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towers of midnight chapters 45-end

elayne confirms that she indeed wasn’t able to get into TAR when gawyn wanted to wake her up to say goodbye. so what was the point of them not getting to say goodbye!!! “when she’d found out that birgitte had turned away gawyn...she’d been livid.” me too!!!

“elayne sat back, feeling the powerful warmth through the bond with rand that had appeared there. light, but that was a wonderful sensation. the moment she’d begun feeling it, the cloud cover around andor had broken.” ❤️❤️❤️

now melfane has taken it upon herself to sleep in the antechamber outside elayne’s bedroom every night “to keep a careful watch on her” which is close enough that she can hear any noise elayne makes and come barging in to check on her. good god can nobody allow elayne ANY privacy or freedom??? it’s infuriating! she is like 3 months pregnant and having an extremely healthy and normal pregnancy so far, relax!

“is everything all right? i thought i heard a cry of pain.” “that was an exclamation of joy, melfane. a greeting for the wonderful morning that has come to us.” jdkfjg my beloved

elayne’s starting to feel the babies kick! and melfane hears their heartbeats! 🥺🥺

birgitte arrives with two cloaked figures. “everyone knew that elayne didn’t like to see visitors in the small sitting room. if birgitte was bringing people here...‘mat?’ elayne guessed.” mat is elayne’s first guess for a visitor whom birgitte wouldn’t think she would object to receiving unexpectedly in her private rooms! 🥺🥺 also i love that elayne easily believes mat would dramatically cloak himself with hood up just to go talk to her jdkfjg

speaking of mat: we were so robbed of a) mat-gawyn interactions and b) mat taking part in elayne and perrin’s upcoming negotiations. when mat arrived in caemlyn i thought he and elayne would take part in each other’s plotlines for more than a couple scenes!

the visitors turn out to be galad and morgase!!!!!! 3/5 of my trakand family reunion!!!!!! if only gawyn hadn’t left and juuuuust missed them i’m so sad!!! and why didn’t they bring lini with them to see elayne!!!

elayne asks “where have you been?” and galad replies “i have been seeking truth” djkfjg why is he like this

upon hearing morgase was being held by whitecloaks, elayne mutters “bloody whitecloaks” and then when galad looks offended and takes off his cloak, revealing his whitecloak uniform, elayne says “oh, that’s right. i almost forgot that. intentionally.” get his ass elayne!!!

“conversing with galad was often like this: an exchange, more formal than familiar. once, it had frustrated her, but this time she found that - against her better wishes - she’d actually been missing him. so she listened with fondness.” awww

galad leaves elayne and morgase to speak privately. elayne tells morgase she’s gonna be a grandma!!! and that rand is the babydaddy, “though it’s not widely known, and i’d rather it stay that way.” indeed, it is so not widely known that not even rand himself knows! time to take inventory again:

people who currently know elayne is pregnant with rand’s babies: elayne, mat, aviendha, min, nynaeve, egwene, thom, birgitte, gawyn, morgase. judging by the caemlyn rumors of the dragon reborn knocking people up, safe to say that many people in the city suspect it. judging by perrin, faile, and berelain’s conviction that rand and elayne will marry, safe to say they’ll suspect it too.

people who currently do not know elayne is pregnant with rand’s babies: rand

“he’s a good man, and i love him. what you have heard is exaggeration or bitter rumor.” “but he’s...elayne, a man who can channel, the dragon reborn!” “and still a man. just a man, for all that is demanded of him.” ❤️❤️❤️ then morgase says “i shall withhold judgment. though in a way i still feel that i should have thrown that boy in the palace dungeons the moment we found him skulking in the gardens.” jdkfjg

“morgase smiled. ‘you make me proud. you will be a wonderful queen.’ elayne had to force herself to stop beaming. her mother had never been free with compliments.” ❤️❤️

“the easiest way to deal with [the manetheren situation] would be to find [perrin] and execute him, but of course she wasn’t going to do that. even if reports had her fuming enough to almost wish that she could.” jkdjfg elayne!

“‘oh, and lini is safe. i don’t know if you’ve worried over her or not.’ ‘to be honest, i didn’t,’ elayne said, grimacing, feeling a spike of shame.” this is doing elayne dirty because i’m 99% sure i remember her having at least one thought about lini’s disappearance before where she thought that she’d probably died protecting morgase or something. so it wasn’t like elayne thought lini was MIA and had cause to worry, she just thought she was dead. also, lini is like 100 years old so it also wouldn’t be unreasonable for elayne to think she’d died of old age during the 2ish years elayne was gone from caemlyn lmao

“it seems that the collapse of dragonmount itself couldn’t harm lini.” goddamn right!!

back to avi! “rand caused so many problems. still, she loved him.” dhfjkgh aviendha summing up the WOT experience. “she loved him for his ignorance, in a way. it allowed him to learn. and she loved him for the foolish way he tried to protect those who did not want to be protected. most of all, she loved him for his desire to be strong.” unfortunate that sanderson makes most of the rand qualities that avi most loves the ones that have been proven to be problematic lmao (since post-epiphany he stopped trying to protect the maidens who don’t want to be protected and rethought his desire to be strong - here avi frames it as admiring his need to be the strongest warrior and be The Best, which is what rand’s come to see was the wrong way to go about things). but hey, at least avi DOES provide personality traits that she loves about rand, which is more than min’s ever done!

“the more she thought of it, the more she realized that she couldn’t go back to her old life. she had to be with rand. if he survived the last battle - and she intended to fight hard to make certain he did - he would still be a wetlander king. and then there was elayne. aviendha and she were going to be sister-wives, but elayne would never leave andor. would she expect rand to stay with her? would that mean aviendha would need to as well?” i feel my post-canon avirandlayne throuple raising their six (6) babies in caemlyn coming!!!!! also, hollering over the fact that min has absolutely NO place in aviendha’s visions of the future jkdjfgh she doesn’t mention her at all here! by god do we love to see it!!!! sometimes it feels like min is basically rand’s traveling source of sex while he and elayne and avi are busy saving the world and can’t spend time together, and elayne and avi are the ones he’ll settle down with and have a future with after the world’s been saved. rand/min may get all the screentime during the books, but avirandlayne throuple is endgame ❤️

aviendha questions whether going to rhuidean still has a purpose now that all aiel know its secrets, and has some interesting thoughts about the importance, and unimportance, of traditions. “it was strength to accept change when it could not be avoided.” “traditions should not be maintained just because they were traditions. strength was not strength if it had no purpose or direction.” a nice complement to all egwene’s musing about change and updating traditions a few chapters ago!

we get a chapter set at the black tower showing us what it’s like there. kinda interesting, but coming waaaay too late - our prior black tower chapters were mostly focused on the aes sedai bonded to asha’man, whereas this chapter is the first one where we really see asha’man with each other and get a sense of the camaraderie (and enmity) between them. and, of course, no black tower chapter could truly be fun unless rand is there! why has he never gone! in a series full of plotlines that had fantastic setup and then totally dropped the ball and wasted their potential, the black tower has to be one of the worst (i would say second only to the seanchan sul’dam channeling secret not being used to destabilize the empire).

most people at the black tower resent rand for abandoning them. absolutely fair! i once saw someone call rand the deadbeat dad of the black tower and i think about that all the time jkfjgh

perrin and faile go to meet with elayne. perrin asks if galad wants to come and he says “no, my meal with elayne was sufficient for us to catch up” lmao he saw his sister for the first time in ages and had one meal with her and went “that’s enough, i’m good now”

faile half expects to find rand in the caemlyn throne room. i fucking wish!!! “rand had set [the lion throne] aside and protected it, like a flower he intended to present to a future love.” i can’t decide if this is romantic or condescending. which is fairly par for the course with rand djfkg

faile tells us that elayne “was showing her pregnancy at the belly and through the chest” hey faile how do you remember elayne’s normal boob size well enough from your brief acquaintance in the stone of tear to know that they’ve been affected by pregnancy? faile also reports that elayne has “stunning beauty” and “a musical voice.” add faile to the list of women for whom elayne has caused gay thoughts.

as i predicted, faile wonders whether rand could be elayne’s babydaddy. everybody but rand knows!!!

elayne’s like “maybe i should just execute you” as a power move, tho ofc we readers know she would never actually do it. “i don’t think rand would think very highly of that move.” “i’m not beholden to him.” do you think elayne effectively utilized girl power by not caring what her boyfriend would think if she executed his best friend? hell yeah i do! jdkfjg (but again, we readers know she isn’t serious anyway)

some interesting negotiations here! tho i kinda feel like the overall vibe is trying to make elayne seem like a tyrant trying to quash a noble and righteous fight for independence. and morgase keeps intervening to tell her not to go too far and then proposes the solution of giving the two rivers to the dragon reborn, even though the whole issue about morgase returning was that she might overshadow elayne or seem to be the real power behind the throne! elayne should be the one thinking up the solutions!

and morgase is basically like “elayne you shouldn’t try to argue with perrin because he’s ta’veren so it’s useless going against what he wants” which is so annoying. i’ve seen Certain Readers take a stance of like “elayne sucks for trying to get perrin to submit to her when he’s ~more important~ than she is” he may be ta’veren but he’s a terrible leader and elayne has far more leadership experience and ability than he does! he absolutely is not ~more important~ than she is! the whole “should the girls be ta’veren or not” debate is like, on the one hand, i can see how it would be more empowering for the girls to gain all their authority and win all their victories purely on their own merits instead of due to ta’veren, but on the other, it results in a very frustrating real-life vibe of “woman who has worked at something for her entire life gets overridden by a man who just showed up” (same deal with perrin mansplaining TAR to egwene)

as for the actual issue of the two rivers, where do i stand on it? i don’t know. i don’t want the two rivers to be officially absorbed into andor, but i also don’t want them to get a permanent lordship, and since those are the only 2 choices, i guess i’d rather the former since elayne is demonstrably a much better and more experienced leader than perrin lmao tho i am fairly satisfied with the final compromise of the two rivers retaining autonomy with the excuse of being the dragon reborn’s seat in andor, stewardship of which he’s given to his dear friend. i still think the two rivers should just not have a lord and continue to be anarchist farmers but i've long since been forced to acknowledge that that’s not on the table.

and now faile brings saldaea, berelain mayene, and alliandre ghealdan into an alliance with elayne and andor (and cairhien) which is very good news in terms of creating a bulwark against the seanchan to one side and rand’s potential empire to the other!

elayne wants to arrange-marry one of her kids to one of perrin and faile’s but perrin refuses, and faile compromises by saying they could encourage the kids to go for each other without forcing it. i love the idea of rand’s and perrin’s kids marrying each other! wholesome! we’ve got elayne ruling andor and cairhien, her boyfriend ruling several other countries, her girlfriend as an aiel community leader, her boyfriend’s bff and his wife ruling the two rivers and saldaea, one sister-in-law ruling mayene, another sister-in-law as amyrlin seat, her bff and her husband ruling malkier......the whole continent’s leadership is just one big family and i love that for them.

and, actually, mat being the prince consort of seanchan COULD HAVE worked for The Geopolitical Family if only he were going to attempt to use his position for the good of randland rather than just becoming tuon’s yes-man

post-canon scenario where mat and his kid go to caemlyn to broker a marriage alliance with one of elayne’s kids and then mat ends up falling in love with elayne and rand (or reigniting his love for them which he’s tried to forget for all these years) and his kid’s like “what the hell dad we were supposed to be here for MY marriage” jfkg but the kid is aware that tuon is a terrible wife and mother and person so they play matchmaker for mat with rand and elayne (aided by the twins and aviendha) and then mat divorces tuon and he and his kid move to caemlyn permanently, the end!

anyway, elayne tells them that rand’s planning to break the seals and says “we’ll need to stop him, of course. foolish plan.” i swear that earlier in this very book she and nynaeve were BOTH telling egwene “oh that plan actually might work, i trust rand”???

went back to check: in the girls’ TAR meeting in chapter 14, elayne’s only response is “well, there are only three seals left, and they’re crumbling.” implying she doesn’t think it’s a terrible idea for rand to break them, since they’re already breaking anyway. nynaeve is more vocal in saying that if the seals are going to break, better for it to happen at a time when rand is there to battle the dark one, and then is kinda like “eh, MAYBE you’re right.......” when egwene argues. egwene notes that for both of them it’s “a more lukewarm reception” than she’d expected. so i AM gonna call retconning/ooc-ness on elayne suddenly saying that “of course” they need to stop rand from breaking the seals.

tuon pov and we see elaida (now a damane) showing the seanchan how to Travel and i am BROKEN i hate this!!!!!! (and once again, complete lack of acknowledgment from tuon that she herself can channel even as she’s watching channeling occur and you’d think her thoughts would naturally go in this direction even if she tried not to let them)

we have tuon saying that rand will serve the crystal throne, that ALL marath’damane must be leashed, and that she’s going to send soldiers via gateway into the white tower to destroy it once and for all and enslave everyone there. and then we immediately switch over to perrin pov where they’re talking about tuon: “‘i’d like to meet her,’ perrin said. ‘she’s something interesting,’ thom replied. ‘interesting,’ mat said. ‘yeah.’ he looked wistful.” LIKE????? genuinely, what the hell am i supposed to make of this??? what does the narrative want me to feel here about tuon and mat’s feelings for her??? tuon’s pov feels pretty unambiguously Villain Making Evil Plots, so then by having mat pine over her IMMEDIATELY AFTER the reader’s heard her plans to enslave all his friends - the only possible interpretations are that either mat is a brainwashed idiot or that he’s a heartless asshole and a traitor (and to some extent the same applies to thom and kiiiinda perrin, tho at least perrin has the excuse of not actually knowing much about tuon as a person beyond what lovesick lies mat might have told him). i don’t think the narrative can possibly be trying to achieve anything other than one of those two things, or if it is, it’s failing miserably lmao

it’s so funny to me that people complain that sanderson “ruined” tuon. like nah fam she was always exactly like this, the only difference is that now she has a much bigger power base she can use to commit atrocities than she did in rj’s books.

anyway, back to the boys. if we ignore the tuon portion of the conversation, it IS so wonderful to see perrin, mat, and thom sitting together and sharing all their stories and their future plans and just communicating and telling each other things ❤️ “[perrin] hadn’t realized how much he’d missed sitting with friends to spend the evening chatting.” this is the first time in so long that perrin’s been around a friend that isn’t his wife or his subordinate! except elyas and hopper i guess.

the return of mat’s letter from verin, tho he still hasn’t opened it. i should note that in a previous chapter galad was mentioned as having a red-sealed letter that he was frowning about - verin issued him his invite to the cauthor wedding she’s setting up. in all seriousness, i’m dyyyying to know what these letters are all about! the mesaana mystery was a letdown, so this one better not be! (update from the end of the book: i wish i’d never found out what the letter was about lmao but we’ll get to that at the end of the post)

mat asks if perrin has heard from verin and says he hopes she’s all right 🥺

but then mat proceeds to be a total dick, saying “blown up anyone interesting lately?” to grady and then, when grady says that faile wants perrin to come home because it’s getting late, saying “see, this is why i left my wife in another kingdom.” fuck off mat!! my pre-COT mat, who hates war and is sensitive to its traumas and who genuinely enjoys the company of women whether as friends or as romantic partners, would never. his wife comment fuels my theory that the narrative was trying to break mat down to squeeze him into the “i hate my wife she never lets me have fun” type of Toxically Heteronormative Husband Mold (an attitude which he started showing very strongly in COT and even WH, so sanderson isn’t entirely to blame. and he did have that attitude in earlier books too, but it felt less.......maliciously misogynistic before WH, somehow.)

perrin gets in some good roasts of mat: “you’ve changed for the better, my friend.” “from you, i’ll try to accept that as a compliment. it will be difficult.” and then “how are you going to protect yourself?” “with my wits.” “planning to find some of those, then? about time.” sanderson!perrin is so sassy i love it jkfjg (tho rj!perrin did have his moments, most iconically, “mat, you’re scared that rand will blow up everything but his own bed while he’s sleeping? then why don’t you snuggle up to him in his bed”)

and mat tells perrin that moiraine is alive and shares his plan to rescue her! communication! we love to see it!

and now we get to aviendha’s rhuidean visions of the future, and let me tell you, i barely had it in me to recap the chapters before that bc i read them all in one chunk and by the time i finished aviendha’s chapters i was absolutely broken. i was planning to finish off the whole book today (sunday at the time of writing this), but once i got to the end of this part i had to put it down and do something else because i felt too devastated and hopeless to go on!

so, we learn that in the future, the seanchan will hunt the aiel to the point that they become starving scavengers on the brink of extinction, and also that the seanchan will gain total control of every country in the wetlands. my growing worst fear has been that if randland doesn’t destabilize the empire now and boot them out of the continent, then it will never happen and seanchan will take over the known world in the next age, and lo and behold, that’s exactly what will happen!!!

or at least, that’s POSSIBLY what will happen. aviendha feels convinced that “what she had experienced was not simply one of many possibilities [unlike the visions in the rings]. what she had seen would occur.” but i refuse to believe this!!! because a) it would make the entire series feel pointless and hopeless and b) there was a mention in one of the visions that the dragon knelt to the seanchan empress, and i KNOW that won’t happen okay!! i know it won’t!! i know it!!!!!

in addition, there seems to be a theme that the reason the war happened was because the aiel encouraged the wetlander rulers to break the peace treaty with the seanchan and attack them, and then the seanchan wiped out all rebellion and completely took over all the lands instead of coexisting with them. so i’m thinking that this future can be prevented if everybody agrees to let the seanchan keep the lands they’ve taken and live peacefully with them instead of trying to drive them back across the ocean................which i absolutely hate!!!!! you set up this horrible evil empire who invades our characters’ homeland, and you expect me to just be okay with them getting to keep what they stole at the end of the story???? sadly realistic, yes, but narratively unsatisfying! i want to see the imperialist villains be soundly defeated when i read stories! and the “well life is actually better in the lands the seanchan have taken over” narrative is such a retcon because if you think back to falme in TGH, the atmosphere was one of terror, everybody was so scared and downtrodden even if they weren’t getting enslaved and were being permitted to continue their lives relatively uninterrupted. if you read that book and immediately found out “this is going to be the new normal and the seanchan will never get kicked out again,” it would be horrifying and so depressing. i almost feel like rj realized he’d made the seanchan empire too OP as an antagonist and that it would be impossible for the westlands to defeat them fully, especially with the last battle also coming, and then in the second half of the series tried to make them seem not so bad so that he could get away with not kicking them to the curb altogether (but, of course, there’s the fact that they had a HUGE weakness in the sul’dam secret and rj deliberately chose not to make use of that, so idk). actually, now that i say that, i think both theories are true: rj realized that the seanchan empire was Too Big To Fail until the last battle had been dealt with, hence he dropped the sul’dam secret for the time being, intending to punt the ultimate defeat of the seanchan off to outriggers when there would be more space for it since the last battle is over and the shadow is defeated. and since he didn’t leave notes about outriggers or how the seanchan would be ultimately defeated, sanderson had no choice but to follow his main series notes wherein the seanchan are left alone.

