all wanted to hear what was going on with our resident Mess™️ and boy do i have some news to share:

Firstly, we're coming up on one year of Icky baby being in the world! I can't believe we're approaching October already, it's like just yesterday I released that ball of messed up morals onto the world!

Speaking of book 1 being released, it's currently half off on my itch.io for pride month! due to my health complications and all that i haven't really been promoting this sale but i would like to push it a little bit before the end of the month!

that brings us on to the other end of CMI announcements: book 2 information

I am still focusing the majority of my attention on finishing Desecrate and getting Incorrect Eyes ready for publication, but I wanted to let y'all know that I have started drafting CMI book 2. I already made an intro post about it a while ago, but ΔΙΑΦΘΟΡΆ has started to take shape! I've shared a handful of lines with the Shit Show as they've come to be, and soon y'all will see them too as i start filling up my queue with tags that i've missed in really the past year (i have a lot to catch up on!)

I think the most exciting part of the drafting process for me has been getting to incorporate my own pain back into a story. I forgot how much of a crutch CMI was for that on my end. Sure, Kit may be a great way for me to process emotional pain, and Hunter may be great for writing about my mental illnesses and all, but Icarus? Icky baby has always been the way that I process physical pain. And hoo boy have I been in a lot of that recently! He's not having a great time right now!

Finally, i'm just gonna leave this screenshot from discord to really drive home how the drafting of book 2 is going:

(thank you @written-in-starlight for your kind contribution to my fuckery)

hi hello so you clicked on the keep reading button, you might as well get a treat for that! here are the snippies that illicited these responses:

Achilles wakes up first, adorably wiping his eyes with the sleeve of his—or is that Icarus’?—hoodie. He looks up at Icarus, the exhaustion and residual grumpiness of being woken up being chased away by unbridled happiness as he practically yells, “He’s awake!” He doesn’t stay in bed, jumping to the ground and rushing out into the living room as the words leave his mouth. Apollon takes longer to rouse, grumbling and trying to go back to sleep by curling around Icarus’ waist and pressing his face into his stomach. Icarus smiles down at him, a surprisingly genuine small smile, one that holds years worth of carefully hidden love and affection. He takes a moment to look at Apollon in a way he hasn’t had the chance to since the blond showed up in his apartment. Apollon has grown a lot in their time apart, that much was obvious. He is all harsh angles, sharp edges where Icarus distinctly remembers soft curves that he always loved to trace. He looks good, despite looking less human than ever. An effect of the Elysian Program, no doubt, looking like a spectre that has known never-ending stress for the past 10 years instead of love and care. His olive skin is glowing, his hair splayed out on Icarus’ charcoal sheets like a golden halo. His face is soft with sleep, his lips slightly parted and oh so tantalizing. They look soft, Icarus knows they’re soft. He reaches a hand up, moving to touch them but diverting at the last moment to reach up to his own cracked and dry lips. He wishes he had the chance to see his person grow into this gorgeous man, wishes that he could have ever had a chance to exist at his side.

and (this one is very rough, like this is still in my outline level of detail kinda rough)

Apollon uses Icarus’ neck as a chew toy on the one side, biting down hard as Icarus moans, bucking his hips up into Apollon’s. Icarus knots his hand in Apollon’s hair, tugging hard on the blonde strands, trying to re-gain dominance. Apollon growls at that, biting down hard again before saying “You are mine.” Icarus pushes Apollon’s hips forward as he backs against them again, getting so incredibly turned on by the possessiveness. That is, until he whispers in agreement, saying “I’m yours.” Then, Apollon pulls away, wiping his mouth as he looks down on Icarus with disdain or disgust. A sneer on his lips as he turns away and says “I thought you said I didn’t own you.”

ANYWHO thanks for checkin out this update! I can't wait to talk more about book 2 as it takes form!! I'm hoping to have it ready to go in 2026 at the latest, if not ready to publish by the end of 2025!

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❤ Destiny

[600+ words]

[GN!Reader]

Summary: Everyone is born with words on their wrist, words their soulmate will say to them someday. You have the words "I love you" written in golden cursive on your wrist. (Dream x Reader)

You have grown up fearing the words "I love you". When your first boyfriend says it to you for the first time, you start crying. The relationship didn't end up lasting long but in every relationship you've had, it ends not too long after they say they love you.

You can't say the words back. Not because you don't love them, you always have, but trying to force the words out of your throat only brings vile, disgusting throw-up clawing its way out of your mouth.

Nothing about that ever changed when you got into your most recent relationship. You got the same chest-squeezing fear the first time Dream said "I love you" except after hearing your explanation, he didn't leave. He promised you never to leave saying "I love you" so that you never had to be scared of something bad happening.

Until it did.

You have never trusted someone as much as you have Dream, he is a sweetheart, he cares so deeply, and he loves you in the most honest way you've ever had anyone love you. He's the first person you've ever told you loved, and he's the one you're most scared of losing.

You wanted so desperately for him not to be your soulmate, only so you never had to lose him. But life doesn't always work out that way.

You were walking home together after dining out at a local pizza place, hands swinging together as you walked. It's such a peaceful night, a full moon shining down from above.

"We should eat out more often," Dream sighed happily. "I've never had better pizza."

That was pretty true but, "You said you were going to diet with Nick," You point out. Dream groans, pouting dramatically at you. "You can't just abandon him. He needs you."

"That pizza needs me!" Dream shakes his head with a laugh. "But fine, maybe another time. When he drops it in a week, we can all go together."

You try to hide your fond smile, "You're the reason his diets don't work out."

"Oh please," Dream scoffs. He then pauses and nods, "Yeah no, that's actually pretty true. But I have helped him work out so it evens out."

You giggle at his cute pouty face. "Whatever helps you sleep at night, babe."

Dream can't even pretend to look mad, cheeks flushed at the nickname. He coughs, "I picked last time right? What movie do you wanna see today?"

"Maybe Coraline. I haven't watched it in a few months, I kinda miss the funky little clay people," Dream pouts again at your words.

"Hey, I'm the only little Clay person you need."

You press twin kisses to his freckled cheeks. "Of course, you are, babe."

You're both laughing as you walk down the street. All you can see is his face, his smile, and the way the moon bounces off his hair. Headlights light up every freckle, every strand of his stubble. There is nothing but Dream, his wide eyes, and you.

And then he's pushing you. You fall hard on your back, pushing yourself up instantly and staring, misty-eyed, at the car that's speeding past Dream's still body.

You can't remember much. You know you had started screaming only because people started pouring out onto the street. You do remember holding Dream's hand, carefully cradling his face. You were probably crying.

His eyes fluttered open for only a second and he smiled, teeth bloody, the second he saw your face. After a second of open-mouthed silence, his voice croaked out quietly. "I love you."

You don't remember anything more from the night. Dream didn't make it. You were gone soon after.

{《☆》}

[Whoops, forgot to mention it was "Last thing your soulmate says to you" AU. My bad. Anyway, Dream is my little meow meow. He might've lied about being blonde and his freckles but honestly I had no expectations (my mental image of him is still a blob, ngl).]

[Tell me any other sad prompts you have, I might end up writing them, who knows :)]

[L0v3, k1ng]

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[malereaderpage]

want you both | hamada asahi & kim junkyu

▶ top asahi x switch junkyu x switch male reader

▶ smut

▶ requested: yes

it's been a couple of weeks since you and asahi had sex. you two have spoken a few times, hung out to get to know each other more. you've met his parents. turns out his father is the ceo of a very well known company and his mother works under the same company so to get straight to the point, asahi and his parents are very wealthy.

you've told your friend, haru all about and he's genuinely happy for you. he has a boyfriend now. his name is yoon jaehyuk. you like jaehyuk. he treats your best friend very well and the two of you get along well. jaehyuk is like the big brother you've craved for. he's also very funny. you are at home, watching youtube on your tv when you get a call from asahi. you happily answer the call and place your phone against your ear.

"hey pretty boy. meet me at the club tonight, i've got some news for you." you can't help but become excited and nervous as hell at the same time. 'what could be the news?' you think to yourself. it's 5pm so after finishing the video you get ready to meet asahi.

you arrive at the club and enter. your eyes immediately search for asahi and you find him. you walk over to him. he's recently dyed his hair blonde and you would be lying if you said it doesn't suit him at all. you sit down next to him and he greets you with a nod. "oh hi y/n!" a dark haired boy greets you. he's sitting on the opposite side of you, next to asahi. "um hi...asahi who is this?" you ask him. "let's go talk in a room, it's too loud." he says, ignoring your question. you gulp. a ugly feeling creeps up you and you follow asahi and the boy.

you sit down on the bed, the boy doing the same while asahi chooses to stand. "so my parents wants us to...to get, um, married, y/n." your body stiffens and your breath hitches, your heart dropping. "w-what?" you ask. "i tried talking them out of it but they won't give in." he says. "okay, but, what about him why is he here? no offense of course.." the boy shrugs it off. "this is kim junkyu and he'll also be apart of this...marriage. he'll be married to both you and i as well." your eyebrows furrow.

"i don't really wanna get married in general...i'm still so young..." you mumble to yourself. "i need time." you say. asahi and junkyu understands and they let you go. this is alot to take in. that night you can't sleep. too many thoughts accompany your mind.

after a few days you get over it and accept it. you were grateful that asahi didn't message you as you needed time to yourself. you call him. he picks up immediately. "are you okay?" asahi, along with junkyu is worried to death. junkyu doesn't know you at all but he knows asahi very well and asahi really likes you and he likes asahi, so automatically junkyu has taken a big liking to you. "yes. come over. bring junkyu too."

you get to know junkyu more and junkyu get's to know you more. thankfully his parents gave you all three another month before the wedding. you find out you and junkyu are quite similar.

after a week or so you get a call from asahi. "y/n...me and junkyu wants you. meet as at the club?" you become excited. you've grown to like junkyu and you are pretty comfortable around him. you get ready and head to the club. once you arrive the same waiter tells you which room and it's the same room as last time. you make your way towards the room and knock. you hear a muffled 'come in' from junkyu so you open the door and enter. as soon as you close the door and turn around, asahi pins you against the door and attacks your lips.

you taste a mixture of alcohol and mint. he's tipsy though, you know because of his voice over the phone and he's stated before that he doesn't want to have sex with someone special to him while drunk since he'll most likely not remember the next day. you repsond to the kiss immediately and kiss back. your arms wrap around his neck as his hands goes to your waist. he turns you and guides you to the bed, still kissing. your legs meet the bed and you fall backwards, your back hitting the soft mattress and asahi's hands instinctively letting go of your waist to catch himself, allowing his hands to meet the mattress to aviod putting all of his weight on you.

he kisses down your neck and you hum in content. asahi stops and looks up at junkyu. he cocks his head and junkyu crawls towards you both. "why don't you two have some fun? get to know each others bodies...kyu here is a switch, gonna try and top him? hm?" you know you are down bad bottom for asahi and you'll never be able to top him, however junkyu? you don't know and you are quite excited to try and top the boy. asahi stands up and you turn onto your stomach and crawl closer to junkyu.

asahi get's comfortable and watches the scene unfold in front of him. he watches as the two of you start to make out. at first, he easily dominates the kiss. he get's you to lie down and he hovers above you and kisses your neck and sucks. you whimper and you feel junkyu smirk against your neck's skin. you switch positions and you hover above junkyu. you attack his lips and this time you dominate the kiss. you suck his tongue and is surprised yet proud when he emits a moan.

you grow confident and allow your hands to roam. your hands travles under his shirt and junkyu get's goosebumps due to your touch. he's loving this, you ontop of him and touching him. he's hard. so are you and asahi. asahi wants to destroy both you and junkyu so badly but won't ruin the both of yours moment.

junkyu's legs wrap around your waist and his hands travles to your head, his fingers finding your hair and gripping it tightly as you continue to skillfully kiss him. using his legs that's wrapped around your waist he presses down, forcing your crotch to come in contact with his. you can't help but moan into the kiss. junkyu bucks his hips and when he does he breaks the kiss and you immediately attack his neck. "please y/n...fuck me. just fuck me." he begs. you groan in response and pull back.

