#thinking bout' the new days ✨

[moody-alcoholic]

Freaky Friday

+18 MDNI explicit content

Its Friday which means I try writing new things. This week ✨double penetration.✨ I really had a scene like this envisioned for the finale of missing piece but I couldn’t wrap my head round it. Anyway thought this week was the perfect opportunity to give it another go! I pulled what I had saved in my drafts folder and cleaned it up, it’s definitely something…

Summary: Ghoap x reader. 2.5k words. Johnny suggests some fun in the bedroom.

CW: +18 MDNI explicit content Smut, sex, threesome, double penetration (ass & vagina), oral (M&F receiving), overstimulation, PiV sex, anal, spanking (it’s like once), grinding/ dry humping, little bit of aftercare.

Masterlist - AO3

Enjoy ya filithy animals <3

“How ‘bout we try double penetration.” Johnny says over dinner one day. You almost choke on your carrot.

“Fitting conversation for the dinner table as ever Johnny.” Simon says shaking his head as he forks more food in his mouth. You chuckle as Johnny winks at you. 

“I’m serious though, if you want to of course?” He says tipping his head to the side looking at you. You look over at Simon who sips on his glass of wine.

“I don’t know maybe. It seems complicated.” You feel yourself blushing as reach for your wine glass.

“I’ve been doing some research and I think I've got it figured out.” Johnny say smiling and putting another fork of food in his mouth. 

“Watched an instructional video did you?” Simon asks raising an eyebrow.

“Many, and I think I've cracked it.” He says pointing his fork at Simon

“It would be easy, Si you can take the front I'll take the back. You wouldn't even have to do anything love, just sit there and take it.” Johnny explains bluntly. You think about it, it did sound interesting. Something you thought would come up eventually anyway given the situation of the relationship. You didn't expect it to be over Sunday dinner though. Maybe that’s why Johnny went to so much effort, to ease the blow of bringing it up.

“Okay, we could try. I have Tuesday off next week. How about then?” You look round the table. You feel like you could see a smile forming on Simon's lips. Maybe he was more up for it then he seemed to be.

“Its a date.” Johnny says raising his glass

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When Tuesday rolls around you’re strangely nervous. You don’t want to be a disappointment, but if Johnny meant what he said that you would basically just have to hold onto Simon and they would do the rest. This is definitely the most adventurous thing you’d done with them so far. Also the thing that’s required the most ‘prep’ work.  

“You sure you’re okay with this?” Simon asks you quietly as you come out the bathroom.

“Yeah, are you?” You ask trying to hide the nervousness in your voice. 

“Yeah, just remember if you want to stop just say. You know how enthusiastic Johnny can get.” Simon says. You smile nodding and he wraps his arm round your shoulder as you walk with him into the bedroom. Johnny is stood in just his boxers patting down the sheets on the bed. This is the first time you’ve planned for sex. Most of the time its just spontaneous. 

“Okay Simon sit on the end of the bed.” Johnny says. 

“What no foreplay?” Simon asks pulling his shirt off. 

“Oh, they’ll be foreplay. I just need to see how this works.” Johnny says as Simon sits down on the end of the bed. You go over to him as Johnny instructs you to sit on his knees facing Simon. You follow the instructions Simon’s hands wrap round your back and he holds you in place. Its not the most comfortable position with Simon’s large thighs. He scoots back on the bed a bit and you straddle over his waist smiling at him as you feel his cock twitch between the layers of fabric.

Johnny comes up behind you standing between Simon’s legs his hands squeeze your ass. You hear Johnny hum as you look down at Simon laid back propped up on his elbows. You start grinding up against him, feeling his cock grow in his pants. You lean down to kiss him as Johnny runs his hands up your back under your shirt. You sit up letting Johnny take it off over your head and fling it to the side. Simon’s face lights up as your breasts fall free and you move off him so he can take his trousers off. You’re kneeling on the bed as Johnny strips his boxers off.  

“Why don’t you sit on his face?” Johnny asks. You look down at Simon who nods. Guess you’re trying two new things tonight. You pull your underwear off and straddling over Simon’s face. His hands reach up and grab your ass you look down as him smiling as you let him lower your body onto his mouth. His tongue licks from your entrance to your clit, you let out a moan reaching forward for something to grab. You don’t find anything instead digging your nails into your thighs. It feels weird, this new position. Simon’s strong his arms holding your legs securely in place. You move one of your hands to your breasts cupping one and squeezing the nipple, it sends waves of pleasure down to your already aching pussy.

You hear Johnny behind you, the guttural sounds coming from his throat as he pleasures Simon. It’s hot, the noises he’s making sending vibrations through your body, not helped by the fact Simon keeps moaning making your clit spasm with each suck. You wish you could turn and see, you stop trying to grind on Simon’s face as you moan feeling yourself getting closer to the edge. Your nails are dug deep in your legs as you tip your head back, thighs accidentally squeezing Simon’s head as you cum. You feel him groan under you as you loosen your legs hearing Johnny chuckle behind you. You’re still panting when you flop your body to the side hearing Simon suck in gasps of air. 

“Sorry.” You say between breaths. Simon smiles looking over at you laying next to him, the pulsating between your legs is fading but the ache is still there. You scoot yourself down the bed and roll over so you’re face to face with Simon, who’s propped himself back up on his elbows. You both look down at Johnny who has a smirk on his face, knelt between Simon’s legs watching you both with his hands still working Simon’s shaft. You give Simon a quick kiss then you sit up swinging your legs over his stomach.

You feel Johnny grip your waist pulling you down to meet Simon’s pelvis. You reach behind you feeling for his cock. Your thumb circles around the familiar tip, your hand thrusts down, already so wet with a mix of Johnny’s saliva and Simon’s precum. You kneel up and over him guiding the tip to your entrance. You look down at him he’s still up on his elbows as you ease yourself down on him. You watch his expression change as his eyes roll back and he lets his body flop down. You move up and down on him feeling Johnny come behind you, hands wrapping round to your breasts, squeezing your nipples. It makes you moan Johnny’s name and Simon’s hands find your thighs.

“Feel good?” Johnny asks breathing down your neck. You hum in response as he starts kissing your neck, tongue dancing over the sensitive spots. You don’t need anything else you don’t even need to play with your clit you could just ride Simon and let Johnny play with you until you cum. You said you would try this though and honestly how hard can it be.

Johnny gently angles your body forward a bit and Simon looks up feeling your change in pace. Your body now arched forward slightly means Simon’s cock is hitting a new spot that's making clench down on him, he can feel it too becoming more vocal his hands squeezing your thighs. Simon’s beautiful moans are making it harder to concentrate. You get distracted by the sound of a drawer opening behind you, and what sounds like a cap of something. 

“Lube,” Johnny says as he sees you trying to turn. You feel one of his hands on the bottom of your back as you hear the other rubbing lube over his cock. You stop bouncing when you feel Johnny’s hand run between your ass cheeks. You clench again you don’t mean to. Simon sits up one of his hands coming round your back. You don’t know how he can be comfortable but he presses his lips to yours as his tongue works in your mouth Johnny’s fingers press up against your hole. It feels strange but you're too distracted as you moan in Simon’s mouth. 

“So soft.” Johnny breaths his other hand running up your back. You pull away from Simon as you feel Johnny’s finger on your ass replaced with the tip of his cock. 

“You ready?” Johnny asks you look at Simon and feel him twitch inside you. You realise he's been doing all the work grinding his hips into you. 

“Yeah,” you reply. Your arms wrapping round Simon’s neck. Johnny presses his back up against you as he slowly pushes into you. You gasp, it feels like all the air is sucked out your lungs. Johnny pauses as you clench round them both. 

“Fuck love,” Simon says breathing into your neck. 

“Christ, you feel amazing.” Johnny says pushing in a little further. You let out a moan feeling shivers run up your body. Your hips start buck against Simon feeling his cock pulse against your dripping walls. You can feel yourself slipping round his hips. Johnny pushes up inside you with one last thrust. It feels good, you feel full like you’re almost too tight being able to feel each movement from them.

Johnny was right as soon as him and Simon got comfortable all you really has to do was sit there. It took a few seconds to get used to it but before you knew it you were a painting mess your head slumped in Simon’s neck. One of Johnny’s hands ran up your hair lightly gripping it as his fingers massaged your scalp. You feel each thrust they’re making as your bodies all become a hot sweaty mess.

Sometimes their thrusts are in sync and its like fucking fireworks as moan out. They’re getting faster and you’re being bounced around more. Hearing Simon and Johnny moaning while their both inside you is amazing, its almost too much you’re starting to feel overstimulated. You know Simon is close by his painting and tight grip on you. 

“Johnny..” you breath as you tip your head back. He turns his face to kiss your cheek. You try to move your head as you do his lips meet yours. Its hot and sloppy your lips trying to stay together while you’re bring moved around. You’re not going to last much longer. Johnny seems to be able to tell as he increases his speed as Simon struggles to match him. Now Johnny is almost picking you up in his arms and bouncing you on them both.  

“Christ, Johnny..” is the only warning you get from Simon before he cums, its a few thrusts later you feel yourself cuming too, the feeling of Simon’s cock throbbing inside you pushing you over the edge. You call Simon’s name as you cum feeling Johnny resting you down on him while he continues to fuck you from behind. Simon flops down on the bed. His hands still gripping your thighs, you watch his chest rising and falling as he takes deep breaths.  

“Did so fucking well taking us both.” Johnny says he's almost feral pushing down on your lower back bending you forward. You feel Simon’s spent cock slip out of you and he moans. Its a completely new feeling now having just Johnny inside you, you feel almost empty. You moan at the praise as your clit starts rocking against Simon’s half hard twitching member. He’s almost shaking from overstimulation maybe you should get off him. But it feels too good you’re still so sensitive if this keeps up you’re going to cum again.

You plant your hands on Simon’s chest, you can feel his heart racing as you try not to dig your nails into him. It just feels too good and you bend over completely your head resting on his chest. Simon’s arms rub round your back. You hear Johnny grunting behind you as you angle your hips to chase the pleasure building inside you. You’re incoherently moaning and calling names as Simon’s hands brush over you. You listen to Johnny’s moans, and praises telling you how good you’ve been.

The orgasm takes you by surprise you squeeze your eyes closed moaning into Simon’s chest. Johnny cums too as you’re clenched around him so tight he has to almost fight to keep inside you. You’re panting wet mess on Simon’s chest, Johnny bent over your back, you can feel his chest pressed up against you his heart racing. You both just lay there on top of Simon, Johnny feeling like a warm weighted blanket. 

“Move Johnny,” Simon says after a few seconds slapping Johnny’s thigh.

“In a second Si,” Johnny replies between breaths. You chuckle which makes him move you let out a yelp as he pulls out of you, your whole body tingling with overstimulation. Johnny slaps your ass which makes you jump and you go to sit up but Simon keeps his arms around you keeping you in place. 

“I’m going for a shower, there’s room for more.” Johnny says, you know he’s winking at Simon you can almost hear it. A shower does sound nice, you let out a long breath and Simon loosens his arms so you can sit up. You almost slip off him your thighs coated in your slick and cum.

You move to get off the bed Simon stands behind you. Your legs are wobbly as you both make your way to the bathroom. They have a big shower, maybe that was on purpose it means it’s perfectly comfortable for all three of you. You enjoy being pressed against their bodies as you wash each other. It’s a different kind of pleasure, feeling their hands run over you almost fighting each other for touch over your sensitive spots.

You let the steam make you sleepy your body always pressed against one of their chests, with the warm water splashing on your back you could nap right there. When you exit the shower your body feels heavy and you almost slip on the tiles. Someone grab's your arms pulling up up. It’s Simon he throws a towel over you and scoops you up in his arms. 

“Bedroom or sofa?” He asks.

“Bedroom.” You yawn. He puts you down and you dry yourself off as you pull on some underwear and a shirt. You crawl into bed as Simon grabs some clothes for him and Johnny.

“Don’t let me sleep too long, I have work tomorrow.” You say as your head hits the pillow. Simon chuckles.

“Okay, we’ll wake you up for dinner.” He says as he steps out the door. 

“I love you Simon.” You call. 

“I love you too.” He replies as he closes the door.  

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I really don't know how I feel about this but I tried. XD

[thatone-brightstar]

someone i saw in a dream once...| C. Berzatto x fem!reader oneshot

a/n: creds to the lovely @thebearer bc i love her dad!carm blurbs and wanted to try it out myself... loved it btw. happy holidays and happy new year to you all 🎄✨🧸

ps. I was actually gonna call this "a very merry hoe-liday special" lol

WARNINGS: smut, piv unprotected sex, dirty talk, reader is on birth control but isn't mentioned (wrap it up IRL tho), minors DNI but you'll do what you want so don't say I didn't warn you

“Yours?” He asked lazily.

“Uh… no.” A nervous laugh escaped your chest from your space on the warm bed, one of his arms wrapped around you as the other played with your hand above the covers. “I don’t wanna argue about why we haven’t baptized her yet, again.”

“That’s fair.” He responded with a chuckle. 

“Yours?” You asked back.

Carmy shook his head immediately. “Fuck no.” 

“Y’know, she’s gonna ask why we’ve never been to her Grams when she’s older…” 

“And when she’s older. I’ll tell her ‘bout the time her ‘Grams’ ran the car through the living room on Christmas Eve.” He stayed silent for a little longer and you moved your gaze from your intertwined hands to his creased brows. 

As best as you could, you pulled your other arm from under the covers and up to caress the side of his jaw, drawing his eyes back to you.

“I don’t wanna put her through that shit.” 

You nodded and offered a thin smile “No- I know.” then dropped your head back over his warm chest. “We don’t have to do anything. We’ll just stay here, watch somethin’ make breakfast… and maybe see the lights when it’s not so cold out.”

“You think she’ll like that?”

“Oh yeah,” You reassured. “Pjs all day, presents and The Grinch? She’s gonna eat that shit up.” Your words made Carmy chuckle again, the sour memory buried back as he leaned down to kiss your forehead. 

“I dunno why she likes that movie…” He murmured, adding kiss after kiss around your beaming face. “Fuckin’ green thing’s creepy.”

You laughed and slid your arms around his neck while he dropped slowly over your laying body. “Probably reminds her of you, you grinch.”

“Oh yeah? You think I’m a grinch?” Carmy teased, smiling as he continued to drag his lips along your skin, down the side of your jaw and to the little spot against your neck that drew shaky breaths.

One of his hands pushed against the plush mattress to hold himself up while the other began to rake smoothly up your naked thigh. You nodded in agreement, giggling when the soft curls tickled the side of your cheek.

“Save it for naptime-” You reminded him. “Your kid’s got the best timing-”

Almost like clockwork, three little knocks barely rattled the door and you raised your brows up at Carmy.  ‘Told ya’ you mouth at him then asked teasingly “Who is it?”.

A little giggle made it past the wood, followed by a tiny voice. “Me mamma!” And another three hurried knocks.

“Come in!” You sang back again as Carmy pushed himself off you and you leaned up just in time to hear the door creak and catch the tiny human hurling herself into the unmade bed. “Omf!”

“Merry Christmas!” She shouted with extended arms once she managed to balance herself over the duvet on her knees. 

She threw her tiny arms around both of your necks and pulled you in for a hug as tight as her little strength allowed her. You corresponded the embrace, one arm circling her, while the other hugged Carmy. 

“Oh merry Christmas, pretty girl! Did you go see what Santa brought you?” You asked, pushing back the wild hairs she had inherited from her father. She shook her head no. 

“Aren’t you curious?” Carmy asked and she nodded. “Cause I think I heard a little bell last night…”

That was enough to rattle her excitement even more, a gasp obvious over her flushed cheeks and before you could say anything else, she dragged herself off the bed and onto the floor. 

“C’mon Daddy!” The little girl ordered, taking his hand and dragging him out the room with her. 

Your smile beamed as you waved a teasing goodbye at him, then threw yourself back, stretching your limbs into the bed. 

“Mommy hurry up!” You heard travel through the hallway and sighed out a short laugh.

“Comin’!”

**********

“Vale, baby, not so close to the tv, okay?” You reminded the toddler from your space by the kitchen counter, slicing up fruit for breakfast.

“I don’t get it…” Carmy continued muttering by your side while whisking the batter. 

You sniggered at his tone and shrugged. The theme song to the movie played through the speakers again and you could hear her little voice sing along as the stuffy in her hands danced to the tune. 

“I mean, what even is he?”

“a who…” You answered obviously and he furrowed his brows again.

“a what?”

“No daddy-“ She turned around and pushed herself up on the back of the couch to try and appear bigger, stuffed grinch hanging loosely from one of her hands. “a who!”

You laughed as Carmen nodded jokingly, mouth trapped in an obvious ‘oh’ shape and the sound of your laugh made her giggle even harder, before carefully crawling off the couch and padding her way into the kitchen beside him.

“What’cha making?” She asked curiously, standing on her socked toes beside him but barely reaching the top of the counter with her nose.

“Pancakes. You wanna help?” He asked and she nodded excitedly. 

Carmy turned to you with a small smile while wiping his hands on his rag, then moved down to pick up the awaiting child, who wrapped her tiny legs as much as she could around his torso.

“Alright chef Valentina,” He began, making her giggle and curl up against his side. “ wanna pour the chips in?”

He sat her on the edge by the bowl and handed her the cup filled to the brim with chocolate chips. It took both of her little hands to hold it and with slightly clumsy movements, she poured them in slowly. 

“Atta girl…” He whispered, holding the bowl steady so she could whisk them in, and something about the sweetness in his tone warmed your heart.

You eyed them every few seconds, an ever present smile on your face. It really did warm your heart to see him that way, sweet and nurturing and kind. Carmy was what you always hoped to find in a partner one day, the kind of person you dreamed about but always assumed you’d never have; yet there he was, perfectly present as he helped your daughter flip pancakes for christmas breakfast. 

“Mommy look!” She called towards you, making your smile grow twice as big, if that was even possible.

“I see baby, good job!” You praised too and moved to their side.

She stood on her step stool over the pan, at a careful distance from the fire, while you and Carmy guarded her sides. A kiss was placed on her wild hair as you brushed your hand over her back then laced in into Carmy’s arm, leaning your head on his shoulder. A pleasant feeling of contentment washed over you.

**********

Breakfast took up most of your morning, between batter stains and sticky blueberry maple syrup, it was as if the tiring action of flipping a couple pancakes had worn your daughter out and before her plate was finished, her head had begun tipping into it every few seconds. 

Carmy chuckled as he watched her chew herself to sleep for the third time while he got up to start clearing out the table. 

“I got it.” You whispered, afraid to wake her up, though she was already out like a light against her high chair. “You go put her to bed.”

“Alright little grinch,” He cooed and as soon as he pulled her up from her chair, her limp body draped over his chest. “how does a nap sound?” 

Carmy kept mumbling sweet words and rubbing her back in a soothing manner as he carried her into the room. You would have joined them, but he was always the better one to put her to sleep. Something about him gave her a calming and safe sensation. 

While Carmy took his time in your daughter’s room, you began to tidy up the kitchen. The ending scenes of the grinch passed through and the last songs served as ambience while you worked. You hummed along to the soundtrack, washing the last few dishes, when an arm gingerly circled your waist and the warmth of his chest pressed to your back. 

“Merry Christmas.” He whispered beside your ear, pressing a kiss to your flushed cheek as a beautifully wrapped box appeared in front of you.

You half turned to him with a soft smile pushing up against your cheeks. “Carm, we said no presents…”

“Just open it… you’re gonna love it.” Carmy said with his characteristic shy smile as he took the soapy dish from you and handed you a drying rag.

You dried your palms and took the small box with caution. After undoing the ribbon and slowly pulling off the lid, a beautiful heart locket shone back at you, taking your breath away. With a slow finger you traced the soft ridges and the delicate designs, as if a piece of lace had been dipped in molten gold then shaped into the small work of art

“Oh Bear, it's beautiful…” 

“And you can open it too” He added and unhooked his arm from around your hip to take the box back in his hands. 

Carefully, he picked  it up and pinched the sides open to reveal a tiny photo inside. It was from a few months back, you remembered the day. The Bear had just received its second star and Carmy and Syd had decided to close that day to offer another friends & family dinner. Richie had taken it outside the restaurant just before service. Carmy stood in the middle, with his pristine chef’s whites slightly unbuttoned, Val sat on his shoulders in her best dress and full of glee and you leaned onto his side, left hand cupping his cheek and glowing engagement ring full on display.

You sucked in your bottom lip to avoid the tears threatening to spill out, then turned to him fully and beamed with joy up at him. “You’re right, I love it.” 

