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heavyhitterheaux · 11 months

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Soft Launch

Requested by the cutie @jackslilsecrett 😘

AN: 🥰🥰

Synopsis: You're in the music industry and have been secretly dating Jack for close to a year. Now he wants to let the world know about you and how amazing his girlfriend is

Pairing: Jack Harlow x Reader

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“Jack, will you stop it?!” You annoyingly asked your boyfriend of ten months who was currently drumming on your ass and making beats as you were trying to look over a script for a new movie that you would be starring in. Shooting wouldn’t begin for a while, but your manager thought that the role would be perfect for you.

“I’m bored. Are you almost done?!”

“Baby, I literally just started reading this ten minutes ago. I am nowhere near done.”

“Well, how much longer?” Jack whined while continuing to make beats, but soon stopped and just laid his head on you.

“I’m not sure, I don’t want to give you a specific time and then if I’m not done, you’ll blow a fuse.”

“I haven’t seen you in almost a damn month so yeah I’m about to blow a fuse. And I thought we both agreed not to do anything work related today?”

“I know but…”

All you did was look at him since he was now pouting and put the script face down on the dresser to give him your undivided attention.

“You are such a big baby.” You breathed out as you flipped over and opened your arms wide for him to come closer to you.

“Only yours though, so don’t get it twisted.” He answered as he laid his head on your chest and you began to play in his curls.

“Oh, I wanted to tell you something.”

“Of course, I’m all ears.” You replied while grabbing the remote to the television and turning it on Hulu to catch the latest episode of the Goosebumps reboot. You had been fascinated with the stories ever since you were a child and was excited to see them come to life on the screen.

“I’m having my Halloween party this year on the Saturday before it. You aren’t doing anything that weekend, right?”

“No, I should be free.” You answered while looking down at Jack who looked as if he wanted to say something else.

“Babe? Is there something else?”

“Um, what if we went together? To the party I mean?”

“Like…. As a couple?”

“Well, yeah. We are actually a couple so why not? I mean no one really knows about us besides like two people. But if you’re not ready, then that’s okay. It was just a thought I had. I want to be able to show my girl off to the world.”

You were quiet for a few minutes, going over different scenarios in your head when Jack looked at you curiously knowing that you were deep in thought.

“Baby?”

“I’m just thinking, that’s all. It’s just… if we do this we can’t take it back.”

“True.”

“And I liked having you all to myself.”

“And you’ll still have me to yourself. I’m not going anywhere, I’m yours and you’re mine.” He answered as he reached up to kiss you.

“Let’s do it then.”

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jackharlow: Harloween '23

lilnasx: SOFT LAUNCH ANYONE?! ABOUT DAMN TIME! y/nthesongstressupdates: oh. this is interesting..... druski2funny: sooooo..... when she's not singing, jack is clapping her cheeks. confirmed. mariahthescientist: DRUSKI, PLEASE urbanwyatt: 👀👀👀👀 jackharlowsource: THESE HALLOWEEN COSTUMES ATE! sza: OKAY WOLVERINE AND STORM! COME THRUUUUUUU druski2funny: now jack and y/n see us up here in this comment section and just want to ignore us. ARE YALL TOGETHER OR NOT? urbanwyatt spill it since you know everything mariahthescientist: and the winner for best halloween costume is!!!! urbanwyatt: druski2funny what makes you think I know?!?! druski2funny: urbanwyatt don't ask dumb questions, give us the details urbanwyatt: ask them yourself druski2funny!

jackharlowdaily: so no one saw this coming from a mile away? they've been dropping hints for a while lol lilnasx: I'll stay quiet for now, but give me my credit where credit is due! jackharlowsource: Nas knows something and he needs to spill it and spill it NOW y/nthesongstress: jackharlow damn, we kinda ate this pic huh? jackharlow: y/nthesongstress you always make me look good 😏 y/nthesongstressupdates: well how long has she been making you look good for jackman? don't leave us hanging!

y/nthesongstress added to their story

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y/nthesongstress: you can't get this thickness outta your mind 😜

jackharlow: definitely can't and I'm going to need my own private show 😍 lilnasx: yall nasty smh victoriamonet: jack has always been a groupie for y/n lol y/nthesongstressupdates: okay so we need details! how did yall meet? how long have yall been together? is it really as big as they say it is? jackharlowsource: y/nthesongstressupdates asking the real questions over here lol y/nthesongstress: lilnasx shouldn't have introduced us to each other then lol dojacat: damn mamas 😍😍😍😍 lilnasx: now I'm just the third wheel in that relationship. jackharlow I thought that it was me and you until the end of time? jackharlow: lilnasx and then y/n came along lol and you got pushed to the side urbanwyatt: lilnasx don't feel bad, he's forgotten about me too jackharlow: urbanwyatt LIES we just went to dinner LAST NIGHT urbanwyatt: jackharlow and you facetimed y/n for more than half of it y/nthesongstress: urbanwyatt omg Urby, I'll make it up to you, promise! I just wanted company on my ride home from the studio urbanwyatt: y/nthesongstress just buy me weed and we can call it even

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y/nthesongstressupdates: I guess they've been dropping hints for a minute 😭

jackharlowsource: I just think it's so cute how lilnasx introduced them. him and y/n have been friends forever jackharlowdaily: come to think of it, any public event or award show they would always be sitting near each other lol lilnasx: and also making googly eyes at each other and making me sick smh y/nthesongstress: lilnasx you love it so shut up. I'll make sure you don't catch the bouquet with that attitude. mariahthescientist: I'm making sure that I'm going to be the one to catch it jackharlow: he's just jealous because I stopped making googly eyes at him and started looking at y/n druski2funny: y/n would have been better off dating me y/nthesongstress: now druski..... don't make me hurt your feelings urbanwyatt: lmaoooooo druski2funny: we could have done amazing things together y/n jackharlow: druski2funny don't make me kick your ass lilnasx: y/nthesongstress mani pedi date and it's your turn to pay jackharlow: oohhh mani pedi? count me in! lilnasx: andddd third wheeling again 😭

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y/nthesongstress: I got the cutest dinner date 😍

druski2funny: I mean he's okay, he not alladat 🙃 lilnasx: and here his hating ass goes jackharlow: druski2funny will you give it up already?!? druski2funny: *insert bugs bunny meme* NO jackharlow: anyway 🙄 jackharlow: y/nthesongstress as long as I get to have you for dessert teyanataylor: can the two of you not keep your hands off each other for five minutes? jackharlow: teyanataylor no y/nthesongstress: teyanataylor no 2forwoyne: make sure yall bring me back any leftovers urbanwyatt: 2forwoyne I already called dibs, get in line y/nthesongstress: does yall best friend not feed yall? 2forwoyne: no urbanwyatt: no quiiso: no shloob_: no yungskylark: no jackharlow: now why are all of yall up here lying? 2forwoyne: y/nthesongstress your boyfriend hasn't fed me since the beginning of the CHTKMY tour jackharlow: 2forwoyne NOW....... y/nthesongstress: 😭😭😭😭😭

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jackharlow: mesmerized every time I watch her. On and off the stage 😜

lilnasx: just like I said, NASTY. But my girl ATE though! get it baby! y/nthesongstressupdates: imma need her to sit on me jackharlow: me first y/nthesongstress: jackharlow you need to behave lol can't take you anywhere urbanwyatt: y/nthesongstress it's only going to get worse from here on out, I can feel it. it all started with him forgetting to feed us jackharlow: urbanwyatt yall are grown ass adults who can feed yourselves! and y/nthesongstress it's not my fault that you look so good all the time y/nthesongstress: urbanwyatt don't worry urby, I got your back. all of you can come over for dinner tonight and jack is paying jackharlow: WHAAAAT?! we were supposed to have a night in with JUST US 2forwoyne: pulling up in an hour yungskylark: someone come get me! jackharlow: not her volunteering me to feed the entire Kentucky army jackharlowsource: NOT HIM CALLING THEM THE KENTUCKY ARMY jackharlow: not about to have any food in my house smh y/nthesongstress: jackharlow oh, but you'll have plenty of food baby 😏😉 urbanwyatt: I..... please not in front of my salad jackharlow: y/nthesongstress OH, well I'm ready and urbanwyatt seriously? lilnasx: all I know is that I better be the first one to get a wedding invite and I want it hand delivered to me for putting up with all this lovey dovey shit

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reiashiftsrealities · 5 months

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shifting storytime <3

So sorry for the wait but IM FINALLY POSTING IT LETS GOOOO. So excited to share this experience with you all and I actually am tweaking from how much I want to go back. Also this is NOT proofread I apologize for any mistakes 🫶

DR: Hunger Games

How long was the shift: A week, give or take.

Method: Gaslighting Method (my own)

So in this DR, my name is Loralei Walker, and I’m from District 3. I think I said at least the district already but I’m reiterating. I’m going to be dating Peeta eventually but I didn’t meet him this shift. Finnick, Johanna, and Evangeline (friend I scripted in) are the people i’m closest to.

OH MY GOD okay so when I shifted, I woke up in my room with Chewy curled up in my lap. It like actually scared the living shit out of me so I shot straight up which caused him to nip my leg (granted I did like throw him upwards).

He’s so adorable ☹️☹️. He follows me around EVERYWHERE. He even followed me to the reaping ☹️. I scripted that I can take him to the Capitol cause he’s an emotional support animal, but it’s kind of sad to think that when I actually go to the Arena he can’t follow me :(

Now onto District 3: I didn’t expect this, but D3 is COLDDDD. It is FREEZING. It is FROSTBITE inducing. And blankets are a luxury, ironically. Like ice cubes in D12. Thankfully since I live in the Victor’s Village I have a couple of them but you literally can’t escape the cold.

Another thing; In D3, kids start learning about their district career at like 4 years old. School is from 5 am to 5 pm, kids 4-18. At 16, you have the option to take a test about 16-18 curriculum, and if you pass you get to graduate. If not, you stay until you’re 18. No do-overs. Not going to school is punishable by death. There are only a few careers you can choose from, which are: Technical Engineering, Technology Advancement, Robotics, and Computer Science. Being a Victor automatically exempts you from school + choosing a career.

D3 is very desolate and dark, considering we’re a tech district. There isn’t much wildlife or wilderness as big buildings completely take over the land.

District 3, except it’s a bit smaller.

Okay so onto the Reaping: That shit can only be described as ominous. Like watching it on TV really cannot compare to how it felt IRL. Hearing my name being called was like chilling almost, and I expected it! Literally can’t even think about how it must feel for the people who didn’t. My District partner was Beetee, which was so sad cause he was my mentor during my Games. After we left, he told me he’d do everything to make sure I was safe. I started crying he’s so sweet.

The train ride to the Capitol was SOOO AMAZING. I couldn’t even think about the fact that I was going to the Captiol. Seeing the Districts was so crazy, the Captiol really can’t compare to the beauty of them. I can’t remember which District it was, but we passed by a huge sunflower field. It was so pretty. And the sky was like a purple/pink. I wanted that sky tattooed on my body it was so pretty.

When we pulled up to the Capitol I was like IMMEDIATELY greeted by my prep team. I couldn’t remember their names and my stylist couldn’t either so we just called them Hughie, Dughie, and Lewie.

OH MY GOD I LOVE MY STYLIST SOOOOO BAD. Her name is Xotia and she’s a literal goddess oh my god she slayed so bad. Hold on I’ll show you the getup she had me in.

My outfit as a mood board. Didn’t wanna put that many photos.

SEE????? She ate so bad holy shit. Had me down bad for myself anyways

Slight deviation; My first impression upon meeting Finnick was “this mf crazy.” The aura on that man is INSANE. He’s such a natural flirt despite being enamored with Evangeline. I didn’t really meet anyone else besides Johanna, and she is actually insane. Her and Finnick are really good friends and they complement each-other well. Also, Johanna is a major lesbian. Like major. Yes I scripted she was but I’m considering it canon ☹️

I shifted back around the time we got to the training centre so I didn’t get to meet my man BUT I will definitely next time I shift 🫶 so I’m not upset about that. Besides I could’ve stayed longer but I didn’t want to.