the both of you strip as quick as possible, the clothing irritating you both to the max. afterwards, you both clash again and kiss one another sloppily, hands roaming all over each others bodies. your hand finds his dick and his hand finds yours. your strokes are messy as your desire for one another has reached it's peak. your hand leaves his dick and push him down, his back meets the mattress as you go down on him. you take his dick in your mouth. you get a airy moan out of him as you bop your head up and down. he grips your locks and tugs which makes you moan, causing vibrations to travel through his shaft.

junkyu lifts up his hips. he's desperate for friction. you push down his hips and he huffs. you pull back and start to stretch him out. he becomes a whiny and squirming mess and you love it. you look over to asahi and he's still watching. your eyes meet his lustful ones.

he wants you both so badly but is holding back. you finish stretching junkyu out and enters him slowly. once fully inside you both let out a groan. after letting junkyu adjust and him clenching around you a few times you can finally move. your thrusts are slow and steady until junkyu begs for more. you pick up your pace, your thrusts becoming quick and your breathing becoming uneven. "faster." you groan. "i'm going as fast as you can you brat," you tell him. he giggles but is replaced with a loud moan when your thrusts become slow yet with a strong force. his back arches and you smirk.

you lean in and kiss him again. he whimpers into the kiss as you continue to pound into him with a slow yet a strong force. you move on to his jaw and then his neck. he let's out a sigh of content. "fuck." asahi curses under his breath as he watches the both of you. he's really horny but he won't dare to touch himself, not until the both of you are done. you focus on making junkyu cum so you start to jerk junkyu off, teasing him now and then you allow his climax to build up and he cums. you pull out, not allowing yourself to cum. "you could've kept going you know..." junkyu says, a bit disappointed. he wanted you to cum inside of him not going to lie.

you soon catch on and grin. "oh don't worry, i will cum inside of you." you reassure him and get off of the bed and approach asahi. you get on your knees and tug on asahi's pants. he gladly stands up and grips your wrist, taking you back to the bed and junkyu. you sit there, abit confused as he takes off his pants. he stops for a moment and gives you a glance. "the floor is dirty, i don't want you nor junkyu getting dirty." such a gentleman, you love it.

he strips and get's on the bed in front of you and junkyu, on his knees. "junkyu, suck." he demands and junkyu immediately obeys. you get on your knees as well and kiss asahi. asahi responds quickly and kisses you back. the kiss is full of lust and hunger. he groans into the kiss as junkyu sucks him off. you break the kiss to only attack his neck. his hand rests on your head, his head turning to the opposite side to give you more access. he moans lowly and both you and junkyu finds it so sexy.

asahi resists the urge to move his hips as junkyu continues to bop his head. he hums in content. junkyu picks up his pace and asahi's available hand finds junkyu's hair and grips it firmly, tugging as he grunts. "fuck." he curses under his breath. you have moved on to asahi's shoulders. after abusing his shoulders you go to his collarbones. asahi cums in junkyu's mouth. asahi attacks you and you yelp in surprise as your back meets the mattress. he immediately goes to your rim. he preps you and afterwards he enteres you impatiently. "just move." you tell him. "are you sure? so far i know you haven't been fucked in a while."

"i prepped myself earlier today. i'm sure." asahi takes your word for it so he moves and you begin to moan, asahi grunts, loving the way your walls clench around him. junkyu watches and starts to jerk himself off. his strokes matches the pace of asahi's thrusts. "g-go faster." you are desperate to be fucked by asahi. he makes you feel so good. he's addicting. asahi goes faster. he watches how his dick dissappear by going inside of you and he can't help but groan.

junkyu comes over and starts to kiss you. you kiss him back and your hand finds his dick. you start to stroke him. he comes closer and sits up to give you better access. junkyu can't help moving his hips, wanting more friction. asahi begins to pant as you continue to whimper and moan. he finds your prostate and hits it perfectly over and over. "f-fuck," you say breathlessly as your strokes stutter. your dick leaks of precum. you are close and asahi knows it so he grips your dick and you gasp. his strokes are rough and messy as he continues to pound into you. you arch your back as you cum. "going to cum inside of me like you promised?" junkyu smirks at you. you scoff and grin. "fuck yeah." you reply.

let's just say that it was a very long but enjoyable and unforgettable night for the three boys soon to be husbands.

[julesnull]

Hi!! How are you doing? How has your new year been so far? I hope well-- I was wondering if you've been working on any project recently! If so, mind... sharing some... wips/blurbs about it?

HELLO GALEN !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Very sorry I didn't get to this sooner cause I've been so inactive !! My new year so far has had it's ups and downs but pretty swag overall !! How is yours going? Tell me in the comments below <):3c I CUT IT CAUSE ITS SUPER LONG !!!!!!!

I got a massive case of art block and haven't had the motivation to draw for a few months, I did make a few things though !!

This demon guy !! He's one of my favorite ocs Devil and I actually drew him last night at like 2 am but I couldn't stop cause I was finally able to draw something !! I started rping with him when he was but a skroingly little fella and he's grown up a bunch so I drew him as a mature young man here, it's only a screenshot though cause idk if I can show him fully shirtless ?? ?? LMK IF YOU WANNA SEE THOUGH cause Im v proud of how it came out ! !!!!!!

Here's my current wip drawing wise !!! This is a new oc named Neytiri (I forgot where I got the name but apparently it's from avater ?? i love that movie so much but I don't remember any of the names :(( ) He's a priest that was cast out of his home town and CAPTURED by vampires in a spooky vampire castle. His scar is supposed to kinda look like a cross but idk if that came out so well ?? and it made his hair line all funkied up :(

That's basically all I did this month but I also painted !! I was feeling kinda stuck and I bought guache a few months ago so I tried to make a little portrait !! !! I think it could be better but it's pretty cool for my first try :] it wasn't supposed to be purple also I just forgot to mix yellow back in when I was mixin more paint lol

And this thang!! Just a little landscape thing I liked :33

I've been crocheting a lot though !! !! ! Here are some things I've been working on :3c

A wip scarf for Damien that my cat Muffles is standing on !!!!

This neat checkered glove thing I made !!!

An oddly dark strawberry inspired hat !!!!!!

This funky pride hat!!!!!!

The white band is the hem of a sweater vest, the blue one is the brim of a hat for my brother :333!!!

This unfinished checkered vest that's WAY too big for me :((((((

And these cute heart patches for my friend !! He's gonna sew them on his pants :33

Thanks for the ask pal !! ANd the opportunity to share all my projects !!!!! !!!

[kangmoon27]

My Father's Brother | JJK series E2

I'm here standing infront of the mirror looking at myself. Looking at may bare self naked. Those mark on my neck, arms and every part of my body is made by the man I trusted the most.

It was made by my uncle that I recently started to fantasize about did it to me. He fucked me hard, so hard but so good.

I should feel disgust, I should feel horrible, I shouldn't be happy about it yet I am. I've lost my mind, total lost my mind now.

But did he really mean what he did with me? Last night. Did he really wanted to do it? Or he's just drunk and didn't knew what he's was doing.

You're thoughts got interrupted when you hear an groan coming from your bedroom. You walked out of the bathroom and saw him sitting on the bed.

His had is on his head, probably having a headache as he was so drunk last night. His naked Infront of me, I bite my lips. I tried to stop thinking nasty about him but I couldn't.

He's so hot, the way his tattoo fingers massage his forehead, the way his abs is calling you out to touch then, the way his cock is laying on you bef staring at you wanting you to put him inside your mouth again. It was all so hot.

He wasn't the ggukie you've used to know everything about him changes and you hate the fact that his changes made you change the way you look at him and the way you feel about him.

He become manly while you become feminine. He couldn't just put you on his lap and let you kiss him on the lips, that's already a different scene now yet you still wanted to do it but not just as his nephew but as a woman who's ready to give him all of you.

But it is wrong, all wrong, you shouldn't be thinking about it. You shouldn't be looking at him this way. Feeling this way. He's your father's brother he's not just a stranger he's your uncle. Your uncle ggukie.

He finally noticed your presence. He turn his head towards you, you he closed his eyes and grabbed his curtly hair hard with the used of his hand.

He finally remembered everything, and he finally realized the mistake he made, he slept with his brother's daughter, he slept with his one and only niece knowing that he shouldn't have as it's forbidden.

He quick get up from you bed and started picking up his things, you came to him as he was about to walk out, you grabbed his arms yet he didn't look back.

"Get dressed up kiddo, this never happened, nothing happened" he said as he pushed your hand away from him and left.

"B-but something happened" you watches him as he walk out of your room and slowly closing the door behind him.

"Come on Jungkook, Yn is not that hard to handle she's already grown up it won't be hard for you to take care of her" his brother said.

"Hyung, I have different plans for my life that's why I came back here in Korea, and non of my plans is to babysit your daughter okay" Jungkook replied as he put the cigarette in between his lips.

"Come on Jungkook, you always love to babysit Yn before so what's the difference now" Namjoon tap his brother shoulder while Jungkook's attention is on the view Infront of him while he's leading on the balcony.

"It's different now, I'm already a man and she's not just a little girl she's officially a woman now, aren't you scared leaving your daughter alone" Jungkook said sounding a little annoyed.

"Why would I be scared, I know you love her so much Jungkook, and it's you I trust you man" Jungkook look at Namjoon as he dropped his cigarettes.

No he couldn't trust him, he just slept with her last night, there's no way his brother should be trusting him with his daughter, that's is what all the things that is in Jungkook's mind right now.

"Okay, but for two months, no extension" Jungkook said that made his brother smile and nod.

Jungkook watches his brother walk away from the balcony as he poke her inner cheek and course under his breath "fuck it".

You're on the bathtub, laying you head down, trying to calm down, but never tried to forget everything. Something happened and he should know that.

He open the door, he's completely nked, you open your eyes and look at him, he made his way towards you while you waited for him right there under the shower.

He come, he pulled you kissing you passionately while your body collided. The drip from the shower mad the hot tension of your body a little bit cooler.

You wrapped your right legs around his waist while he hold on to it and caresses your thighs, one spank on your butt and his kiss started getting aggressive.

His mouth moved down to your neck bitting it, you moan, you liked it, you didn't want him to stop, you want more. And he knows you want more so he gave you move.

He get down on his knees, licking your womanhood, couldn't identify if it was your precum or it was just the water cumming from the shower.

Yet he didn't mind that at all and you just keep tasting you, you're liking it. You beg for more and he gave you move. After you reach your climax he fucked you with his cock.

He pushed it inside you, didn't even let you adjust as he made you face the wall and fuck you from behind. It was your first and it hurts but soon the pain turns into pleasure.

The pleasure you will surly crave for. He fucked you from behind while spanking your butt. He fucked you hard on the front while your legs wrapped around his waist, both hands interlock to each other pinning on the wall and his mouth is making marks on your shoulder, neck and boobies.

He fucked you on your little mouth, he pulled your hair into ponytail and pushing your head back and forth, you play with his cock like a lollipop, stroking it and made him cum inside your mouth as you swallow it all.

Something happened and he can't just say it never happened. You open your eyes and sight after remember what happened last night.

"Something happened ggukie, you can't deny me" you said while laying on the bathtub thinking about him.

[dalialeigh]

CW: death of a close family member, chronic illness, grief. Just grieving really, turning it into a "what if."

"They said she's actively dying and we need to get there soon if we want to say goodbye." The words sound fake as I drive to my house to pick up my fiance, Draven.

"It's really happening..." I think to myself, it's been a long time coming and I've wished for this day so many times... So why does it feel fake. I drive to pick up my fiance and race to the nursing home my grandmother is staying at, she's been there for only a month and a half and was doing so well despite her illness getting worse. "I don't know how she's still alive," the words of the doctor echo in my mind as I park in the parking lot, waiting for my aunt to arrive.

"I don't want to go in but I'll regret it if I don't..." My voice is soft as I squeeze Dravens hand, terrified of seeing my grandmother dying. "She's been drugged this last week or so... Do you think she'll even notice if we're there?" I remember her last hospital visit, only 3 weeks ago when her carbon dioxide levels reached 105 and she was barely there. She was cold yet still breathing and calling for my uncle, who she hated up until recently, to help her dispite me and my Aunt Nell being there. Since that day, she's been sedated to prevent her from removing her oxygen cord, but it left her as just a shell.

