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#A LITTLE BIT OF ANGST
shisui-shrine · 1 month
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Dating Shisui would include...
... him waking up before you just so he can admire your beauty
...him remembering every single detail you ever told him, no matter how mundane they may seem
...him always watching out for you when on missions
...him often giving you little gifts and souvenirs when he returns from a long mission
...him pulling you close by your waist and staying like that for a long time
...him making up dozens of stupid nicknames for you
...him teasing you to no end, just so he can see you pout
...him taking you to go stargazing and sharing all your deepest thoughts with one another
...him always watching out for you, even if you don't notice it all the time
...him begging you to wear his t-shirt
...him always playing with your hair when cuddling together
...him spooning you while you two drift off to sleep
...him glaring at everyone who's flirting with you
...him getting a little bit touchy during Tai-Jutsu training
...him always having an arm around you
...him always scared that you'll die on a mission
...him afraid that you're judging him for how he received his Mangekyo
...him frequently having nightmares of your death
...him always overthinking any type of mistake he did with you
...him worrying you'll eventually leave him because he's too busy
...him not being able to sleep properly when you're out on a mission
...him feeling pain in his chest whenever you got hurt on a mission
...him throwing up from anxiety whenever you're very late from a mission or got badly hurt
...him being terrified that Danzo will use you in order to blackmail him
...him being so scared he won't be able to protect you on missions that he overworks himself in training
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jacksparrowfanpage · 2 years
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"Kissin' Privileges."
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Requested by @Anonymous (If this isn’t what you imagined, I am happy to rewrite it!) 
Prompt #: 16
#: "Wait, no, don't take kissing privileges away from me."
“You have to stop throwing yourself into these dangerous battles, darling.” You said, wrapping up the captain's arm. The Black Pearl had gotten into a useless battle that had no outcome for either side with the British Royal Navy. Jack sipped on a bottle of rum, not responding to you. Faint waves crashed outside of the Captain’s cabin, that being the only source of noise throughout the entire ship. Everyone knew that the battle that just ensued was worthless. Half of the crew got injured, and you were one of the few untouched. 
Jack had gotten a nasty stab in the arm, and you could already see the blood seeping through the white cloth that you had just wrapped. Muttering a few words underneath your breath, you looked at your lovers’ face. Jack’s face was blank with emotion, which was a sight you almost never saw. 
“Darling, you know that battle was worth nothing. I know you have a thing out for the Navy, but think about how many people got hurt during that. There was no gain, only loss.” You took the bottle of rum away from Jack, unwrapping his arm and pouring a bit on his wound. A pained expression turned onto his face, him giving you a confused look. “Had to clean it.” You said, setting the bottle of rum away from him. “I’m not gonna let you drink away your sorrows and guilt in rum either.” You mumbled, cleaning the wound again, wrapping it. The Pearl didn’t need a captain with an infected wound. 
Jack once again, just went back to staring at the wall. This was just getting annoying by now. “Until you stop pouting, and talk to me like a human being and go back to being Jack Sparrow,” You paused, gathering up your few things that you had in the Captain’s cabin. “I’ll be sleeping in my old hammock, and there will be no affection. No kisses, no hugs, not even a brush of a hand.” You said, heading for the door. “Also, no rum.” Holding his bottle of rum, and the key to the rum cellar in your hands you walked out. 
Jack’s head finally looked at the door, huffing like a small child. “This isn’t fair…” He whined like a small child, flopping back onto his bed. The pirate knew it wasn’t the right thing to sail his crew into battles, but the Navy had been taunting him for a while now and he just needed to finally get his anger out of them. Multiple of their men had either died, or gotten heavily injured though. It may seem there had been no good outcome at all, but to Jack there was. He killed a few of their men. 
In most situations, he was happy to just verbally settle things. Most situations. Jack finally sat up on his bed, wincing from the pain in his arm. Getting to his feet, he walked over to his charts and opened his compass. It just spun in circles, not giving him a heading at all. 
He slammed the darn thing closed, walking out of the cabin. He looked over at the edge of the ship, watching the crashing waves for a moment. The waves were rather calm, and there was a nice breeze. The Pearl was just going in a random direction, somewhere in the Atlantic Ocean. 
The Captain finally took a deep breath, heading down to where the crew’s hammocks were. Looking around the dark room, he pulled out his compass. It landed directly to where you were laying, half asleep. 
“Luv, wake up.” He gently shook you awake, watching your eyes flutter open. You stood up out of your hammock, crossing your arms. It was easy to tell that you were annoyed at the Captain, but rather everyone was on the ship currently. Even the monkey that refused to leave. 