small details from the vision: rhuarc’s son said that rhuarc found the previous seanchan empress (tuon) “a woman of honor” LMAO that’s a joke, but the good news is that by 17 years after the last battle, tuon’s rule has been over for “many years” so i’m thinking she doesn’t live too long post canon, at least in this version of the timeline. and rhuarc’s son says that an understanding was nearly reached with tuon, which again makes me predict that this future will be avoided by coming to an agreement and all holding hands with tuon, who is extremely dishonorable and unreasonable and evil.

also, aviendha and rand’s daughter asks rhuarc’s son about rand, and it seems she never met him. which means either rand will die, which i know from spoilers isn’t true, or rand will become a deadbeat dad to his own kids in addition to the black tower, which i now worry might become true. or it could also be that rand did die in this Worst Future but won’t in the Better But Still Depressing Future. i hope that’s the case, because rand “my biggest dream is to live on a little farm with my baby daughter” al’thor becoming a deadbeat dad would almost be as depressing as the seanchan taking over everything!

finally, there’s hostility between aviendha’s and elayne’s granddaughters, and even in the generation before that avi’s kids are living exclusively among aiel and don’t seem to have any connection to elayne’s kids. so maybe avirandlayne throuple raising their six (6) babies together in caemlyn can also help avert the Worst Future!

i will say it’s kinda funny that aviendha’s so hopeless about thinking her blood descendants will doom the aiel and maybe there’s nothing she can do about it - girl the obvious solution here is just don’t have kids with rand jfgkj it would be one thing if she was already pregnant, but she isn’t. so just don’t let rand fuck you again and you’ll be good! i mean, i wouldn’t normally advocate for making family planning decisions based solely on prophetic visions of questionable inevitability, but in this case!

me in a greek tragedy: surely if i just leave my baby on this mountaintop then he’ll die and won’t be able to someday marry me and kill his dad

“if i can’t [change that future], she thought, will that stop me from trying? the answer was simple. no. she could not live without doing something to avert that fate...aiel took responsibility. aiel fought. aiel stood for honor. if she was the only one who knew the terrors of their future, then it was her duty - as a wise one - to act. she would save her people.” ❤️❤️❤️ also, wow, POLAR opposite of min constantly going “wow i foresaw so many deaths and atrocities, but i’m not even going to try to do anything about it because it’s unchangeable”

okay, several days have passed (in real life) and i am now calm enough to keep reading. elayne prepares to meet with cairhienin nobles and wears a dress whose neckline is “high enough to be modest, but low enough to remind all that elayne was a woman” and here we have what i do believe is the very first example of elayne actually consciously attempting to weaponize her attractiveness, despite mat’s and aviendha’s hornily annoyed claims that she does it all the time (actually, this is the second. the first was in TDR when egwene and nynaeve’s whole plan to get mat to agree to help them was just to have elayne smile at him. and it almost worked!)

elayne pulls some clever maneuvers to gain herself the sun throne AND deal with elenia & co at the same time! my beloved! “better to choose your enemies than remain in ignorance.” yeah!!

of course, birgitte’s only response to this clever maneuvering is to be all “bUT NoW yOu’LL bE iN DaNGeR” she is an active hindrance to Elayne Accomplishing Hot Girl Shit at this point (or would be if elayne ever listened to her fussing, which she thankfully does not) she’s a fucking queen of two countries birgitte how do you think it’s even remotely possible for her to avoid making enemies???

“i worry that [callandor] may be used against you.” “i suspect that it will. everything else in this world has been used against me.” rand is literally this tweet:

rand claims that he’s been unable to Travel to the black tower, which “implies great trouble” (so i think he did FOR ONCE try to Travel there and was blocked from doing so). he sends naeff to go check on the situation there. “problems...so many problems that need fixing. and only one of me.” my brother in the light for books 10-11 you sat around doing nothing but have sex with min for WEEKS! you could’ve dealt with this problem then! even when logain showed up during that timeframe and was like “hey things are getting bad there you should go check it out” you were like “i can’t read suddenly i don’t know” and continued to sit around waiting for bashere to come back with word about the seanchan alliance and having sex with min!

“tell them that i was wrong. tell them that we’re not weapons. we’re men.” ❤️❤️ i really hope we get to see more rand & asha’man bonding in the show (which has already done more to show Warders As Community than the books ever did and is also much better at and more committed to fleshing out interpersonal connections in general)

“are you ever going to give up that affectation, cadsuane sedai? calling me boy? i no longer mind, though it does feel odd. i was four hundred years old on the day i died during the age of legends. i suspect that would make you my junior by several decades at the least. i show you respect. perhaps it would be appropriate for you to return it. if you wish, you may call me rand sedai. i am, so far as i know, the only male aes sedai still alive who was properly raised but who never turned to the shadow.” GET HER ASS

“when rand spoke like that, it troubled min more than she wanted to admit.” rand’s whole goddamn arc has been about learning to accept that he is lews therin and lews therin is him, and min just has completely no understanding whatsoever of any of that. but as we know, she’s the only one who truly knows and understands him and reminds him of who he is! i do love the implication that rand didn’t share any of his dragonmount epiphany with min or let her in on the majority of his thoughts and feelings on this topic <3

small min/rand thing that annoys me: rand is CONSTANTLY taking min by the arm to walk places and helping her stand from chairs and stuff. she’s an adult! she is capable of standing and walking on her own! they are that nauseating couple that insists on holding hands to show everybody that they’re a couple even when they are only walking a distance of 5 feet.

rand says that he turned out better than lews therin because he was raised better and that if rand had been the same now as he was in the AOL then the dark one would’ve broken him successfully. and show haters complained about the show doing lews therin dirty by calling him arrogant, when that’s book canon!

“it’s because of tam, because of the people around me. you, perrin, nynaeve, mat, aviendha, elayne, moiraine.” if i just replace “tam” with “my dad,” take min out of the list, bump perrin down lower on it, and add egwene, this would be a perfect sentence. honestly the fucking RUDENESS to not include egwene!!!! what the fuck rand/sanderson!!!! i know you guys haven’t been as close lately but a) you saw egwene super recently and seemed quite affectionate towards her (saying you expected nothing less from her than being one of the greatest amyrlins of all time) even though you two disagree about the seals and b) to list all but ONE of the other emond’s fielders! it’s so rude!

also, i always said this earlier in the series but it frustrates me immensely that rand gets so cut off from the majority of his loved ones and we don’t get to see them taking turns being there for him. he lists out so many loved ones who’ve helped him be a good person, but there’s so little textual evidence to support it because most of them haven’t seen him in like 6 books and were not around during the lowest points of his downward spiral. the show seems very committed to The Power Of Friendship so i hope that this will be rectified there! i want to see ALL rand’s friends and loved ones being there to support him in his moments of need! my #1 way to do this is making dumai’s wells a full cast event. i’ll riot if that’s not a Series Linchpin Moment that all the major characters show up for (and it could jumpstart and make more concrete the egwene vs. rand conflict over aes sedai by having her witness him making aes sedai kneel to him and being upset and then arguing with him about it)

but let’s take a moment to celebrate rand acknowledging that elayne and avi exist and are important to him!!!! and mat too!!!

“so. cadsuane called rand by name, instead of naming him ‘boy.’ it seemed a victory, and it made min smile.” that’s rich, min, seeing as at every turn you’ve enabled cadsuane’s belittling of rand and agreed with her that he’s foolish and needs minding.

min: “he likely meant that you should get me away. knowing him, he’s more worried about me than himself. blasted fool.” i mean, rand is the most magically powerful person in the world and can singlehandedly decimate an entire HUGE trolloc army while you have zero (0) combat skills and have been an active hindrance to him in every combat situation you’ve ever followed him into, sooooooooooooooo

“[the maidens] stepped up beside rand. as usual, they assumed that commands to stay back didn’t include them.” I’M. JSKDJFG. MIN. ARE YOU. FUCKINGJHFKJH. ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME WITH THIS. remember that time when rand’s hand got blown off because YOU assumed that commands to stay back didn’t include you? remember that time when- no actually i don’t have time to go through a whole montage of “times min assumed commands to stay back didn’t include her” because it would fill up a whole WOT-length book. suffice it to say that my jaw literally dropped reading this line and i almost screamed aloud lmao the lack of self-awareness is absolutely UNREAL!!!!!! and of course we’ve got to point out that the maidens are actually CAPABLE of offering rand protection (and of protecting themselves) unlike min, so there is little to no issue with THEM walking headfirst into potential danger.

once again, min yells at people for trying to make rand take responsibility for problems that he caused (tho granted the borderland rulers aren’t really fair to blame him for ALL the chaos in the world, and slapping him so hard that his mouth gets bloody is a BIT dramatic. but still.)

“he’s changed, cadsuane told herself. you’re just going to have to accept that. not that he didn’t need her anymore.” name ONE time when rand has needed you. okay fine far madding when he was in jail. name TWO times when rand has needed you. you can’t! it just makes me completely insane that half the series was spent building up to cadsuane being crucial to rand and teaching him something important and then that literally never happened. cadsuane was involved in rand learning to laugh and cry again only in the most indirect and tangential way possible, and even that was only because she was so unhelpful and untrustworthy and bad at being his advisor that rand flew into enough of a rage to almost kill his own father when he found out cadsuane had sent him. the narrative tells me over and over how important cadsuane is but you could take her out of the entire story and very little would change (same with min, while we’re on the subject).

me when a coworker asks what my weekend plans are: tomorrow, i meet with the monarchs of the world. after that, i am going to go to shayol ghul and break the remaining seals on the dark one’s prison. good day.

“well, the boy certainly had picked up an understanding of the dramatic.” jdfkjg cadsuane can have one (1) right for this

okay so the last battle is starting in 2 days??? goddamn!!!!! perrin i’m sorry i made fun of you in the last post for thinking the last battle was starting Right Now.

the whole series: is building towards the last battle me in the last 100 pages of the penultimate book finding out that the last battle is about to start: surprised pikachu

to be fair, for a long ass time in the middle of the series it felt like we were just going to meander around and never actually get to the last battle jkfgj

“could you send for someone on my behalf? there is a man in your army named hurin. i would like to apologize to him.” 🥺🥺🥺 rand’s relationship with hurin is more emotionally impactful than his relationship with min change my mind

elayne to birgitte: “you don’t like anything, lately. i swear, you’re becoming more irritable by the day.” and “there’s no way to do this and remain safe, not unless i want to hide in my palace and send my troops in. that would only lead to rebellion in cairhien and potential collapse in andor. i’m queen now, birgitte. you’re not going to be able to keep me from danger, no more than you could keep a lone soldier safe on the battlefield.” THANK YOU!!!!

"‘why do you keep looking in that direction?’ ‘rand,’ elayne said, feeling that warmth again, pulsing from the knot of emotions in her mind. ‘he’s getting ready for something. he feels troubled. and peaceful at the same time.’” ❤️❤️

i was about to say that it’s annoying how in this book we got so much of elayne and avi thinking about rand and none of rand thinking about either of them, but then i remembered we haven’t gotten any actual rand pov the whole time and we’ve only ever seen him in the pov of min, who never acknowledges that he has 2 other partners unless they are physically standing right in front of her and forcing her to, so.

“egwene was right; breaking the seals would be foolish. but rand would see reason.” again, this is a straight up contrast to elayne’s initial reaction to the seal-breaking plan, and to my memory (it took me so long to read this book that i very well could be forgetting a scene lmao) she did not have any moment in between where she sat down and thought about it some more and decided she did agree with egwene after all. but of course, since breaking the seals is the correct thing to do, we’ve got to have the men (rand, perrin) and the Good, Men-Supporting Women (min, nynaeve) approve of it and the Bad, Men-Opposing Women (egwene, elayne, faile) disapprove 🙄 (*i* have no issue with elayne disagreeing with rand’s plan, or with anyone else disagreeing, but you KNOW this is how Certain Segments of the fandom see this whole thing)

“[the sun palace] was a grand building, despite the broken wing where the attempt on rand’s life had taken place.” elayne knows about something that happened to rand while they were apart!!!!!! praise the light!!!!

it is absolutely wild how a whole COUNTRY passes from rand’s hands to elayne’s and yet the two of them never once meet up to talk about any of this. i’ll choose to interpret it as they’re so similar and in sync that they don’t need to talk to each other to come up with a successful plan 😌 but like come on. “had rand thought that it would be as easy as that to give her the throne?” yeah, it sure would be nice and helpful for elayne to know what rand thinks about the plan to get her on the throne!

birgitte stops elayne from sitting on the throne (physically taking a seat on it, that is) and elayne rolls her eyes and thinks she’s overreacting, and then birgitte finds a poisoned needle hiding in the cushions, so once again the narrative rewards birgitte’s overprotectiveness and makes elayne out to be unobservant and naive and reckless 🙄

“not very comfortable. i would have expected a monarch’s throne to be more cushioned, what with your delicate backside and all.” i feel like birgitte’s banter/jabs at elayne have become much more mean-spirited than they used to be, but maybe going the whole last book without the characters and their dynamic just made me forget what they were like? but i don’t really remember birgitte being all that anti-noble in rj’s books, but she most definitely has been this book. half the things out of her mouth could’ve come from mat, and you would think that after all this time shadowing elayne she would have a PRETTY GOOD understanding that being a queen isn’t all fun and games!

elayne keeps having internal Moral Objections about daes dae’mar and cairhienin plotting, and they jar me for a second every time because i’ve been living in my sun queen raised on daes dae’mar elayne damodred au fic all week jfkgj

and so elayne officially has cairhien! that was super fast. love and light to sanderson for managing to finish up in 3 books what would’ve taken rj like 10 more, but i would’ve loved to see rj’s multi-book take on elayne playing daes dae’mar.

“the scarf [mat] had chosen this time was red. in memory of tylin and the others who had fallen to the gholam. for a short time, he had been tempted to choose pink. a very short time.” 🤮🤮 i’m sure i said this during my ACOS and WH posting, but it is truly unbelievable how rj managed to set up mat being trapped by tylin as a bona fide horror story with his trauma and misery so real and palpable and heartbreaking, and then undercut it at the end with “oh but he actually loves the sex haha” like what happened there? did you not read what YOU wrote? (i bring this up now bc sanderson is most definitely just continuing the trend that rj started with mat thinking of tylin so fondly afterwards when at the time he was extremely traumatized and hated every second of being around her)

“a few papers he had been able to wiggle out of her royal majesty, spy reports he had wanted to look over” ummmm how exactly did you wiggle these papers out of elayne, mat?? 👀👀👀👀

“so tuon really had crowned herself, or whatever it was the seanchan did to name a new leader. that made him smile.” mat going “omg i’m so happy my evil wife is now the empress of the empire who invaded my homeland and wants to enslave my friends and against whom i was leading military campaigns just a short time ago” read the fucking ROOM man good god

“light, but they did not know what they were in for! they probably thought they did. but she would surprise them, sure as the sky was blue. or, well, it had been gray lately.” i was about to go “hey um how exactly is tuon, the most seanchan seanchan to ever seanchan, going to surprise the seanchan with her manner of ruling” but then the "sure as the sky is blue! except, it’s actually gray” makes me hope that the narrative is somewhat attempting to tell me that mat IS clowning here lmao

“he found some pages with news about rand, too, most of it unspecific or untrustworthy. blasted colors. rand was sitting around and talking with some people in a tent. perhaps he was in arad doman, but he could not be both there and fighting in the borderlands, now could he?” mat is so anxious to know where his boyfriend is! “he turned over the reports on rand quickly. he hated having to banish those flaming colors over and over again. at least rand was wearing clothes this time.” interesting how mat says he hates HAVING to BANISH the colors, not that he hates having the colors in the first place 👀 @essie007’s interpretation of queer mat being punished for queerness by tylin and tuon traumatizing him and forcing him into the mold of a proper heterosexual husband and him thus being cut off from rand and suppressing his early-series affection and feelings for him is so real actually. i will note that mat spends quite a bit more time thinking about the rand-related spy reports than the tuon-related ones 👀

“is it true that you know the queen?” “elayne’s a nice enough girl. pretty thing, that’s for certain.” i am going to ignore the condescending tone of that reply and instead celebrate that mat has openly admitted aloud that he thinks elayne is nice and pretty!!!

“i received a letter from joline today...she didn’t ask for anything. she merely wanted to send word that they had arrived safely in tar valon.” “you must have read it wrong.” “joline sedai respects you, master cauthon. she often spoke highly of you, and the way that you rescued not only her, but the other two. she asked after you in the letter.” wow. the post-WH mat that joline knew does NOT deserve that from her! yet another example of a female character coming to repent of her Mean behavior towards mat while he is not required to do the same (all he says is that he ALMOST feels bad for the blue mouth prank and that you wouldn’t have known she felt that way about him because she was always so Mean to him and that she’s aes sedai and thus “treats everyone like they’re mud to be scraped off her boots” and then hastily pulls a classic WOT non-channeling man “oh but YOU’RE not like that” when setalle gets offended)

setalle asks mat why he hates aes sedai and he makes it all about “women be bossing men around” (with a smattering of “ugh nobles”) rather than the fact that he’s scared of the Power and of being used and leashed, which USED to be the reason he hated aes sedai, pre-COT.

