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toomanystoriessolittletime · 3 years

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Pedro Pascal’s Characters

updated: 09/10/2021

Fic Ratings (read warnings in fic for details):

(G) General Audiences

(M) Mature

(E) Explicit: only suitable for adults

-> fake dating Drabbles with all the dude’s <-

Home (M)

It’s been a long day year for Javi and all he wants is to go home.

Leave the light on (G)

Sleeping with the lights out seemed like a thing all the people do. So you told him how you struggled with it, after you almost fell asleep at a stake out he made sure you would feel safe from now on.

switch (E)

When your new hot neighbor turned out to be no other than Javier Peña, the Agent that would join one of your Departments with you as his Superior, things should get a little more complicated. But somehow they didn’t…

Missing you (G)

A gala from the American embassy in Bogota lets you finally run in the man who you left without saying goodbye almost two years ago.

mix up (E)

A mix-up with the building's laundry was all it took to get what you always secretly wanted.

late night calls (E)

It all started with a phone call to the DEA office to tell Javier about the surgery of his father. You had insisted to take care of him after Chucho told you about the surgery. That you would fall in love with his son you had never met before? Just as surprising to you as it was to Javier.

Night shift (E)

Meeting Javier during one of your nightshifts at the hospital turned into falling in love with him. But working different shifts can be challenging, yet you somehow make it work.

Whiskey, Cigarettes and Condoms (E)

You are working in a shop and your most interesting customer is the hot guy who buys XL Condoms every single week. Until he stopped.

Don't you want me (M)

6 years passed since Javier made the one decision he wished he could take back. What happens when he meets the one woman he ever truly loved?

Decisions (G)

You find your boyfriend cheating with one of your friends after getting home from work and call the person you always call when shit hits the fan.

Drabbles:

answering machine (G)

It's been two years since you heard Javier's voice. That didn't mean you weren't talking to him.

-> inevitable (series; M->E)

All your life you thought that there was no way the prophecy would come true. That was until you answered a distress call from a certain Mandalorian.

firsts (G)

Din knew it was the best for the kid to go with the Jedi. But on his way back to… he didn’t really know where, there was only one person he would allow to see how sad he really was.

saved (G)

Being saved during a battle by a Mandalorian might have been faith for Alana and her little daughter Leila.

my girl (E)

A Mandalorian crashing into your backyard and ruining your business might have been the best thing that ever happened to you.

Watch me (E)

You try to tease the Mandalorian after taking a skinny dip in the lake. He’s not having it.

drabbles:

one day (M)

One day you would get Din out of his armor to swim with you. Today you succeeded... partially

Happiness (G)

Din finds happiness. And his son finds his old armor.

prompts:

" I know we're not together but I might die today so I'm going to kiss you just in case there is no later" (G)

thots:

Din been jealous (E)

The baker’s daughter (E)

Mydra never thought she would end up in the local brothel, but after her father died, and she was too young to take over his business as the local baker, she found herself agreeing to what was proposed to her. So she lived at the local brothel, watching the girls and boys work, observing, until one day she finally would be ready to let one man be her first. That she would form somewhat of a friendship with the Prince of Dorne was as surprising to her as it was to him.

My flower (E)

Falling for the Prince of Dorne after he took you in, letting you work as his maid, was not something you (or him) planned. But when he found you sleeping in his bed, wearing his cloak, you were about to find out that maybe it wasn't just you who had fallen in love.

One step ahead (E)

When you took the job you knew that he might be there. Breaking up with him because of your ego was a mistake. But you were here to do your job. Weren’t you?

Drabbles:

caught (E)

It was a hot day in Sunspear. With the Martell family gone for travels, you wanted to sneak into the royal pool to cool down. Never thinking that maybe you weren't as alone as you thought.

and then the world stopped (E) Part 1 Part 2

Vic wasn’t unhappy when she moved with her husband to Washington D.C. She was happily married, had a new job as a teacher and was trying to get pregnant. But after a year of trying still nothing has happened. She didn’t know that just one accident of the nanny of one of the children in her class was about to change her whole life.

two lives (M)

Dave never planned to cheat on his wife. He never planned to fall in love with another woman. He never planned to live two separate lives. And he never planned to be attending the funeral of the love of his life after their mission went wrong.

second chance (G) (sequel to two lives)

7 months passed since Dave found out the woman he loved didn't die. Would she ever remember him?

disobedience (E)

Working as the babysitter for Dave York’s daughters came with all kinds of benefits. You didn’t mean to become one of those people. The typical cliche of the babysitter sleeping with the father of the kids you were watching but there was something about him you couldn’t stop thinking about. This is also how you found yourself at the only place he told you to not ever visit him, wearing nothing but a coat. The CIA offices.

private show (E)

Monica was struggling to give her two daughters everything they deserved. When Dave York walks into the Diner she worked in one night and offers her a job at his strip club, things begin to change…

Dance the night away (E)

He didn’t look like he could dance Salsa. But oh how wrong you were...

strictly professional (E)

AU: You were tired of handling your boss' affairs. Not because that wasn't part of your job. No. Because you wanted to be his affair. His only affair. And you had a plan for how to get there. Even if it meant blackmailing your boss Dave York.

unusual love(rs) (E)

When your husband Frankie proposed seeing other people while he’s gone for work you were hesitant at first. Until you found just how much he liked the idea of you with another man…

-> love(rs) (E)

Frankie is home and he hasn’t stopped thinking about the video you sent him. Now he wants to watch live. And participate.

found (G)

Dave and you had been friends for 20 years. You watched him get married to another woman and become a Dad, ignoring the constant heartbreak it was causing you cause you were in love with him. Four months after his death you receive a postcard with cordinates. What would you find?

to die for (G)

The man who broke your heart comes back to protect you from the man you were falling in love with.

one wish granted (G)

You could have wished that the man you had loved all your life finally would love you back. It was him granting the wishes after all. Instead, you wished you had never met him. That you really didn’t remember him maybe was the punishment Max deserved most.

Paris (G)

Maxwell Lord left after everything that happened with the Dreamstone. But a little part of you hoped you would see him again.

changes (G)

On your way to your last day at work before you start a new job you almost got ran over by a dog (and a boy). Thankfully a handsome stranger is there to help.

Neighbors (M)

After breaking up with your fiancé you find yourself moving back in with your brother and his daughter just outside of the city. Marcus Moreno is his neighbor and he really does take his neighborly duties to heart. Including taking care of mowing the lawn when your brother had to leave for work for a while.

Yes, Mr. Moreno (M)

With Missy moving out of the house to go to college Marcus felt more alone than ever before. When he met his daughters college roommate at a diner in the middle of the night he made a decision Missy could never find out about

-> Yes, Mr Moreno - The first time (E)

Marcus takes Alice home. She stays the night.

Going back home Masterlist (series)

Claire never thought she would be back in the town she grew up in. But after her fiancé broke off their engagement, leaving her 5 months pregnant and alone she found herself calling Frankie Morales in the middle of the night, one of her childhood friends who insisted that she booked the next flight out. Trying to fix her life with a little help from her friends she would find out soon that going back would be the best decision she ever made.

Distraction (G)

Meeting a single Dad on the plane back to the states was maybe just the distraction you needed to get over your fear of flying.

Nap Time (E)

Sometimes you and Frankie just need to have some alone time when the kids are napping.

Drabbles

Guy’s night (M)

You let Frankie decide how he wants to end his guy's night...

throwback (G)

Teenage you had bn head over heels for Frankie Morales. What happens when when your best friend takes you out on a double bind date almost 20 years later and your date is no other than Frankie?

Friday's at Frankie's (G)

After a week gone for work you come home to Frankie and his daughter

drabble about Frankie taking care of you when you have cramps

-> Sunday Morning (M)

You wake up in Frankie’s arms on rare quiet Sunday morning.

prompts:

you're sick, and we can't kiss, and it's , fkn, torture (M)

Max Says... (E)

Max remembered your aniversary and planned a trip to New York City. You gifted him the one thing he always wanted. Allowing him to use his mind control on you.

#masterlist #fanfic #fanfiction #Pedro pascal #javier pena #din djarin #oberyn martell #dave york #maxwell lord #the mandalorian #Marcus moreno #frankie morales #max phillips

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dustofbrokenheart · 3 years

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The Covenant: Lazy, Summer Day

Tyler Simms x Reader

Word Count: 1,650

Summary: Tyler and reader enjoy a day on the water to get away from the heat. Based on this post by @saviorsong which you should all totally check out!

“I called in sick?”

“Yeah, this morning. See? We crossed your name off the schedule and everything.” A finger tapped rapidly on the big whiteboard that had everyone’s name written in dry erase marker.

Sure enough, there was a hastily drawn line going right through the middle of yours.

They really had thought you weren’t coming in. “That’s impossible,” you said confused. “Because I didn’t call in sick.”

“Alright, alright. I believe you,” the supervisor said. “You’re one of the normaler ones that we have and a normal person wouldn’t have driven clear across town when they already had the day off.”

Both of you stood there scratching your heads. Your thoughts were leaning towards this possibly being a dream. You had weird dreams all the time, right? And it wasn’t unlike you to be dreaming of work even when you were off the clock.

There was a good chance you would wake up any second now, still swaddled in bed sheets.

The supervisor had a completely different reaction. “Well, the building ghost strikes again! They must’ve called on your behalf knowing how hard you’ve been working. Just take the day off. We’re covered anyway.”

“Are you sure?” you hesitated. It felt weird taking the day for yourself when you were perfectly able to work. “Since I’m here, I could do—”

“Nope. Enjoy some of this weather. Summer is almost over, you know.”

With that you were ushered out the door and left standing on the concrete sidewalk, not a clue as to what you should do.

There were always things to be done at the apartment. You hadn’t cleaned the bathroom in a while…yikes. Tyler also had his collection of expired leftovers in the fridge that he was terrible about tracking of.

Oh! You could wash the cars, too! Tyler had finally gotten rid of his monstrosity of a Hummer a few summers back in favor of a classic sixties car that Pogue had helped him fix-up. He liked to keep it spotless.

Speaking of his car…you looked up and noticed it parked across the street. And it was definitely his. Not only were there not many of them still out on the roads, but that was clearly Tyler smiling at you in the driver’s seat as he waved you over.

“Were you flagging me down this whole time?” you asked. He nodded with a heavy dose of enjoyment sparkling in those baby blue eyes. “Sorry. It’s been a weird morning.”

“Didn’t expect to have to day off?” Tyler’s smile becoming more pronounced.

“Of course not—wait,” you trailed off in realization. “It was you. You’re the one who called in sick for me!”

He stroked your wrist through the window with his thumb. “You caught me. But don’t be mad, I promise it was for the greater good.”

Greater good? You raised both eyebrows. “And what’s the ‘good’ in question?”

“Weather man predicted we’re supposed to hit high eighties today. What kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn’t drag you to the lake house to take advantage of it?”

“That’s a terrible excuse, Ty.”

“Fine,” he admitted with a laugh. “How about you’ve been working this whole summer, and I miss you and want to do something nice for you?”

On the inside you felt yourself vibrate with excitement but you tried to keep it together. You shouldn’t encourage him making plans without you, especially when they disrupted work, but you were a sucker for surprises. “Better,” you admitted with your nose titled up.

And he knew that. Knew that you weren’t really cross with him as he turned the engine over, jolting the car to life with a heavy rumble. “Come on, my lady. I promise that it’ll be fun.”

The lake house in question referred to one of several Simms family properties in Massachusetts, appropriately named for it’s position right next to a small, picturesque lake. The area was naturally beautiful with shimmering water that was encased by tall, shady trees that were a godsend when the sun became too much to handle.

The drive there went like it always did: fast, thanks to a good playlist and easy conversation, and soon Tyler was pulling up to the lake house.

Not wanting him to fixate on the fine dust the gravel kicked up, and how it was dirtying the car, you leaned over the center console to kiss him. It was just long enough to steal his attention.

When his hand cupped the back of your head, you pulled back. “Last one to the dock has to use the tacky orange kayak!” You stuck your tongue out at him as you dashed out of the car and towards the dock.

Unprepared for the challenge, Tyler sputtered as he tried to take his seat belt off with clumsy fingers.

You ran around the outside of the house and dodged trees as best as you could, laughing the whole way. You may have gotten the head start but you could hear the tell tale sounds of the man gaining ground behind you.

The dock was so close you could picture your victory as. Only a few steps more, you would’ve had it.

Then two arms wrapped around your middle in a steel tight grip, halting you in your tracks. A large exhale was forced out of your lungs at the sudden impact.

“No fair,” you whined. Slumping back into his embrace, you turned to look at his smug face. “I can’t match your stupid arm strength.”

Tyler laughed, the argument a familiar one. “We’ve been over this. If you can use the element of surprise, then the element of muscle is fair game.”

That was the agreement but that didn’t mean you couldn’t pout. Not everyone was blessed with good genetics and years of a background in competitive swimming.

“Well, let’s consider this a tie then because I refuse to use that hideous orange boat.”

Tyler hummed, the vibration noticeable against your back. “Nope,” he said. The answer was abrupt and before you could get another word out, you were sailing through the air, lake water rushing to swallow you up.

The shock made your lungs seize up and your limbs flailed in the haze of the foggy water.

Breaking the surface, hair and clothes plastered to your skin you paddled around to glare at him. The effect didn’t have the ferocity you hoped for because he merely but his hands on his knees and laughed so hard it seemed like he might tip over.

Dodging the water you splashed at him, he got the laughs under control and walked to the edge of the dock to give you a hand. You glared at it personally offended by the gesture. Those were the hands that had just thrown you in without any warning.

But Tyler was patient and held his hand out steadily until you were ready to grab hold of it. For a moment, you debated trying to sink him to the murky depths along with you, but as his impressive looking biceps flexed under the warm glow of the sun, you realized you’d have to take revenger later when you were more certain of your success.

With the added help, you hauled up to the dock. The access water from your clothes ran off, darkening the wood in random splatter patterns, and you realized for the first time that it was pretty hot out.

The sun was bright even with your hand covering your eyes as you looked up; not a cloud in the sky as the bugs buzzed around lazily.

“Sorry.” Tyler fidgeted awkwardly, bringing your attention back to down earth. “I didn’t mean to be, well, mean.”

“Most people would think you’re an angel but you surely have a competitive streak, Tyler Simms.”

He shrugged apologetically. After a moment, he stood up and called over his shoulder as he jogged away. “I’ll go grab a towel for you. Meet me in the cabin!”

It was hard to stay mad at him. Especially when he tried to make up for it by doing something cute, like literally running to get a towel. He really was puppy-like; a little reckless but very contrite when he realized he messed up.

True to his word, he did bring you a towel along with a whole bag of clothes he had packed for the trip. Figuring it’d be a waste to dry your hair—you’d be on the water soon again any way—you settled for patting down the rest of your body and changed into extra clothes.

After Tyler managed to coerce you into putting on sun block (he was strict about it, likely leftover from his swimming days, while you tended to be lazy about it), it was back to lake where each of you set off in a kayak.

And even though he had won the bet earlier, he took mercy and neither of you had to row in the garish orange kayak; a mercy on both pairs of eyes, to be sure.

The sun turned sweltering before it had even reached its highest point, the heat feeling like pin pricks all over your body. The water definitely helped. Between kayaking, swimming, and even a brief diving contest off the end of the dock, you kept cool enough.

Enjoying a late lunch under the shade of a large tree, you felt the pull of an after-lunch nap calling your name.

Tyler noticed the way your eyelids drooped and laid down on the blanket and pulled you into his chest. “Nap time?”

Utterly content, you nodded languidly.

“Alright then, let’s nap.” He pressed a soft kiss into your hair. “Thanks for letting me drag you here. This is perfect...”

The was the last words you heard as the summer heat, filling lunch, and buzz of cicadas lulled you to sleep.

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We could all use a summer day like this. I’m contemplating writing more based on the other boys’ preferences too, but we’ll see. Hopefully this one was enjoyable!

#the covenant #tyler simms x reader #Tyler Simms #the covenant imagines

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tchallasbabymama · 3 years

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all of your love

Hey y’all! Here’s Chapter 4 of my Playlist series. Make sure you catch up on the series (and check out my other stuff) by checking out my masterlist HERE.

Let me know what y’all think!

This one is nasty (18+ as always), enjoy!

Word count: 6,195

T’Challa woke up Tuesday morning eager as a kid on Christmas. Every second that went by brought him closer to Ashanti and he couldn’t wait any longer, his excited nerves building to critical mass within him. Natasha and Wanda had noticed his constant texting and smiling at his beads, and worked hard the entire time he was there to get the truth out of him about who he was talking to. They tried asking Okoye, but she was a steel trap so the two of them cornered him in the living room just before his departure. Their suspicions were confirmed when he proudly pulled up a picture of her to show them.

“Damn she fine, who is that?” Sam sauntered into the room as T’Challa quickly shut the projection down and cleared his throat.

“She is none of your concern.”

“His girlfriend,” Natasha said at the same time before smirking into her cup of coffee. T’Challa looked at her in disbelief and she shrugged back at him in response. “Oh please, he would’ve found out eventually.”

The king rolled his eyes and left the room in a huff to go pack his things.

“He’s so pissy today,” Natasha said, a smirk still firmly planted on her face.

“He misses her, it’s adorable,” Wanda responded.

“Shit, I would too. Y’all saw her.”

T’Challa swept back in the room, bags in hand, calling to Okoye on his beads.

“General, are you ready to go?”

“Ewe kumkani wam, be down in a moment.”

Cap rounded the corner and picked up on T’Challa’s anxious energy. He turned to look at the other faces and a smile crept up his before he turned to his friend.

“Ready to get back to Ashanti, huh?”

A chorus of “Ashanti?!” broke out.

“Why’d he get to know her name and we didn't?” Wanda asked incredulously.

“I was getting there but the bird interrupted,” T’Challa said with a shrug, referring to Sam who rolled his eyes and waved goodbye to the king before leaving the room.

“Hey, uh, can I talk to you for a second before you go?”

“Of course Steve, what is it?”

The two of them ducked off into the hallway for privacy.

“How is he?” Steve asked of his friend.

“He is responding to treatment really well, you should come see him sometime. Shuri has removed most of the words, and living with the Border tribe seems to be good for his mental state.”

Steve smiled from ear to ear. Hearing about Bucky’s progress warmed his heart and he seriously considered hopping on the jet with T’Challa right then and there.

“How about next week sometime? I have some things I need to finish up here, but I’d love to come see him. And see Wakanda properly this time.”

The two heroes shook hands and returned to the living room. At that moment Vision floated up through the floor and Okoye rounded the corner.

“I will never get used to that.”

“My apologies, general.”

“Apology accepted. My king?”

“Yes, we should get going. I will see you all again, hopefully not too soon.”

They said their goodbyes as the two Wakandans made their way to the Royal Talon Fighter to head home. Once Okoye had them in the air, T’Challa retired to one of the jet’s two bedrooms to change into sweatpants and a t-shirt and take a nap on the plush Wakandan mattress he missed so much. He was out like a light.

“My king, we are home,” Okoye lightly shook T’Challa awake. He got up and changed back into his clothes before exiting the ship. The entire royal family was there to greet him, much to his surprise. He greeted his mother and sister before landing on his cousin.

“Umzala, I thought you were heading to Oakland,” he said as they dapped each other up.

“I’m about to head out now, just figured I’d wait a few and say hey to my favorite cousin.”

“You said I was your favorite cousin!” Shuri butted in.

“Hush, Dr. Frankenstein,” N’Jadaka remarked back at her. Shuri was shocked, but her face quickly morphed into amusement as a laugh erupted from her lips.

“If I’m Dr Frankenstein you just called yourself the monster,” Shuri cackled as she walked away, most likely going back to her lab to tinker with the laws of physics or something simple like that.

“Welcome home son,” Ramonda lightly pushed her nephew aside. “How are the Avengers?”

T’Challa rolled his eyes at their incompetence and inability to work as a fluid team.

“Inept, mama. The captain might be visiting soon though,” he said with an eyebrow raise, knowing his mother had a little crush on Captain America.

“Oh, will he? I’ll have to be sure to spend some one on one time with the captain while he’s here.”

“Ew, Auntie.”

“Mama, please stop.”

“What? I still got it!” Ramonda turned and walked back towards the palace.

The cousins just looked at eachother and shuddered before N’Jadaka took off in the same jet T’Challa just arrived on.

The next morning, T’Challa woke up later than most days. When he returns from a mission he likes to keep his workload light the following day, so he caught up on more of the sleep he had been missing out on. The very first thing he did after waking up was send Ashanti a “good morning beautiful” text, and before his feet even hit the floor she had responded.

Ashanti: Good morning handsome. How did you sleep?

T: Much better in my own bed, but still not as good as when you were in my arms.

A: Don’t make me blush.

T: But it’s so cute when you do.

T’Challa dragged himself out of bed and straight to his shower, turning on the hot water and turning his jungle bathroom into a sauna.

“Kim, shuffle between my recently played songs.” He called out to the AI housed in his beads and around his quarters.

“Now playing ‘all of your love’ by Luke James,” the smooth automated voice rang out. A smile spread across his face as he remembered his picnic with Ashanti by the lake. They tapped beads and made a joint playlist, this album being one of Ashanti’s favorites. He had listened to it multiple times while he was away, missing her with every note.

You got the kinda loving

That'll break a motherfucker's knees, baby

Got me begging, got me craving

I just wanna get a squeeze, baby

Don't leave me 'lone

Leave me 'lone, leave me 'lone

Leave me 'lone, leave me 'lone right here

I want it all

Want it all, want it all

Want it all, want it all, my dear

All of your love

(Give it all to me baby, yeah)

All of your love, yeah

(It's for me it's for you, baby)

All of your love

(I need it)

Give me all of your love (ooh)

He stepped under the faux rainfall and let it wash over his body, lathering up with some mango scented black soap. After his perfectly sculpted body was clean he turned off the water and air dried while covering his smooth brown skin in cocoa butter.

The king was looking forward to his day for two reasons: he would get to spend time with his little sister during the day and then Ashanti at night. For his first major stop of the day, he and Shuri went to the mines to check on the progress of the latest excavation efforts. The mining tribe elder K’Hari was intent on setting T’Challa up with his daughter Tamala, so they quickly made their escape to Shuri’s lab where they spent the rest of the day playfully bickering over who makes better gadgets while testing out some of Shuri’s latest inventions. T’Challa knew he would not win the argument, but enjoyed annoying his little sister.

Around lunchtime T’Challa made his way back to the palace to eat with Ramonda in her garden. She wasted no time cutting to the chase.

“So this Ashanti, you have feelings for her?”

T’Challa nearly choked on his water, not expecting to cross into that territory so soon.

“Uh, yes, umama, I do. It is still early though, the other night was only our first da-” he stopped when he saw the incredulous look on her face. She sucked her teeth at him.

“You brought a girl to the palace after one date? Do you make a habit of this?”

“No mama, I promise. The last time was when you caught me a few years back. With Ashanti it just...felt right.”

“Hmm...Lets hope it is. Bringing girls in the palace you barely know, I may not have been there your whole life, but I definitely raised you better than that...I can see she is different though, not like the riff raff you usually sniff around. That last girl you dated was horrid-”

T’Challa listened as Ramonda read his love life for filth, and all he could do was sit there.