His proud smile reached the little creases decorating the sides of his eyes before he leaned down to kiss you with adoration. 

Before he could go any further, Carmy blindly placed the necklace back into its box, then slid his fingers past your jaw, burying them in your hair. The movement of his desperate lips over yours left you breathless and despite not wanting to, you moved your face to the side to inhale a few deep and shaky breaths. He stayed glued to your skin, peppering wet kisses over your cheek, jaw and holding your hair up above your neck to grant him greater access into the area.

His other hand roamed down the side of your curves until it reached your hips, then it slid under the thin fabric of your shirt and up again, where it found your naked chest. His thumb skimmed over the tender skin of your nipple, making your hands tighten their grasp around the nape of his neck and sigh out another breath.

“Is she…” You tried to ask but failed as he continued his soft movements. 

“Asleep? Yeah.” He answered in a deep tone and hungry searched your lips once more.

With each stroke of his thumb and pull on your hair, you could feel him grow harder against your abdomen and the images crossing your mind didn’t help calm the arousal in your gut either.

“Good.” You smiled against his kiss and pulled him in deeper. “Room. Now.”

That’s all it took before he nodded rapidly and began taking quick steps forward, guiding you through the short hallway and into your bedroom, shutting the door lightly. Once at the foot of the bed, Carmy pulled your shirt off in one swift movement and dumped it somewhere on the floor. Now both of his hands held you by your ribcage, both palms massaging your chest and pulling little moans from your joined mouths.

“Fuck- I love you so much.” He groaned, slowly dropping you against the mattress and without daring to detach from your kiss, followed close behind.

Your hands found their own way to his hips, desperately pulling at the hem of his shirt until it was over his head in seconds, disheveling his hair even more. “I love you so much.” You mumbled back. 

Your clothes laid discarded around the room in a few seconds, leaving you buried in between the covers and him. A long sigh parted your chest when you finally felt the sweet relief of his cock inside you, matching his tempo with the strokes of his tongue against yours. Your legs parted even deeper to make space for his thrusts, one thigh wrapped around his hips to accentuate them even harder.

“Fuck- Carm-” You moaned close to his face, trying to be as quiet as you could with him slamming into you.

“Shh, shh- you’re doin’ so good baby-” He praised as he adjusted his weight on his arm and wrapped the other around your thigh, pulling it higher up. “God, you feel so- fuuck”

His movements faltered for a second and he gave a soft breathy laugh that fanned the side of your face, then he placed another kiss over your collar bone and began to slam even faster into you. 

Your soft cries vibrated against his skin and fueled his pace, almost rocking the headboard against the wall. Carmy rested his forehead against yours, looking directly into your eyes as he pulled your other leg up and spaced them both beside your elbows. The new change in position had you feeling him so deep in your core you could almost taste him and the way your eyes started to lose focus plastered a grin across his face.

“You love it when I fuck you like that, huh?” He asked in a breathless tone, but all you could do was nod frantically. “So fuckin’ beautiful…” He mumbled over and over.

Each stroke felt deeper than the last, the only indication of your upcoming orgasm was the brows screwed over your face and the trembling of your thighs. Carmy rocked himself continuously into you until you couldn’t take it anymore. A thousand little lights exploded behind your eyes, making your back arch away from the bed and your nails dig into his sturdy shoulders. Your walls contracted against his thick cock as he pushed in a few more strokes, before his chest shuttered with a contained groan and he let himself fall carefully over your panting chest.

Carmy pushed himself off you with effort and rolled to your side, then hooked his arm under your shoulders and pulled you to rest over his still rapidly beating heart.

“How does a nap sound?” He whispered over your head after a few silent minutes.

You chuckled at his tone but nodded in agreement, tracing little shapes over his chest until his beats took a more relaxed tempo and the breaths fanning over your hair grew longer and heavier.

**********

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[munsonsfairy]

my girl ✨🍬🫧

you and eddie are at the mall shopping for some things you’ve been needing. it was time to get a new set of clothes so he took some time off to spend the day with his favorite girl.

usually the two of you went your own ways in a store and met back to hear each other’s opinions about the clothes you picked out. it made it more fun for eddie since he would pick the most hideous shirt just to see your reaction.

you were currently looking through some skirts. too lost in thought to even notice your ex boyfriend making eyes to you but eddie saw. he knew how horribly you were treated in that relationship and felt a sense of protectiveness.

eddie could see him getting closer to you but managed to get their before him. you felt your boyfriend’s arm come around your waist to hold you close to him.

“hey sweet thing. what pretty skirts did you pick today?” eddie laid his chin on your shoulder as you told him all the ways you’ll style each one.

with him blocking your peripheral vision you’re unable to see your ex boyfriend stand there in shock to see eddie with you. i mean yes he knew about you moving on but never thought it would be with someone like eddie.

“oooo, you should that one to dinner tonight!” you paused your rambling and turned to eddie with a raised eyebrow. “before you get all pouty, i got something appropriate.”

he held up a black silk button up. it felt smooth against your finger tips.

you were taken aback because eddie wearing a button up is something you thought you would ever see in this lifetime.

“i also got a new chain to go with it.” it was very different from his other jewelry but with him working he figured why not buy something nice for himself.

“wow. i thought you were going to pull out another can we taco bout it shirt! with you wearing this i’m going to need to find something better!”

eddie wrapped his hands around you and shook his head, “nuh-uh. you are going to wear that skirt. it deserves to be worn by someone beautiful.” he says with a shrug.

eddie’s hand lays around your waist and rubs his thumb against your skin. your boyfriend smirks when he notices the him turning around and speeding away.

“hmm, mine mine mine,” he mumbled against your lips with every kiss.

“what’s got into you?”

eddie shrugs, “just think i’m a lucky guy.”

you saw a glint of mischievous in his eyes but you didn’t ask any more.

walking out of the parking lot eddie saw your ex boyfriend standing by his car stalking at you and eddie. to push your ex over the edge, eddie swooped you off your feet and yelled, “i’m going to marry this girl one day!!”

[olivianyx]

UPDATES ON MY JOURNEY

Heyy all! I've been focusing on my senior professional medical year and it has been stressful. So here are some things I manifested effortlessly and a few things without me thinking about it. Long ass post ahead! ⚠️⚠️

1. Getting more pocket money than usual. Like my parents usually transact in my account like a $80 or $100 AUD per month. But in both feb and march this year, they transacted me $500 and $700 AUD! Plus! I occasionally find $10 or $50 cash in my classroom or on the streets sometimes (and they come lie next to my feet 😭) I'd ask everyone in my class if it's theirs, and they say no. What do y'all expect me to do? Like go and give it to the university management?? 😭 hell no, so i kept it lol.

2. MANIFESTED DIOR'S LIP OILS!! 😭😭 LIKE 5 OF THEM 😭 YOU DON'T KNOW HOW MUCH I'VE OBSESSED WITH LIP OILS 😭😭 AND I WANTED THE RASPBERRY ONE SO BAD, AND GUESS WHAT? I MANIFESTED IT ALONG WITH 4 OTHER SHADESS OMGGG 😭😭😭

3. My crush giving me hints that she's obsessed with me 😭 like she literally told me 'you're so sweet and caring, I've never met a person like this after my grandma' cus her grandma passed away recently and she was so depressed. She even had an eye infection, so she stopped coming to the uni. So i had to make sure she's alright, and met her everyday cus she needed someone real bad. Like she needed to talk to someone and get that thing bothering her outta her head. I was there all along whatever she was going through (don't come at me y'all, ik if we help someone they would say all these things but she's my crush lol so) She's also getting real close to me, like she tells me how annoying people are lol. She loves skin ship, physical touch, being clingy around me, and complimenting me 😭😭 so these are the hints 😭 like friends wouldn't do that right? Would they?? (My friends diss me right in front of everyone 😶)

4. I've always been the type to care too much for the silliest things, nowadays I don't really put my energy into it and become all anxious. My anxiety levels have completely gone down like I'm literally cool asf?? Even while being in public?? Literally yess

5. Manifested getting my hair coloured next week! and my mom permitted me! For my cousin's engagement in april, I wanna be there like the hot younger sister I am lol. I just wanna make my relatives and their kids jealous cus they made fun of me when I was younger (my younger self has been dreaming for this moment) so why not a revenge glow up?? 😭

6. Losing weight even though I eat like a pig due to my study stress. Like literally I ate a 5 course meal one day and lost 2 kgs the next day? (cus I randomly checked my weight for 2 days cus I had to submit my height and weight to the university student records)

7. Getting a natural blush on my face! Like it's such a game changer, I look like a movie star y'all 😭✋🏻

8. My teachers complimenting me for my discipline and high scores. As yk uni professors don't even give af bout students and they complimented me??

9. Getting into a new friend group! My old one was too toxic and they would always bully me (verbally) my new friend group is literally soo damn enjoyable! Like they're the cool kids of the year 😭 and now I'm one too!

10. As I mentioned in my older post that I'm moving into an apartment. We moved in and it was too difficult for me to sleep as the place was new and also there we're disturbances in the night time like stomping noises or playing loud music at night. So the neighbors there were too sweet that they introduced and comforted us that it's okay and if something's bothering us they'll take care of it. And they literally made the people who we're causing those disturbances to vacate out 😭😭✋🏻

11. My hair getting shinier! It was brittle before as I was severely anemic, now my baby hair is back and it's shining ✨

12. I overheard my parents conversing that they should make me audition for an entertainment company....like what? 😭😭✋🏻 when I asked them once years back they denied giving me a 4 hour lecture and now they wanna make me audition?? Like literally 😭 y'all watch me at the Grammy's (after 5 years lol)

13. Getting into the void on command or intention.

14. I literally get free foods everywhere I go 😭😭

15. I got free gifts from my uncle who's living in France! He works at a fashion company and he sent me perfumes and a few outfits (I can't reveal it I'm sorry)

I ONLY WAS THINKING ABOUT GETTING MY LIP OIL, GETTING CLOSE TO MY CRUSH AND FOCUSING ON MY STUDIES. THE REST, I MANIFESTED WITHOUT THINKING ABOUT IT.

SO WHAT NEXT?

I've decided to respawn to my waiting next month. I'm still scripting how my waiting room should be... So it might take time for me. So till then I'm gonna be strengthening my self concept even more, and also getting more and more excited to be in my waiting room! I want my waiting room to be like a more like a sci fi movie and a princess fairytale combined 😭 (ik I'm weird). Like I just want my favorite anime characters to be there to help me script my DR ✋🏻 So I'm kinda in a more excited mode lately to script my waiting room! Will give you updates on how my waiting room will be in a future post! So until then take care, love you, byeeee byeeee!

- olivia 🤍

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hi lovely ! it's milunalupin :)

could i please request remus + "i waited for you" ? 🫶🏼✨

hello my friend, ty for the request!! im working on my big boy fic for james rn but i wanted a little bit of remus as a break <3 (wc: 691)

“You smell good.”

Remus looks at the man taking a seat across from him, appalled by such a comment. Sirius looks equally stunned saying it, wrinkled nose a mirror of Remus’.

“Thank you?”

Sirius shakes his head like this is the wrong response.

“Why do you smell good?”

Remus rolls his eyes, keeping his posture aloof. “Took my annual bath last night.”

Sirius scoffs. “‘Bout time. Your stench was getting harsh on my delicate canine senses.”

That pulls a laugh from Remus, however small.

By the door, he sees you squeezing into the packed pub, side-stepping between rowdy groups of people and looking around. You’re wearing a mid-length skirt, and when you spot the two boys in their booth it swishes around each hasty step.

“Hi,” you breathe, “I’m sorry. They made me start inventory and then I just had to shower and—” Remus stands to offer you some seclusion via the walled side of the bench seat. You wave your rambling apologies away, winded from running around all day. “Nevermind. I need a drink, Remus. Come with?”

“Sit,” he demands softly, “I’ll fetch it.”

You do as you’re told, hanging onto Remus’ words like a takeout fortune, foolishly hopeful that they mean something. If Sirius didn’t demand so much attention, you’d probably turn them over in your head a lot longer, but he really, really does.

“Think you can show us lads up, eh missy?”

Smothering a smile, you stare Sirius down with false bluntness.

“Yep. You’re lucky I even came at all, honestly.”

Sirius laughs, spinning his glass, half empty and through sweating. You realize his drink is the only one on the table.

“I’m surprised you did. You’re so popular, but you stay humble for us.”

��I have to,” you agree, “I could’ve been with people a lot cooler than you guys, but I just felt so bad. You and Remus don’t have anyone else to hang out with now that James is married.”

“Moony, we’re being bullied,” says Sirius, raising his voice a touch to reach the boy in question. Remus places two new drinks on the maple tabletop, sliding in close to you.

“I’m sure we deserve it,” he says, passing one of the fresh glasses off to you. “We’re turning into losers.”

You bring the cool glass to your lips, relaxing further into the familiar booth cushion and eyeing Remus’ new drink.

“Is that your second?”

Remus shakes his head. “My first.”

He tracks your brows as they pull together. They’d been here almost a half hour already.

“I waited for you,” he explains, smiling gently. Your stomach leaps.

“You didn’t have to do that.”

Sirius jumps in, stepping on Remus’ toes.

“That’s what I told him,” he says, “I said you’re too sweet to mind.”

“Don’t listen to him,” Remus says, following up Sirius’ heel. His voice is still wearing the crooning silk he tends to direct towards you. “It’s the polite thing to do. Sirius just has poor manners.”

Across the way, the man in question sputters objections while you try not to laugh.

“I—I’m impolite? I’m impolite! Please. She’s the only one at this table who was late to a hangout one block away from her apartment. I had every right to drink my sorrows away.”

Remus ducks his head and shoots you a cat-like grin, but Sirius isn’t done.

“And it’s not being polite if you’re motivated by a massive crush, Moony, by the way. D’you know he’s wearing cologne?”

You stare at Sirius, because the alternative of looking at Remus (who is flushed beyond measure) is akin to a death sentence.

“Yes,” you admit. You’d smelled it on him when he stood up earlier, a fresh earthy scent that was too sharp to be soap. Sirius points at your face like he’s caught you.

“See? The only people who notice a guy wearing cologne are his miserable best mates, and girls who want to be waited on.” Remus shoots him a glare and he throws his hands up as if to say, sue me. “I’m just helping.”

Remus curses through an exhale and drops his head into his hands.

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Please Please Please - Rafe Cameron Short Story (Part 6 of 6 Final Chapter and Epilogue)

Bonus smut chapter is complete - making final edits now 💕

+18 Minor DNI

Older MobDealer!Rafe x Female Reader

⭐ NEW DROP ⭐

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🪄 Warnings contain spoilers: blood, cheating, swearing, name-calling, threats, soft!rafe, mentions of killing partner, kissing, general violence, guns, fighting, ownership kink, mention of drugs, stabbing, murder, major character trauma, pet names.

📖 Loosely based on the song and music video Please Please Please by Sabrina Carpenter 💕

✨ “You are. You think I’m gonna believe that line of shit. ‘Bout her lyin’ to me? About you beating the livin’ shit out of her to throw me off? ✨

Reader’s POV:

You roll into the parking lot, unable to fight back your smile. The week was long, but the phone conversations with Rafe held you over just enough. The jail in Charleston wasn’t as lax as Kildare County. Understandably, Rafe did not want to push his limits, leaving the phone conversations shorter than you’d hoped they’d be. Until Rafe was out and everything was taken care of, he didn’t want you to leave the penthouse, which meant no face-to-face visits, leaving you craving him even.

Rafe ensured you were taken care of: additional security, groceries sent over, dinner brought by every night, fresh-cut flowers when he thought the old ones had wilted. Rafe had the G-Wagon scrubbed and triple-checked for any additional trackers placed or bugs planted.

He paid a hefty fee to have the cops delete a single recorded call between the two of you. Rafe wanted to know what happened the night he had gotten taken away by the officers. He wanted to know what Tony had said in the voicemail, and what happened between the restaurant and the penthouse. Everything was awful, but the voicemail conjured up the most fury. Rafe dissected each word, dragging Tony; your ex’s vile words just added fuel to the fire, like he needed any more. Rafe was very conscious with his words, careful not to incriminate himself further, emphasizing the importance of the business meeting, and that he was looking forward to it even more now.

Of course, given the situation, you couldn’t ask about Tony. His well-being wasn’t the concern, just curiosity. Where was he? Where did Barry take him? It’s been seven days… He must be well-hidden, or his boys would have found him by now. There’s no way he’s dead… Rafe would never allow Barry to take that pleasure away from him.

A conversation— it’s never a conversation with these men, even more satirical after watching how the first one unfolded. If Tony had been there, this would have been over. Maybe this is how it was supposed to happen. I’m sure Rafe has a few things he wants to say to Tony before he pulls the trigger. There are so many things I want to say to him. I wish I could have been strong enough to take the call at the bar. His words have done nothing but haunt me. But maybe I was meant to hear it too… Any fraction of guilt I had about my choices were eliminated in an instant.

The door of the jail fans open, just like it did the week before; Rafe all smiles once again. He bites his lip as he walks to you, taking you in like it's the very first time. Rafe shakes his head in awe as he looks down at you, clearing the space between as you do the same. You jump into his arms, hugging him tightly, burying yourself in his neck. He kisses wherever he can, mumbling against your soft skin about how you're the prettiest thing he's ever seen and feelings mutual. Seeing the beautiful man before you, paired with all the lovely things he did brings nothing but tears and emotion. “I love you, Rafe. I love you so much,” you snivel.

“Mmm…” He hums happily, taking his turn kissing up the column of your neck to your ear. “I love you, princess.”

You pull back and smile, eyes locked. His ocean eyes shimmer with happy tears as well. Rafe’s gaze falls to your lips, his focus like a magnet pulling you in. Your arms wrap loosely around his neck as he cradles you in his embrace. Rafe backs you against the car, deepening the exchange. Your tongue swirls with his, lips moving in perfect harmony. He smiles along your mouth, nuzzling his nose against yours. “Damn, I missed my girl.”

Rafe grips the steering wheel, the other hand resting on your bare thigh. His gold chain twinkles on his athletic chest, poking slightly out of his black fitted polo. It had taken everything in your power not to pull him into the back seat after watching him change out of the button-down he walked in with, still sprinkled with blood from the club. He looks at you with a smirk, catching you gawking, loving every second of your attention. “It’ll be a short meeting. Aight? Think you can wait?” He teases, making your cheeks warm up as you fight back a dizzy laugh.

“Honestly, I don’t think I can.” You take his hand in yours, lifting it, kissing his fingers one by one. “I still have to thank you, baby.”

Rafe releases a lusty laugh, relaxing in his leather seat a little more. “Trust me, princess. I have not forgotten. I've thought about it every night. But, a ‘thank you’ is not necessary… I love takin’ care of you, and I always will.” The car speeds past the town’s welcome sign, barreling toward the Atlantic.

“Where are we going?” You ask.

“You’re droppin’ me off at the beach house, baby. You can head over to Tanneyhill. I’ll meet you there when I’m done, and we can get out of here. How does that sound?” He smiles. You clear the lump in your throat, trying to focus on the question Rafe is asking, but your mind is fixated on the rest of his words. Rafe wants me to leave? “Baby?” he asks gently. 

“I’m dropping you off…” You question uneasily. “Don’t you want me to come with you? Don’t you need me close by?”

The muscles in Rafe’s arms flex as he tightens his hand around the steering wheel, shaking his head ‘no’ as he narrows his sights on the road. “I don’t want you to see this, princess,” he responds levelly, his eyes landing on yours.

“Couldn’t Barry take care of him?” You invite without thinking. Rafe’s brows knit tightly, a puzzled look pulling on his beautiful face.

“No… Why, baby?” He asks, trying his best to keep his compass on the road ahead.

“I don’t know,” you answer hastily. “I just don’t - I don’t know.” Your stomach sinks, uneasiness setting in. After everything that Tony has done and said, he’s better off dead, but thinking about him dying at the hands of Rafe mere minutes from now had your heart racing. I can't help but think about the fact that he bamboozled Rafe not once but twice. He would have walked into an ambush at the strip club without me there… He had no clue the drugs were planted in the Mercedes. “I don’t know!”

“What don’t you know, exactly?” He asks as he pulls up to the beach house, sailing into the driveway, pulling between a vintage BMW and the white van that Tony got taken away in. Rafe turns toward you, demanding your attention. “Are you having second thoughts about this?” He questions, his words dripping with accusation.

“No!” You gasp. “I - I just. I don’t know, Rafe. I’m just freaking out. Okay?” You whimper as tears start to cloud your vision, your anxiety about the situation making your mind muddled.