All in all I am SOSOSOSOSOSOSO in love with this DR and actually can’t wait to be back I’m literally tweaking oh my god i canMt do this

Edit: IM SO DAMN SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG IVE BEEN FIGHTING FOR MY LIFE FOR LIKE TWO WEEKS PLS ☹️☹️☹️. Not an excuse really but it’s finally here so yay!!!

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agendabymooner · 1 year

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she's everything... and he's just mick ! mick s. x ofc (filipino!nanny!ofc)

summary: in the first race of the season, the vettels made their appearance as a family of three (or four) as kimi vettel debuts as the newest vettel of the grid and a mick schumacher fan. OR let me introduce barbara elisandra 'barbie' blanco - the woman that the vettel couple fostered for years who now takes care of the two year old boy alongside kimi's uncle mick.

content warning: smau + article. quality kimi vettel (oc) content, some hater getting ratio'd, lewis is a retired king (yes king get that rest), everyone loving kimi, barbie and mick = barbie and ken, three racing team admins fighting on the comment section, drivers also fighting in the comment section (ate = term of endearment)

note: i told y'all i'm gonna continue on with the kimi vettel/crazy rich wife saga 😭 and to all of the users who made my favourite f1 fics— i see you 👀 i’m here and i’m lurking and i’m enjoying

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barblanco posted a story !!!

tagged mickschumacher, belongvettel

liked by barblanco, georgerussell63, lewishamilton

mercedesamgf1 to answer your question: YES, we got our new mercedes ambassador not one- but TWO mercedes cars. uncle mackie said to get him one, but uncle toto said make it double✌️

lewishamilton those are some nice whip, kimi! you don't mind if you take them for a spin with roscoe, do you? 🐶🥶 liked by mercedesamgf1

mercedesamgf1 kimi has a lot of furry friends, but the vettels said there's always room for one more!

user1 as we said: BEST VETTEL IN THE GRID

user2 mickschumacher is slowly transforming kimi vettel into a mini mick schumacher and i am here to sit and admire 🥰

mercedesamgf1 like father, like son 🤗

georgerussell63 still upset he wouldn't let go of mick 🙂 liked by mercedesamgf1

mercedesamgf1 there's always a next time george!

mickschumacher look at my boy!!! ❤️🤍 liked by mercedesamgf1

belongvettel we started seeing double when he wore that race suit 😅 thank you so much for your warm welcome! kimi definitely loved being around you all and we're looking forward to attend a couple more rounds! 😍 liked by mercedesamgf1

mercedesamgf1 anything for our newest favourite vettel!!!

tagged belongvettel, scuderiaferrari, mercedesamgf1

liked by barblanco, mickschumacher, landonorris

user1 how many outfit changes did he have to go through this week what 😭😭

user2 i think some photos were taken in different days 🤔

user3 bel's nightmare is seeing him in a race suit and a powered car 😂 makes me wonder how it went for the first few days

user4 i'm looking forward to seeing the vettels' gridwalk interview!!

f1 us too! 🥰

scuderiaferrari his name is KIMI and VETTEL for a reason f1

redbullracing ur so silly 🤪

mercedesamgf1 no you two are 🤣 scuderiaferrari redbullracing

user5 why are these teams fighting in the comment section?

landonorris he'd look nice on a papaya suit tbh

mickschumacher nah uh

georgerussell63 absolutely not.

maxverstappen1 look at him! can't wait to have a rbr sebastian 2.0 in the grid

mickschumacher ❌ wrong try again ❌

carlossainzjr false news max ❌

landonorris you couldn't be any more wrong lad ❌

charles_leclerc i disagree verstappen ❌

alex_albon belongvettel which team do you think kimi would compete for?

belongvettel none of them because seb won't take him racing on such dangerous places 🙂

mickschumacher boooooo that's not mercedes 👎

tagged belongvettel, barblanco, ginaschumacher

liked by landonorris, georgerussell63, estebanocon

ginaschumacher i actually came to see barbie and kimi but maybe mom went to see you? 😺

mickschumacher 😑

estebanocon its getting so obvious mick 😭

user1 what is getting obvious??? estie???

landonorris s-tier simping tbh 🙃

user2 y'all telling me mick is simping for kimi's nanny? 😏

user3 seb's about to act up frfr 😉

belongvettel my two boys!!! liked by mickschumacher

user4 HER TWO BOYS??? MICK REALLY IS A VETTEL 😍

barblanco you did sooooo good getting those points, mick! (i'm only learning about f1 please don't be mad) ❤️👏 liked by mickschumacher

mickschumacher thank you, liebe! i'm sure seb and i will be able to teach you more about it!

user5 no because it really is obvious 😺

user6 reading the fast lane daily article, i agree that she lives up to her name barbie bc she really can do anything 😻 i dont blame u for liking her liked by mickschumacher

user7 "liked by mickschumacher" LMAO OBVIOUS MUCH?! this man is giving "wahpsssshhh" energy fr

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onskepa · 7 months

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Hey I wanted to send a request in for a type 1 diabetic reader with Neteyam and sullys I never see diabetes anyway, so I think it's be interesting for them to see her just inject something into her arm anytime she's eats something and at first their kinda like 😨 "what was that?" Before she has to explain. If you don't want to do thats okay ❤️ and have a good day !!

Hellooooooooooo darling! So I will say this up front. This request hits a bit personal for me, since my mother is type 1 diabetic too. So hopefully you enjoy this one along with everyone else!

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Tsan'ul

“I think we should have our lunch break now, doing chores all day really worked up and appetite” lo’ak says while wiping off the sweat from his forehead. Him and his siblings along with spider and tsan’ul all sat down together under a shade from the trees.

“Finally” tuk sighs tiredly. Kiri and neteyam happily unwrapped the packaged meal their mother prepared in the morning. Handing everyone their portions. It was one of their favorites. Wrapped in steamed leaves, there was meat mixed with roasted fungi sprinkled with puffleaves for that yummy salted taste. Fortunately its the type of food spider and tsan’lu can eat without feeling sick.

Everyone ate their fill, they all relaxed and gathered their energy before continuing on. Spider however nudged at tsan’lu, “hey dont forget your insulin” he reminded her. Tsan’lu makes a popping sound and grabs her pouch. Everyone looks at what she is doing and takes out a long yet thin vile.

“What is that…?” tuk asks in a bit of a whisper. Everyone silently observes tsan’ul as she takes out the blue cap of a needle. Lifting her sleeve up to the shoulder, a white patch is revealed. Removing the cover, tsan’ul injects the needle to where the white patch was. It only lasted a few seconds when she removed the needle to cover the spot of the injection. Rolling down her arm, she sighs in relief.

“What?” she asks.

The sully kids were staring at her wide eyes.

“Die-ah-beetees…?”

“Diabetes”

Tsan’ul was giving a little lesson to the sully kids as they all gathered to know what they just saw.

“Sooooo….there are two types?” Kiri asks, tsan’ul nods.

“And you have type 1?” lo’ak asks soon after. Again, tsan’ul nods.

“So this whole…diabetes sickness. How does it affect you? Were you born with it? '' Neteyam asks, still feeling a bit confused. “And how come just now are we seeing this?” kiri adds. Tsan’ul felt a bit shy as they pointed it out. But if they are curious, why not share?

“Well for me, I wasn't exactly born with it. But it does affect me in a slow manner. Right now I can be as healthy as I can be, but when I grow older things will change” tsan’ul explained. “How so?” tuk asks. “

Smiling a bit sad she replies, “because I have diabetes, my health may decline later on. My vision won't be the same, some organ failure or worse, my heart can weaken or other health problems. Since my body no longer produces enough insulin. And insulin is very important for our human bodies. It helps control blood sugar. So, for example, since we just ate our lunch, I have to take this pen”. Tsan’ul takes out an unopened insulin pen to show to the kids.

“Of course there are other ways to take this. But insulin pen injection is better for me, I can easily carry and already has the right dose for me to take” the human girl goes on.

Lo’ak was close to touching it but tsan’ul pulls the pen away before he could. “Nuh uh, no touchie. This is only for me” tsan’ul gently warns as she puts away the other pen back in her bag.

“You said you weren't born with it. So how did you get it?” Kiri asks another question.

“That kiri, is a story for another time. Come on, we wasted enough time already, gotta finish our chores before the eclipse” tsan’ul tells. Everyone agreed their break was already long enough. Packing their things they head their way back to where they were.

However, as everyone was quick to change the subject of the topic, neteyam wasn't fooled. When kiri asked her question, neteyam didn't miss the strange look in tsan’ul’s eyes. Clearly kiri touched something she didn't know and tsan’ul was not so keen on answering it.

After everyone had their fill at the communal dinner, neteyam was chatting with his siblings when he noticed tsan’ul leaving with her bag. Spider is still here, perhaps to take her insulin medicine again. Deciding not to leave the girl alone, neteyam gets up and silently follows her to keep her company.

So neteyam follows her to a little area both were familiar with. Not too far from the village. Tsan’ul sits comfortably on the ground, taking out her insulin pen. “Mind if I keep you company?” Neteyam says out of nowhere, it made tsan’ul jump startled. “Phew, neteyam you nearly scared me to death!” she says with a huff but a friendly smile. Neteyam returns that smile with his own as he sits next to her.

“Are you going to take your…medicine again?” neteyam asks. Tsan’ul nods and starts to prep her pen. Removing the cap, it reveals a needle. Looks slightly different from the other needles neteyam has seen before. Tsan’ul removes the white patch from her arm and gives her skin a bit of a pinch and inserts the needle to the area.

Neteyam stays silent, letting her concentrate on what the human girl has to do. And like before, after a few seconds, she removes the needle and covers the spot with the white patch. “There, all done” tsan’ul concludes. Putting away the empty covered pen back in the bag, she leans down to lay on her back, staring up at the starry night sky. “Thanks for keeping me company neteyam, you didn't have to” she thanks. .

Neteyam gives her a little grin, laying down beside her, “didn't want you to be alone” he says.

And they stayed in a comfortable silence together, enjoying the beautiful view. However, neteyam had to ask, he knew he would be touching a sensitive topic. “When kiri asked you…how you got the disease…you didn't answer her '' he says slowly. His large hand slowly reached her smaller hand.

“We were wasting time and had a lot of stuff to get done, so of course I couldn't tell her” Tsan’ul answers a bit too quickly. “Couldn't? Or wouldnt” neteyam says, almost challenging her. There was a long pause between them. “We have nothing else to do right now. Maybe you can tell me? I promise I won't tell kiri or anyone else for that matter” he swears.

Tsan’ul released a long deep exhale. And a slow blink.

“My mom”

Neteyam’s ears perked a bit to hear her correctly.

“Your mother?” he repeats.

Tsan’ul nods.

“My mom is also diabetic. For the majority of her life. She believes it's her fault that I got the sickness. A curse she would say. Always feeling guilty that I won't be as healthy or as strong as a normal human. I do my best to tell her it's not her fault, nobody, not her, not me would have guessed I would get it. Yet she can't help but feel guilty for a crime she never commited…”

Neteyam listened very carefully. Tsan’ul’s voice carried sadness and a sort of guilt of her own.

“Does it run in your family?” he asks.

Tsan’ul shrugs, “I am not sure. But, I wouldn't be surprised. From what norm told me, being a healthy human is a luxury and a privilege back on earth. So I would assume it is normal…”

“Hey, its not her fault. It is also not your fault either. How you got it doesnt matter, what matters now is that you are here and alive and thriving. So what if this diabetes has you, you can overcome it. You are strong tsan’ul. And I know you won't let this set you back. I have seen how you can be. So the only thing you can do is continue to be who you are and get better every day, "Neteyam encourages. Tsan’ul smiles, intertwining her hand with his.