"she'll remember," Draven says as he holds my hand. "She'll remember even if all she hears is your voice." His words encourage me so I take a deep breath as my aunt and uncle arrive. me and Aunt Nell hug briefly before going inside, terrified of everything. Once in Granny's room, which is decorated with her pink blanket, bingo plush, "gremlin" plague nurse plush, pictures of all of us and my cousins self portrait from over 20 years ago, she also has that picture up. Granny's staring up at the ceiling, mouth open as she struggles to breath like normal but it's different, it sounds like a struggle. Her nurses surround her as they talk with her but I don't listen.

I move first and I reach for her arm which is still warm. "hey granny, we made it." My aunt then moves and strokes her face, moving some hair away from her face. "Hey mama... You're ready to go?" Her voice breaks as she speaks, relived that her mother won't be in pain but struck with grief that she'll never get to see her physically again. Granny's eyes are the only thing that moves at first as she slowly looks to us.

"it's ok granny, you can go. We'll be ok so don't worry about us." I say as she stares at us, my aunt having gone quite as tears run down her face. The room is silent to me as I've grown used to the noise of her oxygen concentrator, yet I can barely hear that as the world seems to slow down. My aunt gives her mother one last kiss, "I love you mama, I got it from here... Go see Aunt Andi and Ellen, and tell Grandpa hammon hi for me." She squeezes granny's hand as she finishes her sentence. To me, the world freezes and times stops as granny reaches out to wipe a tear from Aunt Nell's face and squeezes my hand, we were always her girls. She smiles softly before looking up, closing her eyes and breathing her last breath, finally passing the way she wanted to.

[ohhcalamxty]

hello. its been a while? 5 years actually. what a place this is! what a trip down memory lane of many emotions.

a quick tldr: im 25 now, im engaged and live with my amazing partner and 2 cats. i am ed free (for the most part - i still struggle to love my body sometimes), clean, and i am in therapy! a place i never would have thought id be.

i didnt think id come back here like. ever. but ive been having nightmares of sam recently. its odd isnt it, how the brain works? i havent seen sam in 7 years? since the 2nd june 2018 to be exact, and yet he haunts me. why?

this is an odd correlation but recently i got into taylor swift. her music has been wonderfully cathartic and whilst i never assumed id be one of those girls who screams breakup songs and curses them at my exes....here we are.

TTPD (and most of taylors sad songs) unhealed me, so to speak, or at least awoke something in me. i wouldn't ever proclaim i have had bad relationships. i am always grateful for the time myself and owen spent together, and i am extremely happy with josh (I'd say 2/4 of my relationships being good is pretty huge) but here I am screaming and crying over break up songs at the eras tour and tearing up in the shower because they resonate with a point in my life and put my feelings into words in a way I've never been able to do.

elliot was interesting but i try not to curse his name so much as we were 14 and maybe he didn't mean what he did because he didn't understand consent, or maybe i am naive and too nice - i guess we'll never know because he quite literally dropped off the face of the earth! (Also, minor shoutout for him delaying dumping me because my grandma died! i do appreciate that at least!)

sam however....oh where do I begin with sam!

"Were you sent by someone who wanted me dead?"

I think I spent a lot of my teen years reflecting on sam, because well, he fucked me up so much. i mean how emotionally spent must I be to have nightmares of someone who I spent less than 12 months with at the age of 16, and then collided with again for a single night at the age of 19. Clearly we're fucked here.

I cannot find the words to describe you, and I'm unsure what i did to deserve a love like this. You had a girlfriend that you loved and were with for years, and then I (your close friend at the time) got dumped, and you make your move. We hang out a lot, cool, fine, nothing new as we were friends anyway. My mind is hazy on how it started or when we went from friends to whatever we were but it haunts me so much lmao.

The constant talks of i was the one, and that yes I will leave her for you. I fear nobody ever talks about being the other woman because its so odd - it isnt a flex, it isnt cool or sexy. it fucking sucks and it fucked me up but i liked sam so much i believed it. I mean picture this: you're 16, just lost your grandma, heavily depressed, self harming, riddled with an ed and have been dumped but low and behold your best friend tells you he loves you and plays with your hair and holds you. we go on dates and have sleepovers with friends (he still had a gf btw) hes fucked up too but he worries and cares about you more than anyone else, but at the cost of if you try to pull away he hurts himself, and threatens suicide (and believe me he'd do it) - stuck between a rock and a hard place aye.

"And the God's honest truth is that the pain was heaven And now that I'm grown, I'm scared of ghosts - Memories feel like weapons"

Less than a year of back and forth, misery and stringing along. I can't remember how or why it ended but I know it took a lot of attempts of pulling away (and him pulling me back) to get away. A lot of bits are hazy but I can assume it must have been around the time when I met owen? There are old screenshots on here of sam talking to me and they make me feel unwell (not an exaggeration) - his words (even after it all ended) and how he tried to act like he cared makes me feel like a pit inside (even now). I do however find it funny that my posts from 2015 and 2016 about him claiming hes ruined my life don't seem that dramatic now that im 25 and having nightmares about him.

"Oh, God rest my soul, I miss who I used to be The tomb won't close, stained glass windows in my mind - I regret you all the time"

I think I would have been ok if this was it. I don't think I would be grieving my past self, my girlhood, my naivety if this was all - i very much had support through my other relationships to help the sam trauma which i do appreciate. But it doesnt end here does it? Nah thats too easy.

"Cause it wasn't sexy once it wasn't forbidden"

2nd June 2018: Me and Josh had briefly split up. It was Karlies birthday and we went out in HTC (dire) and I guess because Hinckley is a tiny place and everyone goes to the same places we ran into a lot of people (some good some bad) - including Sam.

Ima be honest idk where he came from or who he was out with but there he was, buying me drinks, talking to me, I dont remember much but I can assume I was happy. I do however remember him leading me away, telling me we're heading to the next bar because that's where everyone else was going but we actually were heading in the complete opposite direction haha. god knows where we were going but on the walk we sat on a bench, i cried, i told him off, told him he ruined my life, he told me he'd missed me so much, he held me, i cried more, i hated him and then we just rinsed and repeated as he pootled me up castle street to wherever he was taking me. My friend rang me, I told them I was with sam, people came running (guess they all know hes bad news) and they (including josh, who was my ex at the time and ig technically hated me) beefed him until he left and that was that. I haven't seen him since - i still dont know where he was taking me or what his plan was. Sometimes I wonder what would have happened if I didnt answer the phone, sometimes I wish I hadn't and that maybe I deserved whatever would happen. Maybe I'm blowing it out of proportion, being dramatic, but the trauma of the emotions that 16 year old me feels is still there. It haunts me.

"Don't call me "kid", Don't call me "baby" Look at this godforsaken mess that you made me"

So here we are. I guess I'm bringing this up at therapy in a few weeks because these feelings won't disappear (and Honestly I'm not sure why they reappeared other than being repressed emotions). I wonder though, has this affected you as much as it as me? Do you feel bad about what you did? Are you suffering? Do you think about me? Do you feel bad that you had such control over me or did you enjoy it? Claiming you've lost sleep over me and that you want to protect and help me? Was any of it true I wonder.

"And did the twin flame bruise paint you blue? Just between us, did the love affair maim you too?"

I suppose I'll never know, but I can only hope that memories of me haunt you as much as they haunt me. I hope you get everything you deserve, and I hope I can heal. My skin is no longer the skin you touched, I no longer physically feel you, and I hope one day my memories of you will be hazy and faded, and I don't need to jump at ghosts anymore.

And my therapist wonders why I really dislike men huh.

[chrisburke]

1. favorite song?

Oceansize - The Frame

2. favorite type of dog?

Shar pei or chow chow

3. least favorite scent?

Bacon

4. mustard or mayonnaise?

Neither, I've never tried any sauce

5. hotdogs or burgers?

Burger (Filet O'Fish)

6. favorite type of melon?

Cantaloupe

7. ever eaten playdough?

Not that I can remember!

8. what was one weird thing you ate as a kid?

Thankfully I can't recall eating anything strange

9. favorite number?

7 (thanks to David Beckham)

10. favorite dwarf from snow white?

Dopey

11. what do you think is/would be the hardest language to learn?

Russian, Chinese or Japanese

12. strangest word you can think of?

Onomatopoeia

13. four jobs you would never want?

Meat factory worker, lawyer, doctor, cleaner

14. which color do you never wear?

Pink

15. what's your least favorite thing to go shopping for?

Everything! I'm not a fan of shopping

16. what's you favorite body part?

idk

17. any weird traditions in your family?

Nope

18. what is your most irrational fear?

Crumbs

19. favorite internet friend?

Tink, hands down. She's awesome!

20. dumbest movie you've ever seen?

Dubbed and Dangerous

21. favorite season?

2013-14 winning the league cup (or summer)

22. worst grade you've ever gotten?

F

23. What's your (full) name?

Christopher Paul Burke

24. highest floor you've ever been on?

86th floor of the Empire State Building

25. what's the longest you've gone without sleep?

3 days

26. what did you want to be when you grew up?

Footballer when I was 7-12 and musician from 12 onwards

27. what's the longest you've ever grown your hair?

Shoulder length! I just got it cut last month and donated my hair to the Little Princess Trust

28. favorite toast topping?

Everything - I don't like toast

29. most disgusting food combination?

Crisps on a sandwich

30. left or right handed?

Right

31. ever accidentally injured someone else?

Unfortunately yes, I broke a kids leg while playing football at his birthday party :/

32. most embarrassing thing you've done/said when you were drunk?

I don't drink so thankfully no regrets!

33. favorite foreign food?

Prawn dansak curry with pilau rice and peshwari naan

34. ever been banned from a public place?

No, I try to behave myself!

35. ever destroyed a library book?

No way!

36. most money you've ever had in your bank account?

Good try HMRC...

37. most jumps on a pogo stick?

Not a clue. I've not been on a pogo stick in about 20 years!

38. favorite fastfood chain?

Hmm... Carl's Jr

39. favorite german/french/whatever term?

German: Swingie

40. are you a hat person?

Not really tbh

41. how much did you weigh at birth?

9 pounds

42. least favorite boys name?

Barack

43. least favorite girls name?

Ryan

44. favorite boys name?

Paul

45. favorite girls name?

Bueno

46. do you know what bread pudding is? have you ever tried it? what's your opinion on it?

I know what it is, but I don't think I've ever tried it

47. if you could change your ethnicity/where you were born, what would you change it to?

Change my place of birth to Laguna Beach, CA

48. have you ever stolen anything?

Never!!!

49. would you rather be cremated or buried?

Frozen!

50. have you ever donated to a charity? what charity?

Yes, to lots of charities. Most recently I've donated to The Orangutan Project

[putuponpercy]

Thomas: But I didn’t even say anything! Edward: Your face says enough. Be nice.

[kpopscruggles]

Night Like This - Heeseung

Genre- Smut, just some filthy shit per usual

Word Count- 2439

Warnings- Mature Language, Sexual Content, Begging is a lil slow, I wrote this randomly at around 12am (sorry for any typos), use of degrading, listening to others sexual activities, maybe the reader grows a little obsessed, a lil praise at the end, unprotected sex (staysafeplease), Slight oral (m receiving), roommate Heeseung.

Summary- reader gets a new roommate and slowly grows the need to have him, when finally getting him she knows he cant go without this ever again, why not make a new roommate activity?

Pt.2

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I knew exactly how I ended up here, would I call myself a bad guy? no but could I have benefited differently? hell yeah. Recently I had grown excited at the thought of having a roommate and I had no problem with sharing a space with someone, I regret it because now I was sharing my apartment with a male I knew I wanted since he walked through the door.

Sitting on the couch of my apartment I watched the male come out of his room for the first time that day "Good morning" I added as I saw him turn to me in slight surprise before receiving a simple "Morning" back. I just smiled that I had finally gotten a greeting from this guy. Walking into the kitchen I gave him a smile before pouring myself some juice.

"Finish packing okay?" I asked as he turned to me, his body leaning against the counter as he nodded "Yeah it's a nice place and spacious for an apartment...looks like..were officially roommates" he added giving a small smile. At that moment I knew I was fucked, now I wasn't hostile and I wasn't some creepy bitch but he was hot.