“Let’s go talk, not here.” Jack went to grab your hand, but you stepped away from him. There was a flash of hurt in his eyes, but sighed and walked away. You followed behind him, willing to see what he wanted to say to you. Once you were up on deck, away from everyone else, Jack immediately turned to you. 
“Please, luv, please forgive me. I know that was a useless battle.” He said, a pleading look on his face. 
“I’m not the one you should be apologizing to. I’m not injured, Captain.” You said, crossing your arms. “I know, I know you're not injured, but ye said.. That no kisses. I’m not sure if I could live without those or ye might as well send me off to the Kracken again.” 
It was a bit funny, watching the proud Jack Sparrow plead to you. Something that you never thought you would see. “Go apologize, to all that were injured in that battle you put us through.” You grabbed his chin, looking directly into his eyes. “I can assure you, the whole crew would like that. None of us are leaving your command, but they could if they really wanted to.” Jack just nodded, stepping away and back down into the crew’s cabin. 
You sat down on the steps of the ship, looking up at the sky. After a few minutes, but what felt like forever, your lover came back onto deck. 
“Did they accept your apology?” You asked, looking up at the Captain. He just nodded, seeming relieved it was over. “They be goin’ to use that against me, forever.” He said, sitting down next to you. 
“Since, I got put the torture of that,I believe that I be getting kissin’ privileges back.” Jack said, wrapping his none injured arm around you. “I suppose so.” You said, placing a soft kiss on his lips.
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onehundredflamingos · 5 months
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9 / freezing / 517 words
Unofficial jegulus microfics with @emlovessid
“I made you a key,” James blurted out, hand flying to Regulus’ wrist as he made his way toward the front door. “If you wanted—you can sleep over if you want, come and go whenever.”
“James…” Regulus trailed off, eyes downcast.
James ignored him and rushed to the kitchen, toward the narrow drawer of junk and pulled out the spare key he had made, locksmith key tag and everything.
“Here,” James said, pressing the key into Regulus’ hand. “You can use it any—“
Regulus shook his head, set the key on the end table near the front door. “James, I can’t, I’m not…”
“You’re never going to be ready, Reg! It’s been a year and you can’t even look at me when I try to talk about a future with you!” James was shouting now, eyes filling with tears. “I can’t…do this anymore, not if you don’t see this going anywhere.”
James felt a sob rising in his chest, so much emotion boiling over when all he wanted was to give his boyfriend access to his entire life—his body, his heart, his home. It had been so long and he wanted a future with Regulus, not only sporadic, last minute dinner dates.
Regulus wouldn’t even talk about it, made no effort to meet him somewhere.
James made to turn away from Regulus, desperate to get away from the conversation, to shed his tears alone, to feel the blow of his decision to end things before they went any further, alone. “You can let yourself out—take the key, or don’t.”
James took one last look at Regulus, at his beautiful face and dark hair, his perfect hands and body and mouth. Finally, he sucked in a shuddering breath and turned away fully, heading straight for his bedroom.
“I love you, James.”
James nearly stumbled, immediately freezing in place at the words. It had been months since James had begun saying that, and Regulus never said it back. James was fine with it, really, he was, because Regulus said it back in his own way—tucking his head into the crook of James’ neck, pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth, smiling in that soft way that only James got to see.
James had always known Regulus loved him, but to hear the words…
It felt like hope.
It felt like maybe this was Regulus’ way of discussing a future, of moving forward—in his own way, just like his expression of love over the last several months.
“I love you,” Regulus said again.
James turned to face Regulus now, tears still falling down his face, but for an entirely different reason than before. “I—you do?”
Regulus nodded his head, stalking toward James. “I’ll be ready, I will. I’ll take the key when I’m ready, but not yet. Please don’t give up on me.” Regulus said the last bit in a whisper, a plea.
James clenched his eyes shut, willing his bleeding heart to not steer him wrong. He opened his eyes and nodded his head back at Regulus.
This was a good step—I love you was a good step.
The key step could wait.
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porcelainmortal · 29 days
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WIP Wednesday
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A million thanks to @iboatedhere for the tag! My new in-office schedule at work means that I have no idea what day it is. I've been working feverishly on something I've dubbed The Big Sad. (Don't worry, Handyman Alex is still underway, I just need to edit it.)
Since there is not much else in the pike except for randomly scribbled paragraphs of ideas, here is a bit from The Big Sad (working title), which will of course have a happy ending, because I'm a masochist but not a psychopath.