“Thanks neteyam, I needed to hear that ''

I may have used some real life stuff for it. Also I had to ask my mom so many questions for this. She did wonder why the need to know, I had to make an excuse. But I am happy how it turned out. So I hope you all enjoyed this one! Until next time! see ya!

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Tsan'ul = Improve, get better

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Hello its me again and once more I hope you're having a wonderful day/night!

I was wondering if you could give us some DCA fanfic recommendations! I'm very new to ao3 so finding good ones are hard for me :(

- (^⁠_⁠^) anon

nonnie i would LOVE to!! /cracks knuckles/ i have a hoard of them bookmarked in ao3 and im always sniffing for more! since you're new to ao3, ill tell you that when i go hunting for a fic, i usually type something like "dca/reader" in the little search bar and then click the "Daycare Attendant (FNAF)/Reader" tag on the first fic i see. then i go to filters and change the "date updated" to "word count" to sort it. i prefer long fics above all else haha

ANYWAYS. fic rec list under the cut! (all of these are dca/reader btw)

any of bamsara's DCA fics, including Celestial Omens (that really like Fishsticks) (mer au), Solar Lunacy and its affiliated one shots. probably The DCA Fic of All Time for me. it was my introduction to the fandom and i have not been the same since, esp with all the author's art!!

An Eye for an Eye by icedmetaltea. probably discontinued but i saw amazing art for this fic and consumed all 20k of it! definitely worth the read (aquarium/mer eclipse au btw!) also Occupational Hazards is an scp one shot that was v v good and I Watched You Become a Stranger (another mer one shot)

Coiled Around the Fine Line Between Love and Fear by crazedauthor. naga sun and moon! very very very good fic, probably my fav naga au on ao3! it begins on such a good hook and keeps you enthralled!

anything by muzzlemouths! i particularly loveee dreameater moon (we dance in synchronous rotation). all their one shots are SOOO goood and fluffy (mostly. im still hurt by a few of them </3)

Pisces Caelestis by S_V. SUCH a good mer au!! juicy cultural miscommunications and i just lovee moon in this LMAOO. sun is also a ball of sunshine!

Fish Out of Water by imagine_darksiders. a leviathan au that changed everything for me, i think. it was the first fic i read that had masssiveee mer sunmoon and i ate it up!

also literally anything by naffeclipse LMFAOO like, she has 42 fics on ao3, trust me when i say they are all bangers. the first fic i read was In Deep Dreams Between the Waves (leviathan eclipse) and i remember losing it over a certain scene at 4am shdkfsdf. Cryptid Sightings is also an absolute fav. id link more fics but it would be all 42 lmao

copper cogs rusted through by borashore. a post-fire au that i consumed in one sitting a long time ago. i dont remember much, but i know moon made me want to throttle him then hug him LMAO

Dealer's Choice by certified_handler. a club au fic that hooked me in from the START!! i love sun in this, he is written sooooo well and there's a lot of murdery business goin on >:) iirc the sequel is out and posting but im not caught up yet LOL

Weal and Woe by pure_plum. a fantasy/dnd kind of au with amazing descriptions!!! such a gorgeously written fic and sun/moon/eclipse are all sooooo touch starved <3 i need to know what eclipse's deal is!!

Celestial Sundown by pillowspace. THE god au of all time oh my god i cant express how obsessed i am with this fic!! and the art from the author?? phewww i think about sun so often, the designs are lush

The Hermit's Guide to Merfolk by esuerc. another mer fic, ofc, that i dont remember much of bc it's been a minute, but i remember one scene with eclipse that was so vividly described that it took my breath away!! also Supernova which i also dont remember much of, but i know sun was very unhinged in it!

My Baby by xmimi89er. an alien au where sun and moon are literally sooo adorable and angsty and they make u want to wrap them in bubble wrap and protect them forever. good fic for when you want to be the one protecting them. also the author's art is SOOO pretty

Ghost in the Machine by qwille. a multiverse type of fic with numerous versions of the dca! so very well written with good plot, lore, and characters. i'm sure you've probably seen character art drifting around on tumblr, either by the author or from fans. very very good designs, im partial to sol myself

(love is) a seed that grows by starboundpix, a farmer help au that's sooo cute!! very stardew vibes!! i always think about the descriptor that sun and moon have little flower/vine designs on their arms!! it's not too long, but def worth the read!

(In Their) Astral Orbit by rinzydings. my god this is SUCHHHH a good fic like!! it definitely deserves way more kudos than it currently has!! i could gush on and on about this fic, sun and moon are characterized so well and it's literally everything i have wanted in a dca fic

There Are Many Benefits (To Rethinking This Career Path) by moonliched (mer au). the worldbuilding in this is so good and the plot is LUSH!! love the dynamics between sun moon and reader!! constantly thinking about this fic ngl

Star-Crossed by cytokiine. a fae au that honestly had me hooked right from the start! there are a couple of plot twists in here that i truly did not expect. truly i hated moon at first, then i grew to love him within like, one chapter lmao

He's a Little Confused but he's got the Spirit by midnight_mourning. my god i think this fic actually gave me a conniption /pos. sun is written soooo well he is such a conniving little shit!! obsessed with him and it's really interesting seeing engineering details in the fic!

Love, Death and Rollerskates by spadillelicious, an 80s roller rink au with a sun and moon who are so very unhinged!! the interactions with them and reader are very very good. lots of tense moments, sun is definitely scary as hell sometimes LMFAO. lots of fanart floating around for it + drawings from the author, the designs are top tier!

Pluck my Heartstrings by pluck-heartstrings. a medieval times au post pizzaplex that honestly has a dynamic im so obsessed with?? there is so much miscommunication and sun is definitely a teeny tiny bit insane, i love him and moon <3 lots of art from the author!

As long as we are loved by shiracheshire. a living doll au that i just recently caught up on and it is sooo beautifully written! very heartbreaking at times, but i loved reading the progression of sun and moon's relationship with reader!

and that's all i've got so far lmao. i'll probably come back and update this as i read more fic, but!! hopefully this is a good start!

#star gazing with shay #a nonny mouse #fic recs #(^_^) nonnie #yeah if anyone has any other fic recs lmk! ill add them to my reading list #ik there's a lot i havent read yet tho i admit im lowkey kinda picky sdfjkh #im not tagging all those authors LMFAOO #heyy mooties hii #dca

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judesidepiece · 7 months

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Finished The Prisoner's Throne and these are my thoughts! (Spoilers)

I like how sure Oak is about his love for Wren, it is sweet!

Wren murdering the guard in cold blood who went behind her back and tortured Oak oooooooOO

I wish they did more with the bridle but I suppose HB didn't want Wren to do smthg that may have been unforgivable

Oak's betrothal plan to Wren was very smart in my opinion, I didn't know how he was planning to prevent the war from starting and was caught off guard by the engagement announcement and I love being surprised! It reminded me of Cardan and Jude's arrangement in TWK but was different in its own right like Oak clearly would have happily married her without all the drama too.

I laughed out loud when Cardan turned the Ghost into a tree like A TREE?? Out of all the things I expected to happen in this book, this would have NEVER occurred to me. How does HB think of these things

When Wren hatched from a chrysalis and was reborn with wings at the end??????? That was also VERYYY unique and random. I was like wtf just happened but I vibe with it??

Jude and Cardan were sooooo adorable in this book, their moments were chef's kiss

Like when Cardan answered Jude's question and ignored Taryn completely, he has his priorities straight

OMG AND WE GOT CLOSURE ON VALERIAN'S CURSE ON JUDE. I thought that part was super cool and protective Cardan was>>>

I did feel sorry for Taryn when the Ghost died, like I wasn't sad when he died but I do feel bad for her

Did anyone else think Cardan was going to tell Oak that him and Jude are going on a 'business trip' to make a child and was on the edge of their seat only for him to say they are attending Nicasia's courting trials? I really thought

I already guessed the next book would be about Nicasia but I was realllllly hoping it would be about Jude and Cardan's kid(s) instead cuz like idgaf about Nicasia

I adored Oak defending Wren to his mother

OMG TIERNAN AND HYACINTH WERE ADORABLEEEE. When they reunited and Tiernan dejectedly said Hyacinth hated everyone including him but Hyacinth immediately said 'not you' I dIED. And their push and pull was so cuteee

Wren closing her eyes and accepting her death by Oak’s hands was so sad ngl but luckily he put two and two together in time

Overall, I loved all the callbacks to the original Cruel Prince characters and storylines. I think I liked the plot of the Stolen Heir a bit better but this book was more fast paced and had a lot more drama due to Oak's family being there which I adored. LOVED ITT

Jude completely ate every second she was in the book like that is my girl right there, I love her so much

#the prisoner's throne #tfota #oak x suren #oak greenbriar #oak x wren

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earthtoharlow · 1 year

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This AU is part of my one year anniversary celebration, where there’s a new fic every tuesday!

Series Masterlist

Previous Chapter

THATGIRLSTACEY

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thatgirlstacey: Happy Father’s Day to my hubby!

I don’t say thank you enough for what you do for our family and I really should say it more often.

Please, let’s stay married forever. I can train you to close the cabinets, it’s not a deal breaker for me.

Love,

Your wife, your best friend, your baby-mama with lots-o-drama.

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user: begging him to stay married to you is crazy

user: this is sooooo sweet

user: find some self respect!! That man hates you

user: dad Jack 🥲

user: he does stuff for the family other than cheating? Oh

user: girl is he having a side baby or not???

user: photo warms my heart ❤️‍🔥

user: who was that man you were kissing

urbanwyatt: best friend? 🤨

user: did Jack really get jumped?

user: yeah….lots of drama. A storm is coming

BARBIEBLANK

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BarbieBlank: Happy Father’s Day to Noah’s father!

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user: girl you might as well just find another man to raise that baby cause Jack ain’t gonna do it

user: you don’t even know if that’s your baby daddy yet

user: girl

user: is that picture of Jack recent😳

thatgirlstacey: don’t post my husband on your page again

user: Drake and Y/N somewhere laughing

theshaderoom: o h

Tmz: 👀

BarbieBlank: I’ll do what I want 😘

user: the girls are fighting!!

thatgirlstacey just posted to their story!

URBANWYATT

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urbanwyatt: 🤞 my dawg @yourinsta

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user: omg????

user: I know Jack mad as hell

user: almost ate my phone just now

user: besties !!!

yourinsta: can’t believe we ran into each other today! I missed you 🥹

user: y’all think y/n back to talking to Jack? She ain’t post Drake on Father’s Day

user: why would drake like the post if she was cheating

user: she lives with him why does she need to post

thatgirlstacey: are you fucking serious???

user: please Stacey mad as fuck 😭😭😭

user: urban really don’t like that girl 🤣

jackharlow just added to his story!

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AN: Drama between Urban & Jack oh no! If it ain’t one thing it’s another smh oh and it’s about to get crazy and I don’t think y’all ready 🤭 anyway hope you all enjoyed this and as aways tell me your thoughts! :)) also would anyone be interested if I had a concept night for the toxic series? I’ve been thinking about doing something like that soon 🫣

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#jack harlow #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow x y/n #jack harlow reader #social media au #toxic #brieanniversary

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mahs-dumpster · 3 months

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The ring.

Ruggie x oc (Daisy)

cw: uhhhh idk I don't think there's any here? I guess the only warning would be oc x canon content maybe

a/n: yeah I went crazy with this one,,, I wrote this like sooooo long ago and decided to finally post it!!! :>

Words: 2k

“I'm home.” Ruggie said, taking off his shoes and stretching his arms. His ears twitched at the sound of footsteps getting closer fast, was his grandma running? He told her to take it easy…

They continued to get louder until the familiar face of his girlfriend showed up at the end of the hallway, a big grin on her face as she looked at him and he stared at her in shock and confusion.