The messy hair peaking at the top of his hoodie, the loose sweats that seem to still fail at hiding the obvious morning wood he had, the slender fingers that wrapped around the glass of orange juice..god his hands made that cup so small. He was a good-looking guy and I knew for a fact he had the idea of how much he could affect a person. His smile, his smile surely wasn't helping either..the one thing that made him seem so innocent.

"I'm..well sorry I've been a little quiet...I don't want to seem off it's just I have never shared an apartment with a girl and I don't want to say something that makes me come off as a hormonal ass" he chuckled as I shook my head "No I completely get it, believe it or not, I don't want to seem that way either".

That response was true, yet so damn hard to follow.

I wanted him, it had come to the point wherein only a couple of months everything he did I took into mind...but it wasn't until one night I knew I wanted him, his touch, the feeling of him. My thoughts of him using me how he liked was taking me over and the guilty part of me was only getting beaten down with the thought..the filthy thought of how he could use me...

Use me the way he was using these girls almost every weekend.

I wanted to be that girl.

I needed to be that girl.

Laying in my bed bit my bottom lip as I heard him whisper to the girl as the front door shut, the whisper of him demanding her to be quiet or she wouldn't get what she wanted. Him. The thins walls of this apartment working so hard to kill me, the sound of him pushing her onto his mattress.

"Is this what you wanted? to be fucked dumb?" I would always remember that statement he made to her, my mouth muffling my whimpers as I felt the warm pads of my fingers slowly circling my clit...I was desperate and I had to cum at this point.

The way he made that girl scream for more...more of anything he was willing to give her, the grunts that left his lips followed by every small knock on the wall as I knew he was pushing deeper into her. How his moans only got louder the closer he was to his orgasm, my body only growing hotter as I slipped my fingers in my begging hole matching the rhythm as much as I could.

"F-fuck" was all I could mutter as I covered my mouth again but couldn't stop my fingers, the loud sound of skin to skin, his moans getting louder. The thought of him pushing his cock into me, my hole taking every bit of him in a way to beg for his cum, the feeling of his slender fingers wrapping around my throat as he called me out for the slut I was.

The tight ball only grew in my stomach as I pushed my finger deeper feeling my wetness slightly coat my sheets, my back arching higher than ever as I imagined him using me how he liked...I had to hold back...I had to enjoy every moment I had to hear his noises. The way he knew she was loud and only wanted to hear more, practically demanding it from her.

I felt a loud gasp leave me as my free hand gripped my sheets, my hips shuttering as I felt myself tighten around my fingers once a heard the slightly strained groan leave his lips as the girl begged for him cum. I held my breath trying to hold back my moans as I heard his uneven breathing slowly leave him.

Slipping my fingers from myself I groaned softly feeling the guilt run over me again, why was I guilty? Feeling the tiredness run over me I let the feeling subside. This was something I'd keep to myself and no one would have to know about it.

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The next morning I poked at my eggs as I heard his door open, the messy hair and the same sweats but this time what caught my eye was the red scratches on his sides and the few bite marks that happened to be on his neck leaving the reddish tint, Feeling nothing but butterflies in my stomach I watched how he eyed the girl up and down as she walked to the front door, the way she purposely swayed her hips to tease him and the way he obviously enjoyed it...I felt envy..nothing but envy.

Once she walked out the door I sipped my juice "Enjoy yourself?" I asked as he turned to me before letting out a soft chuckle, Seeing him sit next to me I poured him a glass of juice "I did, I really needed it to be honest with you".

"Is that how you handle your stress?" I asked as I saw him nod while drinking his juice, sitting the glass down I felt his slightly tight grip on my shoulder "You mean to tell me you don't find a way to please yourself if you stressed?" the way he licked his lips waiting for my answer I just felt my cheeks grow hot "N-not with someone usually" that was all I could respond with.

Feeling his hand goes from my shoulder to my thigh only made my cunt ache as I watched him lean closer "Well...if you ever need some relief I surely don't want you to be afraid to ask me, I would love to hear you moan from last night except you could actually be taking my cock... believe I would work so hard just to have you cum on my cock...have you make a mess in whatever way you liked" he whispered before felt him grip my thigh a little more.

"Are you already thinking about it? hmm? are you already getting needy?" he added giving a small pout as I let out a small whimper, he knew I was...he knew that's all that went through my head at this point. I gasped feeling his hand run over my clothed nipple, feeling it harden even more I then turned to him nodding.

"you know I want your cock...you know I want you to use me like a little slut" this only made him scoff "As much as I want to, I like to go after difficult things...this that aren't just mine" he added as I felt my heart sink to my stomach before watching him get up ad go back to his room.

He knew at this point how bad I wanted him, I groaned oud enough for him to hear before slouching onto the kitchen counter. Getting up I stepped into his room before walking to his desk, I looked down at him as he lightly rocked in his swivel chair...taking a huff I then fell to my knees "Please~ please use me...I know you want to...you said it yourself" I added practically tearing up in the eye at this point.

"L-let me make you cum, Hee..please let me taste your cum" I begged gripping his thighs as I watched a smirk grow on his face "Yeah? hmm...I wouldn't mind having your lips wrapped around my cock" He smirked only making me smile as I felt him wipe my tears away "I guess I could give in just this once if it means I get to cum" he added as I felt him hod my jaw.

"T-think of it as a distraction from your stress" I whispered before taking his thumb into my mouth as I watched him lean back onto his chair "FIne, get to work then...you greedy girl". I smiled again as I began palming him before rising a little as I felt his tongue slowly slip past my lips, the warmth of his tongue swirling with mine made me grow warm, pulling away I felt the string of saliva fall on my chin before giving him a grateful smile as I slily licked his tip over his sweats as my hand pulled the tie of his strings.

taking my fingers I hooked the under his sweats pulling down the material as I viewed the aching cock "You're lucky, I've been holding this all morning..so I expect something good" he added as I felt his hand move my hair behind my ear as I nodded "I will I promise" I whined before slowly pumping him in my hands as I watched the small bead of precum slip from his slit.

Licking my lips I slowly run my tongue over his slit as I watched him suck air through his teeth "Fuck baby don't tease me like that...trying to take an advantage of my sensitive spot."

Giggling against him I slowly slipped his head into my mouth lightly sucking on it as I watched him slightly sit up in his seat before gripping my hair, I gagged as I felt my nose suddenly pushed against his abdomen but the loud groan that let him only made me try to take that last little bit.

Feeling the harsh tug at my hair I felt his cock completely leave me before I looked up at him with my now watered eyes "Actually, maybe you to good for this...maybe I'll have to fill your cunt instead" he added leaning to me as I then accepted the kiss he offered. feeling the dap of saliva fall onto my tongue I then swallowed it making him smile.

Watching him get up and step from his sweats I immediately got off my knees as he dragged me to his bed, the feeling of my back on his mattress made me yelp but I could only smile as I felt him drag me to the edge of the bed aligning me to his cock as I let out a small sigh feeling the pressure of him against my clit.

'Just fuck me already!" I added as I rocked my hips just to feel his cock run against my slit, feeling him come closer I gasped once I felt him slowly slip into me "God, you feel so fuck good around me...I have to fill you up now.." He groaned before I felt him let my bottom half fall to the bed.

I watched him push my knees to my chest before pulling out making me whine, the sudden jolt made a yelp leave me as he slammed back into my hole. My eyes rolled back as I watched hick's cock slam into me over and over, gripping his arms I dug my nails into his skin crying for more.

"Such a dirty slut, practically crying over my cock, well now you got it baby...your mine now..you belong to me only" he sighed as I did nothing but nod, the repeating moans of his name left my lips as I felt myself tighten around him watching a smirk come ono his lips.

"F-fuck such a pretty view, already making such a mess...such a small cunt creaming on my cock, is this what you wanted baby? hmm? did you want my cock?" I nodded vigorously before letting my head fall back into the pillow as his thrusts felt too good for me to focus on anything else.

Feeling my legs fall to his side I took his hand wrapping it back around my throat I slipped his thumb back into my mouth muffling my moans as I felt him push deeper, the feeling of him running in and out making my eyes roll back.

"You can't even live without me filling you up...having your pussy beg for it..you don't even have to say a word" He groaned before gripping my hip with his free hand as he hovered over me still ramming into that exact spot. He was right, I needed his cock and at this point, I'd do anything to have it.

"Can I cum! P-please, let me cum!" I cried out before biting his thumb trying to hold back my orgasm, I watched him hiss at the slight pain before nodding "Go ahead princess, make a mess for me...do it all for me" he growled before placing his forehead against mine. My eyes couldn't leave his as I was on a slight brim of tears feeling my orgasm wash through me, feeling his lips crash with mine I whimpered feeling his thrusts slow.

His forehead was slightly wet with sweat and his bottom lip slightly bleeding from how hard he was biting it "Fuck i-i'm gonna cum princess, taking me so well...my good little slut" was all he could mutter before that groan left him.

The needy groan I had only heard hours before except I finally got to feel his cum, the warmth of it filling me to the brim made me shiver, watching him slowly catch his breath I felt my heart pound in my chest...I had finally got what I had been dreaming about for months...

"M-maybe we should have more nights like these? I suggested as we both tried to catch out breath, moving the wet hair from his forehead I watched his smile with his bottom lip between his teeth "Definitely...a new roommate activity" he added making me let out a small chuckle before accepting his kisses again.

[leahseclipse]

If I only could I'd make a deal with God, and I'd get him to swap our places | E.M

Pairing : Eddie Munson x gen ! reader

Warning : ST4 VOL2 SPOILERS, possible mentions of graphic details, coma, BUT it ends well, it's a fix-it fic !!

Summary : After the recent traumatic events, Eddie has ended up in the hospital and fell into a come. Reader visits everyday, in hopes he'll wake up.

A/N : yes I needed to do that after what happened 🥲 this is my apology for the other fic LMAO @smalluniversecollector

W/C: 1.3k

It marks one month since Eddie hasn't opened his eyes, today. One whole month without him.

Without the sound of his voice.

Without moving his arms in all directions like a sugar - high toddler.

Without the sound of his guitar playing.

He's just been there, laying in this bed, doing nothing else. I just wish he was awake.

Without the smell of whatever thing he'd smoke.

A month without all of those things. I have to admit, it feels empty, not having those in my life. It's like the world doesn't make sense now that it doesn't have him to fill it.

He's just been there, laying still, doing nothing. We probably couldn't have gone out of the upside down without injuries, so I just wished he had something that wouldn't keep him so long at the hospital at least.

I wish Eddie wouldn't be the one going through this. I've been feeling so guilty with my sprained wrist, it's nothing compared to what he has, and I wish we could've swapped places. I love him so much that I would do that for him.

But again , he'd be the one worried to death , just like I am right now. The one that wouldn't be in a coma would still suffer in some way.

I just wish we would just have something that wasn't bad at least. I wish he'd be there with me, and that we'd just have to laugh about a stupid sprained wrist and something else kind of broken, but not fatal for him. He'd play non-stop with his crutches if he had to have those.

We'd switch between his house, my house, Dustin's, we wouldn't stop moving around.

If only that was the only thing that happened. I wouldn't be here, sitting all day, hoping he wakes up.

"You know, I actually knew you before." Eddie said.

"You did?" I asked, surprised.

"In elementary school. You probably don't remember, because we weren't even in the same class. We never talked. I was... Much quieter before, the quiet type that wouldn't have the courage to tell he liked someone. I always watched you, from time to time. I still liked you, even with your bad haircut."

"That one was horrendous! How did you still like me?"

"I guess I just really loved you. And I will always love you, even if you get a messed up haircut."

If only Eddie saw what I did to my hair. I couldn't stay with this upside-down-monster-blood on my hair, even if I'd wash it, and it reminded me too much of what happened— so I just cut it off myself.

It's grown a bit since, but everyone can still see how badly cut it is.

But he won't care, probably. He'll still somehow find me pretty, in some way, even if I have no idea how. I'll probably mess with him a bit, it's funny when he goes into attorney mode to defend his case.

I hope he has nice dreams, at least. I don't want him to be trapped constantly in a nightmare. It's best if he dreams of hellfire, moments we had in the cafeteria, when we smoked under the bleachers, or when we skipped school because we didn't want to go to science.