Alex turns his back to Henry and Henry places his hands on Alex’s shoulder, slowly starting to press into the muscles. It feels good, but also like Henry is struggling to get a good grip.  “Do you mind taking your sweatshirt off?” Henry asks. “No,” Alex replies, voice hoarse. He pulls his hoodie off, his t-shirt lifting in the back as he does so. He pulls his shirt back into place, feeling oddly vulnerable. Henry resumes his massage, pushing into the knots at the base of Alex’s neck and pressing along his shoulder blades, releasing the tension in the muscles. Henry wasn’t exaggerating; he’s really good at this. Alex leans into it, feeling his body and mind begin to relax under Henry’s talented hands. His mind starts to wander, wondering what else Henry’s hands might be talented at. He knows that he was a pianist before he left London, so his hands are not just strong, but agile. The thought makes Alex shiver. “Oh, I’m sorry, are you cold?” Henry asks softly, his voice barely above a whisper.
Tagging @kiwiana-writes @anchoredarchangel @peachesobviously @inexplicablymine @indomitable-love @clottedcreamfudge @cricketnationrise @cha-melodius @orchidscript and an open tag for anyone who wants to take it! Please tag me if you do, I'd love to see what you're working on. 🙃
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mischuchay · 2 months
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so... i finally finished it, i'm not really feeling well these past few days so i hope y'all still like this ZoSan modern au that i made, hehe
*credits to this ZoSan fan art
twitter: Ell @shiodraws
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lordlexion · 4 months
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“You’ll decline my offer of immortality…” Said Q as if shocked. But his emotions were more subtle than shock, a bewilderment and somehow regret and bitter disappointment.
“I want to live out my days as a human, Q.” The answer was simple. It seemed as if saying it to him was nothing. Another day, another dull and uninteresting day for him to live. “And die as a human being.” Nothing could change his mind. No matter how much Q begged and pleaded - as much as Q would be able to do - he would not change.
There was silence.
There were glances that should have carried unspoken words, but it was not enough. Not with Picard, who did not understand the language Q so desperately wanted to use. To speak to him in a way that only the two of them could understand.
But he wasn't the first to break the silence.
Not this time.
“I promise to live out my days with you, Q.” Stern voice was the only thought Q could process beyond the pain that gripped him.
Silence.
“Anything for you, Jean-Luc.” No matter how much Picard's words hurt and no matter how much he wished the reality was different, he was sure of his words. There was no truer truth than what he had said. He would have done anything for him.
And he did.
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dreamlandcreations · 2 months
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Assistant to the Villain got me by the cover title...
fortunately I read/watched a review or two and figured this book is not for me (since apparently the "plot" has very little to do with the title 😒) BUT I did like the idea, so I'm writing it...
The question is:
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envydeanwrites · 10 months
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For @starcrosseddeancas 's Dreamy Drabble Week
#4: touch
Dean's skin feels like a live wire, as if anyone who touches him will get burned, hurt, or worse. But there's still that sick feeling inside him, that want, the need, for someone to just… hold him.
He barely notices himself doing it. Just going to his room alone after a hunt, patching himself up with a needle and thread, or dabbing away the blood with a cold cloth.
Then he's leaving the room as soon as Sam or Cas enter it, not feeling like socialising or talking or being near them. As soon as his bedroom door closes, the burning need in his heart starts back up.
A gentle knock raps at his door and he stays silent like he can't be noticed.
Castiel's head pokes around the door. He doesn't ask for permission to come in, just enters and closes the door softly behind him.
Touch me, Dean hopes.
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quicksilversg1rl · 1 year
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Jealousy, Jealousy
Warren Lipka x Fem Reader 
a/n: This is my first fic on Tumblr so please bear with me 💋
Warnings: angst
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You were in deep shit. Ever since you and Warren became friends you vowed to yourself that you wouldn't catch feelings for him, that you wouldn't fall into the stereotype of ‘the girl best friend is always in love with the boy best friend’ and for most of your high school career you hadn't. Fast forward to college, your previous boy best friend had moved to the other side of the world so naturally the two of you drifted, you were still friends but not best friends.
Then you met Warren. 
You still remember the day so clearly; you were sitting during one of your lectures, ‘listening’ attentively to your professor when this guy stumbled in late causing everyone in the lecture hall to look at him. You were sat right at the back far from everyone else hoping to not have an interaction with any of the other students when the boy stumbled up towards you and sat in the seat right next to you.
You immediately tensed up, fearing that the mystery boy would interact with you, and just as the thought popped into your head the stranger tapped your shoulder.
“Hi uh sorry to ask you this but where are we in the lesson?” You just looked at him and slowly turned your laptop towards him to show him that you weren't even listening to the professor, you were reading one of your favourite books, Little Women.