“-skirts up to her ass, heels way too high for the setting. Thank Bast you’ve found someone good. Good for you, and good for Wakanda.”

“Woah, mama, we have only had one date and you are talking about Wakanda already? I do not even know if she would want to be queen one day.”

“No, but you want her to. I can see it in your eyes when you look at her. Yes, it’s early but you’re in love, unyana wam. The other day, watching the two of you, I could see how...easy you were with each other. I miss that easiness I had with your father…” T’Challa grabbed her hand as her eyes got misty. Ramonda blinked the tears away and turned the conversation back to T’Challa and Ashanti. “Everyone can see it, and I bet she’s walking around just as googly-eyed as you are.”

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Ashanti and Kwame walked through the market arm-in-arm, picking up ingredients as they went.

“So tell me about this mining tribe hottie,” Ashanti spoke after a comfortable silence.

“Sis, I have one word for you: biceps. He could benchpress me and I just- woo that’s hot as fuck.” Kwame said, picking up a fan from a vendor and fanning himself dramatically before paying the old lady who ran the store.

“You really just bought a fan to be dramatic?”

“It’s practical and a prop!”

The two roommates broke out into giggles.

“Anyways, his name is Omar. Here’s his picture, isn't he cute? Ugh those dimples, I could swim in them.”

Ashanti flipped through a couple pictures of the two of them before Kwame shut the hologram down.

“You’re scrolling too much, you might see things you can't unsee.”

“Good looking out, friend.”

“So what are you serving kumkani other than that pussy?” Kwame asked loudly.

“Will you keep your voice down?! I’m not trying to announce this to the world.” Ashanti whisper-yelled at him before he threw his hands up in surrender.

“My bad, my bad. Hey did you close the shop today or did you finally hire someone?”

“No, not yet. I haven’t even really been looking, I should get on that. But, uh, yeah I closed early. I'm there 7 days a week, the people can handle me being out for a few hours,” Ashanti said, Kwame nodding along in agreement. “Hey, want to stop by my parents’ place for lunch?”

“Girl when have I ever said no to food?” Kwame responded with excitement. He never said no to food.

“Should we bring something back for B?”

“No she’s probably going to stay a couple nights with Kiki. You know, so they can ‘catch up’ or whatever. Honestly, its like she forgets i can see right through her.” Kwame rolled his eyes.

“Even I can see they have feelings for eachother-”

“Girl blind people see they have feelings for each other. It’s her first experience with a girl so I don’t want to push her but damnit just do gay shit already sis!”

They arrived at Zana Cafe right as Ashanti’s riotous laughter subsided.

“Hey babygirl, hey Kwame! Where’s my other daughter?” Chidi asked, hugging them both.

The three of them sat at a table near the kitchen and away from the hustle and bustle.

“She’s out ignoring her feelings for Kiki.”

“Kiki Odunsi? She’s a nice girl, Binta has good taste.”

“That’s what I said, Baba, but she’s just too nervous to act on it. Yet she pushes me into the king’s arms-”

“I’m sure I don't want to hear the rest of that statement, but your mom will be back soon and I’m sure she’d love to hear all about it. You kids want some food? We got some curry that just finished, you have perfect timing.”

“We felt it in our souls,” Kwame half-joked. Chidi disappeared into the kitchen and reappeared with their food, letting them dig in while he ran the restaurant.

About halfway through lunch Kwame got a message from Omar that made his entire face turn red as his lip disappeared under his top teeth.

“Go ahead,” Ashanti said, already knowing the content of the message without having to see it. He either sent a nasty picture or a dirty text, and either way she knew the second Kwame saw it he was mentally already sucking Omar’s dick.

He got up, giving her a quick peck on the cheek and waving goodbye to Chidi as he all but ran to his dick appointment.

“Well he sure got out of here in a hurry,” Chidi came over and sat across from his daughter.

“A boy texted him.”

“Should’ve known,” he said before clearing his throat. “So, the king...how is that going?”

“You actually want to talk about it?”

“Of course, you’re my daughter. It’s just hard to see you as an adult sometimes, but I’m getting better at it.”

“Well he and I really connect on a lot of levels. He’s so smart, and sweet, and considerate and I know we only had that one date but I feel like I’ve known him for years. We have another date tonight, I’m making him mama’s pirri pirri chicken.”

Chidi sat back in amazement. Here was his little girl...in love...with the king of Wakanda.

“You know, that’s what your mother made the first time she cooked for me.”

“It is?!”

“Mhm, that’s how she hooked me. Been trapped ever since.”

Ashanti playfully hit her father’s arm and thought about her meal plan for later.

“Well, Baba, I have to go prep for tonight. Give Mama my love when she gets back.” Ashanti kissed her father on the cheek and headed back to her empty home.

______

Her “Sacral Chakra” playlist blasted through the house as she danced in her underwear to Missy Elliott’s “Throw it Back” while stirring the rice one last time. Everything was ready, and she still had plenty of time before he was supposed to show up. She put the oven on “warm” and stuffed the dishes inside before removing the rice from the heat and trotting upstairs to get herself ready for the life changing dick-down she was surely about to receive.

She changed the music to fit the mood she wanted to set, switching to her “Sexy” playlist and swooning at the sound of one of her favorite songs tickling her ears.

Like a flame to a moth

I'm addicted to your sauce, so bad

I want it 24/7, 365, 911

I need it fast

Don't leave me 'lone (so)

Leave me 'lone, leave me 'lone (so fast)

Leave me 'lone, leave me 'lone right here

(911 terrible baby, yeah)

I want it all

Want it all, want it all

Want it all, want it all, my dear

All of your love

(Give it all to me, baby)

All of your love, yes

(It's for me it's for you, baby)

All of your love

('Cause I need it)

Give me all of your love (ooh)

Luke’s voice carried her as she took a dip in the tub with a colorful jasmine and ylang ylang bath bomb before moisturizing with rose-infused shea butter. Her skin smelled like a forbidden garden, just the way she liked it. Then she trimmed her pubic hair, cleaning up her bikini line and giving him a clear, well-groomed path to her treasure trove. Finally, she painted her nails and toes white to stand out against her skin and avoid clashing with her colorful, off the shoulder, bodycon ankara dress. Ashanti chose to keep her braids down and makeup light again, knowing all that extra makeup would get ruined anyway. For a final touch she slid on her strappy gold stilettos, knowing just how much he loved them from their kimoyo chats.

The doorbell rang and Ashanti took a deep breath before straightening her dress and heading to the door. When she opened it both of their jaws dropped. There he was in an all-black suit with a black shirt underneath, a purple pocket square, and that damn hoop in his ear. He looked like the black panther he was and Ashanti wanted nothing more than to be his prey.

His eyes roamed her body and landed back on her face before he stepped over the threshold and pulled her in for a deep, passionate kiss. Their tongues danced alongside each other as both of their hands reacquainted themselves with the other’s body. T’Challa’s hand steadily sliding down her backside brought her out of her daze and she broke the kiss. He frowned as though she had taken away his favorite toy.

“Dinner, your highness.” She said before giving him one last peck and escaping to the kitchen with him on her heels. As she tried to maneuver around the kitchen, T’Challa refused to let go of her waist, whispering sweet nothings in her ear every few seconds about how much he missed her.

“T’Challa, go sit down, I’ll bring you your food,” She giggled as he kissed her cheek repeatedly. “Go!”

He let her go with a slap on the ass and sat down at the table, watching her float around the kitchen. After a couple minutes, Ashanti set two plates full of delicious looking food down on the table. She cracked open a bottle of palm wine and poured them both a generous amount.

“Are you trying to get me drunk Miss Mostafa?”

“Maybe. Cheers.” Their glasses clinked together and they both took a sip without breaking eye contact.

“Tell me what you think,” Ashanti pointed at his plate to get him to focus. The king took one bite and his eyes rolled back in his head.

“You made this?!”

“Ha ha, T’Challa. Yes, I made this. It’s my umama’s recipe though. And make sure you save room for dessert” she said while digging into her food.

“My compliments to the chef,” he said as he seductively brought his lips around his forkful of food, still staring into her soul.

The two of them caught up on their time apart, what little they didn’t already discuss in their kimoyo chats. T’Challa regaled her with stories of his work with the Avengers, and he watched her in admiration as she spoke about the happenings at Taj’s.

“Ready for our next course?” Ashanti asked the king.

“I am.”

Ashanti scooped the warm mango cobbler into two bowls and topped each one with ice cream. She set T’Challa’s bowl down in front of him and went to take her seat when his hand wrapped around her wrist and tugged her back towards him.

“Sit on my lap,” he said in a low grumble.

Ashanti’s feet carried her back to the king and she turned to sit across his lap.

“Not like that, face me.”

“My dress-”

“I don’t care.”

A chill went down her spine as she hiked her dress up over her thick thighs and straddled him. He reached for his bowl and scooped up some cobbler and ice cream, bringing it to her lips.

“Open.”

Her lips parted and she tasted her sugary concoction, happy it turned out how she wanted it to.

“Is it good?”

“Yes.”

“Is it sweet?” He asked, nuzzling into her neck and inhaling her scent.

“Y-yes.”

“Good. Feed it to me.”

They took turns feeding eachother the cobbler, licking the melted ice cream from each other's lips. With each bite, the king’s hand travelled further and further up Ashanti’s thigh, gripping her tight and causing her to let out the tiniest whimpers.

He could smell her arousal and it drove him crazy. When his hands travelled up to her hips and felt no underwear she looked at him and winked, flipping the switch within him. His eyes turned almost completely black as his fingers trailed across her body directly to her clit. Ashanti jumped, but his other arm held her down. His fingers circled her clit, making more wetness drip out of her. She suckled on his bottom lip and moved her hips to get him to stop teasing her, but he wasn’t a fan of her defiance.

“Did I say move?”

His voice sent a chill down Ashanti’s spine and straight to her pussy. Another rush of liquid escaped her and T’Challa chuckled darkly.

“You like when I tell you what to do, don't you?” He asked, one hand still teasing her clit while the other gripped her jaw forcing her to look into his eyes. She nodded desperately and he laughed in her face. “I know you do, kitten. You know what I want you to do for me?”

She struggled to compose herself, his teasing becoming too much for her to handle.

“What? I’ll do anything”

“I know you will. Cum on my fingers when I fucking say so, do you understand me?” She nodded as his fingers moved down to her now dripping hole, three of them opening her up and sliding in deep while the heel of his hand pushed into her clit. He slapped her ass with his free hand. “I said, do you understand me?”

“Y-yes.”

He curled his fingers inside her, alternating between quick and slow thrusts, all while dragging the pads of his fingers across her g-spot. More wetness pooled between her legs as he dug in her, causing her to grind into his hand for even more friction.

“There you go, nasty girl. Work for it, mhm…” He licked from her collarbone to her ear before nibbling on her lobe, making her release a moan from deep within her core. “You sound so beautiful, I’m going to make you sound like this all night. Are you ready for me?”

She held on tight to his shoulders and rocked into him more, the tension building in her body.

“Yes, kumkani.”

He growled and pulled his fingers from her, placing his hands under her thighs and picking her up while she whined at the empty feeling.

“Where’s your room?” He spoke into her ear as she wound her hips against his and sucked on his neck. She pointed up the stairs, but her lack of communication frustrated him more. He needed to be inside her now.

He backed her into an empty wall and pushed his pelvis into hers. Her eyes rolled back at the feel of his third leg against her pussy.

“You want it?” He teased. She nodded vigorously as he unzipped his pants and pushed them to his feet. “Do something about it.”

She reached between them and almost cried at the feeling of his hot, pulsating dick in her hands. She couldn’t close her small hands around it, and she wondered briefly about how it would fit in her mouth. She felt the throbbing veins up and down his shaft and his length would surely fill her to the brim. She swiped her thumb over the precum oozing out the head of his dick and brought it to her lips to taste. The sweet saltiness of him set her off, and she lifted her body up before sliding down on his length.

She was too eager to be bothered by the stretch of her pussy, just wanting him inside her.

He moaned into her ear and gripped her ass tight as she enveloped him in her warmth. He wanted to keep his composure, but it slipped more with every bounce of her juicy ass onto his pelvis. The thickness of his dick pulling her clit combined with the edging from earlier had her on the verge of an orgasm already.

After letting her get used to his size, the king decided to stop playing nice and pushed her back into the wall, staring deep into her eyes as he thrust into her body. Her arms wrapped around his neck and she held on for dear life as he busted her wide open.

“Oooh, T’Challa!”

“Hm? You like when I do that? What about this?” He lifted her and brought her down onto him, the force causing her to yell out his name between thrusts.

“T-Chal-la, oh-my-Bast-it-feels-so-good. Mmm I’m cumming, I’m cumming!” She barely rushed out before her muscles tightened and released around him, both of them moaning out in pleasure. He continued to hold her while they stared into each other’s eyes forehead to forehead, breathing heavily, until she broke the silence.

“Can I taste you?” she whispered and the hairs on the back of his neck stood up. He placed her down and she immediately sank to her knees, licking her essence off of his dick.

His hand went to the back of her head as she sucked the tip and rotated her two hands along his shaft. After a few moments she grew brave and pushed him further into her throat, making his toes curl. She was down to one hand and decided to go even deeper. Resting her jaw, she brought her free hand to stroke his shaft while alternating between licking his balls and softly bringing them into her mouth. Her lips made their way back to his pulsating dick, his chorus of “fuck yes, just like that” and “suck that dick” lost on her ears while she focused all her will power on swallowing the monster before her. Her mouth slowly crept over his tip and down his shaft as far down as she went before. She swallowed and took him in deeper, nose almost touching his pubic hair.

“Fuck!”

He wasn’t expecting that and came down her throat. She gladly swallowed every drop.

“Good girl, make sure you clean your plate for your king.” He pulled her up by her jaw and kissed her deeply, his tongue exploring her mouth to taste himself on her. He slapped both her ass cheeks.

“Get in that bedroom.”

She grabbed his hand and led him to her room, her dress at her waist and those damn heels on her feet. Ashanti had a feeling those would be staying on most of the night.

When she opened her door, he only looked around briefly before grabbing her by her throat and licking her neck. Her pussy throbbed once more.

“Why do you like when I’m rough with you?” He growled in her ear as he unzipped her dress. “Answer me.”

“My king, I-I don’t know but it turns me on.”

“You don’t know, huh? That’s not a good enough answer. Bend over, grab your ankles. Let’s see if you can figure it out” His hand pushed on her back, making her bend at the waist before he slammed into her, taking everything she had to give. His hips slowed down and stirred inside her, making her release a long, deep moan each time he pushed deeper.

Tears came to her eyes from how he was hitting it. She had never felt anything so deep or so thick inside her, and the way he was moving made her cry out to the heavens.

“Bast!”

“She’s not here love, you’re at my mercy,” He chuckled and grabbed her neck, pulling her up to whisper in her ear as his hips sped back up and she grabbed onto the back of his head for stability. His left hand had a tight grip on her hip, but his right hand came up to tweak her nipples as he slowed his strokes back down, circling his hips.

“Yes, kumkani” she moaned out on repeat like a broken record. He had hit that spot in her that shut her brain down, making her putty in his hands.

“I’m going to ask you again sithandwa, why do you like it when I’m rough with you? Hmm? I know it’s hard to think right now, but try for your kumkani. We talked about it before. Why do you want me to treat you this way?”

“B-because I’m my kumkani’s little slut.”

He smiled as wide as the cheshire cat and stilled inside her, another deep chuckle rumbling from his chest.

“That’s my good girl, my little slut. You like being kumkani’s little slut?”

“Mmm, yes. Please, make me your slut kumkani. I’ll be good.”

He pulled out and slapped her ass.

“Prove it. Good girls ride dick.” He laid back on the bed, hands behind his head as he watched her stand over him and squat onto his throbbing member. He moaned as she dropped her weight on him and picked it back up repeatedly, tightening her kegel muscles on the way back up each time. She eventually dropped down to her knees to give her thighs a break and leaned back towards his legs, giving him a full view of her body as he watched himself go in and out of her.

“Shit, Ashanti.”

She slowed down and sat up, circling her hips and gripping him tight before leaning over and letting him suck on her nipples. She let him have his fill then whispered in his ear, “Am I a good girl yet?”

His mouth left her breasts and he pulled her into a deep kiss, their tongues fighting for dominance with his eventually winning again. He pulled back to take in her beautiful face that was twisted in pleasure, his black eyes staring deep into her brown ones.

“The best.”

The king wrapped his arms around Ashanti’s waist and spread his legs before thrusting up into her, catching her off guard. Her body succumbed to his and another wave of intense pleasure washed over her as she came once more. He fucked her all the way through her orgasm, refusing to let up.

“Do you have one more in you kitten? Can you be a good girl and cum again for your kumkani?”

“T’Challa, I-”

“Who?!” he hooked his arms under her knees and flipped them over, driving his big dick deep into her guts with a roll of his hips.

Tears came to her eyes and he wiped them away, pausing his movements. “Are you ok, love? Did I hurt you?”

“No, I...it just feels so good. You feel so good inside me, baby.”

“Do I?” he teased as he thrust impossibly deeper inside her, watching as the tears sprang from her eyes, kissing them away.

“Yessss,” she hissed as their foreheads came together so they could stare deep into each other’s souls as their climaxes approached.

He pushed her legs back further and she felt him drop all his weight into her pussy over and over and over and she left her body, tears running from her eyes and juices seeping from her pussy. Her head rolled back and a faint smile appeared on her face as he fucked her stupid. Her nails dug into his back as his hips continued to thrust into her from above and he left his signature on her neck. He felt her body tensing up again and he decided to stop delaying his release before he killed the poor girl.

“Kitten.” He said to her in a soft, sweet voice, slowing down his strokes and just grinding in her deep. She struggled to focus on him but when their eyes met, he leaned in for a soft kiss. “You’ve been such a good girl for me. You take me so well baby, it’s like your pussy was made for me. You said I could cum inside you, will you still let your kumkani cum deep inside that pussy?” They had already discussed this, knowing it would come up at some point. Luckily they both had their STI prevention shots and they were both on birth control, so since they shared the same kink they decided to go for it.

“Yesss, please kumkani. Cum inside me,” Ashanti said as she locked her legs around his waist.

The king’s thrusts picked up the pace, elevating them both to their highs. The tension rose in their bodies, Ashanti scrambling to hold him closer, and T’Challa struggling to contain his strength so as not to cause real damage. When the dams broke, their bodies shook violently and he filled her up while she spilled all over him. He slowly thrusted into her as his dick continued to pump her pussy full of him. His thrusts slowed to a stop as she came down from her climax. He leaned back and opened his mouth and let a glob of spit fall onto her clit before lightly rubbing it in with his thumb.

“T’Challaaaaa!” she whined, feeling overwhelmed. He smirked and stopped, leaning down to plant a kiss on her forehead then her nose, then her lips.

“I know, baby, I’m sorry,” he said as he continued to lightly kiss around her face and neck. Her legs still hadn't let him go, so his hips churned inside her very slowly, grinding just enough to keep her turned on but not enough to over stimulate her. “You just can’t let me go, huh?”

“Uh-uh,” she pulled him to her soft lips, only allowing them to slightly graze each other. “You feel too good.” She whined.

“Oh I do? You love when I’m deep in that pussy, don't you? You want me in there all the time? Want me to slut you out whenever I fucking feel like it?”

“Mmmm, yes kumkani.”

“Good girl. Now let me go baby, I’m not done with you.”

“T’Cha-” She was cut off by a deadly glare. “Kumkani, my pussy is tired.”

“I know kitten, this will help her feel better.”

Ashanti slowly unraveled her legs and moaned as his dick slowly left her, pulling on her clit and her g-spot on the way out. The emptiness she felt was soon replaced by the feeling of his copious amounts of cum dripping from her hole.

T’Challa moaned at the sight then leaned in for a taste, causing Ashanti to gasp unexpectedly. His tongue moved up and down her pussy, collecting his cum and spreading it all over. He sucked on her clit and his fingers slowly found their way inside her to rub on her spot before his finger and tongue switched. He tongue fucked her walls while his thumb strummed her clit lazily, her legs twitching on every upstroke . His moans of pleasure pushed her further to her climax and when he started slurping his cum out of her pussy she lost it, body convulsing and cumming all over his chin. He slurped up their combined fluids and brought his lips to hers, transferring their cum to her mouth for her to taste. She swallowed and stared into his eyes, bottom lip between her teeth. He rolled over beside her and they faced each other.

“Don’t look at me like that. You already won't be walking tomorrow, but I can make it a week,” T’Challa warned and the two broke out into laughter.

“Wow, just...that was...wow,” Ashanti said, still processing what just happened.

“Is something wrong? Was I too rou-” Ashanti shut him up with a kiss.

“It was amazing. And oh my Bast, you are nasty as fuck.”

T’Challa chuckled, wrapping an arm around her and pulling her into his chest.

“That’s just the tip of the iceberg, dear.”

Ashanti stilled then looked up at him in fear and arousal, both of which were made worse by the bloodthirsty look on his face.

“What else are you into?”

The two lovers laid there and talked for hours, only pausing for a brief moment while Ashanti went to the bathroom. They talked about their kinks and exploring more together. They spoke about their futures, their bucket lists, their families, and more. The conversation veered from comical to serious to heart wrenching to seductive all within the span of a few hours.

They eventually fell asleep with T’Challa’s strong arms wrapped around Ashanti’s waist, just like the last time they slept in each other’s arms and hopefully just like all the times they’ll lay together in the future.

Our love

Your love

On me

Our love

My love

In you

Our love

Your love

On me

Our love

My love

Ooh!

(Did you ever think that, maybe

Maybe it's destiny?

Maybe it's destiny that brought us together)

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3. Lily, Lupin, and Lilacs

Remus made his way to the sixth floor all by himself before Ancient Runes lesson. He’d spent breakfast being entertained by Peter, who had turned into a rat to freak out some first years by going for a swim in their cereal bowls. The performance was cut short though when they noticed a couple of teachers eyeing them from across the Great Hall. James leapt to his feet, grabbed Wormtail, and hurried out of there, yelling something about his ‘poorly behaved pet’.

The lesson had been going on for nearly five minutes when the classroom door flew open and a very flustered Lily Evans burst in, muttering apologies and something about having overslept and how it had never happened before. She went for the nearest seat, which happened to be right next to Remus, and pulled out her things very slowly, trying not to make any more sounds.

Professor Argyle stared at her blankly for a moment and Remus was sure Gryffindor was about to lose ten points, but instead… “Make sure you go to bed at a reasonable time tonight, Miss Evans. Mr. Lupin, could you kindly share your notes with Miss Evans…” And she proceeded to teach the class.

Remus pushed his notes closer to Lily so she could copy the five or six sentences they had been instructed to copy by professor Argyle. “Thanks,” she whispered, scribbling frantically.

About halfway through the lesson, Remus started hearing a strange muffled gurgling sound. The classroom was filled with the scratching of quills on parchment, so it took him a couple of minutes to realise that it was Lily’s stomach that was growling greedily. “Hungry?” He whispered, stifling a laugh.

“Hmpf… I can’t even concentrate on this. Is that ‘leech’ or ‘cockroach’?” She squinted at a rune in a paragraph they had been instructed to translate.

“Leech,” Remus whispered and bent over to retrieve something from his bag. “Here.” He pushed half a bar of chocolate across the desk. “Also, I have no doubt that you know this, but that should be ‘lake’, not ‘puddle’.”

