#they are again v happily married and i will not hear otherwise | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

wallwriterstuff · 3 years

Note

Hi! Can I please request a Demetri x mate!human!fem!reader where she’s Bella’s younger sister, and when the Volturi come for Renesmee, the Cullens tell her to stay with Charlie, since they had a bunch of vampires with them plus the Volturi showing up, it’d be bad with a human in the mix. Being related to Bella (haha) she doesn’t listen, choosing to hide behind a tree to try to see how Bella and her family are (she was worried what the Volturi would do). I’m sure everyone would realize there’s a human there, and Aro sends Demetri to check it out, who finds Y/n, and quickly realizes she’s his mate. Ooo that would be nerve racking to Bella because she’d see Dem speed her younger sister over to where all the Volturi are. I’m sure she’d have to go back to Volterra with them, and she’d be a little freaked out. Awhhh it’d be so cute to see them bond, and on New Year’s, she wants to watch the ball drop (because it’s a tradition), and when it’s the New Year, she kisses Dem for the first time!

Little Red Riding Hood Part 1 ||Demetri Volturi x Female Reader||

Part 2: The Big Bad Wolf

Part 3: What Soft Lips You Have

Part 4: And They Lived Happily Ever After

Warnings: None, just Aro being a manipulative little meanie

Words: 4793

Summary: Against her sister’s advice, Y/N Swan sets off on a one woman mission to protect her family, unaware of the price she will have to pay to do so.

One of the worst habits you had was wondering the house late at night when you shouldn’t be. It wasn’t your fault really, insomnia didn’t have an easy cure and your sleeping medication was…well, when you woke up in the morning you felt drunk, they weren’t really something you enjoyed using. It had been an innocent quest really, a simple mission – get a warm mug of milk to go back to bed with. If anything, you were perfectly in the right to go wandering your own home. It should have been safe, even at 3:24AM.

Riley Biers shouldn’t have been there.

But he was.

In your living room.

And so were you.

Until you weren’t.

Alice had seen it all in advance of course and whisked you out of that room so fast the venom hadn’t even had time to properly enter your system after Riley bit down. Charlie hadn’t even been woken from his slumber by the time you were whisked into the depths of the forest to a nice little clearing where you could scream to your hearts content and nobody would hear you. Carlisle had saved you that night, sucking the venom out as quickly as Riley had injected it. The night that had followed was a surreal, whistle stop tour of the vampire world and its laws, laws you were technically breaking since you knew about the Cullen’s now. Of course, that meant you knew about the newborn army to, but you decided to stay out of that one. Some things however…some things demanded your attention, and whether you were human or not you simply had to at least see your family would be okay.

After a whirlwind few months your sister was saved, married and knocked up. Come Christmas, your hybrid niece was looking to be nine years old and your father was suspicious but none the wiser to the world you knew all too much about. You had carefully hidden your bitemark with polo necks, a sudden and bizarre choice your father had commented on once but quickly dismissed after you spouted some fashion facts Alice had prepared you with – fashion and Charlie did not mix and he dropped that conversation faster than one might drop a saucepan on fire. Of course, Renesmee (who you had created a variety of nicknames for just to tease Bella because otherwise you…well you’d have to call her Renesmee, and that was just cruel) was unique in every way, and unique and unknown equated to threat and danger in many minds, many minds the Cullen’s had slowly swayed over the few weeks since Alice had informed them of their impending death sentence.

You hadn’t been allowed to visit since the nomads and covens had started arriving, and though you understood the reason it didn’t make it any easier to know your sister, your niece, your extended family, were all in danger and you weren’t getting to spend what might be their last moments with them. It was only made worse when Bella and Edward had brought your father tickets to go fishing out of state, and tried to do the same to you. You loved your TV shows, truly you did, so for them to somehow get you backstage passes for Supernatural of all things was…immense. What you hated the most was how tempted you were to go. Who would say no to a long stay in a five star hotel, all expenses paid for and any bills you accumulated paid for by a Cullen, bottomless credit card?

When Edward and Bella had dropped you at the airport, part of you really had been ready to say goodbye to them, but as you stood in line for the gate the heavy weight of guilt settled in your gut and wouldn’t stop squirming. You had to turn back, you had to go. Nobody knew when the Volturi were going to land exactly, but you knew the day, and with Charlie and Sue gone for their fishing trip you would have nobody to stop you doing the incredibly dumb thing you had set your heart on. The taxi fare home had been extortionate but you couldn’t exactly have called anyone for a lift could you? You called the hotel and told them you were cancelling your stay, having to push your backstage pass for the Supernatural set deep into the depths of your bag to manage the grief of missing that opportunity, but family came first.

A restless night’s sleep later and you were dressing for the snow. It had fell fast and thick since Christmas day, so you had to set out early if you were going to get anywhere fast. Bella was your sister and you loved one another dearly, so of course you had spoken all about the upcoming battle, her hopes and her fears, her plans.

“There’s a clearing to the North of the house, we’re hoping if we engage them there it’ll be far enough away from people to stop anyone else getting involved by accident.”

Clearing to the North of the Cullen residence, right. With your Grandfather’s old compass you had set out, bundled in your thickest woollen coat and decked out the whole nine yards with scarves and hats and gloves. The air was freezing, nipping harshly at your exposed skin till your ears and nose were tinged red. Sniffling, you trudged through the layers of snow, stumbling over your own feet once or twice in the hereditary Swan way before regaining your footing and ploughing on. The trees seemed never-ending, an identical blanket of white on each and every one that towered above you, encroaching from all sides and making you lose all sense of direction. If it wasn’t for the compass in your hand you could have easily gotten lost in the winter wonderland, but a break in the treeline finally made an appearance. Numb as your extremities were, you forced your tired body to cooperate and propelled yourself forward, stumbling towards a tree you might be able to see past.

The forest was eerily silent, not a single scuttling animal or twittering bird to be found today, and the clearing itself was so large and the covens spread so far apart you could barely see a thing either, not with your dull, human eyes. A swarm of black gave away the Volturi, the mismatch of beiges and neutral tones on the left letting you know your family had yet to be taken down. A sigh of relief escaped you and you clapped a hand over your mouth in alarm, heart skipping a beat in your chest. Vampires had extremely sensitive hearing, there was no way somebody hadn’t heard you, and if it wasn’t the sigh that gave you away then it would surely have been the sound of mitten slapping flesh. Pressing into the bark you peeked around the tree trunk, heart hammering in your chest now as you tried to establish what was happening. You couldn’t hear a thing, could barely see. Ness sat atop Jacob, his russet fur glinting in the bright white of the snow-covered landscape.

“It all looks so terribly interesting from this distance does it not?” the smooth voice was right by your ear, and you screamed louder than you ever had in your life. Whirling around you shrunk back from the vibrantly red eyes of an admittedly handsome man, his expression devoid of any emotion as he looked you over. He had boxed you in against the tree trunk, his cloak billowing about him, the shiny, golden ‘V’ hanging around his throat making your chest constrict. Volturi, he was a Volturi guard. With wide eyes you stood in a silent stare-off, unable to decipher the emotions flickering through his eyes as he stood a step toward you.

“Stay away from me!” you cried, cringing back into the bark behind you. His head tilted.

“You came to spy and did not expect there would be consequences?” he asked, not stopping till he was almost on top of you. Your breath hitched. He had the most gorgeous looking face but you could identify the features of a killer in it. The glowing red irises didn’t look at you with malice however, more…confusion. His sharp, pearl white teeth weren’t bared to take your throat out but carefully sealed away behind plush lips. You could almost believe he didn’t intend on hurting you if his hands weren’t still reaching for you.

“You’re here to butcher my family, I had to…” you trailed off, because in reality what could you do? What could you possible say to this vampire that wouldn’t make him laugh? You were human, you stood no chance. He had paused, waiting patiently for your answer, yet when you gave him none he proceeded to pick you up like you weighed next to nothing, your feet being whisked out of the numbing snow to dangle over his arm. His eyes never left yours.

“Hold tight little one.” He suggested, his voice devoid of any emotion. If there had been any part of him you might have been able to appeal to before it was gone now, hidden behind a stony exterior. The world blurred around you and the jarring movement thew you off balance as he set you on your feet again, your body tilting in a way it shouldn’t till he was forced to grab you and hold you steady. Nausea rose quickly in the back of your throat, the world still spinning and blurring your eyes. You could see the edges of black cloaks swirling in your vision as you fought back the urge to be sick. There was no way to hide your anxiety now, your heart hammering away for all to hear, your breathing too quick to be normal.

“You seem to have distressed our dear friends, Demetri.” The smooth voice was sickeningly sweet, entirely false to your ears. Trying to take a steadying breath, you forced yourself to look up at the three imposing figures before you. A giant stood behind them, two young twins to their right. The three were quite obvious to you form the stories you’d heard, and your shudder had nothing to do with the cold this time. Demetri, the man holding you, had yet to let go of your waist, and his hands felt strangely soothing, their firm grip something that felt grounding and reliable despite your terror in this moment.

“An intruder who has already seen too much, end her now as yet another of the Cullen’s mistakes.” The blonde sneered. You swallowed, mind spinning. You were dead either way, right?

“My niece is not a mistake.” You retorted. You were proud that your voice didn’t waver once, though the grip on your waist tightened slightly and you weren’t sure if it was to warn you or scold you. Caius hissed, eyes narrowed in a vicious glare.

“Your niece? May I, my dear?” Aro stood before you, taller than you had expected with hair almost as long as yours. You knew it wasn’t a request, but you found yourself desperate either way to avoid touching him and shrank back from his extended hand, straight into Demetri’s chest. His hand was hesitant, but it lifted from your waist to lightly skim down your arm, his lips close to your hairline as he whispered, “Do as you are told now, little one.”

He carefully extended your hand for you, noting the tremor in it once more as Aro’s eyes flickered between you. He removed your mitten with a flourish, your hand immediately clenching and unclenching at the sudden blast of arctic cold it had previously been shrouded from. Aro’s skin was somehow even colder and your shivering grew in intensity. Very vaguely, you could hear Bella shouting something, but the distance was so great and the clearing so vast it swallowed the sound. His eyes flickered over yours, completely pinning you to the spot, and then they looked past you to whatever was happening behind you. Demetri was blocking your view when you tried to see what Aro was seeing.

“Sweet Y/N, your bravery in coming here is applaudable. I can only hope our own dear ones are as dedicated to our family as you are to yours.” Aro sighed, a hint of melancholy in his voice. You flinched, knowing the next words from his mouth would most likely be spelling out your death sentence. The sound of the breeze was all that filled your ears for a moment, the anxiety and anticipation growing in your stomach making it difficult to hold onto the meagre breakfast you’d forced yourself to eat. It occurred to you in that moment that this would be your final moments with your family, your last chance to say goodbye, and they could hear it. Squaring your shoulders, you held your head high.

“I came because I love them, and I don’t regret that. You can’t destroy my family, their witnesses are proof of that. My niece was created out of love and the legacy of love they would leave behind will be far too great for you to overcome. So go ahead and do what you have to to me, if I can die with half their grace then I know I’ve done them proud.” You clenched your fists at your side, prepared for the bite that Aro would deliver, maybe Demetri. Caius looked most upset by your little speech, hissing quietly and looking prepared to spring towards you. More muffled noise from behind you let you know your family had heard, even if you couldn’t hear their goodbyes you felt them in your heart.

Aro’s head tilted slightly, his expression cold, and then his mouth opened slightly and he was leaning forward. You closed your eyes, flinching as you braced for the pain of a bite you knew well, but instead you felt cold air, and when your eyes snapped open you were shielded from Aro’s bite by a tall, lean body, one strong arm curled backward to keep you caged against his spine. Demetri.

“Master…please.” He extended his hand, ripping off his glove with his teeth as he went. Aro eagerly took his hand, probably as desperate as you were to know why one of his most treasured guard would so openly defy him. Some of the Volturi’s people were starting to whisper behind them but a lethal look (from the giant of a man you guessed was Felix from Bella’s stories) silenced them. His grip on your hip tightened for a moment, the silence deafening before Aro chuckled.

“Ahhh…così si forma un legame eterno.” he murmured. You scrunched your nose, having no idea what he meant since you didn’t speak Italian. When Demetri carefully moved aside, giving Aro as slim a chance to access you as he possibly could, and your heart twisted with gratitude that he would even bother to try. You swallowed, doing your best to keep your fear from your face.

“Aro.” Caius growled. Aro held his hand up, forcing his brother to heel even if he couldn’t placate him.

“You are intriguing, Y/N. The Volturi do not offer second chances, but for the sake of our dear Demetri we are willing to bend the rules just this once,” Aro smiled, a shark-like grin that made your stomach sink, “You have a choice before you. Your family are quite innocent in regards to the accusation against your niece, for that we will deliver no justice-“ there was some uncomfortable shuffling behind him Aro dutifully ignored, “-however you are a law broken, yet another example of the Cullen’s inability to guard our secret from humans. An example must be made, you must be dealt with appropriately. Either you turn here, now, or you come with us, and we turn you.”

It was a Hobson’s choice. What Aro was really asking was how dead did you want to be? Dead dead? Or undead dead? If you let Carlisle bite you now in the clearing there were so many unpredictable nomads around. Bite your wrist and it would take forever for the venom to reach your heart and really start the change, you would be tortured right in front of them, a punishment for them all no doubt. Bite your throat and blood would spill, blood so many of those nomads wouldn’t think twice about feeding from in any other situation. So, what did you do? Did you choose the option where you ended up far from home but safe? Or did you choose the option that did not guarantee your safety but did guarantee your family would suffer watching you suffer?

For the first time since you entered the snow you felt warm, warm with so many eyes on you. Swallowing thickly, you tried to will your mind to work faster to outwit the vampire before you. In the end, you could only think of a compromise.

“My father’s not home right now. If I chose to come with you, could I have time to pack some clothes?” your voice was slightly weak, your heart aching in your chest. Your father would never see you again, he’d have to believe you just ran off, that you were the same flighty woman your mother was. Bella might never get a chance to see you again either, an eternity of knowing you would never lose your sister, but that you would never be reunited. It was painful however you spun it. Aro’s smile only widened, knowing he had successfully backed you into a corner.

“But of course! Such a…noble, sacrifice, must be rewarded. You have earned that much my dear. Demetri will take you now.” Aro gave his tracker a nod and Demetri seemed to relax, swiftly turning on his heel to march you across the snow. His hand was gentle on your arm, but the speed he set almost had you running to keep up, like he was desperate to get you out of there lest Aro change his mind. As you were escorted out of the clearing, you dared a single glance back at Bella, her face the very picture of horror as Edward held her back. All you could manage was a weak smile as your sister disappeared from view for what was possible the last time.

Once you were far enough into the trees that the clearing was out of sight for you, Demetri suddenly came to a stop, exhaling sharply and dropping his hand from your arm. It ran through his hair but barely ruffled it. Whatever he was thinking, you weren’t about to be privy to it as he slung you across his back with ease. You gasped, clinging on tight.

“Hey! What are you doing!” you protested.

“Taking you to your home. You are slower than I am.” He retorted, his voice quiet and his grip on your thighs firm. You held on tight, heart rabbiting in your chest.

“You don’t even know where I live.” You squeaked. Demetri chuckled, the sound vibrating through your gut.

“No, but I know where the Cullen’s live, and I find it hard to believe that in all this snow you walked all the way here. Now hold on tight and try closing your eyes, it may help with the nausea, cara mia.” He gave you seconds at most to bury your face in his shoulder before he took off, maybe…or not? You weren’t really sure but you didn’t dare lift your head to look. He made sure his gait was smooth, every stride flawless so he didn’t so much as jostle you, and by the time he gently encouraged you to unwind your legs from his waist you were in front of the Cullen’s house. The only reminder you had ever ran anywhere with him at all was the windswept state of your hair – it was unfair his still looked perfect.

He had been right of course, you had driven to the Cullen’s today. It was hard to imagine him sitting beside you in your small car, his cloak about him and his outfit all…well, what even was he wearing? Why did that even matter when this Volturi guard was escorting you to pack things that would be your only reminder of home? Demetri was quiet, watching you carefully as you stared at your car. Nothing made sense. Why had Demetri saved you when he was the one who hauled you out in front of Aro? Why had it felt like he was protecting you? Why was everything so…comfortable? Being around him was like being in the company of an old friend, it was familiar and warm, inviting, the silences felt natural.

Demetri quietly called your name, his expression questioning, but you didn’t bother to give him an explanation, simply pulled out your car keys and got into the driver’s seat. The radio chased away the silence, your fingers clenched tight around the wheel as you tried to figure out what to pack.

“Where are we going?” you asked him finally. Demetri kept his eyes on the horizon.

“To our home, to Volterra. You will be joining us in Italy.” He answered. Italy? You didn’t know the first thing about Italian culture. What was the food like? The people? The language? You’d need to pack warmer clothes, and they didn’t accommodate turtle-necks – not that you needed to hide a bite from vampires. It wasn’t really until you pulled up in the driveway of your home that it really struck you, the weight of the deal you made hanging heavy on your shoulders as you idled in front of your childhood home. In your mind you could see yourself running up the drive, your suitcase abandoned for your father to pick up as he welcomed you to stay for the summer. Other winters where you had opted to spend Christmas with Charlie over Renée flashed through your mind next, dilapidated snowmen and strung up lights over the porch flashing bright. Tears stung your eyes.

“I’m never coming back here, am I?” you whispered. Demetri remained silent, and you were grateful for it. There was nothing he could say to make this better and you suspected he knew that. Furiously wiping at your eyes, you rummaged for your house keys and cleared your throat. “You should wait until I open the front door, it’ll look suspicious if you follow me in and any of the neighbours see.” You muttered, already climbing out of the car before he could argue. It was a slow walk up the drive, a walk where you desperately tried to imprint the bumps in the concrete, the muddy smells of the forest surrounding you, and the awful netting in the windows’ you father hadn’t changed since your mother moved on, into your memory.

The smell of stale beer from the cans in the recycling box beneath the sink hit your nose as the door opened, the familiar smells of Charlie’s aftershave and Sue’s perfume coming next. The house was cold, quiet, desolate even. Demetri was in front of you in the blink of an eye as you shut the door behind you, nobody would have seen him enter for sure. He glanced around himself, obviously curious at the choice in décor and the photographs along the walls – you couldn’t bear to look at them. With a soft sigh, you left him in the living room, knowing he would do what he liked anyway regardless as to whether or not you invited him upstairs.

The suitcase you had packed for your trip would need to be unpacked, some of your jumpers and long-sleeved shirts would not be needed in Italy after all. It would be hot, and heat was not a friend to wool. Your wardrobe doors flung open, you were contemplating what to put back when Demetri interrupted you.

“Vampires do not feel temperature the same way humans do. When you turn it will be no issue to wear jumpers, if they are what you prefer.” He said. Brows crinkling, you subconsciously lifted a hand to your throat.

“It’s not really a fashion choice,” you murmured, “But I guess I don’t need to really hide a bitemark from a bunch of vampires, do I?” Just like that the air changed; you no longer felt comfortable with Demetri, not when he was giving off such a sour energy. He radiated danger, anger. He took a breath to visibly compose himself, but his eyes were still darkened by anger, near black with the rage he radiated. The leather of his gloves squeaked as he clenched and unclenched his fists. You took a step back from him, biting down on your lower lip as your heart skittered.

“Show me,” he said, eyes blazing. You shook your head. “Show me.” He growled, stepping forward this time. Gulping, you reached up with a shaky hand to pull the turtle-neck down as far as you could, thankful the material stretched slightly. Demetri peered past the fabric to the silver crescent shapes of Riley’s teeth, emblazoned on your skin until Volturi venom decided to buff out that imperfection. He hissed quietly, his fingertips tracing the mark and sending shivers down your spine. He was freezing cold, cold as a corpse actually since that was technically what he was, so why did his fingers leave a blazing trail of fire across your skin?

“It’s just small, it’ll go away anyway if-“

“It will not, go away.” Demetri ground out, his eyes fixated on the scar. He looked genuinely disgusted and you couldn’t tell if it was at you or the bitemark, you couldn’t tell quite why it bothered you so much either. Why did you care so much that this upset Demetri?

“It won’t?” you asked weakly. He winced a bit, letting his hands drop and looking away. You counted ten whole seconds before he dared turn back to you.

“No, it will not. Venom is what will immortalise you, petrify your system, it has had a chance to do so to those cells it has touched already and they will be forever changed by it. My only hope is to bite down there, that by breaking the surface with my teeth it heals over with my venom.” He almost growled the word at you in his frustration and you swallowed, blinking in surprise.

“You’re going to be the one that turns me?” you questioned. Could he even do that? Did he have the self-control? You had thought Aro would do it if you were honest, though you couldn’t say you were over the moon to have that old coot’s teeth in your throat it was guaranteed to at least be safe. What right did Demetri have to steal your life? Why was he so angry over the thought of another vampire biting you? Had he claimed some weird sort of vampire dibs?

“Of course. The Volturi have laws they enforce but when it comes to affairs between mates, they leave well enough alone.” He informed you, head tilting. Your breath caught in your throat.

“Mates?” you whispered, mind reeling.

“You do not feel the pull?” he asked. He had yet to step back from you, unbearably close and yet somehow not close enough. For a moment you couldn’t say anything, simply trying to desperately scramble to think coherently enough to consider answering.

“I don’t…I barely know you, you can’t just…say that.” You stammered. Demetri very gently grasped your chin between his fingers, tilting your face upward so you were forced to maintain eye contact with him. You weren’t sure what he was searching for, if he found it or not, but he dropped your chin with a sigh.

“Pack, tesoro, we have little time.” He murmured. You were relieved when he stepped back – it gave you a chance to breathe. Mate? Demetri thought you were his mate? You knew what that meant, Edward had explained to you what his connection with Bella was like after Riley had introduced you to his world, trying to help you understand how awful the months leading up to Bella’s running away to Italy had been for both of them. Is that why he had been so protective of you on the field? Is that why he was so furious another vampire had dared mark you? It crossed your mind then just how selfish your decision actually looked to the outside world. In your head, you had been saving your family from suffering, but to them it probably looked like you had chosen to run off with your mate because you didn’t trust they would take care of you. How were they ever going to forgive you for this?

#twilight #twilight fanfiction #volturi #demetri volturi #demetri volturi x reader #request #swan sister #they're all as dumb as each other I swear #x reader #possessive demetri is kind of a thing I'm suddenly into apparently

323 notes · View notes

lordseochangbin · 4 years

Text

Rules and Exceptions

Han Jisung x Female Reader

SMUT, Suggestive, Fluff

A/N: Yeah that photo aesthetic is not it but I was super excited to publish this so hope you like it :D

“Rule number one… we can’t do it until marriage” You tell Jisung, your legs wrapped around his waist as the two of you talk on the couch.

Jisung tilts his head to the side in thought before replying, “Fair, my parents would’ve wanted that too... but I doubt you’ll be able to follow that”

“Jisung!” You slap his shoulder, a smile forming on Jisung’s face at how embarrassed you looked. “Come on, I can follow the special rule”

Jisung bites his bottom lip before looking down at his lap. “The way your hips are rolling on mine tell me otherwise”

Your eyes looked shocked as you look down at Jisung’s lap, as much as you hated to admit it- your panties were soaked. You hated the stupid rule, “No sex until marriage”. It was a rule your parents never told you but knew existed.

“Fine, god can we just make out or something?” You sigh, throwing your head back in frustration. Jisung laughs as he can tell how frustrated you were. As annoying as he was, you were glad Jisung understood. He had to follow the same rules, but the way you two flirted around each other… both of you had to try so hard not to break them.

“Your wish is my command” He giggles before pulling you into a deep kiss. Almost immediately, your hands are tied around his neck- pulling him closer than ever. If you two can’t have sex, you can at least make out like there’s no tomorrow.

This is where the two of you went wrong, every time. Jisung would hum into the kiss, his hands going to take your shirt off and you would lean back to let him. When you finally have the chance to take off his top, your hands running up and down his chest as your clothed core rubs against his jeans. It turns the two of you on so much that Jisung can’t hold himself back.

“Babe, I don’t think I can-” Jisung breathes out as he winces his eyes in pain at how hard he is.

“God this is so annoying” You whine as you roll out of his lap.

The two of you laugh it off before Jisung gets off the couch. “Well... I’m gonna go get rid of this problem then” Jisung shoots two handguns at you with a grin on his face before going to the bathroom.

Covering your eyes in embarrassing at another failure, you squirm in your spot and internally scream. It wasn’t as easy for you to get off on your own as it was for Jisung so you’d resent to thinking about him.

Jisung thought during this time you’d touch yourself but.. little did he know you got yourself off by thinking about him. More specifically, just thinking about him fucking you silly. In general, the two of you couldn’t keep your hands off each other and now that you two had your shared apartment it got worse.

When you cooked on the stove he would wrap his hands around your waist and pull you close, your mind would linger to thoughts about him stuffing his cock inside you as he bent you over the counter. But the worst part was the bed, when you two cuddled together you’d think about how easy it would be to do it and keep it a secret. You knew you couldn’t put Jisung in that situation though, his parents had straight up told him about the rule and you knew he was too much of a “good boy” to break it.

Two years later, you two found yourselves hanging out with family at a beach resort. Jisung was chilling in the pool with your relatives and god you had to admit, he looked sexy as hell. You hung out with the aunts at the pool chairs and you couldn’t help but steal glances at Jisung in the midst of your conversations.

Leaning back on the chair, Jisung finally locks eyes with you and you bite on your bottom lip. Jisung knows it already, you’re thinking about him. To make things worse for you, he sinks down in the water and comes back up again, brushing his wet locks back with his fingers and locking his eyes with you and only you. Your eyes check out his shirtless figure, the droplets of water running down his chest and you seriously want to kick him in the crotch for looking that good.

You lower your shades down a bit as if to say ‘Seriously Jisung?’ because for the past two years, the two of you have done nothing but tease each other.

Jisung forms his lips into a playful kiss and goes back to talking with your cousins as you take a deep breath reminding yourself that it’s not very holy of you to get horny in front of your relatives- but that’s actually what you were doing. Getting horny in front of your relatives. Thanks, Jisung.

When it hits late afternoon, your family starts to leave the pool area and you decide to put on your coverup. It’s a small dress that fits the current attire perfectly since all of you were going to eat dinner at the hotel’s buffet. “Hello gorgeous” Jisung whispers into your ear, slyly grabbing your ass and making you jump in your spot as you turn around to punch his shoulder. “Not here Jisung!” You whisper as he dries his hair off with a towel.