He let out a little laugh before leaning in closer to get a better look at the book you were reading. 
He looked as if he recognized the book, so you asked, “Have you read Little Women?”
“Oh God no, I think the last time I read a book was in the 6th grade.” he said which caused a laugh to escape your mouth. You hadn't realized how loud it was because as you looked up everyone in the lecture hall was staring up at you and the mystery boy. This caused the both of you to laugh, luckily the lesson ended just as the both of you had calmed down from laughing and you walked out together. 
“My names Warren by the way.”
“Y/n.” You said smiling.
And that was how you and Warren became friends. 
Fast forward to now. Two years later. 
You, Warren and Spencer were in the car on the way to a party. You were the designated driver as you knew both Warren and Spencer were planning on getting high and probably drinking a lot of alcohol. 
The three of you reached the party and you could hear the music blasting from inside the house. There were people all over the front lawn, making out, chugging different types of alcohol or people that were simply passed out.
You all made your way inside the house and walked towards the kitchen area. As the boys grabbed cups you spotted a few of your friends across the room and wanted to go say hi to them. 
You tugged on Warren’s shirt as the music was too loud for him to hear you.
Once he noticed he leant down to try and hear you better, as he did this one of his arms wrapped around the small of your back. The action made the blood in your face rush towards your cheeks. You had no idea why you were getting so flustered; this was something Warren regularly did. Maybe it had something to do with the way he was looking down at you or the fact that you were head over heels in love with him, who knows?
“I’m gonna go say hi to a few of my friends real quick, okay?”
“Okay cool just don’t disappear for too long.” He said patting your back as you smiled up at him.
You pulled away from him and made your way to your other friends.
You talked to them for a little while before making your way back to Warren and Spencer. Once you reached the spot the three of you were in before, you spotted the two boys downing shots and cheering at the top of their lungs for God knows what. A few people had gathered around them, so you made your way through them to get to Warren. Once Warren’s eyes caught sight of you, a huge smile had plastered itself onto his face. 
“Heyyyy Y/n where were you?” He said slurring a few of his words. Clearly that shot was not their first. You looked over at Spencer and he was just standing there smiling, clearly buzzed. 
“You okay Spence?”
He never gave you an answer, just a wonky smile and a thumbs up.
Before you could even say anything further to Spencer, Warren had slumped his body on top of yours.
“Warren please get off of me, you're way too heavy sorry.” You said, holding the boy in your arms.
“Y/nnnnn I’m hungry could you pleaseeee make me a grilled cheese sandwich, please please please pleaseeee.”
“Warren, I can’t make you a grilled cheese sandwich just-” but before you could even finish your sentence, he was at the kitchen counter taking shots with spencer and a few other people.
You took this as your opportunity to quickly use the bathroom, not thinking you’d be gone for too long.
And you weren't. Once you were done you made your way downstairs but was quickly pulled to the side by one of your girl friends. She pulled you towards the rest of the group and the conversation quickly started up. The girls and you had been talking for so long you completely forgot you were supposed to go back to the two boys you were basically looking after. You pulled your phone from out your jacket pocket and checked the time. It was nearing 4am. You hadn't realized how long you had been away, so you quickly bid your goodbyes to your friends and made your way to the spot you last saw the boys and as expected they weren't there.
You quickly searched around the bottom floor of the house and spotted Spencer asleep on one of the couches in the living room. You made your way towards him and lightly tapped his cheek trying to get him to wake up. His eyes slowly fluttered open.
“Hey Spencer, no-no stay awake for me, okay? Now do you know where Warren is?”
He let out a bunch of words none of them making sense and then closed his eyes again. You realized you weren't going to get any answers from Spencer, so you lightly slapped him across the cheek and slung his arm around your neck, trying to get him up from the couch. You slowly but surely got him up and made your way towards your car. You put Spencer in the back seat and then quickly locked the car and made your way inside the house again to look for Warren.
You had decided to check upstairs and once you reached the second bathroom; you walked in on a guy and a girl making out. Before you could close the door, they turned towards you, and you realized that the guy was Warren. It felt almost as if your heart had sunken to your stomach, so you quickly exited the bathroom muttering a quiet ‘sorry’. You could feel the tears brimming at your eyes but quickly made sure they weren't visible when you heard Warren’s voice calling after you.  
You turned towards him and plastered on a fake smile. 
“Sorry for interrupting but I just wanted to come find you since it’s getting really late, Spencer already in the car but if you’re gonna stay here that's cool just needed to come find you.”
“Oh, hey no I’m still coming home with you let me just tell her I’m not coming back.” he said slurring a few of his words once again.