That's what I want him to dream about.

As I got up from the chair, taking my stuff, I approached his bed and took his hand in mine. He still felt warm, he wasn't gone.

"I have to go back home, I'll see you again tomorrow though. I promise I'll be back. Sleep well." I said, kissing his forehead. I let go of his hand slowly, looking back at him when I stopped in front of the door, before leaving.

Eddie will wake up soon, he has to.

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Crossing the doors of the same hospital I've been going to for more than a month, whose every corner is no longer unknown to me; I went up to the staircase, walking up to the 2nd floor to the room that's almost at the end of the corridor..

Before entering, I took a large inspiration like I do each morning in front of that pale blue door. Maybe I'm just preventing a possible heart attack in case I open that door and find Eddie wide awake.

Unfortunately, that didn't seem to be for today.

I expected this. I'm no less deceived than yesterday.

I set my bag on the empty chair, taking out my radio and turning it on to stay in touch with the others in case we need to talk. Dustin's intermissions are the one I hear the most throughout the day, he's a good kid, always tuning in to talk to Eddie, in case he might hear.

I've heard Dustin took over for Eddie as the Dungeon Master for now, they're doing a special campaign Eddie had stored out for them, so every Friday, I keep the radio at a low volume by the bedside table. It kind of acts as a lullaby for him.

Discarding of my jacket, I walked to the window and opened it, letting out fresh air inside. Everything was fine, again. The world was back to normal, almost. No one can ever forget the students who died at the start of the year, so we're just doing our best to heal for now.

Being the paranoid I am, I rushed to wash my hand in the bathroom by fear of giving him some microbe that might ruin his recovery. I just have to do it, even if I cleaned them at the entry.

That damn mirror is still there for me to see my completely tired face that clearly didn't sleep for a full night. It's just been hard to sleep on my own, it's like I don't even know how to do it anymore. Not feeling his weight on the bed as I'm laying by his side feels strange, the bed seems too big for just myself.

I just have to be patient, again. There's nothing more I can do, I'm not a Cleric or whatever. I can't pull off miracles.

As I turned off the water and dried my hands with the towel by the shower, I walked in the direction of the door and I stopped.

Eddie goddamn Munson was staring right. at. me.

His eyes were clearly opened, it wasn't a hallucination from sleep deprivation, right?

Right?

For a minute, my mouth just hung open. I couldn't seem to let out a word.

"Am I dead or what? You seem like you saw a ghost." Eddie said, looking around at the monitors.

"I'm in a dream, right?" I asked.

"I don't even know if I'm real." He replied.

"Oh god." I started to cry, rushing to his side. "You're back."

"I am?"

"You made it out, you're not dead." I informed. "It's not a dream, Eddie."

"Come here." He said, opening his arms to me. I fell onto his chest, still crying a bit. "I'm here now."

"I thought you'd never wake up."

"Neither did I." Eddie said, brushing my hair with his left hand. "Did you cut it?"

Still laying against his chest, I nodded. "I did. It didn't grow a lot since."

"It's okay, it looks good, even if it's not cut right." He reassured me.

"I know. It's horrendous, but in a good way." I said.

"In a good way, yeah." He answered as I pulled away from his chest to look at him.

"I missed you a lot, it's good to talk to you again." I smiled.

"I missed talking to you in real life. I'm glad." He smiled back, reaching for my right hand.

I took his hand in mine, rubbing his knuckles softly, "There's also other people who missed you, you know."

"I know, I'm too popular." He joked. "Can we wait a bit though, I just want a minute... or forty with you."

I laughed, "Forty sounds good."

"You know I really love you?" Eddie asked out of the blue.

"I do, because... I happen to love you too."

"Oh, you do? That's a surprise." He joked.

"Forever and always, Munson."

*

I hope you liked this fic :) if you did, don't hesitate to send me an ask! Requests are also appreciated, I write for other characters as well!

[whimsicallyreading]

For Rowaelin Month day 17

 “A sick day”

CW- PTSD, mentions of violence

Aelin considered herself a fortunate person.

She has survived genocide, her family's murders, losing loved ones, slavery, torture, and the Great War. Now she is a queen, a mother, a beloved Mate.

Her life had changed since those bleak days where she'd wondered if she would ever escape captivity—the days when Aelin didn't know if she would ever be free or find love again. Every morning she woke up curled into Rowan's side, and while she drank her morning tea, Aelin could count on her young daughter snuggling into her lap.

Yes, she was swamped most days, but that was normal for a queen. But even the moments between boring meetings brimmed with life and laughter. Rowan's hand on her thigh beneath the table. Fenrys' theatrics when conversation spiraled off-topic. And even the hardened lords thought it was hilarious when their three-year-old princess barged into councils and demanded her mother's attention.

Her family gathered for dinners at the end of every day. Aelin's little family, Fenrys, Emrys, and Malakai were the regular attendees. Aedion, Lysandra, Elide, and Lorcan joined when they were present. It was a time reserved for family only, and it was by far Aelin's favorite part of the day.

Aelin had a good life now. Her family was growing, and her country thrived beneath her rule.

So it always took her by surprise when a bad day came.

She had woken up fine. Delly had slammed open the chamber door with a gust of wind and squirmed herself between her and Rowan in the early morning. Usually, Aelin treasured the moments when her daughter joined them, but being pregnant again had taken a toll on her sleep.

Rowan tried to stop their child before she entirely collapsed onto Aelin but was a moment too slow. Delly flopped onto her mother's chest in a disarray of wrinkled nightgown and golden curls. Soft sobs were sputtering out of the tiny figure.

I'm sorry. Rowan whispered into her thoughts. He knew how hard pregnancy was on her and took his mate's comfort very seriously. It troubled him that their toddling daughter woke Aelin so abruptly.

Aelin blinks the sleep from her eyes and sends him a happy smile to assure him everything is fine.

"What's wrong, Dell?" Aelin soothes a hand up her baby's quaking form.

Adelia sniffles harder, unable to talk through the tears. She'd started to have bad dreams in recent weeks, but never had she been so inconsolable.

Aelin shifts as Adelia's arms tighten uncomfortably around her bump. Rowan sees her discomfort and reaches around to pull Dell to him instead, but it is met with resistance.

"No," Adelia finally wails. "Mama. I want Mama."

Rowan frowns. Adelia was a daddy's girl to the bone, and this was the first time she'd ever refused to go to him. Their daughter squeezes harder and burrows her face into Aelin's torso.

"Dell," Rowan leans next to her and whispers, a cool breeze brushing against her flushed cheek. "What's wrong little love?"

Adelia lifts her head, and Aelin's heart contracts painfully. Her cheeks are red and swollen from the intensity of her crying, little sobs still stumbling from her chest as Rowan settles her down enough to speak.

"Mama was gone. She was hurt, and she couldn't see me." Dell sniffles, her green eyes glassy. "Can you see me, Mama?"

Aelin tugs her daughter in closer, unable to stand the sight of her so sad. "Yes, of course, I can. I'm right here."

"You were in a box. She wouldn't let me see you," Adelia whimpers in a small voice. "She told me she was gonna keep you. I don't want you to go, Mama."

Aelin's face blanches. It wasn't possible. Her little baby couldn't possibly have seen what was coming to her mind. She looks at Rowan, and his face is pinched with worry.

"It's not real, Dell." Rowan uses a thumb to wipe the tears off her cheek.

Adelia flinches. "Uncle Ress told me it was. He told me Mama had got stollen and put into a box by the bad lady and that she should have stayed there."

Aelin's heart stops. Nausea crawls up her throat, and Rowan tugs Adelia away just in time for her to crawl out of bed and gag into a potted plant. The sickness grips Aelin, the shudders in her arms only growing worse with her daughter's mumbled cries.

"Daddy, I want Mama to stay here." Rowan hushes her and murmurs quiet reassurances. "Don't let her get stollen."

Ress had said that? In front of her daughter? Aelin tries to close her eyes against the visions creeping into her mind. The places her scars used to be ache, and her hands pulse with the remembered pain of reconstruction.

The baby in her womb squirms under its mother's stress, and Aelin throws up again.

She should have stayed there.

Cairn brings the hammer down onto her frail knees, the ringing of cracking bone splits the air.

She should have stayed there.

Aelin opens her eyes to endless darkness. Sweet smoke wafts through invisible holes and sends her to sleep- leaving her mind vulnerable to Maeve's manipulations.

She should have stayed there.

More and more memories swarm behind her eyelids until a pair of grounding arms wrap around her shoulders.

"Fireheart, you are home. You are safe. Can you breathe with me?" Rowan sighs loudly behind her shoulder, and Aelin tries to force her own breath out.

Breathing in is harder, but Rowan's scent fills her nose and loosens the binds on her lungs. Soon, Aelin is doing the exercises independently, and Rowan nuzzles his face into her neck. His hands snake under her bump and lift some of the pressure, easing more of her tension.

"There you are," Rowan kisses her cheek as Aelin comes back around. "Are you okay?"

Aelin shakes her head and sinks into his arms. "Can you take me back to bed?"

Her legs feel like jelly, and her stomach is weak from turning. Rowan lifts her with ease. His arms are warm, and he murmurs sweet nothings into her ear as he carries his mate back to their bed.

"Adelia?" Aelin looks around for their daughter.

Rowan pulls back the duvet and reveals the sleepy from nestled right into the middle of the pillows. "She fell back asleep quickly."

"I can't believe Ress told her those things," Aelin can feel a tear slipping down her face. Ress had never forgiven her for her days as Celaena. Darrow had grown to accept her, but Ress never warmed up to having Aelin as his queen despite her efforts.

She hadn't realized the extent his hatred went.

Rowan scowls as he lays Aelin down next to their daughter. "Ress is young and foolish. I have forgiven a lot of his hostility and ignored most of his juvenile antics, but Aelin, I can't forgive this."

"He should never have said those things to Dell." Ress's words linger in her head. She tried to do right by her title and live up to her parent's legacy. Aelin took a lot of pride in listening to the demands of her people and tending to their problems personally. But the odds of Ress being the only one to feel this way are slim. Did they wish she'd never returned? Was she arrogant to take the crown just because it was her inheritance? She'd never had the formal training as ruler and relied a lot on Rowan to help manage foreign affairs. Despite the loss of her fire, many still feared her and considered her a murderer. No matter how hard she tried, Aelin's history as Adarlan's Assassin proceeded her.

Tears burn Aelin's eyes, and Rowan's scowl deepens. "He should have never spoken of you like that at all."

Aelin shakes her head, "It's his right to think what he wants. Maybe he has a point."

"No." Rowan growls, and Dell flinches in her sleep. Taking a deep breath, Rowan softens his voice. "He's wrong, Aelin. Ress was wrong to scare Dell, and he has no right to demean everything you've sacrificed. You've suffered for your people."

"I closed the lock because I had to Rowan," Aelin argues. "That doesn't automatically make me a good queen. What if I'm failing?"

Rowan pulls their duvet up to Aelin's chin, and Dell instinctively snuggles to her mother's side. Her daughter was a leach for warmth, and Aelin could feel her remaining flames writhing in her veins agitated.

"You are a wonderful ruler, Fireheart." Rowan bends down and kisses her lips reverently. "I've met my fair share of emperors, kings, and queens. None of them have given up so much to better the lives of their people. They care for you in return."

Rowan steps away from the bed, and Aelin makes a displeased noise. "Where are you going so early in the morning."

"I'm awake now. I feel like a flight through Oakwald. Go to sleep, and when you wake up, I'll bring my females breakfast," Rowan pulls on a plain white tunic. "Sleep, love. You both need your rest."

Rowan can read her too well. Aelin can feel her eyes drooping despite how much she wants to deny it. "Very well, but there better be tea and pastries."