“Don't just stand there, give me a hug!” Daisy joked, opening her arms right after, and Ruggie ran towards her, holding her tightly in his arms and nearly making them fall in the process. The blonde laughed at him and kissed his shoulder.

“When did you get here? I thought you would come to visit next week.” he separated himself from her, but kept her in his arms, his hands caressing her face as she leaned into his touch.

“I decided to make a surprise.” Daisy smiled. “Mozus told me I could visit you guys sooner, especially since I've been planning to move to Sunset Savannah so…”

“I still can't get over the fact that Mr. Trein basically adopted you.” Ruggie laughed at the memory. “Don't call him by his first name, it feels weird.”

“Well, he asked me to so we'd get closer, and I like calling him that. So get used to it, will you? He’ll be your 'father-in-law' one day.” Daisy stood on her tiptoes and gave him a quick kiss, Ruggie chuckled.

Father-in-law, huh…

“I see you two are catching up already.” Granny Bucchi stood at the end of the hallway, hand on her mouth as she laughed at the couple in front of her.

“Grammy, how long have you been there?” Ruggie complained, embarrassed, separating himself from Daisy but still holding her hand, as if if he let go she would run away.

“Enough time, enough time… now come, my dears, dinner’s ready!” The old woman slowly but surely made her way to the kitchen, as Daisy ran to help her walk and Ruggie followed behind with a smile on his face. He couldn't believe his two favorite people in the entire world were with him right now…

“Don't worry, Ruggie, I brought all the food with me. I basically forced granny Bucchi here to not waste anything from your stock.”

“Oh, nonsense, I would’ve gladly used our food to make a meal for my grandson’s girlfriend.” She said as she pinched Daisy’s cheeks, making the girl giggle. “You deserve every inch of it.”

“Don't waste your breath, Grammy… Daisy never listens.” Ruggie teased after pulling her and his grandma’s chair, letting them sit down first. Daisy stuck her tongue out to him in a childish manner, and the whole room was filled with laughter and joy as they ate a wonderful meal together.

Truly, this was heaven.

•••

“Sorry ‘bout that, we really don't have any other rooms… not a big house, as you’ve seen…” Ruggie apologized as he helped Daisy set her baggage in his room, the blonde followed him suit, embarrassed to have to go to sleep in the same room as him.

“That's totally fine, really. There's no need to apologize.” Ruggie gave her a soft smile, going to his small wardrobe and taking out a thin sheet, setting it on the floor as a makeshift bed. “Wha- love, what are you doing?”

Ruggie’s ear twitched at the affectionate nickname. “Preparing a place for me to sleep. You can sleep on my bed, I don't mind.”

“What? No, you don't need to do that! We can just sleep together.” Daisy said, matter of factly, but after Ruggie stared at her with his eyes widened, she blushed and looked away, finally realizing the meaning of her words. “I mean- I-I mean literally sleeping! I wou-wouldn’t want you to sleep on the floor at your own house!” Daisy fidgeted with her fingers as Ruggie’s eyes softened and he started to chuckle. “O-or if you're not comfortable I could sleep on the floor…”

“That's out of the question.” Ruggie said, then, he folded the sheet once again, setting it aside and grabbing his girlfriend’s hands. “Sure. Let's sleep together, if you're ok with it.”

Daisy still refused to make eye contact, but nodded, squeezing his hands in return. Ruggie smiled at her and guided her to his bed, telling her he would change in the bathroom and that she could have the room to herself so she could change and they could go to sleep. With that, he left with a few clothes, leaving Daisy alone in his room.

After the girl got changed, she sat on his bed, waiting for Ruggie to return. She looked around his room, it was small, somehow very similar yet very different to his former room at NRC… she looked at his worn down night stand, smiling at a picture of him as a child and his grandma. She giggled at how cute he was as a child, he really did grow up to be such an incredible man.

She tilted her head, seeing something with a velvet texture behind the frame. Carefully, she grabbed the object, realizing it was a box, and her heart started beating at the sight of it. Why would Ruggie have a velvet box in his room? Could it be-

No. She mustn’t get carried away.

Well… but there wasn't harm in making sure, right? She opened the box carefully, scared it could somehow break. Daisy's brown eyes widened in shock as she gasped, a hiccup following it right after.

Inside, there stood a small golden ring, very simple, with a few details adorning it. There was no jewel, but it was beautiful regardless, its simplicity being enough to make Daisy’s heart skip a beat.

Wha- was Ruggie- no. They were so young still, he couldn't- he probably didn't- I mean-

Another hiccup.

“Daisy.” Ruggie’s voice was heard from behind the door and the girl immediately put the box right where she found it. She started fanning herself to calm down and to make the obvious blush on her cheeks go away. “Can I come in?”

“Yes–” she hiccupped again and Ruggie laughed as soon as he got in.

“You’ve got hiccups?” Daisy nodded, looking away from him and staring at her hands. She couldn't face him after seeing what she saw. “You want me to bring you a cup of water or?”

“N-no, I'm alright–” another one. She put her hand in her mouth as she frowned.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes. Let's just go to sleep.”

With that, Ruggie decided to let the subject die, climbing onto his bed and laying down with Daisy by his side. They laid a bit far from each other, — or as far as they could, given that just like the house, Ruggie’s bed was very small — Daisy fidgeting with the blanket and looking in the opposite direction from where Ruggie was. The man in question looked at his girlfriend in confusion.

“Why are you so far away?”

“I'm not.” Another hiccup. Ruggie chuckled and grabbed her face gently, making her look at him.

“Come on, we’ve cuddled before.” The hyena beastmen opened his arms and Daisy stared at him, her cheeks flustered. She slowly got closer to him, making herself comfortable in his arms, and basically melting into him as he started playing with her hair. “Why are you so nervous? If you're uncomfortable I can sleep on the floor. I really don't mind.”

“It's not that.” she said, squeezing him tight as she glanced at his night stand. “I… Ruggie, c-can I ask you something?”

“Anything ya want.”

“What… what's up with the ring on your night stand?” Ruggie’s hand stopped moving and scratching her head, he was frozen as he realized he was caught red handed.

“Uh… what ring?”

“Ruggie.”

“Alright, alright, you got me!” He said, rolling to lay on his back as Daisy stayed where she was, staring at the beastman laying next to her. His cheeks were red and he looked extremely nervous, his ears couldn't stop moving and Daisy smiled, he looked really cute. “I… I bought that a few months ago…”

“Months?!” Daisy sat down on the bed, looking down at him in shock. “You had it for months?”

“I wanted time to think about how I would ask you, ok?” He pouted, his blue eyes staring at her. “I've been saving for it ever since I left NRC, I figured I’d want to buy one one day so I could ask for your hand…”

“Right after– you're crazy.” Daisy chuckled nervously, a hand on her mouth trying to hide her sheepish smile.

“A guy needs a plan to live, ok? Is it that surprising to think about marriage when you’ve been dating for years? And it's not like I was gonna propose right after school, I just wanted to plan ahead.” Ruggie defended himself. “I had a whole plan to do it as well… now it's all ruined.”

“No, it's not.” the blonde said, laying on the bed again as she tried to encourage him. “You can still do it. What did you have in mind?”

“Well…” Ruggie started, looking at the ceiling as to avoid the woman’s gaze. “My plan was to cook you something nice when you visited next week…”

“You were gonna ask me next week?”

“Can I finish?” Ruggie looked at her as he chuckled and Daisy just pouted at him. “I would sneak the box in your pocket or your purse and wait until you found it just to mess with you a bit, so once you opened it I would do the whole cringy stuff of getting on one knee and blah blah blah–”

“It's not cringy, it's romantic! And even in your proposal you can't be normal, huh?” She joked and Ruggie turned his body to her as she laughed, a smile on both of their faces. “It's a cute idea though… you can still do it, you know.”

“Of course I can't, you found out about the ring and about my plan, it's not going to be genuine anymore…” Ruggie sighed, closing his eyes in defeat. Daisy caressed his cheek, her thumb moving in circle motions making Ruggie purr.

“Isn’t there another way to fix the situation? I do want you to ask me.”

Ruggie opened his eyes, his gaze locked with hers for a moment, until a mischievous grin formed on his lips. Daisy knew there was something up the moment he looked at her, but it was too late, a second later the man had moved on top of her, hands holding her wrists as he pinned her down, a smirk on his lips as he moved his face closer to hers.

“Well… I mean, there might be.”

Daisy hiccupped. Again. She thought it had gone away… Ruggie’s eyes widened in surprise as he giggled and she looked away, embarrassed by herself. His hand moved towards her chin, making her look at him, his clawed finger resting on her lip.

“Eléa.” He tried, and hoped that his pronunciation was correct this time, just this one time he wanted to say her name without mistakes… “I want to marry you.” The blonde held her breath. “So… will you?”

Hiccup. Ruggie laughed and Daisy told him to stop as she hiccupped again. In annoyance, Daisy managed to free herself from him only to grab his neck and force him to move closer to her face, kissing him right there. It wasn't very long, wasn't necessarily deep either, but it was full of love and affection, a demonstration of what she actually wanted to tell him, that she’d go absolutely anywhere as long as he promised to go with her. After all, he was her home.

“Yes.” She whispered between kisses. “I will.” She locked their gazes once they were separated, both flustered but extremely happy, and she held him close for a hug, which he reciprocated right away, giving her small kisses on her shoulder.

“Wait–” he murmured as he gently separated himself from her and got up. Daisy sat on the bed, looking as the beastman grabbed the box and sat down next to her. He opened it, getting her left hand and putting the ring on her finger, smiling stupidly at it. “I guess we’re engaged now.”

“It seems so.” Daisy giggled, admiring her ring and gently passing a finger over it. “It's perfect.”

“Please. You deserve better.”

“No, I love it.” She reassured him, giving him a quick kiss. “We need to tell your grandma about this tomorrow, and Leona too, and Jack and Ace, Deuce, Grim and–”

“Shh, I get it, I get it. Let's just sleep now, ok? I want my fiancée all to myself for now.”

#twisted wonderland #twst #oc x canon #twst oc #💌! mah writes #twst yuu #yuu twisted wonderland #ruggie bucchi x yuu #twisted wonderland ruggie #💌! daisy #💌! daiggie

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ggukkiedae · 10 months

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booked and busy

date: early august 2018

warning/s: none

notes from c: yoonmi gets booked and busy with the album release, their tour, and the new drama she’s filming! ctto for the gif, it’s not mine i found it on pinterest

SURPRISE GUYS I'M BACK 🥰 joon, chimc tae, and kookie went live today and we caught the tiniest glimpse of bald kookie sooooo i thought it was about time i start posting again 🥰 will have something related to the other six tannies' enlistments up later this month

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yoonmi gets validation from tae and a dance partner for the tour

Yoonmi barely processed Taehyung’s question as she quickly did reruns of her lines, script in her hands, track open on her monitor, and untouched lunch box on the table behind her. It had been weeks since she started filming for SKY Castle, and, because of how busy she’d be with touring, the crew was trying to get as many of her scenes for the first half of the series over with.

To her luck, the cast and crew were all friendly enough to help her out. There was no doubt about there being hesitation when it came to everyone approaching her at first, but they had speedily warmed up to her, especially the fellow younger half of actors and actresses that she’d be spending most of her time filming with.

However, everything was overlapping with each other. That is, her schedule for the drama and their comeback preparation. There were still a few finishing touches she needed to add to a concert version of the tracks, approvals to go through with the rest of rap line and the production team, and the choreography to complete with her performance team and to teach her dancers. Not to mention she still had to find someone (a trainee, says the company) to be her dance partner for her solo stage on their tour. It’s not like she could take Yeonjun with her since he’d be preparing for debut while they’re on tour. And the tour!