You just smiled and watched as he made his way towards the bathroom again. 
Once he was inside you heard the girl shout something along the lines of ‘are you fucking kidding me?’ and then Warren quickly slipped out. As he was making his way towards you the girl stepped out of the bathroom and gave you the dirtiest look you have ever gotten since fucking high school. You reciprocated the dirty look as well as moving your hands in a jerking off motion and then eventually flipping the bird. She rolled her eyes and made her way into one of the rooms.
You and Warren made your way to your car in silence and once you reached it you both got in without saying a word. You looked to the backseat to check up on Spencer and he was still fast asleep.
As you were making your way towards your apartment Warren spoke up, breaking the uncomfortable silence.
“Hey Y/n that-that girl and I aren't anything okay?”
“Warren, you don't need to explain yourself, that's your personal life, has nothing to do with me besides we’re just friends right so no need to explain anything.” 
He opened his mouth to say something but quickly closed it and just sat back.
It had been a few days since that night and truth be told you had been avoiding Warren trying to clear your head and deal- suppress-with your feelings alone.
Warren on the other hand was going nuts. Since the two of you had met, there had not been one day where you didn't talk and since the night of the party you and Warren hadn't spoken for two days. He had called Spencer so many times trying to figure out why you two weren't talking. Usually, he didn't care when someone was mad at him or ignoring him, but it was different with you. His heart couldn't stand you being mad at him, it absolutely broke him.
Suddenly Warren had found himself in front of your door frantically knocking on it.
You quickly made your way towards the door and once you saw who was behind it your heart dropped once again.
“Can I come in?”
“Yea of course.” you said not really wanting to deal with all of this right now.
“Look Y/n are we okay? I just- it feels like you’re mad at me and I’m sorry for whatever it is I’ve done, and I promise I’ll make it up to you just please talk to me!” he said grabbing ahold of your hands.
You truly felt like shit. The last thing you wanted was to make him feel as if he had done something wrong.
“Warren, you didn't do anything wrong I just needed some space to deal with my emotions and shit I was just getting into my head too much.” you said playing with your fingers knowing you weren’t telling the whole truth.
“Bullshit! You’re lying and do not even try and spin me another shit story just tell me the fucking truth! Please.”
The corners of your eyes stung as tears brimmed them.
“I’m not lying Warren I-”
“Stop it, just stop it. I know you’re lying because you do this thing with your hands when you’re lying and you’re doing it right fucking now!”
He was right. It was an awful habit of yours. When you were younger you could never lie to your mother as she’d immediately see you playing with your fingers, and she’d know that you were lying.
“FUCK IT! You wanna hear the truth, Warren? Well, here it is. I LIKE YOU! So, fucking much and seeing you with that blonde chick the other night hurt so fucking much but I couldn't even be hurt because we were never anything and I felt so fuckin’ stupid I just needed to be alone. So there that's all of it you happy now???”
You hadn’t realized how much of a relief it was to finally get that off your chest. 
You looked towards Warren wiping a tear that had managed to escape. He just stood there and next thing you know he was smiling and laughing. 
You felt yourself grow angry; you were confessing your feelings to him, and he was just standing there laughing? What the fuck?
“Oh, of course this is funny to you. Seriously fuck you, Warren.”
You turned around and was making your way to your room when Warren grabbed your arms and brought you flush against his chest. Before you could even protest against him, he smashed his lips against yours.
Your eyes widened and before you could get lost in the kiss you pulled away and pushed against his chest.
“What the fuck Warren? Why-” 
“God Y/n I have liked you since the first time I layed eyes on you, which wasn’t in that lecture hall. It was when I saw you leaving campus like a few days before and I immediately thought you were the most beautiful girl I had ever seen. That’s why I decided to sit next to you that day when I came late. I needed to get to know you and once I did, I realized you were as beautiful on the inside as you were out and I told myself even if I can’t be with you in the way I wanted to, I at least wanted to be your friend.”
Your eyes widened in surprise; you were speechless. You had never ever heard Warren speak like that before, about anyone.
“And all those other girls meant nothing to me, they were a mere distraction so I could focus less on my unreciprocated feelings for you.” 
You just found yourself standing there and all you could do was laugh.
You couldn't believe how dumb the two of you were.
Warren began to laugh with you and before you knew it you were moving closer to him and leaning into his chest. 
Once he calmed down, he leaned down and pressed a kiss to your head slowly making your head look up at his.
“I’m sorry for ignoring you and being so blind to all of this.”
“And I’m sorry for not making my hints more obvious. I Like you a lot Y/n, more than I like weed.”
You laughed at his statement before he leant down to press another kiss on your lips.