Lily seemed to be taken aback briefly, but then she gave him a genuine smile and breathed ‘thanks, Remus,’ before breaking off a piece and shoving it in her mouth. They had always been friendly with each other. Incidentally, only when James wasn’t around. Or Snape, for that matter. And now that September was drawing to a close, they had started exchanging little interactions here and there more frequently. It was only natural, since some of the classes they had both picked up for their sixth year only had small handfuls of students, none of whom were James or Snape.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you be late for class,” Remus whispered brightly, watching Lily eat the last crumbs of his chocolate, even licking little specks off her fingers once it was all gone.

“I don’t think I’ve ever been late. I just had so much homework yesterday and it got so late and… I need to revisit my homework planner.”

“Yeah, it’s been a long month…”

Just then, the bell rang throughout the castle, announcing the end of the lesson. Both Gryffindors started packing their things and Lily was the first to reach the door while Remus was still fiddling with the zipper of his bag.

“Well?” He heard her say and looked up to see her waiting for him in the doorway. “Let’s go, I don’t want to be late again!” And they left the classroom together to head to a double Care of Magical Creatures lesson.

* * *

Sirius was eyeing Remus, who was curled up in one of the armchairs with a thick, dusty book. Black had just made himself comfortable in front of the fireplace in the Gryffindor common room. James was servicing his broomstick in anticipation of the upcoming Quidditch season, and Peter was still working on his Potions essay (James’ freshly finished one lying in front of him). It was one of the quieter evenings, the likes of which occurred more frequently since they had started their sixth year.

It had been a whole month since the beginning of term; a whole month since Sirius was reunited with Moony. A whole month since he had been having these new, curious feelings for him. He kept telling himself that it would go away eventually, but there was a part of him that didn’t particularly care for that to happen. He had spent a whole month relentlessly staring at Moony and he could not think of anyone or anything more beautiful, and he had never thought that about anyone for a whole month straight.

He had always liked Moony’s scars; not the pain that they were born out of, of course. But he always liked the way that they looked, as if counteracting how much Remus himself hated them. Sirius remembered the first time he heard his friend call them ugly, back in their second year, and he couldn’t believe his ears. He thought they looked cool; they bore witness of Remus’ strength and resilience. But now he thought they were beautiful -- maybe he had always thought them beautiful?

Throughout the past month, Sirius had been catching himself wanting to wrap his arms around Moony at the most random moments. Or hold his hand. Or kiss him. And then he’d wonder if he would realistically ever be able to do that. He wanted it all to go away, but he also...didn’t. Deep down, more so than that, he wanted to know if there was any chance at all that Moony could like him back. So far, his inventory of clues was that Remus wasn’t girl-crazy, but that could have easily been attributed to him being a bit of a bookworm. A lot of a bookworm.

But then, there was this vague feeling, which Sirius couldn’t put into words, that him and Moony had always had a different kind of...chemistry; different from him and Prongs or him and Wormtail. If only there had been a way to explore that without putting their friendship at risk...

All of a sudden, Sirius’ whole body perked up with a brilliant idea, and before he could question its brilliance further, the words slipped out of his mouth.

“You guys know I’m bisexual, right?” Sirius’ eyes lingered on Remus for just a moment longer before he casually looked down to inspect his fingernails.

“Er...you’re what?” James looked at him puzzled, as if he’d just been woken up from a nap.

“Bisexual, Prongs,” the Black replied with an exaggerated sigh. “Means I swing both ways.”

“And...have you?” Peter asked with some kind of a mixture of awe and confusion.

“Have I what?”

“Snogged a boy?”

“Not yet.” Sirius’ gaze flickered over to Remus for a split second; the werewolf was still adamantly staring at his book but Sirius could see that his eyes were fixated on a single spot on the page.

“How do you know then?” Peter asked and James shuffled his stare from him back to Sirius.

“How do people know they’re straight before they get to snog anyone? Or how does Prongs know he wants to spend the rest of his life making sweet love to Evans without having so much as accidentally bumped elbows with her?”

It seemed to take a second for James to register the answer but then he shrugged and nodded. “Fair enough.”

“So… Has anyone in particular caught your eye?” Peter asked and Sirius restrained himself from looking at Remus.

“Nope, no one in particular.”

For a little while, no one said anything, blankly staring at one another as if confunded. Then, Peter went back to his potions essay and James resumed polishing his broom handle.

“So?” Sirius’ voice was tinged with annoyance now.

“So what?” James asked without looking up.

“You lot okay with that? Any thoughts? Feedback? Anything?”

“‘Course we are okay with it!” Peter affirmed.

“Now that I think about it, it makes perfect sense,” James mumbles casually, and Sirius was about to inquire further about that statement, but then he realised that Remus was still frozen in the same position, still pretending to read the same page.

“Moony?”

“What?” He answered rather quickly.

“Any thoughts?”

“Of course I am okay with it, Sirius,” he punctuated his irritated response by closing his book with a thud.

“Sorry we’re not more shocked, mate,” James shrugged.

* * *

James did his best to keep his focus on professor Slughorn, but his gaze would inadvertently land on the side of Lily Evans’ face time and time again during that day’s Potions lesson. And then, once in a while, he’d look over at Snape; he couldn’t help but wonder why Lily and him weren’t friends anymore. He was happy about it, no doubt; but curious nonetheless.

Even with those distractions, James had to admit that it was an interesting lesson. Slughorn was telling them about the strongest love potion in the world, Amortentia. There was a whole couldronfull of it and James was quite aware of the fact that everyone in the classroom was leaning forward ever so slightly, trying to get closer to its intoxicating scent (which, apparently, smelled of different things to every single person).

A couple of the students jumped in their seats at the sound of a loud knock on the door. Slughorn stared at it for a second and then shuffled over to open it. James looked over at Peter and both grinned when they heard the sound of Sirius’ voice.

“Sorry, sir. Professor McGonagall sent me to get Potter. It’s about Quidditch…”

“Right now? In the middle of the lesson?”

“You know how she gets just before the season starts, sir,” Sirius’ voice carried a note of very well faked innocence.

“Ah yes, I daresay, I wouldn’t want to get in the way of Minerva and the Quidditch cup…” Slughorn wheezed and then mumbled something about ‘insufferable’ and ‘fury’. “Very well then, just make sure to get today’s notes from one of your friends, James.”

James scrambled to his feet, shoved all his stuff in his bag, and rushed out of the classroom. They had done this sort of thing so many times, and had planned so many different, slight variations of it, that he wasn’t worried about getting caught at all anymore. He grinned at Sirius and both started down the corridor, to wait around the corner. If James wasn’t much mistaken, Peter was about to use one of those fake blood capsules from Muggle jokes shops that Remus had introduced them to a while ago.

Sure enough, no more than five minutes later, Peter appeared with red paint down his front. The brilliance of this particular trick was that Slughorn tried to magic Wormtail’s supposed nosebleed away, but since his nose wasn’t really bleeding, the spell didn’t do anything. Pretty quickly, Slughorn gave up and sent Peter to the hospital wing.

“Why did it smell like coffee, lilacs, and Moony in there?”

There was a second’s pause and then James turned to Peter, shock and curiosity mirrored in his face too.

“What?” Sirius lifted his hands in a brief shrug when his two friends exchanged very eloquent and very obvious looks. Then he explained rather proudly: “I’ve been able to pick up even the most subtle scents a lot more since I’ve started casually transforming into a massive black dog. Was Remus here already to get you out of Potions?”

James, and by the looks of it, Peter too, knew that the cauldron full of Amortentia was seated nearest to the door, and the only scent that Sirius could have possibly been picking up was that. And it smelled like Moony to him.

“No er…” James shook his head as if waking up from some kind of a trance. “Yeah, Merlin’s beard, that’s incredible! That you can smell things like a bloody dog now!”

“Yeah… Completely!” Peter agreed. “Incredible!”

“Come on, you must have noticed things like that too since last year?” Sirius shrugged again and his two friends exchanged looks, again. “Anywho,” he rolled his eyes, probably thinking that they were trying to mess with him. “Shall we make a quick stop at the kitchen?”

#wolfstar #wolfstar fanfiction #remus lupin #sirius black #james potter #peter pettigrew #marauders #fanfic #hogwarts

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siriusmuch · 4 years

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Friday I’m In Love | Chapter One

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word count: approx 2,600

warnings: a bit angsty, but to be fair, most of this series will be

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a/n: i was low key so unmotivated to write, but i started listening to my sirius playlist and was like, “okay, now I HAVE to.” anyway, i hope you like this chapter. thank you for all your support so far, it means so much to me!

“And where do you think you’re going?” Steely eyes locked with yours. You could feel your heart start pounding faster and faster, the blood rushing as you fumbled over your words.

“Um, oh, I,” You tried, but the figure scoffed.

“Save it. I knew you were too weak for this,” The taller figure walked past you, and as they did so, they slammed their shoulder into you. “Come back when you’re not going to be a disappointment.”

In the far distance, you could hear the quiet screams. Spells were being cast, and green light filled your vision from every direction. But you couldn’t focus on that, all you could focus on were the harsh words that were thrown at you and how cold it was. Further away, you could hear your name being shouted, and just as you were about to compose yourself and reply, you watched everything drop.

“MERLIN’S BALLS!” You gasped, finding yourself in a tangle of blankets on the cold ground of your dormitory. Blinking to readjust yourself, you scrambled up as you shoved your blankets back onto your bed. You could still feel your heart racing, and you were relieved that the only noises that you heard were the rush of the lake and your dormmates’ snores. There weren’t strange figures outside your windows, only the occasional fish swimming by.

Taking a moment to recollect yourself, you quietly left the common room and instead started to head towards the kitchens. This had started becoming a regular occurrence for you and you were just relieved that no one had caught you yet.

Unfortunately for you, it turns out you spoke (thought?) just a little too soon.

“(Y/L/N)?” A confused voice asked as you whipped around.

“M... Meadowes?” You could feel your eyebrows start to furrow. From behind you, Dorcas Meadowes looked less than amused. You heard tidbits about her, although had never actually spoken to her. She was a Gryffindor in your year, and according to some of the Slytherins who did nothing but gossip, she was also a huge lesbian. You couldn’t confirm nor deny that seeing that you’ve never had concrete evidence, but you also knew that she was incredibly hardcore.

Her big dick energy was something you admired.

“The last person I expected to see was you,” Dorcas confessed, and you bit back a smile, “But what are you doing up so late? I’ve never even heard of you breaking a rule before.”

“To be fair, I don’t usually break rules and no one catches me doing so,” You started towards the kitchens again, although looked back to check if Dorcas was following. A bit to your relief, she was. You didn’t want to be alone right now, and Dorcas didn’t seem like the type to snitch. “I couldn’t sleep. What about you?”

“The Gryffindor girls are having a study session, and I happened to be the unlucky one they sent down to get snacks.” Your gut twisted, and you knew part of you wished that you still had close friendships like that. “You know, you’re one of the quietest Slytherins. I’ve never seen you insult anyone, although sometimes you do hang out with some shady people...”

You tensed up, although you didn’t stop walking. “Most people view everyone from Slytherin as a bit shady though, no?” You sighed, “Besides, just because I don’t get involved in their ways doesn’t mean I’m quiet.”

“You are quiet. The only two people I see you talking to regularly are Black and Snape. And even then, you don’t look like you talk to them that much. Half the time, your nose is in a book. You almost remind me of Remus.”

You didn’t say anything else, not really knowing what else to say. As you walked into the kitchens, the house-elves greeted you happily.

“Miss (Y/L/N)! Are you here for more sleeping tea and cookies?”

“Oh, yes, please. Thank you,” You smiled politely, taking the cup and plate of cookies gratefully. You could feel Dorcas’ stare on the back of your head, but you paid no attention to it. You knew she now knew that you had trouble sleeping, but you doubted that that was important information for her. “Goodnight, Meadowes. I hope your studying goes well. Don’t stay up too late.”

With a tired smile, you walked out of the kitchens and left Dorcas to ponder to herself.

“You look like a raccoon,” Regulus commented as you slid into the seat next to him.

Smirking, you replied, “Well, that’s what happens when you don’t sleep an entire night.” You could feel his concerned gaze on you, but you didn’t bother. Taking out your required materials, you started speaking again, “I’ve been trying sleeping tea for the past few days, but they haven’t helped. I reckon I might have to go to Madame Pomfrey to get something.”

“You... You know you can talk to me, right?” Regulus asked quietly, and if you hadn’t been still, you wouldn’t have heard what he asked. Your gaze softened, but you still didn’t face Regulus.

“I know. I’m just tired,” You sighed, letting your body sag a bit as you leaned your head on his shoulder. “I keep on thinking about that.”

As more students started entering the classroom, you knew that your quiet moment was soon to be over. Although you weren’t the best of friends, not like how you and Sirius were, you were thankful for his presence. You couldn’t imagine attending Hogwarts without him by your side.

“I know, I know...” He whispered, rubbing his thumb over the back of your thumb. The two of you didn’t have many intimate moments, but you were struggling. Thoughts of that night constantly plagued your every thought and you were outright tired of being strong. Allowing yourself just a minute more of relaxation, you sat back up and opened your textbook, ignoring the quiet chatter of your classmates and the occasional stares on you.

“Miss (Y/L/N), Mister Lupin. Come here for a moment,” Professor McGonagall called as you were packing up. Your eyebrows raised in surprise, and you turned to look to Regulus. You nodded at him, silently telling him to go ahead. As you finished packing up your stuff, you walked towards the front of the classroom.

“(Y/L/N), you’ve been missing a lot of assignments. You’ve never done so in any other year, and I’ve been talking to some of your other professors as well. In some cases, you don’t even turn up to class, telling them that you’re sick. Is there something you want to talk about?” Professor McGonagall asked, her voice strict yet somewhat motherly at the same time. You were relieved that she didn’t call upon you in front of the class, but you knew Remus was listening in.

“I...” You hesitated, “I haven’t been sleeping well. I occasionally go to Madame Pomfrey for something to help, but I don’t want to constantly bother her or develop a tolerance to a potion or become too dependent on a potion,” You confessed, telling the bare truth. Your eyes didn’t meet anyone’s, instead, you just stared out the window away from them.

“I see. I’ll talk to Madame Pomfrey about that. But, you understand that that isn’t a reason for you to miss classes. You have your O.W.L.s this year, and the number of missed classes and assignments have racked up to be a concerning amount.”

“Yes, Professor.” You still refused to meet their gazes, although your voice was quiet and meek. Part of you felt embarrassed, especially since you knew Remus was friends with Sirius.

“This is why I wanted to talk to you with Mister Lupin here. He has outstanding grades in almost every class, and from today, he’ll be your tutor. I understand that you might want someone else to help, although I’ve been told that he’s one of the best tutors here. Since you guys have the same standard curriculum, he’ll be able to assist you in all the classes you need help with. Do either of you have any questions?”

You and Remus shook your heads no and Professor McGonagall dismissed the both of you. Turning to face him, you spoke up first.

“I appreciate it if you don’t tell anyone about my troubles,” You started. Before Remus could start talking, you continued to talk, “If this won’t take too much time out of your hand, I’d be happy to receive your help in classwork and homework. We can meet every day in the Study Area. Do you know where that is?”

“The one on the fourth floor, right? Near Classroom 4F?”

“Yes. Does that work for you?”

“Yeah,” Remus politely smiled at you. You could tell he wanted to ask about it, although he didn’t want to be intrusive. It was a good thing that you were paired with one of the more tolerable Marauders, despite Remus’ rabid rabbit problem and his quiet yet mischievous involvement in pranks.

“Alright. I’ll see you there today.” With a nod, the two of you left the Transfiguration classroom and went your way.

By the time classes ended and you arrived in the Study Area, you were absolutely drained. All you wanted to do was take a nap, preferably if it was dreamless, or just avoid all your problems and sulk by reading a good book. Unfortunately for you, you also didn’t want to get in trouble and have your parents receive a letter about your missed classes or assignments.

Unsurprisingly, Remus was already there, and he was already working on what you presumed was his own homework.

Quietly, you slid into the seat across from his, placing your things down and started getting set up. “Hey,” You greeted, watching him look up at you, “I’m... sorry about all this. That you have to give up your own time to help me. I’m sure you’d rather be with the Marauders right now.”

“It’s no bother. Plus, it helps me revise my work too,” Remus smiled at you, “Do you want to start with Transfiguration? We have homework today for that, and it might be easier to get that out of the way.”

With a nod, the two of you started talking about Transfiguration. Every few minutes, he’d explain a concept that you were stuck on without you even asking for help. You appreciated his attentiveness and by the time two hours had passed, the two of you had eased up and started cracking jokes.

“You know, what kind of wizard or witch just decides to create a charm that transforms a dinner plate to a large mushroom? Like, they must’ve been starving to the point where they wanted to eat a plate really badly,” You commented, watching Remus’ grin grow wider. Pride swelled up in your chest, knowing that you were able to make him laugh.

“What if they actually tried eating the plate?” Remus asked, making you snort. The other students in the area kept on giving you dirty looks for interrupting their studying, but you couldn’t help yourself.

“You know, you’re not so bad, Lupin,” You smiled. It was small and genuine, but nonetheless, it was something you really meant. “I know Gryffindors and Slytherins don’t usually become friends, but honestly, I wish I were friends with you. You’re really funny, and the pranks that you help come up with are creative. The Slytherins have to give you credit for that.” Your voice was quiet, but you didn’t look away from him.

Watching as a soft flush started staining his cheeks, you quickly looked back down to your parchment.

“I could say the same about you. You know, Sirius, he says a lot about you. But you’ve defied anything he’s been saying.” Your head shot up when he mentioned Sirius, even as your heart cracked with the information that Sirius really did talk bad about you to his friends. Part of you hoped it was just a front that he kept up, but this just confirmed your fears.

“What does he say?” You asked. Remus looked uncomfortable, and part of you felt bad for him, but you really wanted to know.

“Well... He says a lot about how you’re just like his family. You don’t like associating with muggles or muggleborns, and you bully some of the muggleborns. Just stereotypical things.” A frown settled onto your face and Remus looked guilty.

It felt like someone had stabbed you a few times and decided to leave the wound open. It was terrible when Sirius started ignoring you, but finding out that he compared you to the scum of the earth hurt even more. You willed your eyes not to water, but they started to do so anyway. You didn’t wipe at your eyes nor make eye contact to make it less obvious, but you could tell that Remus knew. He scooted his chair over, sitting closer to you.

“I don’t know what happened between you two, and I’m not going to prod at the issue either. But part of him cares for you, you know? Even if he doesn’t tell you. Even if you haven’t talked in four years.”

You weren’t sure why you’ve become so vulnerable all of a sudden. You were never vulnerable with anyone, much less trusting of anyone this quickly, but years of almost constant isolation has had its toll on you. The loss of sleep that he knew about lowered your walls just a little. Maybe he didn’t know you too well, but you could tell that he knew that you were drowning.

“I don’t know what happened between us either,” You said miserably. You leaned your head onto Remus’ shoulder, much like what you were doing to Regulus earlier. “It’s like, one day we were the best of friends, and then just decided to cut me off. Which, is... okay, I guess, but I wish I had an explanation.”

Remus wrapped his arm around you, rubbing at your back. You didn’t want anyone else to see you crying, so you hid your face in his robes. It was obvious that he didn’t really know what to say, but something about him made you feel a bit better. Maybe it was because he was close to Sirius in general, or maybe it was because he’s there, or maybe it was just simply because everything about him radiated kindness.

“Hey, Remus... I can call you Remus, right? I think we’re past the stage of last names now, but,” You sniffled a little, “Thanks. I know you weren’t looking for all this emotional baggage. All you were doing was following orders from McGonagall, but you’re incredible.”

“You can call me Remus as long as I can call you (Y/N),” You let out a wet laugh, “Earlier you were talking about how you wished we were friends. You’re a dumbass, we’re already friends.”

Warmth flooded your chest, and you looked up to him. Even with tear-stained eyes, you couldn’t help but give him one of the biggest smiles you’ve given in years. Wiping your tears away, you took a deep breath before looking back down at your homework.

“C’mon, Remus, let’s continue writing this essay about a plate transforming into a mushroom. I better get an O for this.”

Maybe you still couldn’t figure out why Remus made you feel as safe as you did, or why you knew that he was going to jump into the water and save you from drowning in your own thoughts, but you trusted him. And as the clock ticked by and jokes continued to be exchanged, your friendship rapidly grew.

And maybe you didn’t know it yet, but you’ll soon come to find out that there was almost nothing you wouldn’t do for Remus Lupin.

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royallyprincesslilly · 4 years

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Title: Love, Maybe? {38}*

Chris Evans X Reader OFC Vixen Giovanni

Warning: Cursing, Plot, Heavy Angst, Mild NSFW

Word Count: 4.1K

Summary: After a night of drunkenness you wake up next to warm, hot as hell body, a migraine and no memory of the night before. When you come to realize that the hot body belongs to none other than Hollywood’s golden boy Chris Evans you freak out. As events unfold you become even more panicked to find out you got married in your drunken haze. What else is there to do but get it annulled, right? Before walking away, you share one more night of molten kisses and passion. Three years later you are still living with the repercussions of your brash decisions, but the surprises don’t stop there. The past has a way of coming back and have you questioning is this fate that you’ve been running from, hell could it have been love, maybe?

NOTE: **Italic texts is an inner Vixen thought. Bold Italic texts is an inner Chris thought.

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**Slightly Interactive***

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Chapter 38: Reality Check

-Chris-

“No, don’t do that sweetheart, you’ll fall in.”

From what he knew about her already he knew she wasn’t going to listen. Sure enough, she leaned forward over the wooden path trying to reach something in the water and sure enough, she tumbled headfirst into the water. He couldn’t help but laugh as he ran to her.

“Really Christopher, you laugh at your daughter?”

“I told her not to do it.” She popped her head up laughing up a storm. “See, she finds it funny.” When he looked at you, you were shaking your head.

“Not funny, she could have drowned.”

“Oh stop it, she can swim.” He plopped her onto the blanket on the shore and sat.

“I otay mama.” She grabbed two strawberries and munched them as he wrapped her in a towel.

The three of you sat and ate the picnic lunch you’d so expertly made and enjoyed the sunshine and the beauty of the day. When he’d brought up showing Ella the lake you reassured him it was a great idea. The way she loved water it would have been a waste not to show her. She loved it. She splashed and was even able to swim around thanks to the calm waters. They’d played together, and she climbed all over him having him pretend to be a tree then a giraffe and finally a water horse. It was great being with her.

With each passing day, she gave him more and more confidence with his parenting and let him get closer and closer. Now she didn’t just run to you for comfort or when she was feeling shy, she ran to him and asked for him. It overjoyed him. He hoped she could tell how much he wanted her, how much it meant to be her dad.

After she ate, she whined for the whole thirty minutes she had to wait to get back in the water. Once the time was up she ran away heeding your warnings to not go too far. He watched you lean back onto your elbows then look to him.

“What?” He shook his head and continued eating his apple.

“Uh no, that was a clear something look. What is it?”

“It’s nothing. You just—I like what you’re wearing.” He really liked it. The two-piece wasn’t skimpy but it wasn’t modest either.

“You like what I’m wearing?”

“Yeah, orange is a good color on you.” He wasn’t lying, it was true. It complimented your skin and made you even more gorgeous.