A smile forms on Jisung’s face as you point a finger at him, “You are so lucky my parents are here right now” You tell him before walking away.

Your steps are stopped when Jisung grabs your hand, pulling you closer to him. “No, you’re lucky your parents are here... because if they weren’t I’d strip you of these clothes and-”

You shut Jisung’s mouth when you see your mom walk in, “Are you guys going to join us?” You swear your heart dropped in your chest.

“We’ll be right there!” Jisung says as your mom gives him a very suspicious smile and walks away.

You turn around, giving him a look before asking “What was that about?”

“What was what about?”

“My mom just gave you.. the biggest smile. I have never seen her smile like that in my entire life.”

“Oh, I don’t know” Jisung shrugs as the two of you leave to your room.

“Also you better control that mouth of yours, I swear to god I hate you so much sometimes”

Jisung smirks as he pulls you into a hug, “Love you too~”

Dinner goes fine, everyone finishes their meals and you notice that Jisung is a bit distant. You can tell he’s hiding something but you can’t tell what.

“Hey, are you alright?” You ask him as he turns around to you.

“Yeah, yeah I’m fine... I’m just gonna go to the restroom real quick”

“Alright,” You tell him, a bit worried but happy that he was honest in his response.

The second he leaves, everyone at the table quiets down. They’re all looking at you and suddenly the lights go off.

“Is something going on?” You whisper before a few candles lit up around the room.

You feel a tap on your right shoulder and turn around to see Jisung on one knee. Is this really happening?

“Y/N… will you..”

Your family squeals in excitement as he continues his words.

“...take my hand in marriage?”

You opt to cover your face but Jisung quickly catches them, opening the ring box to reveal the beautiful diamond. “I love you so much, these past two years with you have been the best years of my life and I would kill to spend the rest of my life with you”

You lean closer to Jisung so that only the two of you could hear when you ask, “You’re fucking shitting me right now right?”

Jisung could only chuckle at your words, his teeth grabbing his bottom lip as he shakes his head. “I’m not fucking shitting you right now.. so please say yes because my knees hurt”

You wrap your hands around his neck and pull him close before replying, “Yes. Yes yes yes.”

“She said yes!!!” Your mom screams in excitement as the lights go back on.

Jisung stands up and pulls you into a kiss and your whole family seems to be rooting for you. When you two pull away, Jisung fits the ring on your finger and you two seem to live happily ever after.

Once you two get back in the hotel room, Jisung closes the door behind you and you grab his shirt to pull him into a kiss. “You seem pretty happy” Jisung smiles as he takes off his shirt and throws it to the side. “As much as I’d love to kiss you right now… you should probably shower first”

“Oh come on!! Jisung! After teasing me all day you’re going to leave me like this?” You ask him. “You proposed, we’re kinda umm basically married now right!”

“Y/N.. I know where you’re going with this and I-” You pull Jisung close, your lips forming a pout.

“Jisung, can’t we bend the rules just a bit?”

“What do you mean love?”

“I mean..” You start to pace back and forth in thought, “You know how sex is kinda like you putting your D in my V right?”

Jisung furrows his eyebrows in confusion, “M-my D in your what?!”

“Yeah, it’s like ummm you know..”

“Y/N, if you want to that badly..”

“No! You told me the first time we got together that I won’t be able to keep that rule and I’m going to follow the rule just with a tiny exception”

“An exception?”

Your lips form a smirk as you walk towards Jisung, “Yes, an exception” You pull Jisung into the hotel’s bathroom, jumping on the counter and using your legs to pull him in between them.

“Y/N what are you planning..”

You interrupt him with a kiss and when you notice that he’s not complaining you pull your dress over your shoulders.

Jisung’s quick to follow on to what you’re thinking, his hands wrapping around your waist as he pulls you into the shower and turns it on.

“Can I?” He asks, as his fingers fiddle with the back of your bra.

“Yes.. please” You beg as he takes it off you. When you feel your back pressed against the wall, Jisung kisses down your neck making you whimper as his fingers hook around your underwear.

You assist him in taking them off as your hips buck against his. “God, you’re gorgeous..” He says, checking you out from head to toe.

“And I’m all yours Jisung,” You tell him as your hands go to his waist to pull him closer.

Jisung bites on his lip before his hands could cup your breasts, massaging each one with each hand. As he gets down on his knees, he aligns his lips to your wet core as you throw your legs over his shoulders.

Suddenly the weight on you seems nonexistent, the only things holding you up being the wall and Jisung as he kisses your inner thigh. You throw your head back as the water from the shower manages to reach only your toes. The cold water doesn’t feel to fit with your heated core as Jisung licks a strip of it. His eyes close in pleasure as you buck your hips into his lips, Jisung engaging even more as he sucks on your clit.

Embarrassingly enough, after two years of utter frustration, you could feel that knot unloosing in your stomach. “Jisung.. god that feels so good” You stutter as he licks away at your pussy.

He simply nods in response as he continues, his fingers pinching your nipples as he feels your walls tighten. “J-Ji..” You mumble as you feel your high coming.

A few seconds later and you orgasm on his lips, Jisung taking every slurp to his tongue and cleaning you up quickly.

“That was so overdue” Jisung laughed as he cleaned his lips with the back of your hand. As he picks you up, your legs wrap onto his waist and you feel his hardened cock press onto your core.

“Jisung you’re-”

“Don’t worry” Jisung interrupts you with a smile, “I’ll do it”

“No Jisung...come on. Let me please” You say, unlatching yourself from his lap and quickly getting onto your knees.

Jisung looks down at you before asking, “Are you sure?”

“I’m sure”

You pull his swim shorts down in a hurry, a bit of drool leaving your lips as you come face to face with Jisung’s member.

Using your hand, you pump his cock and look up to see him grab your hair and pull him closer. “Come on princess…” He says before placing his member on your lips.

You open your mouth to him and your legs close as he thrusts his cock inside you. “Too harsh?” He asks, his thumb swiping your cheek to make sure you’re okay. You shook your head and gesture at him to continue as his grip tightens around his hair.

Moans leave Jisung’s lips as he thrusts his member into your mouth, at first it was just you sucking him off but you could tell he was losing his patience so you let him take control.

You hollow your cheeks around his cock as he fastens his pace. “I’m so close babygirl.. please you’re doing such a good job taking my cock like this”

When you feel his movements go slow, you let your lips wrap around his tip, using your hands to pump his member before he could cum inside your mouth.

“Fuck.. princess,” He says as he spills his seed inside you.

You swallow his cum as he slowly drops onto his knees in front of you. “So no C in V but M in V? M in C?” He mocks you with a smile.

“Shut up!” You exclaim, burying your head into his shoulder as he laughs at you.

“You’re so silly.. acting like sex is some math equation”

“I didn’t know how else to explain it to you!!” You explain.

Jisung pulls you into a kiss before remembering that the shower is on, “If we get back to our shower, you should take off the ring”

You look down at the ring before taking it off, “The ring, god I forgot to tell you how beautiful it is.”

“Just like you princess” Jisung pulls you into a promising kiss that continues.

No promises broken. No rules broken. Just the two of you, and your exceptions.

247 notes · View notes

maybeimamuppet · 3 years

Text

it's me and you

hello friends. happy Wednesday. welcome to the work that inspired 'Tuesday minus five'.

tw for alcohol and a scene that might be triggering to those who struggle with disordered eating.

otherwise, please enjoy.

“Jayjay!” Cady calls loudly, leaping onto her fiancée from above. Janis yelps and catches her.

“Jesus Christ, Peanut, don’t do that,” she breathes once Cady is safely on the bed next to her. “What is it?”

Cady rolls on top of her and hovers over her on her elbows. “We have a wedding to plan.”

Janis grins a little at the reminder. “That we do. I’m guessing you want to do it now?”

“Uhhuh,” Cady nods happily. “Well, not all of it. But I want to start now.”

“Okay,” Janis says, rubbing over the backs of Cady’s arms. “You gonna let me up?”

Cady groans like it’s a terrible inconvenience and flops to the side, but takes Janis’ hand when she reaches out to help her up and follows her to the living room.

They sit on the ground around the coffee table, and Cady pulls her laptop and a notebook seemingly out of thin air.

“How do we even start with this?” Janis asks. They’re not planning on anything crazy, just their families and close friends, but they still have no idea how to approach planning it.

“I don’t know,” Cady shrugs. “I guess we should probably pick, like, a date for it?”

“Yeah, that makes sense,” Janis says. “You wanted spring.”

“Yeah,” Cady says. “Is April too cold?”

“I don’t think so. It gets pretty warm by the end of it,” Janis hums.

“And it should be easy to remember,” Cady says, tapping the end of her pen against her notebook. “What about April thirtieth? That’s as close to the end as we can get, and a round number.”

“Works for me,” Janis says. “So far, we’re nailing it.”

Cady laughs at that, writing the date in large letters on the first line. “You’re cute. Okay, um… location?”

That’s a bit more tricky. They want an outdoor wedding, but where?

“I don’t know,” Janis says anxiously. “All I can think of is the woods again.”

“That wouldn’t be terrible,” Cady hums thoughtfully. “It’s an important place to us, and it’s beautiful. And we wouldn’t have to pay very much, either. We’d have to get everyone to Illinois, but that’s doable.”

“Yeah, we could do that,” Janis says. “Are you sure, though? You don’t want somewhere more fancy?”

“As long as it’s not Las Vegas and I’m married to you by the end of that day, I couldn’t care less where it happens,” Cady says contently, adding their newest bit of information to the notebook. Janis grins affectionately as she nibbles on the end of the pen once it’s written down. “Okay, what now… um… color scheme?”

“Do you have anything in mind?” Janis asks. She’s not terribly fussed about this.

“Yeah. Do you?” Cady asks back. Janis nods. “Same time?” Another nod. “Okay, three, two, one.”

“Yellow,” Janis says.

“Purple,” Cady says at the same time. They both smile when they hear that the other picked their favorite color. “Our first disagreement. Okay, hmm.”

“Compromise color?” Janis suggests.

“Okay,” Cady giggles. “What do you get if you mix yellow and purple?”

“Brown,” Janis says quietly after a beat. Cady scrunches her nose. “Yeah, um… what about green? That’s yellow and blue, that’s pretty close.”

“Green might be nice, but if we’re getting married in the woods everything would blend in,” Cady says. They both think on it more, and suddenly her eyes light up. “What about rainbow? This technically is a gay wedding, and then we could have every color. Everyone could pick which one they want to be. And it would make the flowers a lot easier.”

Janis smiles at her. “That does sound beautiful. I like it.”

“Good!” Cady chirps. “Look at us, communicating.”

Janis laughs and inches herself closer. “What now?”

“We should probably invite people,” Cady realizes. “Okay, who do you want as bridesmaids and… brides…men?”

“I don’t know, I think we’re going to be picking from the same group,” Janis says. “Damian, Aaron, Julie, and the Plastics?” Cady nods. “We could just… share them, I guess.”

“Do you want Damian as your best man? I’ll let you have him,” Cady says, writing down everyone’s names.

“Yes please,” Janis responds. “Who do you want as yours?”

Cady goes quiet. “Would it be dumb to pick Rhys? I know he can’t… be there, but…”

“But you love him, he’s your brother,” Janis finishes. “That’s not dumb at all, baby. We’ll do something special.”

Cady grins at her thankfully. “We’ll do something for your dad, too. What about maids of honor?”

“Juliana,” Janis says. “Mine’s pretty easy.”

“Yeah,” Cady chuckles. “Oh, I don’t want to pick between the Plastics, that’s mean.”

“You don’t have to, necessarily,” Janis says. “You could have all of them, or none of them, if you want. This wedding is already very untraditional, I don’t think anyone would be surprised if we fiddled with that part too.”

“That’s true,” Cady says thoughtfully. “All of them, then. If they want, I’ll let them choose.”

“Good plan,” Janis says. “This is easier than I thought.”

“Don’t say that, you’ll jinx us,” Cady chuckles, looking up how to book the venue and finding caterers. “I have a job I think you should handle alone, too.”

“Oh, Christ,” Janis says anxiously. “What is it?”

“The cake,” Cady says with a cheeky wink. “I trust your judgement. You’ve always liked it more than me, I think you should handle that.”

“Oh,” Janis says in relief. “Yeah, I can do that. But that means you have to handle the flowers, I’m terrible with those.”

“I can do flowers,” Cady agrees with a chuckle.

“Um…” Janis says before she trails off. Cady looks at her and raises an eyebrow. “What are we going to wear?”

“I don’t know. What do you want to wear?” Cady says, pulling up a website for inspiration.

“I want to wear a dress,” Janis says shyly. “But I also kind of… don’t.”

“Me too,” Cady hums. “We could each get a dress and then a… not-dress. Wear one to the ceremony and the other to the reception.”

Janis nods. It’ll be expensive, but they have a pretty solid budget. “That’s a good plan. Do you know Gretchen’s schedule for the next while?”

“I think she said she’s stepping back from the spring scene this year, so she might have a bit more time. I would love to wear her stuff if we can,” Cady hums. “I’ll ask her.”

“Make her let us pay her full price,” Janis insists.

“Of course,” Cady agrees. “We’ve done pretty good, today. I love you.”

“I love you more,” Janis says.

“We’re never gonna get to the end of this,” Cady chuckles. “I love you most. Speaking of, where should we go on our honeymoon? If we don’t go too crazy with the ceremony, we should have a good budget.”

Janis has actually planned out this bit. “I was thinking… Kenya?”

“Are you serious?” Cady asks excitedly. Janis can see her hands shaking. “We’re gonna go to Africa?”

“I don’t see why not,” Janis shrugs, trying to hide her own excitement and joy. “I’ve wanted to go since we met. See your animals, where you’re from. Why not now?”

Cady rockets into her with a squeal, knocking her back onto the rug. Janis wraps her arms around Cady’s back and holds her close against her, laughing at the ticklish sensation of Cady kissing her neck and cheeks over and over and over.

Eventually Cady does calm down, but makes no effort to leave Janis’ embrace. Her face is still tucked into her neck and Janis’ cheek is squished against her curls.

“I love you, Jayjay,” Cady murmurs, muffled against the column of Janis’ neck.

“I love you too, Caddy,” Janis responds, holding her tighter. “I can’t wait to marry you.” She feels a smile against her.

————-

In February, they decide it’s probably time to take everyone shopping for their wedding attire. Gretchen had agreed to designing and making their dresses and outfits, but the bridesmaids and men still need things to wear.

The Plastics all agreed to be Cady’s maids of honor, and all decided to take on different responsibilities. Gretchen’s main one is obviously to focus on designing and sewing. Regina would be handling things on the day of the wedding, and Karen is throwing Cady’s bachelorette party. Cady is a little nervous about that.

Juliana visits for Cady’s birthday, so they decide to take everyone out while she’s in town with them.

“So what color scheme have you guys picked?” Gretchen asks as their crew enters a bridal shop.

Cady and Janis lock eyes with a small grin. “All of them. We picked rainbow.”

“Aww, gay,” Damian coos.

“All of you get to pick your own color,” Cady chuckles.

“That’s a really good idea,” Regina says. “Can I be red?”

“I want orange!” Karen adds.

“Can I be yellow?” Gretchen asks shyly.

“I’ll be blue, I guess,” Aaron says.

“Dibs on purple,” Damian calls.

“Then I guess I’m green,” Julie shrugs. “That was easy.”

Janis and Cady nod confidently and lead them into the store. Aaron and Damian go first since they both get suits, which are a bit easier. Damian’s is a vibrant grape shade of purple, which suits him remarkably well. Aaron picks a sapphire one with a similar style to Damian’s. Both will be tailored to a perfect fit for them before the wedding, so their work is done.

The Plastics go next, heading to different areas of the shop to find dresses in their respective colors. Each of them come back with no fewer than five to try on. Janis slumps down slightly in her seat, realizing this is going to take a while longer than she had anticipated.

Regina eventually settles on a ruby dress with a slit up the skirt and a slight v-neck on the tight bodice. Karen’s tangerine colored dress is similar, but hers has sleeves that loop around her upper arms instead of the spaghetti strap style that Regina chose. Gretchen has a harder time deciding between her options, and eventually gives it up to a group vote. The winner is a beautiful dandelion yellow one, with a higher neckline and only one sleeve.

Juliana is the last one to venture off, and she also returns with several options. After about the tenth, they’re all starting to look rather similar to everyone. Janis goes back to the dressing room with her sister to help weed out some options. Once they’ve sorted it down to three, it’s much easier to handle.

Julie tries on all three no fewer than twice each, before eventually, finally, landing on an emerald green dress with off the shoulder sleeves. It actually looks rather similar to Cady’s dress from their senior prom, just green and with a much less poofy skirt.

“Yay,” Damian cheers happily when they’re all outfitted. Cady insists on getting a picture of all of them together in their ill-fitting outfits for the first time.

“Lookin’ good, guys!” Janis calls from behind her fiancée. “Gay as hell.” She adds under her breath. Cady flicks her gently in retaliation.

“Yes, you are,” she murmurs. “They look good, don’t be mean.”

“I wasn’t! They’re literally a rainbow, that’s gay,” Janis insists. “That’s the whole point!”

Cady kisses her to shut her up, a tactic that always works. “We have to go feed them now, come on. Pick a restaurant.”

“Sushi,” Janis says instantly. Not a restaurant, but something Cady can work with.

“Fine, only because it’s a special day,” Cady agrees. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” Janis says. “This was a good idea.”

“Thanks,” Cady chuckles. “They do look good together like that.”

“You’d make a good artist,” Janis suggests. Cady chuckles in disbelief. “No, you would! You just need practice, you clearly already have an eye for colors.”

“I have a good teacher,” Cady says, tipping herself back into Janis’ embrace. “Now come on, we really do have to go.”

————-

The time continues to fly by, and it’s March before they know it. They’ve already heard back from all their family and friends, so they know who’s coming. The florists and the caterers have all been booked, along with the venues. They have Kevin G. as the DJ for the reception, which both Cady and Janis are slightly nervous about. Decorations have been purchased, and Juliana agreed to be the officiate and marry them.

All that’s left is the cake. Janis’ big job. She ordered a large sample box from a bakery nearby, since they’re back home for Julie’s birthday. Damian and Aaron came too, so they get to help.

Cady’s left every little detail up to Janis. The flavor, how it’s decorated, the size. Frankly, she’s put a remarkable amount of trust in her fiancée.

There’s a bit of conflict in the fact that Janis and Cady don’t have the same taste in sweets. Janis prefers chocolatey things, while Cady usually goes for fruity things. Janis got a sample of every flavor the bakery offers.

“Fucking hell, Jan,” is the first thing out of Damian’s mouth when he opens his front door, finding Janis with a box of cake bigger than she is. Juliana has to hold the other end so she doesn’t drop it. It doesn’t even fit on the dining room table, so they rest it on the floor in the living room and sit in a circle around it. Janis feels like they’re about to perform some strange ritual together.

She opens the box of wonders. “Okay, so over here is all the chocolate stuff. Devil’s food, death by chocolate, I think this one might actually just be a brownie. And then this is vanilla cakes, so, like, white and yellow and stuff. And then fruit. Lemon, strawberry, raspberry, I forget what this one is. And then I got carrot cake for fun.”

“In what world is carrot cake fun?” Julie asks. “I swear there’s no way we’re related.”

“Rabbits think it’s fun,” Janis retaliates. “Here’s your forks. Dig in.”

They start strong, but the cake quickly loses its charm. Once you’ve tasted nine different kinds of chocolate cake alone, it’s not quite the same.

Julie is the first to tap out, quickly followed by Aaron. They both lie on the floor in a sugar coma. Janis and Damian are determined to continue.

“I think,” Damian says after a long moment. “That this was a mistake.”

“We definitely should’ve split them up,” Janis agrees, but takes another bite. “This one is… it would be good, under normal circumstances.”

Damian is the next to go, putting his fork down in defeat and collapsing onto the ground. Janis presses on. The fruit flavors provide a nice sort of respite, and she thinks that Cady would really like the lemon.

Janis doesn’t quite make it to the carrot cake. She knows her limits, so she admits defeat and rests herself down with the rest of the group. She pulls out her phone and texts a picture of all of them to Cady.

Cady’s job for the day is to try on her outfits with Gretchen, so it takes a few minutes for a response to come through. Janis gives an involuntary groan when she remembers Cady’s contact name.

caddycakes: Oh no, lovey D: What did you guys do?

jayjay: a terrible thing

jayjay: caddy

jayjay: i have consumed entire worlds and i regret everything

caddycakes: Poor things. Why did you do them all in one?

jayjay: an alarming display of hubris

caddycakes: Ah, of course. Drink water and have protein, it’ll help the stomachache. I’ll be there soon to take care of you

jayjay: ur gonna take care of me even tho i did this to myself ??

caddycakes: Darling, we’re getting married in a month and you’re the most impulsive, clumsy person I’ve ever known. If I refused to take care of you when you’re hurt or sick just because you did it to yourself we’d both be in for a world of misery

jayjay: i love you

caddycakes: I love you too, dearest. Hang in there 📷

Janis clicks her phone off and gives herself a few minutes to recover. She’s dreading the idea of putting anything else into her body at the moment, but Cady is right. Water will help make them feel better.

After about ten minutes she manages to peel herself up from the ground and head into the kitchen. Janis still knows her way around, so she grabs four glasses and fills them with ice water for her friends.

They barely react to her return, so she carefully rests a cup in each of their hands and keeps the last for herself. Carefully, they sip at the cold liquid until their stomachs stop aching quite so much, and they can move to the couch to continue the food coma there.

“I’m getting married. I’m an adult,” Janis mumbles eventually. “What the fuck have I done? I’m nowhere near responsible enough. Look at us.”

“Caddy’s responsible enough for both of you, it’s fine,” Damian replies deliriously. Juliana and Aaron grunt in agreement.

Cady enters after another short while, letting herself in with the key she still has. “Oh no, guys. What did Jay do to you?”

“That death by chocolate stuff was literal,” Aaron complains.

“Poor things. Oh good, you have water. That’ll help a little,” Cady says. She kisses Janis on the forehead gently. “I brought antacid tabs and some nuts. They have a fair bit of protein and they’re salty, that’ll help too.”

“An angel among idiots,” Damian says thankfully, popping a few tabs and taking a handful of the offered snack. “Thank you.”

“Of course. Did you guys pick a flavor or just eat yourselves to death?” Cady giggles, handing the treatments to the rest of them as well.

“The lemon was good,” Janis murmurs.

“I didn’t make it that far,” Aaron says. “But the… the fudge one was the best that I tasted.”

“I liked the white one too,” Julie says.

“Well, that’s something, I guess,” Cady chuckles. “I hope you’ve learned something.”

“Yeah, never let Janis talk you into a dessert tasting,” Damian says. Cady laughs and runs a hand through Janis’ hair gently.

“She meant well. You just need to plan better, love,” she hums. “Can you move yet? We should get you home.”

Janis nods and pulls herself up, then helps Julie. Cady leaves another few of the tablets and the rest of the snacks for Damian and Aaron, then grabs the cake box and follows the sisters to the car.

Cady also drives them home, dropping Julie off at their house but keeping Janis for herself. Janis pouts sadly once she’s in comfy clothes and nestled in bed to recover from the day.

“Caddy?” She asks quietly after a moment.

“Hmm?” Cady hums from above her, stroking through Janis’ hair.

“Are you sure you want to marry me? I’m… I’m such an idiot, sometimes. Why do you want to be stuck with this?” Janis asks sadly.

“Whoa, darling,” Cady hushes. “What? Of course I want to marry you. Of course I’m sure. I love you.”

“But why? Look at me,” Janis whines. “You said it yourself, I’m too impulsive.”

“No, mpenzi, shh for a second,” Cady says gently. “I love you because I choose to. I fell in love with you back in high school because you’re you. And now, every day, I choose to continue. I choose to love you. I love your passion, and your heart, and your mind. I love the things you create and the way you tick. And I love how impulsive you are, even though sometimes I get frustrated. You keep things interesting. And I love you for that.”

“But do you really want to deal with me forever?”

“Where is this coming from, my love?” Cady asks in concern, gently pulling her closer and kissing her forehead. “I’m not dealing with you. I’m loving you. I’m not trying to say I’m never going to get upset with you for being impulsive, just like you know you won’t always be okay with me being so set in my ways. We’re different people, we work differently. We have different minds. But we match pretty well, right?”

Janis nods and cuddles closer, but doesn’t say anything.

“I love you exactly as you are, wild decisions and all. We’ll work through stuff as it comes, but don’t think for a second that I’m ever going to stop loving you. I love the impulsivity because it’s part of you, and I love you,” Cady concludes. “And I hope you’re feeling better, because I’ve already used up a good chunk of my vows here and I still need material for the real ones.”

Janis chuckles into her chest and nods. “I’m better. I love you too. Even though you can be a stick in the mud sometimes.”

“I never understood that phrase,” Cady mumbles. “Like, if the stick is in the way of you having fun in the mud then just… pick it up and put it somewhere else.”

“I don’t think that’s what it means,” Janis chuckles. “But that is a good way to think of it. Does this mean I can pick you up and drag you out to do fun stuff?”

“You can always pick me up,” Cady chuckles, braiding little strands of Janis’ hair together. “And yes, you can sometimes make me do fun things. But I can also be the stick and stop you if you want to do something dangerous or dumb.”

“My ideas are always good,” Janis says defensively.

“Darling, you had the equivalent of about three whole cakes in one afternoon and dragged our friends down with you, sometimes your ideas aren’t great,” Cady says gently.

“Exactly. It was a great idea in theory to get it all out of the way, but it wasn’t good in practice,” Janis says.

“You should be a lawyer, you’re very good at arguing,” Cady says lovingly.

“No way, I’m done with school, thank you very much,” Janis replies.

“You’re a teacher.”

“Shhh. Quiet time.”

“Okay,” Cady giggles, kissing her forehead and drifting off for a nap alongside her fiancée.

————-

The week before the big day, both of their bachelorette parties are thrown. Cady goes off with the Plastics, while Janis gets to spend the night with Damian and Aaron.

Karen is throwing Cady’s, and she’s a little worried that her friend is going to do something crazy. She’s pleasantly surprised to find it’s just the four of them, a lot of alcohol and food, and what looks to be a spa night.