“people like elayne made up rules to suit them. people like mat found ways to get around the stupid rules.” mat doing elayne so dirty here 🙄 as IF she did not JUMP at the chance to commit crimes the second she was let loose on an unsupervised cross-continental roadtrip! as soon as they ran low on money elayne’s first INSTINCT was “i am going to commit theft!” and nynaeve had to reel her in! pre-queen elayne’s entire MO was be bi do crimes!

pevara confirms that indeed, making gateways in or to the black tower has become impossible. people at the tower are also acting possessed and evil. something real weird’s going on there but there is only one book left in the series and i do not have it in me to care about a new plotline for minor characters unfolding at this late stage of the game, so whatever.

perrin thinks “light, let it be so” about moiraine being alive, awww! momraine!

perrin considers sending word to rand about moiraine (yes please do!) but then decides not to (dammit!) because it would be cruel to give rand hope before perrin knew for certain that moiraine was alive and out of the tower (fair enough) and also because it would be “an invitation for rand to meddle in mat’s mission” (there is nothing i want more than for rand to meddle in mat’s mission! i miss cauthor!)

confirmation that faile hates mat jdfkgj i would’ve liked to see the two of them actually interact (she intentionally misses mat’s sendoff here lmao)

and so we get to the Moiraine Rescue Heist!!!! i thought this was gonna be the main plot of the book and then it didn’t even begin until the last 50 pages lmao but nevertheless, it was wonderful! i loved it! no notes!

no, SOME notes, of course. “well, if [the eelfinn] dared stand between him and moiraine, then they would see what he could do with their gift [the ashandarei]. burn him, but they would.” 🥺

on the one hand, mat knowing that he has magical luck powers and taking advantage of them is a plan in and of itself. on the other, the fact that elayne gets criticized for recklessness after coming up with a very organized and well-thought-out plan for raiding the black ajah house while mat gets praised for going into the tower of ghenjei and literally going “i’m going to spin around and pick a corridor to follow at random” !!!!!

upon seeing moiraine: “mat felt a surge of emotions. worry, frustration, concern, awe. she was the one who had started this all. he had hated her at times. he also owed her his life. she was the first one who had meddled, yanking him this way and that. yet - looking back - he figured that she had been the most honest about it of anyone who had used him. unapologetic, unyielding. and selfless. she had dedicated everything to protecting three foolish boys, all ignorant of what the world would demand of them. she had determined to take them to safety. maybe train them a little, whether they wanted it or not. because they needed it. light, her motives seemed clear to him now. that did not make him any less angry with her, but it did make him grateful. burn her, but this was a confusing set of emotions! those bloody foxes - how dare they keep her like this!” 😭😭😭❤️❤️❤️ i had to quote this whole long thing in full because it is so much!!!! momraine!!!!!!

and mat gives up his eye to save moiraine!!! this scene is so intense!!!! to all of you who fret about me knowing too many spoilers jkfgj it doesn’t make the reading experience less good, because i knew mat would rescue moiraine and i knew he would lose his eye doing it but i didn’t know exactly HOW those things would happen and it was so exciting to finally read the scene in full!!

sometimes i like thinking about what chapter titles would be episode titles in the show - “the light of the world” 100% would be (the only other one i can remember off the top of my head thinking “oh yeah this’ll definitely be an episode title” is “people of the dragon” from i think TDR, but i know there have been others along the way. if you guys have chapter title episode title predictions drop them in the replies!)

me when noal dies: oh no! anyway

lmao sorry noal, you did go out like a hero but you simply were introduced far too late in the series for me to become at all invested in you. i would be fairly surprised if noal makes the show, so i was thinking maybe birgitte could be the third person - it would make sense since she’s knowledgeable about the tower (or at least more than anyone else is) and if she sacrificed herself here it would have the similar vibe of “hero of legend goes out like a legend” and her death would have WAY more impact on the audience (and mat) than Random Old Guy Who’s Just Kinda Been There In The Background’s would. and then they could have a reaction shot of elayne elsewhere in the world feeling birgitte’s death, it would be gutwrenching!

“noal would die with honor. once, mat would have thought that kind of thinking foolish - what good was honor if you were dead? but he had too many memories of soldiers, had spent too much time with men who fought and bled for that honor, to discredit such notions now.” mat showing positive character development? in MY post-WH book? it’s more likely than you think!

“light, but [moiraine’s] voice took mat back. to other times. ages ago.” i want to go back to those times too 😭😭 and then she calls him “dear matrim” 🥺 momraine!!

“mat listened, memories blossoming in his mind. thom’s voice carried him to days long ago. days in his own memories, days of the memories of others. days when he had died, days when he had lived, days when he had fought and when he had won.” this is so similar to rand’s montage of lives and loves on dragonmount 🥺🥺

and then mat realizes he can cut through the tower with his ashandarei, which does make noal’s sacrifice feel kinda pointless lmao if mat had realized this a few pages earlier they all would’ve made it out just fine!

we catch up briefly with gawene my beloveds (i have decided to give them a ship name myself since nobody else likes them together). they’re at merrilor, where perrin arrived earlier, and elayne arrives now and rand soon afterwards! the gang’s ALMOST all together! mat and aviendha, get your asses over there stat!

gawyn sees morgase!!!! yes!!!!! “gawyn was on his knees there, before someone. an older woman with red-gold hair, standing beside a smiling elayne, who still sat her horse...egwene stood back, for now. once she stepped forward, elayne would have to kiss her ring and the entire procession would bow; that would spoil gawyn’s moment.” 😭😭❤️❤️ so happy i get my full trakand family reunion! (even if only a glimpse of it) and now egwene and rand are both here so morgase can meet her new children-in-law!

“suddenly [the clouds] split, the dark thunderheads pulling back. the sky became an open field of blue, a deep, pure expanse. elayne’s eyes opened wide, and she turned on her horse, looking at perrin’s section of camp. he’s come, then, egwene thought.” RANDLAYNE REUNION IS SO CLOSE I CAN TASTE IT AAAAAAHHH

“colors swirled. rand eating a meal with min. mat dispelled the image.” mat sees min/rand content and says no thank you! king shit. also, laughing that he now has a fresh reminder of their relationship, while knowing elayne is having rand’s babies, and still does not go “hmm wonder what’s going on there” or have any sort of thought about it. i’m a big fan of @butterflydm’s interpretation that mat can tell even from swirly color visions that min and rand’s relationship is just sex and not emotionally meaningful like rand and elayne’s is.

thom says, regarding rand’s cleansing of saidin, “mat keeps saying we should be having a festival or something to celebrate” proud boyfriend!!! 🥺🥺 while most other people are like “X doubt” that rand really cleansed saidin, mat not only believes but is advocating for festivals to celebrate!!

mat tells moiraine “rand’s been busy” and reports that he killed rahvin, proud boyfriend listing his boyfriend’s accomplishments to their mom!

“well, it was good to have her back. mat was surprised at how strongly he felt that. who would have thought it? affection for an aes sedai, from him?” mat you have MULTIPLE close friends who are aes sedai, you know (i’m not sure post-WH mat DOES know that though)

moiraine says that “WE” need to seek out rand, yes moiraine instigate my cauthor reunion please!!!

“bloody colors. as if having one eye were not bad enough, he had those flaming visions bunching up his sight every time he so much as thought of ran- burn those visions! moiraine raised an eyebrow as he shook his head, then blushed. he probably looked like he was having a fit.”🚨🚨🚨THINKING ABOUT RAND MADE MAT BLUSH!!!!🚨🚨🚨 the “mat is physically incapable of not thinking about rand in a way perrin has never ever been” saga continues, and not only that but he BLUSHES!!! he is so flustered!! in this one book we have mat blushing because of elayne AND because of rand, delicious, finally some good fucking food!!!

moiraine and thom get together and i’m not even mad because a) i like both characters individually, so i’m like “this might as well happen.” if i must have a badly-written romance at least it’s between 2 characters i like rather than 1 i like + 1 who is an absolute dumpster fire trash person and does not deserve them (am i talking about tuon or min? yes.) and b) mat’s reactions are SENDING ME JDKFGKJH “what? what did you say?’” “i just - burn me! how did i miss this? i was with the two of you most of the time you were together! when did you become affectionate?” “well, you two have gone bloody insane, i see.” mat is speaking for all of us! i feel like this is definitely sanderson going “yeah, i know, rj did NOTHING to set up this romance, but it’s in his notes, so i have to make it happen” djfkgjh

“you should not spurn the warder bond so easily, mat. the blessings it provides will be of great use to men in these days.” STOP POURING SALT IN THE MAT-SHOULD-HAVE-BEEN-ELAYNE’S-WARDER WOUND like honestly was that rj’s original plan and then he scrapped it or something? because it is INSANE how often MAT SPECIFICALLY has been told that he would make a good warder and even been asked by multiple aes sedai to become their warder and even been mistaken for elayne’s warder.

mat says he won’t be bonded to a woman and thom points out that tuon “would be capable of channeling, should she decide to learn” it was a waste to make tuon a learner rather than someone who WILL end up channeling whether they like it or not, because now she can and will go through her whole life just choosing to ignore the fact that she can channel. although now that i say that i guess if she had the spark she would’ve been found out and made damane long ago, so that’s why she had to be only a learner, so scratch that. but the overall point, that tuon being able to ignore her channeling capabilities so easily is stupid and a waste, still stands.

“mat froze. bloody ashes. thom was right. but channeling would make her marath’damane. she would not do such a thing. he did not have to worry. did he?” not mat going “oh thank god my wife’s culture enslaves channelers, that means she’ll choose to never channel!” like jesus christ mat i don’t think that the fact that tuon can channel is the most troubling thing out of all the thoughts you just had.

“what would tuon think of a husband missing an eye?” this is the LEAST of the things you’ll have to worry about as tuon’s husband. “a husband who might not be able to defend himself?” oooh is mat subconsciously recognizing that tuon only values him for his battle skills and not for him as a person? he worries that if losing an eye makes him unable to fight, his value to her will decrease. yeah i think he’s probably given up on trying to make her love him at this point and instead is going for trying to make himself as useful to her as possible so that she won’t enslave him and/or make his life miserable.

shaidar haran kills(?) graendal? no, this can’t be how a bad bitch goes down! i said that in the last book too lmao we’ll see if this death(?) sticks or not.

olver opens verin’s letter to mat and FUCK FUCK FUCK NOOOOOOOOO i wish it really HAD been organizing a cauthor wedding, but instead it’s telling him to destroy the waygate in caemlyn bc shadowspawn will invade andor through there but he didn’t read the letter in time and now it’s too late and the invasion is already starting!!!! i’m devastated!!!! caemlyn is my HOME this can’t happen!!!!!

also, in olver pov we learn that he is obsessed with becoming a warrior (upon feeling grief for his parents: “he kept his lip stiff and did not let anyone know. warriors did not cry.”) and is also obsessed with hunting down the aiel who killed his parents and getting vengeance and is also obsessed with serving girls. yeah aviendha (or was it elayne?) was right to say that olver hanging out exclusively with soldiers was not good for him lmao can somebody please give this NINE-YEAR-OLD CHILD some age-appropriate interests and let him know that it’s okay for boys (and men) to cry?

finally a small snippet of rand pov! he’s dreaming but says that in the waking world “his body slept beside min in their new camp, surrounded by borderlanders, set up on the field of merrilor.” ARE YOU KIDDING ME rand is now in the same location as elayne, his other girlfriend whom he hasn’t seen in months, and STILL sharing min’s tent instead of hers??? why is he not jumping at the chance to finally get to snuggle with elayne after so many months apart!!! i just bet that it was because min wouldn’t let it happen lmao. after all, why would she allow her boyfriend to spend the night with his sidepiece when she, his ~Real Partner~, is right there? but for real, it is INSANE to expect me to believe that rand and elayne did not seek each other out IMMEDIATELY upon sensing that they were both in the same location, their reunion had better happen in chapter fucking ONE of AMOL if not the PROLOGUE i swear to god!!!!

“[lan] could still feel nynaeve, so wonderful, caring, and passionate in the back of his mind. he should have been pained to know that now she would suffer when he died, instead of another. however, that closeness to her - a final closeness, brought him strength.” “he sent a final, powerful sensation of love to nynaeve as he kicked mandarb into a gallop.” ❤️❤️

final thoughts: this book had some standout scenes (matlayne reunion, all the character reunions in general, gawyn vs. the assassins and egwene vs. mesaana, moiraine rescue heist) but overall was pretty meh for me. and especially underwhelming when compared to the incredible incredible final third of the previous book, but i WAS expecting a comedown from TGS since this book focuses on mat and perrin and that one on rand and egwene, who have FAR superior plotlines imo. and obviously any book that’s 40% perrin plotline will always be very low in my rankings djkfjg i would put this one.................maybe 3rd from the bottom after COT and KOD (those two not necessarily in that order)? but do not quote me on that, once i finish the whole series i gotta go back and ponder it a lot and decide my Official Rankings.

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@nomadmilk thank you sooooo much for the congrats gorg!! sorry its taken so long to write this, but welcome to bunny life!! hope u have a fantastic shift and enjoy ur time with hawks (he’s super popular at these things!!)

This is part of my Playboy Mansion event which is now closed.

Hawks x f!reader

Genre: smut

Warnings: 18+, consensual sex, mentions of alcohol, oral (male receiving), fingering, mentions of cum, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, car sex, daddy kink, praise kink, degradation.

Words: 2k

The party was in full swing. Everyone was chatting, laughing, dancing, generally having a great time. So why were you so bored? This is your latest in a long line of Playboy parties. They’re fun, of course they’re fun. That’s why so many people come to attend these things after all. It’s such an exclusive event, invite only and only those in the know get the special pink envelope in the post every time the function comes around. But it’s the same every time, it’s the same smiling, happy faces dancing and drinking every single time. You were bored.

You needed some excitement.

You got more than you bargained for when a trio of bunnies approached you. They cat walked over to you, one slightly in front of the others. These particular bunnies are a group of girls you haven’t really taken the time to get to know. You say hello in passing, but nothing more past that. They looked like they meant business, like they had something to tell you about.

“You do work here, yes?” the leader questioned you. You quirked an eyebrow. Was the outfit not enough of a giveaway? Or the fact you see her almost daily since you both live here. You just nodded, simply. Not sure you’d be able to keep your attitude in check if you actually spoke. “So why are you just sitting here? Work the room, get drinks for the guests.” she commanded. You scoffed.

“Sure.” you replied as you stood to your feet. Before you could get back to work, she grabbed you harshly by the wrist. “Let go of me.” you yelped as you attempted to free yourself from her hold.

“What’s wrong with your fucking face? This is a party. You have the best job in the world, seem a little happy about it.” she scolded as she got in your face. Just as you were about to use your free hand to slap her across her stupid smug face, a third party intervened and snatched her away from you.

“Behave little bunny.” he spoke. Her features instantly transformed from furious to flirtatious.

It was Keigo Takami. You’d seen him around before, but never spoke to him. You’d never been this close to him. Most of the bunnies had a soft spot for Keigo, and it wasn’t hard to see why. He was pretty. A pretty blonde stranger with a splash of mystery. What wasn’t to like? He was a big flirt too; you’d heard several stories exchanged of him from the other girls. He’d fucked quite a few of them, even though it was against the rules.

“Keigo!” she began excitedly, “nice to see you again baby… You wanna go somewhere?” she asked him. He looked over to you, but you paid him no mind. You picked up your cocktail tray and wandered off towards the bar.

“Not tonight.” he simply stated as he followed you.

He tapped your right shoulder and you immediately looked to see who it was, when you didn’t immediately see him you turned to your left to see him smiling. He clearly thought it was amusing, but you were in no mood. You gave him a half hearted smile as you reached the bar, you set your tray down and waited for the bar staff to fill it up with drinks for you to carry.

“Tough night?” Keigo questioned. You nodded.

“Apparently your girlfriend doesn’t like me too much.” you responded. He shook his head, immediately denying the accusing tone to your voice. Keigo doesn’t do girlfriends. Before he lets you pick up your serving tray, he rests his heavy hand on it preventing you from lifting.

“Apologies if this comes off a little forward or… you know… inappropriate,” he began, “but do you wanna come and take a breather in my car with me?”

You knew what he was doing. It wasn’t as smooth of a line as he thought it was. But he was staring into your eyes, you were staring back into the pretty pools of honey that were fixated on you. Your hand was on his as you had placed it there when you initially wanted your tray back. It was silly that you were even contemplating it, but the overwhelming adrenaline from the bitch bunny’s confrontation had your train of thought all over the place. You couldn’t think straight. You couldn’t think what a good and bad idea was. You just wanted some air, you wanted to be out of here. So, you held his gaze and parted your lips.

“Yes.”

☆ ☆ ☆

You left together, and no one seemed to notice. There were so many guests and a large selection of bunny girls, who would care if two people went missing? He opened the passenger side door for you. So chivalrous. You thought to yourself. When he began driving, he put a hand onto your headrest. His face was a little too close to yours as he reversed, he poked his tongue out as he was concentrating. You felt the blood fill your face, warming your cheeks from slight embarrassment. You did your best to turn away and regain your composure. The little act didn’t go unnoticed, Keigo looked at you and smiled.

“Are you nervous?” he queried.

“A little.” you confessed.

He began driving around the back of the mansion. There were so many acres to the yard, only a small fraction was used by the guests for these parties. But still, you’re fairly sure people aren’t meant to drive on the perfectly mowed grass.

“I don’t think you should be doing this.” you told him, but he didn’t stop. Plunging further and further into the darkness of the unlit field.

“Don’t worry babe, me and your boss go back.” he told you. The pet name making you dizzy.

The car came to a stop. Silence. You knew what was about to happen. He knew what was about to happen. But the tension in the air was immeasurable. It was a waiting game to see who’d make the first move. You could barely look in his direction. The tense atmosphere could be cut with a knife.

☆ ☆ ☆

“Good girl…” he cooed. Your throat accommodating seven inches of his fat veiny cock. Your eyes watered, but you didn’t care. His hand rested delicately on the crown of your head while you went at your own pace.

You sloshed your tongue around his erection, stimulating each vein as you bobbed up and down.

“Such a good fucking bunny, aren’t you? My little cock slut.” he praised.

You felt shame that you were just another bunny on his ever growing list of conquests, but in this moment with his cock head nudging your tonsils, you’re finding it difficult to care. When you lifted your head, he wrapped a fist around the base of his shaft and started jerking himself off. He forced your head back to his cock, you let him fill your wet cavern with his tip. You knew he was close, his moaning was like music to your ears.

“Hnng. – fuck – fucking hell sweetheart I’m gonna fucking cum.” he announced. You hummed approvingly. “Gonna take it all aren’t you? Take all of my fucking cum you – jesus fuck - you little slutty bunny, take daddy’s cum.” he pumped his cock a couple of more times before spilling into you with a needy high pitch whine. Thick white ropes filled into your mouth and you swallowed almost instantly.

“Thank you.” you smiled sweetly, showing him the lack of cum in your mouth. He was still heaving from his orgasm. There was a sheen layer of sweat clinging to his skin, little beads dripping down his forehead.

“Fuckin’ hell sweetheart.” he spoke, it sounded like more praise. Like he was impressed with you. The thought of making him proud went straight to your aching cunt. He took a few more moments to settle himself down and regain his composure. When his breathing steadied, he grabbed you by the wrist and pulled you onto his lap. He kissed you deeply while you positioned yourself to straddle him on the driver’s seat. He slowly unbuttoned the bottom of your corset, revealing your lacy black panties that resided underneath. He pushed them to the side and ran a single digit up the length of your slit. The feeling made you shudder and collapse your body onto his.

His cock was back to full mast, he used the tip head to explore your folds before plunging into you.

“Hnng… Daddy…” you mewled, earning a scoff from the blonde.

“You’re like that huh? A slut for daddy like that? Get yourself off,” he commanded, “Go on, get yourself off on daddy’s cock.”

You descended onto his length and he sat snugly at your cervix. You wrapped your arms around his neck to steady yourself. He pulled down the front of your corset, wanting to watch your tits bounce as you used him to get off. He used his tongue to dance over your left nipple and a free hand to roll your right one between his finger and thumb. The occasional pinch forcing you to clench around him. You were bouncing on him, taking him so well. He took a moment to look at your face, admiring the way your eyes scrunched and lips pouted as little ‘ooo’ sounds escaped.

“That’s it baby girl, just like that.” he smiled. The sweet pet name was enough incentive to make you pick up the pace. Raising higher and sinking lower on his fat cock, each vein hitting every sweet spot inside of you. You could feel the car rocking. But you didn’t care. No one would know, no one could see, no one could hear.

“D-daddy, oh! Oh daddy! Fuck!” you cried.