She could practically feel her body hurting from the amount of plane rides she’d have to take going from place to place while performing on stage or fulfilling her role.

“Hey,” Taehyung knocked on her head, pulling her out of her thoughts, “earth to Yoonmi. One task at a time, yeah? I suggest you eat first before continuing anything. Unless you want Jin hyung to be upset you didn’t eat the food he prepared for you.”

She shook her head but closed her script and turned to him, only to find him uncovering her food. “Were you here this whole time?”

“I’ve been watching you mutter lines to yourself for like fifteen minutes now.” He held a piece of meat up to her mouth with chopsticks. “Now, eat.”

She rolled her eyes but ate the piece and grabbed a pair of chopsticks for herself.

This had been how things were for the past few weeks. Whenever she’d be in the company for any of the three main meals of the day, Seokjin or Taehyung would always drop by and make sure she was eating her meals. If she was on the set, they’d call her or call manager Sejin who’d be with her. Hoseok and Namjoon would make her take breaks, while Jimin, Jungkook, and Yoongi would always convince her (or wrestle, in Jungkook and sometimes Jimin’s case) to bed. It was some weird cycle they had established.

“Don’t you roll your eyes at me, aegi,” Taehyung pretended to scold while hitting her head with a spoon (thank God it was clean). “You get way too into your work, so you know we have to check in on you.”

“And how’d you know I was thinking about this weird set of roles you guys formed?”

“Because I know you. How’s filming going?”

“It’s going great, actually,” she smiled at him. “Everyone’s friendly, and the guy playing my twin brother is an idol, too! It’s funny when we met because he’s my sunbae for acting, but I’m his sunbae for idol life. The role is pretty easy to fulfill, and the plot is really intriguing.”

“As intriguing as me being killed by my brother by accident?”

“Intriguing in different ways,” she laughed before they fell to a silence. It was a whole ten minutes before she spoke up again, “Oppa, do you think this was a bad idea?”

Taehyung looked at her questioningly, making her sigh.

“I mean,” she leaned forward, resting her arms on her knees, “with the tour happening, do you think it was a bad idea to take this acting gig?”

“Personally, yeah,” Taehyung shrugged, making Yoonmi look at him in slight offense. “What, you asked! I’m just saying, as someone who literally helped raise you, I don’t like the idea of you balancing working on music and academics while jetting back and forth between Korea and whatever country we’re performing in and tiring yourself out to the point of passing out. Because I already know that it’s bound to happen at some point.”

She looked down, leaning back and biting into the cookie one of the members had given her at some point. Taehyung looked at her, already knowing the look on her face being one that could lead to her spiralling. He sighed, hating the fact that, no matter what the members and her friends and family told her, she always put others’ opinions of her before her own wants and needs.

“Hey,” Taehyung nudged her arm, “but, as an artist, I think it’s a great idea.”

This perked her up. “You think so?”

“It’s a great opportunity to show more sides of yourself that the public doesn’t really know,” he nodded. “Show them you’re not just an idol or a kid, but something more as well. I know you’re great at anything you put your mind to, except maybe drawing.”

She laughed and hit his arm.

Taehyung laughed with her. “No, yeah. Leave that area of expertise to Jungkook. I’m just saying, it’s a great opportunity for you to break out of whatever stereotypes or prejudices people have against you.”

“So, as my big brother, you say no. As my sunbae, you say yes. Internal conflict of interests, don’t you think?”

“Sure,” he snorted before tapping her knee and looking her in the eye, “but I have to remind you, because your reaction to what I said earlier tells me that you haven’t let it settle in your head. You can’t let what other people think about you discourage you, right?”

She huffed and crossed her arms before looking away. “It’s a little hard when I need to improve myself.”

“But at what cost? Your mental state? Cancelled opportunities? Why let other people’s opinions on you matter more than your own thoughts or opinions of yourself.”

“Because if I let my opinion of myself get to me more than what you guys think about me, I’d probably shrivel up in a hole, you know?”

The joking tone of her voice didn’t carry into the atmosphere of the room. Taehyung just looked at her. He knew that she, despite her proudly speaking her opinion and telling other people to be confident in themselves, is way too insecure for his and the rest of the group’s comfort. It was one of the many reasons that they always went out of their way to baby her and praise her.

It was at times like these, moments where she puts her thoughts on the table and curls into herself, where she looks young. Younger than she actually is. The girl in front of him was sixteen, turning seventeen, eighteen if you use Korean years. Yet, all he could see was the nervous preteen he met years ago.

“You do know you teach other people to love themselves, right?” he asked her.

“Do as I say, not as I do,” she shrugged, making him chuckle.

“We’re just gonna have to rub that into you until you do as you say, too. Wanna talk about it more?”

She shook her head. “No, not really. It’s almost three, and I have to head to the practice room to meet my dance partner for my solo song.”

“Why didn’t you just get one of us?”

“Well, I wanted to, but the company said that it would cut into the rest times of literally any of you, plus, Jungkook oppa was the original plan, but Euphoria and Why are right after each other.”

Taehyung wrinkled his nose but nodded and ruffled her hair. “Alright, let’s clean up, then I can drop you off before I got to my vocal session.”

“I am a mess,” Yoonmi muttered to herself as soon as she walked into the practice room. The reason being manager Sejin stepping in front of her and bringing down his sleeve over his hand to wipe crumbs off of her chin.

“Because you’re stressed out,” he shook his head at her, “so Namjoon and I cleared your schedule for the weekend. I also took the liberty of choosing your dance partner for you, and I think you’ll be okay with him.”

“As okay as I’d have been with Yeonjun oppa?”

“Not as much,” Sejin chuckled at her, “but I’ve seen you talk to Heeseung every now and then, so maybe?”

At the familiar name, she looked behind Sejin and saw the familiar face of the trainee she tended to run into late at night in the company. Heeseung was someone she did try to be more casual with ever since Yeonjun told her they were the same age. It was something she did try to do ever since Jimin and Taehyung had sat her down to tell to be more social with kids her age. She shook her head in amusement while hearing Jimin’s voice saying “Our aegi should spend more time being a kid with other kids!”

Back to the situation at hand, she thanked Sejin and walked to the other side of the room where Heeseung was giving her an awkward smile. It was something she was used to seeing from the trainees whenever they passed by her. The quick bow in greeting completed the experience.

“No need for that, Heeseung, I’ve told you that a billion times,” she laughed while putting a hand on his shoulder to straighten him up. “So you’re my dance partner?”

“Only if you’re okay with that,” he looked at her bashfully.

She laughed a bit and nodded, “Yeah, no biggie. Have you seen the videos?”

“If you don’t mind me asking,” he began after nodding, “I was wondering why it isn’t Jungkook sunbaenim dancing with you like in the video?”

“The setlist has his song and my song right after each other,” she shrugged. “Are you okay if we practice until around nine? There will be breaks of course, but we don’t have to if it cuts into your training time.”

He shakes his head and smiles at her. “Sounds good. The instructors let me off with the condition of doing well for your tour and shadowing you sunbaes for experience.”

“You can stick by me and see the oppas in all their chaotic glory,” she snorted before tugging on his sleeve to bring him to the center of the practice room. “Let’s try marking before the rest of the dancers get here.”

The practice went smoothly, considering she knew the choreography by heart and Heeseung caught on quickly. To Yoonmi’s pleasure, the choreography was almost as clean as she wanted it to be by the time the clock struck 9. All of the dancers got along well together, and there was no tension. They all even messed around with each other during the breaks, which was similar to how the dancers were in previous tours. But, all good things came to an end as the dancers left the practice room one by one, bidding goodbye.

“You’re not regretting agreeing to this, are you?” she asked Heeseung while handing him an energy drink. He had been sweating despite already removing his plaid shirt and being left in a tee.

“Not at all,” he grinned at her while accepting the drink, “it’s a great experience. I just want to know though, how do you practice for hours without removing your hoodie?”

“It’s comfy,” she shrugged.

A knock on the door caught their attention. Seokjin’s head popped in first, a big smile on his face before he let himself in and brought Yoonmi into a hug. Heeseung bowed at him, while he bowed back before turning his attention to her. She wrinkled her nose at him but wrapped her arms around his waist all the same. The elder placed a quick kiss to the top of her head before his face scrunched up.

“You need a shower, princess,” Seokjin squished her cheeks, making her look like a puffer fish.”

“I know,” the words came muffled out of her mouth, “is it home time?”

He nodded down at her before turning towards Heeseung with a smile. “So you’ll be joining us on tour?”

“Yes, sunbaenim.” The awkwardness was back.

Seokjin smiled. “We’ve heard good things about you, Heeseung, from both Yeonjun and management. We’re looking forward to working with you.”

Heeseung’s eyes widened before he thanked the senior. Seokjin laughed a little before letting go of Yoonmi and picking up her bag for her. “I hope you don’t mind, but I’m taking this one home for dinner before she passes out from being overworked. She still has filming tomorrow morning.”

“I’ll see you tomorrow afternoon,” she squeezed Heeseung’s arm with a grateful smile, “don’t stay too late today or I’ll tell Seri! I know she’s gonna mother hen you even from a different continent.”

He snorted but lightly hit her shoulder. “Alright, fine. See you tomorrow.”

Yoonmi made her way towards Seokjin who was waiting for her by the door, already having memorized the spiel he was giving. Eat food on time, rest, one task at a time, and everything along those lines.

“And I want you asleep by 10:30,” he continued despite them reaching the parking lot already, “so you can have a full eight hours of sleep before heading to the shoot, okay? Jimin has the morning off, so he’ll be going with you.”

This put a frown on her face. She hated the fact that the members were going out of their way to help her or accompany her when they could be resting instead. Also, the director and the PDs were asking her to keep the members from coming on set as much as possible so they don’t get spoiled. And because they can get embarrassingly fussy over her in between takes.

It’s not that she didn’t like it, she would easily admit that it felt nice knowing the members cared for her, but it did get her a little shy with all the cast and staff staring at them.

“Yoongi and I made him promise to stay beside Sejin hyung,” Seokjin smiled at her, “you don’t have to worry about the unnecessary staring. You can probably get away with hiding with your castmates. You know, the ones casted as your fellow kids?”

She laughed. “You know me too well.”

“What type of big brothers would we be if we didn’t?” He helped her into the passenger’s seat before getting into the driver’s seat. “Let’s get you fed and showered so you can be at full battery tomorrow.”

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A Scoundrel... Or a Gentleman? Ch. 9

We made it, y'all!!!! These two idiots finally get their happy ending and I sooooo hope you enjoy and think the payoff is worth all the angst they've gone through to get here!! Thank you so much for coming along on this journey with me. There's really no words in the English language to express how much I appreciate it!!!

Thank you again to @jrob64 not only for her beta services, love, and encouragement, but also for talking me into writing the very last little bit of this fic and getting back on the doc this evening to look over some pretty extensive edits I decided to do at the 11th hour and 59th min!! Thank you so much again, babe!!! Also thank you to @snowbellewells and @motherkatereloyshipper for the artwork they both made to accompany the fic! I love the pieces and Y'ALL SOOOO MUCH!!!

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Six years.

Six years!

Six years he’d kept his feelings hidden from her. For six years his overarching purpose, coloring everything he did, was to keep her from finding out. To keep her ignorant of the depth of feeling inside him - the love, the total and complete devotion, the guilty turmoil, the utter despairing agony of knowing she’d never be his.

All gone in a matter of moments. He’d always prided himself on his iron control - keeping his passion for her deeply buried, never to see the light of day. But in a moment of weakness, he’d pulled his own heart out of his body and presented it to her on a silver platter.

Hers to make bleed.

Hers to shatter.

Hers to destroy.