“Aww, Karen! This looks so fun, thank you!” Cady says excitedly.

“You’re welcome! Bride emoji, balloon emoji. I wanted to do something bigger, but I don’t think you would’ve liked that. So, we get to do face masks and watch movies!” Karen says.

“Yeah, this is perfect. I love it,” Cady says.

Janis shows up to Damian and Aaron’s apartment, slightly nervous about what she’ll find. Damian lets her in, and she’s pleasantly surprised to find a painting set up and a fair bit of food and booze.

“Aww, Dame,” Janis says happily. “This is great! What are we doing?”

“Getting fucked up and painting stuff,” Damian replies. Aaron comes out from the kitchen with a tray of even more snacks. “And eating. And then maybe we’ll watch movies, I don’t know yet.”

Janis hugs him tightly. “This is perfect.”

“I know,” Damian jokes. “Let’s get going, you’ll have to teach us your painting extraordinaire ways.”

“I’ll try,” Janis chuckles.

————-

Cady is squished in between Gretchen and Karen on their small couch, soaking her feet in a fancy foot bath and watching Legally Blonde. Suddenly, her phone starts ringing with a Facetime call.

“Damian? What’s up?” She asks confusedly when his face pops into view.

“Um… Janis is kind of… drunk,” he says anxiously. “And crying. Can you talk to her?”

“Oh no,” Cady pouts. “Of course I’ll talk to her, where is she?” The camera flips to show Janis curled up on the ground, weeping into her knees while Aaron awkwardly tries to comfort her. Cady dries her feet off and heads into the bathroom for a bit more privacy. “Poor thing, what happened?”

“Jan, it’s Caddy,” Damian says gently, offering her the phone. “Tell her what happened.”

Janis sobs a couple times before bursting out with a very slurred sentence. “Was-was tryin’ to paint you,” she says miserably. “B-but m’ hand wouldn’ workin’. ‘N then I for-forgot what you look-look like! ‘M gonna be a terrible wife!”

“No, darling, no,” Cady says. “Love, you’re drunk. That’s why your hand wasn’t working. And it’s okay that you forgot what I look like. Again, you’re drunk, and faces are hard to memorize. It doesn’t mean you don’t love me, it’s okay.”

“You-you’re not mad?” Janis asks shyly. Her bottom lip is still jutted out sadly, but she’s not crying quite so hard anymore.

“Of course I’m not mad,” Cady says. “I think it’s so sweet that you were even trying to paint me from memory. How much have you had to drink, mpendwa?”

“Um… six.” Janis says, which explains very little.

“Six?” Damian exclaims in shock from off camera. “Jan, that was vodka, you did six shots? Jesus Christ, no wonder you’re so drunk!”

“‘M not drunk,” Janis insists. “Th’ room’s just spinny.”

“Because you’re drunk, Janis,” Aaron explains. “Let me go get you some water.”

“‘M not drunk!” Janis says again. “Was just little cups. Little baby drinks. Why ‘m I on the floor?”

“Jellybean, those were shots, and you did a lot,” Cady says. “Do what Damian and Aaron tell you to, okay? They’ll help you feel better.”

“Not th’ boss ‘f me,” Janis pouts. Cady tries to hold back a laugh. Janis is cute when she’s drunk, but Cady is glad she doesn’t have to encounter it too often.

“They are for tonight, then I’ll help with your hangover tomorrow,” Cady says. “Behave, or no cuddles.”

“No cuddles?” Janis asks in shock, and her lower lip starts trembling again. Cady mutes herself for a second to give an exasperated sigh.

“Less cuddles. I’ll cuddle you a little bit. But if you listen and actually do what they tell you to, you’ll get more cuddles,” she says. It’s all in the phrasing.

“Oh. Mmkay,” Janis says, suddenly sounding much happier. Cady sighs in relief when she sees her chug down the water. “Caddy, I miss you.”

“I miss you too, Bluejay. I’ll see you tomorrow,” Cady says. “Keep drinking water.”

Janis suddenly sits upright and stares at the screen for a second. “Caddy, I can see you.”

“I know,” Cady chuckles. “I can see you too.”

“No, I can see you! Stay,” Janis says. “Can paint you now.”

“Jellybean, I don’t think that’s a good idea,” Cady says gently. “You should be resting. Why don’t you watch a movie with Damian and Aaron?”

Janis pouts. “But you’re not here. How ‘m I s’posed to watch movie with no Caddy?”

Cady grins at her. “I love you. Why don’t you take tonight to watch all your favorite scary movies? I’m sure we’ll be able to watch some other happy ones together tomorrow.”

“Mmkay,” Janis whines. “You’re so pretty.”

“Thank you, darling,” Cady chuckles. “You’re very pretty too. Go get comfy.”

Janis picks herself up from the ground and heads to the couch, cuddling in with a blanket. Damian sits next to her, and Aaron sits on his other side.

“There. Keep hydrated, mpendwa. I’ll see you tomorrow. I love you,” Cady says. Janis pouts when she says goodbye.

“I love you, Caddy,” she says. “G’night.”

Cady blows her kisses and hangs up before heading back to her friends.

“Everything good?” Regina asks, looking up from her phone.

“Janis got drunk and started crying because she couldn’t remember what I look like,” Cady sighs. “Give me something, I need a drink too.”

Gretchen helpfully pours her a shot of their favorite bubblegum schnapps, and Cady downs it like it’s nothing.

“Thank you. Now I really do need this spa, thanks Karen,” Cady says, settling back into her spot.

Janis comes stumbling into their apartment around noon the next day. Cady woke up with a slight hangover, but was right as rain after a few painkillers and some water. Janis doesn’t seem to be faring quite as well.

“Hey, love,” Cady says quietly as Janis takes her sunglasses off. Janis still winces at the volume. “Poor thing. Did you take anything?”

Janis shakes her head. “Did I call you yesterday?”

“Damian did for you, you were pretty upset,” Cady replies as she grabs some more medicine to help Janis’ hangover. “And drunk, so I’m not surprised you don’t remember.”

“I have no idea what happened, I remember trying to paint… you, I think, and then I have a vague memory of watching The Shining, and then I woke up with a hangover,” Janis mumbles, swallowing the pills and downing the water.

“You said you did six shots of vodka, but I don’t know if you had anything else,” Cady chuckles gently. “But yes, you did try to paint me. And I don’t think it went particularly well.”

“I’m not surprised. I haven’t been that drunk since… ever,” Janis says. She refills her own water cup and heads to lie on their small couch, kissing Cady on her way. Cady follows and lifts Janis’ feet onto her lap.

“Why did you drink so much?” Cady asks quietly. “Is everything okay?”

“I’m not planning on doing it again, if that’s what you’re worried about,” Janis jokes. Cady gives her a look. “I know. I don’t know why I did it.”

“You still want to do this?” Cady asks. Janis snaps her head up to look at her.

“What? The wedding?” She asks. Cady nods with a hint of sadness. “Baby, of course. I’ve been looking forward to it for, like, a year. Minimum. We’re gonna be wives next week, I’m so excited.”

“Are you sure?” Cady asks. “I’ve been thinking about… me, I guess. Are you sure you want me, forever? You don’t want someone more… like you? Brave and fun and cool?”

“What? Peanut,” Janis pouts, hauling herself upright with a great deal of effort and pulling her fiancée into a cuddle. “Of course I want you. I want you as long as you’ll have me. I don’t need another me, I need you. I love you. I love your random bits of knowledge that I’ll never understand and that you’re always so worried whenever I get another stupid idea.”

“But I’m so… plain. You dye your hair wacky colors and then cut it off and paint all your clothes yourself and make art and do… cool stuff. I do calculus for fun and go to bed by ten,” Cady says. “I’m so boring.”

Janis lies back down to cuddle Cady on top of her. “You’re not boring, Butterfly. You could never be boring. You’re from Africa, for crying out loud. You tell the best stories, and you help me understand things that don’t make sense. I wouldn’t have gotten through high school or college without you. And I need someone to balance me out, you know? Keep me on a leash when I get some crazy dangerous idea. I love you as you are. You’re perfect.”

Cady nuzzles into her neck. “I love you.”

“I love you too, baby. It’s like you said after the Cake Incident. We’re different people, we work differently. But we work together. We work because we balance each other out,” Janis says. “I need my Caddy.”

“I need my Jayjay,” Cady says, propping herself back up and leaning down to kiss her. Janis rests a hand on the back of her head to keep her close for a long moment. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. Man, you took up a lot of my vows, too,” Janis says with a chuckle. “Now you have to cuddle me for the rest of the day, I’m sick.”

“You’re hungover,” Cady retaliates.

“Same difference. You said you’d take care of me,” Janis pouts.

“Always,” Cady whispers.

————-

They fly home to Illinois the next day, both feeling much better. They’ve decided to spend the rest of the week apart, to make their wedding that much more special. Neither of them is particularly looking forward to their separation, but they know it’ll be worth it.

Their friends and family follow them to Illinois over the next few days while Cady and Janis run around town making sure everything is in order. The venue is perfect, Janis managed to get the cake in order, and everything else was handled months in advance. Julie gives them both a practice version of her speech, which they love. For a barely-seventeen year old, Juliana is an excellent writer.

Janis lies awake in her childhood bedroom the night before their big day. She feels almost the way she did the night before an exciting school trip as a child. But better.

She flips onto her other side and looks at the glowing green numbers on her clock. One in the morning. What to do? She’s already not used to sleeping without Cady by her side, and now with the added excitement that comes with tomorrow, Janis may never sleep again.

She only has to think for about two minutes before she makes her decision, rolling out of bed and tugging on some shoes before sneaking out her front door.

Janis zones out a bit on her way to Cady’s house, snapping back to attention when she almost walks past it. She grins to herself as she starts climbing up the same tree she used to climb to get to her girl’s window in high school.

She’s surprised to find Cady already there, sitting on the desk chair she’s pulled over and peering out the window. Cady jumps a little but grins widely as Janis’ face suddenly pops up on the other side.

“I was hoping you would come,” she whispers as she pulls the window open to haul Janis in.

“Couldn’t sleep?” Janis asks once she’s safely inside, closing the window quietly behind her. Cady shakes her head. “I couldn’t either.”

Cady reaches for her, so Janis comes to pull her in for a kiss. They still try to hold back a little bit, to keep something special for tomorrow, but neither can resist the taste and feeling of their love.

They jump apart when a massive crack of thunder booms outside. Cady peeks around Janis to find rain slamming against her window. She grins to herself and takes Janis’ hand, hauling them towards the door.

“Where are we going?” Janis asks in confusion. Cady isn’t a big fan of storms, maybe she’s taking them to hide. Instead, Cady tiptoes them to the back door and slides it open, running into the backyard in her pajamas and bare feet. “Peanut, what are you doing?!”

Cady spins around with her arms far out to her sides like the opening to The Sound of Music, the rain soaking her to the bone. She reaches for Janis, who toes off her shoes and tentatively goes to join her fiancée.

“You’re insane,” Janis says when she reaches her. “What are we doing?”

“Dance with me,” Cady says, reaching for her. Janis comes to her embrace confusedly, holding onto Cady’s waist while she grabs Janis’ neck. They’re only illuminated by the distant streetlights and occasional flash of lightning, and waltzing to the music of the thunder.

Janis thinks she understands after a while. They’re both totally soaked, their clothes dripping and hair clinging to their shoulders. But as she’s held close to her love and staring into her eyes, she feels warmer and safer than she ever has before.

“I love you,” Janis murmurs against Cady’s lips, kissing her tenderly as the raindrops mingle on their cheeks.

“I love you too,” Cady says back. “I can’t wait to marry you.”

Janis smiles against her and scoops her up. Cady squeals in surprise and clings to her tightly as Janis spins them around a few times. Janis tips her face up to see her, and Cady presses their foreheads together to stare into her eyes.

They stay like that for a while, lost in each other while the weather roars around them. After a while, Janis pipes up. “What if it rains tomorrow?”

“Then we’ll dance in it again,” Cady says. “We’ll still be married. We’ll still be with everyone we love. It’ll still be a good day.”

Janis wonders how she found someone so perfect. Little does she know, Cady is wondering the same. They lean in for another kiss at the same time. Janis rests Cady on her feet again and cups her face, while her fiancée holds her waist and inches closer.

“We should-should go in,” Cady says around chattering teeth after a long moment of bliss. “It’s cold out here.”

Janis picks her back up and carries her towards the door. “I’ll keep you warm.”

“You always do,” Cady whispers contently.

She fetches them some towels and clean pajamas and puts their old ones in the dryer. Janis follows her into bed, curling around her in their familiar way. Cady cuddles in close and inhales her comforting scent, this time getting hints of the rain they were just in.

They both drift off with a smile when they remember that this is their new forever, and their last night as just fiancées.

Janis wakes up early and sneaks back to her own house, but gets instantly busted by Julie when she comes down for breakfast.

“How was she?” Julie asks.

“What?” Janis asks with mock confusion. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Those aren’t your pajamas, and you definitely didn’t have them on last night. How is Cady?” Juliana insists.

“She’s fine,” Janis says meekly. “You should be a detective.”

“She’s, like, half your size. I don’t have to be a detective to see those pajamas clearly aren’t yours,” Julie says with a chuckle. “Come eat, stupid, it’s your big day.”

“Julie,” their mother chides as she comes down the stairs to join them for breakfast. “How was Cady, baby girl?”

“You too?” Janis asks.

“You’re not exactly sneaky, honey,” their mom chuckles. “I heard you leave. There’s only one place you would’ve gone. Nice pajamas, by the way.”

Janis groans and smacks her head on the table.

————-

Cady starts pacing once Regina finishes her hair and makeup. She looks killer, she has to admit, but the nerves are starting to set in.

“Cades, chill. Talk to me, what’s going on?” Regina says cooly, helping fix a stray curl of Gretchen’s.

“What if… what if she lied? Or she gets up there and realizes she doesn’t want me after all?” Cady says anxiously, drumming her hands against her crossed arms.

“Cady, have you seen the way she looks at you? The way you are together?” Gretchen asks gently. “She’s still head over heels for you.”

“But… but what if-“ Cady tries, this time getting cut off by Karen.

“Cady, listen for a second,” Karen says, remarkably soothingly. Cady calms enough that she stops pacing for a second. “If this wasn’t happening. If you weren’t getting married today, would you have any doubt that Janis loves you, like, a lot? If this was just another day together for you. Would you be this scared?”

“No,” Cady admits.

“It’s just because this is, like, a symbol of permanence or whatever,” Karen shrugs. “You love each other, but this is still kind of a big adjustment for you. It’s okay that you are, but you shouldn’t be scared.”

Cady blinks as she tries to process the words of wisdom from Karen. “I-yeah, okay. Thanks, Karen.”

“You’re welcome! Now come get dressed,” Karen insists happily, brandishing Cady’s outfit for the ceremony.

Cady takes it happily and pulls it on.

—————

Janis is also panicking in another room a little ways away. Damian is chasing her around with his makeup brushes, trying to finish his masterpiece.

“Janjan, at least stop moving,” he begs.

“There’s no point to the makeup because… there’s… I don’t even know! I can’t do it,” Janis says anxiously.

Damian collapses onto the chair formerly occupied by Janis for a break. “Why?”

“What?”

“Why?” Damian repeats. “Why do you think you can’t do it?”

“Because… because she deserves better,” Janis says. “Someone better.”

“But what does she want?” Damian asks. They’ve had this conversation several times since Cady and Janis got together. “Jan. What does Caddy want?”

“Me,” Janis whispers after a beat. “But-“

“Ah! Ah-ah-ah.” Damian interrupts. “What do you want most for Caddy?”

“For her to be happy,” Janis says immediately.

“And who makes her happy?” Damian prompts.

“Me,” Janis admits with a pout.

“Exactly. You are what she deserves. You are her ‘better’. You’re her best, because you both deserve happiness, and that’s what you give each other,” Damian says quietly. “Today is just supposed to celebrate your love. Now sit your ass down so I can make you pretty.”

Janis pouts harder, but does sit back down in her seat and let Damian finish his work.

————-

An hour later, it’s finally time. Damian heads down first, scattering flower petals down the cloth they’re using for an aisle. Everyone chuckles as he does it in his typically dramatic fashion, adding a personal flair to every handful tossed.

He comes back and grabs Aaron, and they head down together, followed by Julie and Gretchen, and then Karen and Regina. Julie runs back down as well, walking Janis down the aisle along with their mom.

Janis grins slightly as she passes the front row and sees the framed photo of her dad next to another framed picture of Cady’s brother, side by side in the empty seats. There’s a rainbow sash draped over each picture frame, to include them both in the ceremony as they should’ve been.

Janis kisses her mom on the cheek as she stands at the altar, and grins at Julie as she heads behind it to prepare. She’s adjusting her white blazer when the music suddenly kicks off again, and she looks down to see Cady coming down the aisle with her parents.

They’re leaving the dresses for the reception since Gretchen had practically begged them to. The dresses took much more time to design and construct, so she wanted them to get as much wear out of them as possible.

But Cady looks absolutely stunning in her tight white pants and top, complete with a cape that accentuates her shoulders. There’s a positively radiant smile on her face as she makes her way to Janis. Cady hugs her parents tightly as they reach the end of the aisle, before coming to stand in front of her fiancée. They join hands instinctively, giving each other little squeezes.

They’re absolutely lost in each other as Julie begins, staring into each other’s eyes and barely hearing the words being spoken and reactions from the crowd. They also miss the prompt to begin their vows. Cady jumps in surprise when Gretchen pokes her in the back and hands over the ring.

Cady takes the ring with her shaky hands and rests it on the tip of Janis’ finger so she doesn’t drop it, pulling some note cards out of her pocket with her other hand. She clears her throat quickly and begins her vows.

“Janis,” Cady says, squeezing Janis’ hands. “My darling, my Bluejay, my love. When you found me in the bathroom all those years ago, I could’ve never imagined that we’d be here today. But I couldn’t be happier that we are.”

Janis squeezes her back and tries to resist the urge to kiss her before they’re allowed to. Cady takes a deep breath as the tears start flowing and continues.

“One of the last big speeches I made was our junior year Spring Fling. That was… a big day for both of us, but anyway. In that speech, I equated our entire graduating class to stars. I stand by it, but I’ve realized something since then. If everyone is a star, then you are my North Star. You’re the one that shines the brightest, and the one I can always count on to be there. But most importantly, you are the star that guides me home. I just have to follow you, and I’m right where I need to be. You are my home. I promise to love you, always. I promise to help you shine when you feel like you can’t, and to guide you home when you feel lost. We’ll be each other’s brightest star. I love you, more than all the stars in the sky.”

Janis sniffles a few times as Cady slides the rest of the ring on and repeats after Julie, processing the most beautiful words she’s ever heard. It’s her turn then, which she’s violently reminded of when Damian jabs her in the back. She straightens abruptly and pulls out her own cards. Janis re-wrote her vows this morning and quite literally ran them by Damian for a proofread, so she’s desperately hoping they’re suitable.

“Cady,” Janis begins. “That’s the first and last time I’m ever going to pronounce your name correctly, so I hope you enjoyed it.”

Cady chuckles thickly around her tears and squeezes her hands. Janis takes a deep breath and continues, trying to keep the shake from her voice.

“I want to take this time to thank you. For loving me even when I eat too much cake, or get drunk and call you in tears because I can’t work out how to paint you. I want to thank you for being my sunshine. For teaching me how to dance in the rain, and for showing me how good it can be. For showing me what it means to be loved, and letting me know how to love you in return. You light up even my stormiest days, by just being there to weather them out with me. You are the only sunshine I’ll ever need, and I promise to return the favor. I can’t promise I’ll be able to help you through everything we’ll ever go through, but I can promise to love you through everything. I promise to be the light when you feel you can’t show yours, and to help you dance in the rain when the clouds won’t part. I love you more than anything under the sun.”

Cady lets out a choked sob as she finishes, and they both quickly fumble through getting her wedding ring on. Julie coaches them through the other vows and ‘I do’s’ and then says the magic words.

“By the power vested in me by an online class I took in ten minutes, I now pronounce you wives. You can kiss,” Julie says, mumbling an “If you must.” Under her breath afterwards.

Cady practically lunges for her, grabbing Janis’ face and pulling her into the most important kiss they’ll ever share. They both pour all the emotions they’re feeling into it, but break apart after just a few seconds to keep things chaste for their families. Janis smiles wider than she ever has before and rests their foreheads together.

“Hi wife,” she whispers contently, glad to finally be rid of the dreaded fiancée title. Cady grins back at her and wraps her arms around her neck.

“Hi wife,” she says back. “We gotta go.”

Janis is snapped back to reality at that, remembering they’re not alone. She grabs Cady’s hand and leads them back down the aisle, together this time. Once they reach the end of it, Cady leaps into her arms. Janis catches her and spins them around joyfully.

“Janis, you’re my wife,” Cady whispers once the dizzying sensation fades.

“And you’re my wife,” Janis says back. “You look so beautiful.”

“So do you,” Cady says. “I can’t wait to see your dress.”

“Then let’s go,” Janis murmurs, kissing her gently and carrying her wife away.

————-

Their moms each help them put their dresses on, since they take just a bit of wiggling. Cady’s is short sleeved, with a tight bodice and a poofy skirt. The top layer is lace, with rainbow flowers around her neckline that fade out into the white around her waist. She feels like a princess.

Janis’ has long lace sleeves, and the whole thing is more uniform. Her skirt is flowy more than poofy, and her rainbow gradient goes the opposite way. She looks like she’s been walking through rainbow flower petals that gradually fade into the white of her dress as you look up. She feels like a fairy.

They decide to do a ‘first look’ now, in their dresses and technically officially married. Each of them hides behind a tree and pops out when Regina, their photographer yet again, gives them the cue.

Cady gasps when she sees her wife and reaches for her eagerly. Janis shuffles over and lets Cady pull her in.

“You’re so beautiful,” Cady murmurs. “Look at you, my love. How did I get so lucky?”

Janis blushes violently and leans down to kiss her. “You look incredible. And you got your swishy skirt.”

“I know, lookit!” Cady says happily, taking a step back and shaking her hips to show off the excellent swish. Janis chuckles lovingly and snatches her back in.

“You’re adorable. Should we go?” Janis asks, kissing Cady’s nose. She distantly registers a flash from the camera.

“Do we have to?” Cady whines quietly. “Can’t I just be alone with my wife?”

Janis grins. “Later. Don’t you want to see if the cake was worth it?”

Cady perks up a little bit at that. “Oh, yeah! Okay, yeah, let’s go.”

————-

Kevin announces their arrival at the reception, which is happening in exactly the same place at the ceremony but with a new massive tent put up to keep away bugs. Surprisingly, Kevin is doing an excellent job. They gave him the rule of ‘no original material’ which has kept them mostly safe. He’s honestly not a bad DJ.

Janis and Cady enter hand in hand to the cheers of their friends and family and head to the floor for their first dance. They chose Tale as Old as Time from Beauty and the Beast, the first song they ever danced to together as a couple way back in high school.

They sway gently around and stare into each other’s eyes. Janis notices Cady whispering things under her breath as they move.

“What are you saying?” She murmurs gently against Cady’s lips.

“I love you,” Cady whispers back. “In all the languages I know. And the ones I don’t.”

Janis smiles at her. “I love you so much. In all the languages I speak.”

“All two?” Cady chuckles. Janis nods.

“And the rest that I don’t. I love you more than any language could say,” Janis murmurs.

“Stop trying to be cuter than me, it’s working too well,” Cady whines. Janis chuckles.

“I’m not trying to, it’s just happening,” she whispers. Cady rolls her eyes but presses in for another kiss. The song comes to an end and they begrudgingly break apart for their parent dances. Janis dances with her mom and sister while Cady dances with her parents. Janis looks almost longingly at the photos of her dad and Rhys. She and Cady wish their whole families could’ve been present, but they’ve definitely felt them around all day.

After the dances it’s time for cake, Janis’ other big reveal. Cady looks very impressed with what she managed to put together. Even after The Incident, Janis went with three tiers. Lemon on the bottom, chocolate fudge cake in the middle, and white on the top. Janis refused to allow fondant anywhere near it, so the cake is covered in white buttercream and has a rainbow of frosting flowers spiraling up the sides diagonally.

Cady pouts when they have to cut into its beauty. They carefully cut out a piece and grab the forks, feeding each other the first bite. They both independently decide to try to smear the first one on each other’s face, but both laugh and actually taste it with the second.

Cady tenderly wipes some stray frosting off of Janis’ cheek and pulls her in for yet another kiss as the party goes on around them. “Today was perfect.”

Janis nods in agreement, kissing her back gently. “It was. I love you, wifey.”

“I love you too, wifey,” Cady giggles. “So much.”

They chat lightly with their guests for a while as everyone dances and celebrates, until Janis notices Cady slip out of the tent alone. Obviously Janis follows.

It’s sprinkling lightly, just barely a drizzle. Cady stands in the center of the clearing and looks up to the sky. Janis gently comes up to hug her from behind so she doesn’t startle her wife.

“Whatcha doing?” She murmurs, kissing up and down Cady’s neck gently. Cady gives a happy shudder and leans back into her.

“Checking for that,” Cady replies, pointing to the sky. Janis is confused until she looks up and sees a rainbow stretching across the sky. “And I needed a minute.”

“There’s two,” Janis realizes after looking for a second. “Look above it.”

“How fitting,” Cady breathes happily, observing the faint second rainbow just barely visible. “Thanks, nature.”

Janis chuckles and kisses her cheek. Cady turns around to face her, resting her head against Janis’ shoulder and starting to dance.

“I said we’d dance in the rain again, now we have to,” she whispers. Janis sways them back and forth as gently as she can, knowing Gretchen would have to be restrained from homicide if they got the dresses muddy. “Your vows were so beautiful.”

“So were yours, did you not see me crying?” Janis giggles. “I wrote mine this morning.”

“Really?” Cady asks, pulling back to see her. “I thought you said you already had them.”

“I did, I wrote them again. After last night in the storm,” Janis says lowly. “Everything just fell into place.”

“It did. I love you,” Cady murmurs. Janis bends down to kiss her.

“I love you too,” she says when they pull back for a second. They lean in again, before Damian throws the door to the tent open to look for them.

“Stop being cute and romantic in private, it’s time for speeches,” he insists. “And watch the dresses, princesses.”