“Yeah babe, just like that. Juuuuust like that baby. Fuck you’re such a good slut for daddy aren’t you?” he told you. His fingers dug into the supple flesh of your hips, and you’re sure tomorrow they’ll turn into beautiful blue blooms to remind you of who you belonged to tonight. He started meeting your motions, thrusting up inside you and hitting deeper than you could by yourself.

“Hnng. Keigo! Gonna, gonna cum daddy!” you practically shouted, the feeling of the coil within you coming undone. He couldn’t respond, he had reached his peak for the second time and was soiling your insides. But you didn’t stop, he didn’t stop either. He wanted to fuck his seed further into you, his bruising thrusts were relentless.

“Good girl, you can do it. Doing such a good job f’me.” he told you.

Within seconds he felt your cunt clamp him in, he didn’t think he had anything more to give you but the feeling of your glorious snatch trapping him unravelled him once again. Depositing more of his load into your tight pussy. You collapsed on him once again, moaning into his ear as you came around his cock. You moved your body back slightly to look at him, kissing him deeply. Your tongue massaging his as you carried on panting into each other. You carried on warming his cock, but parted your bodies slightly so you could calm down. He looked down at where the two of you were connected and snickered.

“What a pretty little mess you made.” he commented. When you looked there was a mixture of his cum and your slick stuck to his trousers. You looked at him, innocently batting your lashes.

You had officially made the list of bunnies that Keigo had fucked. But you had a feeling you’d be on an even more exclusive list of bunnies that Keigo wants to fuck more than once.

I hope you enjoyed your shift as a playboy bunny!! Thanks so much for taking part in this event I hope this was worth the wait!! Mwah mwah xxx

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evilminji · 1 year ago

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God... imagine the "Dan" program...

"YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT IT'S LIKE!"

Ten thousand, teenage, mocking voices "YoU DoN't KnOw WhAt It'S LiiiiiKe~!" *rude monkey-like blowing raspberries harrasing and flinging of self-help books*

NOT HELPFUL guys! We TALKED about this! Let the reformed Dan's handled outreach! *Distant booing* (#listenhearyoulilshit)

Yeah... they get along greeeeeeat. :) it's... it's going SO WELL. The adult Danny's are DEFINITELY not missing the days when they could actually get drunk. Not at all! They are GOOD roll models! Ha ha..... (help them)

And you KNOW. You absolutely KNOW the second was like "hey, guuuuys? I don't think those ARE Danny's? I think they might have EATEN-" every head in the room snapped around and Kill Bill sirens started playing.

Guys please. They're mostly just fish! Stop waging fist fight wars against the hideous deep Zone... out-ish? Region? That'a way! Fish! They are part of the ecosystem! They eat dead realities!

But are some of them Danny eating EVIL? The collective Danny's interrogate.

Uuuuuuuuuuh, s-some of them probably ARE Danny's? Bet there are some hiveminds at least! That's pretty neat! :Y

.......

WAIT, GUYS, NO!

It's like the Green Lantern Core if they all shared approximately the same moral code and braincell. Juuuuust enough differences to hold each other in check and keep from going tyrannical or "my morality is the only RIGHT morality". And enough internal chaos to keep eternity interesting!

Every day is SOMEONE'S birthday! Bring a present. Have some cake. Grab a smoothie. And? Always somebody working on SOMETHING.

But also like? Imagine that's your coworker? Like JLA Dark?

This dude is both literally infinite, an army of himself, has "I know a guy" powers FOR HIMSELF, has a bone army, the standard powers of Danny Phantom... and the ONLY reason he's on your side? Is because It's The Right Thing To Do(tm). You are his friends.

He is A GOD.

But he's also? Not a threat or here to solve your every problem? Because... you are Just Some Dude: Reality Edition. This guy ONLY cares, is because it's HIS dirt, effectively. Earth gave birth to a God and now its YOUR job to... what? Employ him? Hope for the best? Take him out for pizza Tuesdays?

Him n Superman probably have a club. Matching "people get weird around us and we wish they would stop" club hoodies. You don't see OTHER heroes getting weird cults in the suburbs popping up to them!

Okay but... Many True King AU?

Think SpiderVerse. Think literally INFINITE Zone. Consider that Danny is probably not the ONLY Danny. But one of many. Consider... They Are King.

Yes, all of them.

They defeated Pariah. Yes, all of them. Did it happen all at the same Time? Yes. Somehow, by Clockwork's will most likely, it did. Were they working together? Aware if each other? Not in the slightest. They are just as shocked as you are.

But Danny is Danny.

Different lives, different species, different parents. All the same soul. Somehow found its way here. A great and terrible moment of Awe. A fixed moment in Creation. Like the Beginning and the End, he was simply? Unavoidable. Inevitable.

Danny.

Some of him are old men. Worn and weary, ground down by life. Some are far too young, confused but brave in a world too big for such small shoulders. There are scars amongst them. Terrible events and stories. But also hopeful ones. Heros. Good men, ready to take the burden.

Doesn't make the confusion any less, of course. When Danny meets... Danny? Who is not a clone. Who came through a portal in his parents basement. Who's exactly the same... except his house's street number is two off. Or is Danny's? Danny 1?

Wait! Why do YOU get to be 1?

Yeah, fair point. Pick a star name and get out your map. Time to figure out how many Danny's there are. And if any need help. But first! Where is YOUR portal? Mine is...*scribbling noises*

@hdgnj @the-witchhunter @mutable-manifestation @hypewinter

#dpxdc #dp x dc #dc x dp #dcxdp #danny phantom #dc x dp prompt #minji's writing

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12tardis · 5 years ago

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Empire Line (Part 2/3) Newt Scamander x Reader

Warnings: angst. Yeah loooooook I’m sorry…it’s been a rough year

Summary: Newt has been in love with you since your second year at Hogwarts. You have been in love with Newt for nearly as long. You’re both ridiculously oblivious and you think he has feelings for Tina. Will Newt set the record straight before he loses you for good? (Newt for present day Newt and other Newt in italics for future Newt)

Pairings: Newt Scamander x Reader, Reader x OC (super brief) A/N: This is part 2- and actually the first part I ever wrote of this story when I was feeling particularly angsty. Sorry Newt ☹

Title: Empire Line by The National – this band has saved my life honestly . Love u 5 sad dads

Taglist (I LOVE YALL): @auror-lovie @moonkissk7 @sagittarius-flowerchild @fishdonttouch @cal-ifornication @haileygarciasunshine @cherryobx @swiftspaperings @tillyreads

“Alistair’s moving to South America to research the flora and fauna over there.”

Newt only blinked back at you dumbly, so you spoke up again.

“I said I’d go with him.”

“Newt?” You called his name when he just stood there staring at you wordlessly.

He blinked a few times slowly and his eyes focused back on you, though he was still dazed “sorry what?”

“I said, I’m moving to South America. Alistair asked me to go with him. We leave in a month” You repeated yourself slowly, looking at Newt in concern when he still didn’t respond.

There was a ringing in Newt’s ears as he stood in front of you, gaping at you like a fish out of water. A month. You were leaving in a month.

“Newt,” you reached out towards him and Newt suddenly jumped into action, dodging your touch.

“Oh wow!...that’s great Y/N, I’m really happy for you.” He managed to muster up a fake bright smile and a believable tone despite the way his heart was threatening to shatter in his chest.

You raised your eyebrows in surprise at his enthusiastic response and you couldn’t help but feel a little put out that he was seemingly so excited for you to leave.“Thanks.” You paused “so what did you have to tell me?”

Newt managed to keep the smile plastered onto his face as he looked back at you “oh, just that the baby occamies finally hatched,” he said without missing a beat.

It wasn’t a complete lie because it was true- the occamies had hatched. It just wasn’t what he’d been meaning to tell you, but he knew now he’d lost his chance and he needed to remove himself before he completely crumbled in front of you.

So, he clapped his hands, causing you to startle slightly “right! I should get to bed now. I just wanted to tell you about the occamies. I’ll see you in the morning.” He spoke rapidly, not looking at you once before he was practically sprinting to his room and slamming the door behind him just as the first tear fell from his eyes.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

Several weeks had passed now and everything had continued on as usual between you and Newt.

It had been a little tense and awkward the day after you’d broken the news to Newt but when you’d wrapped him up in a tight hug the following night he couldn’t help but melt and realise he didn’t want to spend your last few weeks together moping around and avoiding you.

So he continued on treating you like he usually would, blissfully denying all knowledge of you leaving him at the end of the month.

You were due to leave in exactly one week now and Newt was in the kitchen fixing himself a cup of tea after breakfast. He felt his stomach drop when he noticed the empty spot on the window sill where you usually kept some of your framed photos on display. You had already started packing your possessions away slowly but surely.

He sighed sadly to himself as he stared at the window ledge, looking up when you appeared beside him, grasping his arm.

“Hey, I was thinking we could go for a picnic by the lake today? For old times sake.” You suggested with a soft smile.

Newt turned to face you, shaking his head with an apologetic smile “I’d love to but I’m meeting with the owner of Flourish and Blotts today about stocking my book.”

“Oh! No Newt that’s wonderful!” You gushed, smiling brightly at him and he only felt more miserable realising he only had a week left of seeing that smile.

“Oh, don’t look so down, we can just go tomorrow. Go and sell your book!” You grasped his shoulders, bouncing on your heels excitedly “you can tell me all about it when you get back.”

The pure excitement on your face managed to pull him from his sour mood and he soon found himself smiling back at you. “Okay picnic tomorrow,” he nodded, laying his hands over your arms as you were still gripping his shoulders.

The both of you stood there for a few moments in each other's arms, gazing back at one another. Newt was the first to look away, clearing his throat as he glanced down at his watch “I better go. I’ll be back before dinner.”

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Not much later he found himself wandering down Diagon Alley with his case in hand. He’d made good time, so he decided to stop in at some of the other shops in search of a farewell gift for you.

A set of earrings caught his eye and he was busy trying to see the price of them as his case began to rattle in his hand. He looked down just in time to see the unmistakable flurry of dark fur that was his Niffler, bolting across the street.

“Get back here!” Newt groaned, fixing the loose clasp on his case before he dashed after the creature, wondering what on earth had caught his attention over the jewellery store he’d just left behind.

He groaned again when he saw the Niffler scurrying into what appeared to be a tiny shop selling nothing but mirrors and he quickly followed after the creature.

“Merlin,” Newt breathed out when he was in the shop, feeling disoriented when he was standing in the middle of a room that held what must have been hundreds of mirrors in all different shapes and sizes along the walls.

He saw absolutely no sign of the Niffler, in fact there was absolutely no movement in the shop save for himself and the faint trail of what he assumed was incense swirling above his head.

“Ah you must be the Magizoologist, I‘ve been expecting you. A couple months late but nevertheless, welcome my boy.”

Newt spun around when he heard a rugged voice, tipping his head aside with furrowed brows when he saw a complete stranger standing before him. It was tall and slim elderly man with long, scraggly white hair and disarmingly blue eyes.

“I’m sorry?” Newt frowned as the man walked towards him. “I don’t believe we’ve met…” He trailed off and his eyes widened as the strange man grasped his face in his palms, inspecting him closely.

“...yet you seem to know me…”, Newt squeaked, standing stock still as the man continued to look him over. He knew he probably should have been running from the strange man, or at the very least should have felt some shred of concern or discomfort but the man had a strangely welcoming aura about him.

“Yes. Newton Artemis Fido Scamander!” The man suddenly burst out, causing Newt to flinch slightly “You may call me Janus, if you so wish. I will also respond to Mr.Galloglass, sometimes even Mr.G but let’s not get ahead of ourselves shall we?”, Mr. Galloglass said, patting Newt a few times on the cheek with a wry smile before he finally released him from his hold.

Mr. Galloglass swiftly turned away from Newt, his long tweed coat swishing behind him as he began inspecting a particular row of mirrors “I believe you’ve lost something yes? Your little echidna looking thing. Such cheeky little creatures those ones are. I suppose he’s not the reason you’re late to see me though,” the old man rambled on as he continued to inspect the mirrors.

Newt was still stood frozen on the spot as he stared at the eccentric old man, wondering what on earth he was rambling on about and how he knew who he was. He was about to ask him exactly that when Mr.Galloglass suddenly rushed over to him again.

He yanked Newt’s left hand into his own causing Newt to grunt in surprise. Galloglass lifted it close to his face and began inspecting his palm with wide eyes. “What on ear-“

“Ah! You’re at an Empire Line young man”, he exclaimed, looking up at Newt and then back down at his palm, raising his eyebrows “no correction! You’re on an Empire Line that is juuuuust about to split.”

Newt felt his frustration bubbling to the surface when Mr. Galloglass only made less and less sense but then something behind the man caught his eye. He let out a breath of realisation when he spotted the crystal ball that was sat atop the small table in the adjoining room.

“You’re a seer?” Newt cut in, looking back at the man quizzically.

“Like my father and grandfather before me,” Mr. Galloglass confirmed, thrusting Newt into the adjoining room without any warning until he stood in front of the biggest mirror in the entire shop. It was about a foot taller than Newt and it had a dark ornate frame.

“In you go!”, Mr. Oldridge pushed Newt towards the mirror but Newt resisted, looking back at the man in the murky reflection in utter confusion and mild alarm “what?!”

“You want to know what an Empire Line is and besides, that’s where your Niffler ran off to. You know what they say- there’s no time like the present!”

He cackled at his own joke and pushed Newt forward again with much more force this time and Newt staggered forward, trying to catch himself on the mirror instinctively and yelping when he only fell through the surface.

And as he fell through it the mirror he suddenly recalled the words of his brother.

“...You need to tell her before you have to watch her move on with someone who can never love her like you do...”

Newt gasped when he stumbled to his feet and he was miraculously standing by the doorway inside of a huge cathedral.

The first thing he noticed was the rows and rows of people packed into the stalls, his eyes then taking in the floral arrangements that sat on the end of each row.

It must be a wedding.

It was incredibly loud, he realised because the organ was blaring what must have been the processional. He fidgeted anxiously as he took in his surroundings and he only grew more confused when he spotted a rather grim looking Theseus standing in the front row of stalls by the altar of the church.

His brother's gaze seemed to be transfixed on the front of the church and Newt followed his line of sight, his eyes widening and jaw dropping when he saw HIMSELF standing at the front of the church dressed in a fancy suit.

What on earth was happening?

What did Galloglass mean by an Empire Line?

Was he seeing his future?

His eyes quickly scanned the line of people this other version of himself was standing beside, realising he didn’t recognise a single one of the groomsmen.

There was a complete stranger standing where the Groom would traditionally stand and Newt furrowed his brows. What was he doing at a strangers wedding?...he realised though that he did recognise a fair few of the guests sat on the same side as Theseus.

He spun around when the bridal party began to enter the cathedral and his eyes widened when he caught sight of Tina and Queenie all dressed up and walking gracefully down the carpeted aisle.

“Tina...Queenie!” he waved at the sisters, trying desperately to catch their attention and frowning when they didn’t notice him at all.

He recognised the next woman in the processional as Mona, your childhood friend followed by your sister and Newt began to notice the dread settling in his stomach.

He had a niggling feeling that no one could see or hear him in this strange reality he’d been tossed into and his suspicions were proven correct just a minute later.

Everything seemed to happen in slow motion as the guests all turned to face the entrance of the cathedral in anticipation.

He turned to face the doorway too, his ears ringing and his heart pounding when he saw you enter the church in a huge white gown. The veil you wore was completely obscuring your face but he knew it was you.

“Y/N”, he called out, reaching for you instinctively and only growing more distressed when his hand passed through your arm. You clearly couldn’t see him. No one could see or hear him and he felt tears well in his eyes as he watched you make your way down the aisle towards the unknown man.

The other Newt had a small smile plastered on his face but it didn’t meet his eyes as he watched you stop in front of the groom, letting the other man take your hands. It was clear to see that he was dying inside.

It was like his own personal hell. Everything was wrong.

Firstly, why were you getting married in a church? You weren’t religious and you’d always told him how you wanted to be married outdoors in a small garden ceremony.

Why were there white roses everywhere? You loved vibrant colours and despised roses.

The floral arrangements weren’t anything like you would usually choose and that dress was nothing like any dress you’d ever worn before.

You looked...out of place and he was certain it wasn’t just because it should have been him stood where the groom was. He had admittedly fantasised about what it might be like to marry you one day and this ceremony was clearly the polar opposite in every single respect.

Nothing made sense. You weren’t visibly brimming with joy like you would normally be when you were excited. Usually your excitement was infectious but here you looked like a robot. Even Tina and Queenie looked concerned standing beside you.

And the groom. Newt swallowed thickly as he took him in properly, his stomach churning at the smarmy and almost smug smile the man wore.

The ceremony carried on for what felt like hours and Newt resigned himself realising there was nothing he could do to stop it. Here he was just a fly on the wall. He had to look away when the groom tipped you back, planting a firm kiss on your lips and clutching you against himself as the guests applauded and the other groomsmen cheered.

The last thing he noticed was the look of utter defeat on the other Newt’s face before his surroundings rapidly changed.

He gasped when the room suddenly morphed around him and he was now standing inside a hospital room, seeing you looking tired and worn out in a hospital bed. You were clutching a tiny baby in your arms with the other Newt by your side, watching you in concern.

He watched as you looked up at the other Newt, taking his hand tiredly “thank you for being here...I don’t think I could have done this on my own”, you murmured. He watched this slightly older version of himself squeeze your hand and bend down to drop a kiss to the top of your head “I will always be here when you need me...but he really should have been here, Y/N.”

“Oh Newt, you know he’s on a business trip. It’s fine.” you said quietly, looking down at the baby in your arms as he watched the other Newt clench his jaw in response. He found himself mirroring the action.

Your husband wasn’t here with you for the birth of your baby?

What kind of man had you gone and married?

You looked so tired and sad and not at all like the Y/N, he knew and loved.

Newt was broken from his musings when a nurse entered the room and he took one last look at the look of sad resignation on your face before the room suddenly shifted around him again.

This time he was thrown into a chair at a large dining table and he blinked a few times, gripping the table to steady himself. Now he was sitting across from you and the other Newt watching as you poured him a cup of tea, a young toddler hugged to your side.

Some time had clearly passed because you were both a little older and he assumed the child in your arms was the same baby from just before. You were still breathtakingly beautiful but now you looked frail, the smile never quite reaching your eyes as you spoke with your friend over tea.

And he could tell from the way the other Newt was staring at you, hanging off your every word that he was still just as in love with you even though you’d married and started a family with someone else.

“Y/N, where is he? From your letters...it sounds like he’s always alway.”

You laughed bitterly and looked away from the other Newt, turning the wedding band on your finger shakily “He’s probably off screwing his assistant.”

Newt felt his blood run cold and he opened his mouth to talk before he realised that you couldn’t see him and the other Newt looked completely affronted as he set his tea cup down with too much force, shattering the saucer on the table.

“He’s cheating on you!?”, he asked, his voice high and strained as he quickly cleared up the mess he’d made, shooing you away when you tried to help. The last thing you needed was to cut your hand open trying to help him.