You snorted and smiled. “Thanks.”

“No, thank you.” He looked to Ella in the water and he could feel your eyes roam his body. He decided to give your moment to gawk. When he looked to you, you were laid back with the sun beaming down on you. The sun loved you.

“Come pway mama, da-da.”

“Coming baby.” You stood and walked toward the shore where she sat but he didn’t move.

“You’re not coming?” You looked back at him. He was enjoying the view too much to get up.

“No, I am, just—enjoying the view.” Your jaw dropped as you looked at him making him smile.

“Watch it.”

His laughter was loud. Tossing the apple to the side, he ran to you and wrapped his arm around your waist and carried you the rest of the way to Ella.

The three of you played in the water and laughed and screamed to your heart’s content. He used his muscle to manhandle you and Ella and she loved every second of it. Every time he tossed Ella into the air he could literally see your heart leap into your throat. It was hilarious. You had to know he would always catch her.

When Ella got tired of playing with the two of you she went off to the shore and played in the mud and collected rocks. She could easily entertain herself. It left the two of you slightly alone a few times. He knew you didn’t want to give Ella any confusing visuals so for the majority of the time your interactions were flirtatious but never overtly inappropriate. He tested boundaries by slyly touching you here or there but always remained respectful. After a little while, it was like a game of who could touch the other without being obvious. He was wining, you were still a giant ball of mystery with how you held yourself reserved all the time. It drove him insane. He wanted to know how you felt.

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-Vixen-

You opened your eyes to see both Chris and Ella peacefully sleeping. A little after midday the three of you took a nap in the boathouse. You were the first to wake evidently. Chris was laying on his back with one arm across his forehead and of course, that was the position Ella was in. you smiled at yet another similarity. He couldn’t deny her if he wanted to. It was clear he didn’t want to. Rather than running from any responsibility, he was steadily piling more and more on. He wanted her. if he was to be believed he wanted you too.

Sighing, you stood and carefully walked out and onto the wooden planks and gazed out over the water and the orange glow of the sun on the water. This place was beautiful, and you were going to miss it when you went back to LA, and then San Francisco. You sat and dipped your feet into the water and for the first time thought about going back to reality. It was easy to mistake LA for your reality, but it wasn’t, San Francisco was. How was this little family thing going to work then?

When you felt him behind you, you didn’t jump or feel any alarm, your body was used to his presence. You took a deep breath when you felt his lips press to your neck then your shoulder and you couldn’t suppress the moan that escaped.

“Do you know that you two sleep just alike?”

“We do?” You nodded and again he kissed your neck.

“It’s cute. You have an actual mini you. She looks, laughs, sleeps and eats like you. Her sweet tooth is uncontrollable another thing you share, and God her eyes. Kristella was the right name for her.”

“It’s surreal,” he responded then kissed your shoulder. “Today was great, right?”

“It was. She loved it. Good call.” He began tracing lazy patterns in your skin and you settled back into him and enjoyed the perfectness of the day.

The silence between you stretched as did the comfort.

“I’m so happy and grateful to get a second chance not only to be Ella’s father but with you. Thank you.”

Looking over your shoulder you met his eyes and searched them trying to find any hint of a lie, any hint that he was lying but once your eyes met you knew he wasn’t. Your heart fluttered yet again forcing you to take a deep breath.

“Why couldn’t you have been this way three years ago?” Chris shook his head and a look of remorse washed across his face.

“I was stupid, a dick who couldn’t see what was right in front of me.”

“Which was?”

“The woman of my dreams. Everything I didn’t know then I wanted, everything I wasn’t ready to see. I’m ready now Vixen. I know it might be too little too late, and reap what you sow, and I agree. Honestly, I deserved to lose you back then. As much as it hurts to accept; you were right. I wasn’t ready, not for this or—you. I would have screwed it up, I would have hurt her.”

His candor shook you. it shook you so much that you had to look away or else you’d say something you couldn’t take back. His hand on your chin stops you forcing you to not only keep contact with his eyes but to also full on face him. When you were fully turned sitting on his lap with his arms securely wrapped around you holding you against him you knew what was going to happen before it did.

“I’m sorry for hurting you. I regret it on my long list of regrets. I’m ready to be her father, I’m ready to be in her life, ready to step up in any and every way you want. After seeing your world in San Francisco, I know you don’t need me, you don’t need my money, my influence, my connections or lifestyle. I know you can honestly take me or leave me, but I am ready for you and everything I opted out of three years ago, everything I felt and saw but ran from. I want to be in your life.”

He took a breath and searched your face before he continued.

“You’re so hard to read all the time it really gives me anxiety. I have no idea what you want, how you feel, if you feel anything. Tell me, please.”

You crash your lips to his and kiss him with every emotion you felt. You didn’t want to talk, not with your mouth as least. There had to be a way to answer him, to show him. as you kissed him he kissed you back. You kept your moan low while your hands traveled down to his swim trunks. You unlaced them and freed his straining cock. When your eyes met he saw your intention, he knew what came next and he didn’t protest, he just pulled you down onto his need and laid back onto the wooden planks. Hopefully this was enough for him, hopefully he could hear what your mouth didn’t say.

-Chris-

As he looked out over his backyard he smiled at his family and yours. This was a long way from the first time they got together. Now everyone was laughing, talking and genuinely looked to be enjoying themselves. As he flipped the meat on the grill he smiled and finished his beer. He found you in the crowd laughing with his sisters at the same moment you looked over to him. your smile turned bashful before you bit your bottom lip. That bottom lip drove him crazy and would probably be the death of him. You looked away and went back to your conversation.

“How’s everything over here, son?” your father approached him and looked at the meats on the grill.

“Good, sir. Another few minutes and they’ll be ready to come off.”

“All right sounds good. How are you doing?”

“Good. Are you doing okay sir?”

“I’m good, just wondering when you’re going to tell my daughter you’re hopelessly in love with her.”

He nearly choked on his beer. What’d you say to that?

“Uh, well sir,” he cautiously began.

“You can call me Carmine, we’re family.”

He smiled and nodded. “I appreciate that Si—Carmine.”

“So talk to me. Why haven’t you told her yet?”

“It’s complicated.”

“Why? Yes I know she can be intimidating and appear cold and closed off but I assure you, it’s an act.”

He smiled because hearing that made him feel a lot better for some reason. It meant that you weren’t that way with just him. if your family saw it too you were this way with them too.

“How uh, how exactly do I work around that?”

“Simple. Trust. Show her she can trust you. if you get that squared away then the rest comes easy,” Carmine assured.

“I think I already fractured that trust.”

“What’re you doing about it?”

“Trying to rebuild it. I have no idea it’s even working. She’s still so distant,” he confided.

“I’m sure it’s working. The thing with Vixen is she has the best poker face, but with every poker face, there is a tell.”

“What are her tells?”

“Her actions. If her words say one thing or nothing but her actions are clearly speaking then I’d follow her actions. Like with her giving you more and more freedom with Ellie Bellie shows she trusts you with her. you found a way to lower her fierce mama bear exterior and let you in for her. I wouldn’t worry too much about it. what is meant to be will be.” Carmine leaned back and groaned as if he had not one care in the world.

“Just remember, I don’t own any guns, but I know how to kill a man with my bare hands in twenty-nine different ways if you ever hurt her.”

“Got it, sir.”

Carmine nodded and walked away leaving him with his thoughts once again. He was so lost in them he didn’t hear you come up.

“You wouldn’t last a minute in my kitchen gazing off to nowhere while precious meat was on the fire.” He smiled and looked you over.

“Precious meat huh.” You snorted and shook your head.

“You’re such a horny teenager.”

“Enjoying yourself?”

“I would be enjoying myself a ton better if you would hurry up and feed me.” Again he smiled and stepped closer to and went to your ear.

“Follow me upstairs and I’ll feed you,” he whispered. You smiled.

“You got yourself a date—later. Until then hurry up, we’re hungry.” You walked off to join everyone else.

Fifteen minutes later he brought the meat over to the table and everyone helped themselves. You made Ella a plate and he made you a plate. Conversation never died down and the laughs kept coming, it was great that everyone got along, it was what he wanted when he brought you here. He wanted his family to love you as much as he did.

The vibrating in his pocket had him groaning. He’d tried to ignore it for the last hour, but it kept buzzing and buzzing. He ignored it again and looked up to see you looking down at your phone with a confused expression.

-Vixen-

As you stared at the message from Kassius confusion filled you.

Kassius MSG: Is it true?

MSG: Is what true?

You drifted off to the side as you waited for Kassius’ reply. When his message came in it was a link. You clicked it and immediately the cover of a tabloid magazine popped up and it was you and Chris on the cover. You were sitting together in a restaurant laughing together, it was the bakery from San Francisco. The headline read “Chris Evans Bombshell, Secret Life Exposed.” Your jaw dropped and you looked up to see Chris digging his phone out his pocket with his eyes on you before he looked down to his own screen.

When you looked back to your phone you scrolled through the article. They’d uncovered your identity and even had pictures from Vegas three years ago. There were pictures of the two of you at the altar, pictures of your marriage certificate, pictures of a still from your wedding video with both of you showing off your rings. When you saw pictures Ella you freaked out.

They had it all. As you continued to skim the long article they broke the news that he’d been married for the last three years and that it was a secret. The more you read the more your confusion and alarm rose. They’d dug up where Ella was born, tried to speak to nurses and the hospital. This was invasive as fuck and you weren’t down with it.

You looked up and saw a freaked out look on Chris’ face. you saw him take a step to you, but you got another message. You were so confused as to why the article was speaking in present terms. They didn’t mention the divorce papers at all.

MSG Kassius: Channel sixty-one, right now.

You walked toward the TV that was mounted in the corner and that was when the staggered beat of TMZ came on. They were running the same exclusive.

“Again, exclusive breaking news. Chris Evans, Captain America, the man everyone loves is off the market ladies. You heard it right. These pictures that were taken a few days ago show him on an apparent date with a beautiful mystery woman. The two appear to be having a great time, but she’s not a mystery, Chris knows her well. She’s his wife. You heard right, Chris Evans is married and has been for the last three years.”

“What!” It was Lisa who shot to her feet first. All eyes went to Chris then to you and back to Chris.

“We’ve uncovered the wedding pictures, the marriage certificate, and the lady’s identity. She is Vixen Giovanni, she’s a local San Franciscan who owns a successful restaurant there and is in the works of opening the anticipated Giovanni’s here in LA. The two also share a daughter, you got it a love child who is around two years old. The timing lines up with their wild Vegas wedding.”

The only thing you heard was the blood pounding in your ears but you saw the chaos unfold around you. the parents were on their feet and the siblings were looking around and between you and Chris waiting for an explanation. You saw their lips moving and knew they were speaking but you didn’t hear any of them. You looked back to the TV and just zeroed in on the images of Ella they were plastering all over the screen and pictures of your restaurant and you through the years. It was a major invasion of privacy. Suddenly the narrative changed and the images on the screen were of the two of you in the dancehall in San Fran.

Images of you dancing together and laughing with your faces close together than kissing were everywhere. Through all of that, there was no mention of your divorce. You looked to Chris who looked stressed as fuck. When your eyes met you saw something in his eyes that didn’t sit well with you.

“Chris! What the hell are they talking about? It’s all lies right?”

When neither of you made an effort to explain they became more livid.

“Okay look wait, everyone calm down,” Chris began. Nexus took up Ella and rocked her hoping to keep her calm.

“Calm? Christopher Robert Evans, if you don’t explain!”

“It’s true.”

That was all he got out before all hell broke loose. His mother gaped at him and your mother’s jaw dropped.

“Vixen!

“Chris, I wasn’t there. We weren’t there, none of us were there to see it. how could you do this!?” Lisa looked hurt but furious.

“Chris--,” she began before she stopped.

“Maw I know, I know. I’m sorry. It was a spur of the moment thing, we were both drunk and just did it. we didn’t think about it or anything. It wasn’t a conscious decision either of us made,” he explained.

“So you married my daughter on a whim when you weren’t in your right might? She wasn’t worth a sound decision?

“Dad--,” you began attempting to smooth things out but he held his hand up to you stopping you.

“No sir, it’s nothing like that. You know what I think about your daughter. This was three years ago, we both were—look we know there’s no excuse for it and we’re sorry.” He looked to you no doubt pleading with you for help, but again you saw something in his eyes.

“Nothing to say Vixen? You got married without me there, without your mother. How could you do this?”

“Mom, everyone. Let’s take a breath. Yes, we did this and I understand how you feel. You have every right to be angry. What we did was stupid and irresponsible, we both know that, right Chris.”

He nodded.

“We should have told you guys the same time we told you about Ella. For me I knew you guys would be mad, I knew neither of you would understand and I really didn’t want to disappoint either of you because I got drunk and did something reckless. Back then you guys know I did reckless things for fun and I knew you both wouldn’t like it.”

“Same here, I should have told you. I’m sorry.”

“Wow, you married a complete stranger, then had unprotected sex with them and produced a child. My god Chris,” Lisa said as she paced the floor.

“The thing that they aren’t revealing, and I don’t understand why. We’re not married anymore. A few days after we got married we filed for divorce. We both signed the papers and handled this,” you explained.

The silence around you was the calm before the storm.

“What!” There were several voices that screamed it. It looked like that nugget made them even angrier.

“What do you mean?”

“I went to LA shortly after and we filed with Chris’ lawyer. It was taken care of.”

“So first you irresponsibly get married, irresponsibly have sex, then get a quickie divorce and decide to lie about it for three years?”

They way they said it made it sound like the two of you were children and made questionable decisions. Across the way Chris rubbed his forehead.

“Vixen, I don’t know how you could do this. You were married and you threw it away. You had a husband and now it’s all wasted.”

You were confused. She was pissed you got married and now pissed you were divorced. You couldn’t win with her.

“Actually,” Chris began. All eyes fell to him, but he avoided your eyes as he looked to be thinking about something. When his eyes met yours, you had a bad feeling.

“The reason why they didn’t break the full story is because that is the full story.”

“What?” Chris slowly walked to you, but you stepped back cautiously.

“You’re right, we signed the papers and I thought they had been filed, all this time I thought it went through but Sherman called me a few weeks ago and told me that because of some things he was going through he didn’t end up filing the papers. He went to rehab and then left LA for a while. They sat in his desk all this time. I didn’t know Vixen.”

As he spoke he kept trying to get closer, but you didn’t allow him to. A plethora of emotions filled you, shock, confusion, disbelief, hurt, anger, disappointment and a slew of other things. The one that was prevalent was hurt. He’d lied to you and kept something super important from you. something that you had every right to know. The last few weeks flashed through your head, every moment with him, every kiss, every time you slept together. It all felt manipulative now. You began to wonder if he had an agenda this whole time.

You didn’t know what to say, so you didn’t say anything. You walked away inside and upstairs. There you found Nexus and Ella in your room watching TV and laughing together. The minute you walked in Nexus went on alert.

“Is everything okay?”

You pasted a smile on your face and nodded. “Perfect.”

You walked to the closet and pulled out your bags and began packing them. You didn’t bother folding anything, you just threw things in not caring if they wrinkled or got ruined. you went through the room like a hurricane and just dropped everything in your bags. After twenty minutes you were done then you walked into Ella’s room and tried to keep your tears in. you packed her things and pressed the button you had that made you able to push things to the side.

When you finished you walked back into your room and scooped Ella up. “Nex, when you are leaving can you bring the rest of her things?

“What happened? What’s going on?”

“I have to go, please don’t make this a thing.” She nodded understanding you were trying to keep this as calm as possible. You walked out and down the stairs and out the front door.

“Wayo we go, mama?”

“On a trip princess.”

“Da-da come?”

“Nope, it’s just you and me, like it’s always been.”

You put the bags in the car and when you shut the trunk there was Chris coming toward you.

“Vixen wait, don’t go. Please. Please let me explain.” You ignored him and walked around the car the opposite way then opened the door and put Ella in the car seat. Throughout the whole action he continued to plead.

“You can’t just leave. What about the last few days, the weeks we’ve worked to get here. Don’t I deserve a chance to explain?”

Sliding into the passenger side you tried to shut the door but he held on to it.

“Vixen, don’t do this, I’m sorry.” You pulled it free and slammed the door then took a breath and drove off.

You had no idea where to go but you knew you couldn’t spend another minute there with him.

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purplesurveys · 3 years

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What’s the last vegetable you ate, and when did you eat it? My dinner had broccoli and bell peppers in it.

What was your last Facebook notification for? It was Aliyah replying to our comment thread on one of my posts. There wasn’t anything in her comment that was worth replying to anymore, so I just reverted with a Haha react.

What bands have you seen live? Paramore, Coldplay (not super legally), and One Direction.

Tell me an interesting fact about your mother: She almost became a flight attendant, but she failed the final screening because of her height. I think the idea of her nearly having a completely different career is very interesting.

What do you think is the most important thing to happen to you before the age of 13? In my case, probably getting my period. I got my first one when I was barely 10.

What were you super against as a young child but aren’t anymore? Chicken curry. I also hateeeeeeeed Dora the Explorer with a passion, but now I find the show hilarious haha.

What are your plans later today? My work sched this week had been so fucking PACKED, that I want to do nothing but catch up on sleep all weekend. But seeing as I’m a proponent of revenge bedtime procrastination, I also highly doubt I’d let myself fall into a nap (Exhibit A: Me currently taking this survey at 2 AM...) If anything, I’ll probably just continue watching BTS In The Soop and finally start on Season 2 of Bon Voyage.

Are you doing anything exciting this weekend? Well, it’s the weekend already, so...that ^ I will also have to take Cooper to the vet this Sunday.

Who do you talk to the most? Other than my team at work, Angela. I’ve been extra talkative these days because of our now-mutual excessive love for BTS, that I sometimes feel bad that I keep bombarding her with messages.

What are some things you do regularly that make you feel old? Talk to my friends who are still in college, especially when they update me about the current happenings in UP that I have absolutely no clue about anymore.

Who is your best guy friend(s)? I don’t have any best guy friends.

Do you wish your skin was lighter or darker? Neither; I’m fine with my tannish skin tone.

If you had a tiny scar on your face, would you get it removed or just keep it? Keep it; I already do.

Have you had an x-ray in the past year? Nah. My last one had been nearly 5 years ago, when I needed to get my back checked for scoliosis.

Do you think your first love still loves you? No. And that’s okay. :)

What is something that is “going right” in your life? EVERYTHINGGGGGGGGGGG I am so so happy with my life right now weeeee. I have the job of my dreams – I’m even working with THE ACTUAL K-POP GROUP SLASH PHENOMENON SLASH ICONS BTS for one of the clients I handle FHKDHGKHGFDKGHDKGH, I have the best and most supportive friends in the world, and I am now starting to grow my collection of BTS merch with my hard-earned money. Everything is going abso-fucking-lutely perfectly, and to think I didn’t think I would make it past 2020.

When did you feel ready to start dating? Middle of high school.

When was the last time your pet bit you? If you don’t have a pet, have you ever been bitten by someone else’s? I was play fighting with Cooper earlier tonight, and he got a little bit excited and ended up biting my upper lip quite harder than usual. It stung for a while, but it’s okay now.

Where were you the last time you made out? I think it was my bedroom.

When was the last time you cried tears of joy? Yesterday.

How do you type your sad smileys? Just this :(

Do you have “decorative hand-towels” that cannot be used in your house? Nope.

What was the last soda you drank? Probably the Coke I drank at an org event last year, pre-pandemic, out of sheer thirst. There wasn’t any water being served so I just gulped down the soda and tried to ignore the annoying fizziness. I don’t drink soda.

What was the last thing someone made fun of you for? I was having a video call session with my workmates this afternoon as a way to end the week on a good note, and I recounted my experience of being locked out of the office while I was in the middle of a presentation for a client, and how I managed to get myself back in.

Have you ever had any type of surgery? Nope.

Should kids be allowed to get tattoos/piercings without parental consent? No.

Who was the last person to hit on you? No one has in a while.

What was the last thing you decided not to do, that you were supposed to? A deliverable a client asked me to do. It can wait til Monday.

What’s the hardest thing you’ve ever had to tell someone? Maybe straight up admitting to my mom that she can be hurtful sometimes. It’s hard because she never actually processes things like that and they do nothing but vanish into thin air, even though it takes everything in me to be that honest.

What do you put on hot dogs? Mayonnaise.

Ever fallen in the shower? Like once, when I was 10 or 11.

What’s the worst thing you’ve ever called someone you care about? Continued from last night. It was probably ‘bitch.’ Based on what I’ve learned from my mom, I put extra effort in particuarly watching what comes out of my mouth, because I know how words stick.

Do you think that things will get better? I did, and now it has.

Have you ever legitimately saved a person’s life? I think I may have. The story is a little triggering though, so I wouldn’t share it.

What’s your favourite book genre? Doesn’t really count as a genre but I like auto/biographies.

Have you ever walked out of a movie at the theatre? I’ve felt like it, but I’ve never done it.

Do dogs like you? Yes, at least for 99.5% of my experiences.

Would you say that you project an air of authority? In certain circles. But there are some groups where I trust others to lead rather than me.

Have you ever jumped off a high dive into a pool? Nah, because I’ve never seen one. But even if I did, I think I would be too scared to do it hahaha.

Do you use one towel when you shower or two? (one for hair, one for body) One. I use it to wash my entire body already.

Have you ever been to one of the great lakes? No.

Who do you know that had a baby recently? The son of one of my old college instructors. I believe she had been born in March because that prof recently posted family photos on Facebook that celebrated the baby’s first monthsary.

Do you like Usher’s songs? Not in particular.

When was the last time you went to a waterpark? Not a big fan of these as I find them unhygienic haha. The last time must have been...like anywhere between 12-15 years ago.

Have you ever ridden a train? Just once, and I had to go with Jum because I didn’t want to go alone.

What do you eat your French fries with? Mayonnaise. If there isn’t any available, I’d want the fries to at least be generously sprinkled with salt; otherwise I’d find it too bland.

Do you have family problems? Nothing blatant, but I know we are more dysfunctional than how we make it out to be.

What’s the last food you ate that was stale? Pizza. I got two extra large boxes for my birthday last Wednesday and until now we still have some of it around :((( I ate some slices at around 3 AM earlier and they were tough as fuck to chew, hahaha. Still good, though.

How do you like your grilled cheese? I don’t have grilled cheese sandwiches often. Surprise me.

What is the most challenging meal you have ever cooked? I don’t cook.

What was your favorite thing to do as a little kid? I liked watching my cousin play video games; playing outside; and answering my friends’ autograph books (aka my pre-survey days, lol).

Have you ever been close to drowning? Yup but just once. I was swimming and was just about to come up for air when one of my cousins, coming from the bottom of the pool, suddenly started to playfully pull me down. I was nearly out of breath by then and he had a much stronger grip on me, so I struggled for a while and ended up panicking and thrashing around a bit before I was able to wriggle myself free.

Have you ever had a panic attack? It’s rare that it happens, but when it does it’s really bad and there’s no telling when it would subside.

Do you like doing housework? Some, and only if I’m in the mood to. If I feel like I have to do it, then I get lazy.

Would you ever get implants? I considered it before as a teen, back when small-chested girls were still bullied or made fun of on an everyday basis. How fucked up is that? I’m so relieved at how much social media has progressed.