“Okay, okay,” Cady chuckles, letting him haul them both back to their loved ones.

Regina actually goes first, giving a beautiful speech about their journey together and the things they’ve all been through, with a good smattering of jokes peppered throughout. Julie goes next and tells a story of a time when she and Janis were much younger and Janis used to sleepwalk. Julie had, evidently, woken up one night to find her sister wandering around her room and occasionally staring at her. Janis flushes in embarrassment, and then groans when she realizes that Damian is up next.

He goes on for a while, but he’s such an entertaining storyteller that nobody minds. Damian first tells the story of the time Janis accidentally broke his nose in middle school with one punch, which makes Cady look at her with raised eyebrows. Janis knows she’s going to have to tell her more of the story later. Then, Damian moves on to the story of how they rescued Cady and forcibly led her to join their little duo and become the perfect gay-fecta.

He closes with, “I’ve said for years that I’m too gay to function, so I’d never thought I’d love two women so much. Caddy, Janjan, congratulations. And remember the intervention.”

The ending is a little ominous, but Cady and Janis both laugh and clap for him as he steps away from the microphone.

The reception continues well into the night, and it’s nearly four in the morning by the time they help each other out of their dresses and fall into bed. Cady cuddles into her wife and stares at the rings adorning their intertwined hands.

Janis relaxes against her and nuzzles in, both of them sighing contently as they have their first married snuggle.

Until Janis suddenly sits bolt upright with wide eyes, startling Cady. “What’s the matter?”

“I’m Josh,” Janis says. “My initials.”

Cady is confused, but then she thinks of Janis’ initials. Janis Olivia Sarkisian-Heron does in fact spell Josh. Cady bursts out laughing as Janis cuddles into her with a whine.

“My poor sweet wife,” Cady giggles hysterically. “You agreed to the name.”

“I didn’t think! I didn’t know it would make me a Josh,” Janis moans.

“Do you want to change it?” Cady says, stroking through Janis’ dark hair and twisting little bits together. Janis shakes her head.

“I can live with it,” Janis sighs. “I like it. It’s our name.”

“I like it too. I’m Cady Jane Sarkisian-Heron now,” Cady replies.

“And someday soon you’ll be Doctor Cady Jane Heron and I get to be your trophy wife,” Janis says happily. Cady bursts into laughter again.

“Wouldn’t I be Doctor Sarkisian-Heron?” She asks once she calms down a bit.

“If you really want to, but I am absolutely not going through all the schooling to get a PhD in math,” Janis says. “The Sarkisian part of you has nothing to do with it. I’m just here for moral support.”

“That’s a good point,” Cady admits. “We should sleep, we have a flight tomorrow.”

“To Africaaaaaaa,” Janis replies, stretching the end as long as she can. Cady giggles and cuddles her closer.

“You’re a goof. I love you,” she whispers, tipping them onto their sides and resting her forehead against her wife’s. Janis pouts at the lack of kisses, so Cady peppers a few on her lips until she’s satisfied.

“I love you too,” Janis murmurs back. “Goodnight wife.”

“Goodnight Josh.”

“Hey!”

hope you enjoyed!

request status is still the same, but I am making progress and hope to have them re-opened soon.

thanks for reading!

lots of love,

ezzy

#cadnis #paint by numbers #space safari #cady heron x janis sarkisian #cady x janis #cady heron #janis sarkisian #damian hubbard #aaron samuels #regina george #gretchen wieners #karen smith #mean girls #mean girls broadway #mean girls musical

11 notes · View notes

agentdagonet · 4 years

Note

Here's a prompt! Merlahad, Kingsman verse, domestic habits/rituals when off-mission. Bonus if they make out a lot 😂 thank you

Okay, @mang-o, I doubt this is exactly what you wanted but I couldn’t help myself. Welcome to my strange headcanon of Merlahad having simple actions and/or foods prepared in certain ways that denote messages because of course our spy husbands have their own language.

I don’t know how much sense it makes written out like this, but I couldn’t resist.

‘… and that’s why I-’ Eggsy froze entirely as Harry swept into the room, placed a kiss to the top of Merlin’s head, and swept his way back out again. ‘The fuck was that?’

‘I assume you’re familiar with kisses, lad, if only in concept as opposed to experience-’

‘Oi!’

‘What’s the issue, Eggsy?’ Merlin rubbed at his temple with one hand, and Eggsy couldn’t help but check to see if there was a bright lipstick mark left where Harry’s lips had been. Like a bad cartoon, despite knowing logically that neither man wore lip colour outside of a mission’s necessity.

‘He didn’ say anythin’, just came in and-’

‘He’s out of the country for the night.’ Merlin stated plainly, as if it were common knowledge that when Harry was going to be out of the country for a mission he would kiss Merlin’s head without saying anything.

‘And?’

‘And nothing, Eggsy, perhaps when you’ve had a partner for more than a number of hours you’ll develop such rituals.’ Merlin shuffled the files in his hands without looking up.

‘You’re an arsehole.’

‘I’ve never claimed otherwise.’

—

Harry arrived on home soil with little fanfare, but there was a steaming cup of tea on his desk. He smiled as he ran a finger along the rim before picking it up to take a sip.

‘Ah, late night for Merlin, then- I’ll fetch some dinner for him before going home.’

—

Eggsy watched incredulously from the hall as Harry forced his way into Merlin’s office, arms laden with bags of takeaway and feet covered only by a pair of slippers shaped like sharks. He came closer to the doorjamb, eyebrows steadily climbing his face, to watch Harry.

Harry arranged the takeaway on the small table by the sofa, for the most part- though he did put a few bags into the small refrigerator sat by Merlin’s desk. He pulled out what had to be the softest looking blanket he’d ever seen from somewhere and nodded once before leaving the office, sans note, having been without his glasses for the entirety of the moment.

Hours after, Merlin was tucked away in their blanket and knew that by the time he woke tomorrow Harry would be across the world once again.

—

Merlin was halfway through his cold egg rolls for breakfast when he looked up to find a confused Roxanne with a thermos.

‘I- uh, to be honest I’m not sure what I’m doing here, sir. But, I had a note with some very specific instructions sent to me from the Arthur line so…’ She shrugged, and held the thermos ahead of her like it was some kind of explosive.

Merlin allowed himself to smile at her as he took the thermos from her grip before opening it to take a whiff of the contents. He made a face and offered it back, but Roxy grinned as she stepped back.

‘There were instructions, sir.’ She nodded once before walking out, and Merlin could hear her laughter echo down the hall.

He hated unexpected delays.

—

Eggsy’d given up on figuring out Merlin and Harry’s relationship. Not that was really any of his business in the first place, but work’s work and gossip’s gossip. It was part of being forced to spend ungodly amounts of hours surrounded by the same people for far too long to contemplate.

But this was just a step too far.

‘I get it, you’re happily married or whatever but get the fuck off of my desk!’ Eggsy didn’t yell, though he did raise his voice, at the sight of Merlin rather enthusiastically pinning Harry to his desk to snog. At least, that’s all Eggsy thought- hoped- was happening on his desk.

To no surprise, he was given a matching set of v’s in return with no pause to the wet noises or muffled groaning. With a huff he left the room, locking it fully with the biometrics he hadn’t told Merlin he’d installed.

They’d be let out when he wanted them to be, and maybe they’d find a different room the next time they were “making up for lost time.”

Taking Kingsman prompts! Will attempt anything once!

#dagonet writes #merlahad #domestic fluff #mang-o

34 notes · View notes

btsunniemoonie · 5 years

Text

Headcanon: Namjoon as your boyfriend

After the Jungkook scenario, I was asked by a cute anon to do the same for Namjoon and here I am, back with another headcanon!

Namjoon as your boyfriend.

Is there anything purer than that?

Hardly...

No warnings except excessive fluff.

All credits to gif owners.

Boyfriend Namjoon

OKAY BUT

RKive

Bye

He probably got you the cuddliest and softest blanket there is for the times when you’re over in his studio which is (always) often

When you fall asleep on his couch during late nights and he turns around, you can actually hear his heart shatter to a million pieces

literally

Will stand up and walk up to you to cover you properly

While leaning forward and pressing his lips against your forehead

Gently pushes one stray strand of hair out of your face, stroking it and tracing your features with his fingertips

He is always in a trace when he looks at you because to him you are the most beautiful creature in the world

this boy is so weak for you it’s not even funny anymore

The smile on his face

In all its dimpled glory

but

Love equals clumsiness

So watch out

especially during the beginning when he’s trying to act smooth, he tends to ... yeah, fail

“Hey babe, I got a new jacket, what do you-“

While trying to show off, he accidentally knocked a mug off the kitchen counter, making its half-full contents spill all over the floor and cupboards, the mug itself shattering on the ground with the shards everywhere

He will blush so much and revert to a shy little boy, instantly leaning down to pick up the broken pieces

and of course, cutting himself because around you he can’t seem to make the shaking of his hands stop

He will flinch, biting his lip to not make a sound but you being the ever attentive girlfriend will notice immediately and, with a slight sigh but a very gentle smile on your lips, will get him out of the mess and instead pull him into the bathroom

You will make him sit down on the closed lid of the toilet because the rim of the bathtub is not safe for him and get out the first aid kit (which is not the first time; you have it conveniently stored by now)

Although he’s shying away, he will eventually open his hand with a little bit of coaxing from your side

(because did he really embarrass himself in front of the love of his life AGAIN?!)

When he opens his hand, you will see what happened, how the blood is pooling in his hand

You really learned how to treat little wounds well (kudos to him)

He thinks while watching you with big eyes

You’re so preoccupied, you probably won’t notice how he gives you T H E LOOK TM

A smile so tender and soft will light up his features

His heart will beat away in his chest

His bottom lip sucked between his teeth

as he holds his breath

not believing how he was able to land someone like you, a perfect, beautiful girl

“There you go, all done.”

He will be so shy when your eyes lock when you look up

Probably blushing

But he won’t look away

instead, he will take your face between his hands very carefully

he always treats you delicately, scared that he will break you otherwise

and kisses your lips

Have you seen his lips?!?

His kisses

OMG PLEASE

H E A V E N

soft pecks

slow kisses

loving and passionate making-out sessions

Whatever it is, those lips surely will be your downfall

Throw in his sweet words in between

with that voice of his

D O O M

He is probably T H E boyfriend

All those partner outfits

and all those aesthetically pleasing selcas

“Let's take a picture here?”

“Anything you want sweet cheeks!”

He will probably call you sweet cheeks, baby girl and baby

T A L K S

It’s such a sophisticated relationship istg

He is in constant search of wisdom and how to further evolve and develop himself, so the need to articulate himself is very high

He needs to share his insights and ideas with someone

and who would be better than you?

He will come up to you, curl his arms around your waist from behind while leaning his chin on the top of your head, telling you about the book he read

Will feel the need to talk to you about topics that most wouldn’t dare address or simply don’t care about

“Don’t you think it’s fascinating how a piece of convexed glass can improve sight? How does someone even think of that?”

He will ask the most random things at the weirdest times

His thirst for knowledge is so big

Yet sometimes he just needs silence

During those times he really appreciates when you place his head on your lap and just caress his hair or spoon him

Your relationship is equal and even though he is the man most of the times, he will have his weak moments, not feeling ashamed to display them in front of you

He trusts you fully

He invests in this relationship fully too

So he wouldn’t feel uncomfortable with letting you in and showing you his feelings (including the ones that aren’t positive)

When he comes home after a long day the only thing that can light him up is you

Wants to snuggle with you

Will wordlessly pull you to your bedroom or coach, whichever is closer, and simply drape himself all over you

His face deeply buried in the crook of your neck

The only thing he needs now is your comforting smell and the faint beat of your heart

He will immediately calm down because now he’s finally home

Will probably fall asleep in that position, thankful that you don’t ask but simply understand

Meeting your parents

God

He will be SO nervous, his hands shaking

because he has to make a good first impression

You’re the only one he wants to marry, after all, so he shouldn’t fuck things up with his future in-laws

At least not right off the bat at the first meeting

You’re probably invited to dinner on a nice afternoon

And he comes out of the bathroom three hours before

In a tuxedo, his hair slicked back, looking better than ever but also way too overdressed

And you’re just O///O

“Do you think this is okay?”

You’re at a complete loss, standing up and coming up to him

“Joonie, don’t you think this is a little too much?”

Because damn, it is and this boy went all the way out

Panic dances in his eyes at your words

You’d have to pull him in a loving embrace because

“I want them to like me.”

“I don’t wanna mess this up.”

And you’d have to calm him down because this poor boy would be so scared and worried

“They will love you. I told them about you and remember when we skyped with them?”

Your voice and words would calm him down gradually and he’d hug you back, kissing the side of your neck

He’d probably wear normal pants with a button down and glasses, something he’s more comfortable with but something that’s still chic

In front of your parent’s door, he would take your hand and squeeze it tenderly while closing his eyes and breathing through before pressing the bell

He’d instantly switch into leader-mode

He is used to facing situations he was never in and can handle them coolly without showing off how much he worries inside

He would greet your mother so politely and gift her a bouquet of flowers or something else with his dimpled smile

“I see where (y/n) got her beauty from.”

He’d be so charming

your mother would fall for him right away, giggling and ushering the two of you inside

He is an absolute professional

Ever the gentleman

He’d always allow you first, gesturing you inside

Have you seen this boy and his habits?

He will call your dad sir and nothing else istg

He’d be so respectful and bow in front of him as soon as he catches a glimpse of him

He’d sit right next to you but would be so decent all the time, holding light conversation with your dad

Until your mum calls you into the kitchen to help her out

He’d panic internally when you’d round the corner

because you’re gone

and he’s alone with your father

But

to his surprise

no, your dad doesn’t want to fillet him

Instead, he simply smiles and continues to tell the story

Namjoon will listen attentively and nod, throwing in some comments here and there

The two of them will lose track of time because

Namjoon is so fascinated by the stories of the past your father tells and the experiences he made

while your dad finds the point of view of Namjoon refreshing and interesting

The two of them get along just swimmingly, looking up surprised when you’d call them to eat

He’d pull out the stool for you, letting you sit first before taking the spot right beside you

His manners are impeccable

Dinner would go so smoothly, conversation flowing easily and everybody would enjoy themselves

Your parents are absolutely smitten with his good manners and competence

while Namjoon would slowly grow more and more comfortable because of the hospitality and warmth your parents greeted him with

The evening would end on a bliss point, your parents waving while the two of you would get the car ready

He’d smile so brightly

His hand tightly interlaced with yours while he drives, looking forward

His eyes would always stray to you though

He can never keep his eyes away from you for too long when you’re around

“It went well huh?”

He’d chuckle so happily

nodding

and squeezing your hand

“I’m so glad. Now it won’t be a problem to ask for your hand.”

Cue the coughing fit from your side because

aslkfhfaka?!??

He wouldn’t even notice his slip of words until he’d spot the blush you’re sporting

but he’d be the ever so smooth RM and move your interlaced hands up to his lips

kissing the back of your hand gently

“You didn’t think I’d ever let you go, right?”

The smirk on his face would be so smug

the love in his eyes evident, however

He is WEAK for your aegyo

You know that thing he does when he’s shy or overly happy?

Where he squeezes his eyes shut and just SMILES

YEAH EXACTLY THAT

He does that a lot around you

And he can’t say no to you when you do your aegyo on him

it works

every

single

time

“Please, let's watch Mulan.”

“But we just watched it last week.”

“Puwease.”

He’d hide behind his hands all shy and so bashful and it’d end up with the two of you cuddled up on the couch, watching Mulan yet again

He wouldn’t even complain because how could he?

You’re happy, your eyes are sparkling like the most beautiful diamonds with a smile on your pretty lips while you’re all cuddled up to him like a koala

Snacks and beverages scattered around you

The lights dimmed

The movie playing

This must be heaven, he thinks

He doesn’t need much

Just the right company in a nice environment can work a long way

And you are the best company there is

His inner batteries would recharge fully

The fluttering and shimmying feeling taking a hold of his insides

His inspiration circulating through him

The motivation burning under his fingers

You’d be the reason why he wants to be a better person every day

He wants to grow and learn

Make a step forward every single day, no matter how small

and he’d take you with him

He’d support you like nobody else

Sitting down with you and talking about the things you want to achieve

And helping you make them become true

Sure, hardships are inevitable, fights sometimes can’t be avoided

but it’s about handling them and dealing with them

and he’d always talk things out with you

Trying to solve the underlying problems

You’d be a team like nobody else

All the members would be jealous of you (in a good sense though)

They’d be so glad their precious leader found someone who’s so compatible with him and goes to such great lengths to make him a better person

“Behind every great man, there stands a woman”

You’d be that literal woman, helping him through everything

From minor things like bringing him food up the way to listening to the deepest sorrows and worries

Knowing he can rely on you in every matter would make him so much greater and powerful

He’d be so much more focused on letting other’s feel what you make him feel

and so, you’d become his muse

You’d be the love standing behind every single song of his

You’d be the inspiration behind every lyric

You’re the reason he’s thriving even harder

Just imagining your heartfelt smile would let the creativity run wild in him

His thoughts somersaulting as his fingers are way too slow to keep up with the speed the words are coming up with

He’d be in the best mood when things at work would work out

and to think that he’s so blessed to come home to you

He is the type of person to bring you little presents after coming home from work

be it food so that you don’t have to cook (even though he loves your home cooked food more than anything)

or a little keychain that he thought was cute

Or even a blossom that fell off just as he crossed underneath the cherry tree that was in full bloom

“The beauty reminded me of you; the only difference is, you’re not transient because I will never let you go.”

He’s so cheesy and he is not even sorry for it

He will make you feel all the love he holds for you and he is not ashamed of it

He is a very gentle and loving person

and he will worship you

All of you, at all times

His touches will be so tender

And he will murmur and whisper so many praises against your skin

He will kiss you, leaving warm flames in their wake as he maps your body out in a pace that can only be called slow

His warm hands will make you feel so safe

He will love you so thoroughly and will put you over himself always because that’s simply how he is

For him pleasure is all about intimacy, holding your hands, looking into your eyes, whispering warm words, kisses

just getting lost in each other and becoming one

Ecstasy in the softest way

The love will be so pure and unfiltered

So real

He will always prioritize you

All in all, Kim Namjoon is simply the most perfect smol bean the face of earth has ever seen

Admin Moonie 🌙

453 notes · View notes

bluesfortheredj · 5 years

Text

You tap the end of your make up brush against your palm as you wait for the next person to enter your trailer, and as soon as your hear his voice from outside the door, your heart skips a beat. You jump up from leaning on the counter then straighten out your shirt and quickly smooth down your hair before he sees you.

“Ready for me?” he asks as he enters without knocking.

“Oh, Gwilym, I’m always ready for you,” you grin, and he blushes as he laughs.

“You’ve made my day already and it’s only half six,” he sighs happily as he drops himself down into the chair that faces the large mirror. You lean over from the side as you begin to wipe his face with a cleanser, then apply a nourishing cream as a base for his make up, and as you dab at his skin you find your eyes wandering down to the deep v shape in his cream t-shirt. Your tongue darts out from between your lips to lick them as you eye his chest hair and he smiles to himself in the mirror as he watches you carefully.

“So, what do you prefer on a man, (Y/N)… A bit of chest hair, or smooth and shaven?” he asks as you meet his gaze. Your mouth opens to reply but no sound comes out, so you end up looking like a fish as your lips move together then apart again.

“Can’t beat a bit of hair,” you eventually manage to squeak.

“I thought you’d say that,” he chuckles.

This was the part of your morning routine that you enjoyed the most, and Gwilym had become increasingly bold with his flirting recently as you got to know each other better and better each day. Your days had become that much brighter knowing that you’d get to see him, and you soon found yourself counting down the hours until you saw him again which you knew was a bad sign.

“(Y/N), can I ask you something?” Gwilym suddenly questions as you turn to your table full of make up and pick up a small tube of primer.

“Of course,” you smile when you turn back to face him.

“I was just-”

“Is pretty boy done yet?” Ben asks as he barges through the door unceremoniously.

Both you and Gwilym let out frustrated sighs as he flops down on the couch at the end of the trailer while he waits for you to be done with Gwil, and your conversation stops dead in its tracks.

“You don’t need to stop on my account,” Ben smirks over at you both as you hurriedly finish off Gwil’s make up.

“All done!” you announce, then turn to your table so you don’t have to watch him leave.

“Right, what am I in for today then?” Ben grins as he plants himself in the chair that Gwilym was sat in only moments ago, “oh, and sorry for disrupting you two love birds.”

“I don’t know what you mean,” you reply as you bustle around the counter and almost knock a bottle of foundation on the floor.

“Of course you don’t, and neither does Gwilym either apparently,” he smirks.

“Got your drumsticks on you?” you ask.

“No, why?”

“Well that’s a shame, I need something to hit you with,” you laugh before giving him a playful slap on the arm.

“Not my fault you two are so obvious about it,” he winks as he rubs his skin where you hit him.

Once Ben was finished and your trailer falls quiet as everyone makes their way to set, you take a few minutes to yourself and sit down with a cup of tea and your phone for company. Your thumb scrolls through instagram as usual, liking the odd photo every now and again, but you stop when it gets to the suggested people and you spot your ex boyfriend’s face straight away. A sinking feeling grows in the pit of your stomach as your eyes fixate on the tiny picture on the screen, and you almost tap on his profile before you think better of it and scroll past quickly.

The nagging voice in the back of your head continues throughout the day, making it increasingly difficult to resist taking a peek. It was a simple curiosity of what he was up to in life now, and things hadn’t ended badly so there was no negativity there; it’s like when you see an old school friend on facebook, and you have to click on their profile, even though you know it’s going to be filled with pictures of their children. You made a decision as soon as you left work that night, and if you were still wondering about it all in the morning, then you’d look.

As expected you wake up with that same thought floating around in your mind like a small cloud on an otherwise clear day, and you tap on instagram to see your suggested people hadn’t changed. There he was again, his blank expression staring back at you from his chosen photo. He never was one for smiling and that alone makes you chuckle to yourself before you finally press on it to see his profile.

“Oh, wow,” you say aloud as you see that he’s now married. He looks happy and it made you happy to see that rare smile in his wedding photo. His wife is pretty, thin, and blonde, and they look wonderful together in the pictures from their big day. You don’t spend too long on his profile and when you come off of it you’re not feeling too bad about it all, but then the comparisons start.

Of course everyone takes life at their own pace, but you’re the same age and he’s married already. Sure, other people your age have kids too, and most of them in school now, but there was something about this that was getting to you because you could not be further from anything like that in your life right now. You’d love to be settled with someone, but you are on the downhill slope towards thirty with no sign of a partner, and suddenly you start to wonder why. Your thoughts spiral on your way to work, and the fact that it’s four in the morning and you haven’t had a coffee yet is definitely not helping.

“Morning!” Gwilym grins as he walks into the trailer soon after you arrive, holding two cups of coffee, “I saw you walk in and thought you could use this. You look a little sombre this morning.”

“Thanks,” you smile as you take the cup from him, but you’re too distracted to say anything else.

“Is everything okay?” he asks as he takes his seat and looks up at you with a concerned frown.

“Fine,” you nod, “just fine.”

Gwilym frowns as you start to pick up items from your table then put them back down again when you realise they’re not what you need, and he reaches his hand out to yours to comfort you.

“Hey, you can talk to me if you want,” he says softly as his fingers stroke your knuckles.

“I’m fine,” you smile weakly.

“Alright then, here’s a question for you,” he grins, settling back in the chair, “men with long curly hair or short and swept to the side?”

“Both. At the same time,” you chuckle lightly, but stop almost as soon as you’ve started, then get to work in a solemn silence. Gwilym tries his best to get you into a proper conversation but it doesn’t work, and your answers are kept short. As he leaves the trailer he notices you hunch over in front of the mirror and take a look at yourself with an expression of disdain, and it leaves him with a sadness that sticks by him for the rest of the day.

“Have you seen (Y/N)?” he asks every person he passes once he’s done with filming. Finally he gets an answer from one of the women from wardrobe, and he finds you sitting by yourself on a chair near the car park, twirling a cigarette around in your hand.

“Didn’t know you smoked,” he smiles kindly as he approaches your slumped figure.

“I haven’t done in years,” you sigh, not taking your eyes off of the stick that rests between your fingers.

“Feeling stressed?” Gwil asks as he sits down on the floor next to you.

“I’m feeling… Unsettled.”

“Do you want to tell me why?”

“It’s stupid, really,” you say as you shake your head.

“It’s not stupid if it’s upsetting you this much. You were like a completely different person this morning, I’ve been worrying about you all day.”

You turn to look at him and meet his bright blue eyes which are filled with concern as they study your face, then you slide off of your chair so you can sit leaning up against his arm. He gladly places his arm around your shoulders as he smiles to himself, then waits for you to open up to him.

“So I know that you shouldn’t compare your life to anyone else’s, but when I’m surrounded by people that are the same age who are getting married, having children, and generally doing very grown up things that seem so far away in my own life, sometimes it just gets to me, you know? It sounds stupid, and my goodness do I sound ungrateful, but-”

“No, you don’t sound stupid in the slightest. I feel the same sometimes. Everyone sort of assumes that because of my job my life is sorted, but it’s not at all. Professionally, yes, but personally, far from it.”

“Exactly! I couldn’t be happier with my job, and I know that I’m one of the very few people in my friendship group who can say they enjoy going to work everyday, but that’s only part of it. Everything else is all up in the air, and the pressure and expectations set by everyone else just overwhelms me sometimes.”

“It’s okay, it’s only natural to feel like that what with bloody social media everywhere and engagement announcements every five seconds,” Gwilym reassures, and you tilt your head up to look at his kind face that was already aimed towards you, “anyway, those things may come to us sooner than we think...”

His lips slowly form into a smile as you both maintain eye contact, then he moves his head towards yours ever so slightly to test the waters. You smile up at him as his grip on your shoulder becomes tighter, and you also move forwards a little to let him know you felt the same. Within a couple of seconds your lips meet in the middle in a soft kiss and your hand reaches up to his cheek as he slips his tongue into your mouth. When you both eventually pull away from one another, your faces are flushed red, and neither of you are sure where to look.

“I think you’re right,” you say shyly.

Request: I have a request for Gwilym! The reader works as a makeup artist on set of Bo Rhap and always has a joke and flirts with Gwilym, but one day he notices she’s quieter than normal and doesn’t really speak whilst she’s getting him ready then finds her after he finishes filming and comforts her because she just feels a little sad and their first kiss happens?