“Do you want him to live?” He asks. It’s hard to place his tone; Rafe at the junctions between perplexed and agitated, his frustration with you clear in his body language alone.

“Of course I don’t. I want this to be over with,” you blubber.

”So do I, princess. And we talked about this before. It’s not going to be me and you if he’s here. Do you want it to be me and you-”

”Yes!” You cry out before he can even finish his sentence.

“Don’t think about it then, Aight? Let me handle business. This is why I don’t want you in there. I don’t want this on your conscience. I want to handle this for you. And we will never talk about this again. Okay?” You nod in silent agreement, but he shakes his head ‘no’. “Words, baby.”

“Okay,” you whisper.

Rafe leans in, kissing you softly. You cup his cheeks in your hands, running your thumbs along the stubble that’s grown on his face since confinement. “I’m sorry for doubting you, Rafe, but things keep goin’ wrong. Tony keeps getting in the way. I don’t want him to hurt you. I don’t wanna lose you.”

He melts into your touch, looking at you with adoring eyes. “You’re not gonna lose me. And he’s not gonna hurt me. All right? He’s strapped to a chair. He has been for a week. This is just a matter of me lookin’ him in the eyes and letting him know that he will never get to hurt you again. Yeah?”

“Okay, baby,” you breathe as Rafe catches your tears with his thumbs.

“I love you, y/n. It’s all going to be okay.”

“Okay… I love you too, baby.”

“I know you do,” he whispers. “Once I close this door, I want you to drive. Understand?” He asks as he opens up the navigation on your phone, pulling up the address to his home in Figure Eight. “Remember what happened last time I told you to leave but you stayed an extra two minutes. You gotta listen to me,” he asserts.

“I’ll listen.”

“Promise?”

“I swear,” you whisper.

Rafe grabs the handle of the driver’s side door, pushing it open before walking around the front, helping you to your feet. His arm wraps around your waist, leading you to the other side. He hugs you tightly, pressing kisses on your forehead and cheeks before landing on your lips, kissing you one last time.

“Just a conversation,” you whisper.

“Nah,” he breathes. “Not this time. I love you, princess.”

“I love you too, Rafe.”

Your hand holds his as he steps away until your fingers lose contact. Rafe reaches behind his back just as he did the night you walked into the club, checking the pistol tucked into his waistband before falling out of sight. You step into the driver’s seat, wrapping your hands around the steering wheel, still warm from Rafe. You grab the shifter, putting it in reverse, fighting against the impulse to wait in the wings ��til he handles business, just in case he needs to flee. This man gives and gives. He has barely asked me for anything in return. Just leave. You roll out of the drive, pressing down on the gas.

Rafe’s POV:

“Barry?” I bark, my voice bouncing off the walls of the beach house. Rap music swells from the basement, the dank smell of weed hazing the place. My aggravation starts to mount; a SOLO cup crushes under the heel of my dress boot, just one of many. Empty liquor bottles and beer cans litter the counter, takeout food strewn across the tables, thongs, stripper heels, and a few stray lines of coke left cut on the counter. “I’m gonna kill him,” I curse his name under my breath as I bound toward the basement door.

I tug it open, my heart plunging as I see a pool of blood gathered on the floor. Shit. I catch my gun, heart banging as I race down the flight. “Oh, fuck… No. Sh-Shit. Barry?” I stutter as I run toward him, his white tank top drenched crimson red. His dark eyes lift momentarily, falling heavy the next. I catch his shallow breathing, leaning in close as he tries to mumble out a few words, quelled in blood.

“Tony?” I ask, watching as he gives me the slightest nod. This blood is fresh. He’s here.

BANG.

I draw my gun again as the door at the top of the stairs bangs shut. Here we go… I sprint toward the wall, half-hidden, listening to his heavy steps as they move closer and closer.

“You hidin’ from me, Cameron?” Tony’s voice cuts through the hush. “That was an awful lotta coke. You come to pay up? Or, did you just come to take somethin’ else from me?” He booms as he steps out, footing right past me.

He looks like shit. His white button-down shirt tattered and bloodied on his large body; Tony’s donning the same worn-in beard as me after his week of imprisonment in the basement. The fucker got the shorter end of the stick apparently, beaten to the edge of death, Barry doing all but killing the bitch.

I check his hands, breathing a sigh of relief; no gun. I adjust my mine as I see a weapon, however, a large kitchen knife clutched in his massive hand. End this. I find his head in my crosshairs, aiming my pistol at his skull, gritting my teeth, battling with the rational part of my brain that’s tellin’ me to fire. The irrational part of my mind yearning to feed my pride and tell him everything I wanna say for her… Tony bends around, smiling with blood-stained teeth. Shit.

“You gonna shoot, Cameron? Or you gonna just stand there like a pussy,” Tony spits.

“We got some shit we need to talk about first. Hmm?”

“You wanna talk about my girl-“

“My girl,” I stop him as I step a little closer, making him shake his head in disbelief, snickering cruelly as he looks back at me.

“Yours? Your girl? Since when exactly. ‘Cause she never said shit to me. Do you honestly think that she loves you? Are you that fuckin’ stupid?” He asks as he rolls up his sleeves, preparing for a fight.

“I know she loves me,” I grunt as I square up with him.

“You think she’d leave me? It was our plan for you to die at the club. She knew it. I knew it. You were just supposed to walk in.”

”You’re lyin’,” I spit.

“Am I?” He smiles again— that same wicked and crazed smile; punch-drunk after a week of torture. “You know I’m not, Rafe.”

“You are. You think I’m gonna believe that line of shit. ‘Bout her lyin’ to me? About you beating the livin’ shit out of her to throw me off? You think I believe you you’d actually let me fuck-”

”ENOUGH!” He thunders, his loud, deep voice making my muscle tense up. “Don’t finish that FUCKING sentence. Because how hard you make this is how hard she's gonna get it after I KILL you. You understand?”

“You can't even let me finish the sentence, Marietta. You can’t even let the words leave my lips,” I chuckle. “Ya know, about fuckin’ “your” girl, on the couch of your club? That same couch you fucked some stripper on. You think I believe that you’d actually let that happen? She ain’t in on this, Tony. This is you losin’ her and settin’ me up.” He steps closer and so do I, the pair of us level-eyed.

“I’m not lyin’. That women would do anything for me. And, at the end of the day, even if I am lyin’, she’d only want you for your money, Cameron. I’m man enough to admit you got more than me— new money and old money in your pocket. She saw an opportunity and took it. She’s either in on this or in it for the cash.”

“She’s not after my money,” I mumble as I try to keep my emotions at bay. “She’s not in on shit.”

“‘Course she is… Your head is just too far up your ass to see what’s really goin’ on around you. N’let’s just say my baby isn’t in on this with me and she just after your money and she finds someone else with more, buddy, you’re fucked. ‘Cause if you get what you came here for and you kill me, everything in my name goes to her: all of the hard earned money that I made that she loves to spend, the club, the law firm, my cars, my jewelry, my homes. Everything that I have she takes from me. And she knows that. You gotta see what’s goin’ on here. Right?” He asks as he looks back at me like I'm stupid.

“You’re pathetic.”

“I’m pathetic?” He chuckles. “You know before your boys picked me up, I was on the way to fuck my girlfriend in that pretty little penthouse you bought her. She even sent me a few pictures in that pretty pink lingerie. You know, the one she was describin’ for you on the phone? Fuck, Rafe. You should see it on her. My princess doesn’t just talk a big game. She knows how to fuck,” he sneers as he catches me battling my emotions. “Why don’t you go look at my phone. Pretty sure it’s in his pocket. You can see for yourself.”

My stomach falls as I hear the door crack at the top of the stairs—one step then another, as the person at the top creeps down. No. No. Tony hears it as well, the man looking over my shoulder with a smile. “Guess who’s here, Cameron,” he whispers. “Princess?” Tony softens his tone with her, the sound of y/n’s slight feet stopping in a flash.

Was this her plan all along?

I scrunch my nose; eyes burning with tears of deceit and rage. There’s no way the story he’s spinning is true. If he kills me, and he’s lying, what will happen to her? I can’t take that risk.

I shove him hard, making him stumble back, kicking him with the heel of my dress shoe square in the chest before he can rise back up to his feet, sending him and the knife to the ground. I hear her soft gasp; her feet quickly clearing the rest of the steps. “Don’t move, y/n,” I bark back at her.

“Rafe?” She whimpers, making me look over my shoulder. The second I do the air flees my lungs, Tony’s big body tackling me to the floor. My skull ricochetes off the hardwood floor; eyes slamming shut in pain, losing my gun in the process. I overpower him, rolling him to his back, grabbing his shoulders I lift him slightly, bashing his head against the ground again and again making him scream out in pain.

He scratches and claws at my face and shirt as I wrap my hands around his throat, squeezing with all my might. "Not so easy to fight a man. Huh?" I hiss.

"F-Fuck you," he stammers as he throws a rough punch, meeting my jaw. I respond with four of my own. The connections, direct and brutal, the dried blood on his face replaced with fresh blood as his body starts to go limp.

Finally.

I stare down at him, lifeless, one with the floor, his breathing almost nonexistent. I draw my hand back, slapping him across the face, his head snapping to the side; body unresponsive to the pain. I drag myself to my feet, stumbling across the living room for my gun. An execution. This ends right here. Right now.

My chin trembles with adrenaline and emotion as I try to get his words out of my head. There’s no way she was in on this all along. Everything she shared with me, the things she said to me, the things we did… That was real. She's here ‘cause she was worried. She's here ‘cause her intuition was right. She's here for me.

BOOM. BOOM. BOOM. My heart sinks, the rapid bounding of Tony’s feet stopped almost as soon as it start. It’s quiet, wet gurgling and a soft whimpers are all that remains. I turn around, facing Tony but his eyes aren’t on me. He looks down at his chest, the bloodied tip of carboned steel poking out from his chest. He falls to his knees before me, y/n standing behind him in shock, watching as he tumbles face-first on the floor.

She looks up at me, eyes filled to the brim with tears. I run to her, pulling her into my arms, holding her body close as she clings to me for dear life.

I haven't let her go since. It wouldn't feel right. I hold her, watching as the sun sets in the east; a blood-red sky, painted across the Atlantic. The last sliver of the golden sun dips below the horizon. I kiss her gently on her cheek, down the soft flesh on her neck to the dip on her shoulder before resting my chin on top. “Are you okay, baby,” she whispers. I rest my hands on the top of hers, pressing my chest against her back as we both look over the edge of the yatch, watching the black water swell below.

“M’perfect, princess,” I whisper as I nuzzle into her neck. “Are you okay.”

“I am,” she whispers, “because of you. Thank you...”

“Thank you,” I mumble as she melts into me. “I needed you. I can't believe you did that for me.”

“I’d do anything for you,” she whispers as she turns, resting her hands against my chest, looking up at me with pleading eyes. “I know him. I know Tony probably filled your head with lies but I promise, none of it’s true.”

“I know,” I assure as I cup her cheeks in my hands, guiding her soft lips to mine. “This is almost over and from here on out it’s just you and I.”

“You and I,” she echoes. I kiss her forehead and her lips before pulling away.

“Stay here. M’serious.” She nods submissively, falling back as I move foward. I shuffle across the main deck, grabbing the rail, walking down the small flight of stairs to the carport before raising the hatch. I reach behind my back, pulling out my 9mm, opening the trunk.

There he lies, Tony Marietta. I smile as he lifts his eyes, matching mine; the bloodied knife already laying by his side. I take the gun, pressing it against his temple, tilting my head slightly to keep his eyes on me. “M’so glad you’re alive for this… I could make this fast,” I whisper. “But after all the shit you did, I’m gonna have you dyin’ nice and slow. Too bad I don't get to watch.” He goes to speak but all that comes out is a thick trail of blood. “I know what you're gonna say… Don’t worry. I’m gonna do what you couldn’t. I’m gonna take care of her. And that's a promise.” I toss my gun inside before slamming the trunk.

Moving to the front I step inside, firing up the engine before shifting it into neutral. I give the vintage ride a little push, the pull of the yacht sending the tires rolling. I follow the car as it plunges into the deep, dark waters, the depth snuffing out the headlights ‘til all that’s left is blackness.

Goodbye, Tony.

Epilogue

One year later…

Reader’s POV:

You roll up to Tanneyhill, flooding the big driveway with light after a late night shift at the Country Club. It’s mine now and business is booming; a new staff with increased security. Rafe took it upon himself to turn it from the dive it once was to a luxury experience, all for me. Of course I clean his money, the perfect front. Anything for my man. Stepping out of the car you make your way up the cobblestone walk to the front door, passing the bay window, watching as Rafe shuffles by in a black button down, resting two plates of food down on the table.

“Knock. Knock,” you sing as you open the door with a smile, matching Rafe’s beautiful blue eyes making him return the same.

“Babygirl,” he croons as he walks closer, helping you out of your jacket before, swathing his strong arms around you waist, looking down at you lovingly.

“Welcome home. Happy Anniversary,” you coo as you rise on your tippy toes, pressing a kiss on his lips. “I didn’t think you’d be home ‘til next week.”

He smiles against your lips, recalling his initial plan, the pair of you knowing there was no way he was gonna miss this day, even if it meant flying home from Morocco for one night only. “I wouldn’t miss this for the world, you know that, princess,” he mumbles against your mouth between kisses. “I got your favorite.”

Rafe takes your hand, leading you to the dining room, pulling out your chair, directing you to sit. You look across the table seeing all of your favorite things; the meal, the flowers, wine. Little candles glint in the middle of the table, adding to the ambiance as he runs you a glass of Chateau Lafite Rothschild, the first bottle of wine you shared on your very first night together.

"You look stunning," Rafe praises, lifting his glass to his lips, sipping slowly as his eyes drink you in.

"And you look very handsome, Rafe Cameron," you hum, resting your hand on the thigh of his Armani suit.

"You know baby, you’ve been working too hard. Are you free this week?” He asks, knowing the answer is ‘no’, but that’s not the reply he’ll get. If he’s asking you to go somewhere he’s already worked everything out for you.

"I’m always free for you, baby."

"Mhmm… Barry and his girl are gonna watch the club so you can come to Morocco with me. How does that sound?”

“So nice… You’re so good to me,” you sigh blissfully as you grab him by the collar of his jacket, pulling him to your lips. “Fuck, I love you.”

"Mmm… Yeah? Wanna sit on my lap and tell me how much you love me? We can see what happens next,” he chuckles warmly.

“Don’t tempt me, baby. You know I have no problem taking you right here,” you smile, the blonde smirking as he recalls what happened the morning before he left.

“You are so good to me,” he corrects you. "Y/n, I'm so happy you're mine. I hope you feel that.”

"I'm so happy I'm yours," you smile, spreading a little wider. “Of course, I feel that.”

"You deserve to have the very best, sweetheart. You deserve to be happy, and safe, and loved.” He leans in closer to you, his eyes meeting yours.

"I do… You’re perfect, Rafe.”

“I’m not, princess. But I wanna be for you,” he whispers, swallowing thickly. Your brows rumple as his mood shifts from flirty and light-hearted to serious. His eyes always look bluer when he’s on the verge of tears, yet, his smile contradicts it all. "I got you something."

"Yeah?"

“Mhmm,” he hums and nods as he reaches into his suit jacket pocket, pulling out a blue box.

"Oh my gosh! Rafe Cameron,” you gasp. “It's too much.”

"It's not, princess," he smiles softly. You reach for the box, but he keeps it in his hand, using the other to brush the tears out of his eyes.

"Rafe... Are you okay?" You whisper as you cup his cheek in your hand. He shuts his eyes, relishing in your touch, leaning into you slightly. He takes a few deep breaths before opening his eyes again.

"I’m perfect, baby.” He whispers weakly. "Umm... I'm not sure how I'm this in love with you, baby. But I am. And, at this point, I genuinely can't remember a time when I wasn't. Every night since I saw you I fall asleep with you on my mind, and I wonder if you're doing the same. I can't even comprehend losing you, or someone hurting you. I’ve said this once and I’ll say it a million times I don’t trust anyone to protect you but me and that includes your heart too. It's you, princess. It's fucking you. I can't describe it any more than that. You are the only person I want and will ever want. You make me feel safe. You make me feel loved. And since I've met you, sweetheart, you've always been that person. My girl. I can't love anyone else. And, I don't want to. So, with that being said. Y/n, will you marry me?" Rafe moves from the chair, dropping down to one knee, pulling open the box, the Tiffany engagement ring, resting in the center.

Your eyes widen, hand covering your bright, ecstatic smile. "Yes!" You squeal in delight, making Rafe let out a happy chuckle as he glides the jewelry on your finger.

"Yes?"

"Yes! Yes, Rafe! Oh my gosh. I thought it was a necklace," you gasp as you eye the ring on your finger.

"I figured, when you tried to take it from me. I got nervous," he laughs warmly, guiding you to his lips. You smile against his kiss, Rafe doing the same.

"I love you, Princess."

"I love you too, Rafe Cameron.”

Bonus smut chapter 💕

Thank you so much for reading my short story! I hoped you enjoyed it 💕🩷

Miski 🩷

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[slippinninque]

how would Fontaine react to his girl’s’ pregnancy glow?

(So sorry this took so long, anon! I hope you like it!🥹💕)

Fontaine would be in awe, honestly. He'd wonder how it was possible for you to become even more gorgeous--but there you were. Being fine as hell as you hop-pulled into your jeans.

He would even swear that you smell different, too. Fontaine couldn't explain the smell, but expect to be cuddled close and enjoyed.

He would absolutely show you off. From his boys to strangers at the general store, Fontaine would walk with you and feel as if he won life's lottery.

When someone sees you and coo over your belly, Fontaine can be spotted grinning in 'yeah, that was me'.

Actually, fully expect to catch this man staring admiring you. Fontaine would embody "a moth to a flame" as he was even more helplessly drawn to you.

People often assume that he in wouldn't know shit, but he's thorough. Remembers every appointment and follow-up, he'd have his own questions ready to be asked alongside of your own. Yes, he reads the baby books.

Personally, he loved being asked about the pregnancy. "She's 'bout ___ weeks now. Little is hidin' in there, so we don't know just yet but my baby been eating a lot of spicy shit... y'all got them spicy pickles?"

Expect being given flowers and foot rubs. Even if you tell Fontaine nothing even aches yet, he insists that getting a head start wouldn't hurt.

You joke that the baby didn't even have all their toes yet but was already spoiled rotten.

When you two walk through the Glen, hand in hand, it's like seeing two suns walking. You wore your smile like a halo and Fontaine's grin was all golden rays.

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It's when you began to show, the roundness of your belly becoming more pronounced.

One evening, you were standing at the stove with one hand absentmindedly smoothing over your bump as you considered the chocolate-to-milk ratio for your hot chocolate.

Fontaine took in the new shape of you from where he sat at the small table across the room. He drank in your profile, your sweet face as plump and bewitching as the rest of you.

In the low light of the stove's over head light, Fontaine saw you as his entire world.

He knew you were scared. You were worried that you wouldn't be a good enough mother, or worse--you'll become like your own mother.

Fontaine was scared, too. He worried that the life would catch up to him, his darkness spreading to cover the growing stars of his life.

In this moment of seeing you and how you were braving this next chapter with him, he was resolute. He wouldn't let that happen.

Fontaine would do anything to ensure that you kept your brightness. Anything to keep the family you're giving him safe.

Unable to be away from you anymore, Fontaine rose and joined you at the stove. You aimed a meek little smile at him, somehow still unsure of your absolute beauty.

It didn't matter. He would remind you every moment, of every day if he had to. Fontaine kissed your lips, the tip of your nose, and beneath each eye. When you reached for him, he met your embrace and his eyes slipped close in bliss.

The two of you swayed together and soon he felt himself begin to glow as well.

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[themulitipurposechannel]

Dynamics: Part 2, <Next!>

For Apocalypse F! Mikey: Now see Uncle Tello content is great and I love it. But consider this, it’s alr everywhere AND think bout Master Michelangelo /Uncle Mi supremacy ✨👀 think bout uncle Mi being the warm/comforting/ steadying presence that Cj clung to when Leo and April are stuck being the sole two pillars of leadership for the entirely of sentient life on earth and Donnie is off doing his mad scientist things(No hate to D but we know our boi has low empathy and tends to get hyper fixated to the point he ignores everyone. Not that he wouldn’t absolutely try for Junior cuz he would but ya know what I mean) which leaves the Mikey cuz our poor Raphie and Casey Sr died early.