Do you own a robe? No.

Do you have a little sister? What’s her name? I have a younger sister but she’s barely a baby; she’s literally turning 21 this year. Nina.

Do you like crust on pizza or do you cut it off? I like crust as long as it’s normal crust or stuffed crust. I can’t stand thin crust.

What was the last song you listened to? Euphoria - credited to BTS, but it’s a Jungkook solo.

Have any of your family members been to jail? Not blood relatives, but I know of super extended unrelated family members who’ve been to prison. Is there anyone that you feel you still need some closure with? I don’t think so. Sometimes no closure is closure.

Can you remember when you first learned how to read? I can’t, actually. All I remember is that I suddenly wanted to read everything by the time I was 5 and asked for nothing but storybooks every Christmas.

What event in your life has transformed your personality the most? College. Gabie also had a very big influence on me during our relationship.

Have you ever had any teeth pulled? Yes, but it was because it was already decayed.

Do you still want to be what you wanted to be in elementary school? No, but I do elements of it in my work so that works out well for me. I wanted to be an author when I was in grade school, and today I regularly write various materials in my job.

What’re some TV shows that you would like to get into? I just wanna get reconnected with The Crown again. I was already into it but I had to stop watching for a LONG time, because the show had some personal connections to my ex and so it seemed hard to get into the new season without breaking down lol. Now that I’m doing fine, I feel like it’s a good time to revisit the show.

How would you feel if you were drafted for the military? Won’t happen here, but it’s the kind of situation where I wouldn’t really have a choice and would have to follow.

What is your favorite Queen song? I don’t have any.

Do you know how to use any foreign currency? What do you mean, use...? Don’t you just use money to pay?? Hahaha or if you mean convert, then yeah I know how to do that with several currencies – US dollar, Korean won, Euro, Japanese yen, and whatever official name the pound has.

Been kissed by someone who you knew was “bad” for you? Nope.

Ever taken an at-home pregnancy test? I have not.

When was the last time you were at a loss of what to do? I usually don’t have plans laid out on weekends these days anymore, so lately it’s all been a matter of winging it and just wanting to make sure that by the end of the day I get to say I made the most out of my free time.

What did you do on your favorite date with a guy/girl? The time we did museum hopping + Italian dinner, or the one where we had French dinner + jazz bar.

What’s a movie you have seen in the theater more than once? I never do rewatches for movies still in cinemas.

What is the reason you’re still alive? I was stubborn and wanted to see if life would get better; I didn’t want to leave my dogs behind; I didn’t want to miss out on how potentially great and exciting my life could end up being; I didn’t want to cause and leave an even bigger emotional rift on my family.

I’m so happy I stayed.

Have you ever had sex in someone else’s bed/bedroom? Yeah. Not the best decision, and I wouldn’t do it again lol.

Do you ever brush your hair before you go to bed? Sometimes, so that it doesn’t look like a bird’s nest when I wake up the next day.

Have you ever had a dream about sleeping with a celebrity? (You don’t have to give details.) I don’t think so. I have definitely imagined it in...other ways, though.

Has anyone ever told you that they needed you? Do you think they meant it? Both in the superficial and loaded senses, yeah.

How did you feel when you woke up today? What was the first thing you thought about? I felt kind of like shit, just because I slept for only 1.5 hours – my body automatically wakes me up by a certain time, no matter what time I fell asleep. And also because my back and shoulder muscles were killing me with how sore they felt.

Do you still tell your parents that you love them? I show it, but I don’t say it. I’m pretty stingy when it comes to that phrase.

Have you ever said “I love you” to someone you weren’t going out with? Yes? It shouldn’t be limited to people you’re dating? I express it to Anj and Andi all the time.

Have you ever been threatened before? Sure.

Would you date someone with a physical disability? Yes.

Think of the last person you had sex with. Do you think they’ve slept with anyone else since they last slept with you? Purely guessing, it’s likely. I’m not updated about her life anymore, though; life has been going on as if she never existed.

The last time you dyed your hair, what color did you dye it? I’ve never had it dyed.

Think of the last time you went out to eat. Who paid? I went out by myself, so I paid.

Do you save at least 15 percent of your income? Yeah. I had a very good saving streak in which I was able to save anywhere around 50-60% every month...and thennnn I became a fan of BTS early this month LOOOOOL so now I’m back to like square three when it comes to my savings haha. Like I still know my limits and when to fucking stop taking out money from my bank account, but I’ve been spending dramatically more than I have been in the last few months.

Do you ever go on Reddit? If so, what are some of your favorite subreddits? I used to go much more regularly, to the point where it was a part of my daily routine. Now I go at least once a month. I usually check out the Ask Reddit (for anecdotes), Today I Learned (for trivia), and GMM subreddits. Sometimes I’ll get on the Squared Circle subreddit as well to be updated on wrestling.

Were you ever a flower girl or ring bearer in anyone’s wedding when you were little? Many times as a flower girl, yeah.

Are your parents in good health? Fortunately, yes.

Have you ever been a caregiver to a sick/disabled relative? Nope.

Is there any type of medicine you can’t take? For what reason? Not that I know of.

Do you have a favorite pair of pajamas? What do they look like? I don’t have pajama sets since I find them too warm.

Do you have any interesting pillow cases? Eh, I don’t think so.

If something on your body hurts, which part is it most likely to be? Shoulder muscles or my lower back.

Are you more afraid of spiders or bees? Bees.

Have you ever worn fake nails? If so, what did the last pair you wore look like? No.

Is Russian or Native American history more interesting to you? Native American.

#survey #surveys

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ashxketchum · 4 years

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I spent a lot of time on prompt generating websites trying to get something that pushes me to write. This one dialogue just had pokeshipping written all over it, so I went for it and lo and behold, it’s a crackfic in every sense of the word.

Please don’t have expectations from this.

Kinda PG-13 for language and suggestive themes, so I’ll put it under the cut.

Dialogue prompt: “I don’t really think before I act. It’s part of my charm.”

Pairing: Pokeshipping

It was his fault, as always. Misty racked her brain and tried to remember a time when they hadn’t ended up in a situation because of him and she came up with nothing. It was his fault that they were handcuffed together and thrown under the deck of a dingy ship that reeked of suspicion from miles away. It was all his fault, and yet next to her Ash Ketchum was peacefully snoring away, with his head resting on her shoulders as if that was the most natural thing to do after being abducted in a foreign land on their first date.

“Ash wake the fuck up or I will bite you so hard.” It was barely a whisper, and yet he instantly sat up, chocolate eyes opening wide at the sound of her voice.

“Arceus Mist, this is not the time and place to do you-know-what,” Ash turned to stare at her in surprise, and even in the darkness the redhead could make out the incredulous look on his face and once she understood the meaning behind his statement, she thought she’d let out a frustrated scream so loud, the ship would crumble under its force.

“For Mew’s sake Ash I will-“

They heard loud, banging footsteps above deck and unanimously decided to go quiet, listening intently for any sound or clues that may help them get off the ship. After a few minutes passed and there was no other sound or movement, the couple relaxed themselves dejectedly.

“Really Ash what were you thinking, buying tickets for a cruise from a total stranger?” Misty whispered heatedly, resisting the urge to nudge the raven haired boy in his ribs.

“I don’t really think. It’s part of my charm,” Ash passed her a savvy smile and when it didn’t lighten her mood as he was expecting it too, he shook his head and tried again, “look the guy said that I’ll never be able to get romantic cruise tickets at such a throwaway price in this region so I kind of just bought them at a whim.”

“And which region are we in Master Ketchum?” The pleasure Misty derived from using his new title to mock him occasionally, was still unparalleled.

“I’m not really sure…” Ash gulped in reply, he was already preparing himself for getting dumped after just one date. He could almost picture the scandalous headlines, ‘Ash Ketchum; Master in Pokemon Battles, but a failure of a Boyfriend?’

“That’s just great, and you even made us leave all the Pokemon back home!” Misty cried out as quietly as she could, which was not quietly at all.

“Well did you really want Pikachu to be around on our first date?” Ash countered her angrily.

“At this point, I would love to go on a date with Pikachu instead.”

Ash pouted in response to her statement, and though this was not the time to think about such things, Misty couldn’t help but notice that even at 20, his face had managed to retain all the boyish cuteness from his pre-teen years and it still slightly made her heart beat faster.

“I can get us out of here just fine.” Ash muttered after a few minutes, still a bit disappointed by her statement.

“I’m sure that’s what you were planning to do once you finished your nap.” Misty rolled her eyes at his proclamation.

“So you do get it,” Ash’s face lit up at her response, the wide smile forming on it faltered as he added on an afterthought, “why did you wake me then?”

“Just for a second, try to imagine how I would feel in this situation, if you were sitting next to me taking a nap.” Misty snapped back at him.

“Well you’d feel better if you took a nap too.”

“I’ll feel better after kicking you in the groin too, guess which one is faster?”

“Holy Moltress, is that how you talk to all your boyfriends on first dates?”

She hoped that the boy next to her would not be able to see the redness that was all over her face now. It was silly, Misty told herself, to still get embarrassed like a schoolgirl at the thought of Ash being her boyfriend. When she quipped back a retort, it was more to make herself feel less embarrassed than to get on his nerves.

“Only the ones that get me abducted in an unknown region.”

Ash stopped fidgeting with the cuffs and ropes and immediately locked eyes with her, for the first time in many years Misty saw hesitation and doubt swirl through his chocolate eyes.

“You’ve had other boyfriends?” He asked solemnly, the disappointment in his voice was hard to miss but, the champion managed to maintain her gaze nevertheless.

“What? No. I was just playing along with you!” Misty blurted out immediately, she hated seeing him look so dejected and doubtful, especially because of her. She reminded herself that they weren’t just friends anymore and she should be careful with her words from now on.

“Thank Mew,” Ash breathed a sigh of relief, and relaxed his body that had become so tense just a few moments ago, “for a second I was worried I was the only virgin.”

All restraint and rationality went out of the windows as Misty nudged her boyfriend in the ribs, flushing from head to toe at his statement.

Ash winced at the action but managed to not cry out. They spent the next few minutes in silence, Misty seething with rage and embarrassment on one side and Ash, having forgotten the conversation already, looking for an escape route on the other.

“Let’s just kick a hole into the floor and swim out,” he sighed tiredly, suddenly breaking their silence.

“The ship will drown you idiot.” Misty replied flatly, still keeping her back towards him.

“So? I’m sure their Pokemon will help them out.” Ash stated, somehow gainging confidence in his plan, he started to closely observe the wooden floor they were currently perched on, looking for a spot that could he could easily break through.

“What if they don’t have a single water type on them?” Misty turned towards him to protest the idea again and rolled her eyes over his determined search for the perfect spot to smash through.

“Mist, if we keep bringing our conscience into it, we’ll never make it out of here.”

“What happened to the ten year old Ash Ketchum that I fished out of the lake?”

“He decided to grow a pair.”

“I’m gonna have to see those for myself to actually believe this statement.”

Once again, she was taken over by the flow of their usual banter and replied without thinking, regretting it as soon as the words left her mouth and settled in the air. Ash stopped his search and looked up at her, meeting her eyes with an incredulous look, slowly his lips started to curl upwards into a smirk and Misty couldn’t help but groan loudly at his reaction. He was never going to let her forget this statement.

“Well Mist, I promise you can look at them all you like after I get us out of here-“

“JUST STOP IT ALREADY!”

The door leading to the upper deck opened suddenly and the man who had thrown them inside appeared, his face pulsing with rage and frustration, and much to the couple’s surprise, there were tears streaming down his burly face.

“We kidnapped you two, to brainwash you into joining Team Rainbow Rocket and you have the audacity to sit handcuffed on our ship and flirt with each other?

Do you realize the dangerous situation you are in? Is this really the time to flirt with each other and show off how lovey-dovey you are? Do you know how hard it is to fall in love and get married when you’re working for an evil organization?

Just leave! We don’t need lovebirds like you in our team!”

As the man kept bellowing at them and managing to somehow sob at the same time, he came forward and unlocked their handcuffs and untied the ropes and then dragged the two back to the upper deck.

Ash and Misty were stunned into silence, with a deep blush covering both their faces, they followed the lead of their abductor without a question.

The ship was still docked at the pier they had been taken from and now were ushered back into within hours. As soon as they were off the ship, it set off into the horizon, their kidnapper’s loud sobs becoming fainter with every wave colliding with the shore. After a while of just standing and staring after the ship, Misty turned to face Ash and was relieved to see that he still looked as dazed and confused as she felt.

“As the Champion, don’t you have a duty to apprehend any and all criminal organization members?” She asked him, relieved about escaping their captor but worried if this will cause a dent in Ash’s career.

“Well, it looked like he was having a bad day. So I think I’ll let him go for today,” Ash replied, frowning slightly at his own words. He shook his head suddenly and Misty passed him a small smile, knowing that he was trying to make sense of the situation just like her. When he locked eyes with her again, a mischievous grin was set on his face, the kind that made Misty feel heated and made her heart race at twice the speed.

“Should we head back the hotel to finish our conversation?”

#pokeshipping #pokeani #ash x misty #ash ketchum #misty #pokemon fanfiction #writealot #pokeship

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jungle321jungle · 4 years

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Sleeping in The Woods: Two

It was never in Virgil’s plan to be a camp counselor, he had never been a fan of kids.

It was never in his plan to learn to enjoy each of the boy’s company, he had never wanted to learn the truths behind their fake smiles.

It was never in his plan to get wrapped up in things he didn’t understand, he had always preferred to keep to himself.

None of it was ever his plan, but he’d do whatever he’d have to save everyone- even if it means risking himself.

Tagging: @hells-missing-a-goat @angels-and-dreams @ollyollyoxinfree @gattonero17

Ao3 - Masterlist

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Two

If it wasn’t clear that first day, by the start of the second week it was obvious that the boys enjoyed testing Virgil’s patience.

Roman appeared to have a habit of running ahead and getting into messes. Remus seemed to make it his personal mission to attempt to scare Virgil. Dee tried to challenge everything Virgil said or did. And Patton was just so adorable that his innocence made Virgil feel bad for even considering swearing in front of him.

Then Logan was annoying him purely by being there. The boy seemed so very unimpressed by everything going around him, and it seemed he hated every other kid in the world. He would sit back from the group, refuse to participate, and damn was Virgil envious of him for doing so.

It wasn’t fair that Logan could just sit around and get away with it, but if he did so “he was bad at it his job”. All Virgil wanted was a childless few hours for a nap.

Well maybe not a few.

Maybe a day? Two? A year? Yeah a year sounded good.

Anything which would stop this.

“Okay arms out!” One of the little Witches cheered. Despite having heard her name at least four times Virgil had promptly forgotten it. Maybe Madison? The other cabin had at least 17 girls and Virgil couldn’t keep up. Even so he complied with demands and let her take his measurements.

“Why do you need these again?” He asked her.

“I’m gonna draw you and it needs to be super precise.”

Virgil gave a grimace, “Can’t you just draw an apple like everyone else?”

“Nope.”

“Strike a pose!” Remus called out.

A large suggestion of poses met his ears. “Are you all drawing me?”

Virgil wasn’t sure why he asked because he got a chorus of yes in return. Virgil looked to his fellow counselors for help, but the two girls seemed to have checked out- like Virgil wanted to- and left him to deal with the mess.

Over with them Virgil noticed Logan as well.

Unlike the other children which were being a bother in general, he had made himself comfortable beside the other counselors with a book, but he kept sending a glare Virgil’s way.

It’s not like Virgil wanted this. He wanted to be home with a book on his couch.

But no, he gave a deep sigh and gave a stupid pose for the kids to draw.

“Are you going to hang up your portraits?” Dee asked as they walked toward the Cabin.

Virgil looked up from where he was staring at the stack of drawings in his hands. “I haven’t decided.”

“He’s going to throw them out,” Logan stayed plainly.

“I never said that,” Virgil frowned. “I think they’re just gonna go in a bag.”

“You don’t need to pretend to like them.”

Virgil opened his mouth to respond but after a pause he rifled through the pages to find a stick figure version of himself with a cape and crown. “I’m not pretending,” he said turning the page for Logan to see. “I really like this one for example.”

Logan rolled his eyes but didn’t say more.

~~~~

“Logan,” Virgil tried. “Are you actually going to swim or are you going to just sit on the beach the entire time?”

“I sat on the beach yesterday. So I’ll do it today too.”

Virgil gave a sigh, “Everyone else is swimming. You don’t want to join them?”

“You’re not joining them.”

Because today they were the only group swimming so he didn’t need to stay to keep the ratio. Instead the swim instructor could cover it, while he got a well deserved break. “I’ve got to do a couple things in the cabin.”

“Can I just go with you then?”

Virgil opened his mouth to come up with an excuse as to why he couldn’t, but Logan was already standing.

“I need to use the bathroom.”

Virgil held back a groan.

“Shall we head back?” Virgil asked when Logan was done.

Logan shook his head, “You want peace and quiet right? Well so do I. Can we make a deal?”

“...A deal?”

“I go back to the Cabin with you and we both ignore everyone else. I read and you nap.”

Virgil would lie if he said he didn’t consider the idea. But ultimately he shook his head, “It’s too soon for me to lose this job. So we can head back to the lake and just chill on the beach.”

“Fine .”

“Why don't you want to participate with anyone?” Virgil asked as they walked.

“Because I don’t want to be here.”

Virgil had too much in common with this kid, “Well at least you can make the best of it? Um... what kind of things do you like besides reading?”

“I dunno. But why do you care anyway? It’s not like you wanna be here.”

Virgil gave a grimace, because I’m paid to. “I never said I don’t want to be here. I’ve... I’ve just never been a counselor before so I’m kind of nervous.”

The fourth grader didn’t look convinced.

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“Alright wizards,” Virgil started to get the campers’ attention. “We have officially received our orders for what cabin we are working with for capture the flag. We will be paired with the Queens, and Princes. So get your stuff we are headed to the Prince Cabin for a strategy meeting.”

“Why can’t they come here?” Dee complained.

“Their Cabin looks the biggest,” Patton answered before he raised his hand. “Are we gonna have to be against the big kids too?”

“Middle schoolers, yes. High schoolers no.” Virgil replied. “The high schoolers are doing something else.”

“Are you allowed to be our high schooler?”

“Technically I graduated high school, but no. I’m just supposed to stand around and make sure none of you do anything ridiculous.”

“What do you mean by ridiculous?” Remus asked.

“If you have to ask...”

“Fine.”

“So, can we go to this meeting now?”

Given the meeting of the three cabins. Thomas and Jon had organized everyone behind their cabin in a bit of open grass. Virgil motioned for his campers to join the older boys sitting on the grass as the Queens arrived and sat down beside them.

“Alright first part of our strategy is this,” Valerie started. “To win!”

The girls gave a cheer in response while Virgil gave her a confused look.

“There is an actual strategy though,” Thomas tossed in. “The gist is we want to have the biggest and smallest kids guarding the flag. The bigger ones can hunt down others and smaller kids can hide and pop out. Then we want our fastest runners going for the other two teams. And if you’re small and fast you are going to play hot potato with a flag once we’ve got it. Everyone else is a floater and a decoy. Does that make sense?”

Despite knowing the plan from the start, Virgil felt the urge to say no.

This would be very interesting.

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“Are you ready, blue team?” Valerie shouted to the crowd of children who cheered in response.

“Everyone remember the plan?” Thomas asked. “Then let’s go!”

After the pep talk, Virgil had taken his post upon the junction between the edge of red and blue zones to dispel any argument the kids got into over which side they were on. Elsewhere other counselors were placed about the zone and watching the three teams and making sure no one went too deep into the area’s forest. But while he understood his role during the game, he didn’t particularly understand why Logan had chosen to stand beside him as the game began.

“You know this is a team game right?” Virgil tried.

Logan gave a shrug but didn’t respond.

The game seemed to be relatively nowhere. The teams seemed to be evenly matched. Virgil gave a yawn as he glanced at his watch, they were only scheduled to be playing for another ten minutes. Would the game end a three-way tie?

“I tagged you!”

“I tagged you! You’re on my side now!”

“Shouldn’t you be doing your job?” Logan asked him.

Virgil resisted the urge to reply and instead he gave a grimace as he moved toward the two arguing campers. Truthfully he hadn’t been watching. “Hey, hey, hey. Look I didn’t see it. So let’s do it this way. Each of you on your own side. No one was tagged at all? Deal?”

They didn’t seem happy as a staring contest began, but Virgil couldn’t bring himself to care. Instead he went back to where he was standing. It wasn’t for a few moments that he realized something was missing.

“Logan?” He called to no response.

He blinked looking at the other kids rushing in and out of the trees in confusion. Where had he gone? Had he snuck back to the Cabin?

Virgil felt a surge of frustration rise, had the little pest really just waited till he turned his back to head back to the Cabin? There were only five minutes left for god sakes! Virgil forced himself to take a deep breath.

This was a camp wide activity.

In other words, if Logan sneaked off it wouldn’t be his fault or responsibility. So what did he care?

“I got it!”

The sound of a child’s voice caused Virgil to look down to find Logan by his side once more- joy. But this time, Logan’s glasses were askew, he looked as if he had been sweaty, and he painted from running quickly. But despite all of it he smiled proudly as he held up something red for Virgil to see.

“I got it.”

Virgil nodded in disbelief, and blew his whistle to signal to everyone else.

~~~~

The campfire which followed the game Virgil had to admit was a fun one. But being on the winning team and getting smores seemed to help. He stuck close to the other counselors grateful to be around people closer to his own age, but he found he kept looking to the campers to find Logan in the middle of bunch of them an embarrassed smile on his face as they undoubtedly praised him.

The celebration continued back to the Cabin afterwards.

“How did you get it?” Patton asked excitedly. “I thought you said you weren’t going to play!”

“I wasn’t,” Logan confirmed pulling out his pajamas. “But I stood watching for a while, and just standing there watching the red team I could see where a bunch of them get kept running from. Meaning the flag had to be there.”

“So that entire time you were just analyzing everything?” Virgil asked in surprise.

Logan shrugged, “What else was I supposed to do? I was bored.”

It was the sound of the Cabin door opening which made Virgil frown. He gave a sigh and set down his phone and climbed out of his bed hoping whomever was up had just ventured to the bathroom.

He neared the Cabin door when the sound of humming met his ears. And upon opening it, he found Logan sitting on the steps humming to himself.

“Can’t sleep?” Virgil asked him, sitting down.

Logan’s humming ceased as he gave a shrug, “I don’t know.”

“Something wrong?”

“I shouldn’t have done that. I shouldn’t have joined the game.”

“Why not?”

Logan paused his gaze falling to his lap as he lightly kicked his legs. “Because I’m not supposed to enjoy it here. I don’t want to be here... I was supposed to be at a music camp.”

“You play an instrument?” Virgil asked.

“Uhuh, violin... But I’m not allowed to go back to music camp.”

“I’m sure your mom just wanted you to do something different for the summer,” Virgil tried but Logan shook his head.

“ The camp said I can’t come back after last summer,” Logan admitted as he kept his gaze fixed to the ground. “I-I got mad at someone so I took his trumpet and threw it. He deserved it too. He kept saying things about my mom, so I wanted to throw it at him, but he moved... And the trumpet went through a window.”

“Wow,” was all Virgil could muster in response.

Logan nodded, “Then they said I can’t come back. So mom sent me here.”