@painthatiusedto @winnielinleigh @queenslandlover-93 @excellentbecca @ametaphorbrian @peachllobotomy @lovemarvelousfics @lovemelikeyou1997 @readinghorn

#gwilym lee #gwilym lee x reader #gwilym lee fanfic #gwilym lee imagine #gwilym lee fluff #bo rhap imagine #bohemian rhapsody cast #bohemian rhapsody fanfic

44 notes · View notes

originaldisneydescendants · 6 years

Text

So some time ago I had a kind of weird Tangled dream... and it turned into a theory... I won’t tag for spoilers since it IS all just a hypothesis but if you don’t like them then I might suggest you keep scrolling just in case.

Before you start reading though, keep in mind that if you think I ship these two in ANY way that is inappropriate for their current ages or Disney in general, I will PERSONALLY put together a large southern gospel choir to knock on your front door and sing you a very loud and glorious “NO.” I don’t even ship Rapunzel and Eugene that way and we KNOW they get married. SO WIPE THAT FROM YOUR THOUGHTS RIGHT NOW!! THIS. STAYS. INNOCENT.

EDIT: Please read the WHOLE thing before sending me messages.

After I had noticed how many parallels there were between Rapunzel and Eugene with Cassandra and Varian (both in Great Expotations and in general: EX. both involve an older character that starts out rather cynical and guarded who began life as an orphan then slowly lets down their defenses with the younger, perky, passionate, creative, buck toothed, freckled, son/daughter of some influential leader, (that’s not even all of the similarities) and if Eugene really IS 26 and that’s what the show seems to be suggesting with him appearing with his adult design in a flashback that takes place 8 years prior, and if Cass IS 22 as I suspect she is, then that would mean they have the EXACT same age gap and all four characters are four years apart from each other). I... don’t think that’s sheer coincidence. Along with what could be read as possible foreshadowing (Ex. Andrew calling Cassandra “Cassie” in an episode set immediately after Great Expotations and “venomous cobra man” is a lot more suiting now than it used to be, etc.), I started to wonder if maybe it was possible that they could end up someday, being a foil pair to our romantic leads?

HEAR ME OUT.

I didn't think much of it at first because I’ve been way off on predictions before, I wasn’t in full favor of shipping them yet, and I thought I could simply be misreading and the parallels are all just coincidence until the very night that this occurred to me, I dreamed of the episode 'What the Hair?!' and everything was the same except when everything came crashing down the dialogue was switched so it was now Cass and Varian saying Raps and Eugene's lines and even making the same expressions, holding hands etc. but they were still in the same locations that they actually were on the show (I've had a lot of theories for a lot of shows but as far as them making it into my dreams, this is a first).

I woke up very confused because I thought it was canon and was wondering why fans weren't paying any attention to it. You'd think they'd be losing their minds! After I woke up a little more I thought...

"Wait! That never happened! It couldn’t have! 1.) 14 and maybe-20-something? They can't get away with that! This is Tangled, not The Garden of Words! 2.) They just met like five minutes ago! YEESH! That’s fast even by Disney fairytale standards!!"

^^^That boy's face says "I LIKE you, but not in a 'You mean the world to me' kind of way, more like a 'Wow, I just noticed how attractive you are. Are you free this Friday?' kind of way."^^^

I almost outright dismissed it as disturbingly nonsensical but didn’t because the more and more I thought about it, the more the possibility of them ending up together at some point down the road actually started to not only seem plausible... but actually make perfect sense for a LOT of reasons!

Think about it! First off, if the show itself is centered around Rapunzel and Eugene's romance then wouldn't you expect any secondary relationship on the show to be just that? A foil? A complimentary opposite? Classical music vs Rock and Roll? The very earliest they could really even suggest that Cass maybe starting to reciprocate or that she could someday have romantic feelings for Varian would probably be at the very end of the show when he is likely to be more matured both physically and emotionally and all conflicts have been resolved. This would also explain why it seems like it's always hinted at that Cass could have a romantic interest in the future, but a real one hasn't been introduced yet (at least not one that we'd recognize right away). This also makes sense in that the crew behind the show might not want to develop another romance on-screen and risk overshadowing the main pair with new characters.

"Besides, I don't have time for dreams. My dad taught me at a very young age to focus on the here and now." - Cassandra in Cassandra v Eugene.

I read her keeping the rose Andrew gave her at the end of Under Raps (especially after her earlier expression of distaste in the idea of romance) as her saying "Yeah, the whole thing was a total charade, but I actually kind of enjoyed it and I might not be opposed to having a REAL romance with someone SOMEDAY."

Ways that they would be a foil could probably include how it takes years for them to develop into anything romantic rather than just a day or two, it’s an older girl with a younger guy rather than the other way around, nocturnal animal friends vs diurnal which I pointed out in a linked post above as part of a sun vs moon motif (I've noticed a lot of background imagery tying Cassandra to the moon so there's some theory fuel for ya), and how, while we already know that Rapunzel and Eugene live happily ever after, almost NOTHING is certain about the future for Cassandra and Varian at this point in time like whether or not they’ll even end up still being friends. Neither of them are in the Ever After short so there's that too.

Something else I noticed is when this show tends to emphasize something, it seems like it is subject to change and contrast seems to be a major theme in this show. ( @starxapple ) As ‘Kevin’ pointed out, Varian’s cuteness/sweetness was very played up in the first episode and he called out how this meant Varian would became a villain. By that logic, it’s really played up on how Varian is a kid and, accordingly, how Cassandra sees him as such. Varian isn’t an adult, but he isn’t exactly a child either. He’s an adolescent in that confusing and emotionally turbulent stage right in between. He’s old enough to be held responsible for his actions, but not necessarily mature enough to take that responsibility himself.

This to me suggests that we will most likely get to see him really grow up on this show, backed up by the fact that it is set over a few years and no doubt Varian is FAR from a static character with a great deal of potential for growth.The whole point of his character might be to make a point about maturity and at what point should someone be truly considered an adult? 18 isn’t just some magical age when someone goes from naive kid to wise grown up because, in reality, people mature at different rates and it all depends on individual experiences. Someone lacking emotional maturity enough to be honest about their own faults and limits definitely wouldn’t be ready for a serious romance with anyone, much less an older person like her.

(My friend, Chi and I both explained why the fact that they meet before he is an adult isn’t really a problem in this post here. In fact, if they ever WERE to become a romance in the future, it would actually be essential for SOME emotional connection to be made BEFORE he became a villain for the reasons stated.) Sorry if this chart is hard to decipher but hopefully my earlier explanation helps it to make sense.

When the show is nearing its end, I wouldn’t be surprised if they started playing up how Varian has grown up (a lot taller, more responsible, calling Eugene by his real name, they may give him facial hair etc). This growth may also be emphasized by Cassandra’s view of him changing from ‘kid friend’ to 'dangerous enemy' then finally to ‘potential romantic interest’ at some point in the future. By the time the show is over, Varian should be at least around 16-17 which (again if I’m right about Cass’s age) would place them both at only slightly younger than Rapunzel and Eugene were in the movie so I wouldn’t be too surprised if the possible foreshadowing became a lot clearer near the end, like the bouquet at Raps and Eugene’s wedding landing in Cassandra’s hands and her realizing that Varian happens to be standing right next to her.

Of course I don’t expect any kind of confirmation or denial on this outside future episodes since, again, that would be a massive spoiler if it were true, but it’s still very interesting to think about.

Also this makes me wonder what other Rapunzel/Eugene things they might paralle--?

NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!! DON'T YOU DARE!!

But... DANGFLABBERGASKIT that ALSO kinda makes sense!! We've seen twice already that Varian feels an impact whenever Cassandra saves his life. The first time likely being what caused him to start crushing on her to begin with (seeing as how before that point, if anything, he was probably more intimidated by her and otherwise didn’t pay much attention to her at all in favor of the princess and his believed-to-be-hero) and the second time he voiced how it moved him that she chose him over her guard duties to Dr. St. Croix. This is purely guessing but how much do you think it would impact him if she got HURT saving him a third time even after EVERY terrible thing he did and in the same way that caused his dad to get encased in the first place?

I've seen other redemption arcs for other characters and it's not uncommon for their turn around to be triggered by the hero(ine) making a selfless act on their behalf despite everything they did. In fact, if they HADN'T done such terrible things, the scene where they apologize would be nowhere NEAR as powerful. Storytelling 101. If Yukine’s stealing a skateboard didn’t contribute to his friend facing painful death and his careless disregard for that fact didn’t happen then his weeping/screaming apologies would have come off as a bit overkill rather than emotionally powerful. 😝

And since there are no more healing powers and Cass isn't in the Ever After short, the stakes are high enough that it could still have a huge impact on the audience as well. Not to mention what it would say about Cassandra's growth as a character since it's emphasized in Not In The Mood that the area she could use the most growth in is compassion.

Both of their individual relationships with Rapunzel are the ones that get the most focus, which is fitting since she's the main character, so I'd be hard pressed to imagine that she isn't directly involved in some way.

GAAAAHHHH HAVE MERCY!!

For those who argue that what he felt for her was a puppy crush, I’m not going to say that isn’t the case but here’s the thing. After Varian becomes a villain, it’s pretty obvious that he no longer feels the same affection for Cassandra that he did before. If he did, safe to say he probably wouldn’t have tried to crush her. This is emphasized by how he calls her Cassandra when ‘Cassie’ was clearly meant as an affectionate nickname for her. If there was a puppy crush, it’s most likely gone already. Whoosh! Bye-bye! This would leave room for more mature feelings to become a new foundation after a redemption arc. A relationship built more on that common connection they shared in Great Expotations, rather than an action she took that may or may not really mean anything.

I can actually imagine this all happening and when the show is over, we'd be hearing things from the production team like "This was the idea all along. We didn't just decide to throw them together halfway through because people seemed to like it enough, it was always going to be part of the story. Just like how we always knew Varian would become a villain, when the episode What The Hair?! was being written, we already knew how it would end with these two."

Huh... this would actually put my dream into perfect context if true. After all, it is a complete story and Chris has said that the course of each characters' story has been planned out from the beginning. There is freedom for the writers but the backbone was set before casting, character designs etc.

I'll be honest, I wasn't that surprised to hear that it sounded like there WAS an answer but I wasn't going to get it directly from him. The fact that it seems implied that SAYING Cassandra’s age could potentially be a sort of spoiler leads me to wonder if this might be why? I mean, it is assumed that Cass is somewhere between Rapunzel and Eugene in age. Maybe I’m reading too much into it but why bother with not having a clear, direct answer, instead suggesting that it will be hinted at, unless there was real significance behind the exact number? I wonder if by "hints" he means more flashbacks since, again, The Return Of Strongbow seemed to hint at Eugene's age.

With all that said, I am 100% in favor of us getting to the series finale and having Varian acknowledge that he is STILL NOT ready for a real relationship with Cassandra just yet for two reasons. One, it would show how much he has matured with him being able to recognize that he isn’t emotionally prepared for something, and two, it would be another Rapunzel/Eugene parallel with the series premiere where Rapunzel tells Eugene that she isn’t ready to settle down and marry him just yet. I would expect Cass’s response to parallel Eugene’s with her now more developed patience and understanding giving him time to catch up with her.

All in all, I see the possibility of a romance between Cassandra and Varian as being like an acorn. Someday, after years of growth, it could be a beautiful oak.

But for now it's just nuts.

Yes, I know shipping slow burn romances is torture but because I’ve managed to convince myself that their chances of being canon in the future are actually pretty good, I signed myself up. *Puts on helmet* Bring on the pain.

#romantic foil theory #cassarian #tangled the series #tts #cassandra #tangled cassandra #varian #rapunzel #eugene fitzherbert #long post #tangled dreams #tangled theory #possible spoilers?

96 notes · View notes

humanizedtfpstarscream-blog · 6 years

Photo

(( here you go my friend :3)) / to marry him/ It would take starscream a while to find even the slightest bit of courage to ask something like this he would want to be special he would probably wait intill war was over and so he knew that you would be safe and your future sparklings it would be on a very special occasion like a anniversary or favor whole day he would take you to the old Castle of vos where he had set up a little picnic ( with Knockout help of course) there would be hundreds of white strand lights it would give the old Dark Castle a new found hope look you two would talk for hours about anything he can think of you find it slightly suspicious that he keeps bringing up things that you said you want to do after the war after you both had eaten and got Done talking he would ask you to take a little walk with him you take his hand and follow him he was mostly quiet until you got to a balcony which overlooked most of cybertron it was beautiful he looks over to you with a smile on his face and takes your hand and says softly.” Do you remember our first Date?.” You chuckled this memory was forever burned into your brain sounds pre-much the entire date start she was stuttering and me of spilled if you drinks on them self bet it End with your first kiss.you look over to him and answer.” Of course I remember that!.” He blushes softly as he looks into your optics he had every hard to read expression but he looked a bit excited as he asked.” Do you remember what I told you!?.” You smirked playfully and said in a rather matter of fact tone.” That I was the hottest chick I’ve ever seen?.” He turn bright blue as he had a Flashback but he snapped out of it and said.” Yes that but that if you ever gave me the chance I would make you my queen.” You smiled softly and looked down at the railing on the balcony and said back.” Yeah.....I remember that I think because after you said that you spell energon everywhere.” He sighed happily before putting his hand on you chin making you look up at him.” Well.... would you give me that chance?.” You could hear the slight fear in his voice but you didn’t have to think too long on this question and said.” Of course stars....why?!.” His wings fluttered as he took both of your hands and said.” I would like to make that happen...” you start to feel like something was going on but before you could even ask he Got down on my knee and asked.” S/O w-would you do me the greatest honor and marry me?!.” You are completely stand but quickly melted the way when you start to cry and said as loud as you physically.” YES!!.” You both started to cry as he picked you up and kissed you Deeply before putting the ring on your finger // starscream asking to be his sparkmate// (( okay I put this in a different category because I believe that you can become sparkmate before you get married)) It was just after he had gotten back to his own chambers after his encounter with Megatron he had a lot of time to think as he would being almost being beaten to death he thought mostly of you and how he had failed you how was he supposed to protect you if he couldn’t even save himself and every time he thought he was going to die he started to regret never being able to say goodbye or tell you how much you meant to him but that was in the very short passed he was now in recovery in the sanctuary of his own home you had pretty much not left since knock out told you what happened this didn’t help him ego at all having you to help do something as basic as walking but he couldn’t make himself tell you otherwise but one night as you two where in berth together he looked down at you tear slightly building up as he said.” Y-y-you don’t have to be here S/O......” You Looked up at him putting and hand on his face and said in a slightly sassy tone.” Um yes I do!!! I’m not leaving you again starscream!.” All of his emotions collided at once as tear ran down his face you didn’t know what you said to hurt him so bad but before you could ask he said in a rather loud tone.” I don’t deserve you!!! I-I-I-I- h-have as a leader I-I-I-.” You hugged him tightly wiping the tear of his face trying to comfort him as you said tear on you face as well.” Don’t say that!!! You didn’t fail anything......” he wrapped his arms around you now sobbing slightly you didn’t even know what to do other then rubbing his chest softly in a hole to call him Down after a few minutes he had calmed down enough to say a few words.” A-a-a-all I could think about was never hear you v-v-voice again......” you could feel your heart breaking Knockout didn’t allow you to see him for a couple of days after him breakdown and arachnid and Soundwave distracted Megatron long enough to get starscream out until mid bay all you know that knockout didn’t think he was gonna make it passed morning.he sniffed softly and continue to talk.” N-n-never t-t-tell you I-I- loved you again......I.....I couldn’t do that again.......” you looked up into his Crimson red optics and kissed him softly and said.” You wouldn’t....” he nuzzled your face gently and whispered.” I need to know that....even if I die....I can tell you Goodbye.....” you could make yourself say a word you started to cry even more he got them off your face and said.” I-I need something from you okay??.” He nodded softly and he asked you a simple question.” D-do you really love me?.” You felt the urge to slap him but you managed to calm down and yelled whispered back.” Of course you Dumbie!!.” A small smile formed on his face as he asked you.” Are you sure?.” You sighed and leaned on his chest.” Yes.....” he held you for a few minutes you too just sat there in the silence as he asked.” I....i need to ask A question.” You looked at and nodded he sighed and said softly.” S/O wo-would you be my sparkmate??.” You didn’t know how to react but you got on your knees so you could be I level with him and said.” Yes.... I would love to.” He smiled weakly as you two kissed holding each other close before you started the process of becoming sparkmate (( sorry that last one was so Dark @toomanyotpslove but I hope you like it!!))) My ask Box is open so if yeah want so headcanon NSFW included any anyone from the TFP or MTMTE just ask!!

#tfp starscream #tfp knockout #maccadam #headconon #request are open #ask me anything #sparkbonding #marryme

9 notes · View notes

fluffyjoeck · 6 years

Note

“Marry me?”

send me a pairing and a number and i’ll write you a drabble || no longer accepting

In the end, it’s one of the easiest decisions Jack’s ever made. He’s going to ask Joe to marry him. It’s just a simple matter of fact. The sky is blue, the sun is yellow and he is hopelessly, ridiculously in love with Joseph Sugg.

The problem is, he doesn’t actually know how to ask him. The universe keeps sending them signs though, and Jack thinks there’s someone out there on his side.

“Mr. and Mr. Maynard?” the receptionist calls out, and the two look up in shock. “You’ll be in room 201 on the second floor.”

“Thank you,” Jack says, smiling as he takes the key cards from her.

They walk towards the elevator where Josh and Caspar are waiting for them, deep in conversation. It had been a last minute decision to leave London for the night, but one that Jack doesn’t regret one bit.

“Why didn’t you correct her?” Joe asks, and Jack just shrugs in advance. He doesn’t want to say that he enjoyed hearing it aloud, especially when Joe doesn’t seem to appreciate it. “Joseph Maynard, it doesn’t really have a ring to it.”

“Because Jack Sugg sounds so much better,” he says instantly, and he prepares himself for Joe to tense up, but instead he hears Joe laugh.

“We could always double barrel it,” Joe suggests. “Maynard-Sugg sounds a little more normal.”

Before he can reply, Josh shouts over to them to hurry up. The conversation ends, but Jack allows himself to hope that one day, they’ll be sharing those surnames.

ii.

Jack’s sitting on the couch, absentmindedly watching whatever film Mikey’s put on, when Joe sits down beside him. “Do you mind if I sit down here?”

“Nah,” he says, lazily. He lays his head on Joe’s shoulder, and Jack starts drifting in and out of sleep, when he hears Mikey and Joe speak.

“Look at you two, you’re practically married,” Mikey says with a laugh, and Jack swears he can feel Joe hold onto him a little more tightly.

“Ha ha,” Joe says, completely deadpan, and Jack wishes that he wasn’t feeling a little disappointed.

“Do you ever think about it? Settling down with him?” Mikey asks. Jack freezes, before remembering that he’s supposed to be sleeping, not eavesdropping on this conversation, and forces himself to keep breathing slowly and evenly, despite his now quickening heart rate.

Joe’s silent for a moment, and Jack’s sure he’s been caught. But Joe breaks his silence, and Jack falls for every word. “I do. I know it’s still new, but I’ve never felt this way about anyone before. He’s the one.”

Jack doesn’t hear the rest of the conversation, all he can think about is the fact he’s most definitely asking Mikey to be his best man.

iii.

Conor gets engaged to a very beautiful girl, who had stolen his heart the first moment they had met. Conor goes all out with the engagement, inviting her up onto the stage during a concert, and serenading her with her favourite song. She doesn’t expect a thing, and she cries as he goes onto one knee.

It’s emotional and everyone’s so happy for them, and while Jack is over the moon, he can’t help but think of the man standing by his side. He’d never have thought the future would have turned out like this for them, but now he wants nothing more then to be the one on stage, with the engagement box in his hands.

“This is incredible,” Joe says, as they watch their friends congratulate Conor. Caspar’s crying, Mikey’s going on about how old they’re all getting, and Josh is getting this all on camera.

“Would you like something extravagant like that?” he asks, folding his arms.

“I think I’d like something more personal,” Joe says, and Jack just nods along. And he gets it. He likes having their own bubble, they’ve always worked best like that. He doesn’t think he wants anyone else with them either.

“Come on,” Joe says, taking Jack’s hand and taking him out of his thoughts. “You have to talk to your brother eventually. He’ll have a strop otherwise.”

Jack just lets Joe lead him away, happily going wherever he asks.

iv.

The engagement party is in full swing, and Jack can see just how happy his brother is. Out of all the incredible things Conor has achieved in his life, this is what makes Jack the most proud of him.

He’s standing with Joe in the kitchen, needing to take a moment for himself. “It’s crazy out there,” he says. “I’ve aunts and uncles coming up to me that I didn’t even remember existed, telling me how happy they are for us both. Plus, Anna’s one more drink away from turning into a blubbering mess, and I really don’t want to be there for that.”

Joe laughs at that, handing Jack a new beer, when they’re interrupted by some relation of his. He thinks she could be his second cousin, but he’s not sure at this rate. She places an arm around both of them, and Jack can practically smell the booze off her.

“You’ll be next,” she says, grinning at the both of them. “You’re both so cute together, hiding away here with each other. You’re definitely going to walk down that aisle in no time. I’ll make sure of it.”

It should be awkward, but it just feels like she’s stating an obvious fact. She finds herself getting distracted by Conor’s fiance, and she leaves Joe and Jack alone together again.

“You think she’ll be like that at the wedding?” he asks Joe, and Joe chuckles.

“She’ll tie the bouquet to our hands just so we have to get married next,” he jokes, and Jack can actually see it happening.

Jack’s mother comes in, practically pushing the two of them out of the room, introducing Joe to all of his family members, and they’re all equally as besotted with Joe as he is.

And he knows, right then and there, that he has to propose. His heart is so full of love, that it takes every ounce of his willpower not to do it right there and then. He thinks back to the black box hidden in a drawer back home, and he almost feels relieved.

He’s going to ask Joe to marry him.

He’s in the kitchen making breakfast for the two, singing along to the music he’s playing. He had gotten up early, went to the shops for the food, and started preparing a breakfast for the two of them, and he’s really happy.

Joe appears a few moments later, when Jack thinks he can smell the pancakes. He feels a pair of arms wrapped around his body, and he turns to face Joe, just so he can kiss him good morning finally.

“What’s all this?” Joe asks, his eyes scanning the mess that he’s made.

“You’ve been having a stressful few weeks, so I wanted to surprise you. You know, help you unwind,” he says, and he looks at the different emotions running across Joe’s face.

“Marry me,” Joe says, and Jack grabs onto the counter behind him. It takes him off guard, and he stares at Joe to make sure it’s not some weird joke. Maybe it’s the wedding planning going on around them, or his pancakes must be really good.

“I’ve never been more serious about anything in my life,” Joe says, sensing his confusion. “I don’t have a ring, but I can’t wait anymore. I knew this was day was coming since the first time I saw you. I’ve always known that I want you forever. You’re the only thing I’ve always been sure of, even when things start crumbling into pieces around me. You’re the kindest, most beautiful, most inspiring person I know and you mean everything to me.”

Jack’s got tears in his eyes, and he can’t believe that this moment is actually happening.

“I love you more than I can even put into words,” Joe smiles, and he entwines his fingers with Jack’s. “Jack, will you marry me?”

“Yes,” he answers quickly, nodding his head. “Of course I’ll marry you.”

Somewhere, in the back of mind, he remembers that there’s still a breakfast waiting for them, and that they will probably have to call their parents and closest friends soon to inform them about the news. But he doesn’t want to leave their blissful bubble yet.

He is going to marry Joe Sugg. Joe is going to be his husband. He is going to be Joe’s husband. Joe is going to be his forever and he is going to be Joe’s.

He doesn’t want this moment to pass. Ever.

#anonymous #joeck #mywriting #joe sugg #jack maynard

53 notes · View notes

imagineclaireandjamie · 7 years

Note

What if Claire made Jamie's first time amazing?

[Happy to oblige, anon, but lbr, is there any universe in which Claire *doesn’t* make Jamie’s first time amazing? ; ) -Mod Bonnie]

Hail Mary, Part X

[Quite NSFW]

Premise: What if Jamie and Claire had 1) been more openly affectionate in those early days, and 2) not *had* to get married?

Part I Part II Part III Part IV Part V Part VI Part VII Part VIII Part IX

When I awoke, I was startled to find that I wasn’t on Jamie’s horse, but tucked up snugly in a blanket under a rowan tree.

Alone.

“Jamie??” I bolted into a sitting position, scanning the darkened clearing, feeling my senses reeling as they struggled to place me in space and time. The air when we’d handfasted had been moist and deliciously cool, not this warm, dry stillness that was making the silence of the wood resonate so ominously; and I could have sworn the elevation had changed—that I was up very much higher indeed than any other time on our journey from Leoch. And most terrifyingly of all, the horses were tethered nearby, but there was no sign of Jamie or our baggage anywhere.

“JAMIE?” I called again, panic starting to gather as I staggered to my feet. “JAMIE??”

I whirled as hasty footsteps came crashing through the underbrush behind me, but thank God, it WAS Jamie. “Och, so she’s awake, at last!” he said, grinning. His face fell as he saw my expression, and he caught me up tight against him as I threw myself into his arms. “Oh, lass, ye didna think I’d ever leave ye?”

“No, you brute, but you could have been captured—” I gasped out against his neck as I kissed it, not crying, but my heart thundering even as I tried to hide my lingering panic, “I thought Dougal had caught up with you.”

“No’ a chance, a nighean,” he promised warmly, holding me close. “All safe and sound.”

I leaned my head against his shoulder. “How long was I asleep, then?”

“Nearly a full day,” he said, confirming my suspicion. “Ye fell asleep on the horse wi’ me last night and havena woken once, ‘til now. Had to wake and check on ye every few hours to make sure ye hadna up and died!”

“You smell good,“ I blurted.

He laughed and stepped away, doing a little turn to show off. “Had a wee bath in the burn. Cold enough to freeze my bollocks off, but glad to hear it was well worth it.”

He showed me the way to the stream, just through the trees to the south. Cold or not, I was dying to get the Eau de Two Days of Horse and Panic-Sweat off me.

“When ye get finished,” he said, sounding tentative, “ye might…come join me up at the top of the hill?”