As Aelin drifts back to sleep, she swears that a mischievous smile passes across her mate's face.

~~~

"Aelin," Maeve twirls a lock of blonde hair in her fingers. "Where are the keys?"

Cairn twists the blade in her thigh again, and Aelin screams, "screw yourself."

Aelin writhes beneath the pain and the dark queen's gaze. Her torturer goes to twist the blade again, but Maeve holds up a hand. "Wait. There is a smarter way to go about this."

"I won't tell you anything," Aelin gasps, the blood seeping from her thigh pools onto the table. "There is nothing you can do."

"Not even to spare the princess?" Maeve smiles as the cell door opens. Connall walks into the room, a squirming girl in his arms.

"Let me go," the girl screams, and the air in the room turns frigid. Her blonde hair whips around as she twists and fights. The little girl's head turns, and she freezes when she catches sight of Aelin. "Mama?"

"Adelia?" Aelin asks, confused. "You can't be here. You aren't supposed to be here." With renewed energy, Aelin thrashes against her bonds and bares her teeth at Maeve.

Maeve takes Adelia from Connall and strokes her hair. "Such a pretty one."

"This isn't real," Aelin hisses. "I wasn't pregnant when you took me. Adelia was born in Terresan."

Maeve hums a sympathetic note, "It seems you're confused." Aelin fights as the dark queen sits with a frozen Adelia in her lap. "Begin again, Cairn."

A hot iron is lain against Aelin's neck, and Adelia's screams rattle the stone chamber.

~~~

Aelin wakes with a gasp. Her chest is seizing in uncontrollable fits, and little hands cup the sides of her face.

"Mama?" Adelia's concerned face hovers over Aelin's. "Why are you crying?"

Relief washes over her at the sight of her daughter, safe and sound. She tries to take deeper breaths, but her body fights against her. The baby in her womb squirms uncomfortably. Aelin feels guilt that they are so subject to her moods. She tries to open her mouth to speak, consol her frightened daughter, but Aelin can't get any words out.

"Daddy!" Dell screams, frightened tears gathering in the corner of her eyes.

Rowan bursts through the door, "Dell?"

Adelia sniffles and kisses Aelin's face sadly, "Daddy, what's wrong with Mama?"

Aelin grabs at her chest, trying to ease the tightness there. She was scaring her daughter. What kind of mother would do that? Rowan sits beside her, and a cool wind goes up her nose and fills her lungs.

"Fireheart," Rowan lifts Adelia and sits beside her. "Is this a sick day?"

It was the code they'd come up with for the days when the past came back to haunt them. When the turmoil in their mind forces their bodies to rebel, and they can't seem to put on their usual facades. It used to shame Aelin, the days she couldn't rise from bed and do her duty. But her mate's unwavering love soon cracked that lie and eased her burden. Rowan had convincing arguments. Aelin's people needed their queen at her best, and on sick days, she wasn't able to give that to them. Their court was strong. They wouldn't allow Terresan to fall while she recovered. Aelin deserved time to heal.

Rowan must have been able to tell that she wouldn't be able to settle herself this time as his winds continued their push and pull in her chest. "Yes," she rasps dejectedly.

Dell buries her face into Rowan's shoulder. Her mate rests a hand on the side of her face and soothes her cheek. "To whatever end, Aelin. We will get through this just as we do everything else."

Rowan kisses the side of Dell's face. "Little love, do you think you can go to the kitchens and have someone bring Mama tea?"

That fae instinct to fuss rears its head in their child. Adelia perks up at the opportunity to do something useful. "Yes!"

Rowan sets her on the floor, and she takes off in a blur of untamed hair and swishing skirts. They wince as a gust of wind slams the doors of their chambers against the wall.

"She's a handful," Rowan talks, aware of the soothing effect his voice has on her. "But we always knew our children would be. I can't wait to see what kind of chaos our son brings into our lives."

Aelin wraps her arms around him as the remnants of her dreams finally fade away. "You think it's a boy?"

"I know so," Rowan pinches her side, and Aelin smiles. He'd also been confident that their first child would be a girl. His smugness after Adelia's birth was unbearable.

"Rowan," Aelin whispers. "Can we just lay here today?"

"I could never deny you anything," Rowan leans against their headboard and kicks off his shoes. "You don't need to ask, Aelin. It's okay to take time for yourself."

"What if I'm just proving Ress right?" The insecurity slips from her lips before she can stop them. "What if there is someone more capable?"

"Ress won't be a problem anymore," Rowan rests a hand against her bump, and the baby withing kicks at it, bringing a smile to his face.

Aelin narrows her eyes, "What have you done?"

"Nothing that anyone will blame me for," Rowan assures. "He would be in a lot more trouble if the rest of the court learned what he said in front of Dell. Ress should be grateful I didn't do a lot worse."

Aelin sighs, "I don't understand why I can't just let it all go. Why do I allow myself to be so haunted?"

"It's not that simple," Rowan shakes his head. "I'm hundreds of years old, and no matter how many years pass, there are things from my past that haven't healed. The mind is different from the body, and sometimes it takes longer for it to recover. There is nothing wrong with that. You gave up everything for the people you loved."

"Because I had to," Aelin contradicts.

A hardness comes over Rowan, "because no one else could."

Rowan rolls over her body into a plank and looks deep into her eyes. "No one else that day would have made the same sacrifices out of love. Not even me. I was too selfish to let you go. You gave up everything, and by the strength in your soul, you came home to me. In all my decades, I have never met someone so remarkable, and I never will again. Take as many years as you need to recover, Aelin. This world owes a debt to you, and I will make sure it pays. You deserve every happiness."

His hand threads through one of hers and drags it up to rest on the bump between them.

Happiness.

Dell darts back into their room, a cup of tea sloshing in her hands as she runs. "Daddy, I put extra sugar in it. Uncle Fen is coming with more cups, but I made this one special."

Rowan pulls away from her, and the laughter on his face is contagious.  

Aelin smiles and accepts the tea from Dell's hands. She even manages a few sips without cringing from the sweetness. Fenrys follows behind her shortly and sets a fresh cup covertly on her bedside table.

There may be hard days, Aelin realizes as her family gathers around her, but the love they showed her every day made it all worth it.

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Here Comes the Sun: XXI. When You Were Young (Daryl Dixon/Reader)

Series Masterlist: Here Comes the Sun

Summary: Daryl Dixon scares the hell out of you climbing out of that damn creek. It takes hauling his ass halfway across Georgia and taking a bullet for him to realise that you're not half bad. He slowly starts to come around, despite grumbling about how much he doesn't like your singing, or that you can't use a gun for shit - and don't get him started on that ugly yellow tent of yours. It takes him a while before he starts to see for himself that he's found a best friend for life, and that he doesn't actually mind the colour yellow that much, after all.

Words: 5907

Chapter Warnings: Language, Insecurities.

You snapped the book shut and looked up at your class, who stared back at you in complete awe. You laughed, taking in their expressions. The first time you had read this novel, your face looked something similar to how theirs did now. You couldn't help but let out a little laugh, uncrossing your legs and standing up from your seat. Immediately, they started to chatter amongst themselves about the ending, and the volume rose as their voices ricocheted off the walls of the small classroom. 

In the last couple of months that had passed since the takeover of Woodberry, the prison had been completely transformed. It was barely recognisable from how you'd first found it. The cells each had a bed, and now resembled actual rooms. The field had been tilled and converted into farmland courtesy of the Greenes, and you even kept livestock in wooden pens. Best of all, Rick and the others had set up a classroom for you to teach the children. You could remember it like it was yesterday. It had certainly been a well-kept secret, and almost everybody had known about it but you. 

Daryl and his team had scavenged some desks and school supplies, as well as an old blackboard that reminded you of the one you had first written your name on. They'd even brought back a wooden bookshelf - which they had to tie to the roof of one of the vehicles just to get it home. Over the course of the next few weeks, it began to collect books, filling up more and more each day.

Your first assignment had been for your students to create a poster on any book of their choice - and as a result, they also filled the white space of the walls. Before long, the former guards’ office resembled an actual classroom, brimming with colour and, surprisingly, children eager to learn.

"Okay, everyone!" You called out, clapping your hands to get their attention. "Now that we've finished this book, I want you all to write your own short story in response to it."

The group started to murmer amongst themselves again, and you yelled out over the chatter.

"It can be a sequel, or even something different inspired by it." You explained, your voice getting lost in the crowd. "Be as creative as you can." 

It was a real learning curve getting used to teaching younger students. Though, it was a lot more rewarding than you thought it would be. You remembered teaching Carl briefly at the Greene farm, which felt like a lifetime ago now. You never expected for your class to grow to the size that it was.

"I'm looking forward to reading them all tonight before bed." You added, once they had settled down enough to do so.

It was a tradition for you to do all of your marking in the evening. It filled up your time and kept you occupied until Daryl returned. He'd been going on a lot more runs recently, and it made you worry less when you had something to take your mind off it.

"Any questions?" You asked, and saw a flurry of hands go up in response.

"Teacher!" A young girl called, waving her arm to get your attention.

You smiled almost unknowingly. If adults had even half the enthusiasm of children, then maybe a lot more would get done around here.

"Yes?" You answered, and nodded in her direction.

The legs of her chair lifted a few inches off the ground as she swung back a little, and you fought every teacher-urge inside of you that said to pull her up on it.

"Is Mr. Dixon going to read them with you?" She giggled, and suddenly you forgot about the chair.

You couldn't contain the snort that left your mouth from the name 'Mr. Dixon.' You'd have to tell him about it later.

"I meant questions about the work." You chided gently, but the smile on your face told another story. "Though, he might. So make them interesting." 

Once again, you were unable to control the class as they got rowdy, and you just shook your head.

"You don't want him to fall asleep when I read them to him, do you?" You added, as you started to hand out the paper.

The children spent the next hour or so furiously scribbling out their stories in messy handwriting that you'd be tasked with deciphering later. Daryl had been gone for a few days on a run, but he was due back at some point today. Though, you wouldn't put it past him to conveniently arrive home late, to get out of marking duty with you.

When the time came to dismiss your class, you were given a lot of hugs and waves from everybody as they left. Perhaps it wasn't the most professional, but nothing really was these days. You were lucky to even still have a profession given the circumstances. Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed a figure looming in the entranceway, holding the door open for the children as they left the classroom. It was Carol, and she gave you a warm smile when she caught your eye. You beckoned her in after everyone else was gone, and she made her way shyly towards you with her arms behind her back.

The two of you had grown even closer over the last few months - all of you had. Though, you and Carol got along like a house on fire. She had the most brilliant sense of humor tucked away, and you were often lucky enough to get a glimpse of it when she felt mischievous. Daryl had given the pair of you the nickname 'dynamic duo' - and you thought that nothing could suit you both better.

"What are you doing here, Peletier?" You asked in a mock stern tone. "I don't remember giving you detention."

The woman smiled sheepishly at your teasing, before more confidently sitting down on your desk and stretching out her legs. From behind her back she brought out one hand, and placed a fresh, red apple over your paperwork. You laughed immediately, and so did she.

"I've always been a good student." She told you, with a grin. 

You hummed to yourself, unconvinced. You started to collect the loose sheets of paper from your students' tables, and the woman hopped off your own desk to help you. 

"I caught the end of your lesson. I hope you didn't mind me listening in." She admitted, and you shook your head in response. 

Normally, you got nervous if you were being observed. One time, Daryl dropped by to give you some supplies you'd asked for - and you'd gotten so red that the children made fun of you for the rest of the day. Yet, Carol's presence made you calm; she always was the one to have your back.

"They seem to really love you." The woman added, nonchalantly.

The compliment really did warm your heart. Even before the world ended, all you'd wanted was to gain the approval of your students. Except, that was the one thing that adults struggled to give.

"I just want to make it fun for them." You explained, picking up another hand-written story.

You could tell whose it was just by the handwriting. At this point, you'd gotten to know all of the children so well that they felt like part of your extended family; everyone in the prison did.

"I know they should be learning practical skills, too." You went on. "But I can't let them forget how to read and write."

You were mumbling to yourself, and barely noticed as Carol handed you the other half of the papers. You filed them all into a neat stack, and placed them onto your desk. Except, you now noticed a book sitting on it that hadn't been there before.

"I came to give you something." Carol said, pointing. "Well, to return something."

Your eyes widened as you read over the title. It was in pristine condition, with a shiny cover and an unbroken spine. 

"It's not the same copy." The woman explained. 

You could tell; it was much too neat to be the one you'd brought with you to Atlanta. That one had crinkled pages and a ripped cover even before you had leant it to Carol.

"I asked Daryl to keep an eye out for one on his travels." She admitted, and you perked up at the name. "Thought maybe you could read it to the kids one day."