“Just because you didn’t plan to be here doesn't mean you can’t make the best of it,” Virgil said after a pause. “I don’t think it’s a secret that I didn’t plan this for my summer either. But I’m going to try my best and have fun when I can. Sure I get frustrated at things and people, but I really enjoyed the campfire earlier... so if I can try, will you?”

Logan looked up at him in surprise but finally he nodded, “Okay.”

Virgil gave a slight smile, “Good. Now head back to bed.”

“Fine. Night Virgil.”

“Night Logan.”

~~~~

One - Two - Three

#summercampau #fluff #angst #will come #kid fic #kid!remus #kid!logan #kid!roman #kid!patton #kid!deceit #sanders sides fic #virgil sanders #camp counselor #logan sanders

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snelbz · 5 years

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The Arrival {ACOTAR 2nd Gen - Part 1}

A/N: Surprise! @tacmc and I didn’t even tell you this one was in the works. The idea popped into our heads and we both fell head over heels in love with it! It will be based around a long weekend away from Velaris. Each “chapter” will cover a day. We hope you enjoy it and if you have any questions about the kids, please feel free to drop an ask in either of our boxes!

Cassian climbed out of the truck and slammed the door, taking a deep breath as he looked out over the lake.

This long weekend away from the hustle and bustle of Velaris was exactly what Nesta needed and he heard his very pregnant wife groan as she lowered herself from the passenger side cab.

“Uncle Cass!”

He turned just in time to catch the little girl that jumped at him, hoisting her up and propping her on his hip. “Luna-Bug!”

“Hi!” She tossed an arm around his neck, squeezing as tightly as she said. “Uncle Rhys told me to tell you he needs your help on the dock when you get here.”

“Well since I have the boat, I guess I need to do that, don’t I?”

Luna nodded, excitedly. “Can I come with you?”

“Of course,” he laughed, kissing her forehead before setting her down. He looked back to where Nesta was fanning herself next to the truck. “Doing okay, sweetheart?”

Nesta gave him a glare that could destroy cities. “Thorn? Can you and John take our bags inside, please? I’m going to go find your aunts.”

Thorn nodded, taking a duffle bag out of the bed and throwing it at John, who fell down from the impact. Nesta couldn’t even take a step toward him before he was on his little feet, charging for his big brother.

Cassian just chuckled and looked back to Luna. “Boys.”

Luna rolled her eyes as if to say, Tell me about it.

“John!” His youngest son paused, looking back over his shoulder. “Don’t even think about it. Thorn,” he pointed at his eldest son, the spitting image of himself. Mischief danced in the blue-gray eyes he’d inherited from his mother. “Don’t be an ass.”

Luna gasped and covered her mouth. “Uncle Cass, that’s a bad word!”

He laughed and started heading for the lakehouse, the front door swung open wide to let the heat in. “Don’t tell your mommy I said it and I’ll give you an extra one of Aunt Nesta’s brownies after dinner.”

Luna’s eyes went wide. “Ooooh yummy.”

Azriel was standing in the kitchen, taking everything out of the fridge that he would need to start grilling. A 6-month-old Lannan was strapped to his chest in a carrier, little feet kicking wildly. Luna began squirming until Cassian put her down.

“Daddy! Uncle Cass is here!”

Azriel turned around, only to have Luna run into his leg with a big hug. She reached up on her tiptoes to press a kiss to baby Lannan. “Hi, baby brother.”

Lannan giggled and tangled his fingers into Luna’s dark hair.

“OW!” she screamed.

Azriel sighed, untangling his infant’s fingers from his eldest child’s hair.

“Hi,” he laughed, meeting Cassian’s gaze. “You’re needed-.”

“Dock? Yeah, so I’m told,” he said, narrowing his eyes at Luna, who stuck out her tongue and ran out the back door, toward the lake.

He ruffled his hand through his brother’s hair (much to Azriel’s dismay as he whispered “Prick,” under his breath) and pressed a kiss to the top of his nephew’s head and headed for the door. “Cass?”

He turned and looked back towards the kitchen. Azriel tossed him a beer. “Here’s to a good, long weekend. You’re going to need that.”

He saluted him and cracked the top, following the sound of giggles onto the back porch.

Feyre and Elain were sitting down by the dock in their swimsuits, Nesta waddling toward them — Thorn gripped by the wrist in one hand, John in the other.

Feyre and Rhysand’s twins were running around in the grass through the sprinklers.

“Party’s here!” Cassian announced, descending the back porch stairs.

Feyre rolled her eyes as Nesta let go of Thorn and John and plopped down in one of the other lawn chairs.

“Control your boys,” Feyre chastised. “Your wife is a whale.”

“Bitch,” Nesta muttered but didn’t correct her. Cassian didn’t want to know what it took to create human life.

“She’s beautiful,” Cassian winked, pressing his mouth to his wife’s before strutting out on the dock, to an impatient Rhys.

“About time you got here,” he said, tying the jet skis off.

Cassian raised an eyebrow. “In case you somehow forgot, my wife is 8 months pregnant. If you want to be the one tell her to hurry up, that’s your balls, not mine.”

Rhys glanced over to where Nesta was resting, her shirt raised over her belly, letting the sun warm her skin. He shuddered at the idea of asking an irritable Nesta to do anything she didn’t want to do. “Fair enough. I’ve got the ramps ready. You want to help me get them into the water so all you have to do is back down?”

“Sounds like a plan.”

Rhys lifted his beer towards Cass and the two clinked their bottles against each other. “Happy Solstice, brother.”

Cass grinned. “Happy Solstice.”

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Nesta groaned as she felt another sharp kick to her ribs. “I swear, if she wants to come early, I’m completely fine with it.”

Feyre drank from her wine glass and looked at both of her sisters. One pregnant and one breastfeeding, she would be the only one drinking. Nesta eyed her wine glass. “Have one for me, please.”

“Same,” Elain said, eyes closed, an arm tossed over her face to block out the sun.

“It would be my pleasure, but if-.”

“Mamaaaaaa!”

All three women were instantly turning, Feyre and Elain on their feet, but it was Lily who was crying as she sat in the grass. Thorn had her Barbie in his hand, held high in the air out of her reach, and he looked as if he’d be caught red-handed. Nesta tried to get up from the chair, but her swollen belly wouldn’t allow her. She decided to yell instead.

“Thorn Stormwind Nazari, you give your cousin back her doll right now or I swear-.”

Feyre and Rhys’ son pushed him from behind and he landed in the grass. “Leave my sister alone!”

“Let them fight it out.”

The three women looked behind them to see Azriel. They hadn’t even heard him approach.

“Sounds like a bloodbath waiting to happen,” Elain mumbled, as Azriel took Lannan out of his chest carrier and handed him to Elain.

“It’s good for them to settle their own conflicts,” Azriel said, not unkindly, as he unstrapped the carrier and tossed it in the grass.

Elain watched the scene play out, worry coating her eyes.

But, Thorn got up, dropped the doll, and ran to the tire swing that hung on a large oak tree.

“What are we eating today, chef man?”

Azriel gave Feyre a small smile as he pulled off his shirt, the sun catching his tanned skin. “Burgers, hotdogs, I’ve got a few steaks.”

Nesta took a deep breath and cursed. “I’m so hungry, that sounds amazing.”

“Still not able to eat red meat?” He asked. “I’ve got chicken breasts for you, just in case.”

Nesta ran a loving hand over her stomach. About 3 months into her pregnancy, Nesta discovered she wasn’t able to keep red meat down, but craved it almost 24/7. There were many nights that Cassian was down on their porch at 2:30 in the morning, grilling a burger that would go uneaten, just so she could huff the smell of it out of his shirt as she laid in bed.

“No, I believe we’re finally past that, but I’ll probably still have them. That sounds so good right now.”

“She’ll change her mind in 30 minutes,” Cassian yelled as he went around to the drive to get the boat. “She’ll decide she wants Indian food or a pickle smoothie.”

“You did this to me, remember?”

He smirked. “Oh, I remember well.”

“Little ears, Cassian!” Elain cried, covering Lannan’s ears, even though there’s no way the small infant could have any idea what was being said around him. He cooed as she gazed down at him. Azriel dropped a kiss to his wife’s head.

Cassian just grinned. “Oh, you’d hate the things we say around our kids at home-“

“Cassian,” Nesta interrupted, shaking her head.

Cassian just laughed as he continued his walk to the driveway.

“Mommy?” A dark-haired, tanned skin boy tapped Feyre’s shoulder. “I want to go swimming. Thorn does, too.”

“I’ll go with you,” Azriel said, smiling softly. “Get your suits on. I’ll be waiting by your dad, okay?”

Bennett nodded excitedly and hurried inside to change.

Azriel asked, “You're giving this one a normal name, right?”

Nesta laughed. “Like you’re one to talk?” She heard Elain giggle from her seat. “Yes, Cassian lost his child naming privileges when I woke up and ‘Thorn Stormwind’ was our son’s official birth certificate. This little one will be Scarlett Rosemarie Nazari.”

“Thank goodness,” she heard Feyre breathe.

A little voice sounded behind them. “Mama.”

They turned to find Olive, one of Rhys and Feyre’s twins on the dock. She reached for her and Feyre lifted her and sat her on her lap. “What is it, sweet girl?” She didn’t say anything, just nestled her head against Feyre’s chest and closed her eyes.

“Looks like someone is ready for her nap,” Rhys said, taking his daughter from his wife’s lap. “Are you sleepy, Livy?” She shook her head ‘no’, but her thumb was in her mouth and her eyes were slipping closed. “Let’s go get your sister. Nes, want me to to put John down, too?”

“Please,” she said, taking a sip of her water. “He didn’t close his eyes once on the trip up here and if we don’t put him down now, we’ll be due for a meltdown right about dinner time.”

Rhysand chuckled and nodded. Soon enough, he had a line of toddlers behind him, holding hands, like ducks in a row.

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Azriel had Bennett on his shoulders, Cassian holding Thorn on his.

“Alright, the first kid to hit the water has to set the table tonight,” Rhys announced from his swan floatie by the dock. “Go!”

The two boys wrestled atop Azriel and Cassian’s shoulders, until Bennett fell back, hitting the water. He came back up a second later, lavender eyes furious. “That’s not fair! Thorn’s older.”

“Don’t worry, kid,” Cassian winked, throwing his son into the water, off his shoulders. “Thorn would love to help you set the table for supper.”

Now it was Thorn’s turn to come up looking pissed.

“But I won!”

Before Cassian could respond, Bennett tackled him into the water and the two began to fight.

“Careful,” Rhys called, sunglasses on, eyes shut. He glanced over at the boys, and saw that they were wrestling, but weren’t too deep in the water, so they’d be fine.

His brothers, however, were nowhere in sight.

“Oh, shi-.”

Before he could finish swearing, the float was lifted from the water and tipped from underneath.

Cassian and Azriel emerged from the water, laughing, water dripping from their hair.

Rhys came up, his sunglasses floating next to him and glanced at his beer floating in the water now. He sighed. “I just opened that, you pricks.”

Elain called from the house. “Dinner’s almost ready! Start getting dried off, please!”

Cassian hauled himself up onto the dock and grabbed Thorn’s outstretched hands, lifting him up, too. Bennett, Azriel, and Rhys used the stairs and the boys all grabbed towels from the trunk under the upper deck.

As he ran a towel over his shoulder-length hair, Thorn asked, “Is Aunt Elain going to have her boobs out again?”

“Dude,” Cassian said, grabbing his son’s shoulder as Azriel choked on nothing and Rhys began to laugh. “We’ve been over this. She’s breastfeeding, Lannan has to eat, too. And you know not to stare.”

“But they’re boobs,” he said, making a disgusted face.

“You won’t feel that way for long, buddy,” Rhys said, clapping a hand onto Cass’ shoulder, trying to salvage the conversation.

Bennett looked up at his dad and asked, “Is Lannan always going to eat from her boobs?”

“No, just until he can eat real food,” Rhys answered.

“Can we stop talking about my wife’s boobs?” Azriel mumbled, holding his towel in front of him, rather than tying it around his waist like the rest of the boys.

Rhys and Cassian just laughed loudly as they led their sons up to the house.

Azriel followed them up the grassy hill and into the house, where Elain was waiting for him by the sliding door.

“You look amused.”

“Just talked with an eight-year-old about your breasts,” he mumbled, kissing her quickly.

She huffed out a laugh before shaking her head. “I don’t want to know.”

“You don’t,” he said, taking the plate of burgers and hot dogs from her and making his way over to the grill.

She went back into the kitchen, where Feyre, holding Lannan, was sending Bennett and Thorn to their room to change and get washed up. Elain returned to her place at the counter, tossing the salad and adding things in here and there.

“Where’s Nes?” Cass asked, grabbing a bottle of water out of the fridge.

“She’s laying down,” Elain replied, not looking up from where she had begun cutting up vegetables for the kids. “Said she was having really bad heartburn from lunch.”

He laughed. “She’s the one who wanted ‘authentic Mexican’.” He tossed air quotes around the words and said he’d go get her up. No one else dared to wake the very pregnant, sleeping woman, for fear of bodily harm.

Feyre bumped Elain’s hip. “Want me to go wake up the littles? They’ve been down for, what? Almost two hours?”

Elain looked at the clock. She hadn’t realized it had been that long. “Please do.” She took her youngest from her sister. “And it’s time for you to eat, isn’t it?” She lifted him in the air and kissed his cherub cheeks as he giggled. “Yes, it is.”

Feyre just smiled as she headed down the hall and cracked open the door at the end. All three toddlers were out, the movie that was playing on the tv in the corner had ended long ago.

She brushed a soft hand over John’s curly hair. His face twisted in annoyance at being woken and the expression was so much like Nesta that Feyre had to stop a chuckle from leaving her lips. “Time to get up, Jonathan David.” His little eyes opened, hazel staring back at her and he yawned. “Are you hungry?” He nodded as he sat up and rubbed his eyes. “Uncle Az is outside grilling up your hot dogs. Wanna go help him?”

He nodded again, but another yawn wracked his little body as he scooted off the bed. He looked to where Livy and Lily were still asleep. He whispered, “Are they still sleeping?”

“I’m about to get them up, baby.” She brushed his light brown hair off his face again. It seemed it was time for a much-needed haircut, but if she had to guess, based off of both Cassian and Thorn’s hair, it would take a miracle for John to let anyone near him with a pair of shears.

“They’re still babies, they need more sleep than me.”

She chuckled. John wasn’t even 4 months older than her girls, but he was always so adamant that they were babies while he was a big boy. No doubt something he’d picked up from his own big brother. “Exactly, bud. Now, go help Uncle Azriel while I get them up.”

“Okay.” He yawned one more time before leaving the room.

“Livy,” Feyre sang. “Lily. Time to wake up.”

Olive was the first to open her eyes. The two looked so much alike, both like their father, although Olive had Feyre’s eyes. “Sleepy, mama.”

“But it’s dinner time, then we get to go for a boat ride,” Feyre said, kissing Olive’s forehead. “Wake up sissy and go wash your hands really good. Okay? I’m going to go help Uncle Az.”

Olive nodded, sleepily, as Feyre left the room.

She stopped at Nesta and Cassian’s door, raising her hand to knock when she heard a quiet moan that had her covering her mouth to stifle a laugh.

She was still chuckling when she made her way back into the kitchen.

Rhys, Azriel, and Elain all looked at her and she shook her head. “I think we’ll be eating without Nesta and Cass.”

Rhys began to laugh while Azriel rolled his eyes and Elain blushed from where she was nursing Lannan in the corner. The kids were all in the living room, Livy and Lily having joined them, even if Lily had curled right back up on the couch and fallen back asleep.

“I don’t understand how she still has such a strong sex drive,” Elain said, quietly. She inclined her head towards Azriel. “I didn’t even want to look at his dick by the time I was 8 months with Lannan.”

The look on his face said that she was absolutely right and that her last pregnancy had been the longest 9 months of his life.

Rhys wrapped his arms around his wife, pressing a kiss to the back of her head. “Definitely didn’t stop us.”

Thorn and Luna came into the kitchen and she asked, “Didn’t stop you from what, Uncle Rhysie?”

Rhysand blinked as everyone looked to him. “From...playing together.”

“Oh,” Luna said, shrugging. “Come on, Thorn. I’ll teach you how to properly set the table.”

They went onto the back porch, where a giant picnic table sat, and Azriel laughed. “So neat and proper, just like her mother.”

Elain was watching her, fondly, through the window as Luna scolded Thorn about silverware placement.

“Playing together?” Feyre asked, leaning into Rhysand’s chest.

“Fucking is frowned upon,” he mumbled, licking the back of her neck, earning a swat in the chest.

“Now's not time to play,” she scolded, but her arms went around his neck anyway.

“Alright,” Azriel said, standing and effectively cutting the conversation off. “Dinner’s ready. Everyone grab a plate and a kid or two and let's eat.”

They called everyone in, helping the little ones make their plates and get settled before making their own and sitting around a large table with an umbrella. Lannan was once again strapped to Azriel’s chest while he helped the other kids and Elain couldn’t help but gaze at him longingly while he talked to their son and he giggled back.

She sighed and Feyre looked at her. “I want another one.”

Rhys choked on his burger. “Didn’t you just say you didn’t want his dick anywhere near you while you were pregnant?”

“Yes,” she blushed. “But I’m not pregnant anymore.”

Azriel caught her gaze from across the porch. “What?”

She just shook her head and continued to eat her hot dog.

Cassian and Nesta stepped onto the back porch and grabbed their plates.

“Have fun?” Feyre asked as Nesta plopped down next to her.

Nesta groaned. “The more it goes into me, the faster this baby gets out of me.”

Rhysand chuckled, taking a giant bite from his burger. Cassian looked quite smug as he stood by Azriel to eat, speaking to his brother.

“Daddy?” Lily asked from the kid’s table.

“Yes, Princess?”

“Can I have a posicle?” Her little voice stumbled over the word.

A multitude of voices repeated the question.

“Did you eat all of your vegetables?”

Silence answered him.

“I did!” John cried, raising his hand.

“Good job, buddy, you get whatever color you want,” Rhys said, picking him up and carrying him in the house.

“He’s totally lying,” Cassian said, mouthful, but Rhys and John were already inside.

Nesta rolled her eyes. “A quality he’s gotten from his father.”

Cassian winked before shoving another bite into his mouth. “Popsicles for everyone!”

The kids all dropped their food and ran inside after Rhys and John.

“Cassian,” Elain scolded, shaking her head.

Cassian just shrugged, finishing the last of his burger in one bite.

“We’re on vacation, babe,” Azriel said, sitting in Rhys’ vacant seat next to his wife. “A little extra sugar won’t kill them.”

“No,” she said, taking Lannan out of his carrier on Azriel’s chest and cradling him as he dozed. “But it may kill all of us.”

Nesta inhaled sharply and Cassian was on his knees in front of her before any of the others had time to react.

He pressed soft kisses to her belly and quietly spoke to it. Nesta sighed and ran a hand through his hair.

“The only way she’ll calm down and stop kicking me in the ribs,” she said, a glare to her round stomach, “is Cassian’s voice. It’s the sweetest thing, but damn it, if I don’t hate it.”

“I want another baby,” Elain said, for the second time that evening.

“Really?” Nesta blinked. “Me dying makes you want to be pregnant?”

Elain shrugged, rocking a sleeping Lannan.

Azriel was just staring at his wife, mouth hanging open. “He’s only 6 months old, El.”

She shrugged again. “And? Feyre had two at one time and they survived.”

She interjected and asked, “Hi, a friendly reminder that you both carry the twin gene, too. Do you want to tempt fate and end up with four kids instead of two?”

“I wouldn’t hate the idea.” She smiled at Azriel, who was gazing fondly at his wife and sleeping son.

“Okay,” he said, his mouth quirking to the side in a secret smile.

“Lock your door if you plan on starting tonight,” Cass said. “You’re in a house full of kids who barely know how to knock.”

Azriel huffed a laugh. ��Noted.”

“Uncle Cass!” Bennett ran out of the house, popsicle in hand. “Can we go on the boat? Please please please?” Three little heads were peeking out through the screen door, waiting for his answer.

Rhys sauntered his way out behind his son and leaned against the door frame.

Cass looked up at the setting sun. “No swimming tonight, it’s too late and everyone just ate, but we can definitely go out for a bit.” He hollered into the house. “Thorn! You done with your popsicle?” He stuck his head out and nodded, curls bouncing. He tossed his keys to him. “Go make sure we have ten life jackets on the boat, please. You know which cubbies they’re in?”

Thorn jogged past him and said, “Little kids are in the front, and ours are in the back!” The fact that he continued to try and lump himself in with the adults always made Cass smile. John tried to run past his father and follow Thorn. “Nuh-uh,” Cass said, scooping him up and throwing him over his shoulder. “You know the rules. You can't be on the boat without mommy or daddy.”

“But Thorn-!”

“Is four years older than you.” Nesta cut in. “He wasn’t allowed on the boat without us until last year.”

Regardless of his nap earlier, almost as if he knew what Nesta had claimed about a meltdown earlier, he started to cry.

“You need to go to bed?” Nesta asked, brow raised.

With an angry look, John shook his head, arms crossed.

“So we're going to have a good attitude on the boat?” Nesta asked.

John nodded.

He kept that look on his face the entire time they waited for everyone to gather, and as they walked down to the dock.

Nesta stayed with Elain and Lannan at the house. Feyre helped Bennett, Lily, and Livy into their life jackets, while Azriel helped Luna and John. Thorn, already in his, was helping Cassian get the boat ready to go out. Rhys was on the dock, ready to push them when Az said, “Hey, I think I’m actually going to hang back. Need to make sure Elain is, uh,” he cleared his throat. “Well, taken care of.”

Cass threw his head back and laughed. “No time like the present, is there?”

He stepped out of the boat, much to Luna’s dismay. “Daddy, noooo.” She began to cry and reach for him.

Before he could even turn around, Cassian had scooped her up, promising she could sit in his lap while he drove the boat. This began a litany if requests to drive.

With the attention off of him, Azriel threw a grateful look and clapped Rhys on the shoulder before running up to the house.

Elain was sitting on the couch, a sleeping Lannan against her chest as Nesta stared lovingly at a bottle of wine.

When Azriel opened the door, both of their heads snapped in his direction.

“What are you doing?” Elain whispered. “Don’t want to go for a ride?”

Azriel cleared his throat. When he didn’t say anything more, Nesta slowly rose to her swollen feet. “I know when to take a hint.”

She waddled over to Elain and reached for the baby. “Gimme.”

Elain was rubbing a gentle hand along his back. “He just fell back asleep and it’s been a while since he’s been changed. I don’t want you to have to-.”

“Okay, I had babies before you, not to mention the one that literally refuses to vacate the premises of my uterus right now. I know how to be a good auntie,” she said, taking Lannan and resting him on her belly. “I promise, I can handle changing him and putting him back to sleep while you two make another niece or nephew. I’m pregnant, not an invalid.”

And with that, Nesta was down the hall and shutting her door.

Az sat down on the couch next to her and put his arm around his wife. “You’re sure?” He asked. “Lannan is just now sleeping through the night.”

“I’m sure,” she said, leaning up to press a kiss to his stubbled cheek. “We Archeron girls like to keep everything in neat threes.” She winked at him.

With that, he kissed her and rolled on top of her.

They forgot all about the boat ride out on the lake.

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Thorn hopped onto the dock and caught the rope that Cassian tossed to him before expertly tying up the boat.

“He’s getting pretty good at that,” Feyre said, impressed.

“Sure is,” Cassian said, proudly.

“What do we get to do now, daddy?” Lillian asked, jumping into Rhysands arms.

“You get to go night night with your cousins,” Rhysand said, as if it was the most exciting thing on earth.

All the kids groaned and he put Lily down.

“Not me! I’m oldest,” Thorn beamed.

“Even you, bud,” Cassian said, turning off the boat engine.

Thorn pursed his lips, turned around, and stomped down the dock, heading for the house, while the rest of the kids played in the grass.

With a chuckle, Rhysand hopped onto the dock to tie up the front of the boat. “He certainly takes after his mother, doesn’t he?”

Cassian grinned. “He’ll be asleep first, too.”

Thorn ran back down the dock. “I thought you said Lannan would only eat from Aunt Elain until he could eat real food?”