“What’s at the top of the hill?”

He shrugged, far too casually. “I’ve…made a sort of place for us, for….ken?”

I’d like to get started wi’ worshiping your body.

For one wild moment, I wanted to forget the bath and have him right there, right then. But I really did smell atrocious, and there is nothing less romantic than being the filthy one when being intimate with a squeaky-clean partner.

“I’ll be there soon,” I promised, my voice trembling just a touch; but he heard it, and I could have sworn he quivered. Jesus H. Roosevelt CHRIST.

Finding the small stream, I washed quickly. I would have loved to wash my hair, but waiting for it to dry would have been a two-hour ordeal for which I wasn’t willing to make Jamie wait—or myself, to be honest. Despite that, the ice-cold water, and even the fact that I hadn’t any soap, it was heavenly to scrub off the worst of the filth and stink, and I came out shivering, but distinctly refreshed. I bent for my discarded clothes, then thought better of it, walking naked back to the horses and wrapping myself instead in the same blanket I’d slept in. No use putting clothes back on, dirty or otherwise, given—

I wolfed down some cheese and bannocks that Jamie had left for me, then—with a deep, bracing breath—began my barefoot walk over the soft grass up the hill. I didn’t have to guess the direction, just followed the smell of the woodsmoke that floated on the warm air. It was a bit of a steep climb, and when the grade finally evened out I could see despite the darkness of the terrain beneath that we were very high up indeed; but it was the sight straight ahead that took my breath away completely.

It must have been a mountaintop chapel, once, though there was no longer a roof of any sort atop the three half-standing stone walls. It would have had a vaulted ceiling, high for its tiny size, with tall, graceful windows. The pale stone—overgrown in places by creeping, floral vines— must have had some sort of quartz in the grain, for the firelight and moonlight together seemed to illuminate the sanctuary all-round like phosphorous, casting the place in a warm, twinkling glow.

Jamie was there, smoothing out the pallet of blankets he’d made overtop a makeshift mattress of heather and soft grasses in the far corner. Bless him, he’d even gathered flowers to grace the sill of the glassless window above the bed. I should have laughed. I should have teased him, but…but it was too breathtaking to say anything but an awed, “Jamie…”

He whirled, his expression a little wild and startled, until it softened into a warm smile. “Hello, Sassenach.”

“Jamie,” I said again, gawping in wonder at the haven he’d appointed for us as I came around the fire toward him, “this is… absolutely beautiful.”

He nodded shyly, taking in the surroundings himself. “Murtagh said it was where my parents came, ken, for the first few days after they were marrit. He thought it would be verra peaceful. Private.”

As well it was. It was almost a shame—if Jamie had desired to be married in a church, this would have been an exquisite substitute. True, it would have taken Murtagh too far from the route to follow the post rider, which was too important to risk. What we would do here, though…yes, it would be an exquisite setting for that, too. And hopefully not a sacrilege.

“But are ye cold, Sassenach?” my husband asked suddenly, seeing how tightly the blanket was wound around me from chin to toes. “I can add more wood to the—”

“No,” I promised, laughing a bit, though feeling as though all air had been sucked from the mountaintop. “I’m not wearing it for the cold.” I let the blanket drop, just slightly, just enough to let him see my bare shoulders underneath.

His face slackened, his nostrils flaring as he dropped his head and breathed carefully. “Aye…well…”

Somehow, I sensed he wouldn’t make a move before I did; so I gripped my blanket tight with one hand and came forward to lay the other on on his chest, my fingertips just grazing the warm hollow of his throat. I could feel it bobbing under my hand, hot, alive. “I think you’d better get out of these clothes,” I said, my voice husky.

His eyes went wide, but he obeyed. He turned his back to me, pulling off his shirt and making a to-do over folding it into a pillow for the pallet. I came a few steps closer, wanting to see him. The scars shone in the moonlight, full of the memory of his pain, but taking away none of the beauty of him or his body.

He was moving slowly; very slowly, in fact. Was I only imagining that he seemed loath to begin?

As he rose back to his feet, I stepped even closer and pressed my cheek against his back. He tensed instantly, and I laid a kiss on the deepest scar. “Is everything alright, love?” I said, running a hand around to his stomach, the other still clutching the blanket.

“Aye– well…Claire, I need to tell ye something.”

What could possibly be relevant to tell me RIGHT NOW? He’d murdered someone? He was…impotent? No, I’d had plenty of evidence that Jamie Fraser was capable of an erection. “Tell me,” I said with no little trepidation.

He turned to me, and he looked positively wretched as he admitted, “I’ve never—done this, before.”

He’d expected her to laugh; to grin and tease and ask how on earth he’d managed THAT, and was there something about his anatomy that had frightened the lassies away for so long??? He’d not have minded, to be honest—perhaps humor would have eased the tension he felt stringing his back as tight as a bow.

But what she did do—what his wife did, erasing his fear at the root—was make a small, tender sound deep in her throat, run her hand up to rest on his cheek, and say, “Then this will be all the more beautiful.” She rose on her toes and kissed him, deeply, and he melted into her, bringing his hands to rest on her blanketed hips.

“How do you want it to be?” she asked, breathing heavily, all of the sudden.

”…How?” How many ways *were* there?

“Your first time,” she said, carefully. “Shall I be gentle with you?”

His wame dropped.

His mouth went dry.

And he felt the growl of need tearing from him as he reached for her: “No.”

And she growled back just before her mouth crashed into his: “Thankgod”

They were going to devour each other. She was against him and her blanket was gone. She was grappling with his belt and he felt the plaid fall to his ankles. He gasped and groaned in the same breath as he felt the length of her naked body pressed full against the naked length of his. “Wait,” he whispered raggedly, “wait….wait…”

She was reaching raggedly but she stilled without question and waited, holding him close.

He held her, too, savoring her despite the roaring in his blood, the aching in his cock as he whispered. “I want to see you, mo nighean donn, before….”

She smiled and nodded, kissing his chest right next to his heart. “I love you, Jamie,” she whispered, happily, sweetly, softly as breaking dawn.

“And I, you, mo chridhe.”

She tilted her chin up so that her golden eyes shone up at him. “Together?”

Always. “Together.”

They each stepped back; and Jamie felt as though he’d been shot through with a javelin.

There was a statue in one of the Sorbonne gardens, he remembered: white marble, and lovely, a likeness of a mythical goddess that stood radiant and beautiful; a work of true art. But Claire was the original; Artemis, shining in the moonlight, perfect in every seamless, curving inch of her; every dark curl; every quivering muscle, poised for the hunt. Her hips were wide, her breasts fuller and rounder than he’d ever dared imagine. Her lips—those soft, flushed lips were parting. “Dear God,” she was whispering, seemingly awestruck, herself, “Jamie, you’re beautiful.”

ME? A Dhia, look at YOU, he meant to say but couldn’t manage even a syllable.

She shivered and gave a little smile at his muteness. “Have you ever seen a naked woman before, love?”

“Not up close,” he admitted, feeling foolish.

“Is it…?” she started, then shook her head and broke off, smiling in embarrassment.

“It IS,” he vowed, and meant it with all his being. “You are.” And it seemed she couldn’t help but glow a bit brighter.

He had seen glimpses of women before, of course, but nothing like this; nothing like the glory of his wife. It seemed so idiotic, to be so undone by superficial beauty; but he deemed it a blessed surfeit of unmerited riches, that his sorcha, the light of him, was also the most beautiful person he’d ever beheld.

Before he could voice that he didn’t know how to begin—should he just… turn her around and bend her over? Would the windowsill be of help to keep her from toppling forward?—Claire was stepping past him to the bed…lying down on her back…spreading her legs…

“Jesus,” he moaned, dropping to his knees harder than he’d intended. It felt fitting, though, to prostrate himself before her. He crawled closer and ran a hand down her thigh from the knee, so cool and so soft.

She shivered at his touch. “Come here,” she whispered, firelight in her eyes as she reached for him, beckoning him to come kiss her. Face to face? Aye, he could see how that would get things properly aligned, but he couldn’t tear himself away, yet. “May I touch you?” he begged.

From the way she blinked, she hadn’t expected him to say that, but she nodded, and as he reached for her, she rolled her hips slightly to meet him. His fingertips met the soft, hot flesh of her, the moisture there, and the choked, “Oh—GOD,” echoed in his chest and around the walls of stone. To his shock, though, it had come from Claire.

He looked up at her in utter astonishment and delight, grinning like a fool. “It feels good, lass?”

She moaned in what must have been assent, for she moved closer to him, seeking more. He moved his fingers again, gently tracing the delicate folds of her, and could have died to hear her groan his name like that.

He felt drunk—he was drunk on the euphoria of feeling her arousal coursing through his blood. She liked to be touched…and even HE could give her pleasure, it seemed, in whatever small way. He’d heard most women didn’t enjoy the deed itself, overmuch, but —Claire liked his touch, between her legs—Maybe she would like—

Heart thudding, he moved to the proper spot—dear God in Heaven, he *hoped* it was the proper spot—and slid a finger inside her.

He’d been gentle about it, he thought, but she arched immediately and cried out as she sat halfway up and looked at him in wide-eyed shock. “Oh, Christ, lass, I’m—” He snatched his hand back, mortified, “Forgive me, that wasna–”

But she grabbed his wrist, hard—and she met his gaze with what he swore was lust as she pressed him back inside her, until his palm was cupping her. He moaned to feel her tighten around him, feeling the silky-wet heat of her, all rough and smooth and alive against his skin. Her eyes fluttered shut as she began rolling her hips forth and back against him. He understood and he took up the motion himself, moving slowly in and out of her. She fell onto her back again, making the most exquisite sounds Jamie had ever heard.

Well, this *certainly* makes me feel more at ease about my own chances, soon to come. If just one finger can—

The next time he withdrew from her, he replaced two fingers. She cried out, throwing back her head and arching her back, her hand darting between her legs. He thought she meant to push him away, but she was only stroking herself at a spot just a bit higher up from his own hand that seemed to heighten her sensation. He could feel the difference of it around his fingers. He’d have to ask her about that spot later, whether or not it was something that he might help her handle in some fashion, the next time; but he wouldn’t interrupt her pleasure for the world, and he drank in the gift of it.

He trailed kisses down her leg and up to her hipbone, watching her with fascination, not knowing what to expect or when to stop—Christ, he would go on with this bliss forever, if she wished it. “Faster,” she moaned, as if hearing his thoughts. The sounds of her grew and swelled as he obeyed instantly and moved faster, hard enough that he thought surely he would break her in some way; and just as that thought crossed his mind, suddenly she was breaking, clenching tight around him, fast as a flutter of wings around his fingers, but hard and strong as a vice as she cried out so loudly it made the walls of the church resonate…with the sound of her.

JESUS

He lay there, draped between her legs and over her heaving belly, shuddering under his own aching desire and with delight at what hers had just shown him. It was what he had felt that cold night on the road, when she’d woken and moved against him in sleep, that iron-hot blaze of her need reaching out for him—but no Hail Marys, this night; only desperate cries of thanks and joy—and pleas for more, more, praise be to God, MORE.

Her breaths gradually slowed and she opened her eyes. “Oh, lass,” he groaned to see her so, glistening and panting, so ready and— “Mo chridhe—”

His fingers within her were shaking and she pushed them free of her. “I need you, now.” Her hands were strong and urgent as she reached for him. “Now—now—now—”

“Take me, Claire.” He barely heard his own desperate words, completely in the thrall of her, the cry of his body moaning, “—Show me.”

With unbelievable strength for someone of her size, she flipped him onto his back and the sight of her moving to straddle him, the feel of her thighs on either side of his hips as she poised herself above him, was—

He moaned her name, begging her—

—and it was her name, again — curse and prayer together —that sent countless wings skyward from the treetops as she took the whole of him inside her with one sure movement.

He gasped for air over and over before he could form more words. “You feel—”

“You too,” she breathed, her face exquisite with sensation and something like relief. “God, you too.”

“—Sassenach—” He moved in her, and it was all the leave she needed.

Jamie thought the entire world would come apart from the way she made every inch and every fiber of him sigh and scream from pleasure in the same instant. He grabbed her hips in both his hands to feel the power of her, the power of her over him. And the sight of her—the goddamned sight of her—her head thrown back and her eyes closed but her face alight with triumph and furor as she leaned backward and writhed along his length was—

“Claire—I canna–” he gasped out, his fingertips surely bruising her as he gripped her harder. “I willna last—verra much longer—”

She fell forward and somehow his body knew what hers wordlessly commanded. They rolled together until she was under him.

“Wait,” she groaned, and she was slipping her hand down between them to touch that place again, and the sight of it, the feel of her touching herself practically against him was so arousing that—

“Jamie, *now*—” she gasped with an intensity that nearly undid him in and of itself as she grabbed both his shoulders, “—now—now—Hard.” He thrust in to the hilt, over and over, hard and fast, every stroke absolute, blazing joy; and when he heard her cry out and felt that iron tremor beginning around his cock, he let her take him, body and soul, let her drag him into an explosion of pleasure and color and sound that enveloped them both and vanished the world in flame and breath.

He had fallen forward, at some point; had her head cupped in his hand; was still sheathed in her. Every few seconds, a wave of sensation jolted through him and he shivered and moaned from it. He leaned his forehead against hers, his voice a broken shell. “….I want…to die like this.”

“Please don’t,” she laughed weakly. She was slick with sweat underneath him, heaving, running her hands along his back, his face.

“I want….to do this wi’ you…” he amended, smiling with every once of strength left to him, “….every possible moment… for the rest of my life.”

She glowed as she kissed him and whispered, “It’s a bargain, Jamie.”

[one more chapter to come]

#Mod Bonnie #Hail Mary AU #;NSFW #see Jenahid i wasna kiddin about taking ye to church #if you want to leave the pew under one of the windows i'm sure they'd appreciate it #one more chapter :)#for what it's worth:#wanted to strike a balance here #between the romance world where magical tremors light everyone up on command #and the real world where sometimes female orgasms take a bit of teamwork!#particularly when the guy is green as a spring branch #and also #figured why the hell not give claire a bit more of the reins in this universe #can't let jamie be a total wunderkind EVERY time #just sit back young jammf and let your sassenach blow your mind #incidentally i've just watched american gods and the whole 'worship' motif now has me majorly wigging #good thing ye made it out alive Fraser #yoikes

416 notes · View notes

profound-boning · 7 years

Text

Huge GTKM Game

I’ve been tagged in several of these over the past several months I know I’m a mess I’m sorry and I’m finally going to answer some of them!

Tagged by @thecuriouscrusader @blissfulcastiel @glowingdean @casbakespie @adoringjensen

no I’m not tagging anyone else in this monstrosity lol

Relationship status: Taken, just celebrated five years!

Lipstick or Chapstick: I wore lipstick every day when I was in college but now that I’m living with Boyfriend it’d be a big ol waste of time and money and also messy

Last Song I Listened To: uhhh the Star Wars: The Force Awakens soundtrack because I watched that yesterday?

Last Movie I Watched: lol see above

Favorite Color: Pink

Top 3 Favorite Shows: Supernatural, SKAM, and Brooklyn Nine-Nine (I really need to get caught up on those last two damn)

If I had a cat what would I name it: Ooooh see that totally depends I’d have to meet them in person first

Height: 5 foot 3 and one half

Hogwarts House: SLYTHERIN HISS HISS MOTHERFUCKERS

Time right now: 17:09

Average hours of sleep: lmao like under 7 right now because I keep staying up late and then waking up early by force of habit??

Favorite number: 47

Last thing I Googled: ”where do psychiatrists work” for a fic

Fictional character you want as your younger sibling: I want this answer to be Charlie Bradbury except I’d want her to be my OLDER sibling... so let’s go with Rey (sw: tfa) or Isak Valtersen (SKAM)

Blankets I sleep with: Sheet and comforter

Favorite band/artists: Oh man lmao uh Taylor Swift, Fall Out Boy, Paramore, Adele, Ed Sheeran, twenty one pilots, the Arctic Monkeys, others?

Dream trip: GREECE I want to cruise around the islands and see all the history and art

What am I wearing right now: A Corgi crop top and my new THINX undies (all y’all menstruating folk I literally cannot recommend these highly enough)

When I made this blog: THIS blog was like September/October of 2015 I think? I’m too lazy to pull up my archive at the moment. But I’ve been on and off of tumblr since 2011.

How many blogs I follow: 330ish I believe? Again too lazy to open a new tab. It’s a mix of spn blogs and multifandom ones as well as a handful of lovely mutuals :)

What do I post about: On this blog, only supernatural, mostly destiel and brothers and my tears

Pick a word that starts with the first letter of your real name and ends with the first letter of your url: sap

Do I get asks on a daily basis: lmfao no

Why did I choose my tumblr url: I looove my url more than anything and tbh it happened because I came across a text post right when I got into spn (2015) about how dean and cas need to start profoundly boning and here we are :’)

My aesthetic: hot tea brewing in the kitchen, you can see the flowers on the balcony from where you’re standing at the counter, slouchy sweater brushing bare thighs, curls falling loose from your top knot. toes in the sand at the edge of the water, wide brimmed hat casting a shadow on your nose, smiling so big your eyes crinkle in the corners, licking ice cream from your fingertips. lipstick tacky on your bottom lip, eyelashes painted dark, skirt clinging to your ass, swaying your hips to the rhythm, the room is dark and smoky, never touching anyone but relishing that their eyes are on you.

Last show you watched: We don’t have cable so I don’t get to watch shows live on tv. Last time I watched any tv show I believe was Kitchen Nightmares on Hulu!

Last book you read: tbfh it’s been a long time, I’ve been reading mostly fanfiction for a while now. I just finished reading a two part series called “all the stars above and below” a finnpoe au by AndreaLyn on ao3 here

Last thing you ate: Applesauce

If you could be anywhere right now, where would it be?: This is strange question because I’m in my very nice bed and I don’t really want to be anywhere else at the moment but like in general Boyfriend and I are planning on moving to England so I’d like to be there? Kind of? Or like... sitting on a beach somewhere? Sitting next to my sister? I’m not really longing to be somewhere else so much as wanting some things to be a little different? But on the whole I’m extremely satisfied with where I’m at right now.

When would you time travel to?: lol fuck any time period before this one (modern medicine and some more rights are v nice) so I’ll say 3017 but that’s assuming tr*mp doesn’t get our entire goddamned planet fucking destroyed and also that people aren’t asshats to each other based on social constructions and institutions like gender and religion and identity and also ethnic backgrounds :’)

First thing you would do with lottery money: Pay for car repairs and for some of my sister’s university

Character you would hang out with for a day: Castiel or Poe Dameron

Pets: None because we move too much!

First Fandom I joined: Oh boy this is a good question. I was just talking to Boyfriend the other day about how Han/Leia was my first OTP before I really knew what that meant? Like watching the movies as a kid I felt in my heart like “yes they’re so good together please be happy together forever” I wasn’t on the Internet at all until 2008, and not on tumblr until 2011, and not on stan twitter until earlier this year lmao. When I started the tumblr, it was mostly disney and then avengers when it came out? This blog is my first like dedicated I’M IN A FANDOM venture.

Favorite book: I hate this question because I know someone out there will hate me for it *squints* but the honest truth is “The Outsiders” by S.E. Hinton it’s been my favorite since seventh fucking grade so fight me about it!!!1!

Worst thing you’ve ever eaten/tasted: Oh no this is horrible because I’m a fucking picky ass eater lmao uhhh I hate rice?? bad texture.

What class do you wish you paid more attention to in school? This is not the answer you’re looking for but I had some severe problems in my life when I was in high school so really I wish I had been able to pay more attention to everything in school. I would literally time travel back and redo it all if I could. I would have taken my government classes more seriously, gotten more into my history classes, and would have signed up for AP Art History because I fucking wanted to but I didn’t. If those problems hadn’t been there or hadn’t affected me so badly I would have gotten better grades and could have chosen something different for college. In college, I might have looked for something more like anthropology and focused more on language in a cultural and socio-historical context and not just language and teaching language. Similarly without those problems I would have been able to pay better attention in college and have gotten better grades, done more academic research, etc.

Just hypothetically, if you could get rid of one entire species and not have it screw up the ecosystem at all, what would it be? Humans :’) we’re the worst.

First foray into fanfic? How To Train Your Dragon on that fanfiction net website. I remember seeing the second film and feeling so, like, when are those two going to kiss and get married and live happily ever after? I needed that closure. Then I discovered AUs and ~lemons~ and then I was reading Frozen fic for a while(??) and finally Supernatural. Apple Pie Life by @heyacas was the first fic I read on ao3 after it was recced to me and I never looked back.

You can have unlimited anything from a magic cookie jar (item must fit in a standard sized cookie jar) with the caveat that you cannot monetarily profit from it. Like unlimited cash or things you would sell for cash. What’s in the jar? Firstly what the fuck is a standard sized cookie jar. Secondly this wording prompts me to say... cookies

What do you think about Bill Nye the Science Guy? President Nye 2020

That one book you will never read enough times? Other than the one I mentioned above I’ve read Princess Academy by Shannon Hale a million times and I love it so, so much

What’s something super popular that you just. don’t. get? This is the first thing that comes to mind because frankly there are several things that could go here but I’m answering Videos Of People Getting Hurt. Seriously. Why do I want to watch someone fall off of something or worse get pushed/tricked/otherwise manipulated into doing something I can see (or worse, hear) is painful for them? I can’t stand it.

What’s your super power? Not like telepathy (unless you really have telepathy…), but like. what’s the one thing that you’re known for? Uh... nothing probably? I’m not memorable

What’s that story you tell at parties or whatnot to impress people? I am literally the worst at parties? and impressing people? One story I like to tell is how Boyfriend and I met!

What’s the furthest you’ve ever been from home? Home is an extremely fluid concept. Right now I am about 825 miles from the house that I lived in for about 17 years, Boyfriend is at his work around 16 miles away, 5000 miles from Spain... I could go on.

Hobbies: Writing and reading fanfiction

Favorite place: Favorite beach: Lagos, Portugal. Favorite city: Barcelona, Spain. Favorite museum: the Louvre. Favorite church: Saint Mary of the Angels in Winona, Minnesota. Favorite restaurant: This brunch place we found while wandering in Paris, France. Alternate answers: Boyfriend’s snuggles.

Movie you are most excited about for next year: I haven’t seen Spiderman: Homecoming yet but I’m excited to do so! Also STAR WARS THE LAST JEDI

Beanies or Scarves? Scarves

Last person you texted? Boyfriend

Favorite food? Pasta

Favorite season and why? Summer! Because winter is the FUCKING WORST!

Left Twix or Right? Did you mean: belongs in the trash?