You watched him fumble around for a few moments before you quickly cast a mending charm on the broken porcelain, sitting back in your chair and shrugging. “Has been for years. Dozens of different women and he thinks I’m too stupid to know. I’ll never be enough for him.” you murmured, blinking back the tears in your eyes as you pressed a kiss to the top of your daughters head.

The other Newt took your hands in his own, looking at you in concern “Y/N you are more than enough. You deserve the world. You deserve someone loyal who will care for you and be there to support you no matter what”, he said passionately, pausing a moment before he murmured.

“Why do you stay with him?”

“Because I want what’s best for her,” you said without hesitation, nodding down at your daughter in your arms as you sniffled slightly “and I’m not getting any younger, Newt. At least he wants me.”

He watched as the other Newt opened his mouth to speak again but you continued talking and what you said next sent both Newt’s into shocked silence.

“You know I was in love with you for the longest time?”, you laughed self deprecatingly as you pulled your hands out of his “I dreamt about being Mrs. Scamander. I always thought you would make the most incredible husband and father.”

“Y/N”, the other Newt breathed, his eyes big and his lips parted but you shook your head before he could say anything more.

“Oh, how things change,” you murmured, wiping your eyes while you held your daughter tight against you in your other arm.

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The ringing returned in Newt’s ears as he was abruptly thrust out of the mirror and left sitting on the floor of the shop again. He stared down at his knees in shock as he felt Mr.Galloglass’ hands gripping his shoulders.

“You alright there, son?”, the man asked gruffly as he shook him slightly by the shoulders and Newt jumped to his feet quickly facing the man “I-yes I have to go! I must find the Niffler and leave immediately”, he said, searching around frantically.

He had to go to you.

But Mr. Galloglass grabbed his arm firmly, gesturing back at the mirror that was starting to ripple again “your creature is still in there. I sense the mirror’s not done with you yet my boy.” He murmured, his eyes glazing over with that faraway look again.

“You have more to see before you leave this place.”

The older man pushed Newt firmly towards the mirror again and Newt sucked in a deep breath, closing his eyes tightly as he stepped back through the mirror frame, praying he wasn’t faced with something as horrible again.

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This time as he stepped through the frame Tina’s words popped into his mind.

“You should make the most of all the precious time you have together. Our time is never promised.”

The words seemed rather ominous considering what he’d just seen in his previous venture but as his surroundings became clear he felt a false sense of relief just from the familiarity of it.

This time he found himself standing in his flat in London, facing another Newt again who was sitting at the small dining room table, talking with Pickett.

He seemed to be the same age here but the first thing Newt noticed about the apartment was that all of your belongings were gone. Every single one of your plants that were usually adorning every surface of the flat were gone and it made his chest hurt to think about it.

Did you end up going to South America? Was this his closest reality then?

He watched this other version of himself curiously, noticing how happy he looked as he leant on the table talking to the Bowtruckle who seemed to be just as excited “yes Pickett, she’ll be here tomorrow and we’ll go and meet her at the docks and...and bring her home,” the other Newt murmured, smiling back at Pickett who danced around excitedly.

“Maybe it’s about time I ask her to stay,” he whispered, resting his chin in his palm with a small smile.

Newt looked up from the pair when he heard knocking at the front door, moving towards it on instinct and pausing when he remembered that he was just an onlooker here.

The other Newt got to his feet slowly, his eyebrows drawn together, shaking his head in response to Pickett’s chirping “no she’s not supposed to be here yet...but yes I suppose she could surprise us”.

The idea of you surprising him with an early arrival had him quickly walking to the door with a bright smile. He yanked the door open half expecting it to be you.

“Theseus?”, he frowned, the smile dropping from his face completely when he saw the tears shining in his brother’s eyes and he stepped back when Theseus pushed him into the apartment.

Newt watched the scene before him, the sense of dread settling in his stomach once again. He’d never seen his brother cry before.

“T-Theseus what’s wrong?”, the other Newt stuttered, moving to the kitchen to fetch him a cup of tea and freezing when Theseus grabbed his wrist, shaking his head “Newt, sit down.”

“No tell me what’s wrong”, he said, gripping Theseus by the shoulders, watching as his brother blinked hard a few times, furiously rubbing at his eyes a moment later.

“Theseus talk to me.”

Silence.

And then.

“The ship Y/N was on went down last night. Rogue wave.”

Theseus was gutted himself because he loved you like a little sister after the years you’d spent gradually slotting yourself into the Scamander’s lives. But he was truly hurting for his little brother, knowing how this news would break him.

Newt slapped his hand to his mouth, shaking his head furiously as he paced around the apartment trying to see the portal out of this reality and back through the mirror as the other Newt gaped at his older brother, his face gone pale.

“No no no she...she had her wand. She would have found a way out!”

“Newt I’m sorry she didn’t m-‘

“No! She can swim and she’s smart- s—s-she can swim better than me” the other Newt stuttered, his voice cracking as he gripped the back of the chair for support, feeling his legs would give out any moment.

“She didn’t make it, Newt.” Theseus said firmly, wrapping his arms around his younger brother tightly and gripping the back of his head as the first sobs broke through the apartment.

Newt was starting to cry himself, finding it harder and harder to breathe as he listened to the guttural sobs coming from his other self. It felt like the room was closing in on him and his chest was starting to physically ache. He covered his ears and chanted.

“It’s not real. It’s not real. It’s not real,” he kept chanting like a mantra, reminding himself over and over that this was just another reality and that his Y/N was safe and sound at home. In your shared apartment.

He barely noticed the room had morphed around him again until it was quiet and he was standing in his now dark apartment, facing a very disheveled and clearly drunk Newt. There was rubbish littered everywhere and Newt noticed the discarded newspaper with a photo of you and himself on the front page. He skimmed the article, wiping his tears away.

MAGIZOOLOGIST SCAMANDER’s ASSISTANT TRAGICALLY DROWNS IN SHIPWRECK

So, you’d drowned after you’d dropped your wand trying to help a young muggle child onto a life raft. Newt felt his stomach twist at that because it was something you would do.

Why didn’t anyone save you?

He sat down at the table across from the other Newt, burying his face in his hands as he pleaded for the mirror to let him out of this hell scape.

He jumped a bit when Tina and Queenie suddenly appeared in front of him, both of them looking somber as they moved towards the other Newt.

Queenie gripped him by the shoulders gently while Tina pried the bottle of fire-whiskey from his hands

“Newt, honey you’ve got to stop this.”

Queenie practically pleaded, stroking his hair back. She had her own tears threatening to spill because she could hear all the pain and guilt he was feeling.

“It wasn’t your fault. You couldn’t have stopped it”, she whispered, jumping a bit when he slammed his hand down on the table in response.

“I COULD HAVE STOPPED IT!”, he shouted, his voice hoarse while Newt continued to sit there with his head pressed in his hands, vowing to never let you set foot on a ship without him.

“Newt, nothing can change it now! You need to accept it and move on”, Tina said firmly, pushing her sister aside as she stood in front of him, pulling him to his feet.

“Y/N is gone and she’s never coming back. You need to pull yourself together because you still have a whole case of creatures to care for. Theseus can’t keep taking care of them for you. That man is at his wits end. And Y/N wouldn’t want you moping around like this!”

Newt only looked up when Tina’s ranting finally stopped and he was met with silence. He was now completely alone sitting in front of your tombstone.

It was as if something inside him broke then and he found himself scrambling to his feet and shaking his head frantically when he noticed a bunch of your favourite flowers propped against the stone.

“No no no no no let me out I’ve had enough! Niffler!” He shouted, desperately looking for any way out of the mirror as he grew more and more hysterical.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

He let out a gasp, hunched over and gripping his knees when he was thrust back into the shop. “You!” He shouted, grabbing Mr. Galloglass by his collar.

“Why did you keep me in there so long?!” he practically growled, tears still flowing from his eyes. He felt completely wrecked as he held the man's collar tightly in his grip, trying to get a grasp on his true reality as he stared at the man “tell me where my Niffler is!” he demanded, his eyes wild.

Mr. Galloglass sighed and pulled Newt’s hands away from his collar, smiling apologetically at the young man.

“I don’t have any say in this. Only the mirror can decide what you see and when it’s finished. You obviously have more to learn.”

“NO I do NOT have more to learn!”, Newt snapped, grabbing his case “I’ve seen plenty and I need to go home right now!”

He spotted a familiar flurry of dark fur scurrying by and he set his case down, reaching towards the creature.

“No YOU get back here!” he said , lunging forward when he saw the Niffler, chasing after him once again through the mirror before he could stop himself.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

This time there were no words or phrases echoing in his mind. He was greeted with only silence as he fell on his ass once again into his apartment and he saw you in the kitchen.

You were clearly pregnant and he shook his head as he stood up quickly. He felt the bile rise in his throat as he faced the wall that he had just come through.

“NO LET ME OUT! I am DONE I have seen enough! I have learnt my lesson just let me out!” He shouted, pounding his fists against the wall and letting out a cry of frustration when nothing happened. He begrudgingly turned to face you when you called his name.

This time you looked happy and healthy and Newt wondered if you’d married the same scumbag from the earlier reality. But his heart stopped in his chest when he saw yet another version of himself take you into his arms and press a loving kiss to your lips.

He watched on in utter shock as you kissed this other Newt back with the brightest smile on your lips as you wrapped your arms around him.

And Newt wondered if it was possible to be jealous of himself?

He stared at you completely astounded, feeling a warmth blossoming in his chest at the way you were gazing at the other Newt. And the way you had wrapped your body around his, clinging to him like he was your very own life raft.

The room morphed around him much faster than he had hoped and he found himself standing behind the two of you in a baby’s nursery. He watched the two of you kiss the baby in your arms before you set him down in his crib, still holding each other close.

Newt blinked when the room shifted suddenly again and this time he was standing on platform 9 3/4 staring at you standing tucked into the other Newt’s side as you waved your two children off onto the Hogwarts Express.

Newt only felt his chest swell more as he watched the other Newt press a kiss to your temple, his hand coming to rest on your stomach that was round with another baby on the way.

He huffed and closed his eyes when the room started to morph again, this time at super speed showing him flashes of this alternate reality. He couldn’t breathe again but it was for all the right reasons as he watched literally all of his dreams and more unfold before him.

He felt a few tears slip from his eyes when he was left standing still once more.

This time you had both grown old and you were sitting together hand in hand in Newt’s case, watching small children which he assumed to be your grandchildren, running around.

He watched as you tipped your face upwards to press a kiss to the other Newt’s lips and he could just make out you murmuring the words ‘I love you’ before his attention was taken by the Niffler that was bolting towards him.

He quickly crouched down and held his hands out for the creature “come here you!”

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

Newt let out a sigh when he was back in the mirror shop, facing Mr. Galloglass once again with the Niffler clutched in his hands. He made quick work of setting the creature back into his case and making sure it was latched properly this time before he turned back to face the mirror. He lay his hand against the cool glass as he took in everything he’d just seen.

He couldn’t even begin to decipher what he was feeling right now because he was simultaneously traumatised by the reality in which you drowned and elated by the prospect of calling you his wife and spending his life with you.

Then he rubbed a hand down his face when he remembered Mr. Galloglass and turned to face the man, hoping to apologise to him for shouting at him but the man just waved his hand dismissively before Newt could talk.

“Don’t worry about it, son. You just go and do what you need to do,” the old man murmured, clapping him on the shoulder firmly before guiding him back out of the shop and Newt turned around to nod at him one last time before he took off down the street with his case in hand.

Finally, all of his fears and all of the worst-case scenarios he’d conjured up in his mind faded into white noise and all that mattered now was telling you of his devotion.

It was settled. He was going to tell you the truth once and for all and nothing was going to stop him. He never even found out what Mr.Galloglass meant by Empire Line.

-Other Works Here!-

#newt scamander x you #newt scamander x reader #Newton Artemis Fido Scamander #newt scamander x y/n #newt scamander imagine #newt scamander angst

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Guard Duty

Charles Vane x f!Reader Smut

In temptation-laden fulfillment of @that-was-not-supposed-to-happen‘s “locked in a room with Vane” prompt, I give you a fierce female pirate facing something that’s juuuuust a little over the top. This one falls closer to the fantasy side than the realistic side, I would say. Have fun with it. Warnings for explicit sexual activities, use of restraints, and general pirate-y lack of trust in negotiations. I also used as the opening line a dialogue prompt that @geekandbooknerd picked for me months and months ago:

“I can feel your breath on my skin.”

If your hands weren’t full of the rope, you’d press them right over your ears. Vane had been saying things like this to you all afternoon, low and raspy, whenever he knew no one else could hear. Trying to tempt you into helping him escape. You pull the bonds even tighter around him, securing each of his forearms to the sides of the chair. You can’t help it that you have to breathe so close to his bare skin while you make sure the knots won’t slip. Close enough to smell the entirely unique spice of him...

“You’re going to drive a man mad.” You’re not watching the way his muscles twitch under his skin as he tests the restraints, really you’re not. “You don’t want me to use my hands, I can work with that. Just bring yourself a little closer to my mouth.”

Billy Bones is watching from the doorway. Which is why Vane is speaking to you so quietly, from behind the curtain of his long hair that he’s let fall in front of his face. “He secure?” the boatswain asks you.

You step back from the captive captain. “Yeah, I’ve got him.”

“All right.” Billy looks up toward the deck. “Stay here, keep your eyes on him while we get underway. Anything happens, come find me.”

Then he shuts the door and leaves you alone with the temptations of the devil himself.

You expected him to run his mouth even more once there was no one to interfere, but Vane just gazes up at you, his beautiful eyes sparkling with a hint of mischief and smug pride. He knows how beautiful he is. More beautiful than you. You know that he’s only trying to seduce you into setting him free; he wouldn’t look at you twice otherwise. And you’re resolved to be smarter than that.

You cross your arms and lean against the bulkhead.

Vane’s eyes flit around the tiny room. “Kind of you to give me the only chair,” he observes. “Why don’t you come sit on my lap, and we can talk.”

You hear the shouts of the crew dimly above you. They’re all busy preparing to set sail; no one is going to come in here and interrupt for quite a while. And you’re even a little salty about being singled out for guard duty rather than pulling your weight alongside the men. As the only woman on board, it hurts your ability to fit in with the crew every time that happens. You need to be up there if you’re going to earn any respect. And yet Billy keeps condescending, finding ways to shelter you that he thinks are too subtle for anyone to notice. Arse-hole.

And so, in your pique, you decide to take just a little advantage. Take something for yourself out of this frustrating situation.

“All right,” you say, and strut over to Vane while he leans back with a smirk. Your face is an aggressive pout. Maybe you can steal just a little pleasure for yourself while calling his fucking bluff. You grab onto his shoulders, thrilling at the only tiny amount of give in that solid slab of meat, and swing your legs to straddle him in the chair.

Vane looks delighted as you challenge his eyes from only inches away. You try to search for his real feelings underneath, but detect nothing else.

“Talk.”

The corner of his thin mouth turns up. “Is that really what you want to spend our time alone down here doing?” He shifts underneath you, bouncing you and your open legs. You have to hold on to his shoulders tighter in order to keep your balance atop him.

“You see a woman, all you can think about is getting your cock wet, even when you’re surrounded by enemies, is that it?” Your words are sharp, but you’re also helping yourself to handfuls of his chest. He’s going to objectify you, then you deserve to pay him a little back in kind.

“I find it best to take life as it comes. Don’t you?” He thrusts his hips again. The first one didn’t feel like much more than a surprise; the second one ignites something closer to his intention, rubbing up against your more sensitive parts in an entirely too tantalizing way. You may have underestimated what Charles Vane could do to you here, even with his hands bound.

“Not usually.” You try to disagree with his point, but your voice comes out thinner than you’d like. “I prefer not to fall prey to short-sightedness. Momentary pleasures are rarely worth as much as they seem.”

“Oh no?” Vane murmurs, his eyes tracking your lips as you speak, which is disconcertingly intimate when scarcely more than a hand’s breadth separates your faces. His hips roll again, a smaller movement this time. One that feels more like lovemaking. Your thighs clench around him and you tell yourself it’s only to keep your balance.

“I find it’s always wisest to keep an eye to the long-term…” And yet, your blood starts singing as your palms slide across his muscled chest, guiding your fingers to dive inside the open collar of his shirt. It feels good to have power over someone so notorious, so dangerous. And so handsome. You play with the trinkets tied around his neck, so aware of his eyes on your face but refusing to meet them.

“Just let me kiss you.”

Damnation, he’s convincing. His scraping voice almost sounded needy. With the heat stoking up between your legs from his continued writhing beneath them, you convince yourself there’s no harm in indulging just a little bit more.

Your fingers curl down inside the edge of his shirt. You bend your head closer, watching his face as intently as he’s watching yours. His pupils are wide, his breaths coming full and deep, as if he really does want you. You drop your eyes to his lips and he strikes, lunging forward from the neck to capture your mouth with his.

It’s the noise he makes that does you in, just as much as the solid press of eager lips. Vane groans when he gets a taste of you, his tone a perfect mix of ecstatic relief and eagerness for more. You let your body press in closer, and fall into the play of his lips against yours, coaxing you to melt.

If anyone were to walk into this makeshift prison cell right now, you’d likely be thrown straight overboard. But no one is coming down here. They’ve all got their hands full, so you might as well get yours full too. While one palm slides up the side of Vane’s rugged jaw, feeling it work as he opens your mouth with his tongue, the other runs down his body, grasping at his flank and feeling his solid warmth.

You purr down into him and meet his tongue with the force of your own, rocking yourself into the rhythm of his hips.

How long do you carry on like this? You try and keep track of the time, but it’s difficult as the raw, masculine scent of him fills your nose, as the warmth of his body moves so tantalizingly beneath you. With his arms bound, he has no more advantage to press, and can only meet your movements with eagerness and hope for more.

Or so you think. Vane’s lips travel off the corner of your mouth and you indulge him, holding yourself close enough for him to kiss along to your ear, nipping at the shell of it and mouthing into the sensitive hollows of your neck. “The things I could do,” he rumbles into your skin while pressing his teeth in to scrape, “if I could get my hands on you.”

And though it thrills you to imagine the ways that Captain Vane might manhandle you, you find the strength to remain wise. “Is that so?” you tease, shifting in his lap. “Because I struggle to think of what your hands could do, that cannot also be accomplished by mouth or…” you bring one hand down to swipe lewdly along his crotch.

Your hand is met with an iron rod trapped down along one leg of his leather trousers, so large and stiff that you freeze in your tracks. You hadn’t… expected that. Assuming Captain Vane was faking this whole thing, you thought you’d find him half-hard at best, most of his thoughts occupied with readying to knock you out as soon as you’d let his hands free, and move on to escaping from the ship. And you had also not expected his size. Heat blooms in your face, and Vane stares up at you with answering fire. “It’s a fair point. You could ride me just like this. I would enjoy that very much. But you would be missing out on quite a bit of my”—he rocks himself right into your cupping palm—“creativity.”

It takes every ounce of willpower you have to squeeze that straining thickness, smirk, and then let him go. “You can’t think I’m that big a fool.” Indignation mixes with the lust already filling your body, pulling a wicked smile across your cheeks. You rise to your feet, and with one solid shove to his shoulder, knock Vane and his chair back onto the floor.