Cass groaned. Of course, they were back to this. “He will, buddy. Then it’ll be solid food like you guys eat.”

“Oh okay.” He looked back towards the house. “So why is Uncle Az breastfeeding, too?”

Both Rhys and Cass froze and then Rhys took off down the dock and passed the kids. They took one look at him running and got up to chase him.

Cassian, taking advantage of one of their favorite games, yelled, “Uncle Cassian says, ‘Freeze, right now’!”

All but John stopped. “Jonathon David, I said ‘Freeze’!”

He stood absolutely still. Cassian looked at Thorn who still stood by him on the dock. “Don’t tell anyone what you just saw and you get to stay up for an extra 30 minutes and play Xbox when we get home. Especially not mom.”

He grinned, looking exactly like Cassian, when he said, “Deal.”

Rhys reached the porch and made a show of stomping up the wooden stairs. When the two figures on the couch didn’t stop, he cracked the sliding door, keeping his eyes wrenched shut and said, “Little eyes, Az! Little eyes!”

He heard them both curse, hurried steps, and then a door in the hallway slammed shut.

He looked back at the dock and gave Cassian a thumbs up.

Feyre, on the other hand, was howling.

Thorn went back to looking confused, and the other kids were still frozen on the lawn.

“Oh, UNFREEZE!” Cassian yelled. “Pajamas, teeth brushed, in your bedrooms!”

They all did as they were told, laughing hysterically from the joyous feeling of a boat ride and a game of “Uncle Cassian Says”.

“And Az is the smartest one in our group,” Cassian muttered, tightening the ropes before helping Feyre out of the boat.

“Are we partying after the kids go to bed?” She asked.

Cassian just grinned.

———

Azriel and Elain were in a sweaty heap in their bed, slowly kissing, just enjoying their time together. They’d heard the kids run in, Cauldron bless Rhys for giving them enough time to run into their own bedroom, and had listened as the house fell into a comfortable quiet, the only sound the hushed voices of their siblings in the living room and the occasional rumble of Cassian’s deep laughter.

“We didn’t tell Luna goodnight,” Elain murmured, Azriel pulling his lips away from hers only to trail them down her neck.

“I think she’ll be fine for one night, love,” he dragged his lips back up to hers, brushing his tongue against her lips.

There was a banging on their door. “Alright, you two, you’ve had enough playtime.”

“Go away, you prick,” Azriel called.

Cassian jiggled the doorknob in his hand and shook the door. “You’ve got 10 more minutes before I come in there and pull your naked ass out of there. And you, too, Azriel.”

They heard Nesta, Rhys, and Feyre laughing in the living room.

“You know he’s serious, right?” Azriel breathed in her ear.

“Oh, I have no doubt,” she said, kissing his cheek. “Go, I’ll be out in just a few minutes.” He raised his eyebrows and looked at her, a question on his face. She glanced down at her legs squeezed together tightly.

“Have you been doing that since I-?”

“Yes, yes, I have. I’m not wasting any of it. I want a baby, and I want it in exactly 9 months.”

Azriel gave her a fond smile before kissing her cheek and hopping out of bed. He tossed on a pair of shorts and a shirt before walking out into the hallway.

He made a stop at the end of the hallway, where the big kids were huddled together in sleeping bags on the floor, watching a movie.

“Daddy!” Luna whispered, smiling brightly. “I thought you weren’t going to say goodnight.”

“I’ll always say goodnight,” he promised, kissing her forehead. “Goodnight, my love.”

“Goodnight, daddy.”

“Goodnight, Uncle Az,” Bennett yawned.

Thorn was already snoring.

“Goodnight,” Azriel winked, ruffling Bennett’s dark hair.

He closed the door quietly behind him as he joined the others in the living room.

Feyre was smirking and Cassian raised his hand in a high five without even looking at him, keeping his eyes on the puzzle in front of him. Az chuckled as he slapped his hand and sat down next to Rhys. He handed him a shot of tequila and Azriel braced himself as he tossed it back.

“Did you knock my baby sister up again?”

He coughed and almost had to endure it coming out his nose as he looked over at Nesta, who hadn’t looked up from her book. “Excuse me?” He laughed.

“I just want to know if it was a success since I had to listen to ‘Fuck, Az, yes, Daddy, please!’ for 45 minutes.”

Her impression of Elain was spot on and the house erupted into laughter as Azriel’s face burned.

“What are we laughing about?” Elain asked as she tied her long hair up in a messy bun. She had put on a pair of leggings and one of Azriel’s t-shirts.

The laughter stopped abruptly before Feyre mumbled, “I didn’t know you called Az daddy.”

Elain’s cheeks were on fire as she turned on her heels and hurried into the kitchen. “I….need a drink.”

Rhysand chuckled, nipping at Feyre’s ear.

“Let’s play a game,” she suggested.

“What game?” Cassian asked, still not looking up from his puzzle.

Feyre shrugged. “I’ll go see what we have in the game cabinet.”

The second she opened the double doors, her eyes landed on the box and it was decided.

She dropped Twister on the coffee table, right on top of Cassian’s puzzle. He glanced up at her.

“If I wasn’t absolutely positive I’m about to kick your ass at this game, I’d be mad at you.”

“Gimme the spinner,” Nesta said, snapping her book shut and holding out her hand. Feyre handed it to her and stood up, spreading the mat out over the carpet.

Elain came out of the kitchen with a stack of shot glasses and a chilled bottle from the freezer. “Who wants a shot of Fireball?”

Rhys took the glass from her and narrowed his eyes at it. “Gods, what, are we in college again?”

He tossed it back and blew out a harsh breath. “Yep, tastes like regret!”

Elain threw a vulgar gesture his way which had Cassian howling. “Az, baby, will you go get the can of formula out of my bag? I want to make Lannan a bottle since I’m drinking tonight.”

Cassian muttered, “Don’t you mean, daddy?”

“Gods above,” he groaned, but made his way down the hall to their room.

“I’m gonna start calling you daddy,” Feyre said, winking at Rhys.

Rhysand lifted a brow that said he wouldn’t hate that idea.

“Nesta already calls me daddy,” Cassian said, grinning. The way he said ‘daddy’ was far too confident and provocative.

Nesta scoffed. “I do not. I call him many things in the bedroom, but never daddy.”

Elain sat down next to Nesta and she mumbled, “Don’t knock it til you try it.”

Rhys brought Elain two shot glasses full of tequila. “Drink up, Lainy. You’re about 6 drinks behind and we need to even the playing field for Twister.

She rolled her eyes, but did as she was told, shaking her head and laughing.

Cassian turned on some music quietly in the background and Azriel came back down the hall, shaking two full bottles.

“Thank you, daddy,” Elain giggled and he just sighed and shook his head as he made his way into the kitchen.

“Who got my wife drunk?” He called from the other room.

“That’d be me,” Rhys said, tossing a hand in the air.

He brought her a bottle of water and gave it to her, pressing a kiss to her head. “Thanks for that.” He poured himself another shot of Fireball before pointing at Nesta. “Let’s do this.”

She spun the dial and chaos ensued.

They didn’t hear the door as it squeaked open down the hall, didn’t hear the little footsteps as they snuck down the hall. He stood there, with his thumb in his mouth, clutching his blankie and said tearfully, “Da-daddyyyy.”

Cassian’s face was far too close to Azriel’s ass when he looked toward the doorway to see John standing there.

“What’s wrong, buddy?”

“I had a ba-bad dream,” he said, a tear sliding down his cheek.

Cassian stood, losing his place on the mat as he went to his 4-year-old and picked him up. “I’m sorry, bud. I’ll tuck you back in, okay?”

John nodded, lying his head on Cassian’s shoulder.

He took a detour, stopping in him and Nesta’s room to grab a stuffed animal out of the overnight bag they’d packed for the boys. John held onto it and Cassian tightly and he paused before leaving again, sitting on the edge of the bed and running a soothing hand over the back of his son’s head.

“I wanna sleep with you and mommy,” he said, voice already getting heavy with sleep again.

“Mommy and I aren’t going to bed yet, bud. Plus you’re getting to camp out with Bennett and Luna and have a sleepover. You love your Luna-Bug, don’t you?”

He only sniffled and nodded.

“You wanna tell daddy about your bad dream?”

He shrugged, gripping Cassian’s t-shirt tightly in his little fist.

Cassian took his blankie and tucked it around him.

“I think there’s a monster under Livy and Lily’s bed.”

He mock gasped. “A monster? I guess I better go tell it to hit the road, shouldn’t I?”

A quick nod and Cassian had John propped on his hip as he quietly slipped into the Little’s room. He could see that Olive and Lillian were fast asleep so he sat John on his bed and put his finger over his lips, telling him to be quiet. John nodded and watched as Cassian bent down by the girl’s bed. “Be careful, daddy,” he whispered, and Cassian’s heart felt like it would burst as he noted the true fear in his son’s voice. He trusted his daddy completely and he hoped he always would.

Cassian peeked under the bed and saw nothing but spare socks, long-forgotten toys, and dust bunnies, but he made a show out of whispering, “Listen here, Mr. Monster, I don’t know where you came from and I don’t care where you go, but you can’t stay here.” He heard John gasp and he tried his best not to chuckle. “What’s that? Oh, you were just passing through and didn’t plan on staying anyways? Well, that’s good. I appreciate you being so understanding. Have a good night.”

He turned and faced John again, who was staring wide-eyed. “See? It was just a misunderstanding. All gone now.”

He looked around the room. “All gone?”

He pressed a kiss to his curly head and tucked him in as he laid back down. “All gone, buddy. I love you.”

“Love you, daddy,” he yawned, clutching his blankie as tightly as he could.

Before Cassian was out the door, John was already sleeping soundly. He tiptoed back down the hall, peeking in on the other kids before he made his way back to the living room.

Azriel’s ass was straight in the air, his head nearly touching his knees as he stood between a howling Feyre and a giggling Elain.

Rhys was lying on the floor, apparently already having gotten out, and Nesta was still holding the spinner with her feet propped up on a footstool.

“Right hand, blue,” Nesta announced, catching sight of Cassian as he entered. “He okay?”

“Oh, yeah,” Cassian said, sitting on the armrest of the chair she was in. “Just needed his daddy to scare the monsters away.”

Nesta grinned as she spun again. “Good thing he has such a good daddy.”

“Elain has a good daddy, too,” Rhysand noted, words beginning to slur.

“Shut up,” Azriel laughed, head still in an awkward position.

“We’re never going to live that down, are we?” Elain asked with a heavy sigh, walking her right hand to the closest blue space. It just happened to be the same spot Feyre’s foot was on.

“Of course not,” she laughed. “You two gave me and Rhys shit for so long, it feels good to finally have something to make fun of you for.”

Elain scoffed and dug her finger into the arch of Feyre’s foot. She squealed in laughter and knocked the three of them down, into a sprawling heap on the mat. Azriel rolled away, sitting next to Rhys. They admired their wives, tangled in a giggling heap on the floor.

Rhys nudged him, his words becoming harder and harder to understand. “That’s a god damn Archeron sister wet dream right there.”

Feyre barked out a laugh and said, “Pig,” before she crawled away from her sister and straddled his waist, pushing him to lie back onto the floor.

Cassian lifted a brow. “I know the kids are asleep, but my eyes burn, too, watching the two of you make out, so-.”

Feyre pressed her lips to Rhys’.

“Apparently my words mean nothing,” Cassian finished.

Nesta chuckled. “It’s getting late, I’m pregnantly exhausted, and we have a big day of chasing kids tomorrow. I’m ready for bed.”

Cassian kissed her forehead. “All in bed before midnight. Not as young as we used to be, huh?”

“Kids add a few years,” Azriel mumbled, pulling Elain onto his lap on the floor. She nuzzled her face into the crook of his neck.

“If your canoodling worked this afternoon, you’ll have to add a few more years onto your life in nine months,” Rhys grinned, back still against the rug.

“Canoodling?” Nesta asked.

“Kids also expand your vocabulary of substitute words for fuck,” Feyre winked.

“We tell Luna we have to go do laundry,” Elain said, eyes already closed as she drew small circles on Azriel’s collarbone. She traced the swirling tattoo sticking out from his shirt.

“Luna hates laundry day,” Azriel smirked, rubbing a soothing hand up and down her back. “She has to stay in her room until we finish ‘folding clothes’.”

They all looked at Nesta and Cass, sitting on the arm of her chair. They glanced at each other. He shrugged. “We just tell them we’re having adult time and to go play Xbox. Boys are easy.”

Nesta smirked. “We’ve never been interrupted once.”

“Wish we could say that,” Feyre groaned.

Rhys just laughed and said, “When he was five, Bennett caught us fucking at, like, 4 in the morning once. We figured we were safe, so we were just going at it. No covers, nothing to hide under, absolutely nothing.”

Feyre covered her face and leaned down, burying it in Rhys’ chest. “He asked us why daddy was poking mommy with his pee pee for MONTHS.”

Everyone laughed at that, but no one harder than Cassian.

“What about you two?” Rhys asked, and smirked. “This afternoon notwithstanding.”

Elain blushed again and buried her face harder against Azriel’s neck.

“Yes, we’ve been caught before,” he laughed. “A few times actually.”

“Once by dad and then by Luna, too,” she said, her voice muffled.

“No!” Nesta yelled, laughing. “I need both stories. Now.”

“Well, your dad caught us before we were even married,” Azriel began, and Elain was already blushing. “He came over to bring Elain a box of her old things after we had just moved in together. Apparently, he doesn’t believe in knocking, because he opened the front door while I had Elain bent over the kitchen table.”

“Oh my god!” Feyre howled. “Why didn’t you ever tell us that?!”

“Because it’s horrible,” Elain said, face still buried in her husband’s neck.

“So that’s why you and dad didn’t talk for months,” Nesta said, nodding. “Huh.”

“I’d never seen him move so quickly. He dropped the box and hauled ass,” Azriel said, unable to control his own laughter as he took another shot that Cassian had handed him.

“Please tell me Luna caught you in a less compromising position,” Rhys said, humor in his violet eyes. “Or, at least in the dark.”

Before she answered, Elain reached for the tiny glass Cassian was holding for her and tossed it back. “It was in the hot tub. I still had my top on, so she couldn’t see anything through the bubbles from the jets but- Gods, I can't believe we’re talking about this.” She blushed and covered her face.

Azriel has a smug look on his face when he said, “She was riding me pretty hard and we were pretty focused on what we were doing. We didn’t even hear her come outside until she asked if she could have a pony ride on my knees next.”

The house erupted into laughter.

“She had been asleep for three hours and we didn’t have Lannan yet!” Elain cried, her head thrown back as she laughed. “We thought it was safe!”

Their laughter faded away into a joyful, comfortable silence. They had all grown up. Gotten married, had kids, but even so, they had all remained close. Friends. Family.

When Nesta began to doze off, Cassian rose to his feet, lifting her up in his arms. “I’m taking mama to bed.”

“Looks like Scarlett won’t be making her appearance tonight,” Rhys mumbled.

Cassian chuckled. “We’ll speed up the pregnancy again tomorrow,” he promised with a wink. “Goodnight.”

A chorus of goodnights rang throughout the room. When they heard Nesta and Cassian’s door click shut, Azriel ran a finger up Elain’s arm. “Ready for bed, baby?”

She was already half asleep on his chest but still managed to smirk as she whispered, “You put baby number 3 in the oven already. Don’t want to try for number 4?”

He chuckled and stood, pulling her with him. She looped her arms around his neck and hopped up, wrapping her legs around his waist. He huffed a laugh as his hands cupped her rear and held her up. There was nothing sexual in the way he held her, just love and support, as pure exhaustion was written on every inch of her.

“Goodnight,” she called, face buried in Azriel’s neck.

Feyre and Rhys laughed and told her goodnight.

“Night, guys,” Az said, carrying her down the back hall.

When it was just the two of them in the living room, Rhysand rolled his wife onto her back and hovered over her. “Seems we’re the only ones who didn’t get to engage in any canoodling today.”

She laughed, brushing his hair off of his forehead. “You seem to be forgetting about the hour-long shower we took before the kids got up this morning.”

“Oh, I could never forget anything that wicked mouth does to me.” He bit her bottom lip and tugged lightly. “I just meant out here. This is the first place we ever had sex.”

Feyre blushed at the memory. “You sure you aren’t just trying to get me to call you daddy?”

Rhys tipped his head back and laughed. He leaned his lips down and dragged them up the long column of her neck, pausing to suck and lick the tender skin. “I’ll be honest, I wouldn’t be opposed to you trying it out.”

She rolled her eyes. “Cocky bastard.”

She kissed him, long and slow, as the rest of the house grew completely silent.

#toab tacmc acotar 2nd gen #feysand #nessian #elreil #acotar 2nd gen #throne of ashes and beauty #tacmc #throne of ashes and beauty X tacmc collab #tag team prompts #tag team oneshot

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saiilorstars · 4 years

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Stinging

One Shot//Companion to The Beginning of Everything

**Fandom: **Doctor Who

Pairing: Female OC x 10th Doctor

(OC Face claim: Marjorie de Sousa)

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A/N: This literally happened because I got stung by a bee today at work and I would’ve really liked for there to be a Doctor around. I don’t even know if best actually affect Time Lords but we’re going to say they do in this world!

Summary: A serene trip turns ugly when a foul little creature makes its presence known.

"This is all lovely but don't you think we should allow Donna a chance to rest?" Renata's concern did nothing to persuade the Doctor to gather up their newest companion and return to the TARDIS.

"No, she's just fine," he reassured Renata and watched Donna walk up to a small bridge connecting the beautiful garden they were visiting.

"She hasn't slept in 2 days," Renata pointed out. "Correct me if I'm wrong but humans need to sleep everyday."

"Quite right, but you see when people first come aboard the TARDIS, they sort of run on the adrenaline for a few days. Even if I _did _tell Donna to take a nap, she wouldn't do it."

"But she really needs to sleep. It's not healthy. Her mind isn't as alert as she would be if she was getting a night's rest."

"Which is why I specifically chose this calm retreat for today," the Doctor gestured to the serene garden around them.

Renata could commend the Doctor for his subtle thinking. _He's done this so many times, _she reminded herself. He knew what he was doing when it came to the companions, _she _did not. "I'm sorry," she apologized a few minutes later.

The Doctor didn't seem very upset. He was smiling like he usually did. "I know how these first days go, Ren. I didn't want to bring Donna somewhere that could turn out to be dangerous. Actually, I think this is the perfect place to inspire Donna to take some rest. Wouldn't you agree?"

Renata only had to look around for two seconds before nodding her head. The garden was part of a luxurious retreat for people in need of serenity for whatever reason. There was no technology allowed for the visitors. Not even a television. The retreat was a nine-story building where the first five floors were dedicated to a treatment for the soul. The rest of the four floors were the guests' bedrooms. The only reason the Doctor's TARDIS had been accepted was because apparently, they owed him.

He had helped save the place at one point, Renata learned. She wasn't remotely surprised.

She honestly loved the garden. It was huge. It seemed almost endless. The grass was a mushy green that just begged for visitors to take off their shoes and let their feet feel the ground. Renata was tempted but that was just inappropriate (she firmly believed it). There were various areas that allowed visitors to have their own mini-gardens to tend to.

"Yeah, you're right. This place is lovely," Renata sighed with content. If only all their trips could be like this...

The Doctor would've died of boredom, she was sure. With a smile, she headed for the bridge that Donna had stopped by.

"Those fishes look like ghosts," Donna remarked when the Time Lady came to a stop beside her. Renata peered over the bridge to see white translucent fishes gliding through the water. Donna suddenly gasped, making Renata think something had happened in the one minute she'd gazed into the lake. "Do they have ghost fishes in space!?"

Renata's face fell flat at the question. She turned her head to the Doctor, making a gesture behind her. The Doctor had to laugh.

"Yeah, those questions happen too," he said, making Donna wonder if they were having some sort of freaky alien conversation in their heads. The Doctor did mention he had that ability and since he had it, Donna was sure that Renata had it as well.

"Donna," Renata turned to the ginger, "There are no such thing as 'ghost fishes'."

"Well," Donna folded her arms, huffing in embarrassment. "How was I supposed to know? I'm brand new at this!"

Renata playfully rolled her eyes. That was fair.

"So Donna, how do you like this place?" the Doctor moved to stand on Donna's other side, leaving her in the middle of the Time Lords.

"It's really nice," Donna nodded, forgetting all about her momentary mistake. "Although the whole 'no cellphones' thing could be revisited."

"The whole point of this place is for people to disconnect," the Doctor reminded her. "Sometime that's what everybody needs."

"Yeah, you ever disconnect from the world?"

Renata startled them with a snort. "What do you think happens when he starts rambling on to himself? Completely forgets anyone else is in the room."

Donna laughed. "Right!"

The Doctor shot Renata a mock-glare that the Time Lady didn't notice. She was busy watching the ghost fishes swim. "I like to talk a lot. Sue me."

"If I did sue you it wouldn't be for your mouth, it'd be for the ridiculous situations you get me into."

"Ah!" he groaned and looked away in exasperation.

"Don't start you two," Donna pointed two playing fingers at them. It was ridiculous how they could start bickering over the smallest of things...but it was also kind of funny sometimes.

"I didn't say anything -- AH!" Renata's hand slapped her right shoulder so hard that it made both Donna and the Doctor flinch. "What the hell was that!?"

"Did she just curse?" Donna blinked at the Time Lady, completely oblivious to Renata's clear distress over her shoulder. "I didn't know she did that!"

The Doctor had sprung into action and rushed to Renata's side. "What happened? Let me see!" Renata's hand was already moving off her shoulder when he pushed it away himself. "Oh..." There was a small orange bug sitting on her shoulder -- a part of its bottom stabbing her skin.

"Oh? What is that?" Renata gritted her teeth at the nasty creature.

"Uh, well...it's, um...sort of the equivalent of a bee..."

"A bee!? You mean those annoying buzzing yellow things Earth has!?"

"Uh, yes, that would be the one."

"This place has bees?" Donna started spinning around searching for more of the creatures in case they also wanted to sting.

"Doctor, this hurts! And why the hell is it orange!?" Renata wanted to pry the bee off her but the Doctor had shoved her hand away again.

"Y-y-you can't just yank it out, Ren!"

"It's stabbing me!" she snapped. "I think I can yank it out of I want to!"

"Well, yes, but, but--" he pointed a finger at her face, though he quickly pulled it away when she fixated a rather dark glare on him, "This isn't just a regular Earth bee. We need to get this out the right way or it might just release more poison into your system."

"Poison!?" Donna gasped in horror. "Is she going to be alright?"

"Ah, yes, completely harmless if we just take the bee out," the Doctor turned Renata around and started leading her off the bridge. "Not _yank _it out," he shot her a warning look for those hands of hers to stay on her sides. "Usually when a native bee here stings it'll just release a minor level of poison that just passes a few hours later."

"Yeah but it hurts," Renata complained and wanted so badly to rub her shoulder. "Like...it really hurts."

"I know, I know, I'll get it out. I promise," the Doctor quickened their pace to get to the TARDIS. "Donna, you can stay out here if you'd like."

"No way!" the ginger called behind them. She was literally right behind them. "I'm not getting stung by alien bees! I think I'll just visit a garden inside the TARDIS."

"Have it your way," the Doctor said distractedly. He wasn't paying attention to her because Renata was starting to whimper the more she continued to look at the bee still embedded in her skin. "You'll be fine," he took her hand and soothingly ran his fingers over the back of it.

"I should just let you know I'm kind of afraid of bugs. That could be it too," she confessed with a wrinkled nose. Her head turned in the opposite direction after catching the bee's wings still fluttering.

"I promise you that you'll be fine," the Doctor said just as they reached the TARDIS. He brought them inside and after taking them off the retreat, he took Renata for the medbay.