Who would win in a fight: Captain America OR Captain Kirk? Okay like Captain America because? superserum? But James T. Kirk is my precious babe I don’t want them to fight :3

Avengers or X-Men? Avengers

Dream Concert: Go back to my Favorite Artists answer and put all of them together in one show :’)

What fictional world/universe would you want to spend a week in: Either Harry Potter’s or Rick Riordan’s (but only if I’m friends with The Squad)

Last video game played: Okay on the real it’s probably Dance Dance Revolution from, like, 2006

#wow this was so long forgive me #I love all you beans #tag game

1 note · View note

artlessictoan · 7 years

Text

How I’d do Naruto Next Gen

okok I’ve been wanting to do something more in depth and organised than my usual ranting about how everything is terrible now, so here we go! (though lbr this is just my usual ranting but 10x longer)

for the sake of brevity ha and my own piece of mind I’m not gonna go into how unnecessarily hetro the ending was and how everyone should’ve been gay and hey not every couple absolutely had to get married and/or have kids and also nart should’ve gotten the opportunity to realise that becoming hokage wasn’t necessary to achieve his real goal of becoming someone loved and accepted by others and he deserved so much better tbh and why isn’t sak just running the whole show and why isn’t there more sand sibs, bc let’s face it none of that was ever gonna happen, so these ideas are mostly built with the premise that all the canon couples stay canon and all the kids are still around and the product of those ships and the big plot things that happened (like nart becoming hokage and the like) stay roughly the same

forewarning bc else someone’s bound to say something; if you enjoy the next gen stuff? not a problem! that’s great, people enjoying stuff is a good thing! I wish I could enjoy more stuff, bc enjoying things is far more fun than not enjoying things! everyone has a different taste though and for me – and a lot of other people – the way that the next gen has turned out has been a disappointment, this post is for those people, so we can talk about why we think it’s failed and what we would’ve like to see instead, if you don’t feel that way about it.. well just scroll on past this post and keep enjoying the things you enjoy! have an absolute blast, you’ve earned it!

under the cut bc I am apparently incapable of keeping my rambling concise, there’s 2000 words of only vaguely coherent thoughts and tangents, so maybe get yourself a cuppa and a snack before trudging through it (some of this I’ve said in other posts before but w/e)

---

first off lets change some of the kids’ personalities, there’s nothing intrinsically wrong with any of them, but like….. 90% are carbon copies of one of their parents (and mostly their dads but I won’t get into that issue rn) which is ridiculous, bc personality traits aren’t genetic?? like my mum is super chill and sensible and my dad is short-tempered, but I’m an anxious mess and my bro is an anti-social control freak.. we didn’t get any of that from either of our parents

while it’s certainly true that you might be influenced by them (me and mum share a lot of interests and tastes), it’s not a hard and fast rule and I don’t find it realistic that EVERY kid takes after their parents, though I probably wouldn’t have such a problem with it if they were more a mix of both parents than just their dads, so here’s some potential alterations:

Boruto. good fucking lord, no, we did not need a clone of Naruto heading another series, if we wanted to see a rambunctious scamp who gets into trouble but loves his friends a whole lot and has a knack for giving inspirational speeches, then there’s already a whole 700 chap manga for that! one with a far more likable and interesting rambunctious scamp tbqh. so how about we make a few alterations, maybe instead of taking after Nart, Bolt takes a bit more after Hinata? a little quiet and a bit of a pushover, but someone who’ll quickly stick up for a friend and has an ease of communication that’s a bit more Nart? not shy so much as laidback and composed, maybe he isn’t all that interested in being a ninja too, like he’s quite skilled but is a pacifist and would much rather get a civilian job as idk a baker or gardener or something

Shikadai. only a few minor changes here bc I really do like the kid as he is, I’d just like to see him using Tema’s abilities too (and maybe also being just a bit more snarky and unyielding like his mum)

Inojin. I’m kinda torn on this one, bc I do like that he’s a lot like Sai (at least in the anime, he seems to have a pretty different personality from what little we’ve seen of him in the manga???), but I think it’d be pretty interesting if he was just not like either of his parents, maybe if he was very quiet and subdued, but also the mastermind behind all the kid’s pranks, has a mischievous streak that often shocks people, but his friends always love hanging out with him bc of it. also why doesn’t he have Ino’s powers? let’s give him Ino’s powers too

Sand Kids 2.0. ok so at this point we haven’t seen nearly enough of them to say much either way but I have negative faith in kishi and ike so I’ll just say that I want them all to be Gaara’s adopted kids (since it’s still unclear if it’s just Shinki or all of ‘em atm) and I want them to be exactly like this shameless plug for me and @spellfire01‘s versions of them which are the best fucking versions and I will protect my children with my life

now some changes to the original cast (this is where I’m gonna get proper bitter, prepare yourselves):

OH NARUTO MY POOR CHILD WHAT HAVE THEY DONE TO YOU I’ve already talked about this but let me just reiterate in as eloquent a way as I can; Naruto would never become a neglectful father. N e v e r. not after the childhood he went through, no matter how much work he had to do as kage, don’t dare fucking try and tell me that Naruto – "It's almost unbearable, isn't it… the pain of being all alone. I know that feeling; I've been there, in that dark and lonely place, but now there are others, other people who mean a lot to me. I care more about them than I do myself, and I won't let anyone hurt them… They rescued me from my loneliness" – Uzumaki would EVER neglect his kids. just fucking don’t. in this version Nart is a doting and involved dad (perhaps a little too much, to the point that his kids find him kinda exhausting and have to ask him to leave them alone sometimes) who sends his clones to work at the office while he hangs out with his family.. I honestly don’t know why he doesn’t already do that

let all the girls out of their houses to do some ninja work for the love of god

poor put-upon Shino-sensei is alright.. but we’ve already had that with Iruka, I’d honestly much rather see the Cool Sensei who keeps all the kids in line without even doing much of anything and has a knack for inspiring them and always has a line of students trailing after him asking to hear more of his awesome ninja stories and everyone always trying to show off when he’s around, bc Shino is literally The Best

have Sauce and Saku be divorcees. seriously, are even the people who ship them happy with how their relationship has turned out? they barely see each other and apparently it’s been that way since chap 699, so why not just have them split up? it really wouldn’t change much, just say that, at some point after Sarada was born, they realised that they were both gay incompatible personality-wise and they were both so busy with their individual work that there wasn’t much of a relationship to lose. not only would this be good for both their characters (there’s no reason they couldn’t still be good friends) and just more sensible all-round, but it would also be a nice way to show that not every childhood romance/first love works out and that’s perfectly fine and normal and they can still live happy, full lives afterwards!

speaking of Sauce, let him spend at least a little bit of time interacting with his friends and family in Konoha, even if he’s still mostly travelling around on important missions he should at least be taking every opportunity to visit his daughter when he’s in the area, seriously, c’mon

Temari got done so dirty in that one episode.. here’re some much better words than I could ever muster but generally I’d want her to be less the ‘scary, overbearing, harsh’ mother and more the ‘strict but cool and sneaky’ mother, like she’d honestly be the type to use reverse psychology and gentle manipulation, she’d make her boy do some seemingly meaningless task that somehow makes him have an epiphany and come back to her when he’s done like “I know what I did wrong now and I’m sorry” than just shout at him and refuse to make dinner (also I just really like to hc that she’s a terrible cook so it’s Shikamaru who does all the cooking anyway)

it’d be really great to see Hina either being the new clan head or at least otherwise involved in Hyuuga clan politics, so we could actually see how she’s working to destroy that whole slavery thing they’ve got going, rather than that plotline just being dropped somewhere around the end of the chunin exam arc and never picked up again (I mean I assume that it’s all supposed to be fixed by now, but that’s not the kinda thing that should happen entirely off-screen) and so we can see her life revolving around something other than Nart and her kids, she’s remarkably capable and had so much potential but she’s been denied every opportunity to really exist as her own character by the writers

Kiba…… what the hell is going on with Kiba? where is he? what is he doing? how’s he feeling these days? is he supposed to be married to that nameless cat lady we saw for a single panel? these are things we shall never know I guess. tbh what I’d really LOVE to see would be Kiba-sensei, just imagine him and Shino both being teachers who work in completely opposite ways, Shino is the quiet, inspiring, lowkey scary one and Kiba is the gigantic fucking dork one who cheers his students on way too loud and makes the classes super fun and joins in the kids games, him and Shino have a class rivalry and Kiba is constantly roping students into joining his attempts to prank Shino (they’ve never once succeeded but oNE DAY)

Ino should be the next head of Konoha’s intelligence division, I will fight kishi on this one

why the actual fuck is oroch still happily living it up in his penthouse lab?? kill the fucker. or at the very least imprison the fucker. just say that Mitsuki was an old project of his that somehow kept developing in his absence, or was a product of research carried out by some lackeys’ years after he’s gone, anything that means I don’t have to accept that everyone has apparently forgiven him for everything and knows that he’s still experimenting on kids but just don’t care

and on that last note: Justice for Yamato 2k17

right now let’s get onto the actual plot/story for this very self-pandering au

make Sarada the main char. while I can see why they would choose to go with Boruto, honestly Salad’s more interesting a character and! A Girl!! Main Character!!!! I NEED IT!!!!!! focus on her goal to be hokage and her struggles with her parents and follow up on that ‘restoring the Uchiha’ plot thread that just.. dropped right off the map somewhere between 699 and 700, her reconciling what her clan was with what she wants to make it

get rid of that weird demon-sensing eye thing that’s going on. and the demon thing in general. and also that jarring post-apocalypse future thing they’re building up. I didn’t slog through over a decade of kishi’s bullshit just so my kids didn’t get to live long, happy lives. make the plot just slice-of-life fluff, nothing more dangerous than a bully, just some kids trying to be awesome ninja in a world that doesn’t really need ninja anymore bc peace and all that

waaay more of Chocho, Himawari and Inojin (at least enough so they all get equal billing)

show how the ninja world has grown and developed since the end of the original series (not just technologically), what do ninja do now that there aren’t any wars and international relationships are at an all-time high? have missions completely gone from being combat and intel based to more about construction and assistance? are ninja numbers actually dropping, favouring civilian jobs in these more peaceful times? how well are people – ninja or not – adjusting to these changes? is learning ninja techniques still encouraged but in a way that’s more about culture and traditions than actual use in combat (in the same way that swordplay today is mostly practiced for performance, fun and sport, rather than out of any real-life practicality)? there are so many interesting things to explore that you don’t even need to be adding in new threats to keep the series entertaining

I’ve said this before, but I think it’d be really cool and cute if after the end of the war and with some drastic changes to the ninja world’s politics, this next gen is less about becoming ninja, than realising that they’ll never be ninja (at least not in the way that their parents were) and how they react to that. maybe they’re frustrated because they hear so many cool stories about the grand battles of the previous generation and they want to be able to do those things too damnit! so the kids are just going around trying to be super-awesome ninja in a world that doesn’t really need ninja anymore, picking fights and trying to make their boring d-rank missions seem more important and dangerous than they really are, maybe at some point they learn a bit more about how hard and traumatising that life was for their parents and why the world had to change, until they eventually decide that if the role of a ninja has to change, then together they’re gonna discover what that new role will be, what will being a ninja really mean in this new, peaceful world?

and, a final ending note: fuck ike’s sickening treatment of Sarada with regards to her sexualised presentation and the disgusting reveal that someone taught Boruto (a young child!) the sexy jutsu. Let The Kids Be Kids 2k17

#ictoan whines about boruto #boruto #anti-boruto #i spent way too long on this #apparently the way to start doing more meta is to just spew all your bile onto the keyboard and hope for the best #i'm super open to hearing people's thoughts on what they'd like to see in their ideal versions of the next gen!!#i just want someone to wail about missed opportunities with tbh #and it might give me more #writing ideas #ugh why do i always wait til i'm about to go to bed to post this shit #i'm bad at this i apologise

8 notes · View notes

asunafairywizardessheart · 7 years

Text

Maiden of Light

Vincent/Asana

Requested: Anon

Summary: A cult of dark wizards have succeeded in making the ancient Death Cloud spell with only pure light magic able to counter the blackest of magics - death magic. Asana uncovers the extend of her magical powers.

Warning: A little bit of NSFW (not at full detail) at the start and death. Reader discretion advised, recommended for 18+ readers.

"Why did you choose this route so early in the morning?"

"Because, it leads to our secret spot," her hair pulled into twin braids falling over her shoulder, she shot past Vincent with a burst of newly found energy up the steep running trail through the mountains.

Tall, shady trees acted as a canopy, providing a natural cover of shade with soft rays of morning sunlight peeking through the gaps of the leaves. Flowers, tall grass and rocks encroached onto the forgotten path, fallen leaves and twigs covering patches of the plain brown dirt of the trail.

"Also, a wager. First person to the top of the staircase, cooks dinner tonight," she challenged, her feet cushioned by the gel inserts of her running shoes as she sprinted past Vincent for the head start.

Her hair bounced as she sprinted away, a smile curling across Vincent's face. "It's adorable that you think you could win that challenge," he called out to her with her figure disappearing to the right, "I hope you have something delicious in mind."

Because they were Wizard Knights, they kept their bodies fit and healthy with a jog most mornings. Asana heard his response muffled through the thick trunk of the tree she had disappeared behind, turning right to go up the stairs over the hill. The wooden forest stairs faded and camouflaged into the natural scenery and guided them on a trail over the hill and down to a secluded bay of the beach. The azure waters and white sandy trapped by the hilly forest which surrounded it.

They had been married for five years, and worked as Wizard Knights. Vincent promoted to Vice Palladian and Asana ranked as a lieutenant, and second-in-command, of Anna's squad, their friend taking Vincent's former position as a Squad Leader, otherwise a sergeant. Because of their jobs, they decided to move to a quiet town not too far from the city and was built next to the country sea-side town with a scenic mountain range.

Already a few paces ahead of her husband, she could hear his heavy footsteps catching up to her. However, she knew no matter how much of a lead she had on him, it was inevitable he would catch up to her and overtake her. Her healthy body had the stamina to go long and her tiny feet had the endurance to keep up with Vincent, but she did not quite have the long stride like he did to beat him. Though, in desperate effort to have the night off from cooking dinner, she pumped her legs faster, hearing the crunch of dried leaves and snapping twigs underneath her feet.

Laughing at her cute dash to reach the top as he closed in on her, he joked, "Do I get to request what I want for dinner too?" Blowing and flipping his head to move a strand of his long crimson hair that had stuck to his sweaty skin.

"No, no, no," she giggled, seeing his handsomely broad and muscular figure bypass her and raced to the top of the hill, not a far distance away.

Wearing a grey singlet, a patch of sweat dampened the cloth where the droplets trickled down the centre of his chest, taking on a V-shape, and he wore red shorts. Golden light from the sunrise exposed his arms and legs, his skin glowed and the droplets of sweat sparkled like diamonds. Every curve of his biceps and leg muscles were visible, reminding her of kind-hearted and charming, beautifully strong man she married.

"Come on slow poke," teasingly, he encouraged her to hurry up, not realising she had become captivated by thoughts about him. Good but...dirty thoughts. Waiting on her gave him a reprieve from running, and he checked her out from his height advantage.

She sure had matured into her beauty, the girl he fell in love with was now a woman. At times keeping that childish charm he loved, but bolder in her displays of affection. For exercise, she wore a flimsy black singlet, made of a breathable fabric that absorbed her sweat, but underneath she wore a purple exercise bra with a mesh V-neck, which up close, gave him an attractive view to the sides of her cleavage.

As she made it to the top, her gaze fixated on her husband, her feet tripped up the stairs. "Whoa!" Where she expected to land hard on the ground, she never felt the impact but felt his strong arms around her. "Even if you are a lieutenant of the wizard knights, you're still as clumsy as ever," his charming smile had her blushing.

"...B-be nice to your wife," she muttered, looking away.

"Pft...hahahaha," her response and reaction he found hilarious, "Aren't we too far in our marriage to be getting shy, babe." Having caught her, he kept his strong arms around her in an embrace.

She giggled at his playfulness, "Are you going to let me go?"

"I saved you, I think I earnt a kiss."

"You already got dinner out of me, and your sweat is all over me," her smile, in his eyes, shined as brightly as the morning sun flooding through the forest.

He pulled her closer, tightening his embrace around her, his hot lips very close to hers, "I'm curious, you were looking at me like that. What were you thinking?"

Embarrassed to admit his handsome body had turned her on, she blushed and averted her gaze, "...W-well...it wasn't anything bad," she felt dirty having worded it like that, because what she had been thinking are thoughts one would never share out loud.

"Hmm," he hummed in thought with his golden eyes giving her a suspicious glance, "...I wonder, what it would take for you to tell me?" He had a shine in his eyes that made her back pedal a little bit, a smile curling across her face as he stepped closer, like a tiger ready to devour his meal.

"Darling?" She wondered what he was up to, looking at him mischievously and curiously.

Her movement stopped when she felt the rough texture of the bark on the tree behind her. In one strong lift, he had her wrap her legs around his waist and sandwiched between the tree and him. With her legs securely wrapped him, he pinned her hands above her head and at the same time pressed his lips against hers. The force of his passionate kiss, surprised her, but she loved the electrifying wave it sent through her body.

Easily, his tongue slipped between her lips and she happily accepted him. His kiss was fast, raw, rough and passionate, and he kept up the pace until she needed air back in her lungs. When he pulled away, their heavy breathing filled the still forest air, and he whispered in her ear, "Now I know what you were thinking. I'll make dinner tonight but in return...I want you."

His lips tickled her ear, and as he pulled away she found it hard not to pull him back. He chuckled, the sight of her dreamy eyes unable to peel away from his body, "You're cute as heck, you know," he kissed the tip of her nose, setting her feet back on the ground.

Walking ahead of her, she was unaware that she had been holding onto her breath but could finally allow oxygen back into her lungs again and to regain her composure and train of thought. "...That's no fair, using your good looks like that."

Her delayed reaction made him smile and he chuckled, "I would be a lousy husband if I didn't know how to turn you on."

"But, here. On the running trail."

"Hey, you were the one having the thoughts," he laughed, holding out his hand for her to take, "Now, we have two choices here. Go to the beach...or go back home," he purred in her ear with the home option, "We can have morning and evening adult time."

He suggested two good options, but she wanted him. Over the last two months, they have barely seen each other and last night when he came home, he was too tired. That kiss, awakened their desire, and the choice was obvious, "Take me home."

Bursting their front door open and closing it just as quickly, Vincent had her in his strong arms very quickly with her back against the wall. They needed to work through their desperation, and peeling each other's clothes off quickly was necessary. Twin moans filled their home: their dream home, ready to expand their family when the time was right. Somehow, they ended up on the floor of their bedroom trying to find their way to their bed.

Curling into the bed after they had made love, they laid on their sides facing each other and silently stared into each other's eyes. Smiling, Asana played with his crimson hair, pushing the locks back as he drifted between staying awake and falling asleep. "What do you want for breakfast?"

He started laughing, "Always thinking with your stomach. I thought this is where you say you love me."

She laughed in reply, "Of course! Food is yummy!" She enthused, not ashamed of her love for food, "And, I do love you, but I told you so many times just then that I do."

"But, you haven't answer my question," she smiled, "What do you want for breakfast? I'll whip us up something yummy."

Suddenly, she felt her body being dragged closer to his, "I want another dose of you," he said, bringing his hand up her thigh and cupping her buttock in his hand and squeezing it, and bringing her leg up over his. His lowered his head to her neck, trailing kisses up her neckline to her jaw then onto her lips. This time, he wanted to take his time to feel her.

She giggled, "You can't have me for breakfast, I'm not food," though she wasn't saying no as she arched her body feeling his wet tongue across her breasts.

"...But, I want...to taste you more," he teased, his hunger for her not satisfied.

"Oh, Vincent," she moaned, his ministrations to her body made her feel good.

In the middle of their passionate love making, as their bodies moved together in rhythm in their morning intimacy, they were interrupted by the ringing of their doorbell. "Who comes here at seven in the morning?" Vincent wondered, glancing at the clock and choosing to ignore the person at the door, he'd rather stay in bed with his wife.

"It's Anna!" A familiar voice called from the front door, "I know you're in there, Vincent, Asana! There's an emergency situation!"

"Can I make love to my wife, first?"

"No! This is urgent!" Anna replied, "Also, as Asana's commanding officer, I order her to open this door!"

"As the Vice Palladian, I overrule that order!"

"Vincent! This is important!" She reverted to yelling at him, since she knew the situation was desperate and their help was greatly needed, "I understand how hard the two of you have worked, and if this wasn't urgent, I wouldn't be here! Listen, I can brief you on the train, be packed and ready to leave in thirty minutes."

Angrily, Anna's heeled boot tapped on the small stone-marble porch of their new home, her footsteps echoing through the home. Vincent, paused, but then resumed making love to Asana. However, as much as Asana wanted to continue, she knew too that Anna seemed angry and on edge than usual.

"Vincent," putting her hands on the smooth planes of his pictorial muscles, she stop him from kissing her, "...Anna rarely gets that angry. Clearly, something's up," she noticed, and brushed her hand through his red hair, untied and falling to the length of his shoulders, as he liked it.

He kissed the palm of her hand and trailed his lips down to her shoulder, neck and, lastly, cheek, "I know...it's not like her to be that on edge. Something's going down," part of him wanted to leap off the bed and pack for whatever mission they were needed on and the other part of him desperately wished to stay in bed all day so he could make love to Asana, their intimacy impossible from the countless missions they've had to go on over the last few months.

She understood too, and it sounded nice to be in his arms all day but duty again called, "...We waited this long, we can wait a little more. Besides, we finished our first round."

"Yeah, but that was to work through the desperation. Now, we are making love and it's nice to feel you again. I haven't been able to have you for months now because of work."

"I know, but we can put in for some holidays and we can go somewhere where it is just you and me," the plan sounded nice, but Asana wondered if it was possible.

Her words though, cheered him up. Reluctantly, he removed himself from her and rolled off the bed to find their uniforms to wear. Even though she had been the one to stop their love making, the loss of him made her sad too. Laying naked, underneath the sheets with her breasts exposed, she glanced over to Vincent as we pulled their uniforms from their closet, off their hangers.

Finding her motivation, she rolled off the bed finding a fresh pair of panties and bra to cover her naked body. "What do you think this is about?" She wondered, dressing her body in her Wizard Knight uniform, hers different to Vincent's, "Could it be that dark wizard cult the ministry were keeping their eyes on?"

"Maybe, but whenever the Palladian wants all his best wizards on one job, you know it's not going to be a walk in the park type of job," he was confident that whatever was urgent to have the Palladian ordering all of them to one job, and Anna's unusual tone, it was not going to be a quick job, rather it would be dangerous.

Their uniforms on, with the only major differences being their insignias and Vincent's golden aiguillette attached from his left lapel, draping over his arm like knitted linked chains, and with the other end attached to his left breast pocket. His insignia had the image of the King's crown, ranking him as the Vice Palladian, but she wore nothing as powerful as he did. All she had was her insignia, the king's floral emblem on the King's crest, and a single strip pointing upwards, ranking her as a Squad Lieutenant. For this mission, they packed lightly, taking two separate bags in case they had to be separated.

She started to get an ill feeling about whatever it was they were headed for, "I don't feel so good," she mentioned, while she waited for him to lock their front door and they could travel together to the train station where Anna would be waiting for them.

"You're not getting sick, are you?" Wrapping an arm around her waist, he hugged her close to him and pressed her forehead against his cheek to feel her temperature, "You don't feel hot."

"No, nothing feverish. Just, got a really bad feeling and I feel...uneasy."

"If this is pure dark magic we're heading for, you're going to be useless in the fight. If that's the case here, I want you to stay close to me, don't follow Anna's orders but follow mine instead. That's an order," he used his powerful rank to overrule Anna's decisions.

Possessing many rare magical abilities, Asana is unaware that as a pure maiden, she knew she was a light wizard at heart, but she has yet to discover the natural source of powerful light magic that resides deep within her magical veins. Headmaster Randolph and Professor Schuyler had known her ability while they trained her, and enlisted the help of the Princess of the Elves, Saella, to train her rare gifts. Because of this, whenever she was fronted with pure black magic, it made her incredibly weak and ill – vomiting, disorientated balance and vision, fainting, severe sweating and feverish symptoms, lack of energy and short of breath, these all hindered her ability to use her magic efficiently during battle. With Vincent's life in her hands too, she had to choose her battles meticulously.

Travelling by train, Vincent escorted Asana to the private car, trailing behind the passenger cars at the very end of the steam train. Wrought iron railings and steps offered them protection to the only door to the cabin, the tinted windows were covered by curtains.

Opening inwards, the steel door needed quite the push to open, Asana using half of her strength just to keep it open for Vincent to follow in after her. Thankfully, his stronger hand effortlessly kept the door open as he pushed through their light bags and closed the door behind him.

"That was quicker than I expected, I am assuming Asana had common sense to stop your activities," Anna commented, checking the time on her watch.

Small lights screwed into the red-painted steel walls painted the room with in a yellow incandescent glow, the light shining in the teal leather sofa in the medium-sized car used only by Wizard Knights in their travels, since they could not be seated with passengers when they needed to discuss top secret information.

To the right of the only door, Anna was sitting at a vanity desk in front of a large mirror, reflecting her annoyed expression as she analysed the case notes to explain the urgent crisis for Asana and Vincent, her body trembling with the fear, anger and anxiety this emergency stirred within her usually thick-skinned and unaffected demeanour.

"You seem tense," Asana noticed, so did Vincent.

Behind her stool, there were two wooden armchairs, cushioned with either a red and white French or Indian printed cotton fabric. They were comfortable though, but their comfort was the farthest issue from their minds. Vincent's usually cool face disappeared, along with Asana's, since whatever it is they were about to face had disturbed Anna.

"Tell us everything," Vincent calmly ordered her.

Listening attentively, Asana and Vincent's eyes were both locked on Anna. She gathered the file she was reading and handed it over to Vincent, "Okay. Do you two remember the dark wizard cult Klaus Goldstein's team of ministry agents were after?"

"Yeah, they were investigating ingredients being cultivated for a potion used in dark magic alchemy and potions. Why, did they find something?" Asana affirmed they were aware of the case because the Palladian had put units on standby in case their back up was required.

"Well, they did find them...but...," Anna trailed off, deeply shaken but the ministry's discovery, "They followed a small group of those dark wizards back to a hideout on an offshore island, not far from the mainland. However, those investigators dropped dead on the spot."

"Seriously? Were they murdered?" Vincent asked.

Anna shook her head, "I don't think the dark wizards knew they were hanging around, but Klaus and his brother and father went to investigate, and noticed the area was shrouded and contaminated by black magic. They went to a nearby town, under the shield of masks, and all the towns people were dead."

"Black magic poisoning?" Asana guessed.

"Yes, but on the island where the hideout is, is a cloud of death magic they are threatening to unleash on our country. They are feeding it so it disperses into the air. Klaus has boxed the cloud in a barrier, but for the moment it is a temporary solution. It is pure black magic, and a few agents have already died too from falling ill from the poisoning."

Squeezing her fists into balls, Asana began to worry what would happen to her if she went near the pure black magic, and if the poisonous gas the cloud is spreading would kill her. Vincent reached over, and covered her fists with his hands. "...Todd was one of the first agents on the scene, he was killed," Anna admitted.

Glancing at each other, Anna suddenly erupted into tears for her loss. They had double-dated often, and Todd had just proposed marriage to Anna and they had a three-year-old son together. Asana quickly forgot about her worries, and held their friend tightly, allowing her tears to drench the navy lapels of her jacket turning them a shade of a blackened-blue, and the white fabric, grey. "How am I supposed to tell Clay that his father isn't coming home?"

His best friend cried like he had never seen, but the sight reminded him of when his own father was killed on the job. Had his mother cried like this when she was tasked with telling him and his siblings that his father was never coming home again? Anger boiled in his blood at the dark wizards who stole a father away from his son and the woman who loved him, "You tell Clay that his father was a hero, who died protecting him and our country," Vincent advised her.

Two hours into their journey, Asana cradled Anna until the restless woman fell asleep in her arms. Her breathing even, Asana smoothed the hair bothering her swollen and reddened eyes, "Vincent," she softly whispered up at him and he looked up at her through his eyelashes, "She's asleep. Could you carry her to the bed?"

He had been reading the case file over and over, brainstorming the various strategic options and figuring out the consequences, and also what these dark wizards intend to achieve, that question the least of his worries but, importantly, needed to be answered. His anger about Todd being killed and leaving a little boy fatherless and his best friend a broken-hearted widow drove his determination, but gently he did take care in putting her to bed.

Pulling the blankets over Anna, Vincent re-joined Asana, who was looking at the pictures taken by the investigators and skimming over the written notes. "I think you should sit out on this case, Asana. Those killed by the black magic, were either like you or their masks weren't fitted correctly."

"I'd say it would be the latter," she said, and felt sick at the sight of the dead townspeople in the photos. With the file in her hands, Vincent scooped up her body to have her sitting on his lap as he sat down in the armchair. "These poor people probably had no clue a dark magic cult were operating so close to them."

"Yeah," he agreed, shifting his body to make it easy for him to read through the file too, "That island has been deserted for centuries. I know there's an old temple there from the old blueprints, the ministry has them. I'd say that's where their hideout is."

"But, a cloud full of toxic black magic? Sounds so stupid yet terrifying."

"That's why I think you should go back home and wait for me to come home," Vincent's anxiety fuelled by the uncertainty of her safety as a pure maiden and light wizard, and that he knew how ill, weak, and ultimately defenceless she became in the face of pure dark magic, "I'm going to be too worried about you."

His worry over her safety filled her heart with warmth, but she refused to go anywhere, "I'm not going to abandon my duty, Vincent. If they succeed in dispersing the cloud across the country, neither one of us will survive. Remember our contract, if either one of us dies, so does the other, and if that is where this case is headed then I'd rather be by your side then to be a day away from you."

"Failure won't be option here," Vincent assured her, but her words made him happy, "Though, if we can't stop it, I'd rather be by your side too. I hope Anna is going to be okay though."