A stunned grunt wheezes out of his chest at the impact. His face is flushed and thick with conflicting emotions, his hair spread wide around his head against the deck as he lays helplessly, in a decidedly less dignified position. “You mistake me,” he rasps up at you.

You come to one knee beside him, your inflamed passions still begging you to bring your body close to his. You purse your lips against that lust and tilt your head at him in silent question.

“I want you.”

You laugh. “I think you’ve been making that terribly clear, Charles. But if you really want to prove it, perhaps I should take off my trousers and sit down on your face.”

The passions in his eyes burn harder at your filthy words. “By all means, indulge yourself. I’ll give you a ride you won’t soon forget.” Fuck, you didn’t expect him to be into that, either. “But what I meant was, I want you by my side. Not just today. You let me out of these bonds, help me steal Flint’s prize, and you’ll have a place on my crew. And in my bed. And whatever the fuck else you want, love, just name it.”

You’re still not sure it’s wise to believe him. But hell, what if it’s true. What Vane is promising is not momentary anymore. And it would be a hell of a lot better than what you’ve got going on the Walrus right now. Bedding Captain Vane, every night… That might be worth flipping sides.

Might. You’d be wise to test the merchandise.

“Pleasure before business?” You suggest as you peel at the buckle of your belt. “Perhaps we should seal our deal.”

Vane’s eyes flood with an eager darkness. “Whatever you need, love. I’m not going anywhere.” His shoulders flex and roll, but his wrists remain firmly bound down by his sides.

You kick your boots off. “I am going to need some convincing. Though so far you’ve proven to have quite the honeyed tongue.”

You expect him to say something seductive, especially with the opening you just gave him with the tongue remark, but he surprises you with a deeper look, rather than a grin. “I’ve watched you, fighting with this crew. You’re magnificent. Every time, I think, ‘she should be mine.’”

Your breath catches. “I’m not that beautiful,” you say, and immediately kick yourself for ruining what could have been a perfectly shallow little fuck by showing your insecurities to him.

“You have more than beauty,” he says smoothly, “though beauty you do have.” He tips his head closer toward you, making his words hit harder. “You have heart. Passion. Courage. Leave the girls that can call themselves nothing but ‘beautiful’ on the shore. I have no use for them.”

“But you have a use for me.” You let your eyebrow twitch, showing him nothing but coolness. Despite the tumultuous warmth spreading through your chest.

Now the playful grin is back, spreading across his face like melting butter. “Come on over here and find out.”

You let your baggy trousers fall in a pool around your ankles. “I think if I come over there, I will be the one finding a use for you.”

Vane’s eyes go hooded at the sight of your naked legs, and the mound between. “Use me, then.” He relaxes back against the deck. “Let me show you what this honeyed tongue can do.”

Your better judgment is drowning out in the buzzing of other needs and wishes. The sheer eroticism of standing over this pirate king with your bottom half completely bared to him overwhelms just about everything else.

It feels like you’re moving in slow motion as you step across Vane’s helpless body, then place your knees carefully to either side of his head. His face goes slack and dreamlike as you bring your cunt closer and closer to his face.

You are so aware of the air moving freely against your lower lips as you kneel down and spread your legs. Especially when you’re drawing near enough to his mouth for his comparatively hot breath to hit you. And he can’t touch you. Can’t grab you, can’t guide you; the commanding man is forced to lay there and wait for you to come to him.

You pause before you’re in his range, though when his breath comes steaming out in a lusty groan, the warning shot tickles your very center. His eyes flick up to your face. “Please.”

A word you never thought you’d hear from the likes of Captain Vane. Even if he’s faking it all, just that moment makes all of this entirely worth it. You bring your hips in closer, and he lifts his head to meet them.

You stop. He strains his neck, and all he can reach is the softest brushing against your sensitive lips. It’s like a kiss, and you let out a breath you did not realize you were holding. You lean into him a fraction closer, letting him touch more firmly, and he works his lips around the edges of your sex before bringing his tongue to bear.

He licks across you slowly, gentle enough not to scare you away, confident enough to entice you to sink down over his face more deeply. The tip of his tongue spreads you out wider, sliding between your folds with devilish audacity, already making you feel things you can’t remember ever experiencing before. You angle your hips in small movements, using the control you have to guide him toward the places that feel the best.

It’s not long at all before he finds your pearl, that nub of pleasure that burns brighter than the rest, and he thrusts his jaw up to wrap his lips around and suck at it. Your voice rings out in the little cell as you wail.

“Best be quiet, love,” he rumbles, pulling back just fractionally enough to be able to speak, his lips still sliding against your sensitive bits. “I don’t think you want us to be disturbed.”

Your fingers curl through Vane’s hair; you nod and press yourself against his mouth again.

He’s as good as he boasted. You find yourself holding your other hand to your own lips, the only way to stifle the cries that he keeps drawing out of you with lusty sucks and those rapid flicks of his tongue.

Your legs start to tremble at the overwhelming pleasure building up in your core. You worry you’re about to smother him but Vane seems to relish it, pushing back against you just as hard, eyes closed in concentrated bliss.

Your breaths stutter as you ride his face in an escalating rhythm, guiding the pressure of his tongue until your orgasm peaks and crashes down all over you. You don’t release him until the shuddering aftershocks stop coming.

Then you sigh and sit back, onto his chest, and gaze down at his rapt and wrecked face. His eyes meet yours, fire still blazing. Something more than words passes between you. “It’s not enough,” he says. It sounds more like an accusation than a confession.

And he’s right; as spectacular as that climax was, you’re still keyed up, and positively aching to get something of him inside you.

“Let me loose,” he urges. “I need more than just a taste of you.”

And with your bare legs wrapped over his upper body, your cunt still clenching and reeling and his beautiful eyes imploring and threatening in equal measure, you throw the rest of your caution to the wind.

You bend yourself double to kiss him, and he meets the savagery of your mouth with equal ferocity. If he’s a liar he’s a damned good one, and perhaps even deserves to win the play. You dismount and tug at the release loop twisted into the knot at his right wrist.

The first place his hand goes is to bury itself in your hair, fingers curling close to your scalp and tugging you back down to his mouth again. He kisses you long and deep before releasing you in the direction of his other bond.

He’s roaring up off the deck as soon as the rope goes slack. Suddenly you’re the one flat on your back on the boards, Vane’s considerable weight pressing down on top of you, with one leg pressed firmly between your bare thighs. His hands are everywhere; cupping your jaw, grasping at your breast, imprinting into the back of your thigh. Rough fingers slide between your folds and you don’t even care about the friction. His rumbly voice is burning against your skin. “I have to have you.”

You cry out, strangling the sound as quiet as you can manage, as Vane’s thick finger slides deep inside your body. It goes in so easily after the way he’s warmed and wetted you; after just a few pumps you feel the stretch of two, then three.

You had felt the size of him. He has to prepare you, to work you open, or he’d never fit. You open your eyes to see his, dazzling, staring down from just above and studying your face. His other hand has scooped around the back of your neck, and his thumb pets your jaw as he slows down the delicious assault of his fingers so deep inside you. “Are you ready for me?”

A purr rumbles up between your lips and you grind yourself further against his hand. “Yes.” There’s no reason for half measures at this point, is there? You deserve to get the whole experience.

Vane is loosening his trousers before you can even reach down his body to try and do it for him. You look down between your bodies just in time to watch his cock spring free, swollen with need. It feels so good against your palm as you reach down and wrap your fingers boldly around it.

Vane’s breath stutters, and his head drops to your shoulder when you stroke him. Then he’s reaching down, pulling your hand off his cock, and finding your other wrist somewhere near his hip. With a throaty noise, he pushes them both above your head, slamming your arms into the deck while his face looms close over yours.

For a long moment you worry the tide is turning, he’s escaping after all, but as you gaze up into his eyes you realize that this is not a threat, this is just him, and how he likes to do it. He’s lining his cock up without even using his hands, and you’re even more glad that he took his time to prepare his way in, because otherwise—

The shock of Vane’s thickness sliding home knocks any rational thought right out of your head. Your high-pitched noise brings a lazy smile to his face, and he kisses you to smother the sounds you can’t help but keep making as he works himself all the way inside. The pressure of him has you feeling stretched to your limit, and he just keeps coming, opening you up so satisfyingly deep that all you can do is wail and try to let everything within you let go.

And then, he actually starts thrusting. You hold your breath so not to scream, as wave after wave of searing pleasure rolls through your body in his wake. “Fuck, you feel better than I thought,” he murmurs, taking the pressure off your wrists to lift up and snap into you harder. His eyes are drifting closed now, getting lost in taking his pleasure. His hands slide down your body, and he pauses his rhythm to get his knees under him, coaxing your legs to wrap tight around his waist.

“Vane—” you start to say something, but you don’t even know what it was when he lifts your hips off the deck and slams himself into you even deeper. The man does not disappoint; you can already feel him ruining you for anyone else after this.

He’s filled you to the brim, the snapping of his hips bringing the most exquisite, delicious torture as you feel your body growing completely overwhelmed. You might orgasm again, in some new way that’s already making you feel like you’ve never actually come, for real, in your whole life before this.

A long, punctuated growl is simmering in the back of Vane’s throat, and from the grip of his hands ‘round your hips you assume, can only hope, really, that he is close too. You feel like you’ll shatter if this mind-numbing bliss is to carry on much longer. “Vane, I—” you hear yourself begging vaguely, not sure if you’re asking him to stop or to make sure that he drives you over the edge again, as fast as he can.

He shifts something and you are almost immediately obliterated. His pounding has become focused on some particular spot so agonizingly sweet that the rush extends to every muscle in your body, clenching you up in heat and joy in a peak that almost makes you black out before it’s over.

As the swirling ecstasy only begins to settle, you hear Vane groan your name, low and long, feel him bending over your body and holding himself deeply sheathed inside you as his cock jumps and twitches on its own. You squeeze your legs around him tighter, and he gasps and curses his way through the rest of his release.

Then he slumps on top of you, somehow flattening his body over yours without actually letting his cock slip out. He shudders every time you squeeze ‘round it, which you find to be an amusing payback for the way that his solid weight is only barely not crushing you.

When he’s caught his breath, he lifts his head and chest to look you in the eyes again. His expression is slack, unguarded, almost boyish as he gazes down at you, his smile sleepy and his big arms wrapping you up snugly. “How’s that for convincing?”

A smile tugs at your own lips, and you let it spread wide across your cheeks, enjoying the way it lights up his face like a mirror. “I am...quite satisfied.”

He scoops you up and rolls you with him as he lays onto his back beside you. “Then as soon as you think your legs will work, we can set about devising my escape.”

You hum a long sound of polite disagreement, rubbing your face into his shoulder and settling yourself snugly against his frame. “No, now’s not the right time to move. We’re in the middle of the ocean. I’ll tie you back up, and in a few days when we get to our destination, I’ll spring you then.” Vane lifts his head to look awkwardly into your face, and you lift your chin to meet his eyes. He seems a bit raw and unhappy. “Don’t worry. I’ll make sure you’re not suffering too badly down here. I’m a very good prison guard. We’ll… take care of each other.”

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South Of The Equator

Summary: Gestures of love are woven in the fabric of relationships, especially ones built around the priority of your love

Word Count: literally juuuuust shy of 5.8k

Warning: pining, love and fluff

Author Notes: Muse fell in love with this photo last week when Bre threw it out onto my dash, spit out stupid notes at midnight that night for it along with about 350ish words and then didn’t touch it until again yesterday evening where I proceeded to crank out about 5.8k in less than 24 hours. Oops?

This falls well later into the verse, like the latest I’ve taken it thus far. It just felt right to bring this into that part of the timeline with the premise and where the muse was taking this. Can be read as a standalone but diving into the verse and the masterlist would give a little bit more understanding.

It was not in the plans. Whatsoever. A whim. A lot of longing. A lot of missing connections. A lot of feeling that this was a sync you just wouldn’t be able to get. That scares the both of you, more than either of you will let on especially to the other. You both promise that this would be the longest stretch on this very last swing – something like 48 or 50 days depending on travel for both of you, that a somewhere between 12 and 14-hour plane ride at best for a long weekend made no sense. You’re in Bucharest when he starts the swing in Mexico. What was thought to be a few days off for him to come home to see you between the last Mexico show and the venture further south becomes non-existent, with surprise pop up concerts in both Costa Rica and Panama along with hoopla surrounding them on either side that the label drops last minute. You initially think you’d be able to make the last shows, but there was a potential work trip to Hong Kong hanging over your head, so you both agree not book anything.

Well, love makes you do some stupid and irresponsibly crazy things. When the Asia client pushes their timeline back, things change completely. Which is why you find yourself on the phone, trying to make arrangements while juggling 7 open browser tabs on your laptop at nearly 1am. This is what you do for each other. It’s been established. It’s been done for each other on numerous occasions throughout your relationship. But it’s never been something like this. This grand and involved.

“Up for a bit of a challenge?” you start. “What’s the actual schedule like between Buenos and Rio and Santiago?”

“Flip it around. Chile first. Then Buenos then Sao Paulo. Finish off in Rio,” Beatriz laughs. “Don’t book the wrong flight. Cause. This is where it’s going isn’t it? This bugger is so lucky to have you. He best appreciate this. He’s been whiny. More to Cez then me. Andrew too, but he trusts Cez more when it comes to you.”

“He’s not the only one,” you sigh. “Dee’s taken to sending me videos and photos of Tali every day before I call to bitch to her to try to ease my tension. We’ve done longer, when we first got together. This one though. We’re just not taking it well, either of us. It feels off. He can’t come to me, so I have to go to him.”

“There’s doubles now in Santiago, not just in Buenos and Rio. Only the one in Sao Paulo. Days off scattered through, but definitely some between the city jumps. Are you really going to try to do just a weekend down here?” she asks.

“Work remote if I can swing it. Then bank out on some time off. I’m due after the extra hours to lock in the Danish project and the haul to Bucharest for basically a 48-hour lookie loo from them with no commitments. Boss lady is great as long as my work gets done and I don’t pull the ask for ‘but my famous boyfriend’ very often, if at all,” you explain, poking away at the keys of your laptop.

“Ooh Denmark, so you going to get out for that one?” Beatriz questions. “Do you have a lam for this tour? Should we get you another?”

“I think I can, timing looks ok and I may be able to drag Shawn with me for once since it’s after all this hoopla,” you mutter, poking at Kayak and cursing. “I think I do, snag one just in case if it’s not too much trouble. It looks like Air Canada has a direct from Pearson to Santiago at 11 hours of flight time and an overnight red-eye. Bless it. No layovers. Less chance for him to even let on. Y’all can sneak me in on the flights between yeah?”

“Shawn is gonna shit you know this right?” she laughs. “I heard about your surprises you both have pulled on each other before, but this is something else. Duh girl, yes of course. He’d have you sit on his lap the whole flight if he had to, but we definitely have the room. Give me the flight info. I’ll make Cez book it. Do not even think about clicking that buy button that I know you’re hovering over.”

“Bea...” you begin.

“No, not hearing it. Cez blocked out travel budget for him to go home and you know that didn’t happen, so your flight there and then back with him at the end it is instead,” Beatriz interjects. “I’ll loop in C for sure. Maybe Andrew. Less folks who know the better, we need to keep this on lock down.”

“Beatriz, you’re the best. I owe you big time. I’m so glad you’re on this rag tag motley crew,” you thank her. “Let Cez know if he needs anything when he’s booking, if they don’t have it saved to just let me know.”

“Bottle of Bulleit and you finally spill the recipe for those kitchen sink bars the boys are always raving about and inhaling, we’ll call it even,” she deadpans. “But no really, I’m glad to help. As much as I tease that boy of yours, I’ve got a soft spot for him. We need to figure an epic reveal. It’s late. I’ll fire off a text to Cez and we’ll be on it tomorrow. Off with you. Night!”

You have a week between that call and your flight down to get all your things in order luckily. Work is understanding and accommodating, your boss practically sending out the out of office email for you after she hears your plans. He meanwhile has a few shows in Ecuador, Peru and Bolivia ahead of him within that same time frame.

“There’s that face I adore,” you smile through FaceTime as you’re tucked in bed, two nights before you’re due to leave. “Hi you. How was the show? Where are you now?”

“Just out of the shower in the hotel and about to fall face first into bed, but I needed a dose of my pretty girl before I do,” he exhales, running a hand though his mess of wet curls. “Good, crowds down here are something else. Beyond the first time I swung through, on the last tour. And them singing back in perfect English still breaks my brain a little. Tired though. Looking forward to the break. Day break here, then like a half one off in Santiago before the last few shows. It’s so crazy to think we’re there already.”

“I can’t believe it’s almost over,” you murmur. “You did it baby, an entire circle of the globe. I’m beyond proud of you.”

“As much as I love this, I’m ready for just me, you and our bed. At least for a week straight, if not a few of them,” he chuckles. “Remind me of how tired I am now when I start to say I’m twitchy or bored, ok?”

“If you say so,” you say sleepily. “Just remember, I get to drag you with me on some my work trips next. Denmark for sure. Hong Kong perhaps since that’s still a moving target. Maybe Prague. Wanna be a silly romantic tourist with you for a bit. Just me and you”

“Always me and you, sweetheart. Go get some sleep. You’ve got work in the morning,” he whispers. “We can talk more tomorrow, promise.”

“You sure?” you fight back a yawn, eyes starting to flutter. “Can you sing to me though? Please? I miss you. Be like you’re here.”

He starts humming at first, the eases into a slowed down, Shawn-esque version of Sam Smith’s Latch. You want to stay awake to hear the whole thing, but he sounds like he’s there singing it right into your ear while he’s got your back against his chest. It’s so pretty, easy and dream like that you drift off in moments. He watches you for a few minutes after he finishes the song, making sure you’re truly asleep. Plus, he just wants to feel like he’s next to you in bed.

“Goodnight and sleep well, baby,” he whispers before disconnecting from FaceTime, a small smile slipping across his lips.

“He still has no clue by the way, so you’ve done a bang-up job,” Cez explains as he rings you while you’re in the car on the way to Pearson. “You’re still running on time from what we checked so you’re good. We’ve got everything square. Bea will come snag you from the airport, you’ll have time to hit the hotel, she’ll have the extra room key for you so you can get some actual rest and then get ready. Figure we’ll grab you while he’s doing Q&A. Do you want to surprise him before the show? After?”

“During?” you laugh, leaning your head back against the headrest as the car makes its way down the 401. “Maximum effect. Con would be on my side too you know, epic footage.”

“Of course, you do,” he retorts. “I should have known. Don’t forget, I’m on your side too. I’m glad this worked. I know it’s been a long stretch. For the both of you. I’ve seen it wear on him, but he’s put up a good front minus a few nights where he ends up with me until he needs to get to sleep, just needing someone who understands to talk to.”

“I’m glad he has you, that we both have you. You are a gift, Cez, really,” you reply as the car slows to ease up to the terminal. “I’m just about to hop out. I’ll text you and Bea when I land in the morning, customs will probably take a bit to get through. Thank you again.”