The two of you spent the rest of the day content in each other's arms, watching movies, cuddling and making out. Making out quite a lot. :)
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a/n: I did not mean to make it this long lmao, but I got carries away! Let me know what you think about it and leave some requests if you have. I’m probably going to be writing for most of Evan’s characters too so yea and if you guys want to be added to a tag list for these fics just let me know below.
Thanks for reading <3 
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popcorn-plots · 2 months
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HEY ITS JAY (frenchbaguette190) I have a writing prompt!! Anonymous valentine from within a friendship group (it's probably basic you don't have to use it)
OMG HI!!! It's been a while!! How are you?
TYSM for your prompt! It's really cute, I love the friends to lovers trope sm <3
Anyways, it gives off Ironstrange vibes because Wong would have totally picked up on Stephen's crush (actually, everyone can. This man is so oblivious it hurts) and makes him confess to Tony, even anonymously.
Anyways, I had a lot of fun writing this, but I got a little carried away so it's a bit of a long one... and not exactly 'friend group', but I think it's close enough.
Thanks again, Jay!!!!
The moment the door closed, Wong turned to Stephen and cleared his throat.
Stephen tore his gaze from the door and looked at Wong. "What?"
Wong crossed his arms. "When will you realize that Stark is literally head over heels for you?" he asked.
Stephen's brows furrowed. "Him? The gorgeous genius billionaire, falling for me?" Stephen snorted, a light blush dusting his cheeks. "Yeah, right. It's not like he'd care about a useless doctor who does magic tricks for a living. Get your head checked, Wong."
Stephen shook his head and climbed the stairs to his room. Wong almost screamed. Months of this. Months and they were both oblivious. The only good thing about the situation was that Stephen's negative self-talk was getting better. Everything else was hard to watch.
Stephen was completely and totally in love with Stark. Stark was utterly smitten with the doctor. Neither one knew that the other returned the feelings. Wong had tried to set them up, even worked with the other Avengers (who were just as sick of it as he was), but it never works. Wong didn't think there was anyone more oblivious than those two.
And he grew up in Kamar-Taj with a bunch of emotionally repressed sorcerers.
It was take to try harder: desperate times call for desperate measures, and all that.
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A week later, Wong found his solution. The Avengers were hosting a Valentine's Ball charity event and even better, it was anonymous. You address a Valentine to someone without signing your name. Valentine's are passed out at the end of the night.
The perfect opportunity to make Stephen confess. Even if it was anonymous.
When Stephen returned from the monthly Avengers meeting, blushing with a love-struck smile, Wong pounced. "Stephen."
Stephen looked at him and smiled. "Yes, Wong?"
"The Avengers, that means Stark, are hosting a Valentine's Ball with an anonymous Valentine's drop. The invitation explains it. You are going."
Stephen nodded, that stupid grin still on his face. "Okay. Tony's great. I like Tony."
"I know. Everyone knows, except Tony."
Stephen sighed. The smile faded slightly. "That's because he doesn't like me back."
Wong sighed. "Send him a Valentine's and see what happens. He. Likes. You."
Stephen rolled his eyes. "If you say so, Wong. Where's the invite?"
Wong resisted the urge to facepalm, instead handing Stephen the invitation and walking away. He had a class at Kamar-Taj he needed to get to.
Two hours later, Wong found Stephen singing softly in the kitchen. It wasn't unusual to hear Stephen singing, but Wong didn't recognize the song.
He turned to corner to see Stephen hunched over the table, writing... something.
"Love me tender, love me dear... Tell me you are mine... I'll be yours through all the years... Till the end of time..." Stephen was singing under his breath.
Wong frowned. He didn't recognize the song.
"What song is that?" Wong asked.
Stephen looked up. He smiled. "Love Me Tender by Elvis Presley. Anyway You Want Me, Side B. 1956."
Wong nodded. "And... what is that?"
Stephen grinned. "A card. For Tony."
The party wasn't for another week. Wong resisted the urge to sigh.
"Can I see?"
Stephen hummed. "I just finished." He turned the card around and showed Wong what he was making. In large, wobbly letters, Stephen had written out a short, but simple message.
Dear Tony.
I Love you.
Love, Anonymous.
Wong nodded. "Keep that safe. Tony'll love it."
"Hopefully."
Wong just hoped that Stark would finally realize that Stephen loved him back. Maybe then Wong could get some peace from Stephen's incessant pining.
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The night had finally arrived and Stephen was a nervous wreck. Wong was sick of it.
"Just walk in, drop your card in the box, and have a good time. It's that simple."