He glanced over at his friend sleeping in on the single bed down the back of the car, and Asana followed his worried expression too. They had been best friends since they were young, but she felt like she had known Anna for a lifetime too since they get along like sisters. "She has us, so she's not alone, and neither is Clay," she glanced up at Vincent, "It reminded you...didn't it? Of your Dad and Mom?"

"...Yeah. I've seen this before. That's why I want to catch these guys and force them to understand what they have done," his golden eyes, like the flames of a fire, burned with anger.

It made her angry too, but his anger was born from the similarities it drew with his past. Shifting her body, gently and cautious not to crush him, one arm disappeared in the gap between his body and chair to cuddle him. With the other arm, she wrapped it around his stomach with her hand holding his for comfort. Her face buried into his chest under his chin, and where her ears picked up the sound of his beating heart thumping underneath his skin. "I love you," she whispered.

Her actions didn't match her calm words, he was confused if she was scared about the case or if she was worried about him and this was her attempt to calm him down and cheer him up. He wasn't sure, but he kissed the top of her hair, smoothing down her hair with his hand and trailing it down to rest on her waist, "I love you too," he whispered back.

The file remained open in front of them, with a page of photographs detailing the extent of the damage created by this cloud of accumulated dark magic, bringing instant death to anything that inhaled its deadly odour, vegetation and animals also not being spared. Hundreds of fish littered the wavering water of the beach, some washed onto the sandy shore; lifeless ravens, with their feathery wings being puppeteered by the oceanic breeze, littered the grounds of the withered forests and parks, along with a variety of other animals and humans too.

Timber panels nailed together to form homes, had faded, chipped and some were broken into pieces, the village becoming a desolated and derelict wasteland, like it had been abandoned years ago during the tougher pioneering days, despite being lively and colourful with life twelve hours ago. The eroded timber didn't make any sense to Asana and Vincent.

"I thought this cloud destroyed living things?" She questioned, "So, why are the homes destroyed too?"

"Not just that, the town's central fountain is made of stone has crumbled."

"It doesn't make any sense why a cloud designed to destroy life is destroying inanimate objects."

"Yeah," he agreed, both of them plunging into deep thought about what could have caused inanimate objects to decay.

He barely managed to turn the page without banging his arm into her body, but the next page had a larger photo on the left side and two medium sized images on the right, detailing what had happened to the townspeople. The largest picture, emotionally powerful.

A mother hugged her three children to protect them from the onslaught of this cloud of death: a child about the age of ten, a toddler no more than three years old, and a newly born infant were dead along with their mother. How she held them, their scared little faces, revealed to Asana and Vincent the horrible fear they must have felt in their last moments of life, the innocent lives of the children murderously cut short. This cloud had petrified their bodies, wrinkled the skin, like the souls inside the shell of the skin and skeleton were separated from the their bodies. Seeing it and analysing it, became too much for her kind-heart that tears welled in her eyes and she turned away burying her head into Vincent's chest.

"Are you okay?" He rested the file on his knees.

He tightened the embrace of his arm already hugged around her waist and brought the arm across so that his hand could cup her cheek, his thumb wiping away the tears she had shed for that family she didn't know but had face a cruel demise, "Who...who would do something so cruel to innocent people?" She cried, her watery tears dripping onto his thumb as he wiped them away.

His lips kissed the top of her head while he cuddled her in comfort, the image stirring his own emotional sorrow for that family and growing his anxiety about Asana heading towards this cloud, "...Hey," he whispered, "...We'll stop this. The good guys always win."

His joke made her smile but it didn't make her laugh. An eerie silence fell over the train with their destination at least another ten hours away, and that's on the magic express train. After a short while, her sympathetic tears for that family and her fear about what they were facing had exhausted her, and she had fallen asleep on his lap where he warmly cuddled her.

"Should get some rest," he concluded, having read the file from back to front and writing down strategic moves against this cloud.

Anna had the bed but the sofa was wide and comfortable enough to fit two people. Carrying Asana, he gently laid her down on the sofa and used the throw over the top of the cushions as a blanket to kept each other covered in their slumber. He laid his body next to hers but embraced her closely so that he wouldn't fall off the lounge; her head rested on his forearm like a pillow with his other arm keeping her protected in his embrace.

Tomorrow, they will face this cloud first and deal with the wizards later, but the uncertain results of their efforts could end up either saving or destroying the kingdom and the millions of people taking up residency within the prospering country.

While sleeping, Asana's ability to use foresight acted up. Visions of a desolated world, where a town she had been staying in had vanished creating an oasis of sand, like a desert. Dark clouds stretched as far as the eye could see and not a living soul in sight. Next to her feet, her dead body lied covered in the sand of the desert and next to her was Vincent. Both their skins dried and wrinkled, like their souls had been sucked from their bodies.

Drinking a cup of coffee, Anna peeled the curtains on the train so she could peer out at the sunrise. The beauty of the yellow sun rising through the pink fluffy clouds made her mad. Not too far now, the train would stop where the Wizard Knights had barricaded any persons of the public from going any further.

This town they were about to pull to a stop in was the next town in the firing line to be eradicated from the earth, along with the residents if they could not contain this monstrosity of a cloud. "Hey," she heard a soft voice behind her, and felt Asana's hand on her shoulder, gesturing her comfort, "I'm so sorry about Todd, but are you sure you're up to this Anna? Clay can't lose you too."

"You should be worried about yourself, Asana," her tone conveyed her worry for Asana,, since she also knew pure dark magic, like what they were about to face, made Asana ill and weak, to the brink of being unable to fight, "Something happens to you and Vincent, it would be too much pain. I already lost my husband, I don't want to lose my best friends."

Asana couldn't reply if they were going to be fine, since she could feel the pressure of the dark magic from their current distance, her fair skin paler than usual. Instead, she gazed out at the beautiful sunrise, watching two birds fly towards a tree, "It's a beautiful morning. The colour almost reminds me of Vincent's hair," her comparison made Anna laugh.

"How? It's pink not red."

"Really? I reckon it is a shade of crimson pink, you know between pink and red. Like a hygrocybe punicea."

"I have no clue what that even means," Anna shook her head, Asana's bizarre perception and mind making her laugh and smile, "But, whatever you are saying is making me laugh. So, thank you."

The train car they had been riding in had a small bathroom, and Vincent emerged from behind the steel sliding door, shirtless. "Good morning ladies," he walked up to Asana, giving her a kiss on the cheek with her handing him a warm cup of coffee, "Thanks," he grabbed the cup took an immediate sip to wake his body up.

"By the way, curiously, what is that thing whatever you just said?" Anna asked, referring to Asana's comment before. "What was it a hydrocyber gunciea?"

"That is way off," Asana laughed, "You mean a hygrocybe punicea. It is called a Crimson or Scarlet Waxy Cap, it’s a fungi. A mushroom, with reddish colour and yellow stalk. The colour of the sunrise reminded me of it."

"You're comparing a sunrise to a mushroom?"

"When you see it, you'll understand. They don't grow around here, but they used to grow in the mountains near my hometown of Retiz. My mother used to use them in cooking," as she explained the mushroom to Anna, she felt Vincent's arms holding her and his head resting on his shoulder, "What time did you go to sleep?"

"I stayed up thinking of strategies for this death cloud," he said, feeling the speed of the train slowing down, "This is the kind of situation where we need to be confident in the strategy we use otherwise we will make the situation worse."

"We have to watch that we don't overstimulate the magic and spells used to create the cloud," Anna added.

"Or watch that we don't disperse it. I have a feeling by dispersing the cloud, like those dark wizards want to, it will act like weather clouds, rolling across to different parts of the country unleashing its deadly spell over the living and inanimate," Asana figured.

The train completely came to a stop and pulled up alongside another passenger train be boarded by evacuating residents. Having heard what this cloud has done to their neighbouring town, mothers, herding their children onto the train, were escaping to somewhere far safer. "Come along children, we must leave this town. If the ministry can't contain that black magic, disaster will strike," they overheard one mother rushing her children onto the train.

Coming off the train, Asana instantly started to feel sick as they fixed their masks over their faces to prevent the odour from killing them as they headed to the contaminated zone via their brooms. Behind the mountain, the calm pink skies they were seeing was shrouded in an eerie shade of pitch darkness.

"You should ride with me," Vincent suggested, seeing her body growing weak from the potency of the dark magic.

"I'll be fine," she stubbornly argued and was ready to board her own broom.

Grabbing and pulling her hand towards him, Vincent was not taking chances, "Now is not a time to be stubbornly reckless. Can't you see I'm worried about you going into this battle. I know what dark magic does to you, and you're already feeling sick. As your Vice Palladian, you staying by my side is an order, and as your husband, I vowed to protect you from danger. I'm a man of my word, so get on my broom."

He wasn't wrong, and she knew that if anyone could see her body behaving differently, even if she looked somewhat healthy as she does now, Vincent would certainly pick up on it. "Alright...you're right," she gave in, and sat in front of him with his arms protecting her as the ascended into the sky towards the mountains where they could feel and see the dark energy coming from.

As they approached closer to the destination, Asana's body had become incredibly weakened. Her stomach turned in knots and she had already thrown up three times. Her eyes were spinning, causing her vision to blur. A headache pounded away in her head and it felt light, like it would fall off. Her breathing, short.

"Is she getting sick?" Anna asked, flying beside them and watching Asana struggling to fight the illness the dark magic inflicted upon her.

"Yeah, I'm worried," Vincent replied, "She's never fallen this sick this quick. At least we know it is pure, pure black magic."

"I think you should fly back and let her help with the evacuation of the next town."

"She would never forgive me if I did that," Vincent replied, respecting his wife's wish to fight but being torn by the option to turn around and have her wait in the town they had just come from.

Sweat formed across her brow as she leaned onto Vincent for support. On landing, she had completely collapsed into his arms, unable to walk from her disorientated balance and debilitating feverish symptoms coming off the dark magic. Makeshift tents had been set up in the same village they had seen completely ruined by the dark magic with every wizard fitted with a tight mask to keep the dark magic from killing them.

The recovery unit from the ministry were working to bag bodies while a wizardry unit were working to help Klaus stabilise his magic barrier designed to contain the dark magic from spreading any further. Up close, the deathly cloud was terrifying like it had been conjured from the depths of hell by the way the obsidian gas circulated like an angry storm ready, roaring and ready to unleash destruction wherever it decides to make landfall.

"...Pure...death...magic," Asana could barely speak, her usual soft and feminine voice changed to a dry, rough tone.

"What was that?"

"...It's not just...dark magic...that's death magic...the worst of all black magic."

"She's right," suddenly, a familiar voice they knew all too well spoke from behind them. Turning their bodies around, the dignified voice, perfect tall posture and golden-blonde hair and amethyst eyes belonged to Klaus, and standing behind him was his father and two brothers, "This is not ordinary, everyday black magic. The spell you see it – Death Cloud, ripped from the pages of death magic textbooks."

Seeing her poor state, Walter's attention was directed at her, "...Does she always get this way when faced with pure black magic?" He wondered, having heard much about the wizard the ministry often talks about with her rare but many naturally gifted magical talents, "...Asana Knight? Formerly, Asana Way?"

"Yes, sir. She's not usually like this. In fact, she used to be in Elias' classes back in the academy days."

Elias nodded, "Yes, she has never been healthy when faced with pure black magic. Even speaking about it briefly in Professor Schuyler's class once, she threw up."

Staring at her, rubbing his fingers along his chin, he knew this was the wizard everyone talked about. Vincent, not able to read his expression turned to Klaus, for answers and the look being read by his their long-time friend, "Father has heard much about Ms Knight, but has never had the opportunity to extend an invitation to meet her. Her natural abilities...intrigue him...as a wizard."

"My wife is pretty amazing, but she's not at her best right now."

"She's already quite famous for her rare and natural magic powers, whom Headmaster Randolph has greatly informed me in detail, but I can see now her other powers are only beginning to awaken. We could use that right about now. Anyway, come this way, you all need to be briefed on the new information."

Barely able to stand, her eyes started drifting in and out of consciousness, their voices only a deep and low noise where she couldn't understand the words they were saying. Vincent knew she was only sick, because if she suddenly started to become deathly ill, he'd feel it too. He had been holding her up this whole time by having his arm holding his waist and her arm over his shoulder, that when she completely fainted, it stunned him.

"Asana! Babe, can you hear me?" He tried to wake her up but she wasn't coming around. Scooping her into his arms, he followed the Goldstein patriarch into a tent where the Palladian and other high ranking agents and knights were strategizing the best course of action.

"There is a bed over there she can rest on," Walter pointed to a bed, he clearly slept in, with his bags beside the bed and several mattresses on the floor possibly being the beds of his three sons, "She will not be too useful to us if she's out cold like that," he said to the other men.

"What are you talking about? Her light magic?" Vincent assumed.

They all nodded, "Yes, but even if she does come around we have no clue when that will be," the Palladian explained, making room for Vincent to join the discussion, "Light magic beats dark magic but with the amount of wizards we have here, it is not going to be enough."

"We also run the risk of overstimulating the cloud with light magic, and Lieutenant Knight is the only wizard here with the right training to use such power. Not only this, but Grand Mage Randolph and Conrad Schuyler, along with Princess Saella, know her light magic is the most powerful among the humans in the world."

Walter's words just now shocked Vincent, "...Is she that powerful?"

He nodded, "When I was tasked by Randolph to train her, he told me that she is a special kind of wizard. She is capable of high-level magic without even exerting too much stamina, and these are abilities some of us dare hope to dream of having, but she has all of them. Once every five thousand years do you come across a wizard, like her, who is capable of unlimited power. In other words, her powers are still growing, she hasn't even tipped the edge of her potential."

Looking over his shoulder, she still remained unconscious. Even if she was extremely powerful, she is a pure maiden, the maiden of light magic but before all of that, she is his wife. Seeing the worry plastered all across his face, the Palladian, offered a ridiculous solution, "If she won't wake up, is there a way we could sacrifice her light magic."

"Sacrifice any part of my wife, you'll regret it," Vincent's golden glare took on a threatening and challenging stance towards his superior, though he didn't care. "She maybe a maiden of light magic to you, but that is my wife."

"Vincent, I understand how you feel about it but if we can't control this and she is our only salvation, better her than the rest of the world," he forwarded a reasonable case but Vincent dismissed it.

"She's a person, not a sacrificial lamb! You will not do anything to her without her permission, or so help me, you will go with her."

"Watch your tongue, Vincent!" The Palladian's low, stern voice, warned him, "You maybe one rank below me but I still can throw you in the brink."

With that insensitive warning, Vincent's mood soured and a disrespectful feeling developed for the man he respected. Offering up his wife, the woman he loved more than anything, who made a life-changing contract without a moment of thought for his life to continue, who gave him all the happiest in the world, and his boss, his mentor, was dishing her up like food to a giant monster. It angered him, fuelling their argument.

"I'll never stand still or stay silent when you're offering my wife on a whim hoping that kind of a strategy would work. She may not mean a thing to you, but she means everything to me!"

"I'm thinking in the best interest of this country, I am doing my job! If it works, our kingdom will prosper for centuries to come!"

"What happens when the next threat to our country occurs and you need a source of light magic to stop it? What are you going to do, huh?" Vincent countered his desperate solution with long-term logic, "You sacrifice her, you won't have her power to stop anything like this from happening in the future."

"If we don't stop this cloud now, there will be no future to worry about!" Palladian shouted, the volumes of their voices rising that others could hear outside.

Anna shook her head, "If she dies, so does he," she muttered, Klaus and Elias knowing about the contract as well, but the Palladian and their father unaware of the contract.

"But he loves her, not even I agree with sacrificing her to that cloud," Klaus took Vincent's side.

Walter and the other officers in the tent were split in opinion, Walter taking Vincent's side along with two others but the other three outnumbering Vincent by agreeing with the Palladian.

Vincent took a protective stance in front of her, warning them away, "What if this was your wife, huh? Would you offer her up as bait, not even sure if this would even work. Give her a chance to wake up first!"

"We don't have the luxury of time, Vincent. We have no idea how long Klaus' barrier is going to hold against the vortex out there!"

"Then hurry up and find another solution, sacrificing my wife is out of the question!"

From her condition, she could hear the argument happening around her.

"Gentlemen, let's calm down," Walter suggested, standing between the two men, "Klaus is briefing Anna now on the situation, but Vincent allow me to fill you in and see what you can come up with."

"Alright," he agreed to that but not moving an inch away from Asana.

"With the tests we have conducted we know this to the spell Death Cloud, it is a powerful and ancient spell created and written by the infamous dark magic Bronwen Cult. A name meaning dark and pure, they invented this spell by combining time magic with a potion and sacrificial magic. It involves the ancient 'tempus mortem' spell and combining that with the 'nigrum cor' potion."

She heard all of that, her consciousness beginning to return, but her body still weak from the black magic looming in the skies, "The time travelling death spell with the blackened heart potion," she murmured.

"Asana? Babe, you're worrying me," Vincent kissed the back of her hand through the fabric of the gloves she wore as part of her uniform and protecting her skin from the black magic which threatened.

Slowly, she sat up, hanging her feet down from the makeshift bed Vincent had laid her on. Still wobbly, she walked over to the group of men, listening as Walter filled Vincent in, "How are you feeding in light magic right now?" She asked.

As she asked that question, outside a roaring thunder crackled in the sky and shaking the earth under their feet. Outside, Klaus could see his barrier starting to break from the force of the magic, but the block was starting to aggravate the cloud, making the magic unstable. The light magic being fed to the cloud was beginning to tear the fluffy dark mist, like it was cotton candy.

"That's not good," Elias commented.

"Damn it! Why is it becoming unstable?" Klaus grumbled, watching his magic being defeated by a cloud made him angry, "I hate this cloud!"

"Now is not the time to be jealous of a cloud," Anna admonished him but she had no clue how to stop what was happening and worried for the future.

From the crack in the barrier, speeding bullets of dark magic from the cloud began to fall to the ground, making craters in the earth where it landed and people dodging the deadly attacks by jumping out of the way. Screams echoed across the sea and through to the mountains behind them.

Racing outside, the highest ranking officials watched the chaos unfolding and began using light shields to defend themselves, with the others around them following suit. Regathering whatever strength she had, she knew a spell Saella had taught her and would be extremely useful in this situation, but she needed a heart of pure light magic to cast it. "I'm going to try something," she turned to Vincent, "Saella taught me a light song, and I don't know if it will work but I have to try it. Tell everyone to feed their light magic into one point to the centre of the cloud. Have them use the spell, lux caeli followed by pluvia. It's an easy spell to summon a raining light, make sure it focuses on the central point of the vortex."

He nodded, "Be careful and don't get too close to it," he warned, having grabbed her arm before she walked towards it and giving her a quick kiss, "Be safe."

"I'll try, just believe in me for this to work."

"I always do," he smiled, letting her go and spreading her order around to every agent and knight working to defeat this monster of dark magic, "Alright! Listen up, focus your light magic to one point, the centre of the cloud!" He repeated the incantation she wanted them to use, and they all heard him.

Asana walked directly in front of the swirling cloud, the black magic making her worse than before. She stood on grassless land, where the dark magic had completely killed any form of life that existed underneath its shade.

She could feel the light magic from the others around her weaving into the central point of the cloud, and it worked like a needle and thread to stitch the parts of the cloud back together. However, she couldn't stand in this spot for too long as the dark magic would quickly work its way in to contaminate her too, like it had the grounds around her.

"Okay," she closed her eyes and focused, "Remember the basics, I need wind and light magic to work together," she mumbled, and looked up at Klaus' barrier, "I need to use that barrier to my advantage here. If I combine my primitive magic with light magic, it should work."

She strategized out loud what she needed to do, and knew this spell would drain her energy to the point she would likely pass out. She had never cast a spell to this scale before, but she hoped it would work. "Here I go," she concentrated on what she needed to, a swirling wind picking up around her body, blowing her hair wildly.

Once she felt the wind, she began to sing, concentrating on several different things at once and hoping for this to work, "Caeli desuper mihi lucem vincere ventus lux in tenebris. Ventus Inter Aquilonem et Turbo!" She sang, and with each repeat her voice grew louder and more passionate. This light, she summoned, was no ordinary light, but was the light from the heavens combining with the raining light magic summoned by the other wizards to rain onto the cloud from above, infusing it with a primitive wind tornado as big as the death cloud before them.

Her power greatly overpowered the dark magic with a powerful gust of wind, knocking over the makeshift tents, their hats and crumbling the stone and wood of the desolated and decayed ruins of the town around them, even the waves of the sea becoming violent. The light, blinding those around her.

A golden tornado of light-wind quickly blackened. The Death Cloud dyeing the yellow light with its colour, the light and dark battling within the swirling vortex. She kept up her concentration, the strain on her body from using this much energy becoming unbearable and exhausting. Anna could see Vincent worrying, but she held him back. "She's doing a great job, let her do this!" She yelled at him to be heard over the roaring noise of the light and dark winds, and Asana's painful screams.

Feeling the last of the dark energy being completely absorbed by her magic, she used the last ounce of her powers to vanquish the evil from the sky, "Debellaturus!" She yelled, delivering the final blow and vanquishing the darkness by having her pure light magic devour it and letting it dissipate into the blue skies again.

Those pink clouds she had seen with Anna were gone, and she caught a glimpse of a clear blue, cloudless skies, bringing out the beauty of the world before her, before tiredness consumed her and she fainted again.

"Asana!" Running to her, Vincent's knees went sliding along the sand, kicking up dust around him, as he caught her body in time before she landed hard on the ground. "Asana? Darling, say something, please tell me you're okay?" He knew she wasn't dead, otherwise he would be too, but he never wanted to see her in such a state like this.

He loved her bubbly energy, but he loved her very much for unlocking her hidden powers and using it to save the kingdom. Her eyes fluttered opened, and through a small crack of her open eyes, Vincent's handsome, but worried face, blocked out the bright sunshine, making her smile. She though in that moment, her sunlight is him. Squeezing his hand, she felt her muscles ache but she had to say something, "...I'm okay," she managed.

Gently, he hugged her close. He could feel the tense muscles all over her body, "You did an amazing job, and saved all of us and the kingdom. Get some sleep and recover your energy, okay," his caring voice was so sweet, the way he gently held her made her feel warm and loved.

"Vincent," and she was going to tell him, "...I love how caring you are of me. To feel this warmth you give me, to hear those words, I would go through one hundred times worse pain than what I am feeling right now to make sure I always feel you close to me."

"You just like to make me worry, don't you?" He lowered his head, planting a soft kiss on the top of her head, "Shut up and get some sleep already."

She laughed but it didn't last for long as she lost the fight to stay awake. Her eyes closing shut. Scooping her body into his arms, he carried her back to the base where the camp was in shambles with some tents uplifted from the wind she created.

Walter glanced at the Palladian, "If you have something to say Walter, say it."

With Walter's arms folded and smiling fondly at Vincent and Asana, a boss who approved of her method, he took the Palladian's advice to speak freely, "Not only do you owe them an apology and a few months' vacation, but I think you should look into promoting her too. She has knowledge and powers unlike any other wizard in the world, and I have met quite a few of them, she's special and rare. Don't jump to conclusions like you did before."

"When I want advice from a ministry agent, I will ask for it!" He grumpily stated, storming away from his own embarrassment about jumping to the desperate solution of sacrificing her to the Death Cloud.

"Is it possible had you all agreed to offer her as a sacrifice to a cloud, she would have been contaminated by the dark magic and turned dark herself?" Elias wondered, the question puzzling him and curious to know what a dark-ridden Asana could be capable of doing.

Anna and Klaus read between the lines of his curious question. "After what I have witnessed, I don't ever want her turning dark. She'd be...difficult to stop, especially with that stubborn side of her," Anna commented.

"Agreed," Klaus seconded it.

Walter turned to the group of wizards gathered, "Alright, listen here! The recovery team, my team and Klaus' will remain here to investigate the town and this section of the land, I wanted submitted reports on my desk within one week of the conclusion of our time here. Wizard Unit K84 and K85 you will go with Julius' team across to that island and encounter the dark wizards, bringing them in dead or alive if you have to. Let's get to work."

Anna's unit was not listed in the teams which needed to stay, and ordered them to return home along with the other dismissed teams from the investigation. Although they won, she felt like she lost the most with Todd, a victim of this heinous crime, and turned to Julius Goldstein, "Make them pay, Julius. Todd was under you."

"Oh, I intend to," he replied. "You don't want to join?"

She shook her head, "I need to go home and tell my son."

He nodded, "I apologise for what has happened."

"It's part of our job, but that doesn't make it any less harder to bare," she answered, but looked up the path where Vincent boarded his broom with Asana in his arms, "But, I still have my family to help me through. Just, make sure they pay for what they have done here, not just for my Todd but for all the innocent people they murdered here."

Dressing out of their uniforms, wizard knights and agents decided to celebrate their victory at a tavern in the neighbouring town, shouting ever resident with a drink to get wasted on. Vincent and Asana, with Anna, were on their way home. Anna lived in the capital, not far from the slice of paradise Vincent and Asana had moved to. Taking the private car, Vincent had laid Asana in the bed, "She's going to be alright?" Anna asked.

"Yeah, that spell has just taken it out of her. As they say, more difficult the spell is the more energy you need to put in it to make it work," he replied, "Coffee?"

"Yeah, thanks," understandably, her cheery and bubbly nature had not returned as she was a widow grief-stricken by Todd's death, "...I'm going to take Clay home to visit my parents. They have never met him, and they are complaining I don't go see them often."

"That's good, they've probably missed you like crazy."

"Yeah," she saw the cup of coffee land in front of her, "Are you and Asana ever going to have children? You've been married, what...five years or something like that?"

He shrugged, the question catching him off guard, "...Uhm...I...we've never really discussed it...or we have but never decided anything."

"You'd make a great father and I don't know why, but I can see Asana growing old and being the grandmother who would write a cookbook and bake cookies for the grandkids. You'd be the crazy Grandpa."

He sighed, "Do you ever stop teasing me?"

"Of course not, you're like a brother to me and you will be treat as one."

"...I've never thought about it, then again...I never thought I'd fall in love either. I know she wants children."

"She's saved your life twice now, compromise would you. Put a baby in her...when she's ready, and when you are. That sounded so wrong then, didn't it?"

"It did, it truly did."

#vincent knight #asanawayMC #klaus goldstein #elias goldstein #wizardess heart fanfiction #lightmagic

36 notes · View notes