“Fly safe, dear. Try to get some rest and we’ll see you tomorrow,” he responds.

Check in was easy, of course they went above and beyond on the flight. You text Cez and Bea a photo of a cookie from the lounge with your ticket telling them they did not need to and thanking them. Cez responds first.

Again, you know if he found out we flew you like in row 24 on a flight that long, he would pitch a fit. I’m not up for a Shawn fit this late into the last of the last legs of tour. Enjoy the space and the lay flat. Sunshine and that boy awaits you.

Beatriz chimes in next.

Label owes you and the pain in the arse, so enjoy it! Have one for me. I’ll be there for you tomorrow with bells on and a tea in hand. Cannot wait for this – so epic. You two are nauseatingly adorbs.

The flight wasn’t crowded thankfully and the room to stretch fully is a welcome bonus. You are able to wind down a lot easier than expected and get a decent amount of sleep especially given it was on a flight, lay flat or not. Despite an extra circle, you land only a few minutes past your initial arrival time, make it through customs quickly and thankfully your luggage is waiting for you once you’re done.

“There she is,” Beatriz calls out as you head out to the open concourse. “And in one piece too with all your bits and bobbles. Good, the boss won’t be angry. And as promised, your tea!”

“Which one?” you chuckle, snagging the iced chai before hugging her.

“I can handle Cez, your man though,” she rolls her eyes as you walk out to the sprinter van. “He tried you last night when we were coming back from dinner, couldn’t get through even though we all told him it was late. He got all sad puppy. You were just about taking off, so it made sense. If he only knew what today is bringing him. I’ll drop you at the hotel, sleep, shower, eat, do whatever. I’ll be round to grab you about 4.”

As soon as you step into his room, you are overwhelmed just by the sheer sense of being back in his space again, despite him not even being there at the moment. You drop your suitcase, strip and crawl immediately into his still unmade bed to surround yourself in the smell of him. Setting your alarm before you drift off, you curl yourself around his pillow and exhale. Only a few more hours and you’ll be able to wrap your arms around him instead of a goose down that carries whiffs of his scent. A deep breath, an inhale you hold just for a moment before letting it go carefully and you’re drifting away.

You wake shortly before the alarm and to a couple texts from Shawn.

Miss you pretty girl. Almost there.

FaceTime after the show tonight? Even just for a few, I can tuck you in from here again like the other night.

Saw this on the drive over before, couldn’t help but think of you.

It was a slightly angled photo out the car window, but it was of a park with a fountain surrounded by high bushes littered with flowers.

I wish I could press you into those blooms and kiss you. Would make such a pretty picture. Love you baby.

You will yourself not to cry. That sweet, sentimental boy of yours. You’ll have time, you need to make that happen tomorrow.

I miss you sweetheart, so much. Yes to tonight, I’d love a tuck in from you. We’re so close. Love you <3

A shower, some primping and a good battle with both your blow dryer and your travel steamer later, you’re finally ready to head out.

“He’s a lucky bastard this one,” Beatriz whistles before handing over your new credential as you slide the van door closed behind you. “Don’t you have any sisters you can send my way? Cousins?”

“Sorry Bea, only child,” you laugh, as the van pulls away. “Cousins are stateside and not your type.”

“He was happy to hear from you before. Stopped in the middle of sound check to look at his phone. Got all stupid smiley and googly eyed,” she rolls her eyes. “He’s so gone on you if it wasn’t so bloody sweet to see him so gushy, it would make me ill.”

“Just wait ‘till later. I should apologize now,” you explain.

“Why there’s no plans for post-show, dearie. We knew better,” she giggles. “Shawn’s not going to want to share.”

You can’t help but smile as you pass the park he sent you the photo of earlier, it’s prettier than his shot let on. You definitely have to go there tomorrow. From that point, it’s a windy way through the streets of Santiago to the arena.

“He should just be wrapping up,” Beatriz prattles, looking at her watch as you make your way through the bowels of the building. “Which is good, I can sneak you into Cez’s room without him sniffing about. You, he, Jake and Con still need to hash everything out yeah?”

“Kind of. It’s the fine tuning of details at this point,” you say, flipping the pass around in your hands before slipping it around your neck as you walk, still not fully grasping you’re going to see him as soon as you are. “It’s a matter of where to go in the pit during his walk up to stage where I won’t be spotted too easily, but also not be in the way of everything either. I think it’ll work, totally up to Jake though. Worse case, we’ll do it just before rally or he hits the stage. Better visuals, and Con will agree with me, but it’s Jake and Cez who have final call.”

“It’s brilliant, all of it. However, here is where I leave you for now,” Beatriz nudges you through the door into Cez’s makeshift office for the next two days. “Need to make sure the sound techs have everything. Fridge is stocked, so steal what you need. He should be back in a few. They’re due to be walking your man now. His room isn’t far, so stay put. I’ll let C know you’re here. Toodles!”

Shortly after you settle in on the couch, engrossing yourself in your inbox, you feel someone settle down next to you.

“Thank god you’re here, I cannot do the sad Shawn shit anymore,” Connor sighs, throwing an arm around your shoulder. “I love him like a brother but damn, this go has been a beast when he’s feeling it like that.”

“Hi Connor, I’ve missed you too Connor, it’s good to see you Connor,” you roll your eyes, pushing his arm off you with a poke.

“Yeah yeah, all that too,” he smiles, sliding his arm back into place and kissing your cheek. “It’s good to have you here, all that aside. Despite all that, missed you around these parts.”

“Considering Central America took away our long weekend together, with no warning. It’s just been a hard go this swing. For both of us. May just be the wear and tear of a tour this long finally hitting. Even with as much as we’ve made it a priority to stay more connected and grounded. You guys are lucky it’s the end and it didn’t happen in like the middle of Europe, or the US leg. Though that would have been easier to get to than an almost 11-hour flight,” you fight out.

“You’re too good for him you know?” he teases. “Remember, he has friends if you ever need to bail.”

“Not any of y’all that’s for sure. No way. And, it’s the other way around, Con,” you reply, poking at his knee. “So, you’ve seen the setup, what’s going to make the most sense?”

“We’re going to do whatever you want, missus,” Jake chimes in as the door shuts behind him and Cez. “Only thing I require is a hug.”

“I think that can be arranged,” you say happily, ducking around Connor to get to Jake. “Con, stop being in the way.”

“Thank you,” you murmur to Jake as he pulls you into an embrace.

“We should be thanking you,” he whispers hugging you tightly. “And seriously. We’ll make it all happen. Kid needs this as much as you do.”

You pull away, smiling. “Ok guys so here’s what I’m thinking. Let’s surprise him on the walk out.”

The details come together quickly as well as easily. You’re happy, the team is comfortable with it all. It also helps he’s not expecting a thing. Everyone’s on board.

“So,” Cez begins, rolling a bottle of water around in his hands as everyone else filters out. “Hop a flight on a whim in the states or Canada is one thing. Cross the pond, a little more effort, but doable. This is something else entirely, even for the two of you.”

“I don’t know why this one is so different; I wish I knew; believe me I do. It would have saved me an 11-hour flight,” you utter. “It’s not like we’ve not done it before. We got through this, worse even, when he went out on last leg of the last tour and I had no leverage to take time off to come out other than that last show. We were only together a little bit at that point.”

Cez smiles his all-knowing smile, looking down at your hands playing with your credential. “I think you do, somewhere in there. I think he does too, well I know he does.”

“What are you talking about?” you ask inquisitively. “We’re good, really good. Minus this blip and it’s just us being a little more emotionally wound together. More in the groove than we’ve ever been. It’s been great, actually.”

He smiles yet again, making you wonder even more, and picks up his hand pointing to a certain finger.

“No,” you shake your head.

He nods, still smiling. “You’re practically there already. We were honestly all surprised it didn’t happen before tour, or at break. Especially after Japan. I knew though not the holidays, it’s too cliché and not him, or you. He’s asked me a few things, more recently. Won’t give away more than that, but it kind of all makes sense. At least to me.”

“I just. Like. Shit Cez,” you sigh, looking down at the lam in your hands. “We’ve talked about it before, couple times. We want it, both of us. He’s it for me, and vice versa. He knows I’ll say yes. I’ve told him as much. But I’m also not that girl that needs the pretty on her hand to know where we stand in our relationship. He’s also not that overly possessive man who needs to prove he’s got me like that to the world, even in his crazy whirlwind of a life.”

“I think it’s both of you really ready for what’s next and this just all happens to be in the way right now. But, you’re here now, which not only is he going to be over the moon about, the rest of us are pretty happy as well. Not just because he’ll be in better spirits, it’s because we love you just as much too,” he states plainly. “You’re as much a part of this, a part of the family. I’m personally glad you’re here for these last few. This run’s been special, you should be here for the end of it.”

“Do not make me ruin my makeup, damnit,” you half laugh, half bite back a sob. “I’m so glad he has you, not just on the road, but in general. I know how much he loves you. I do, too.”

His phone pings rapidly.

“Ten-minute warning for fetching him. Let’s go get you out and set. Phil’s on you until Jake walks out with Shawn,” he states, reaching for his headset in one hand, for you with his other.

You carefully walk down the back hallway towards the stage together. Jake and Phil meet you at the back corner of the build out. Jake hands you off a fresh pair of earplugs.

“You’re going to need these,” he reminds you. “It’s his usual walk, so he won’t expect a thing. Especially seeing Phil at that junction of the barricade, once Phil gets the signal from me that we’re going, he’ll shift behind you so Shawn can spot you.”

You throw him a thumbs up as you wedge the plugs into place. Phil takes your arm in his, his other hand patting your forearm.

“Let’s go surprise him,” he says, leading you out to the pit.

For some reason, probably your conversation with Cez if you’re being honest with yourself, has your stomach set off with butterflies. You’ve not been like this since the early days of your relationship. Excited, always. Happy, without a doubt. Nervous though? No. You try to not shift about, instead closing your eyes to take in the moment. The crowd is loud, you can smell the remnants of the smoke machine test earlier lingering in the air.

Phil taps your shoulder, sliding you into place in front of him.

“He’s walking,” he mouths with a wink.

The house lights come down and the stage lights start to just warm. You exhale and lean back onto Phil slightly, whose hands come to rest comfortably on your shoulders. The opening video starts to roll and the lights hit the pit walk so you know you’ve got about 30 seconds at best before he comes into view. Phil pushes you forward just a touch just as you spot Jake and Shawn with Connor shuffling just behind to get the right angle for the surprise.

He’s in his pre-show zone, not taking in much around him. Jake nudges him though and his eyes shoot up. Shawn looks over towards you, taking a moment for things to register, and when it does his smile is as bright as you’ve seen. His eyes grow wide, he turns to Jake, who nods with a grin and then Shawn takes off in a sprint.

“Surprise!” you try to scream, but he’s already got you in his hold lifting you to swing you around.

“Tell me I’m not dreaming, please,” he utters in your ear before pulling you closer, finally getting you back on your feet.

You slide your hands from his shoulders, one to the nape of his neck fingering the wispy curls there, the other to nudge his one in-ear out.

“Not a dream, baby. Very much here, very much real. You got me for the rest of the run, love,” you say directly into his ear. “Go be my Rockstar. I’ll watch side stage, be there waiting for you after the show.”

You pop his in-ear back into place then cup his cheek, watching his eyes roll back slightly.

“I love you so damn much,” he yells before kissing you soundly. “I am so lucky you’re mine.”

Shawn rubs his nose against yours before sneaking in another kiss, then runs up to the stage with Jake on his heels. Jake winks as he passes, throwing a double thumbs up before Phil takes you towards the back staircase so you can set up on the rolling case you know is waiting for you.

The show is electric as always, but he’s got a special energy tonight. You can’t help but feel a bit happy as to probably being the reason why. He’s smiling, sweaty and disheveled, running back towards you in the break before the encore.

“You’re a mess,” you quip with a smile, handing him a bottle of water and a towel.

“Never minded that before,” he retorts back, running a hand through the mess of his hair after wiping his face down with the towel.

“Not the place Shawn Peter,” you say, shooing him away. “Go finish, I’m not going anywhere.”

He drops the water bottle down on the case next to you, stealing another kiss before bopping his way back out.

You hop off the case and head out towards the curtain line to get a better view. His encore covers have been something else this tour. He’s been leaning hard into Tom Petty’s Free Fallin’ and it’s a stunner, especially just him and the piano.

“I had a surprise tonight delivered to me just before the show, a really amazing one actually,” he begins as he settles into playing the piano. “So, if you all don’t mind, I’m going to play something a little special before I get into my last two songs.”

Once he hits the first few chords, your jaw drops immediately.

“You lift my heart up when the rest of me is down. You, you enchant me, even when you're not around. If there are boundaries, I will try to knock them down. I'm latching on babe now I know what I have found,” he sings and you can’t help but inch closer to the edge as far as you can go without being spotted or seen. “I feel we're close enough, I wanna lock in your love. I think we're close enough, could I lock in your love, baby? Now I got you in my space, I won't let go of you. Got you shackled in my embrace; I'm latching on to you.”

You didn’t expect this the other night, so you very much don’t expect it tonight. You can’t do anything but watch him, enamored and amazed. He sounds breathtaking. The whole song just gives you goosebumps, especially in a setting like this. Damn this boy.

“Thanks for indulging me tonight, Santiago,” he says and you can see the flush spreading across his cheeks, even from there. He immediately segues into Free Fallin’ to get his encore moving, before finishing completely with If I Can’t Have You.

He’s got a hold of your hands the moment he’s out of sight of the audience.

“Did you like it?” he asks, dipping his head down to kiss you, feather soft.

“Love it, love you,” you reply, dusting kisses across his knuckles. “Come on, let’s get you back there before they start to think we’re defiling a case on the stage.”

He chuckles, tangling his fingers deeper with yours before leading you towards his dressing room. As you hit the main hallway, most of the band and the crew are waiting there and start whooping and clapping the moment the two of you come into view.

“What the hell?” you question, as he holds your hand tighter trying to make your way down the hall. He shakes his head, cheeks pink as he bites his bottom lip.

“Hold up,” Jake stops you both just before the doorway to his room, arms crossing against his chest and a shit eating grin spread across his face. “Believe you owe this lady a thank you.”

“Hello, the song, on stage, the encore? In front of the whole damn audience,” he retorts, running his free hand through his curls before tugging you towards him and the door without getting you covered in post-show sweat. “Now I’d like to shower, get the heck out of here so I can spend some time with her. Without an audience.”

You can hear the snickers and wolf whistles, it’s your turn to flush. Jake shakes his head no.

“You know what you assholes, fine,” Shawn sighs before rolling his eyes.

“Don’t even with me kid,” Jake smirks.

“I know what you’re…” he trails off but tugs your hand, so you stand closer to him. “Shit. C’mere baby.”

The next thing you know he’s cupping your neck and kissing the breath straight out of you. Your hands fly up, one gripping his shoulder the other tangling in his hair. He pulls away first, just as breathless as you’re feeling.

“You all happy now? Can I please get into my room?” he asks.

Jake moves aside, patting him on the shoulder. He snatches your hand and tugs you into the room, shutting and locking the door behind you both.

“Do I even want to know?” you say, leaning back against the door as he toes off his boots.

“Grander the gesture, bigger the thank you,” he replies, stripping off his button down next, his tank and jeans follow. “They like to tease, you know this. Especially when you and I start getting the way we do. It’s all in good fun, but not when you pull the most epic surprise and I’ve run through a whole damn show. I haven’t seen you in how long and I still haven’t really held you or loved on you the way I want to.”

“Then you best go shower, sweetheart,” you tease. “You know feeling is mutual.”

He darts over to kiss you again, “Be right back.”

He’s quick, which you appreciate, and even more that he’s just in a pair of threadbare, low slung navy sweats when he heads back out to you. He drops the towel in his hand to snag yours, pulling you towards the couch. He flops down first and pulls you immediately down on top of him. He kisses your forehead before scooting you down so your head can rest comfortably on his shoulder. He smells fresh, clean, warm, like him and like home.

“Hi baby,” he murmurs against your lips before kissing you slowly and thoroughly. “Fuck, how I missed you. I can’t believe you’re here. I’m so damn happy that you’re here. You’re amazing you know that? How did you pull this off?”

“Once Hong Kong pushed timeline, I had a little wiggle room, but I wouldn’t be sure until Denmark signed off,” you explain, finger carefully tracing back and forth against his collarbone and shoulder. “I didn’t want to get either of our hopes up, so I didn’t say anything. Then like a week and a half ago? That night we just couldn’t get timing together I think you were in Panama still. I was up and cranky at stupid o’clock, said screw it. I knew I had some comp time due, had a little vacation time left, plus after Bucharest debacle on their part, they kind of owe me to boot. Called Bea, looped in Cez and voila.”

“You’re making it harder to even come remotely close to do for you what you do for me,” he presses his lips against your hair. “I’m so grateful for you.”

“There’s not a tally, sweetheart. We do for each other, you know this,” you remind him. “You and me, always right?”

There’s a knock on the door and jingling of keys, you go to move but Shawn holds you to him.

“Just gonna be C, we’re not doing anything. You stay put,” he wraps his arms around your waist and nuzzles your ear.

“Sorry kids, time to get a move on,” Cez calls out from the doorway. “Can I come in? Are you at least PG?”

“It’s cuddling man, that’s all,” Shawn barks out with a laugh as you bury your head into his neck.

“You’ve got about 10 minutes to get yourselves together before the sprinter gets here,” he reminds you both. “We’ve got a curfew in the building overall, so we can’t be late on this one.”

“I’ll make sure he’s ready,” you reply, trying to wiggle out of his hold. “Let’s go, you. Need to get your stuff together. Can’t be late.”

“Listen to your girl, Shawn,” Cez remarks. “She’s right. Plus, you’ll be free of us and interruptions once you’re back at the hotel. Late call tomorrow since we’re already set here. I’m leaving the door unlocked and open so no funny bunny ok?”

“Thanks, Cez. See you in a few,” you say, trying to nudge at Shawn.

“You know that means we can go to that park in the morning,” you whisper, kissing his chin once Cez is back out in the hallway. “Upsy daisy dear.”

He sighs dramatically, but with a smile, “Only if you promise a little morning love, breakfast in bed and that park in the morning.”

“You drive such a hard bargain,” you giggle. “It’s a deal.”

He kisses you quickly and loudly before sitting up with you still in his hold, “I can’t wait to get you alone alone tonight.”

“Which would be sooner if you got a move on,” you roll your eyes, poking at his chest while his hands palm you ass.

He stops for a moment though, looks at you softly while not taking his eyes off of you.

“Love you pretty girl,” he declares, hand pushing stray strands of your hair away from your cheek, before holding it in his palm.

“Love you too, Shawn.”

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tarlos911ls · 5 years ago

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Title: Love is warm

Summary: Carlos gets shot and tk takes care of his boy. Really it’s just a flesh wound

Fandom: tarlos

Word count: 4,2k

Send me other fic ideas I’d love to write them! Send them to ohmicliffo! That’s my main I’m just can’t post there bc I’m not in the tags!