Like Cmon guys hear me out Mike alr has Dr feelings and his ole mediator shtick. you can’t tell me that as he grew and matured it didn’t not grew stronger. Plus he defo Leaned into the whole mediator thing esp with the apocalypse cuz someone defo needed to be the calm mediator in the chaos that was the kraang. Plus he was ALR the most mentally/emotionally stable out of all the fam and a child in a chaotic environment (cough the apocalypse cough) is gonna unconsciously gravitate towards that. And mikey being mikey is then absolutely gonna white knuckle his “I’m emotionally healthy” even more cuz we got a kid now. We gotta make sure he grows up with SMTH.

Plus I like to think everyone had diff roles in raising Cj. Eg: Cj spends time with tello if he wants to hang out and blow shit up or wants to brainstorm tangible solutions. but if he needs/wants emotional support or emotional safety he goes to Mikey and if he wants all of the above plus advice in general it’s Leo and Comander April lmao (but 7/10 times it’s Leo). Side note: Before Raph died he and mikey used to tag team M’s role and April’s role was formerly Cassandra’s but welp we all know what happened 😭. Also I just wanna make it clear that these roles weren’t always hard and fast rule. It’s just generally the common status quo but was still subject to change depending on the circumstances cuz ppl are ppl and ppl are complex. Like if Cj was feeling particularly scared for Dee or April’s mortality I can guarantee he glomped them. And they let him.

Edit: In any case, their dynamic is basically all round calm, slow and cozy vibes. Cuz like I said, Mikey was acting as Cj’s living sentient equivalent of a warm, weighted blanket. Plus mystic overuse/cursed aging gave Mikey a lot of chronic fatigue and plus Mi leaning hard into the whole mediator thing rlly made him mellow out esp when he had to be responsible for a kid. So most of their hanging out was either sitting around talking about their day, making up stories bout random objects they found like ‘I bet that cup has a chip in cuz an alligator got it’ ,Cj ranting, mystic training, lots and lots of snuggles or (big shocker I know) Mikey reading to Cj (don’t Judge Cj, he finds Uncle’s Mi voice calming. And as tor Mikey, options are limited when you’re old, physically frail and in an apocalypse) or them reading tgt in comfy silence with the occasional comment of ‘man this character is so stupid’ and ‘I know right!’. Also In the earlier days when resources weren’t so scarce and Mikey had more energy they used to draw on the walls tgt using chalk but well.. stuff like that don’t last very long in the apocalypse.

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For Past/present time: Once Cj starts to properly distinguish between future and present and feels a little more ready to start properly interacting with P!fam. He starts to build a stable relationship with Mikey. their dynamic is one of more equal standing cuz of the lack of age difference aka the big theme for this dynamic is all abt growing up tgt. This creates a more free and unrestrained dynamic where both feel more encouraged/safe to try new things cuz they don’t have to worry bout any hovering from any older siblings (sorry Leo he tries but even he can’t fully escape the big brother instincts even towards Case. Which is hilarious cuz Cj is the most self sufficient out of everyone XD ) and cuz they don’t have to worry bout looking stupid in front said older siblings if they fail/ being coddled if they fail. Initially it was a very big whiplash for Casey to adjust to the fact that someone he used to look for answers/ be a pillar was just as clueless as he was AND the fact he could freely argue back with said someone due to the lack of age difference.

But once both parties settled in, they have alot of fun just being kids and messing around. Honestly their dynamic is adorable. With Mikey’s more adventurous and more hopeful personality helping Cj start to relax a little more and start acting more like the 15 year old he is. And Cj’s more serious and sensible mindset helps Mikey become a little more thoughtful/cautious as he’s more open to Cj’s criticism cuz it feels alot less condescending than the rest of the fam due to the age similarity.

This dynamic also plays a part in Cj’s adjustment to the past. Due to said adventurous behaviour, Mike always wants to show Cj new things. And his emotionally intuitive nature helps him pick up when Cj is uncomfortable but doesn’t always feel comfortable saying it or can just generally quickly pick up the warning signs of a trigger. So after some trial and error Mikey gets pretty good at knowing when to push and pull Case out of his comfort zone or just out right cancel an outing cuz Dr feelings can sense the ensuing panic attack/ PTSD triggers. Which Casey rlly appreciates. On the flip side, Cj is the biggest advocate (second to Leo) for letting Mikey do his thing cuz he knows what Mikey is capable off and isn’t blinded with older sibling instincts. Which Mikey greatly appreciates. We stan mutually supportive siblings.

And as the youngest, they both bond (mostly Miguel talks, Cj listens oh how the tables turn) over how frustrating it is to see the rest of their family (for Cj it’s him using his experience with F!Fam to relate to P!Mikey cuz the P!Fam don’t rlly baby Casey the same way/the obvious extent they do for Miguel. For Mikey, it’s more they water down info either intentionally/unintentionally or try to stop him from doing stuff cuz they want to protect him. And for Cj, it’s more them trying to be extra subtly careful of his sore spots. Like Legit cuz of Cj, everyone at some point had independently googled ‘how to care for war-torn ptsd riddled relative’ and ‘how to help someone with material insecurity issues’ or ‘how to support someone going thru bereavement’. For once it wasn’t only Mike reading psych stuff lmao) trying to water things down for them like dums dums XD.

They also tag team the rest of their family with the combined powers of their puppy dog eyes and shared status as “baby’s of the family” to get out of trouble/get what they want like the gremlins they are 😂. Generally when hanging out they’re either doing things action driven stuff (a stark contrast to F!Mikey and Cj. Cuz P!Mikey is younger, less traumatised and hasn’t been peepawed) like graffiti (Mikey sprays full on masterpieces and Cj loves spraying colourful doodles cuz he’s delighted to play with all sorts of bright colours and see the pretty art Anglo makes that Cj didn’t have the luxuary of seeing in the apocalypse, so despite the huge skill gap, which is rapidly becoming smaller, they still have fun tgt), skateboarding, playing video games, parkour or Mikey kidnapping Cj to show/get him to try smth he didn’t get to do in the apocalypse, *cough the occasional arson cough* Like I said they’re awesome lmao

On a side note: both Cj and Mikey are very happy to have a cool brother/friend who is the same age as them. For Cj it’s cuz fellow kids were very rare back in his time. Meaning the kids that were round him were either much older or much younger so same age friends is very much a novel experience lmao. As for Mikey, although he does call Cj baby brother( he doesn’t actually enforce that unless in certain situations like Cj in distress or trying to get Cj to do Miguel’s part of chores lmao) most of the time he’s happy to not be alone in his age grp of family/friends cuz it can get a little lonely sometimes. Raph, April and Casey have each other, Donnie and Leo have each other and now Mikey and Cj have each other! Yaayyy

[amidstnamjin-and-binchanlix]

how long can you stand the heat || ot7

Warnings: Uhhh, none I think? Non-graphical smut and slight angst, but that's pretty much it for now since I'm still crafting the next part, and some curse words lmao.

I won't control you, but MDNI. This is not for you, please.

Pairings: OT7/(F) Reader, Jackson Wang/(F) Reader

Plot: The one where your soulmates don't want you in their life, so you give them what they want and stay out of their way.

Genre: not really unrequited love (but they're all idiots), mutual pining, angst, denial of feelings, poly ot7

How do you think I'm going to get along

Without you when you're gone?

You took me for everything that I had

And kicked me out on my own.

Are you happy? Are you satisfied?

How long can you stand the heat?

Out of the doorway the bullets rip

To the sound of the beat.

mixtape: all i have left to give - part 1 - part 2 - part 3 - ending 1

I originally posted this on ao3 last April but I've just recently thought, "why not post this on tumblr now that i'm using it again after a few years?"

this fic is v self-serving, and was brought to you by my ✨maladaptive daydreams✨

first fic i posted here. idek what im doing but lezzgawwww

Title obviously came from AOBTD. Thank you, Sir John Deacon. You are heaven-sent for making this iconic and legendary bop.

This will be a part of a multi-fic series and i've already crafted 80/90-ish% of the next part im so sorry my mind isn't cooperating rn

✨️

God must be testing your patience.

I mean sure, you might not also be sure that there is indeed a god out there somewhere. However, you must have pissed off some deity or you had pissed on some old man of the mound. Either way, you don't care. You're pissed off now, too.

You see when they rejected you and asked (read: avoided you like the plague until Sejin spoke with you) not to speak or interact with them, you respected their wishes. It stung, but it's not really surprising.

It's not a secret that the seven of them are soulmates, polyamorous soulbonds not even a rarity in and out of the industry. However, it's also not a secret that they're very exclusive and don't let too many (if any) other people in their circle because of the things they had to endure as a group. It makes sense that they wouldn't want a new person intruding and messing with their dynamics, soulmate or not.

(deep down you want to say it doesn't make sense. you're their soulmate, why can't they accept you like that? but there's still nothing you can do, isn't there?)

And so, you delegated all your tasks related to their group to your most trusted employees completely and avoided them at all costs. And by 'at all costs', you mean everything. You even deleted all their songs on your playlists and blocked them on social media (even on Spotify). You can co-exist with them without interacting, although it makes your chest ache through the bond because of the soul rejection like a 24/7 acid relapse.

It's fine. You can ignore all that. You can handle rejection. You've been used to this since you were a kid; adult you can handle this.

Soul rejection side effects? Nothing meds and doctors can't fix. Technology has never been more advanced and all that jazz.

You're a mature person, and you pride yourself on that. You don't like confrontations that much and would rather step back as much as you can to disengage. If your soulmates don't want anything to do with you, then you'll back off.

But you sometimes wonder if they can feel it too, the soul strings fraying and slowly decaying. After shit went down, it's bouts of nausea and dizziness, and constant chest aches for you. That's not even half of it. It'll take a whole day for you to list all your symptoms.

If they do feel it, does it add to their list of reasons why they hate your existence? You mean, they had been borderline antagonistic since your first meeting, cold but civil at best.

It was a contrast to the way the tiny soul marks on each of your fingers glowed on your first meeting even until after Taehyung and Yoongi fled in what you can guess is disbelief and refusal, the others following suit. The warmth in your hands felt scorching, and you had never wanted to scrub them with water in your life then more than you ever did, your chest beating hard and painfully. You remember feeling like someone slashed your insides with a hot knife, and it has never stopped being in pain ever since.

What else were you supposed to think other than they hate you?

Not wanting to risk another embarrassing conversation with Sejin (bless his heart), you decided to book an appointment and signed up for the relatively new soul-scraping therapy. It's still in its human trial stages and is slowly being recognized as a way of severing soul ties, albeit not approved and sanctioned by the government. Anything to give and honor their wishes. They're your soulmates, and it's innate in you to give people what they want.

(or was it really just that?)

All of that and everything else, you can take. You live and abide by your life motto to stay out of drama, so you take all of it in stride and with dignity because it's all you have left at this point when it comes to them.

This is where you got pissed off, though. This day takes the cake, this sodding party.

Attending the party was certainly not your idea. You're tired from the long-ass meetings you had today—JYP's team asked for a meeting for your agreement with Day6 since Sungjin got discharged a few months ago with Younghyun following suit in a few days. A party is definitely not on your to-do list. If it's up to you, you'll be going home to your phone and fics.

(and if they're bangtan fics, nobody has to know. this, you can let yourself have—you were advised against going cold turkey from them by the doctors handling the soul-scraping therapy, after all. if you can't have them, maybe you can at least indulge in fictional them.)

You have been minding your own business since you arrived at the bar. It's laughable how socially inept you are despite handling your business and meeting the entertainment industry's biggest names and leaders regularly. When being put in parties and other gigs that force you to socialize just for the sake of socializing, you're back to being the fat loser kid that avoided making new friends because the ones you previously had in childhood (if you can really call them that) can't understand how your brain and mouth work. Frankly, you don't, too, so you just preferred to stay in one corner until it's socially acceptable to go home.

"Hey." Jackson squeezes your hand in his and smiles worriedly at you. "You doing okay?"

Jackson had been a long-time friend and is someone you trust your whole life with. Jackson had seen you through your bests and worsts, but had never once turned his back on you or betrayed you as many people did.

Yeah, you would trust him with your whole life. Your panties too, but don't tell him that.

(there's no need to because he knows; he did lots of times before, with his face between your thighs and your undies in his pocket.)

"I'm good." You don't even bother smiling, knowing it won't convince him too much. He knows your stand on parties; you're his polar opposite, after all. "I just really wanna go home."

"Can I come with?" he asks with a salacious smile.

You roll your eyes.

"Stop being horny for five minutes, please."

"You shouldn't have worn that dress, then." He rakes you with an assessing look. "On second thought, that's the best decision you did tonight so far. If you're not going home with anyone tonight, my room's open."

"You up to be my wingman?" you ask.

"Sure. I'll sit with you all night so we can look like a swinger couple scouting for a third we can take home." He waggles his eyebrows.

You snort at that with an amused chuckle, oblivious to the glare(s) directed your way by—who else?—your soulmates.

They (Taehyung) heard from Manager Sejin and Noona Ae-cha that you're not sure if you can come. They didn't know why the two were talking about you, but Taehyung tried to act immersed in his phone while eavesdropping.

Apparently, you had been stuck in the boardroom almost all day with the back-to-back meetings, and you even had to cancel your doctor's appointment. For what the appointment is for, he didn't know. It explains your absence that day, and he files the information away at the back of his head. He can't for the life of him understand why he can't stop trying to spot crumbs about you.

(he does know, but he's in denial about why—and he'll deny both.)

He then told his hyungs and Jungkook, which they just nodded at, seemingly uninterested. But if Namjoon's faraway serious look at times is anything to go by or the way Jimin picks at the skin on his lips as he's lost in thought, he's pretty sure they are also subtly trying to figure out if you're coming.

(but they'll all deny that if asked.)

They haven't seen you that much since they started actively avoiding you months ago and shut down whatever soul link you have with them, and you are damn good at trying to stay out of their way.

It surprised them, they're not gonna lie. They expected you to put up a fight, but all Manager Sejin told them was that you agreed. You never interacted with them ever since unless it was really needed, and you were always wearing your rings and not making unnecessary eye contact even once.

(and that somehow pisses them off and itches under their skin because how dare you not be interested?)

And now you've been here for the past hour or so, Jackson Wang in tow. Or rather, Jackson has his arms alternately snaked around yours or slung around your shoulders. It makes Jackson look like a frat douchebag.

(and it makes taehyung look jealous and interested in you which he is so not, no.)

Hoseok was the first one to spot you arriving, Another One Bites The Dust thumping through the dancefloor that was bathed in red lights. He nudges Namjoon from his seat in their secluded and swanky VIP room that was separated one floor above the bar proper.

"There she is", he says then, gesturing towards you as all seven pairs of eyes land on you as you enter with Jackson. "She's with Wang."

With varying levels of internal turmoil, they all watch as Jackson led you through the throngs of people, presumably to another room like theirs. They see you shake your head and point to the bar, and Jackson's face light up with a wide smile before redirecting your steps.

Yoongi asks himself why you have to wear that dress or why Jackson has to clutch at your hands like a little kid, the others having a similar train of thought. Does Jackson think he's going to be lost in this bar? Is he that plain stupid to be lost in this bar, really?

And why are you letting him?

Jimin tries not to let his eyes wander on your legs, tries not to let his mind wander back to the thought of being choked by your thick supple legs and ripping that off-shoulder dress off you and—

Oh. Woah, there.

Stop it! he thinks to himself and shakes his head.

(this is not the first time he's thought of this, darling. when he first saw those smooth and lovely-looking plump thighs, he knows he was fucked.)

Jin is no better, but he hides it better than the others. After all, it was not his idea to shut you out like that. He was opposed to it and tried to talk some sense into the others, but they didn't listen. He thought back then that Namjoon would at least be reasonable and give you a shot but nooo, the kid was stupid enough to listen to others.

Let them have what they want, then.

(he can feel the pit and longing in his chest some nights and thinks that maybe he can let the others do what they want but still do what he wants too. but he takes a look at the six men who had been there for him through thick and thin, and he can't lose them. he sends you an apology mentally, hoping you can at least feel it through the bond.)

"Calm down," Jin tells them levelly, trying to pry the glass off Namjoon's hand, lest he crushes it and injures himself. "You're crushing the poor thing, Joonie. Don't wanna end up in the ER, do you?"

Jackson's the one to end up in the ER if he doesn't unwrap his arms from your shoulders, that's who, Namjoon thinks to himself bitterly before he can stop himself.

Jin leans back on his seat and watches as you laugh with Jackson, arms slung around your shoulders as the latter listens to you talk. They all wouldn't have to seethe in barely contained anger if they just listened to him though, so who's at fault here?

Aish, these brats.

"I'm going to get more drinks," Jungkook suddenly says, disentangling himself from Taehyung fluidly.

"You can just ask them," Namjoon says, pointing towards the glass doors where their security detail is posed out of the room. "There's no need to go out."

"I'm going to get more drinks," Jungkook repeats firmly, ignoring him. Namjoon's jaw clenches. "Come help me, Jin-hyung?"

Ah, this conniving brat. Jin wants to kiss his pouty lips for this.

"Sure," Jin says easily, much to Namjoon's annoyance. He pats Namjoon's cheeks gently. "No breaking the glass, Joon-ah. We have a photoshoot tomorrow."

He pulls Jungkook out of the room before any of them can disagree further. He loops his arm around Jungkook's petite waist, nodding once to the man stationed at the door.

"You're not just getting drinks at you, aren't you?" Jin asks as they descend the steps.

"I don't know what you're talking about, hyung." Jungkook's smile is sharp. "I just don't wanna get roofied and end up on the tabloids tomorrow, is all."

"You don't have to lie to me," Jin says, kissing his hair. "I wanna see her, too."

Jungkook's smile turns sad at that.

"I just don't understand. [Name]-noona seems like a nice person. They're all being stupid."

Jin has to agree. "But you know why we have to, right? I don't like it, too, but we have no choice."

"But we do!" Jungkook insists. "We can be friends, even."

"Friends don't fuck friends." Jungkook snorts at that. "There's nothing 'friends' about wanting her with us, Jungkook."

"Friends don't fuck friends, my ass," Jungkook mumble mockingly. "That didn't stop Jackson-hyung at all."

Jin stops momentarily, pulling Jungkook to a stop. "Excuse me?"

"They were having sex last week, hyung. When Jackson-hyung came over last Wednesday."

"Was that why...?"

"Yeah." Jungkook takes his hand as they walk again. "I felt it through the strings, too."

Jungkook is suspiciously not meeting his eyes.

"Jungkook-ah."

"What?" he asks innocently. Jin's lips pull into a smirk.

"You naughty cat!"

"I—what? No!" but Jungkook is still not meeting his eyes. "I didn't watch them."

Jin gasps delightedly.

"This is so much better. I didn't even say anything yet!"

Ah, fuck.

In Jungkook's defense, he hadn't meant to listen in. But he had been on his way back to the practice room from relieving his screaming bladder when he heard it. The warmth and arousal that was definitely not his he had been ignoring since that lunchtime was not helping his curiosity.

"Ah!" And oh shit, it's someone moaning and it's you.

That explains the arousal he's been feeling. Oh, and the jealousy now (his), too.

"Yeah?" A deeper voice asked breathlessly. Another punched-out moan from you, and the arousal flares in his chest.

Yup. It's definitely his this time.

"Jackson, please," your equally breathless voice pleaded, and the sound shot to his cock. Jungkook had to stop his hand from going south inside his pants and boxers.

A delighted shriek and breathless laugh, followed by a staccato of 'ah ah ah's and hips slapping against each other punctuated the otherwise silent afternoon he was having.

And what would a self-respecting man do?

Stay and listen to you get railed six ways to Sunday, was what he did.

(jungkook didn't say he's a self-respecting man.)

Jungkook slipped his hand inside his pants and boxers and wrapped his hand around his aching cock. He almost moaned at how your moans quickly reached a whole other level of desperation. He wondered and tried to imagine how you would feel around him if he fucked you harder and deeper than Jackson possibly can.

He knows he can.

"Hands, Jackson." There was a chuckle, then your whine was heard. "Baobei, please."

Jungkook heard Jackson's sharp intake of breath, and he had to internally agree. Even speaking Mandarin, you sound so hot.

He heard you mewl with a choked giggle as the sounds of hips to hips got faster.

"You really like my hands, huh?" Jackson asked.

"Mhm. Want them wrapped around my—ah!—neck all the time."

Fuck.

Jungkook had to bite onto his hands as he came, so as not to give his position away, cock spurting on his hands,. Seconds later and he heard you cry out and Jackson grunt to completion.

So, no. He definitely didn't watch.

"You nasty, nasty boy!" Jin cackles at him and he wants to pout. "You listened in to them having sex?!"