And she had done it.

~*~*~

He had no knowledge of how much time passed. It might have been minutes, it might have been hours. He sat in the chair across from her bed, staring out into the night, his fingernails carving half moons in his palms.

He was suddenly aware of her standing shivering in the doorway. She was mostly dry now, but it was obvious she’d been caught in a storm. He wasn’t even aware it had rained. Her hair was still plastered to her face and hung disheveled down her back, splatters of mud on her dress. He lifted a single eyebrow in silent enquiry.

“I’ll marry you, Killian,” she said, her voice so soft he wasn’t sure he heard her correctly.

“What?” he asked.

She took a deep, trembling breath. “I’ll marry you, Killian,” she said, stronger that time. “If you’ll have me.”

He was frozen in his chair. He couldn’t move if he wanted to, his heart too weary - and wary - to do anything.

“Why?”

She looked shocked for a moment. Perhaps she imagined that he’d come to her, full of joy and purpose, take her in his arms, and accept her agreement in the most ancient and primitive way possible. But he couldn’t. Not yet. She had to be sure. He had to be sure she was sure.

“I don’t know.”

“Really,” he sighed, running his hand through his hair.

A small gasp escaped her lips. “I don’t know,” she said, a bit more urgently. “Please don’t make me figure it out.” He could see her swallow from where he sat. “Not yet,” she whispered.

He rose and took one step toward her. “You can’t take it back.”

She shook her head.

“There will be no backing out. No cold feet. No changed mind,” he continued.

“No,” she agreed. “I promise.”

Only then did he believe her. Emma never went against her given word. He was across the room in a moment, cupping her face tenderly in his hands, raining kisses across her brow, her cheeks, down her jaw, her neck.

She raised her chin, granting him more access, her arms winding around him, pulling him forward..

“This is it. Do you understand?” he murmured into the skin of her neck before his lips latched onto her pulse point and he sucked heat to the surface. She nodded jerkily, her moan of pleasure going straight to his rapidly hardening cock.

“Yes,” she gasped, gripping his arms tightly. “Oh, yes, Killian.”

His arms wrapped around her, pulling her to him tightly, so she could feel how ready he was for her. He pulled the neck of her dress until her breasts were exposed to his sight, and then let the dress fall to the floor.

“I’m going to take you to bed and keep you there for however long it takes for you to conceive,” he rasped.

She was beyond speech, only nodding as he continued his litany.

“Give you everything you desire.”

She nodded again.

“And you’ll enjoy it,” he growled.

“Yes. Oh, yes,” she moaned, as he laved his tongue over her breasts, then down her torso, until he was kneeling at her feet.

“You are mine,” he said, looking up at her, “As I am yours.” Her gaze on him was hazy with passion, but clear in their intent.

“Yes, Killian,” she breathed. “I am yours. And you are mine.”

~*~*~

The most difficult thing about marrying Killian was telling everyone she was marrying Killian.

Emma sat at the desk in her study staring at the blank sheet of paper in front of her trying to think of the words to put to paper. She couldn’t think of a blasted thing.

It was too sudden. Too unexpected. If she didn’t fully understand why she was doing it, how was she supposed to explain it to anyone else?

Somehow - amid all the turmoil, avoidance, and actual, physical running from Killian - Emma knew this was right. Declarations of love aside, she wanted to be his wife. She found the acknowledgement settled her nerves and swirling thoughts, and she put pen to paper, the words to her mother finally flowing freely.

She’d just finished the letter when Killian came in, carrying the post.

“From your mother,” he said, handing her a small cream colored envelope.

It was thick. Emma opened it and began to read, her jaw dropping when she got past Ruth’s rather loquacious opening.

“What is it?” Killian asked.

“Oh, my goodness,” Emma breathed, one hand covering her mouth, her eyes round in surprise.

“Is anything amiss?” he asked again. “Emma?”

“Ruby’s gotten married.”

“What?” he asked incredulously. “Your sister?”

Emma nodded, still reading the missive in front of her.

“I wasn’t aware she was being courted.”

“She wasn’t.” She couldn’t disguise the shock she felt as her eyes continued to scan her mother’s words telling the whole story of a year long secret correspondence between her sister and a Lord Humbert of Gloucestershire. And now her sister was married and no one had seen fit to share that information with her until after the fact. “I can’t believe no one told me!”

“Well, Emma,” Killian began, “you have been in Scotland.”

Emma pressed her lips into a thin line and speared Killian with a look. He shrugged.

“It’s like I don’t even exist,” she bemoaned. Killian chuckled, truly amused now. She sent him her most ferocious glare. “Oh, yes!” she said, with great dramatic flair. “Emma! Has anyone told Emma about the happenings here in London? No? Well, perhaps we should!”

“Emma,” he cajoled, “don’t be daft.”

“I’m not being daft. I’m being ignored.”

“I thought you rather liked being so far removed from the rest of your relations.”

“Well, yes,” she said grumpily, “but that’s beside the point.”

“Of course,” he murmured. She glared at him, fully aware he was being sarcastic. “I have to admire any man who gets the deed done with such swiftness.”

“Killian!”

“I did.” The smug grin he sent her was positively lecherous.

She cut her eyes at him, suppressing the twitch at the corner of her lips. “I haven’t married you yet.”

“The deed I was referring to wasn’t marriage.” His fingers found the top of her hand where it rested on the desk and he began to lightly stroke back and forth across the skin.

Emma blushed. “Stop it,” she said, jerking her hand away. “This isn’t the time.”

Killian sighed. “And so it begins.”

“What begins?” she asked, looking at him fully as he moved to the chair across the room.

“We’re not even wed yet, and already we’re an old married couple.”

Emma rolled her eyes and turned back to the letter still in her hand. They did sound like an old married couple, not that she wanted to give him the satisfaction of hearing her agreement from her own lips. It must be because of their long standing relationship. He wasn’t just her fiancé, he was her best friend. And had been for years.

Who would have thought that she’d marry her best friend?

Surely that was a good omen. She looked back at Killian to see him studying her intently.

“What?” she asked.

“Let’s get married.”

“Aren’t we?” she asked, drawing it out as if he’d taken leave of his senses.

“No,” he said, then shaking his head. “I mean, yes. But no, let’s do it today!”

“Are you mad?” she asked, incredulously.

“Of course not,” he assured her, excitedly. “Let's do it. Today. We’re in Scotland. We don’t need banns.” He knelt before her, his blue eyes pleading with her to agree. “Let’s do it, Emma. Let’s be mad. Brash. Daring.”

“No one will believe it!”

“No one will believe it anyway.” He had a point there. He rose to his feet and took her by the hand. “Come marry me, Emma.”

“Killian…” She didn’t know why she was dragging her feet, other than for appearances sake. Such haste was rather unseemly after all.

He quirked an eyebrow at her. “Do you want a big lavish ceremony?”

“No,” she answered, quickly and completely honestly. She’d done that already. It didn’t seem appropriate to do it again for her second wedding.

He leaned in, his warm breath tickling the shell of her ear, making her shiver. “Are you willing to risk an eight month baby?”

“Killian…”

“Come, let’s give our child a respectable nine month gestation,” he cajoled, running his nose up and down the line of her neck.

She could hardly think straight when he did that. “Killian,” she said, pushing him back just enough so she could look in his eyes. “You must be aware that I may not - I probably won’t - conceive. It took two years with Liam.”

“I don’t care.”

“Are you sure?” The look she sent him was extremely dubious. “I think you do. You’ve mentioned it several times.” She was afraid of his response. But she couldn’t proceed, not without a clear conscience in this matter.

“Emma,” he began, looking straight into her eyes. The suave seducer was gone, replaced with a sincerity she’d rarely seen in him. “You want a baby. I love you and want you to marry me. So I want to give you the child you desire,” he assured her. He pressed himself against her, his warmth and strength enveloping her and Emma felt her knees give out. “It doesn’t matter to me if you’re barren. Which I certainly hope is not the case. I would…” He paused, looking down at their clasped hands for a moment, his other hand moving to the flatness of her stomach. “I would love to see you grow round with my child.” He looked into her eyes again and she felt her own eyes fill with tears. “But if fate deals us another hand, all I want, all I need, is you.” He pulled her close against himself again. “Come, Emma. Marry me.”

Emma’s heart melted at his words. She couldn’t refuse him. “Yes, Killlian,” she said, nodding. “Yes, I’ll marry you today.”

The joy that filled his eyes at her words quickly turned to mischief. His hand left her torso and crept under her dress, moving steadily higher, drawing circles on the inside of her thigh.

His fingers found her moist heat and her knees buckled a second time. “Yes, oh, yesssss! Killian!” she exclaimed.

After only a few strokes, he suddenly withdrew his hand from under her skirt - a thoroughly indecent moan escaping her lips - but still held her close. It was a good thing. She’d likely collapse at his feet if he moved away from her. His eyes blazed blue fire, and she held onto him with all the strength she possessed.

He looked down at her, looking every inch the suave, debonair earl - a sly, mischievous, seductive smile on his lips. Meanwhile, she likely resembled a banshee.

“If you’re going to finish, you’ll do it as Countess Kilmartin,” he informed her.

“I am Countess Kilmartin!” she cried, indignant.

“You’ll do it as my Countess Kilmartin,” he corrected himself. He smirked at her, waiting for her response. When she didn’t, he continued. “Shall I get your coat?”

She nodded.

“Will you stay here, or accompany me to the hall?”

“I’ll come with you to the hall,” she ground out. His smirk grew wider.

“Eager little thing, aren’t you?” he said as he took her hand and looped it around his arm.

“Just get my coat, damn you,” she murmured under her breath, but he heard her clearly and chuckled, making her irritation with him melt away. He was a rogue and a scoundrel, but he was her rogue and scoundrel and she knew he possessed a heart as true and as honorable as any man she’d ever met.

She couldn’t wait to be his wife.

~*~*~

Several hours later, Killian stood in front of the door connecting his and Emma’s bedchambers, clad in nothing but a burgundy robe. He couldn’t help but be pleased by the day’s turn of events. Even if he couldn’t quite believe he was here.

Married to Emma.

She was his wife.

Thank you, Lord Humbert, he thought, for marrying Ruby.

He doubted Emma would have agreed to marry him today if Ruby hadn’t already gotten married off without her knowledge.

It might have been his goal for weeks, but it wasn’t until he slipped the ancient gold band on Emma’s finger that he had really believed it.

She was his.

Until death did they part.

“Thank you, Liam,” he murmured. Not for dying. Never for that. But for releasing him of the guilt. He still wasn’t sure what brought it about, but the night after they’d made love in the gardener’s cottage, Killian knew, in his heart of hearts, that Liam would have approved. Liam would have given his blessing and in his more hopeful moods, he rather thought that if Liam had been the one to choose a new husband for Emma, his brother would have chosen him.

Now he was here, facing the door between the earl’s and countess’ bedchambers. And he had every right to be here.

It was strange. In London, they hadn’t bothered with appearances. They’d both slept in their respective rooms, making sure the door between them stayed firmly locked. But here at Kilmartin, he’d only moved into the earl’s bedchambers today. When Emma had rebuffed his first proposal, he’d made a show of occupying the room furthest from her, no matter that one or the other of them had been sneaking back and forth the entire time. At least they had the appearance of respectability.

But now, that could all be put aside. He reached for the knob but didn’t grasp it just yet. There was something about this moment - on the threshold of his marriage - that demanded reverence. Savoring.

The only thing that might have made it better was if she’d told him she loved him. It was but a small shadow over the joy in his heart. He would never have her say words that weren’t true because she might feel that she somehow owed him. Even if she never loved him the way he loved her, he knew she cared for him far more than most women of the ton did for their husbands. She loved him dearly as a friend, and if something were to happen to him, he knew she would mourn him with her whole heart.