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“Shot? What do you mean shot?” As soon as he heard the word fall from Michelle’s mouth accompanied by Carlos's name Tk could feel all of the hair on his body stand on end. His limbs stiffened and his foot began to bounce anxiously as his mind raced a mile a minute. Carlos was shot? His Carlos? well.. Not his carlos.. they weren’t dating. But his adjacent. Shot. He was shot. The man he had just seen this morning. The same man that insisted on making him breakfast because it was the most important meal of the day even though Tk always said a granola bar was enough.

“I’m Sorry I just assumed you would have already heard about it..” Michelle spoke as she raised her brows, her face set in that natural doe look she always sported. Obviously not planning to be the one that told Tk the news.

“Is he alright?” Judd was the first one to speak up right behind Tk. His voice startled him, not realizing his other team members had slowly gathered around, equally as taken back when they heard their fellow serviceman had been injured in the line of duty. Injuries of any variety were never easy let alone being shot.

“Yes, yes. It was early in his shift.. It was some punk robbing a convenience store while he was on patrol. nicked him in his side. He was already cleared at noon to go home.” Michelle raised her voice to address the group that had gathered around but everyone knew her words were still pointed at Tk.

Home. He was home already. And he still hadn’t heard about it. He glanced at the clock. He was cleared from the hospital 5 hours ago. Tk was going to give him hell. He took a deep breath and sighed heavily dropping his head as a mix of annoyance and concern raced through his body.

“Home. That’s a good thing. That means he wasn’t hurt too badly.“ Tk felt a hand clasp against his shoulder. Looking back he was met by his father's concerned gaze like he knew exactly what Tk was thinking. Of course he did. Owen strands voice carried a weight about it. A voice you weren't going to question no matter how worried you were. Tk knew he was right, Home was a good thing and he didn’t technically have a right to be annoyed that Carlos didn’t inform him himself. They weren’t dating or anything. Tk turned his head away trying to gather his thoughts while the rest of the crew continued to question michelle on the incident but Tk was too lost in thought to really hear what any one was saying.

“Go, Tk” He heard his father speak again this time directly to him in a low whisper. “ I know you’re not gonna be able to be much help out here if you can’t stop thinking about if he’s okay or not.” Owen patted his sons shoulder and gave him a reassuring smile “We will be fine here for the afternoon. Go on.” Tk gave him a thankful nod before he rushed off.

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Tk had every intention of giving Carlos a piece of his mind as soon as he got to his house. He would keep a stern face and reprimand him for not mentioning it to him as soon as he was cleared from the hospital.He had practiced what he was going to say on the drive over. ‘You should have called me’ ‘ what did your hands get shot off you couldn’t text me?’ 5 hours from the time he was cleared from the to the time Tk actually heard about it from Michelle. ‘5 hours Carlos!!’ he would say.

But now standing in Carlos's doorway as the door swung open all of his annoyance washed away. Tk took an involuntary step forward as he took in a deep breath holding it as his eyes scanned over Carlos's body looking for any missing limbs or large open wounds. the fact michelle said it grazed him didn’t stop Tk’s mind from wandering. There he was in all of his glory, standing in a tight fitting tank top and police academy sweatpants. He was seemingly okay other than the obvious bandage against his waist highlighted from the tight fitting tank top.. Even with the tired bags forming under his eyes Carlos still managed to muster up a smile as soon as he saw Tk.

“ Hey tiger.” Carlos greeting like it was just a regular visit.

“You were shot” Were the first words Tk was able to muster up finally letting go of the breath he was holding.

“Yes.” Carlos gave a simple nod stepping aside allowing the shorter male to come in “But i am okay.” He added on keeping his voice steady more for Tk’s sake than his own.

“ You didn’t call me”

“I’m sorry.. I just don't exactly know how to start that conversation.” Carlos scratched at the back of his head his face contorting apologetically. “Hey, I got shot. I'm okay though.” Carlos raised his hands and pretended to type like he was typing on his phone to send a text. “ That’s not exactly the best way to find out.”

“Well neither was finding out from michelle.” Tk huffed his lips forming into a slight pout as they stood in the middle of Carlos's living room.

“ Really? She has such a nice aura about her I figured that was the best way to find out.” Carlos spoke playfully before he took a step closer to Tk placing his hands on his shoulders attempting to calm and reassure the other. “I’m sorry.” He quickly added. “ I should have told you.. It’s just been a long day. I’m sorry I worried you. I’m okay really. It was just a few stitches” Carlos flashed Tk a sweet smile as if the smile would drive home the point that he was okay. He took a step forward wrapping his arms around the shorter mall pulling him in for a hug. The hug leaned towards his uninjured side. It may have just been a few stitches but it still hurt like a bitch

“ I’m sorry, it's just. It was hard to hear. I know it’s part of the job but..."Tk kept the hug short only wrapping an arm around his good side not wanting to hurt him further. He took a step back and kept his gaze to Carlos's neck avoiding his eyes. But Carlos wasn’t having any of that. He placed his thumb and pointer finger under Tk’s chin tilting his head back slowly so he had no choice but to look up at him meeting his eyes. Tk could feel a weight lift off his shoulders as soon as their gazes locked into each other. Something about Carlos put him at ease. Those brown eyes drove his crazy and relaxed him at the same time.

“ Tyler Kennedy, I’m okay.” Carlos spoke with a soft authority as his thumb carefully caressed Tk’s chin. Tk couldn’t stop himself from leaning into the gentle touch.

“You were the one shot. I’m supposed to be taking care of you, shouldn't i? Not the other way around” Tk teased with another exasperated huff pointed towards his own dramatics. Carlos only smiled down at him with a type of fondness that Tk had never seen before. A type of fondness that filled his body with a new found warmth and love that he was just wanted to hold onto and keep forever.

“Maybe I like taking care of you.” Carlos raked his fingers though Tk’s hair slowly as his thumb moved to glide against his cheek bones. “Look. I have to change the bandages. You can see that it's not so bad.”

Normally Tk wasn’t the type to gawk at new injuries but he couldn't lie and say his interest wasn’t slightly peaked as carlos pulled him back to his bathroom. Tk would have gotten distracted by Carlos's torso if it wasn’t for the little wince that flashed over his face when he raised his shirt up over his chest.

“Are you in a lot of pain?” He couldn’t help but ask as he watched Carlos thoroughly wash his hands.there against his left hip was a large square bandage about 12 inches on each side.

“Yes.” Carlos admitted before he began pulling on the adhesive. “But I have been through worse.” He added calmly. Tk made a mental note to ask what exactly ‘worse’ meant before his attention was pulled to the wound that was revealed. It Looked about 7 inches long held together by a string of stitches. Around the wound was an accumulation of dried blood and a darkening purplish bruise. Tk took a step closer as he watched Carlos drag an alcohol pad carefully around the stitches removing any dried blood or debris. Once he was satisfied he grabbed another large bandage pulling back a protective seal to reveal the adhesive edges. Carlos carefully lined it up to his side in the mirror and smoothed it over his skin making sure it would stick.

“See? I will be juuuuust fine” Carlos dragged out his words as he straightened his body and pulled his shirt back down flashing Tk an award winning smile. Tk took another step forward and raised a hand placing it against Carlos's shoulder.

“We should uh. Sit. shouldn’t you be resting or something?”

“In my defense i was trying to until there was a knock on my door.” Carlos couldn;t help but tease. “ No, I’m kidding. I should be but.. I can't. I usually sleep on that side so it’s just a little difficult. I was just watching come tv in my room.. Come on.” Carlos flicked off the light in his bathroom and shut the door behind him. It was Tk that reached for Carlos's hand, intertwining their fingers for the short walk to Carlos's bedroom. He let Carlos climb into the bed first making himself comfortable in his little cocoon of blankets and pillows.

“Come here” Carlos raised his arm beckoning Tk to lay at his side. Tk simply shook his head not budging.

“No. no way i’m not gonna risk hitting your side.”

“Tk.”

“Carlos..”

Carlos grumbled rolling his eyes in the man's direction before he slowly repositioned himself so there was room on his other side. He patted his bed next to him waiting for Tk to join him. Tk kicked off his shoes and climbed into the plush bed. Instead of laying next to him to cuddle up to Carlos's side, Tk sat up slightly higher allowing Carlos to be the one to cuddle in close to him.

“I’ll allow it.” Carlos said with a faux annoyance as he rested his head against Tk’s chest. He let out a content sigh as one of Tks hands went straight to Carlos's hair slowly carding through it as the pari found instant comfort in each other's presence. Tk knew he wasn’t good with words. He never really was, even in his last relationships he always struggled to find the words that matched up with his feelings. Now was no different.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Tk had asked.

“I’m afraid it's not that crazy of a story.” Carlos smiled telling the day back as if it was just a boring article about a sale on produce in the local paper. “I was patrolling when I noticed a few people frantically running out of a small corner store. I ran in and saw a boy no older than 18 holding up this frail old lady at gunpoint for what was in her cash register. Well I startled him and his gun went off. I don't even think he purposely fired the trigger because as soon as he did he dropped the gun and raised his hands in surrender. The fast turn over I've ever had to deal with.” Tk held his breath at the retelling as he peered up at the ceiling quietly.

“When.. when i heard that you were hurt...i” His words came out quiet and choppy like he couldn’t find his train of thought. He knew they had already gone over this when Tk had first gotten to carlo’s home. But he couldn’t help but emphasize. This time around he spoke with more emotion, His goal not to communicate annoyance about not being told but to communicate his feelings for the other man. They weren’t dating which was mostly Tks doing. He hadn’t been ready for that level of commitment. But he couldn’t help the emotion that washed over him

Carlos understood. He knew exactly what feelings Tk was trying to convey. That feeling in the pit of your stomach when you find out someone close to you was injured. A feeling that haunted every one of your thoughts nagging at you reminding you of life's cruel misfortunes. A feeling that wouldn’t go away even long after finding out that person was okay.Carlos kept quiet wanting Tk to be able to get his words out without interruption. He needed him to know that his thoughts and feelings would be listened to in full and not disregarded.

“ When i heard it i just..I was so afraid. Even after michelle told me it was just a flesh wound. I was so afraid.” Tk leaned his head down burying his face into Carlos's hair letting himself take in the man’s sent. It was growing to be one of Tk’s favorite smells. “ I hate the idea of anything happening to you. Of … losing you.” Tk finally admitted. Carlos tightened his arm around Tk’s torso. Of course the fear came from Carlos being hurt but the real fear was what if that bullet was higher and a little bit more to the right.

“I’m afraid too you know..” Carlos pulled back just slightly so he could look up at Tk. he laid his cheek against his shoulder as he idly played with the necklace that always hung around Tk’s neck. “The idea of you walking into a burning building and not coming out..” Tk’s eyes wondered over Carlos's tired face studying each line, crevice, and carve like he was trying to memorize what he looked like in this moment. “ I know it’s part of the job. But it will never be easy.. Watching the people you care about put themselves in compromising and life threatening positions like that. But we do it for a reason right? To help people. To protect our community.”

“Definitely doesn't mean it's easy. Even when I watch my dad go in to help someone it's hard. But with my dad it's like… I’m there to help if he needs me too. With you.. I can’t protect you when you go out there.” Tk chewed on the inside of his lip oblivious to why a devilish grin grew on Carlos's lips “what?” he asked.

“Aw, you wanna protect me, ty?” Carlos asked in a sing song voice pinching playfully at Tk’s side. Tk rolled his eyes with a dramatic sigh before he grabbed the tv remote.

“Just watch your stupid show and go to sleep before i smother you with your own pillow!” Tk shoved the remote into Carlos's hand, unable to hide his smile or the blush that flooded his cheeks.

“If i fall asleep can you wake me up in a few hours? I have to change my bandage again.” Tk nodded at the question grabbing his phone setting an alarm for himself in a couple hours to wake up the man.

“I’ve got you, Officer.” He showed him the screen and smiled before setting it on the bedside table. Both of the men turned their attention to the tv as Carlos pressed play on his show hoping to keep his mind occupied from the slight dull pain in his side.

Tk hadn’t noticed how long the pair was laying there in bed until the sun shining through the window turned to deeper oranges and pinks until it settled into purples and blues engulfing the room in darkness. He reached over to turn on the bedside lamp restoring light to the room. It wasn’t until he turned back that he noticed Carlos had actually fallen asleep against his side. His breathing fell into a steady rhythm and his face appeared peaceful. The image next to him caused a calmness to settle over Tk. he grabbed the remote gently from Carlos limp hand and turned the tv off not wanting the man to wake up from a sudden loud noise.

Tk didn’t mind the silence. Usually he would do everything in his power to drown out the silence with idle music or noise of some kind not wanting his own thoughts to flood his mind. But now it was different. Now there was carlos. Instead of the usual anxious thoughts that raced through his mind there was carlos. now was his opportunity to really study the man without feeling weird about staring.His eyes wandered over his face admiring his beauty from the way his eyelashes gently laid against his tanned skin or the way his lipos formed a natural pout like they were begging to be kissed. And boy did Tk want to kiss him. Now more than ever.

Tk raised a hand dragging a thumb slowly over the side of Carlos's face caressing his smooth skin from his temple, over his pronounced cheek bone, to the curve off his ears, down his jaw, gently over his bottom lip, and then barely ghost up the bridge of his nose. Tk could get lost like this. He knew it would be easy to let himself fall into everything that Carlos was at this point. He could get used to the smell of his sheets, the routine of getting up early in the morning for breakfast instead of just grabbing a granola bar at the last minute. He could get accustomed to what degree to turn the knobs in the shower for the perfect temperature shower.

And his body. Tk could get lost in Carlos's body. The way those arms wrapped around him after a long day of work, their lips melting together in a passionate kiss, Carlos’s hand finding its way to the hold the back of Tk’s head while their bodies molded together easily like they were made to fit into each other perfectly. Maybe the risk of loss would be worth it this time around. People always ask him when he gets overly anxious “Does the risk match the reward?” Normally his answer would be no. But with carlos.. The reward was double. The opportunity to have Carlos even for a little while outweighed any fear he had.

Tk hummed softly to himself leaning his body closer to Carlos’s sleeping frame gently resting his forehead against Carlos's enjoying their closeness. He couldn’t help but melt when he felt the way Carlos leaned into him even in his sleep further forming their bodies together. Tk relaxed fully prepared to sleep just like this with their foreheads pressed together. That was until the alarm on his phone sounded.

“Shit!” Tk quietly grumbled as he jolted away grabbing at his phone to turn off the alarm. He looked back at the sleep man staying very still for a long moment while Carlos stirred making sure he didn’t fully wake him up. The bandage. Tk thought to himself as he chewed on the inside of his lip. He couldn’t bring himself to wake up Carlos knowing how hard it was for him to get to sleep in the first place. Slowly, Tk pulled back Carlos's shirt eyeing up the injury.. Maybe he could do it? Tk had asked himself. As long as he was gentle Carlos probably wouldn’t even notice and it was important that he got sleep.

Tk kept his movements slow and silent as he swung his legs over the side of the bed. The coolness of the hardwood floor against Tks bearfeet sent a quick shiver up his spine as he stood up walking back to the bathroom. Thoroughly, he washed his hands the with antibacterial soap carlos had next to his sink before he grabbed the supplies he needed to help his … friend? Boyfriend..? Companion? Tk pushed the thought away as he padded his way back to carlos’s bed side setting his bandages and little alcohol pads on the bedside table.

Keeping his eyes glued to Carlos's face for any movement, Tk began removing the previous bandage. He kept one hand on Carlos’s side while the other pulled on the adhesive strip making sure that his skin wasn’t tugged too much. It took longer than it would have normally if it weren't for not wanting to wake the sleeping man but eventually Tk removed the used bandage folding it up and discarding it in the nearby bin. The stitched up wound didn’t look bad this time around. The bruise was still a mix of vibrant purples and blues but there wasn’t much dried up blood. Tk grabbed one of the alcohol pads very gently dragging it around the area until he was satisfied it was cleaned the same way Carlos did it a few hours ago. Grabbing for the new bandage Tk pulled back the protective strip revealing the adhesive edges before he lined it up with Carlos’s side. Again Tk watched carlos’s face for any movements or signs of discomfort as he smoothed the edges against carlos’s skin making sure it stayed where it was supposed to be. Once he was all finished he pulled Carlos's shirt back down over his torso and pulled one of the thin blankets up around him like he was loosely tucking him into bed. Finally he gathered up all of the leftover trash and dropped them all into the bin to be properly disposed of later.

Tk turned his attention back to carlos unable to stop himself from leaning forward to press a gentle kiss to carlos’s forehead.

“Hmm.” a soft little hum fell from Carlos’s hips as he stirred in bed again his eyes fluttered open once Tk looked down at him.

“ What? I did all of that and you wake up when I kiss your forehead?” Tk kept his voice quiet like he was still afraid to interrupt the man's slumber.

“ What can I say? I’m a sucker for your lips” Carlos easily teased, his words slurring together but was quickly followed with “ Wait..? All of.. What?” Carlos asked his voice deep and groggy still riddled with sleep.

“I uh. Changed your bandages.. I didn’t want to wake you. It was going fine until I kissed your forward.” Tk said with a tone that seemed almost embarrassed for performing the nice gesture.Carlos opened his eyes fully at this looking up at Tk with those same fond eyes as earlier.

“ Don’t look at me like that carlos!” Tk turned his head away

“You did that for me? So you wouldn’t have to wake me up?” A smile tugged on the corners of Carlos's lips. It was Carlos's turn to have that warmth spread through his body. The realization that someone really cared for you. Maybe Tk wasn’t good with words but he was good with action. Instead of long declarations of love all of Tks feelings went into the action he performed. Like going out of his way to take care of Calos even just to let him sleep a little bit longer. Love wasn’t always the words you said to someone. It was the little things and he liked these little things with Tk.

“ Obviously it wasn't a well thought out plan. Just no forehead kisses next time.” Tk walked to the other side of the bed pulling the little string on the bedside lamp sliding back into this warm spot. Carlos’s eyes followed him the whole way with that same smile and those same fond eyes.

“No. no i like forehead kisses do not take those off of your todo lists. I don’t mind being woken up like that.” Carlos added reaching arm out pulling Tk into his side this time willing Tk to lay his head on Carlos's chest “come here you won’t hurt me. I promise.” Carlos added wanting to reassure him before Tk even got a chance to voice his concern.

“Hey” Carlos nudged softly placing his thumb and pointer fingers under Tk’s chin pulling his face up so they were looking at each other. Without much warning Carlos leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to Tk’s lip for the first time that night. It didn’t grow in passion and it wasn’t rough it was just a soft reminder that he was there. They were together and everything was going to be okay. Carlos dragged his thumb over Tk’s jaw as their lips pulled apart with a sweet smile. Tk sighed contently as he laid his cheek against Carlos’s broad chest making sure none of his limbs were close to his wounds. Having the comfort of Tk in his arms, it was easy for Carlos to slip back into sleep with Tk close behind both men taking solace in each other's warmth.

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