"Hyung!" Jungkook hisses. "Not too loud."

Jin snickers at him, mouth pulled in a tempting smirk he wants to kiss. "Was it good?"

"Hyung," he whines. At Jin's unfaltering smirk, he sighs. "It was. She sounds so good, hyung. I can't take it off my mind."

"Maybe later, we can do something about that." Jin says with a low hum.

He peers at Jin's eyes and almost shudders at the dark and hungry look in them. Jin squeezes his waist, and it takes Jungkook's breath away.

In his silence, Jin nods with a hum.

"Hm, definitely later."

He won't say no to that. If they can't have you, Jungkook's gonna take what he can get, even if it means settling on replaying your moans in his head.

When they reach the bar, you are still sitting at the other end with Jackson. They are careful not to be seen by you or you'll probably leave like you always do when they get within your 10-foot vicinity.

Then Jackson puts his hand on your slightly exposed leg. He feels the others' jealousy through the bond first before he feels his own, and he sees you stiffen in your seat.

Hyungs!

Jungkook quickly looks away, but not before Jackson catches his gaze. He completely misses the way Jackson's mouth pulls into a quick smirk as their drinks are thankfully served at that exact moment.

"Wanna head back to your place?"

You're unexpectedly suddenly close, and it's like Jackson wants him and Jin to hear to rile them up. It works, and he can barely tamp down the urge to pour the drinks over Jackson's big head, being older be damned.

"Sure. I'll just swing by the restroom." You say as you walk away. Jin and Jungkook take that as their cue to go back to their ritzy room.

"That was short," Jin says tightly as they go back. "Was it you?"

Jungkook shakes his head.

Jin's lips quirk into an amused smile.

"Ah, jealous bastards."

"Weren't you too, though?" Jungkook asks with a slightly amused smile of his own. "That was... that was intense."

"That serves them," Jin says as they near the room. "If they weren't just pigheaded, it's my shoulders her legs are gonna be hanging from later."

"Jin-hyung!" Jungkoo huffs, but then deflates. "Yeah."

"Don't worry, we still have later," Jin says with a lascivious smirk.

And he can't complain about that, can he?

"Where's Tae-hyung?" he asks when they enter the room, Taehyung nowhere in sight.

"Went out. Didn't say where." Hoseok says as he accepts their drinks and puts the tray on the table. It takes a few seconds for him to piece it all together, and he mentally facepalms.

"Whatever happened to 'not giving a fuck' about [Name]?" he mumbles.

"Jungkook," Namjoon warns.

It sets him off.

"What? Are you all really going to keep on pretending? You do realize I felt that back there too, right?" he shoots back.

"So the drinks were just a ruse?" Namjoon's face is stormy.

Jungkook holds his gaze steady. "And what if it was? You all know what I felt about this since day one."

"Kook-ah." It's Jimin this time. "Not now, please."

"And when, hyung? When we go back to just pretending an eighth of our soul doesn't exist out there?"

"Jungkook."

He glares at Yoongi. "No, hyung. If you all want to be stupid, I don't! [Name]-noona is going through therapy because of this, don't you know?"

Yoongi scoffs. "She's a big girl, she can handle herself."

"Not soul-scraping therapy, she won't."

They all stop at that. Even Jungkook stops and internally curses.

Fuck, he wasn't supposed to say that.

"What did you say?" Namjoon's voice takes on a dangerous tone.

He huffs but stays silent, not really wanting to dig a deeper hole for himself.

"Jungkook."

"I talked to Jiho-hyung, okay? I bumped into him five months ago when he visited her."

Silence.

"Im Jiho?" At Jungkook's nod, Namjoon's frown deepened. "I didn't know he practices soul-scraping."

"He's co-authoring the soul-scraping study with Doctor Seong."

At the mention of one of their previous soul health doctors, Yoongi raises his eyebrows.

"Our Doctor Seong?"

Jungkook nods with a sigh, plopping down beside Hoseok. "Apparently, it's why he stopped private practice—to focus on the studies. They're also lobbying for fully legalizing soul-scraping in the Assembly. I ran into him, and he mentioned that he was there for noona's side effects from the therapy."

Side effects?

Shit.

"W-wait. Five months, you said?" Jin says with a tremble in his voice. "Is that why I can barely feel her anymore?"

Jungkook's sigh is pained, forlorn. "Apparently, yeah."

They all lapse in complete silence after that, the thumping of the beat on the dancefloor faint through the walls.

"Fuck."

Indeed.

It is then that Taehyung comes back. He takes one look at their varying degrees of solemn and stunned expressions and tilts his head.

"What? What happened?" he asks.

"[Name]..."

Taehyung's eyes widen before his expression smooths into indifference.

"I told you, I'm no—"

"That's not it," Jimin says softly. "She's in soul-scraping therapy, Taehyung-ah."

...

"What?"

(oh, lord. you don't know the turmoil you caused all these pining idiots, darling.)

---

And what about you?

As we said in the beginning, god must be testing your patience.

"Hey," Jackson says softly. He lifts your chin with a gentle smile long after Taehyung fucked off to god knows where. "You good, baobei?"

You didn't even know they were here. You were vaguely aware that yeah, they might be, but it totally slipped your mind. Meetings really did drain your brain.

When you stood up and went to the restroom while Jackson called for the driver, you didn't know that Taehyung was watching you from their room and completely high-tailed it from there just to intercept you when he saw you stand up from the corner of the bar. You didn't know why, but his stupid drunken ass just decided it wanted and it was a good idea to rile you up.

To piss you off is why, you think.

When you exited the ladies' room, Taehyung was standing there by the wall looking lethal. The ache in your chest flared up for two different reasons, but you ignored it. You ignored him and started walking away, pretending you didn't see him.

"So you're really here."

Seriously?

You continued ignoring him and walked on, but he didn't let you get far.

He grabs your wrist. "I said, you're really here."

The spot where he held you burned and you hissed, cursing the therapy's side effects. You were warned that coming in contact skin-to-skin with your soulmates while undergoing the therapy would feel painful (literally), but you didn't heed it then. You had no reason to touch them after all when they didn't even want to see you.

But it is painful, and it burns.

You yanked your wrist away, hiding your wrist behind your back. There's no need for that, though. Taehyung was looking at your face intently.

"Yes, and I was just leaving. See you around, T—"

"With Jackson?"

What's it with this guy?

You looked back at him and squared your shoulders up. "That's really none of your business, Taehyung."

He laughed with a sneer, shaking his head.

"What would people say if they knew you're off gallivanting with men who aren't your soulmate?"

Wow.

The nerve of this asshole.

You can't let him see it affect you though, so you tilt your head with an innocent smile.

"I'm just a nobody. Why would they talk about me? " You smirked in amusement. "I don't think it'll be me they will talk about since I wasn't the one who rejected my soulmate, was I?"

And oh, shit. Where did that come from, [Name]? Feisty.

"And I'm not doing anything illegal. Why should I be scared?" You slightly lean back and tilt your chin up. "I'm not the one between us with a reputation to uphold, a name I should protect."

You paused, a serene smile on your face.

"I'm not a coward. I'm not you, Taehyung"

The smirk on his lips was replaced with a sharp look of disdain, almost like he wants to slap the smile off your face.

(he wants to, darling. trust me. just not in the way you think.)

You knew you hit a nerve and it feels petty and mean, but it's nothing compared to the loneliness and pain they gave you these past few months. It felt satisfying, even if for just a bit.

"You really think you're all that, don't you?" He smiled almost mockingly. "Tell me, how does it feel to be rejected?"

That really stung and angered you, but you've spent all your life hiding your emotions when needed to. Your expression didn't falter.

"It feels good—"

"—because she dodged a bullet."

You internally sighed in relief as Jackson's voice float behind you. You'll forever be thankful for this man's existence, gods or not.

You melt in his arms when he wrapped them around your waist. You chanced a look at Jackson, not seeing the twitch on Taehyung's brows at your body language.

"You really think you're all that, don't you?" Jackson mocked back at him. "Imagine thinking it's the end of the world for your soulmate just because you shut down their bond." Jackson chuckled ruthlessly.

"You're pathetic, Taehyung-ssi."

The two were locked in a glowering match before Taehyung straightened up and spun on his heel without a word.

Jackson let you get your bearings by the wall of the hallway to the ladies' room in silence. But he didn't let you stew in your thoughts for long.

So now here you are, looking at his gentle eyes.

"You good, baobei?"

You don't know how to answer that really, so you pull him by the collar into a searing kiss.

He puts his hand on your waist, the other on the wall by your face, and you tighten your hold on his collar.

You pull away to gasp for air.

"Take me home," you exhale heavily as you lean your head on his shoulder. "Take me home and fuck me 'til I forget, or I might do something stupid."

Jackson's sharp intake of air is your answer before he pulls you away to your awaiting car outside the club.

---

feedback (constructive, please don't be too rude bc i'll cry) and kudos very much appreciated!

[i-love-frensh-fries]

✨I dreamed of being stuck in the dorm of the phontom troupe in a modern AU ✨ .

🕸️🕸️🕸️🕸️🕸️🕸️🕸️🕸️🕸️🕸️🕸️🕸️🕸️🕸️🕸️🕸️

🕸️I had a weird dream that day and then it came back last night. And it's living rent free in my head.

Slight sspoilers about the new pt manga chaps.

It was the the phantom troupe in a modern AU and then there was a school that was kinda like a special academy and of course there was dorms ( like the houses from hogwarts but the hunter administration that treats your file is the one doing the sorting) and obviously my delulu chrollo juc thirsty bitch that I'm ends up t in the phantom troupe dorm aka ✨the spider house ✨that everyone is scared of. But first he is some contest about them :

It was the the phantom troupe in a modern AU and then there was a school that was kinda like a special academy and of course there was dorms ( like the houses from hogwarts but the hunter administration that treats your file is the one doing the sorting) and obviously my delulu chrollo juc thirsty bitch that I'm ends up t in the phantom troupe dorm aka ✨the spider house ✨that everyone is scared to be sorted to ( you need to have a murder recored to be sorted their but most student s don't know bout that.

But first here is some context about them bitches :

🕸️ The school was like the hunter association and in the Spider house the only people allowed are the once that killed someone before. So I guess I got their becose I killed somebody? I don't know I just lived with them.

🕸️But there is the thing with the members is that they technically didn't "kill" anybody, at least that's what the authorities assumes before going trough Juvi.

🕸️That day they just happened to be in the wrong place wrong time.

🕸️It happened when they were kids maybe in elementary, they all lived in the same orphanage from the poor side of the city so they always hangout in a certain place after school.

🕸️At that time that were a bigger friend Groupe. But one day, one in particular didn't show up at school but it's fine they didn't think about it much, they were like " it's fine we will see her at the playing spot after school, Sarasa may miss school but never play time anyways" .

🕸️Class finishes they go to their usual spot expecting to find their friend *Sarasa*, but all they find is a black teach bag waiting to be oppend.

🕸️The kids were skeptical about it, some were scared but chrollo, the "main twinck" of the groupe insisted about looking inside of the bag that was suspiciously weird and suspiciously well tied. He tired at first but couldn't do it then then finx shoot his shot but didn't succeed either.

🕸️The kids grew frustrated and all tried opening it leaving their tiny finger prints on that bag. But that until Uvogine te bigger one arrives and finally opens it.

🕸️The first thing they noticed was the metallic smell (in the dream I was kinda their but not their), when everyone hesitated so look, chrollo did. And god he regrets to this day, looking at the inside where his friend's remaining body was.

🕸️Too scared by what they fsaw they run to the orphanage and told the adult not know that they will be used to cover some higher up from the city and with enough money they will be accused of killing their friend and all end up in a specialised juvi ( cause they were minors) that will change their life's and ruin their childhood forever.

🕸️After 5 years in juvi They all come out, many of their friends died during that time many lost their minds. But they survived and are now 16 years old. They get accepted into the hunter association academy? I guess? And that's how they become the most feared students of the .

🕸️ And that where the self insert potential gets jucy. And that's where I get in the story. Apparently I killed my mom? ( we had an argument that night before I dreamed 😂). And that's how I ended up their. I was so freaking scared. But weardly some of them were nice.

🕸️Paku oda was mommy. Machi was kinda sceptical. Shizuku didn't mind same for korutopi, bonolenove and Franklin.

🕸️ Phinx was decent he is from Egypt 🇪🇬 and I'm from Algeria 🇩🇿 so African besties✨✨, we watch égyptien and algerian comedy some times and we speak arabic too. And the fact that some kings from my tribe back in time were faraones ( yeah 'cause I' m amazigh) so we get in preety heated argument about it some times, but over all he is fine. Same for nobunaga we bond over video games and samurai movies ( blue eye samurai)

🕸️But their tiny bestie just straight up hates me. He dispises me sooooo much. He tried to kill I think. Put poison in my coffee ☕ 😂.

🕸️ But the weirdest one out their is chrollo. I think he sees me more like a lab experiment. He follows me with his eyes in such a creepy way. He asks where I got who are my friends. Why am I getting along with hisoka 'cause hisoka was supposed to be the scariest he told me not to approach him cause he would kill me but then we ended up being the bestest of friends so I guess he was kinda jealous.

🕸️But anyways I ranted a lot. But this is what happened when I woke up I thought that I got into a coma cus wtf it's was a looooooooong one and it gilt so vivid a and real.

🕸️If anyone read thins and wants to make It a story or something please tag me the phontom troupe dorm is such a brain rot for me I don't know.

Anyways baaay

[g0dspeeed]

5 Songs, 3 Outfits

Tagged by @carlosoliveiraa 💕 Thank you, this was so fun!

RULES: Post 5 songs associated with your OC(s), followed by 3 outfits they would wear.

The Storm by Bronze Radio Return

"She is the storm and the calm that proceeds. The howling wind and the still air in-between"

Blame Brett by The Beaches

"That's why I won't get vulnerable Don't you dare get comfortable Heartbreak is impossible Feelings doing somersaults I'm not ready for therapy To take accountability Right now it's about me Me and only 'bout me"

Damn (Unstuck) by Vox Rea

"Damn, it's all in my hands Bottle of gin and a cigarette Oh man, don't you think about lighting up? Damn, forgot all my plans Dangerous dance on quicksand Oh man, don't you think about giving up?"

King by Florence and The Machine

"I need my golden crown of sorrow My bloody sword to swing My empty halls to echo with grand self-mythology I am no mother, I am no bride, I am king I am no mother, I am no bride, I am king"

All About Me by Lilyisthatyou

"I don't give a damn if you're not at ease This is not about you, it's all about me Swallow your pride, fuck off and die This is not about you, it's all about me"

Girl just wants to be cozy fr

Free Animal by Foreign Air

"You get what you came for, what you stayed for I only know how to satisfy your craving This is what you crave Know what you're made of, what you're made of Flesh and bones won't lie They won't lie"

Waiting For The End by Linkin Park

"I know what it takes to move on I know how it feels to lie All I wanna do is trade this life for something new Holding on to what I haven't got"

WAM by A$AP Ferg

"Man, I got all the flavor, bitches say I'm delicious I'ma have all you motherfuckers laying in ditches I'ma kill all you rappers, I'ma aim with precision They was rocking with your ass 'til they made a decision All my friends making millions 'cause they knowin' my vision A lot of entertainers crash, I can see the collision Destined to make the money, I was great at division I'm finna take all your food and I'ma eat up the dishes"

Build Me Up by Reaubeau, Elle Hollis

"Something's coming, I wanna be Everything I thought that I could never be Build me up, piece by piece Figure out on my own the parts that made me"

Meet Me In The Woods by Lord Huron

"I have seen what the darkness does Say goodbye to who I was I ain't never been away so long Don't look back, them days are gone Follow me into the endless night I can bring your fears to life Show me yours and I'll show you mine Meet me in the woods tonight"

Country boy aesthetic ✨

Tagging @noodlecupcakes , @simplegenius042 , @voidika , @v0idbuggy , @direwombat , @socially-awkward-skeleton , @cassietrn , @ivymarquis , @ladyoriza , @la-grosse-patate , @nightbloodbix , @strangefable , @inafieldofdaisies , @shallow-gravy , @onehornedbeast , @henbased , @josephseedismyfather & else who wants to try!

[v3nusxsky]

Hi,hi! 👋

If it's okay with you, I would like to request a Lesso x reader with fluff. I imagined the reader who's Leonora's assistant and girlfriend, turned into a bunny in the middle of a lesson and she is stuck in that form for a whole day. Something cute and sweet.

I hope you are having a great day and if not take those: 💕💕💕💕💕

Bye-bye ! 👋

Lots of love ❤️

-🌙✨

You kept coming back

*Authors note~ this was too adorable to not write.*

Trigger warnings~ FLUFF

Prompt~ see ask^^^^

To say you loved your job was an understatement. Your job had brought so much into your life, the students were lovely and had found a place in your heart, new friends and even your girlfriend. Your sense of purpose in life had never been better. This truly was a dream come true for you, and being your girlfriend's assistant. Even better. You got to spend every day with her in the classroom and every night with her between the sheets. Your help during the day meant there was less work for Leonora to do in the evenings and more time for other more enjoyable activities you could participate in. A win win situation for you both.

The schools merging together made it possible for you as an Ever to work in the school for Evil, you saw  a mixture of Ever students and Never students, but your base would always be in the school for Evil. Truly you didn't mind that at all, most Nevers, in your opinion were deeply misunderstood and being able to work with them only strengthened that opinion. Your girlfriend was a big example of just how misunderstood Nevers could be and you'd spend the rest of your days loving her in ways others never could. Showing her the love and care she truly deserves yet had been denied.

Curses and Death traps was your favourite lesson to sit in, you got to see the students learning how to control the ability they possess, Evers and nevers alike needed to learn to control them. You often helped demonstrate for the Ever students and your girlfriend would demonstrate for the Never ones. Truly it was nothing but enjoyment for you especially when you got to see Nora in action. Could she get any hotter? Every time you'd think she couldn't but she always seemed to prove you wrong.  It was one of the many things you loved about the older woman.

Sitting in her lesson like you normally would is how you got into your situation. A young Never student was trying to control her sorcery and accidentally shot a bout of it straight into you. Instantly, you felt ten times smaller and strangely craving a carrot. Your head felt heavier and based on your girlfriend's laughter ringing through your ears you could tell you weren't exactly human. She bent down to scoop you up dismissing her class, the Never student apologised profusely, probably terrified she'd be taken to the doom room only to be met with a chuckle and promises the magic would fade soon enough. Lesso would look after her cute bunny until then.

You felt your nose twitch at the word "bunny" there was no way you were a rabbit. Right? But catching a glance of yourself in the window you were met with tall ears a fluffy tail and stunning white fur. You most definitely were a bunny. It was slightly ironic that it was a bunny you had been turned into, as if she was following your thoughts, Leonora murmured "oh pet, look at you! Aren't you the cutest bunny ever? You have have been having interesting thoughts my love, after all the spell was simply to turn you into your thoughts." If you could blush in your form you would've been beetroot red. You both knew exactly why it was a bunny. Rather ironic if you think back to last night.

For the remainder of the school hours you found a spot on your girlfriends lap, she would absentmindedly stroke in between your ears or down your small spine in a comforting manner. You fell asleep on her lap as she taught lesson after lesson, listening as she told the students you'd taken a sick day. Instead you were safely tucked away on her lap under the desk. Safe, warm and content, the perfect place for a nap. You had no idea how long this would last so you figured why not take advantage of the situation while you could. Your girlfriend seemed to have no issue with you're newly adopted form and continued her day as normal.

At the end of the day, Leonora scooped you up and took you back to your shared chambers, cooing at how cute you were. Her teasing comments about how she can get use to you like this was always accompanied with her signature smirk that you adored so much. She set you down and let you hop around the room to stretch your little legs, watching in adoration of just how cute you are like this, yet she couldn't help but miss her human bunny that would normally have been tied up to the bed by now. This was a close second though.

Nightfall came and you slowly felt your limbs morphing back into their normal state. Once fully transformed you heard the laugh you loved so much, "welcome back my darling" she all but purred at you coming to hold you. "Not a word about it Nora" you tried to threaten but it just ended up in giggles. Day was truly one for the books.

Word count ~ 942

[grimalkinmessor]

Doing a little math again because I'm legit insane ✨✨ about Light Yagami ✨✨✨

THESE ARE ESTIMATES AND GUESSES DON'T COME FOR ME but I wanted to see how many people he'd killed by the time the broadcast happened!

I counted all the names on that one manga panel—thirty-two lines with four columns per row, which puts us at 128 names per page. There are obviously pages before the ones Light shoves in front of Ryuk, so that's already over 236 people dead.