"No it's not! He'll see it and he'll think it's dump, or it'll get lost in all the other Valentine's for him and he'll never find it!" Stephen nearly wailed. Wong sighed and sat next to him on the stairs, pulling him into a short side hug. A sign of affection he definitely wasn't used to showing, but Stephen needed it.
"He'll love it. It'll be okay. Deep breath."
Stephen took a deep breath. "Okay... You sure?"
"I'm sure. Now go before you're late."
The doctor took another deep breath. "I look okay?"
Wong looked at Stephen. He wore a rented black tux with a red bowtie with gold accents, giving it away as the Cloak. The suit was well-fitted and accentuated Stephen's legs and shoulders. "You look great."
"You really think so--"
"Yes. If you don't leave now, I will not hesitate to portal you into the lobby myself."
Stephen chuckled. "I'm going, I'm going."
"Good. Begone."
Stephen stepped through a portal of his own and Wong let out a long breath. Hopefully Stephen resolved the mutual pining; Wong was on his last straw. And while he was gone, Wong had his own Valentine to attend to.
~~
Stephen came home two hours later, portalling straight to his room.
Wong decided not to bother him.
~~
The next day, Stephen woke up late. It wasn't uncommon for Stephen to sleep in, so Wong wasn't concerned. He only started to get worried when Stephen didn't come down after lunch.
Wong was about to go up to Stephen's room to see what was wrong when someone knocked on the door. And didn't stop.
Wong sighed and walked back down the stairs. "I'm coming, I'm coming..."
He opened the door to find Tony Stark. Dressed in an oil-stained Black Sabbath T-Shirt and sweatpants, his hair windswept and his eyes wide. He looked like he was crazy.
"Stark."
"Where's Stephen?"
Wong sighed. He glanced at the ceiling, then back to Stark. "I'll get him. Close the door behind you."
Stark nodded, almost frantically, as Wong headed up the stairs. He knocked on Stephen's door, sighing at the muffled groan.
"Stark's here. Go talk to him."
Stephen was silent for a second. "Don't wanna."
Wong felt like screaming. "Cloak?" He hissed.
There was a shuffling of fabric and a scream. "I'M UP! I'M UP!"
Wong chuckled. The Cloak was just as sick as Wong was with their pining, it seemed.
Stephen finally opened the door, hair disheveled with bags under his eyes. He wore an over-sized Columbia T-Shirt and biker shorts.
"Stark's downstairs."
"Don't wanna."
The Cloak pushed Stephen out of his room, nearly shoving him down the stairs.
"Hey! I'm not decent!" Stephen shouted as the Cloak lifted him up, flew him downstairs, and deposited him in front of Stark.
"Stephen..."
Stephen's eyes widened. "T-Tony..."
Wong had half a mind to summon a bag of popcorn.
"Is this yours?" Tony asked, holding up Stephen's crumpled Valentine.
Stephen glanced at the paper, then to Tony, then back to the paper. "I... I thought I threw that away..." He whispered.
Ah, so that's what happened.
"Well... I.. JARVIS saw it. Told me you never even came in." Tony admitted.
Stephen looked like he was close to tears. Wong didn't know how to feel about what he just heard.
"I... I'm sorry. I-"
Tony raised a hand and unfolded the paper.
"Dear Tony," He read. Stephen's breath hitched. "I love you."
Stephen swallowed. He nodded, slowly. "Love, Anonymous." He croaked.
Tony smiled, grabbing the front of Stephen's shirt.
"I love you too, douchebag." Stephen eyes widened as Tony pulled him down into a kiss.
Wong resisted the urge to cheer. Finally.
~~~
The song Stephen is singing: Love Me Tender by Elvis Presley
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Happy Friday! How about "I didn’t know what to do” for Fenhawke?
And managed to squeeze in another one for @dadrunkwriting; I know this was a long time coming, but take some hurt and comfort x3 Pairing: Fenris/mHawke Rating: T Length: 1029
“Hawke… what in the Maker’s name…” Fenris started, only to be interrupted by the man in front of him. 
“I didn’t know what to do.”
He’d never seen Hawke so lost before, his voice just barely reaching his ears as he stood in front of his house, the rain pouring down on him. His hair and clothes were soaked, his whole form shivering as he watched him with concern.
“Come in.” It was all he could say at the moment, stepping aside and waiting for the man to pass by.
His manor was cold and not offering much of the comfort Hawke needed right now, but there was hope that whatever Danarius's manor lacked, he could give to the mage who was so caught up in his grief he could barely hold himself.
Fenris knew that it hadn’t been that long ago, that Hawke lost his sister.