He really couldn’t ask for more.

He might want more, but he already had so much more than he’d ever believed he would have.

Would it feel different now? Would she feel different in his arms as his wife rather than his lover? When he looked upon her face in the morning, would he think she was more breathtakingly beautiful than he had yesterday? When he saw her across a crowded room…

He shook his head. His love for her was making him a sentimental fool. His heart had always skipped a beat when he saw her across a crowded room. Any more than that and the poor organ probably would have crumbled to ash.

He grasped the knob and pushed open the door.

“Emma?”

She stood by the window in a nightgown of forest green silk. The cut was modest, but the material clung to her curves and for a moment, Killian couldn’t breathe.

She turned to him, a soft but somewhat hesitant smile on her face. Not nervous, exactly, but it was clear to him that she was also aware of the difference they now faced.

“We did it,” he said softly, unable to keep the joyful smile off his face.

“I still can’t believe it.”

“Nor can I,” he agreed, reaching her and stroking her cheek with the back of his fingers. “But it’s true.”

She grasped his wrist, her eyes fluttering shut. “I…” She shook her head.

“What is it, Emma?”

“It’s… nothing,” she assured him. “Forget it.”

He lifted her chin with his fingers as her eyes opened again until their gazes met. “It’s not nothing, Emma. When it’s you, and when it’s me, it’s never nothing.”

She still grasped his wrist and took a deep breath before speaking. “I… just wanted to say…”

Was it possible? Killian held his breath and waited.

“I’m very glad I married you,” she said, her eyes meeting his again. “It was the right thing to do.”

He exhaled roughly, trying to tamp down his disappointment, hoping she didn’t see it in his eyes. It was more than he ever thought he’d hear from her, but so much less than what he hoped for.

But even still, she was here. In his arms. And that had to count for something.

“I’m glad too,” he whispered before capturing her lips with his own.

It was different. She was his and he was hers. And it was a feeling that spread from his rapidly beating heart to the top of his head and the ends of his fingers and toes. His love for her was all encompassing, consuming him from the inside out.

“I love you,” he whispered into her throat as he left the sweetness of her lips behind to taste the saltiness of her skin. There was no reason to keep the words to himself now, he realized. She’d already heard them from his lips, and even if she wasn’t inclined to say the same, he couldn’t keep the words inside him any longer.

His hands pushed the gown she wore over her shoulders, until it cascaded in a silken heap to the floor. He followed it until he was on his knees before her, his arms wrapping around her waist, his face buried in the flatness of her belly.

Her hands stroked his shoulders through his dressing gown then wove into the strands of his hair. He pulled back slightly and looked up, meeting her blown pupils, with only a thin ring of green surrounding them, just barely discernible in the low light of the lamps.

“Emma,” he breathed. He had no idea why he had to say her name right now, at this moment. But he did. She was everything. Her name. Her body. Her soul. Nothing was more important. He could stay right here, on his knees before her, until his dying day. And he somehow had to show her that.

“Emma.”

“Killian,” she said softly. “Make love to me.”

He rose to his feet, peppering soft and gentle kisses along the way. He lifted her in his arms, a delighted giggle bursting from her, and carried her to the bed. He laid her down gently, the mattress embracing them as they embraced each other.

Emma reached for the sash that held his dressing gown closed, her fingers trembling with need. When the knot wouldn’t cooperate, Killian chuckled and stopped his ministrations to assist her.

She pushed the robe from his body and buried her fingers in the hair of his chest. This wasn’t the first time she’d touched him this way, but it felt different now as his wife. It was no longer forbidden pleasure - stolen moments like a child sneaking a treat - but her right and privilege to physically enjoy her husband.

She sighed in satisfaction, his name a whisper on her breath.

“Killian.”

“Hmmm?” he murmured into her skin, never halting the sweet and tender kisses he was pressing to every inch of skin he could reach. She sank into the mattress. She sank into the pleasure of the delectable things he was doing to her. Whatever it was she wanted to say, floated away as if it had never been there, and she could only moan as Killian found a particularly sensitive spot on the inside of her elbow.

He continued down her arm, his tongue tracing the veins under her skin, his teeth nipping at her wrist before kissing the center of her palm and sucking each finger into the warm cavern of his mouth, his tongue swirling around each tip before releasing it.

She was on fire, and yet it didn’t blaze out of control. It was a glowing pile of well-banked coals, radiating heat throughout her body.

She felt cherished. Worshiped. Completely loved.

And she melted for him.

“Killian, please,” she whispered, writhing beneath him.

“As you wish, my love.”

~*~*~

She opened her eyes to see him hovering above her, his eyes fixed on hers. The blue almost completely swallowed by his black pupils. She wrapped her legs around him and urged him closer to where she desperately needed him, gasping when he finally entered her.

He moved slowly, needing to savor making love to Emma for the first time as his wife. He never thought he’d have this and the sacred moment of making them one demanded a slow, reverent acknowledgement of the gift that she was. The gift he had never believed would be his.

“Emma… Emma…” he moaned. “I have… I have to…”

“Yes, Killian, please,” she said, her words unsteady, lifting her hips, drawing him in deeper until she didn’t know where he ended and she began.

He withdrew slowly and plunged back into her, making her gasp. Again and again he withdrew, pushing her higher and higher until a cascade of pleasure overcame her, rainbow prisms of light exploding behind her closed eyelids, leaving her shaking in his arms, unable to contain the long, low moan of ecstasy pouring from her lips.

His movements became more frenzied and he cried out her name as he climaxed, a prayer and benediction all in one. He collapsed on top of her and it took a few moments for him to move, but when he tried to roll off of her - afraid of crushing her with his weight - she held him tightly to her.

“No,” she whispered. “Not yet.” It wouldn’t be long before he would have to move in order for her to breathe, but just now, she needed his solidness on top of her to keep her from drifting away. This was a sacred moment between them. This joining together as husband and wife, and she wasn’t ready to say goodbye to that just yet.

He acquiesced to her request for a few moments before he softened and slipped out of her. He settled himself on his side behind her and drew her into his arms until she was lined up to him like a nested spoon. His warmth cocooned her and she drifted off, feeling safe, content, and loved. So loved.

~*~*~

“You look terrible,” she commented two weeks later, as she sat down to breakfast with her husband.

“And good morning to you, too,” Killian returned drily, before turning his attention back to his food.

“I’m not joking,” she said, her brow furrowing in concern. “You look pasty, and you’re not sitting up straight. You need to go back to bed.”

He coughed. And coughed again, the second one wracking his body. “I’m fine.” But his words came out on a wheeze.

“You’re not fine.”

He rolled his eyes. “Married a fortnight and already…”

“If you didn’t want a nagging wife, then you shouldn’t have married me,” Emma interrupted him.

“I’m fine,” he insisted, picking up the Times and proceeding to ignore her.

Very well, she thought. Two can play at that game. She picked up a muffin and tucked into her morning meal.

Until he coughed again.

She cut her eyes to him, but didn’t say anything.

The next time a spasm overtook him, he turned away from her and bent over the arm of his chair just a bit.

“Kil…”

He shot her a ferocious glare of such intensity, she immediately closed her mouth.

She narrowed her eyes at him and he cocked his head in a condescending manner, only for the effect to be ruined with another wracking cough.

“That’s it,” she said, throwing her napkin down on the table. “You are sick, Killian. And you are going back to bed. Now.”

She rose to her feet and grabbed his arm where it rested on the table. He was too weak to resist her and her concern instantly turned to alarm. She called for Smee, who hurried in and, taking immediate stock of the situation, positioned himself on the other side of Killian to help him to his feet.

“I know what you’re thinking,” he gasped, as they led him from the room. “And you’re wrong.”

“Mmhmmm,” she humored him. “And how do you know what I’m thinking?” she asked.

“Open book, darling,” he replied, leaning more on her and sending her heart into overdrive. “It’s not malaria.” His voice was low, almost too low to make out, but somehow she knew exactly what he said.

“And you know this how?” she asked again.

“I just do.”

“Mmhmmm.”

They got him into his chamber, undressed, and into the bed. He was asleep almost as soon as his head hit the pillow.

Emma sat in the plush chair at his bedside, never taking her eyes off of him. It had only been two months since his last attack. And since the previous had been six months before that, did that mean the disease was winning? Emma felt tears fill her eyes. She couldn’t lose him the way she lost Liam. She couldn’t.

~*~*~

Ten hours later, Emma was terrified. Killian’s fever raged, and while he wasn’t flailing, delirious, or incoherent, it was clear that he was very, very ill. During his moments of consciousness, he kept insisting it wasn’t malaria. It didn’t feel like malaria. It was probably just a cold. A very bad cold, he’d finally allowed.

He slept now, snoring lightly, which he insisted he did whenever he was congested, but which she hadn’t been married to him long enough to experience first hand.

She reached out and touched his forehead, and while it was hot, it wasn’t the burning she remembered from his last attack. His lips looked dry, so she spooned some tepid tea into his mouth, hoping the reflex would kick in for him to swallow it while still asleep.

Instead, he choked, spitting it all out. At least there wasn’t enough to drench the bedclothes, she thought.

“What the devil are you trying to do?” he sputtered.

“I was trying to give you something to drink!” she replied, indignant. “You looked thirsty.”

“If I’m thirsty, I will tell you,” he grumbled.

She sat down, staring at him petulantly as he squirmed around, punching his pillows, trying to get comfortable.

“It’s not like I have much experience nursing,” she said, once he was settled. He grunted in reply. She raised her eyebrows at him, never looking away, even as he studiously kept his eyes away from her. “You wouldn’t be thirsty now, would you?” she asked, mildly.

“Perhaps just a bit,” he ground out.

She handed him the cup of tea and he downed it in a single swallow.

“Would you like another cup?”

He shook his head. “If I do, I shall have to p…” he cut himself off and cleared his throat, impatiently. “Sorry,” he apologized.

She waved his words away. “I have three brothers,” she reminded him. “Would you like me to fetch you the chamber pot?”

“I can do it myself,” he grumbled.

She shut her mouth. There was no use arguing with him when he was like this. He’d figure it out soon enough when he stood from the bed and collapsed right back into it.

“You’re quite feverish,” she said softly.

“It’s not malaria,” he said.

“I didn’t say it was.”

“You were thinking it.”

She sighed and took a deep breath. “What happens if it is malaria?”

“It isn’t,” he insisted.

“But what if it is?” She wouldn’t be deterred on this. She had to have an answer.

He turned toward her and looked her straight in the eye. “It. Isn’t,” he growled, through clenched teeth. He held her gaze for several seconds and then laid down and turned away from her.

She had her answer.

She rose to her feet so quickly, all the blood rushed from her head, making her sway for a moment.

“I’m going for a walk,” she informed him when she was more steady. “Just until the sun sets. I’ll be back soon.”

He didn’t speak, but shrugged his shoulders under the covers.

She ran.

~*~*~

The air was misty, the clouds threatening rain, so she headed toward the gazebo. It was open to the elements, but the roof would keep her at least somewhat dry if the sky did decide to open up.

By the time she got there, she could hardly breathe. Not from the exertion, but from struggling to keep her tears at bay. Once she was safely contained inside, she stopped trying.

Each sob was huge. Gasping. Coming from the depths of her lungs. From her very being.

Killian might be dying.

For all she knew, he was dying. And she’d be a widow twice over.

It’d nearly killed her before. She didn’t think she could survive it a second time.

It wasn’t right. It wasn’t fair! She couldn’t lose her second husband when so many women of the ton got to hold onto the same one for a lifetime. And they didn’t even love their husbands the way she did.

Emma’s thoughts came to a screeching halt.

She loved him.

Killian?

She loved Killian?

She closed her eyes - picturing his eyes, his face, his smile. Remembering his kiss, the way he touched her.