Donna had gone off to the garden she talked about but the Doctor might have caught her yawning.

"Just my luck, I get stung by a stupid bee!" Renata huffed when she was able to sit down on the medical bed. "And it hurts so much! Why does it hurt so much!?"

"This is a different type of bee than the ones you got used to on Earth," the Doctor came over with a few tools that Renata wasn't precisely fond of. "It's body is a bit denser than Earth bees."

"Just get it out, please," Renata's hand reached for her shoulder but the Doctor caught it before she could touch it. "Sorry..."

The Doctor smiled softly at her. "Don't worry about it. Just relax, okay? I got you." Renata felt herself flush with that look of his. Of course he had her. I'm completely under your charm, that's what you got, she silently thought.

"Okay, now this is a fairly simple procedure but it might pinch a little," the Doctor warned her as he neared her shoulder with a tool that resembled a tweezer.

"What-what are you going to do?" she eyed the tool wearily.

"Just going to take the bee out."

"Is it going to try and fly afterwards!?"

"Nah, just like Earth bees once I get this one it's just going to die without its stinger."

"Good," Renata pouted, an action she hardly did which was why the Doctor was so amused with her for a second. She stopped being that proper Time Lady to be a scared girl. It was quite a sight.

"Right, just, uh...I don't know, close your eyes if you'd like?" he watched her nod and nervously shut her eyes. "You'll be fine," he whispered encouragingly. He put one of his hands on the edge of her shoulder while his other hand went for the bloody bee. He felt her body flinch when the tweezer started pulling the bee out. It was actually a bit of a bigger bee, much to her luck, but he wouldn't tell her that. "You're doing good, Ren," he told her.

"It hurts..." her face scrunched harder.

"I know, just hang on for another minute." He purposely rubbed her shoulder with his free hand, hoping to soothe her until the bee was completely out. "There you are," he grinned, not that Renata saw it considering she still had her eyes shut. "It's all out! I even got the stinger in one go!"

But Renata still wouldn't open her eyes.

"Renée, you can open your eyes now. I've got the bee."

It was still a struggle to open her eyes completely so she just cracked one open. She yelped when she saw that he was still holding the bee in his tweezer. "Get it away from me!" she swatted her hands in front of him.

The Doctor chuckled. "Alright, alright." He turned away and took the bee with him.

Renata checked her shoulder and saw there was an ugly red blotch marking her skin now. There was a slight swelling in the middle, making it more prominent with its whiter shade. And then she saw the hole it left behind. Granted it was tiny but it was still a hole in her skin.

"Renée?" the Doctor saw the tears filling her eyes. "What's the matter?"

"Would it be too childish to say it still hurts?"

"Oh Renata, you're fine," the Doctor would've chuckled had she not been so scared. Instead, he took her into a soft hug.

"You must think I'm ridiculous, huh?" Renata sniffed. She hadn't really hugged him but she would never mind getting a hug from him. He still hugged like his first incarnation. "Time Lady gets taken down a by a stupid bee."

"I think we all have our fears," the Doctor said, completely calm. He rubbed her back and might have dropped a kiss to the top of her hair. She blushed and for that matter she kept the hug going for a bit longer until it faded. "Now how's about I clean it up and then we do some dinner?"

"Okay," she sniffed and pulled away.

He picked up an old fashion wet cloth and gently dabbed the affected skin. "It did swell a bit but nothing an ice pack can't take care of."

"Just my luck," she sighed.

"You're going to be fine," he promised her yet again. He traded the wet cloth for an ice pack that he then pressed against her skin. Renata flinched at the contact of the coldness but she allowed it to stay on her skin until it started soothing the bump. "There we go!" the Doctor brought one of Renata's hand to keep the ice pack in place. "Leave that on for about 15 minutes and we're back in business!"

Renata looked at him with a growing smile until it became a small laugh. "Thank you, Doctor. How much do I owe you?"

"One dinner," he laughed with her.

"Right, I'll get on that then," she moved to get off the bed but he gently held her arm to keep her sitting.

"No, no, I meant have one dinner with me," he clarified and though Renata knew he meant just one of their regular dinners they had each night, she still blushed. "But I'm helping you make it," he warned. "After all, you've got an injured shoulder."

"Please," she scoffed. "I'm being a big baby, that's what. Thanks for sticking through, though."

"Always," he gave her another hug and after a few moments he told her they would never go back to that retreat again.

She didn't like bees, so he would make sure to keep them far away from her.

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lifeofclonewars · 4 years

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Dives, Hecko, and Vex

Read it on AO3 Here

I already posted the link to this and decided, hey, why not post the whole thing on here as well? Enjoy!

Summary: "Yes, sir. Sorry, sir."

To his right, his ARC troopers walked, where he could keep an eye on them. Not that he didn’t trust Fives and Echo. It was just— Well, to put it simply, they were bored, and when the duo got bored they tended to do...interesting things to cure it.

So far, the two had twirled every time they saw one of the native avian species, attempted to parkour their way over sections of the underbrush, attempted to find a certain amount of whatever they picked to spell out their own and other members of Torrent Company’s CT numbers, attempted to make up songs about anything and everything, and probably a few other things Rex hadn’t caught.

Currently, they had taken to playing catch with a giant stick Fives had come across on their last break.At least they hadn’t resorted to stepping in each puddle they came across. Yet.

In which Fives goes for a dive, Echo joins the "HECK" squad, and Rex is vexed by Torrent Company.

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The air was hot and humid, even through helmet filtering. Everywhere was green and brown, from the mud and bushes afoot to the animals in the trees above. The 501st was easily picked out from their surroundings, the blue and white of their armor showing what the leaf coverage could not. Sunshine filtered through the abundant trees, somehow adding to the heat even through layers of leaves and branches. Looking up, the clouds weren’t visible due to said layers, but surely they were there. It had rained the night before, ending just as they started marching again and, if the smell of ozone said anything, they would be expecting more rain sooner rather than later.

The 501st was on yet another campaign, marching their way through an endless forest, trying to cut off another faction of droids. Five days ago had been the first battle, two days ago a second. They still had yet to encounter Grievous but, with their luck, they’d run into him at this next one. Either way, it was due to happen.

Mixed in with the underbrush and mud was a collection of groundwater. Spread across the landscape at odd intervals, lakes, ponds, and brooks glistened in the sunlight. Some appeared rather large, though whether that was from rain overflow or not was unclear. In addition to these, puddles were strewed across the path, making for even more mud and unclean boots.

Already, the legion had marched klicks on klicks, minimal stops for rest being taken. They’d started at the break of dawn and, while the sun wasn’t visible, it surely had to be high in the sky by then.

Rex walked along with Torrent Company, leading the way and following the path the scouts had taken. Chatter among the troopers ebbed and flowed amongst the clusters. While they had started out marching in lines, the further they got, the more relaxed the lines became. The droids were approximately a full day out, so he allowed it for the boost of morale it brought.

“Where’s the General, again?” someone behind him asked.

Rex sighed. “He and the Commander are further back in the troops to check supplies among other things, just like the first few times it was mentioned.”

“Yes, sir. Sorry, sir.”

At least they hadn’t resorted to stepping in each puddle they came across. Yet.

Rex took a deep breath, hoping Kix was close enough if their shenanigans nosedived, literally or figuratively. Force knew it was bound to happen soon.

Almost as if on cue, the stick broke. “Aw, man,” came two disappointed grumbles.

“Wait.” Leave it to Fives to figure something else out. “No, this is still good. We can work on our reflexes better since there’s two of them to catch and throw now.”

“Ah, yes,” Echo agreed. “This is a great way to train and make sure we’re still qualified to be ARC Troopers.”

Rex decided to continue to ignore them as best he could. If he didn’t see it, he didn’t have to deal with it. Even if he was their ori’vod and CO. He’d only get involved when Kix needed to as well.

The further they walked, the more ways Echo and Fives came up to toss the sticks. Both at once. Each tossing one at the same time. Front to back, back to front. In the middle of their twirls. Great. Now they were mixing in all the previous things they’d done with the two sticks. Try as he might, they were hard to ignore.

Rex’s comm beeped. Preparing for whatever news the scouts brought, he paused, then answered. “This is Captain Rex.”

“Captain, this is Zeck. You’ve got incoming. We’re not entirely sure what it is, just that it’s expected to land about where you will be when it does land in about 10 minutes.”

Rex’s eyebrows furrowed. “Is it from the Seppies?”

“We can’t tell, sir,” Zeck replied.

“And why is that?” A pain behind his temple made itself present; Rex needed a nap. Or some caf. Maybe a stim. The stim was more accessible with all the walking they were doing.

Zeck hesitated, a squawk of something from his comm filtering through. Rex couldn’t tell if it came from a vod or not. “It’s moving too fast for us to be able to tell, sir. We were barely able to calculate it’s landing zone, and, given how far behind us the legion is and how fast you are moving, it should land near you. Sorry, sir.”

Another deep breath. “Alright, I’ll make sure we keep an eye open. I’m guessing you guys are far enough out now to start to look for a resting spot for the night.”

“Yes, sir.” The comm turned off after the affirmation.

Sure enough, 8 minutes later, a soft whirring slowly faded in, scarcely heard over the footsteps and rustling. Within a minute, it was loud enough to cut off some conversations and draw attention.

Soon enough, it broke the treeline. The opening made from it brought more sunlight through, brightening a section of the forest floor more. With the aid of his rangefinder, the captain was able to finally identify the object.

It was a kriffing lightsaber. More accurately, Skywalker’s kriffing lightsaber.

Zeck had been right; the lightsaber plunged into a lake just to the right of where the troops began to pass.

“I got it!”

In an instant, Fives was gone, a splash of water the only mark of where he’d disappeared. Rex stopped walking, offhandedly noticing some of the men around him also halting. Fives could swim, so, as long as he popped up soon, nobody would need to follow him. While they waited, a gentle breeze floated through, rustling the leaves ever so slightly.

Another splash and Fives surfaced. “See? I got it!” he exclaimed, waving his hand, now occupied by the saber.

Fives pulled himself out of the water, armor now dripping. He was lucky he himself wouldn’t get wet but slippery armor was not ideal, battlefield or not.

“What the heck, Fives!” Echo exclaimed, grabbing his fellow ARC by the shoulders. A flash of Cody saying the same thing back to him on Rishi crossed Rex’s mind. A sigh escaped him before he could stop it.

Fives glanced behind Echo and Rex could feel the smirk through their buckets. “Don’t worry, Captain. I’m fine. Plus, I was able to grab the General’s saber.

Rex just shook his head. “Jus’ keep walking and don’t slip.”

“Mmh, but this is Fives, sir,” Echo stated, giving Fives a nudge so they could continue to walk together. “I’m not sure if he’s ever been capable of that.”

Fives snorted. “Excuse you, I’m very capable of not slippi—” Down he went, wet shoe having connected with some mud. “I stand corrected.”

Echo put his hands on his hips, standing over the other ARC. “Hurry up and stand up, that’d be great, thanks.”

Fives pulled himself up, seeing as Echo’s hands stayed resolutely on his hips and not offered to him. “Great, now I have mud all over my armor,” he complained, unsuccessfully trying to wipe mud clumps off his chest plate. All it did was transfer the clumps to his glove and smear what didn’t transfer across his chest.

“That’s what you get for jumping into a lake,” Rex remarked.

“I’m gonna have to clean it off. Ewwww.” Fives’ face wasn’t visible but Rex could tell his nose was likely scrunched up, brushing off his comment.

It was times like these that Rex questioned why he decided to train ARC Troopers. Granted, tomorrow Echo and Fives were probably going to pull off something to remind him. But at the moment—

His comm beeped; it was one of the scouts, but noticeably not Zeck this time. He flicked it on.

“Captain, we found a good place to stop for the night.”

“And?” he prompted, feeling there had to be something else.

“Uh, sir, well... How do I put this? Zeck got stuck in a tree, Focus is stuck waist-deep in some mud, and also, I think there are some angry locals on the horizon.”

The first half of this campaign had felt long. If today proved anything, it was that the second half was going to be just as long, if not longer. Rex couldn’t wait to get back on the Resolute and just take a nap. But first, he needed to deal with his scouts, get the laser sword back from Fives and to Skywalker, and make sure he didn’t jump into any more lakes. Unfortunately, the former two were far easier than the latter.

Yeah, he needed a nap.

Thank you for reading!

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agentbarton12 · 5 years

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Remember Me (In the Morning Light)

A/N: here is my fantasy!spideychelle contribution for day two :). this was supposed to continue, but this was already so long. let me know if i should do a part 2!

WARNINGS: none.

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Honestly, wizards suck.

Like, they think that just because they can cast spells, and make random stuff apear out of thin air that they’re “superior” or something, and Michelle was having none of it.

No one asked them to be gifted and whatnot, so why did they have to shove it down everyone else’s throats?

It didn’t help that almost Michelle’s entire family was made up of magical beings. Her father, the king, was a mage. Her mother, a witch. All her siblings were younger than her and had yet to find out what they were.

As Princess of Queensland, Michelle got a lot of perks. Free anything in the markets (although she insisted she pay), all the food in the nine realms, spells and potions—it was all pretty neat.

The only downside of all this was the fact that she was a princess. And somebody somewhere decided that princesses by nature have to have a hard time.

Which is why she’s cursed.

That and the stupid wizard that cast the spell.

According to old laws, every princess of every kingdom in all the realms had to be cursed, locked in a tower, half-dead or, put simply, in a position for princes to “save them”. Apparently it builds their courage and bravery, performing an act of heroism like that.

But, the thing is, Michelle curse is just the worst.

Like, she would have prefered to be asleep for the rest of her life until her ‘true love’ came and saved her like her friend, Princess Elizabeth of Brant House. (Lucky for her, her prince was her best friend and she was only asleep for a week before Prince Ned kissed her. Michelle wishes she could be so lucky.)

The worst part about Michelle’s curse, is that she has no idea what it is.

All she does know, is that on her twelfth brithday, every sunset (very original), she falls asleep and wakes up somewhere else and stays there until the next sunrise. The only way to end this cycle is to have her true love present himself when she’s a princess and when she’s a...whatever she is during at night, and for her to recognise him.

And to make things even more interesting, she never remembers what happened during the evening when she’s back to herself.

Also add to the fact that she has no true love and you get yourself the worst. Curse. Ever.

So, Princess Michelle tries her hardest to do everything in the short space of time before she falls asleep.

This tends to be difficult, because the curse does not care what she is doing before kicking in.

(Once, she was swimming in the Enchanted Lake with one of her ladies-in-waiting, and as the last hue of orange was cast, she promptly fell asleep in the middle of the water. It gave her father quite the scare.)

Today, Michelle went out to spend time with Betty and Princess Liz of Allen House in the villages. They didn’t spend much time out because they were aware of Michelle’s curse. Hell, the whole kingdom knew about it.

After a fun afternoon with her friends, Princess Michelle retreated to her chambers where she got comfortable and and awaited the inevitable sleep that would wash over her.

In that moment, Michelle learned that just because you know something is coming, does not make you any more ready for it.

••

The first time the princess woke—or as she prefers to be called around him, MJ—up in his workplace, Peter was not the least bit decent.

He had stripped his shirt since it was dripping with sweat and making it very uncomfortable to work. His back was to her, so he did not notice her until she let out a slight shriek of surprise.

“What are you doing here? Who are you?” a younger, smaller Peter asked as he reached for his shirt and held it up in front of him. Her cry had caused him to jump in surprise and knock over the cauldron he was working on.

She sputtered, eyes wide, looking almost as lost and confused as Peter felt, and he softened. He offered her food and water, to which she accepted gratefully and it was then that realisation struck Peter. This was the princess. The princess of Peter’s home was in his workplace. But, if you had looked from far, you would never have noticed. She was dressed in commoners clothes; a simple dress, and workers boots.

“Where am I?” the princess asked. Peter knew about the curse. The whole kingdom knew about the curse and Peter figures that Princess Michelle’s must have started now.

Peter shrugged. “My workshop. My uncle gave it to me,” Peter admitted with a swell of pride. He was missing a tooth. The princess smiled.

He realised that, technically, she was not a princess at the moment and be needed to know what to call her. “I’m Peter,” he greeted, sticking his hand out.

She just stared at his hand and for a second, Peter thought he had just broken some royal rule, before she shook it and said, “MJ. I want to be called MJ.”

Now, when MJ wakes up, Peter is not the least bit surprised. He set up a little corner with a mattress and a few blankets so that when she arrives, she’s comfortable.

He stood over his workbench welding a piece of armour for his mentor, Tony Stark—the best blacksmith in the realm. MJ does not announce her presence, instead opting to watch Peter work.

It was a fascinating thing to watch.

Although Peter was a warlock—not a wizard, there’s a difference. At least according to Peter—he prefered building things with his hands. And MJ wasn’t complaining.

When she approached creepy level staring, MJ stood up and stretched, alerting Peter of her presence.

He turned around and a large smile spread across his face. “You’re here.”

MJ grinned. “When am I not?”

Every day, Peter wanted to say, but he couldn’t. Because to her, it wasn’t true. MJ wasn’t a princess. MJ was not cursed. MJ believed she was Peter’s best friend and spent every waking moment with him and Peter wasn’t going to be the one to tell her otherwise.

So, Peter jokingly says, “Oh, right, you never leave.”

MJ rolled her eyes. “Shut up, Parker, you love it when I’m here. I add value to your life.”

“Nuh-uh,” Peter shakes his head, “my job adds value to my life.”

“Right,” MJ drawled. “What’s it like being a wizard? You must be really popular with the children.” She moved to the table and leaned on her elbows on it.

“Funny, really funny. Have you ever considered being a jester?” She snorted. “And I’m a warlock, not a wizard. And it’s not my job.”

“What’s the difference?” MJ shrugged.

“Warlocks are cooler and far more superior to wizrads. They have better powers and get cool outfits. Have I mentioned that warlocks are cooler?”

“You have, it just confuses me how you’re one.” Peter glared at her and splashed water at her that he conjured from thin air. MJ laughed.

MJ hovered around Peter as he worked on the armour, handing him things he needed. Her work was not that important as she was completely out of her depth when it came to building.

When she gave Peter a tool, she accidentally lowered her onto a scolding hot piece of metal. MJ jerked her hand away immediately and cried out in pain.

Peter dropped what he was doing and hurriedly grabbed her hand and conjured water and poured it over her palm where she was burnt.

MJ squirmed in his hold, but he made sure to keep it firm, all while not hurting her too much. After cooling it, he dried it and began to wrap it. “Does it still hurt?”

She retracted her hand slightly as he added pressure and winced. “No,” she lied. Peter looked up at her with an unimpressed look and his eyebrows creased together. MJ stared back at him. Something fluttered around in his chest and Peter looked away quickly, returning back to the task.

MJ’s eyes never left his face.

When he finished and looked up, he noticed how close they were to each other. She was almost practically sitting in his lap. Peter’s heart pounded against his chest and he worried MJ could hear it.

Peter was in love with MJ.

He knew this. He really did.

But there was nothing he could do about it. Would actually.

Princess Michelle was destined to fall in love with a prince who could and would save her from her curse. And even though MJ wasn’t technically the princess, technically, she was. And pursuing anything wouldn’t be fair. On the faceless prince that would one day marry her, on her herself, and on Peter. When MJ would leave again. For good.

It is because of this that Peter clears his throat and moves back a little. “All better now.”

Numbly, MJ nods. “Thanks.”

The rest of evening passes with Aunt May coming to call them into the house for dinner. MJ shot Peter looks all throughout the meal and Peter ignored them.

When it was nearing the time MJ had to leave, she went back to her spot and curled herself on the mattress facing the wall, her back to Peter.

The action broke his heart a little. They always talked to each other until sunrise.

“Hey, Em. Can I draw on your hand? The bandaged one?”

Peter expected her to ignore him and pull the blankets over her head, so when she held out her arm for him, he was surprised. She kept her back to him, though.

Peter was no artist. He left that to MJ. She drew littles images of him on pieces of partchment she found lying around. His finished product is nothing to celebrate, but Peter is very proud of it.

He gives MJ her arm back and pulls the blankets up to her shoulders.

“See you tomorrow.”

••

When Michelle awoke, her left arm instinctively reached for her right. It was covered in cloth; a bandage.

She sat up and held her hand up in front of her face. There were drawings covering the bandage. Hearts and circles, little lines and arrows adorned the cloth with bright colours. On the palm of her hand, was what caught her attention.

She didn’t know an MJ. She wasn’t an MJ. So, what was it and who put it there?

After getting up, Michelle decided that it was far to early to ponder anything and took a nap.

During the day, she went out with her younger brother Miles to have lunch with a dutchess or countess about betrothal or something dull like that.

It was not Lady Gwen’s for her complete disinterest in the conversation. No, no, the princess blamed her bandaged hand (and the old men that thought having their daughters strive to be married off to continue their bloodline purely for monarchy sake instead of achieving something worthwhile was a good idea). Her mind was simply elsewhere.

Where did I get this? How was I injured? Who drew on me? Who is MJ? Am I MJ? These thoughts elicited an unwarranted gasp from the princess. She apologised profusely before excusing herself.

She wandered around the streets aimlessly, trying to calm her racing mind to no avail. She passed street vendors and purchased some candy for Miles as an apology for abandoning him.

While walking, a young man around her age yet significantly shorter, bumped into her.

“I am so...sorry.” He stopped moving all together as his eyes found hers and they looked strikingly familiar.

“It is perfectly alright. I didn’t see you either.”

The man merely nodded, shock evident on his face and said nothing. His eyes trailed down to her bandaged hand and widened. Then, he turned on his heel and walked away abruptly.

Michelle tried not to think too much about the interaction. Lots of people get flustered around her, it was normal.

But this turned out to be a fairly difficult task when Michelle laid down, ready to fall asleep, at sunset and nothing happened.

She stayed in her room and the sun went down and Michelle was awake to see it for the first time in nine years.

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