Then the police say that all of Kira's kills are between the hours of 4:00pm and 2:00am—eleven hours total.

The average person can write anywhere from five to twenty words per minute; I took a guess and went with the upper bit of sixteen words per minute being Light's writing speed. NOW with this hypothesis (doing science in my DN headcanons now, watch me if-then), accounting for any breaks Light might have taken from writing between those hours by knocking two whole hours off altogether and making it a nice nine, given that he's shown to develop a bout of insomnia for that period—but not accounting for any names that are more or less words than two (which brings up the interesting question of if Light would need someone's middle name to kill them...hmm questions for another post)—Light fills about three and three quarters of pages per hour. That's 480 names per hour.

480 names an hour for nine hours is 4,320 names a day.

So in the frantic panicked haze Light would've been in during those five days before Ryuk showed up and told him he wouldn't be dying, Light likely killed somewhere around 21,600 people.

It slows drastically after this, because Light begins to calm down and think his kills through more thoroughly, developing an actual plan of action to justify all the people he's now killed. He starts getting proper sleep again, and likely does a lot more research because the "worst of the worst" (at least those in public eye) have already fallen under his pen. They had to have, given the number of them he nerfed in those first five days.

So he puts his sleep schedule back in place, starts doing more thorough research; that knocks his time down to about six hours a day to write names, give or take depending on the day. After Ryuk appears, there's only two more days before the broadcast. In those two days, using my prior calculations, Light likely killed around 5,760 additional people in those two days.

Putting his kill count as of the Lind. L. Tailor broadcast at a little over 27,000 people :D

(Then of course he levels out to twenty-four people per day once it comes out that L thinks Kira is a student, which is a FAR more drastic change from fucking over 4,000 per day. Really highlights how his priorities switched from cleaning the world to playing his fun new game with L lmao).

Do with this what you will ✨✨✨

[kikithedreamerwriter]

OC!Sayuri x Bayverse!Leonardo

Feat. @miss-andromeda’s Andi Grace 🎀✨

🗣️: @sharpwindow @pheradream-15 @m1dnyt3-w0lf @akesdraws-blog @fyreball66 @miss-andromeda @shinzowosasageyoooo

Sayuri Meets the Boys

“April… are you sure this is a good idea?” Sayuri sighed as she stood over the manhole side-by-side with April. “I feel like I should have received some sort of invitation, don’t you think?”

“Why wouldn’t it be?” She smiled. “They want to meet you as much as you want to meet them. Besides, I’ve already asked Master Splinter. It’ll be fine, Yuri. Now get in.”

Months since the kidnapping incident, Sayuri always kept her balcony door open for Leo who gladly visited her almost every night and joined her as she studied. On days he was unavailable, they would always keep in touch via message and phone calls. As time passed by, the extent of their attraction to one another became more apparent to not only April and Casey, but to Leo’s family as well. He would hum gleefully as he cleaned the dojo, was gradually less overbearing on his brothers (which Raph and Mikey did not mind one bit), and was constantly on his phone despite his slight aversion to technology (much to Donnie’s amusement). Above all, Leo found himself constantly talking about Sayuri to his father during tea. Wanting to meet the girl behind Leo’s recent elation, Master Splinter asked April if she could bring Sayuri to the Lair so that she can have dinner with the entire family.

Unbeknownst to Leo, he continued to engage in a heated spar against Raph as Mikey and Donnie observed from the sidelines.

“How much longer!” Mikey groaned slouching over.

“Well,” Donnie replied as one of his monitors chirped. “April’s here, so maybe not as long as you think.”

“April’s here all the time, what’re you talking about?”

“I mean April and her,” Donnie smirked. Mikey’s lips formed into an ‘o’ beginning to snicker at his blue-clad older brother drenched in sweat.

“Do you think he knows?” Mikey giggled.

“Are you kidding?” Donnie snorted. “In that state? Not in the slightest.”

Just as Leo was beginning to have the upper hand in the spar, April and Sayuri stepped into the Lair.

“Hey Angelcakes!” Mikey exclaimed. “Who’s your pretty friend?”

Leo suddenly averted his gaze towards the entryway and was met with a familiar stare.

“Everyone! This is Sayuri.”

At his moment of distraction, Raph quickly pinned down his brother to the ground, securing victory.

“Whooo!” Raph howled. “That’s what I’m talkin’ ‘bout! How’s that Fearless?”

Sayuri giggled at Leo, whose defeated, sweaty form was splayed against the dojo floor in just utter embarressment. Mikey and Donnie snickered as Raph joined them towards April and Sayuri. Master Splinter then appeared from his quarters and Leo was trailed him shyly in his wake.

“It’s so wonderful to finally meet you Sayuri,” Splinter smiled as she took her hand in his. Sayuri wasn’t even fazed as she looked kindly upon the old rat and laughed at something he said. “These are my sons…”

“Raphael,”

Raph grunted and nodded at her in acknowledgement.

“Donatello,”

“Pleased to meet ya,” Donnie chirped.

“Michelangelo,”

“Hello~ babycakes,” Mikey winked.

“And I’m sure you’re quite acquainted with Leonardo,” Splinter smiled as he turned towards his eldest son at the back of the room.

“Hey,” Leo said to her shyly.

“Hi,” Sayuri grinned.

Just then April looked up from her phone, “Heads up guys, Andi’s coming. Casey’s picking her up.”

“Then we better get the table set,” Leo interjected suddenly, steering away Raph who threw him a funny look as they headed into the direction of the showers instead. Splinter chuckles as a retreats to his quarters to wash up before dinner. He excuses himself and leaves promptly.

“Alright!” Mikey cheered, slinging his arms across Sayuri and April’s. “Three of the hottest babes in New York are gonna be under this roof tonight!”

“Watch your hands, Mikey. Sayuri’s not exactly single.” April winked as Sayuri blushed profusely.

“My bad, my bad,” Mikey raised his hands. “Anyways Sayuri, may I have the pleasure of touring you around our humble abode?” Sayuri laughed at Mikey’s posh imitation as he offered his arm to her.

“Yes you may good sir,” Sayuri smiled as she looped her arm through his.

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The household held such a chaotic and vibrant energy. Splinter with his wisdom, Mikey with his charms, Raphael with his quiet brooding, Donatello with his imagination, and well… Leo with what Sayuri calls his “adorable anxiety.” Everyone was settling down at the table, both their bottoms and the bottoms of plates of heaping food when Casey enters the Lair. Behind him a girl, just about Sayuri’s age and height follows. She was wearing a pink sweater tucked in white slacks. Her long, caramel hair was in a half-up hairstyle adorned with a pink bow. Sayuri thought two things, one: she looked like the softest thing on the planet and that she couldn’t possibly harm a fly, two: she’s rocking the pink Barbie aesthetic. At the sight of her, Donnie ran towards the young woman with such haste that he nearly knocked Mikey from his seat.

“Oh Enchantress!” He sighs as he lifts her into his arms. “How I’ve missed you!”

“Hello my professor,” her hand grazed his cheek lovingly.

“Well that’s excessive,” Raph remarked from the table.

“Your stupidity is excessive,” she shot back. Mikey snorted.

“Now,” she sighed as Donnie let her down. “Where’s this Sayuri that everyone’s been talking about?”

Sayuri waved from the table.

“Hey! The name’s Andi!”

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Dinner was commencing and it was in full swing. Chinese and Italian is on the menu tonight and everyone was digging in. It was wasn’t an enormous round table where everyone sat at, so it was a quite a tight fit. Leo didn’t mind as long Sayuri’s smooth arm grazed against his on occasion, and sharing a glance afterwards.

“You all right?” He whispered to her. He smelled like his homemade soap and of green tea. Sayuri wished she could just bottle the scent of him and mist over all her cardigans.

“Yeah,” Sayuri whispered back. “Leo?”

“Yeah?”

“Your family’s really cool.”

Leo smiled.

Sayuri chuckled.

“Donnie looks really happy,” she says as she watched Andi feed Donnie a dumpling from her plate. “They look so good together.”

“Yeah?” Leo says to her smiling. “So do we.”

Sayuri’s cheeks reddened as Leo held her hand under the table.

“You’re one of us now.”

[wardenparker]

Sassenach and the Spaniard - ch 8

Pero Tovar x female reader Co-written with @absurdthirst

Delirious with sickness and near to death, Pero Tovar finds himself on the doorstep of a village outsider who nurses him back to health just before the winter snows descend. With a black cat for company, a mask on her face, and a biting wit that intrigues him, Pero comes to find out that his new companion is more than what she seems.  ✨  Inspired and influenced by Diana Gabaldon’s Outlander series. ✨ Reader is described as disabled and having hair long enough to cover part of her face.

Rating: Mature Word Count: 11.7k Warnings: **Blanket warnings for this fic include cursing, food mentions, references to previous sexual assault (multiple characters).** General danger, threats of violence (including threats of domestic violence), mention of infertility, some good fluff and a little bit of sexy talk for balance. Summary: The journey continues as our found family leaves the safety of their little Breton cottage for the last time and heads north toward Scotland. Never knowing how far behind them their enemy might be, every moment they are not moving at full speed is a moment of danger. Notes: This journey, for all its twists and turns, is so full of love and hope. It’s rainy where I live today, overcast and gray, and I’m taking a little bit of the love these two couples carry with them as a reminder to have an open heart and an open mind even when things seem bleak. Have a good Sunday, everybody 💖

Ch 1 ~ Ch 2 ~ Ch 3 ~ Ch 4 ~ Ch 5 ~ Ch 6 ~ Ch 7

By the time the first pink rays of light start to brighten the sky, the small party of horses and people is nearly three hours from your cottage. Pero’s horse is the last one. His stallion snorting slightly at the pace and the contraption strapped to his flanks as Pero twists in his saddle to look behind him and checks the path. It is not perfect, you can tell animals have been through, but not their number or that humans are on their back. It will have to do.

“At least the ferry will be easy to hire.” Bundled in extra layers in front of Pero on Caballo’s back, you point a finger through the fog at the coast that has come into view. The crossing from France to England isn’t streamlined and simple like the Chunnel. It is a floating barge on a thick, tarred chain run by men who routinely extort the travelers who have no choice but to buy their fare from shore to shore.

“Humph.” Pero snorts and shakes his head. “Let me talk to them.” He looks over to where Briac and Arwena are talking over their horses’ heads. The blankets from your bed wrapped around them for extra warmth as the temperatures are even more frigid on the coast.

“Ho there!” The grizzled looking man on his ferry barge is used to being the gruffest looking man on any given day, but this traveler slides off his horse with an angry set to his broad frame. “Seeking passage?”

Pero scowls and nods. “For us and the horses.” He growls, making sure that his cloak opens to reveal his armor and his sword. He knows men like this, men who will try to cheat anyone they come across for a few extra coins.

“Hafta do two trips.” The man grumbles after a moment, sizing up the foreigner and his war horse along with the woman still riding it. “Yer wife and girl with their horses are plenty enough for this barge to take a’once. Can’t see to sink my livelihood over a bunch of foreigners.”

“The girl and the other man go first.” Pero shakes his head, his scowl deepening. “And you get your coins when we are all safely on the other side.” He’s used to being called a foreigner, but the idea that this barge is incapable of taking all of you at once is laughable. However, he’s not going to argue making two trips but the ferryman has lost his mind if he thinks he’s going to allow you and Arwena to go alone.

“No need to be choosy ‘bout it.” The ferryman huffs, as though he wasn’t very clearly going about his job in poor faith. “It’s tuppence per crossing,” he tells Pero with a wary eye. “Should charge an extra penny for that great war horse but I’m feelin’ generous today.”

“Good then.” Pero grumbles, pinning the man with a hard stare before he turns back to walk over towards Briac who has dismounted his own horse.

“We have passage?” Briac asks, his voice lowered so as not to give the ferryman any ideas about denying them if he has already agreed.

“We do but I don’t trust them.” Pero cuts his eyes back towards the ferryman. “He wanted to send the women and the horses over without us.” He motions you to move his horse closer and from the weapons he has, he pulls out the throwing axe he had been teaching Briac on. “Keep your sword visible. You and Arwena are crossing first. Wait for us on the other side.”

“Aye.” Briac swallows his uneasiness, putting all of it aside to make sure that Arwena is safe. “I’ve no doubt that Sassenach could care for herself, but Wena? I would sooner build a barge myself than let her out of my sight.”

“As much as I know Sassenach can defend herself, I will not be either.” Pero admits, although he knows your dagger is always close at hand. “I trust four people, and one of them is in China.”

Briac is not brave enough in the moment to ask if he might be one of the remaining three, but he nods and reaches for the reins of Arwena’s horse. “Come down, love,” he urges her softly. “And stay close to me. We will cross first.”

Pero makes sure that he’s the one that helps Arwena down from her horse. While Briac has come a long way, it would do well to have everyone involved in the ferry crossing to think that the rougher looking man would be highly upset if anything happened to either woman.

“Steady on, now.” The ferryman never moves an inch from his post, waving his direction to the younger pair with their smaller mounts. “Two by two, as they say. Steady on.”

Pero nods towards Briac and motions them forward. “They will not be asking for coins until we are both across.” He calls out, seemingly reminding the boy but really sending the ferryman a warning.

Arwena does not need to be told to stay close to Briac, already able to tell from the sneer on the man's face that she wants no more to do with this ferryman than is absolutely necessary. She clings to her soulmate's hand as he leads both horses onto the barge, keeping her face hidden as best she can. If her father figures out they have fled Brittany altogether, this crossing will undoubtedly be the one he takes.

Briac keeps a watchful eye on all of the men as the two of them are loaded up and the ropes are released from the small dock. The chains are slowly dragging them away from the shore and the land that Briac has known for his entire life. "It is a fresh start." He murmurs to his soulmate as he watches you and Tovar get smaller as the ferry moves towards their destiny.

He is right. She knows he is. But that does not stop the terrifying uncertainty in her heart from bubbling up, making her bury her face in his chest to hide the fact that she is beginning to weep for having to run away from home. Leaving with their heads held high and a new life decided on would be so very different from the feeling she has tonight - the feeling of stealing away like a criminal in the night covered in a cloak of shame. "I know," she murmurs back, though it is broken by tears.

"It is going to be alright." He promises her, crushing her to his armored chest and letting her cry all she needs to against his cloak. "We are very fortunate that we are able to travel with them."

"I know," Arwena sputters again, feeling ashamed in a wholly different way for seeming so ungrateful. "I—it is—" She huffs, mostly at herself. "It is not what we had planned."

"I know." Briac lets go of her shoulder and reaches up to cup both of his soulmate's cheeks, looking into her beautiful eyes. "I would never let you marry that man, to bear his children when you are mine and I am yours. I would rather give up my mother and father, everything I know to leave now than to see that monster touch you again. To know that he is hurting the woman who owns my heart." He vows seriously.

"I love you." Those words are clear and sound even through her distress, and Arwena leans her forehead against Briac's to try to calm herself. "And I will forever be grateful that you love me."

"I love you." He promises, just like he has every time he has to leave her, although this time he is staying by her side. "As soon as I can, I am making you my wife."

"As soon as we can." Arwena nods, watery eyes clearing a little as she reminds herself to be strong for him. Briac has given his entire life for her - to keep her safe and to be with her - and she does not want him to ever regret it for a moment.

Leaning in, Briac gives in to the urge to kiss her. Something he hadn’t been able to do in the village that they had lived in.

It's soothing. Calming in a very basic way. And Arwena feels like she can breathe again when they part. "It will work out." Whether the reassurance is for herself or for him, she cannot be sure. "It must."

“Yes it will.” Briac is as sure as Arwena is, but he puts on a braver front. Pero has taught him well and he will not let him or his soulmate down. “Come, let us watch the water.” He urges her to turn away from the shore and look out towards the future and the Isles they will venture to.

"On our way to our new home." Arwena leans into his side, willing herself to be steady in the face of adversity. To be grounded and confident. To show no fear. As she has seen you be so many times before.

It takes hours. The only sounds the clanking of the chain as it rattles through the eyebolt on the ferry and the stomping of the horses’ hooves, the grunts of the ferrymen and the lapping of water against the raft. It’s almost soothing in its rhythm but Briac is happy to see the shore loom closer through the winter fog.

When the empty barge finally comes into sight on the French side of the channel, you lean into Pero's side and chuckle half-heartedly in an attempt to break the tension in the air. "We could have fucked twice in the time it took him to return."

Pero snorts, the first break in his scowl since he dismounted the horse hours ago. His answer is a squeeze to your hip before he lets go and steps towards the small loading dock to pull the chain to bring the ferry closer much quicker.

"Your kin are safe on the other side." The ferryman tells him when the barge steadies in place and he can speak to the foreigner without shouting.

“Good.” Pero nods, but he doesn’t offer anything more. Oftentimes just being quiet will garner more information than asking.

"No guarantees they'll be that way for long." He huffs, eyeing Pero closely. "Get your wife here and we'll get you across as well."

“Sassenach.” Pero looks over at you and nods, reaching for the horse’s reins to guide him onto the barge. The war horse is used to being transported and he easily follows Pero up the ramp.

"Aye." Sticking to his side is the safest thing you can do mostly because you wouldn't trust the ferryman as far as you can throw him based on Pero's description of the man.

The two of you board the barge, Pero securing the horse to the post and turning back to look towards the direction of your cottage. “How is your gato doing?”

"She was napping on that last road." Binx stretches in her pouch at the sound of her second name - since she now responds to gato without any sort of pretense or grumbling - and meows softly like she is reaching for Pero. "Yes, preciosa, we're talking about you." you laugh, glad for a reason to smile as the sun climbs higher in the sky. On any other day, you might only be waking up now.

Pero chuckles, lifting the fabric that covers the small sling that she is in and peering in at her. “She might be the most comfortable out of our group.”

"Without a doubt." It is good to hear him laugh, like a balm over your already weary soul. "She will perhaps be less so when it is time to stay awake through the night, but I am sure that sleeping in her pack all day will more than make up for it."

“It is a good idea.” He admits, knowing the cat will wake him up if there is danger and she can see and hear better than he can. Especially in the darkness. “As soon as we get across, I want to put as many miles as we can between us and the ferry.” He murmurs to you softly, where the ferryman can’t hear.

"North until we are numb at the thought of it." You whisper back, nodding slightly as you watch the French coast start to shrink. The ferryman pulls away from the bank easily enough, a sour look on his unpleasant face.

Pero’s eyes flick back to the shore before drifting over to the ferryman. “He will not try anything until he has gotten his pay.” He reassures you, knowing that a skirmish may happen, but he is ready if it does.

"I am not above singeing a man who deserves it." Arwena has your dagger, but you have fire in your fingertips. "Or worse, if need be."

He appreciates that, he really does, but he doesn’t want you to reveal your talents unless it is dire. “Not unless your life is in danger. Yours or the girl’s.”

"I don't expect him to try more than robbing us." Keeping your voice down is easy enough given the noise of moving water, and your lips being so near Pero's ear where his head is bent down beside yours. "He would not be fool enough to try to touch me with you here, and Wena is safely on shore."

“I agree.” He growls in your ear, doing it on purpose to make you shiver. “He would be a dead man, Sassenach.” He promises you. “I don’t share.”

"Cruel." Looking into his eyes it's obvious that he did it on purpose - that he did it to tease you. You tut and shake your head. "I should never have let you know how much I enjoy your possessive streak."

His chuckle is low, rough as he caresses you with it. “It is good, because it is not something that I can change. You are mine and I am yours. You are lucky I share my cheese and ale with you.” He teases, knowing he would go hungry if it meant filling your belly.

"I am lucky." You will never debate that. Not since having him in your life. Everything that you've had to go through - everything that brought you through the roller coaster of your life - was all to place you at his side. "I am yours and you are mine and that makes me the luckiest woman there is."

“And I am lucky you believe that.” Pero’s eyes are constantly moving now that he is away from the safety of your cottage. He didn’t realize until now how comfortable he had been, how settled he had become and how he viewed that stone cottage as home. Security.

Silence falls between you, comfortable yet tense for the circumstances steal the quiet that usually inhabits the stillness in moments with Pero. You have never minded not talking too much, but right now you know that his keen ears are listening for any sound out of concert or any sight out of tune. He has never really cared for open water. Not deep water. He can swim, but he doesn’t like not being able to see the shores or the bottom. To this trip that unease adds an extra layer of tension.

"Odd time of year for a family to travel." The ferryman ventures, when it is clear from his huffing and puffing that he does not care for silence. He would rather speak of nonsense than not speak at all.

“Roads are clear.” Pero grunts, unwilling to correct the man. If he thought you all were family, then he would continue to believe that. “Less thieves to kill.”