And she suddenly realized why everything felt so different between them. It wasn’t the fact that they were married, as she’d originally thought. It wasn’t because he was her husband, that she wore his ring on her finger.

It was because she loved him.

This thing between them wasn’t just passion. And it wasn’t wicked or forbidden.

It was love.

And it was glorious.

She loved Killian, not as a friend, but as her husband and her lover. She loved him with the same strength and intensity that she’d loved Liam. It was different, of course. They were different men. But the love she had for him was the love of a woman for a man and by God, she did not want him to die.

She rose to her feet and walked to the edge of the gazebo, looking up at the sky.

“You can’t do this to me!” she yelled. A fat drop of rain fell and landed on the bridge of her nose.

“Oh, no, You don’t!” she cried. Three more drops in quick succession. “Damn,” she whispered, wiping away the moisture on her face. “Sorry,” she mumbled at the sky again. She sat back down as the rain poured. Perhaps she’d let the rain disguise her own tears as well.

~*~*~

Killian opened his eyes, surprised to see that it was morning. His drapes were still firmly shut against the light, but there was a definite brightness on the rug below the window that could only be the sun. He must have been really tired.

He tried to sit up, but flopped back immediately, absolutely no strength in him to do so. Damn, he felt like death. Not the greatest comparison under the circumstances. But he could think of nothing else that really captured the ache through his entire body. The thought of sitting up was enough to make him groan in misery.

He touched his forehead, but couldn’t tell if he was still feverish. He just knew that he was covered in sweat and desperately needed a bath.

A soft sound at the door drew his attention. Emma came through carrying a tray with a small bowl and cup of tea. She wore no shoes on her feet, obviously trying to not disturb him, but when she came to the bed, she finally looked up to see him staring at her.

“Killian! You’re awake.”

He nodded. “What time is it?”

“Half eight. Not terribly late, really, except that you’ve been asleep since before the supper hour last night. How are you feeling? Are you hungry?”

“Like hell, and no. Thank you.” He didn’t mean to be short with her, but he really didn’t have the energy to engage in any meaningful conversation at the moment.

She smiled gently at him. “Would you like something to drink?”

“Please.”

She picked up the bowl from the tray and brought it to his lips. He sipped slowly, the lukewarm broth sliding down his throat. He nodded after a few swallows and lay back on the pillows.

“Do you have a fever?” she asked, her eyes filled with trepidation, as if she wanted his answer, but was afraid to hear it.

He tried to summon his devil-may-care smile, but failed miserably. “I’ve no clue.”

She reached out and touched the skin of his forehead. She jerked away quickly and leaned forward to press her lips to the skin she’d just touched.

“Emma?” he asked.

“You’re hot,” she breathed, her eyes wide in wonder. “You’re hot, Killian! You still have a fever!”

He could do nothing but blink at her.

“Don’t you see?” she asked, excitedly, “If you still have a fever, then it can’t be malaria!”

It took a moment for her words to sink in. And when they did, he almost didn’t believe it. But she was right! The malarial fevers always disappeared by morning. He may have insisted to her yesterday that it wasn’t malaria, but in truth, he hadn’t been so sure.

“It’s not malaria,” he breathed.

“You’re not going to die,” she whispered.

He waggled his eyebrows at her. “Did you really think I would? If there’s one thing I’m good at, Emma, it’s surviving.”

Her face fell in exasperation as she grabbed a napkin off the tray, dabbing at her eyes with it.

“Oh, you are such a man,” she said with a scowl.

He could do nothing but raise his eyebrows at that.

“You should know…” She broke herself off, shaking her head. “No. Not yet. Soon, but not yet.” She moved quickly toward the door. “I have to do something. I’ll be back soon. Don’t go anywhere.”

And she was gone, shutting the door behind her.

~*~*~

A quarter of an hour later, Killian was feeling remarkably better. Not well by any stretch of the imagination, but strong enough to get out of bed and call for Smee to have someone change the sheets of the bed.

He sat in the leather chair near his bed and looked out the window as he waited. Across the lawn, he could see Emma, bundled up in her coat and carrying something in her hand, but she was too far away for him to see exactly what it was.

When Smee arrived and he asked if he knew where Lady Kilmartin was going, he blessed the efficiency of the servants' gossip chain.

“She did not share with me where she was going, Sir, but she did ask the gardener for a clutch of peonies.”

Peonies. Liam’s favorite flower. They’d been the centerpiece of her wedding bouquet. It was almost appalling that he still remembered that all these years later, but though he’d gotten completely and blindingly drunk after Liam and Emma had left the party, he remembered the ceremony itself in excruciating detail.

He knew where Emma was going.

He’d been there only once since returning to Kilmartin. He’d gone alone, after that stunning revelation in his bedchamber when he suddenly realized Liam would have wanted him to marry Emma. He could almost imagine his brother sitting up there getting a good laugh out of the whole kerfuffle.

Did Emma realize…? Or was she still riddled with guilt?

He rose from his chair. He knew guilt. How it ate at your heart, tore at your soul. He knew the pain. How it sat like stones in one's belly. He wouldn’t wish it on anyone. But especially not on Emma.

She might not love him, she might not ever love him. But she was happier now than she was before they married, he’d bet his life on it.

Liam would have wanted her to be happy, to love again and to be loved, and Killian would be damned if she felt any shame or guilt over that happiness. He pulled clothes out of his dresser. He had to go to her. It might half kill him to get to the churchyard, but he had to make sure she knew she was free to be happy.

He could live without her love, but he couldn’t live without her happiness.

~*~*~

Emma sat down on the small blanket she’d brought, the green and gold of the Jones plaid making her smile wistfully.

“Hello, Liam,” she said, carefully arranging the peonies at the bottom of Liam’s headstone. She took a deep breath and looked over the fence surrounding the small graveyard. Liam’s grave was a simple affair, but that was what he would have wanted. Here in the corner of the churchyard, closest to his beloved Kilmartin, his favorite place in the world. So that’s what she’d given him.

“It’s been raining for weeks,” she said softly. “I’m glad to finally see the sun. I know you wouldn’t have minded, but I’ve missed it.” She paused for a few moments, gathering her thoughts. “I… I had a reason for coming here today, Liam. And now it comes to it, I’m having difficulty getting the words out. Something’s happened… I’m not quite sure how it happened…” She looked up to the sky, looking for some divine sign, but there was nothing. Nothing but the gentle breeze. “Maybe I shouldn’t have felt it at all. I don’t know. Or maybe I should have and I just thought I shouldn’t. But either way, it happened…” She chuckled lightly. “I suppose you might have guessed what happened. And who it happened with… Can you imagine?”

And then something truly extraordinary happened. It might have been accompanied by an earthquake of epic proportions, but instead, it felt like something settled inside her. Like the puzzle piece that would complete her, slipping into place for the first time.

She knew, she truly knew, that Liam wouldn’t have only imagined it, he would have wanted it.

He would have wanted her to marry Killian.

He would have wanted her to marry anyone she fell in love with, but she thought he’d be rather pleased that it was with Killian.

They were his two favorite people in the world, herself and his brother, and Liam would know they would love and cherish each other. They’d make each other happy.

“I love him, Liam,” she breathed, realizing it was the first time she’d said it out loud. “I love him so much.” Tears filled her eyes and she reached out, running her fingers along the headstone. “I never thought… I truly didn’t think I’d ever fall in love again. How could I? I loved you! I still love you! And finding a love like that again… it was impossible to imagine!” A soft smile touched her lips. “But it did happen. And it happened with Killian. I love him so much, Liam. And I can’t live without him. Thinking that he might be dying… I couldn’t bear it and I knew it was because I love him and I needed you to know. I needed to tell you…”

A sound from behind her made her turn, but before her eyes landed on him, she knew who was there. She could feel him.

“Killian,” she breathed. He was pale, and weak, and leaning against a tree for support, but to her, he looked perfect.

“Emma.”

She rose to her feet, her eyes never leaving his. “Did you hear me?”

“I love you,” he said hoarsely, tears gathered in the corners of his eyes.

“But did you hear me?” she asked again.

He nodded.

The distance between them disappeared. His arms wrapped around her and she buried her face in his chest, her tears soaking his shirt, but she couldn’t care less. She only needed his warmth enveloping her.

“I love you, I love you, I love you,” she repeated through her tears. She looked up at him to see the tears swimming in his cerulean gaze, a single one tracking down his cheek.

“I have no idea what I did to deserve you,” he murmured, stroking her cheek.

She laughed, just a short giggle, but full of joy nonetheless. “You didn’t have to do anything. You simply had to be.”

He took her hands in his and kissed the center of each palm. He’d tried so hard to convince himself that he didn’t need her love, that having her as his wife was enough, but now that she’d said it, now that she felt it, he knew better.

He couldn’t live without her.

This was bliss.

This was heaven.

This was love. True Love.

“For the rest of my life,” he vowed. “I will love you. I will fight for you. I will cherish you. To the end of the world, or time.”

She nodded. “Let’s go home.”

And as he looked back at Liam’s grave, he imagined he could see his brother, a smile on his face, his hand raised in blessing.

Killian nodded and allowed his wife to lead him home.

~*~*~

One Year Later

Ruth Nolan sat in her drawing room, working on a piece of embroidery, her face lifting every few minutes to look out the front windows of Number 5. It seemed like forever before she could see the Kilmartin carriage turning onto Bruton St.

She laid her project aside and rose quickly, calling for the butler. Opening the front door, she hurried down the steps to greet her… She came to a halt halfway down, fully realizing that this was the first time since Emma and Killian had returned to Scotland a year ago after Will and Belle were married that she’d seen them, and that Killian was no longer Emma’s brother-in-law, but her husband. And that made Killian her son.

In-law.

He stood on the curb outside the carriage, holding his hand toward the door. Ruth continued down the steps and he turned his handsome face toward her, mischief in his eyes and a smirk on his lips.

“Killian,” she beamed proudly, so happy to see him. He took her outstretched hand and brushed his lips across her knuckles. She clucked her tongue at him in annoyance and embraced him instead.

“Ruth,” he said, a note of chastisement in his voice.

“Ah, ah, ah. You are my son now,” she interrupted smoothly, “whom I haven’t seen in a year, and I will greet you as I would any of my other sons.”

His smile widened and became genuine as she released him. “Very well,” he agreed before turning to the door of the carriage again.

From within, Ruth could hear a familiar sound, though it had been quite some time since she’d heard it in person. Soft cooing followed by a gurgle.

Ruth’s jaw dropped open as she turned stunned and disbelieving eyes on Killian.

“Ruth, may I present, Lady Kilmartin and our son, William Killian Martin Robert Jones.” Emma appeared in the door of the carriage and took Killian’s hand, her opposite arm filled with a precious bundle that Ruth didn’t hesitate to take into her own arms.

Too overcome with joy to feel even the slightest aggravation over being kept in the dark about Emma’s pregnancy, Ruth looked down into the beautiful sky blue eyes of her newest grandchild.

“Oh, my sweet William,” she began in a lilting sing-song voice.

“Liam,” Emma interrupted gently.

“Liam,” Ruth agreed, her gaze never wavering as she turned and began climbing the steps back into the house. “I am your grandmama,” she continued. “The first thing we must do is introduce you to your family, don’t you think?”

Behind her, she could hear Killian chuckle. “Do you think we will see him again this entire visit?” he asked.

“Not likely,” Emma replied.

“Of course not,” Ruth called back. “Nolan, Locksley, and now Jones babies all love their grandmamas. Besides, it will give you more time to yourselves to work on giving this precious lad a baby sister.”

Which is exactly what they did.

And when the family arrived in London the following spring, it was to introduce and christen Hope Ruth Alice Jones.

The End

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Thank you all again for reading. This was a hard one to write and post and so I truly cannot tell y'all how much it means to me that you joined me for this journey! Thank you all from the bottom of my heart!!

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