You held the copy of The Little Prince in your hands, your eyes glancing over the delicate illustration of a young boy lost amongst the stars.

"Carol, you didn't have to do this-" you said quietly.

The woman cut you off before you could go on, nudging you gently with her shoulder.

"I did. I wanted to." She corrected, and you finally looked up to meet her eyes. "I'm sorry for what I did before." 

She said the words quietly, as though ashamed, and this time you were the one to elbow her back and shake your head. She gave a small smile.

"I liked the part with the fox." She told you. "Where he says that important things can only be seen with the heart, not the eyes."

You looked at Carol with a dumbfounded expression.

"I did read it, you know." She laughed.

So, the two of you did finally get to discuss the book together, just like you'd hoped to do all that time ago - back in the warm summer shade of the Greene farm.

When you spotted that mop of hair from across the courtyard, you knew instantly who it was. Well, the crossbow and that familiar leather jacket also gave him away. You started to run in his direction, before you spotted a group of your students and slowed down to an embarrassed jog. The man eyed you, and you could make out his taunting smirk even in the distance. 

It hadn't been that long since you'd last seen him, but your heart still ached to feel his arms around you. You never knew how lonely the nights could seem once you got used to sleeping besides someone you loved. 

You approached Daryl casually, feeling eyes on you. There were people working the fields, and others on the fences dispatching walkers. Even if they seemed busy, you weren't oblivious to their side-eye glances every now and then.

"Hey there, Stranger." You finally greeted the man. "Was starting to forget what your face looked like."

With the influx of survivors, Daryl had taken on even more responsibility than before. He was out for longer and home even less, but you knew it couldn't be any other way. You knew that - but it didn't stop you from resenting the fact.

"Too many damn mouths to feed." Daryl grumbled, pointing to the string of squirrels hanging from his belt. "These people are eatin' like kings." 

You laughed at that, thinking back to the last harsh winter where you'd all had to survive on some questionable meals, to say the least.

"Ah yes, the luxury of fresh squirrel." You teased, eyeing the dead animals strung up by their tails.

You made a face, and Daryl made one back.

"I'll give yers away if ya gonna keep bein' picky 'bout it." He warned, but it was much too light-hearted.

Still, you held your hands up in defence.

"Okay, okay." You replied, sending him a mischievous smirk. "I'm sorry."

The tension was thick between you, despite the banter. Even as dirty as he was, you wanted nothing more than to fall into the man and press a number of kisses to that face of his. Yet, you refrained. Maybe you could get him into the shower first, away from all these people as well.

"Just take a look at your hair, Dixon." You remarked, once you finally noticed it. "Are you growing it out for me? Because I said I had a thing for guys with long hair?"

It hung over his face, and he pushed the loose strands away from his eyes with the back of his hand. It suited him, but he was definitely in need of a good shampoo.

"Yer really pushin' yer luck today, aren't ya?" Daryl muttered, taking a step closer to you.

You couldn't hide the smile that had spread over your face. Even an exchange as simple as this left you beaming. There really was no one else who could make you laugh quite like Daryl Dixon.

"You've been gone for two days." You reasoned lightly, trying to hide the way it actually made you feel. "Am I not allowed to have missed you?"

He tended to tease you about it, so you tried not to make a big deal whenever he returned home. Yet, you failed every time. 

"What d'ya say?" Daryl asked, rubbing his ear.

He'd probably gotten mud stuck in there. It wouldn't surprise you - given how filthy he looked.

"I missed you." You repeated, begrudgingly.

Daryl narrowed his eyes, like he couldn't comprehend what you were saying in the slightest.

"Hmm?" He prompted, waiting for you to explain again.

You huffed and shook your head. You would be dragging him into the showers as soon as he got to the cell block.

"I miss-" you started, before the realisation kicked in.

You immediately slapped the man's chest with the back of your hand, and a smirk spread over his face.

"You're messing with me!" You yelled, and he shrugged his shoulders innocently - like he was completely oblivious.

You attempted to shove him again, but this time he caught your wrist and pulled you in close. Your chest hit his, and you felt the warmth you had been craving. You didn't care anymore about the curious stares, and it seemed that he didn't either. Daryl wrapped his arms around your waist, and you snaked your own over his neck to pull him down to you. 

Your noses touched, and you smiled against him. The two of you stayed like that for a few seconds, just taking in the sight of each other - and the feel. You could tell that you'd unintentionally gathered a bit of an audience. The new members of the community rarely got to see Daryl like this, so you often got quite a few looks whenever you were together - and a lot of follow-up questions when you were alone. You ran your fingers through the ends of his hair, that went all the way down to the base of his neck now.

"Well, if you're not going to let me cut it, the least you can do is let me braid it." You whispered, your face still close to his. 

You'd threatened it once before, but you were more adamant this time.

"Ya can fuck off." Daryl grumbled back, but somehow he managed to make it sound affectionate.

You laughed lightly, and finally gave him the shortest of kisses that only left him wanting more.

"I think the words you're looking for are 'I missed you, too'."

Daryl Dixon was a stubborn man. You'd realised it from the moment you met him. He was the type to stick to his guns, even if they weren't loaded. You'd seen him argue his way out of something even when he was wrong, and convince you of his viewpoint even when you were right. Daryl Dixon was stubborn - but he always cracked eventually when it came to you.

"Don' say nothin'." He snapped, and you bit your lip to hold back the laugh.

"I didn't say anything." You quipped, as naturally as you were able.

You plucked another daisy from out of the grass, and handed it to the child. She took it in her small fist, and threaded it through the man's hair - messily between the braids you'd given him.

"Yer face says it all." He grumbled, his own looking like thunder.

Daryl was sitting cross-legged on the ground, surrounded by a few of your younger students. They'd begged him to let them put flowers in his hair after eavesdropping on your earlier conversation, and you'd said yes before he could even reply. He was a stubborn man, but he was also a people pleaser.

"Mr. Dixon, what's your favourite flower?" Another girl asked politely, twiddling a bluebell stem between her fingers. "We'll see if we can find it."

You laughed, but quickly disguised it as a cough.

"Yes, Mr. Dixon." You chimed in. "What is it?"

If looks could kill, you'd be dead ten times over. Except, the man didn't look all that intimidating with stray daisies interwoven in his hair, and loose plaits that were in the midst of being braided by clumsy hands.

"Stop bein' a lil' shit." Daryl bit back.

Though, he immediately got punished for it.

"Teacher, he said a bad word!" One of the children exclaimed, pointing to Daryl like he was a shamed dog on the naughty step.

You took a deep breath, trying to keep your composure, and watched as the man did the same.

"Daryl Dixon, if you swear like that again we'll have to wash your mouth out with soap." You scolded, in your most teacher-like voice.

The children laughed their high-pitched laughs, and you could see a small fire burning behind the man's eyes.

"'M gonna murder ya in yer sleep." He mumbled below his breath.

You yanked on the strand of hair you were braiding, before half-heartedly apologising and claiming it to be an accident. Daryl flinched, and whipped his head around to glare at you.

"What the f-" he started, but you narrowed your eyes at him. "Frog." He finished, and you lost it.

You let out what was perhaps the most unattractive snort of your life, which was much too bold to be disguised as any sort of cough. You knew you'd pay hell for this later, but for now you just wanted to relish in the power. You had Daryl in the palm of your hand, his hair quite literally wrapped around your little finger. He turned to glance at you, but you tugged again - but more gently this time.

"Jus' watch what yer doin'." He reminded you, before muttering some more underneath his breath. "Are ya tryin' to scalp me?"

Somewhere in the midst of the exchange, Deputy Grimes has sauntered over with an expression equally as smug as the one you wore. He had Judith in his arms, resting over his hip, and looked down at Daryl with a grin as he approached. He was wordless, but when the two of you made eye contact it was hard to remain that way.

"Jus' don't." Daryl sighed, sounding completely defeated.

"I didn't say anything." The officer replied, and at this point you couldn't deny that there were tears in your eyes.

Daryl looked up at Rick and squinted from the sun. He shook his head.

"Yeah, yeah. Tha's what they all say."

Rick watched the exchange in amusement. It had been refreshing to see him so relaxed during the last few months. You thought that he really deserved a break - and it seemed that he was making the most of it by spending time with his children.

"What did you do this time?" The man asked Daryl.

He shrugged in response, before one of your students reminded him to keep still.

"Nothin'." He grunted, seeming to be at the end of his rope. "Dunno why 'm bein' tortured for feedin' the lot of ya."

The string of squirrels had been passed along to the cook before the children had all but seized Daryl and demanded that he played with them. You may have had some involvement in his kidnapping, but you were only a bystander, really.

"Quit complaining, you big baby." You reminded him, before tucking a flower behind his ear.

Daryl had a vacant stare, but it soon became a warm one when he noticed Judith making some gurgles and smiling in his direction. She had her arm outstretched towards him, and Rick lowered her down so that she could be closer to what she was reaching for. The baby smiled a gummy smile, and ever so gently patted Daryl's head - eyes wide at the array of colourful flowers there. The man stayed completely still and allowed her to do it, and you just watched. You wished you had Glenn's camera during moments like these.

Not long after, the officer said his goodbyes, and left with his daughter. She peeked over his shoulder at the two of you as they walked away, and it made your heart melt as you looked at her.

"She's so adorable." You said, to no one in particular. "I want one."

Daryl choked, and you smirked at him deviously.

"Just kidding." You admitted, as though you hadn't almost caused the man to have a heart attack.

Daryl spluttered again before standing up. Most of your students had left the two of you alone, having gotten bored during your chat with Rick. You watched as the man shook out his hair, letting the flower petals float to the ground like leaves from a tree. 

"Jesus Christ, woman." He muttered, looking in your direction. "Calm down, would ya?"

You smiled as you helped him untangle the braids.

"There's only so much a man can take in one day." He went on.

Before long, Daryl’s hair went back to looking just as messy as it had done before, and you once again prompted him that he needed a shower. So, the two of you headed back to the cell block, and you slipped your hand into his to also remind him of how much you'd missed him.

"You never did say which flower was your favourite." You said, once the thought came into your mind. 

You glanced over at the man as you walked, but he just gave a small shrug in response.

"Dunno." He said quietly. "Guess I like the yellow ones."

Despite wanting to spend the night alone with Daryl, cuddled up under blankets in your cell as you read him some imaginative hand-written stories, the two of you had been convinced otherwise. Usually, alcohol wasn't permitted inside the prison - something about productivity and sharing that you hadn't really paid much attention to. But, since a lot of people had just returned from a long run, an exception had been made so that you could celebrate. 

It was hardly anything, really. There was barely enough to go around to get you tipsy, let alone drunk, and there were only a dozen of you sitting around the campfire - taking swigs from your plastic cups. The spirits had been diluted to stretch it out a bit more, and you were reminded of being a teenager again, swapping out vodka for tap water so that your parents wouldn't notice. 

Even so, your body hadn't had alcohol in a while - not since the Jack Daniels you'd all polished off back at Hershel's farm. Already, your head felt fuzzy, and your laughs sounded giddier than you'd intended. You were all sitting on the ground, out in the field. It almost felt like that first night you'd cleared the prison - except so much had changed since then. Rather than tentatively holding Daryl's hand in the dark, when everyone else was asleep, you were now sat in between his legs as his arms held your waist. His chest was warm against your back, and you could feel it rise and fall regularly.

You could also smell the alcohol on his breath, but you didn't really mind. It was rare that Daryl did drink - even when it was available to him. You liked the fact that he could relax for once, since he always seemed to bear the burden of looking after everyone else.

"You two!" Tyreese shouted, catching your attention.

Across from you, the man sat beside his sister, Sasha. Vanessa was also next to them. Out of everyone here, you knew the three of them best. Admittedly, you hadn't got around to learning everyone else's names yet. 

You looked up, startled, and Daryl chuckled softly at the way you flinched in his arms. 

"How'd you meet?" The man asked, and offered a smile in your direction.

If there ever were such a packed question, it would have been that one. It was the type of question that required a whole book to answer - like one of the stories you'd set for your students to write. You glanced back at Daryl, only to find that he was already looking at you. He remained silent, so you raised an eyebrow at him before realising that you'd be the one answering.

"It was really romantic, actually." You spoke after a few seconds.