"Not exactly movin' house though, are ye? Not with three horses and no carriage." These people are infuriating in their own small way, since he can tell that you all have something to hide, and he simply doesn't know what.

“We travel light.” Pero huffs, not appreciating the questions. It wasn’t his business; his business was to operate a ferry.

"Can see that." The ferryman grumbles. It's almost as if the foreigner is being deliberately difficult and that annoys him.

There’s a slight amount of glee to be had in frustrating the man. Pero grunts and decides to toss the man some information. “Wife’s carrying a babe and wanting to be with her family while she is growing.” Useless and false as the information may be, it is a plausible reason for haste.

"Bit of a leap from this babe up to your girl." Any tiny morsel of information will do, and the ferryman chomps at it greedily. "Good on ye.”

There’s a moment where he feels you tense up and he knows that he will be reassuring you that he doesn’t care about actually having babes with you. But if someone comes looking, they will be thrown off hopefully. “It was time for another.” He grunts.

"Family will be right pleased with the news, then." The man nods as he walks with the chain to and fro on his barge. Caballo snorts as though to disagree and Binx meows softly in agreement with her equine friend, both reactions making you crack a private smile. Even the animals know this man is a fool.

Pero lets the silence linger again, determined that this man won’t learn any other useless information about his party. His hand slides around you, under where Binx is nestled and he taps your tummy in amusement. If he thinks Arwena is your child together, the years are very vast between babes.

It gives you the opportunity to nuzzle into Pero and you take it happily. Acting the devoted wife is not acting at all, in this case. The unpleasant ferryman would see nothing but a devoted couple and their grown children and that was just fine - there is just enough lie in it to throw the magistrate off the scent if he comes this way in his search for Arwena.

Finally the shoreline creeps closer. Every grunt and rattle of chains that brings the barge closer makes him tense slightly. He can make out the boy and his soulmate on the shore with their horses and he breathes a slight sigh of relief.

“What dutiful children we have.” Pero’s relief isn’t lost on you, and you send him a smile that says you are sharing that emotion right down to your bones. Being separated so early in the journey - even for just a little while - made you tense.

“Yes they are.” Pero grunts. “I taught the boy well. It would have been inconvenient to have the boy gut someone before I could get here.” Briac has never taken a life, but the ferryman doesn’t know that.

You actually can’t stop the laugh that that draws out of you, smirking and smothering the sound with both of your hands while the ferryman looks at you like you’re some kind of psychopath for finding it funny that your son didn’t kill anyone in your absence. “Aye,” you manage to agree finally, looking over at Pero with amusement still dancing in your eyes. “That would have been mightily inconvenient.”

“It would.” Pero grumbles, frowning slightly but his own amusement is evident when he looks at you. “Boy took the dagger I wanted last time.” He huffs, making it seem more like the kid had a body count.

You nearly snort, but not as seriously as you can. “Aye. He did do that. Rascal.”

Pero scowls at you slightly and glances over at the ferryman to find him very interested in his task. “Greedy.”

When the barge has finally pulled up to the ramp, you follow Pero off and take hold of Caballo’s reins while your soulmate goes to pay for your fares. Arwena and Briac look even more relieved to see you than you are them, and you accept her embrace easily. “Say nothing until we are away from this place,” you remind her - a whisper in her ear.

Arwena nods seriously, her eyes darting between you and the ferry as if to try and gauge the situation, but she doesn’t say anything. There is a tenseness now that had her worried.

“Careful on the roads east and north, if you’re headed that way,” The ferryman offers gruffly. He fidgets as he waits for payment and offers a tidbit of information that he hopes might earn him an extra coin. “Bandits about. A deformed wife ought to be safe but a pretty daughter never is.”

“Good we are going south then.” Pero growls, itching to pull his blade out and cut the ferryman’s tongue out for insulting you. “My wife may have lost sight in one eye but she is not defenseless.” He promises.

“A good journey to you, then.” Sensing the foreigner is temperamental about his wife’s disfigurement, the ferryman wraps his calloused hand around the coins in his palm and touches the brim of his cap politely. It’s more manners than he’s shown to the traveler all morning, but he doesn’t want to be run through over an offhand comment.

Pero doesn’t respond, just wraps his hand around your arm and leads you away, cursing under his breath. “We will leave and head south before we make our way north.” He tells you quietly as he leads you back over to the other couple and the horses.

“What did the bloated insect have to say?” You ask, suspecting from the shade of red in Pero’s face that the ferryman angered him.

“Doesn’t matter.” Pero growls, turning around and scowling at the man who is watching the four of you with unabashed interest.

“Alright.” Trying to force information out of Pero is as useless as trying to get a pig to stop eating, so you just put it aside for now. You’ll ask again later if you remember to - when you’re further away and he’s had a chance to calm down from whatever is bothering him. “Mount up, then. Everyone.”

It’s a waste of time, but obviously the bastard is going to watch to see which direction your horses travel, so Pero guides the group south. Hopefully if any inquire, he will have given enough misdirection.

The detour loses you valuable hours of travel, as Pero only begins to guide you north again at a crossroads around sunset after stopping for a quick meal in the cover of some nearby woods. No one on the road would have seen four people and three horses bent over a meal, and you can start north again to put some distance between you and the detour before everyone gets too tired.

Pero keeps pushing even after darkness settles on the road around you. His eyes watching for any sign of trouble as he goes. He knows that soon all of you will need to sleep, but he hopes to be several more miles away when that happens.

Arwena is the first to get tired, nearly drifting off on her mount’s back. Briac notices, his sharp eyes always on her, and jolts her awake again. “We need to break,” he calls across the group, not saying any names out loud as he had been instructed. “She’s exhausted.”

Grumbling, Pero looks around and points towards a cluster of trees about half a mile up the road. “We’ll make camp there.” He tells them, turning towards you. “Send your gato ahead to check it out.”

“You can do that, can’t you, sweetheart?” Pulling Binx from her warm and comfortable sling, you wait until Caballo has come to a full stop before putting the cat down in front of you and watching as the war horse bows his head to give Binx a ramp to safely walk down. She leaps to the ground with about two feet left and takes off into the night at full speed.

Pero grunts, patting the horse’s neck as he lifts it again. “When we find our clearing, first thing will be a fire to see by.” He murmurs to you softly. “Then we will get you bedded down.”

“I am more worried about Wena,” you admit, knowing that of the four of you, she is the least physically active and going to be the most tired by traveling. Girls of her station aren’t expected to labor in any physical way except childbirth or waiting on the men in their lives, and Briac has never asked her to lift a finger. “She has not slept in two days, amor. It is no wonder she is exhausted.”

“I know.” Pero softens as he watches her sway in her saddle. “We will let her rest as much as possible. Tomorrow she might need to ride with me if she is too worn out.” He squeezes your waist gently. “Briac has never had another on a horse with him.”

“You will keep her safe, and I will have to content myself with being close to you under blankets in the night.” It’s said softly, with nothing but pride and affection for the man who is giving everything to help the teens that have come to mean so much to you both.

“Hopefully she will be rested but, it depends on how she adapts.” The chicken that he had butchered would be dinner tonight and he knows that tomorrow will be another grueling day so he can put as much distance between the ferry and his group as possible.

“I believe she will adapt well.” She has shown more spirit in the last few weeks and months that you ever thought possible, and that is something you truly adore in the young woman. “No one fares well on two days of no sleep and the heartbreak of leaving an entire life behind.”

“I agree.” Pero can understand that, he is grumpy when he doesn’t sleep. “I am glad we have not had any issues so far.”

“I only pray we continue the same way in the days and weeks to come.” You know it won’t be that easy, but a girl can hope. Nothing is ever easy, unfortunately.

******

Even though the gato is on watch, perched up on a limb above the group and you are securely in his arms, Pero finds it hard to go to sleep. He is exhausted, but still he cannot allow himself to relax enough to ease off. Pulling you closer, he presses his nose to your neck and breathes you in, hoping to calm his nerves.

“Amor, you need sleep.” The whisper is quiet, but his shuffling about had pulled you out of a precarious sleep full of anxious dreams.

“I will sleep.” He promises, pressing his lips to your neck. “I am just on edge.”

“It is understandable.” Turning over in his arms is slightly tricky, but you manage it without ever letting in the cold, and press a kiss to the corner of his lips. “You have been a wonder, amor.”

“I have been worried.” Pero admits quietly, knowing that he can tell you such things. Things that he wouldn’t be able to say to anyone else, not even William.

"About what, cariño?" For him to admit to being concerned is unusual. Normally he just huffs and grumbles and looks concerned without saying anything. It is only in the last few weeks that he has opened up more.

“If we are caught now, it will be difficult.” Pero huffs, pulling you close. “I am afraid her father will bring too many men.”

"I have no fear of revealing myself for what I am if that is what it takes to keep all of you safe," you murmur, aware that a hardened edge has crept into your otherwise soft tone. "He will find himself engulfed in flames like men of his temper have done to my sisters for hundreds of years, and I will not be sorry for a moment."

“Not unless your life or Arwena’s is in danger.” He insists, looking into your eyes in the darkness. “Do not reveal yourself for me.”

"That may be the first request you have ever made of me that I cannot honor." Yet your eyes never leave his, as there is no remorse in your refusal. "I would sooner fight for your life than defend my own."

“And I will not be able to fight for yours if I am worried about you.” He grumbles. “Just— please, Sassenach. I need you to …be safe.”

"It will take more than that man to tear me from your side, amor. I promise." When it comes down to it, you know that the only thing scarier than having something happen to Arwena or Briac for either of you is having something happen to each other, but that is something you may have to fight for now. And if it is? You will fight tooth and claw with all that you have.

You’re stubborn. Pero huffs but he doesn’t argue. Knowing that for now it will do no good. All he can do it push you forward. Once the Bans are read and the vows exchanged, there is nothing her father can do.

"We will all live to see happiness." You're determined to see it through. All of it. From Arwena and Briac's marriage, to getting them settled, to moving on to Inverness. The only question for you is what will happen when you reach that last destination on this journey.

“Go to sleep.” Pero urges you. “Morning will come soon and you need to be rested.” He is trained to go without sleep, but he feels himself relaxing slightly because he has talked with you. Sharing with his soulmate has made him feel like he is making the right choices.

"Te amo." Two small words, but when said with honesty, they make you feel as light as a feather; and they let you snuggle into his arms a little easier after kissing him good night.

“Te amo, mi amor.” Pero hums, his own eyes closing after one last brief glance around the camp with the low burning fire and the up at Binx on her perch. Her eyes wide and shining in the firelight, obviously watching for any danger. “Dulces sueños.” He whispers, drifting off to sleep behind you.

******

The smoke curling up from the chimney makes Padrig smirk. Wondering if you foolishly thought you could protect yourself and his daughter from him. The last time he had been alone, but the three other men, one of them Arwena’s betrothed, flank his horse and it would be a pleasure to make you pay for the wound that still aches when the cold settles in his bones.

“Think the bitch is still abed?” Dergen shifts on his mount, vexed at having to chase down a bride that was already bought and paid for. Arwena should be sitting dutifully at home - or already lying in his bed - not making him galivant all over creation on a chase for a wild goose.

“There are whispers that the whore witch that lives here has taken a man in.” His lip curls in anger at the thought. She denied him and yet spreads her legs for some other? He will make sure she does not enjoy him as punishment. She will cry out for mercy before he decides if he will kill her or make her his whore. “She has probably thought the snows will keep her safe.”

“The snows and a wastrel’s cock.” The snort from Dergen is derisive and their companions bluster in inarticulate agreement when he adds: “We’ll cut it off and feed it to the red-nosed bastard.”

Snorting, the magistrate shifts in his saddle, beady eyes watching for any movement. “We will wait another minute and then bust the door down.” He tells his companions before he raises his voice. “Arwena! Come out now and your punishment for running to the witch will be forgiven!”

When there is no sound or movement from within, the other two men riding behind shift in their saddles and dismount. The axes they carry will cut down a piddly cottage door easily enough. “Arwena!” He screams again, louder this time. “I will break this door down!” He should have known that the girl was reaching out, it was bad enough that the cobbler’s son shared marks with her. But this is a betrayal.

Dergen rocks uncomfortably in place, hand on the pommel of his sword like he’s seen nobler men do time and time again. The air of importance is all he has, and he clings to it, just as he clings to this seemingly ill-fated betrothal. Marriage to his friend’s daughter will legitimize him. Bolster his ailing business and bring in the money he needs to rescue it. That she is young and pretty and will bear him many sons to continue that business is added fortune, at this point. He was certain he had managed to stake his claim in her the last time, but the girl never grew. He would have to do better the next time. “Arwena!” He calls out, gruff and sniffling with the cold making his nose drip. “If you will not obey your father, obey the man who will be your husband and come out now!”

Padrig growls, spitting out a curse and hating how she is refusing to obey him. “Bitch! You’re going to pay for this!” He promises, talking to both you and his daughter. He turns to the other men at his side. “Break the door down but don’t kill anyone yet.”

It would be comical to anyone else watching, to see two large men with frightful axes attack a door that simply swings open as soon as their blades collide with wood. They fall forward slightly, still tightly grasping the axe handles that are now firmly imbedded in the door, and look around in surprise. The fire is banked and smoldering, a few belongings still populate the shelves of one wall, and the furniture remains, but not much else. The younger of the two brutes pulls his axe free and turns to the magistrate in dismay. “There is no one here,” he reports, eyes downcast as though he’s afraid to be beaten for simply being the bearer of bad news.

Padrig huffs, not believing him as he grunts and dismounts his horse, rushing forward. His friends aren’t smart, they are dim-witted, but they enjoy the power that comes with being associated with him. Boosting his ego and doing the unpleasant tasks he doesn’t wish to do himself. The cottage is empty however and he kicks at a chair. “Fuck!” He roars. “We must find the wenches! They cannot have gotten far!” He seethes. “Briac will be beaten sorely for this.” He knows she must have gone to him. You and his daughter aren’t smart enough to plan an escape.

Dergen shoves the brutes aside, dismayed that they are now dealing with an escape and not just an attempt at hiding. He thunders around the cabin as though throwing his considerable weight around will someone shake the residents out of hiding, but what he is met with is only silence. There is, though, unfortunate evidence that cannot be denied. "They must have another with them," he reports, practically growling when he comes back out to Padrig's side. "There are four cups on the table inside."

“Then the rumors are true.” His eyes narrow and he looks around the clearing. It’s obvious now, your roof is patched and the entire area looks like a man has been working. The stack of wood high, and there had been a number of animal skins brought in by the whelp to the tanner. “Mount up, they can’t have gotten far. We will chase them down, kill the boy and the man and drag them back by their hair.”

"It will be fun to finally burn the witch." Swinging back up onto his horse, Dergen grunts and starts surveying the area, snarling at the layer of fresh powder snow that is obscuring any hoof or footprints that might have been visible even a few hours ago. "North," he decides, seeing less snow on the lower-hanging branches along the road in that direction. As though it had been shaken off by riders' heads or shoulders. "The fools have gone north in this cold."

“I told you my daughter was comely but she gets her brains from her useless mother.” Padrig snorts.

"Easy to lead astray but easier to beat into submission," the larger man huffs. "She will learn."

Huffing, Arwena’s father grabs the reins of his horse and turns his mount. “Let us go teach them lessons they will not soon forget.” He growls, eager to see you yield and plead for mercy.

******

Unprepared for a chase, the group returns to the village for warm clothes and provisions before setting out north toward the shore. It is well past midday when they arrive there and the ferryman that greets them is bundled against the cold. "Ho there!" He calls, pulling off the hood of his cloak and struggling to his feet when he sees the group of riders approaching. "Be you gentlemen requiring passage?"

Padrig grunts, sizing up the man. “Have you had many approach you today?” He asks, making sure the man sees the coin purse at his hip.

The ferryman's brow scrunches before he manages to smooth his expression, making him look dumbstruck before he attempts to look worldly. "Some fair few." He answers, shifting his weight a little. The man closest to him is tall and broad, cutting a distinguished figure in his expensive clothes. "Travel is heavy this new year."

“I’m looking for some kin of mine. Might have used your ferry.” His hand rests on his sword as he strides closers. “Two women in the group. One of them less an eye with a nasty scar.”

“Might’ve done.” He answers gruffly, unsure if he can wrench any coin from this wealthy man for the information. He did overhear the younger man speaking of running away, after all. Little whelp couldn’t keep his voice down enough. “Memory ain’t what it used to be, I’m afraid,” he says, glancing at the coin purse on the man’s hip. The group was unfriendly and unsettling, so if he’s going to share gossip he may as well be paid for it.

There’s a tense moment where he contemplates pulling his sword. With threatening the man, but he might be told lies. Instead, Padrig rocks his jaw and pulls his purse open to pull a few coppers out. “How is your memory now?” He asks, staring at the man as he drops the coins on the ground.

The pennies hit the ground without a sound, but the ferryman doesn’t miss the chance to count them in the air. Three pennies is a start - a decent start at that. But only a start, since he’s not dunce enough to chance getting cursed by that witch without having something to show for it. “Aye, seems to me they came through with two men,” he offers, scooping the coins out of the dirty snow on the ground. “The older woman’s husband is a foreigner. Whelp talked local, though.”

Dergen snorts. “That ain’t her husband.” He chortles but Padrig sneers at the idea of there being a potential foreigner. What type of foreigner? What was this man and why had he come to the village he controls. “When were they here?” Two more pennies come out to clink against the others on the ground.

“Not sure. Didn’t recognize the accent.” The ferryman doesn’t scramble, but his hand quickly shoots forward to scoop up the newly dropped coins and he inspects the now five in his hand with greed. “First light,” he reports, when he deems all the coins to be real. “An’ if he weren’t her husband, they’re at least soulmates. Shared the scar and all.”

That is news. Some that makes the magistrate hiss in anger. The bitch managed to summon her soulmate through some black magic no doubt. Wanting to protect herself from him. It wouldn’t matter, no one would stand in his way. His eyes flit over to the barge. “We need to get across.” He pulls out a gold piece and holds it up. “This is yours if you tell me what direction they went on the other side.”

That much gold would feed his small family for the whole winter, and the ferryman swallows thickly as he stares at the coin. “S-south, my lord,” he answers as soon as he opens his mouth. “They had provisions plenty and seemed to be fleeing, but the foreigner said they were headed south.”

“South.” He smirks and nods, this time handing the coin to the ferryman. “They are fleeing. The witch kidnapped my daughter and dragged her from her betrothed.” He motions towards Dergen. “Get us across.”

“Ye best know, then.” The ferryman jumps forward to take the reins of the horse the betrothed man was riding when he hops down, and does the same for the rich man’s mount. “They’re claiming her as their own. Calling her daughter.”

Snorting, Padrig shakes his head. “Fools.” He spits. “The witch has been a blight on my village that I tolerated for too long.” He grins at the other men he rode with. “Tonight, we will see if she will squeal when stuck with a stake.” He chuckles at his own crude joke, even though it does not make sense.

Four men and four horses fit easily on the ferryman’s barge no matter what he had told the deceitful group this morning - and now he is doubly glad that he had overcharged them. “The foreigner looked a warrior,” he offers, wondering if there is still coin to be had in more information. The group had made an impression on him. “Wears armour and rides a war horse.”

“Memory is a lot better now.” The magistrate quips, smirking slightly. “What else. Everything this time.”

“Comes and goes with age, milord.” The ferryman mumbles sheepishly. Not that he feels any remorse, he just doesn’t like being called out. “The girl and the whelp seemed…secretive. Whispering together when I took them across. She was mighty fearful, but I suppose she knew you’d be findin’ her soon enough.”

“She believes she knows better than her father, than her betrothed.” He growls, shaking his head. “The whelp wants to entrench himself in my family and means to do it through her.”

“She’ll learn soon enough.” Dergen grumbles, shifting his cloak on his shoulders. “Mercy is a reward, not a right. Have to earn it, she will.”

“When you plant your seed in her, she will learn that we have done her a blessing.” Padrig nods, although he’s more eager to get his hands on the bitch that gave him his scar on his thigh and to see what kind of man has a soul that is bound to the devil.

******

Each day that passes is the furthest Arwena has ever been from home. Every hoofbeat to the tightly-packed earth the sound of her former life being left further in the past. There is nothing but newness now, yet a sense of comfort is impossible to ignore when the night’s campfire is lit and the four of you crowd around it and wait for your evening meal to cook. Game is scarce on the road but not impossible to find and Pero is a formidable hunter that has taught his impressive skills diligently. Briac’s talents with a bow are to be envied - and the large hare that you split between you last night with a handful of stewed mushrooms sits warm in her belly even this morning.

Sharing Pero’s horse as she now sometimes does, Arwena’s keen sight is helpful at the front of the group of travelers. She can spot the signs of life from a far-off village or a bird that may be their midday meal with much more ease than the others and more than that - she knows the bird songs that will bring them to the group to keep their bellies full and their minds clear. A different kind of huntress, but skilled nonetheless. This morning the skies are murky, warning of snow that will slow their progress. There is hope, though, as Arwena points to a speck on the horizon in the distance. “A village,” she tells Pero with certainty. “If snow is coming, we may be able to lodge in someone’s barn until the storm is over.”

Pero looks over at you, seeing the exhaustion on your face despite your determination to move forward. He nods. “It will be good to give the horses a rest. Look for a place away from town.” He calls out to you and Briac.

The sound of your name brings your attention from the road and you steer Arwena’s docile horse toward Pero to catch up with him in just a few extra strides. “Are we sheltering from the storm?” You ask, knowing that powering through a heavy snowfall would be dangerous for the horses.

“We are.” Pero nods and looks over the landscape. “Look for shelter away from the main village.” He orders you, knowing you understand that the fewer people see your group, the better.

It takes a bit of searching to find a farm with a big enough barn on the outskirts of the village, but that is a good thing. Staying hidden is imperative, and all of you know that. Arranging your hair and a head covering for modesty, you can keep your eye hidden so as not to alarm anyone who may be in the farmhouse when you leave Pero, Arwena, and Briac on the edge of the road. It’s best that you approach and not any of them alone, and you knock swiftly on the door hoping the owners are home. Smoke curling out of the chimney says they are, but you simply can’t assume.

There is shuffling inside, the scrape of a bar being lifted, and the door opens with a blast of heat from a fire. “Yes?” It’s a man about Pero’s age, confusion and surprise written on his face. He hadn’t been expecting visitors. A woman, most likely his wife is peering towards the door from her place in front of the pot, stirring its contents. “Who are you? Why are you out in this snow?”

“My family and I are traveling.” The safest lie is the one closest to the truth, and you’ve been telling people that Arwena is your daughter, Pero her father, and the truth that Briac is her soulmate. Of course, you never have used your real names along the way. “We are not beggars or brigands, only traveling on our way north and hoped you might be kind enough to let us shelter in your barn until the storm passes.” As if on cue, a few snowflakes fall from the sky, lighting on your shoulder. The man need never know that you summoned them yourself. “We can offer coin in thanks.”

The man who owns this cottage frowns, looking around you to the three that are waiting near the road. He shakes his head. “Barn isn’t fitting.” He tells you gruffly.

“If repairs are needed, my husband and boy can make them.” It would be easy enough for you and Arwena to do a lot of chores as well, but you don’t say so. The man has no need to know of your magic. “Please. We ask nothing more than shelter.”

“Harold—” His wife huffs at him and he twists around to look at her.

“Put some water on to heat.” He tells her before he turns back to you. “I meant that I cannot allow you to stay in the barn when my wife and I have room in front of our hearth.” He tells, giving you a small smile. “Especially a family.”

“I—” If you weren’t so bone tired you could break right down and cry, nodding your thanks to the man’s wife and to him as well. “Thank you,” you sigh out, rubbing your cold arms. “You are blessedly kind. God grant you every happiness.” The grateful rambling gets the better of you for a second before you nod again. “We will put up the horses before coming inside. I will make the evening meal, in thanks, if you will allow it. I’m told my cooking is my blessing.”

“Come inside and warm yourself.” He insists, opening the door wider and motioning you inside. “I will go help your men with the horses.”

“I thank you.” Carefully lifting Binx out of her bundle at your chest, you whisper quickly in her ear - to give Pero her signal that everything is safe - and set her off in the direction of your small family before stepping into the warm cottage. “And thank you, mistress. You have a good heart.”

“Call me Claro.” The woman wipes her hands on her apron and rushes over to help you out of your many layers. “We could not call ourselves God fearing if we turn away poor souls in this weather. The barn is for the animals, the home is for people.”

“Not everyone has space to spare, and we would not dream of asking for more than is necessary.” The space she has cleared in front of the hearth is large, and the farmhouse even has a loft where you can see bedding peeking out at the edge. It’s well-appointed and clean, and probably a better welcome than you would get at an inn. Not to mention far less conspicuous.

“We have not yet been blessed with children.” She murmurs softly, a slight sense of melancholy in her tone. Her fingers quickly help pull the layers off you and she stares at the sling when it is revealed. “You– I saw a creature run off. Was that in here?”

“A very clever cat that has been my companion for quite some time.” Even the mention of Binx is enough to bring a smile to your face, and you lean closer to the bright fire. “She is quite the mouser. If you have issue now, you will not by the time we leave.”

“That is brilliant!” Claro’s eyes widen in delight as she examines the little sling you created. “Keeping her warm and safe under your layers while you travel. Have you come far?”

“Sometimes I cannot tell if it is days or weeks,” you joke, not wanting to give an exact time frame in case someone comes through the village looking for you. “She is patient while we ride, though. Which is a mercy.”

“That is good.” She turns back to put a pot of water over the fire to warm. “You do not have to help cook. I know you must be tired.”

“Please allow us to show our gratitude in some way?” These people that you stumbled across are kind, there is no doubt about that. But food and wood for the fire and even drinking water are all very real resources that will be depleted as they share their space with you, and you don’t want them to have to go without even for a moment down the line.

“It has been a long time since I have cooked with someone.” She offers shyly. “My mother passed on two winters ago and it has been just myself and Harold rambling around here.”

"I would be honoured to share your hearth with you." It sounds like a fine way to pass the evening, and you know Arwena will join in as well when she comes inside, glad for the company and the warmth. "My daughter is a deft hand with cooking as well."

“You have a daughter!” She exclaims, her eyes widening again happily. “Oh, Harold must send her in!”

It was a lie of convenience, as most people just assumed that Arwena was yours and Pero's, given her age and her closeness with you. Even though you still call each other sister to some people you've met on the road, it is nice to think of the kind of family you might have had if not for unfortunate circumstances. "I am sure she will come in with her betrothed. They stick close together."

“Lovely.” She sighs softly and rushes about to make sure that she pulls enough supplies out to make a larger dinner than what she had been making for her and Harold. “I am glad you found your way here before the snows were too bad.”

A soft tapping on the door frame is what heralds Arwena’s entrance, as she pushes open the farmhouse’s door with relative ease and quickly steps inside. “Here she is.” She has Binx in her arms and is shivering a little, and you stand up to immediately let her sit in front of the fire where you just were. “Come get warm, my girl. These good people are kind enough to let us into their home.”

Arwena gives Claro a soft smile and introduces her. “Hello. I am Arina.” You had all decided that new names for the three of you - you, Briac and Arwena - would be safer to use amongst strangers. Pero’s name was not known to her father so it was not an issue. “Thank you for your kindness. We are eternally grateful.”

“You are most welcome, Arina.” Claro smiles warmly. “Your mother was just saying you travel with your betrothed?” A storm in these parts at this time of year could last anywhere from an afternoon to a few days, so getting to know their lodgers was only polite.

“I am.” A quick glance in your direction confirms that you have deemed them to be trustworthy with the little information that has been decided is the official story of the ‘family’. “It is very fortunate that my mother and father find my soulmate to be very agreeable.”

“Cailan is a good boy.” Briac’s false name falls from your tongue as naturally as breathing, and you lay a hand on Arwena’s shoulder to give it a supportive squeeze. Letting her know that everything seems safe for now. “As handy with a needle as a bow, bless him. Good hearted, too.”

“It sounds as if your little family is very blessed.” Claro hums happily, pleased that the people who have come are pleasant and seemingly hardworking. “My Harold cannot sew to save his poor soul but his way with animals is wonderful.”

“A wonderful virtue in a farmer,” Arwena offers, holding her hands to the fire as you help her to strip off her layers so the heat can penetrate to her core and warm her up that much faster. “Father has a deft way with animals as well. Sometimes I think he likes them more than people,” she jokes, and shoot you a teasing grin.

Claro giggles and draws out some of the heated water out of the pot into a bowl and sets it on the table. “Let me get some rags. I am sure that after traveling, you would like to clean up.”

“You are most kind.” It’s true that you haven’t been able to clean up in more than a week now, and the opportunity is more than welcome. Even Pero will be glad of it, as accustomed to regular baths as he had from in your little shared cottage.

“I believe in treating other as you would hope they would treat you.” Claro brings a stack of rags and motions towards a screen. “Use as much water as you would like. I am heating more.”

About the time that you and Arwena are feeling satisfactorily clean again, the farmhouse door opens once more to admit the three men from the cold. Harold’s expression of skepticism has vanished and even Briac is smiling despite his exhaustion. Pero looks mildly less annoyed, which makes you smile when you emerge from behind the screen with scrubbed-clean skin and your hair careful re-styled as much as styling ever could be in under the circumstances.

Pero hates having you out of his sight, so his relief when he sees you makes the furrow of his brow even out. It has been stressful on the road, knowing that Arwena’s father is no doubt tracking your group. Not able to lock you away and guard the door has made him surly and now that there is a roof over your head, he is pleased to see the smile on your face. “The animals are resting.” He murmurs, reaching for you and pulling you close. He doesn’t kiss you right now, unsure of how these kind strangers would react, so he merely presses his forehead against yours.

“And how does my husband?” The small cue lets him know the white lies you’ve told about your family – namely that you are a family. Your arms around him are the most relaxing thing either of you has felt in days, the pure simplicity of simply being able to hold each other not being lost on either of you.

“Better now thanks to our hosts.” Pero had thanked the man while storing the animals. Trying to give him some coins for your stay, but he had refused. Insisting that their company was payment enough, although he had not turned down Briac and Pero’s offer to hunt in the morning.

“We were most lucky to find them.” You can agree to that entirely, and sink into Pero’s tight embrace without hesitation. After the couple has gone to bed tonight, you and Arwena will most certainly cast a blessing and a spell of protection over the farmhouse to keep Claro and Harold safe.

Claro bustles around the house, obviously thrilled to be having people in her home. The winter was isolating and they rarely ventured into the village unless necessary so it is a treat to have people other than each other to talk to. She dumps the bowl out the door and pours a fresh one, steam rising before she puts it back behind the screen and motions towards Briac. “Please, feel free to clean up.” She insists warmly. “I will warm some mead to make your insides toasty.”

“Go and wash,” you murmur, urging Pero toward the screen with a gentle prod to his side. “I know you miss having a bath, despite what you might insist.”

He huffs at you, rolling his eyes slightly but he starts to peel the layers off quickly. His sword swings and he glances over at Harold. “We will keep our weapons nearby, but not on us, agreeable amigo?”

“Aye.” Harold does not know what ‘amigo’ means, but the sentiment is appreciated. He can understand wanting to keep valuable arms nearby and the traveler’s sword looks as though it costs quite a bit of coin. “There is nothing about for some distance but the woods, and if wild animals make their way inside we will be glad to have an armed swordsman.”

Pero nods to Briac to start removing his own weapons and armor. “Thank you for your kindness. My wife and daughter are in need of rest and warmth.” It’s amazing how they believe that Arwena is your daughter since she looks like neither one of you, but they have not questioned it. Family can be found as you like to tell him.

“Without wishing to be rude, may we ask why you are traveling through quiet country in the dead of winter?” Harold sits down with Claro and puts one hand to his wife’s back, rubbing it softly out of a long-internalized habit. “Seems to me to be inviting danger unless it could not wait.”

“It could not wait.” Pero has been a liar most of his life, although once words just fell from his tongue, he has a hard time lying to these good people. Although now the lies are for your protection so he continues on. “My wife’s father is dying and he wishes to see his treasured daughter one last time before he meets his maker.” He had decided this would tug on heartstrings as the four of you travel. “We are trying to get her home as quickly as possible.”

“We are sorry to hear of it.” Claro nods solemnly, thinking of her own departed mother. “Do you have much further to travel?”

“Aye,” you nod, thinking momentarily of the enormous difference between where you’re going now and what it would take to get home to your actual father in twenty-first century America. “Another week, we expect. So long as the skies to not delay us too many times.”

Skittering behind the screen once he is sans armor, Pero barely keeps from groaning at the warmth of the water and feeling clean. As much as he would want to strip down and wash every inch of his body, he doesn’t take too long, knowing the boy would like to clean up as well.

It doesn’t take long until Claro and Harold are engrossed in conversation with Arwena and Briac, sitting before the fire and sipping mead while the stew assembled by all three women bubbles away over the fire. Arwena is explaining some of the herbs she had added to the food that Claro had never seen before, and is teaching the farmer’s wife what you know to be a very basic potion of good intention, under the guise of showing her a delicious drink to warm her cold bones. You lean back, stuck to Pero’s side like glue, and sigh softly. It has been twelve days on the road now and this is the first time you have had to stop for a storm, but you were lucky to find people such as this and you all know it. For now, the luckiest part is that you can be held in this man’s arms again for more than just your sleeping hours.

“It will feel good to sleep inside tonight, amor.” Pero hums, his hand tightening on your waist briefly before he relaxes his hold.

“It will be good to feel warm down to our bones.” Turning your head slightly lets you leave a kiss on his clean jaw and you smile. “We will all feel better after tonight.”

He hums, eyes sharpening brightly for a moment before he blinks, back to the same dark amber that they normally are. “Gato is enjoying the fire. Not having to stand watch.”

“She does love a warm fire.” Even in summer, Binx could always be found at your hearth as you cooked and made your potions, enjoying the crackle and pop of the flames. “I wonder if you will fully rest tonight, amor? Try to let yourself believe that the night will be calm.”

“A barred door will go a long way.” He admits quietly. Even though the gato was standing watching, he still woke through the nights most times. The last one asleep and the first one awake. “Plus having you close always comforts me.”

“I am always close to you.” Squeezing his hand tightly, you quickly make sure that no one else is paying attention before turning entirely to face Pero. “But there is…there is something I have been thinking of, if you have a mind to speak of it with me?”

“What is that?” Instantly, he knows you want something, but he doesn’t know what. Whatever you want though, if it’s in his reach to give it to you, it’s yours.

“I have given the situation most of my thought since leaving the cottage.” You admit. On the road there is nothing to do but keep watch and think. Drawing yourself up so you can look him in the eye, you give his hand another tight squeeze. “And I have decided that I do not wish to go back through the Stones.”

The rare sound of your real name falls from his lips, eyes narrowing as he searches yours and widening when he finds nothing but honesty in them. “You want to stay?” He whispers, dumbfounded by the idea of giving up the ease in which you had lived your life before coming back here. “With—” he swallows harshly, unable to ask the rest of it.

“With you.” That is the entire thrust of it, so to speak, and you swallow down the tears starting to prick at your eyes. “I would rather spend a thousand lifetimes here with you, cariño, then even one without.”

“I will— you will never regret it, amore.” He promises you, knowing he will break his fucking back to give you all the luxuries this time can afford. His hand finds your cheek and his thumb grazes the bottom of the scar that adorns your ruined eye. “I do not deserve someone as beautiful as you. Inside and out.” He admits. “But I am grateful the stars decided you should be mine.”

It had become clear to you, over the weeks and months, that as curious as Pero was about the future? He had very little desire to visit it. When that was finally clear to you, the decision seemed to make itself. The answer is right in front of you, in the form of a flawed man doing his best, and being better than he will ever give himself credit for. “Does that mean…” you have to laugh at yourself, holding back tears on a bench in the home of complete strangers. “Does that mean that you might want to stay with me, as well? Lay down your sword and make a life together?”

“Where you go, I go.” He tells you seriously. He had decided that he would go to your time. Despite his reservations about it. If it meant being with you, he would go back to fight those monsters in the East again, as long as you were there.

“Then perhaps we will find somewhere further north.” If nothing else you still need to get Arwena and Briac to safety, and you rope both arms around Pero to hold him close to you. “Somewhere we do not have to be outcasts.”

“Wherever you wish to go.” He promises, knowing that he will travel wherever.

A small giggle escapes you, a breathy thing full of love and joy, amused at how sincerely and quickly he is ready to promise to stay at your side. As deeply and truly in love as you have found yourself, he is matching you in every way. “Te amo con todo mi corazón.” I love you with all my heart.

“Eres mi mundo y mi todo.” You are my world and my everything. It was crazy how quickly you had become the most important thing in the world to him. A little lost, or purposeless when he had found you - rather, you found him. All that matters now is that you are together and you are happy. When you smile, it is like the heavens are shining on him.

Taking the moment for what it is, a soft kiss between you feels like the sealing of a pact, and you savor it. Who knows what will come on this long road you have chosen, but with Pero by your side you feel certain that you can manage anything that comes your way.

“I wish—” his eyes drift over to where the two couples are talking and he wishes that this was a safe place for the four of you. He could see them enjoying the kind couple’s company. His voice lowers even more. “I wish to marry you. When we witness the children wed.”

“Yes.” Nodding against him, you press another kiss to his lips before finding his eyes staring down at you in earnest. “Every time I call you my husband without it being the truth, my heart hurts.”

“You are already my wife in my soul.” Pero murmurs. “We are just making it real in the eyes of God.”

“Some would argue that that is the most important part,” you remind him. Unable to stop smiling, you nuzzle into him again and sigh. “I will do everything I can to make you happy, amor. I promise.”

He frowns slightly, shaking his head as he looks at you in bewilderment. “You already make me happy.” He promises you. “You are safe. You love me. I am happy.”

“Then I will continue to love you, and continue to be safe, and you will stay happy.” If it is as simple as that? Then he will never have a heavy heart again.

“I will stay happy.” He agrees, tugging you closer and he can’t help but lean in to let his lips brush against the shell of your ear. “Be even happier if you take the breeches off tonight and let me inside you. I have missed your warmth.” It had been too cold, too dangerous to undress while camping. He had rubbed your clit almost every night, but he has not been inside you since the cottage.

Barely managing not to snicker, you bite back a broad grin that tells him you’ve been waiting for the very same thing. “The barn,” you whisper back, laying a kiss on his pulse. “We will excuse ourselves to check on the horses.”

Pero shakes his head, smirking at you. “I was thinking in front of the fire. You can keep quiet, amore. Keep my cock warm for me?”

“Lusty, incorrigible man.” Even so you nod, flush with liquid heat and desire at the mere suggestion.

Pero chuckles quietly, knowing that if he were to slide his hands between your thighs he would find you wet. “Wait until we have a room in an inn to ourselves, amore.” He promises with a wink. “I will show you everything I have thought about while we have traveled.”

“That will make for a very memorable wedding night, I think.” And a very vocal one, if you know you and Pero.

Pero grins, a small growl that makes Binx lift her head and glance over at the two of you before dismissing it as just the humans doing their thing before she stretches out again in front of the fire. “As soon as the snow clears.”

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I feel like u shouldn’t have opened up the anonymous questions cause now I’ma bout to get on ya nerves with a bunch of Dandy related questions and thoughts since ur like the only active Dandy account on here 😂. So prepare to be sick of me. 😝 Anyways, what’s ur favorite Dandy moment? If u can’t pick one, how about top 3?

WARNING: A long answer incoming🫣(sorry in advance,i love talking😓)

Actually,I'm very happy to discuss about them with other polite and respectful people,so don't worry, you can ask me as many questions as you like. I will try to answer them as best as I can with the little knowledge I have of them since everything is still new to me. I'm pretty sure you know more about them than me🥲.Don't hesitate to leave me a message if you want to chat privately😉.

Now, to answer your question, you should know better than to make me choose among all of these precious moments😫.How am I supposed to choose ONLY 3 and rank them😭?!

Anyway, I tried to make a top 3 and this is what I came up with🙂:

n°3🥁: Just the two of them on their outings, enjoying each other's company - something so simple but so meaningful💛.

n°2🥁: WSC Atlanta 2017 aka THE RICHONNE PANEL🫨.

This right here,change my whole life. JUST LOOK AT THEM🥹.

They’re so cute and kind of shy? I think this was the only panel where it was just the two of them so maybe they were nervous(mostly Danai)? The whole panel was just too adorable and cute,so obviously it’ll be here in my top 3😋.

THE NUMBER ONE DANDY MOMENT IS🥁🥁🥁🫣…

n°1✨: SDCC 2018 aka Andrew leaving the show.

It should have been a sad day, having to say goodbye to Andy with no guarantee that he would ever come back (we now know he did for the Richonne spin-off, aka the epic love story).

But how can you be sad when you get all these gifts in one day?

So yeah,this is my top 3 dandy moments so far.

What about you?