Everyone else's chatter had died down, and you suddenly felt very exposed as you became the centre of attention. Except, liquid courage always did work wonders where you were concerned. 

"The first time I met Daryl, he told me to fuck off and called me a mule." You announced, like you'd been waiting for the perfect moment to do so.

Your audience erupted with laughter, and you took in the looks of disbelief around the campfire - feeling satisfied with your choice of words. Except, it didn't last long. Daryl jabbed you in the ribs with his elbow, and you shot a glare back at him.

"Tha's not what happened." He argued, and everyone fell quiet once again to listen to what the man had to say.

It was rare that they got to see Daryl like this - letting loose and talking without being prompted to do so.

"Jus' fought off two walkers only to have some chick yelling at me, sayin gimme yer hand like the ghost of Christmas past or some shit." He explained, his voice more animated than you'd ever heard it. "Thought my time had come."

A few more chuckles could be heard in response, but Tyreese eventually spoke up.

"Can someone translate for them?" He asked, and it was then that you realised just how much detail you'd need to tell this story of yours.

So much had happened between you and Daryl that you'd need countless sheets of paper to recount it, unlimited words and a number of chapters. You leant back further into the man, deciding how to officially introduce it.

"Well, it all started with this yellow tent." You said, and the others listened.

You went on for a bit, taking sips of alcohol between your words. Everyone seemed enraptured by you, and it even seemed like Daryl was hearing the story for the first time, too. It felt strange to recount it in such a way, and it made you realise just how much had happened since the world had ended. 

You smiled as you finished, deciding to give one last summary to your captivated audience.

"So basically I pulled Daryl up from a cliff-face, then hauled his ass halfway across Georgia, before finally taking a bullet for him."

The alcohol had long since ran out, but everyone had stayed to hear the ending. Maybe you were oversharing, but spirits gave you loose lips - and you always did have a bad habit of running your mouth.

Tyreese started clapping slowly, before pointing at Daryl where he sat.

"You, brother, are one lucky man." He remarked with a smile.

You heard Daryl grumble something next to your ear, before addressing him back.

"She leaves out the part where she stuck 'er finger into my wound and sang outta tune next to me for three hours straight."

You bit your lip before finishing off what little was left of your drink.

"Minor details." You mumbled.

Some of the men you didn't know were murmuring amongst themselves beside you, but your head was too foggy to make out what they were saying. Perhaps Daryl could, since he had a scowl over his face. You didn't have time to question it, though, because Vanessa soon interjected with a laugh.

"So you're telling me that you now share a bed with the same guy who had walker ears around his neck when you first met him?" She teased, and you beamed back at her.

"Yeah-" you muttered, before sighing dramatically. "Sometimes I question my own judgement, too."

The walk back to your cell was more of a stumble, but no one had to know that. You and Daryl both made it there in one piece, so no further questions needed to be asked as to why you were missing a shoe, or who you'd tripped over along the way. It had seemed all fun and giggles, until you realised that it had been one-sided fun and entirely your own giggles.

Once you entered the room, you finally noticed how quiet Daryl had been. He toed his boots off wordlessly and threw his leather jacket into the corner. He knew how much that frustrated you, but he seemed too wrapped up in his own thoughts to care. 

You walked up to the man and snaked your arms around him from behind, so that your chest was pressed to his back. All day, you'd been craving for the two of you to just be alone - but now that you were, he seemed too agitated for his own good. You thought that you must have missed something, because Daryl definitely didn't seem like himself. 

You rubbed your palms along his chest slowly, but he stopped you with his own hand, and pulled away. He turned to face you, and you cocked your head to the side as you took in his expression. His eyes were narrowed, and he was chewing at his lip like he always did when he was confused. Eventually, he shook his head.

"Yer too good for me." He stated, like it was a fact. "'M a lucky man." He went on. "Why'd ya want someone who wore walker-"

"Whoa, slow down there." You cut him off. 

He was reciting all of the things that had been said over the campfire, you realised - except they'd all been playful jokes, and he knew that. The man sounded like a broken record, but you couldn't quite put your finger on what had made him break.

"Someone's had too much to drink." You reasoned, but raised an eyebrow as you did so.

You weren't convinced yourself, but you had no other explanation as to why he was blurting out the things that he was. Daryl was a big man, and the amount of alcohol he'd drank was nowhere near enough to get him drunk.

"'M fine." He confirmed, but you knew there was more going on. "Jus' the truth, s'all."

The man looked down at his feet as he spoke the words, and you sighed.

"We are not doing this again, Daryl." You warned, and took a step closer to him.

Ever since more people had been coming to the prison, Daryl had seemed to convince himself that there were plenty of better options available to you - all without consulting you about it, of course. It had gotten to the point where you'd snapped at him, almost a month back, and it had escalated into a fight. You understood where he'd been coming from - a few people had gotten a little too friendly with you on more than one occasion. But, you'd convinced him that you were right where you wanted to be, next to his side. 

You'd thought that had been the end of it, but something must have happened to bring it back to the surface.

"I see the way they all look at ya. Like they want ya." Daryl snarled, like he was seeing things that you couldn't. "They were talkin' 'bout it right in front of me."

And suddenly, it all made sense. The men you had noticed staring and mumbling had set Daryl off. You realised that he must have heard what they were saying - and that it must not have been good. Yet, part of you still felt frustrated that he had even listened to it. You'd spent the whole night recounting how you met the man, and how much he meant to you, only for your words to be completely unravelled by words of others that were insignificant.

"So?" You finally responded, more forcefully than you intended.

Daryl's head snapped up to look at you, and you met his eyes in return.

"I go through the same thing with you."

The man was silent for a few seconds, like he couldn't fully comprehend what you'd said.

"What?" He asked, and you shook your head.

"Just because you're blind to it, Dixon, doesn't mean that I am." You told him.

You placed your hands over his chest again, but this time he didn't shrug you off.

"They look up to you. You're a hero to a lot of these people." You explained, like you'd truly accepted the fact. 

You could feel the heat radiating off the man from underneath the tips of your fingers, and you took another step closer to him so that he could feel you, too.

"You don't think there's days that I hear women giggling about you? Talking about you like you're some knight in shining armour who rescued them from this world?" You said, chuckling a little as you did so.

At first, it had killed you to see. Every time you noticed someone staring at the man, or whispering about him when they thought you couldn't hear, it made your blood boil. But, after a while you became numb to it - mostly because Daryl never even spared them a second glance.

"It makes me feel pretty shitty, too." You admitted, as you let your fingers rest over the first button of his sleeveless shirt.

You looked upwards at him, and he gave you a small nod - so you started to unbutton it.

"But then I come back to our cell, and I'll see that you've left me flowers on our pillow." You went on, smiling in the direction of your mattress, where you had missed the man’s presence over the last few days. "Or I'll notice a new cassette tape in my walkman without you even saying anything."

You reached the last button, and shrugged the material over Daryl’s shoulders so that you could see his bare chest.

"And then I forget about all those other people." You confessed, and pressed your palm over his heart. "Because I'm reminded everyday that you're mine."

Daryl immediately placed his hand over the back of yours, and squeezed it gently. 

"I'm yours." He agreed, and this time leant down to give you a kiss of his own without being prompted.

It was soft, but you'd missed the feel of him - and it made you impatient. You could taste the alcohol on his lips, and so you broke away before you became too intoxicated by it.

You hooked your fingers around his belt loops and pulled his body closer to yours - so close that his bare chest was warm against you, and you could feel his heart pounding.

"Then show me." You said, and he did.

A/N: So every time I write a chapter of HCtS, I delete the notes for it from my masterplan - and I’m getting so emotional seeing it get smaller and smaller each week. We’re coming to the end and I can’t deal-

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Entirely Smitten

So as promised I've written a very fluffy fic with my favourite pairing Charlotte x Arthur. Actually felt quite refreshing to write it, rather than the smut I've recently been writing and was lovely to only do two-ish pages!

Warnings: None (thank god)!

The sun was warming the earth and Charlotte could already smell the sweet scent of pine needles, the damp ground and the mulch of leaves that had carpeted the forest. Spring was slowly clawing its way back through frost and frozen river. The first, new, promising green buds on the trees made her smile.

It had taken a while to persuade Arthur that she could do more than a few chores around the home, while he had been working hard throughout the winter months. But now she was out in the fresh air and sun and feeling all the better for it. A cool breeze blew down from the mountains that surrounded their little home and she lifted her head to smell the last of the snow that was still clinging to its peaks.

Hector, their Australian Shepherd, bounded down the steps next to her and then hurried off into the wood to sniff everything out. He circled back to her and playfully ran around her. Charlotte chuckled and gave the dog a scratch behind his ears.

‘Good boy.’

She set her basket and its tools down by the herb patch, and then knelt down. She began to clear away the fallen leaves, the dead plants and the first few weeds that were pushing their way through the good, rich earth. A shuffle of footsteps on the wooden slats of the porch made her look up. Arthur. Charlotte smiled on seeing him. He was holding a bundle of blankets close to his chest, his arms protective around it and Charlotte could just see the little white knitted cap she had made for their baby.

‘She woke up,’ Arthur said, as though wanting to reassure her that he would’ve left Beatrice sleeping otherwise. ‘Didn’t cry though, thought I’d bring her outside. Nice enough day.’

‘Well, you keep her warm,’ Charlotte said. ‘It’s still chilly.’

He sat down on the steps. Charlotte kept working on weeding the garden, but glanced at them as Arthur half hummed and half mumbled a lullaby. Charlotte felt her heart practically blossom with love for him all over again. He was caring and loving as a father, so utterly different from the world she had grown up in. A world where fathers barely knew their children. She remembered being taken in to see her father in the morning, then chivvied away upstairs to the nursery. She had felt no closer to him than most of her uncles. Even her own mother hadn’t seen her much.

When Beatrice was born, Charlotte couldn’t take her eyes off her daughter. She had gazed in wonder at the light swirl of hair on her head, the scrunched-up eyes that when open were a clear blue, the small nose, her rosebud mouth, the tiny pearl like nails on her daughter’s fingers. Charlotte may have been biased, but in her opinion her baby was the most beautiful thing in the world. The thought of parting with her for even a mere moment had been unbearable. It seemed madness to let her lie in the crib. The very idea of palming Beatrice off to a wet nurse, nanny and then governess sent a fierce ache through Charlotte’s heart.

She hadn’t been sure what to expect from Arthur. Perhaps it was foolish of her to think he would be like the men she had known. When Beatrice cried, he woke up during the night just like Charlotte. He held Beatrice and soothed her. He sang to her softly, told her stories, showed her the sketches he done in his journal. Doubtless the men she had known would’ve ridiculed the attention he lavished on his daughter, but it made Charlotte love him all the more.

‘So are you going to actually do any work today or just stare at her?’ she teased. Hector ran back over, panting slightly and flopped down next to Arthur.

‘Well… I… o’ course. Just she whined a bit and I didn’ want to leave her alone in the house.’

Charlotte bit back her smile. Any noise of complaint that their daughter made, was sure to bring Arthur running.

‘’sides, you seen her?’ Arthur asked, with a slightly defensive tone. Beatrice let out a small squeal and Arthur gazed back down on her. ‘Yeah, tha’s righ’ my girl, most beautiful girl in the world… ‘cept your mother o’ course.’

Charlotte finished her work on the bed, then picked up her basket and wiped her hands off on her apron. She laughed softly. ‘Think you’re smitten, Mr Morgan.’

‘What? And you ain’t?’

‘Course, I am.’ She pressed a kiss to Arthur’s cheek, lightly cupping Beatrice’s head in her palm and kissing her daughter’s forehead. She stepped towards the vegetable patch.

‘Don’t work too hard,’ he called after her. She snorted, turning back to argue again why she was more than capable of a little gardening. But was distracted when he carefully placed Beatrice in the crib they had outside on the porch. Arthur made sure she was well wrapped up, her little wooden crib insulated with lamb’s wool, and that Hector was sat on guard underneath it. Arthur caught her gaze as he turned around and gave Charlotte a small shrug, a smile on his lips as though he was guilty as charged but happy to be so.

Charlotte knelt by the vegetable patch. ‘Entirely smitten,’ she muttered fondly to herself.