She’d been bright and beautiful, that much Hawke had told him. A ray of sunshine just as Merrill; Someone with a bright future ahead and gone way too soon. Of course, he had never mentioned how it came to be, but it was obvious to him that Hawke blamed herself for her death.
But, Bethany shouldn’t be the only one of the Hawke’s to fall.
His brother followed shortly, though not dead but cursed and poisoned with the black blood of the dark brood. At least, they had made sure to see him to safety by finding the Grey Wardens in the deep roads. The only ones who could more or less cure him of the illness that befell him.
Yet, today had marked another bitter death, as they had just witnessed the cruel death of Leandra Hawke, Hawke's mother.
Her death had been gruesome, her body tempered with the darkest of magic and used in the sickest ritual he ever witnessed. He couldn’t ever imagine watching someone from his family die in that way, and he hoped that he never witnessed something like that before he lost his memory.
“I wished there was anything I could say, but I know there is none.” 
Fenris felt it was his duty to fill the silence for once as he led Hawke through the manor and into the only lit room. He knew that there was no comfort he could offer, no word enough to heal the deep wound in Hawke’s chest.
“But I want you to know, I am here,” he added.
These were the only soothing words he could think of when he opened a bottle of wine, pouring a glass for Hawke and then for himself. They drank in silence for a moment, listening to the haunting sound of the wind rushing through the mansion as they indulged in the bittersweetness the wine had to offer.
“Thank you.” Hawke croaked out, not believing how weak he sounded at the moment. “I just… can’t believe she is gone,” he added, his shoulders slumped. “To think she had been killed like… like that.”
What if his magic was tainted too? What if he would destroy all that he loved? 
He couldn’t bear the thought of any more deaths; The blood on his hand. Wasn’t there enough that had been taken from him already? Enough that either magic or the Blight had taken from him?
“There was nothing you could have done,” Fenris assured him.
It was hard for him to see Hawke faltering like this. To see him as a broken man, devoid of all hope, while Hawke should be more. He was the man who pulled them all out of their dark worlds after all.
It was he, who had promised to stand with him till the end, he who had not cared about anything but his friends and his family all along.
“I know, and yet…” Hawke was almost too silent for him to hear it, as he went on. “And yet, I wished I could have saved her. Bethany too…” he added with a bitter smile. “Mother was right back then, I should have stopped her…”
“Hawke…” Fenris's voice snapped through the comforting firelit darkness like a whip. 
His brows were furrowed, and his green eyes narrowed when he regarded him harshly. “Bethany is dead. She made her choice.” The words were harsh but needed. “If she was the woman you told me about, there would have been nothing to stop her from what she did.” It was important for him that Hawke knew that.
“The same counts for Carver, I got to know him and by the Maker, he was a stubborn man.”
Hawke chuckled slightly at that. Yes, indeed he had been. His brother could have been a bit of a prick sometimes and Hawke knew there was no way, he could have talked him out of the Deep Road’s mission.
As for his mother… he knew that no one would have been able to save her. Not even his father.
“Thank you.” At least, there was some kind of peace to be found in that truth. And maybe Fenris was better when it came to comforting than he thought he was. “I am sorry for ambushing you in the middle of the night,” he added with an embarrassed smile that made him almost look a bit goofy.
“I just…”
“It’s alright.” Fenris interrupted him, knowing what the other man wanted to say. He too had felt lost not too long ago, saved by no one but Hawke himself. Of course, he was too prideful to admit it at the very moment.
“You can stay here for tonight if that is what you want?” The elf added with a polite cough, half of his face hiding within the shadow while the other one carried the warmth of the lit fireplace. “There should be a leftover chamber that should be… not in a too poor state.”
“I’d love that, thank you.” Hawke’s smile was warm when he replied, the ghosts still haunting him and clutching onto him. There was probably not much he could do against that, but it was that very moment he swore to himself to make Hawke smile as much as possible.
No matter the cost.
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I am SO excited to present my part 2 for the ACOTAR Writing circle 3. Big thanks to @azrielshadowssing for putting this together. Make sure you check out the master list for this event here!
I was assigned to write part 2 of Someday, Today, a Helion/LoA AU fic started by @thehaemanthus
You can read Part 1 on Tumblr here or check it out on AO3!
Read Part 2 below. It will be added to AO3 soon!
As soon as he walked into the ballroom, his eyes found her. Fuck if he knew why.
Scratch that. He knew why; he just wished he could stop himself. Much like he’d been spending the last few weeks doing all he could not to think about seeing Corissa again. There was no reason to dwell on it. No reason for the anticipation that twisted his stomach and had his heart thudding in his chest.
Helion straightened his tie and strode straight toward the bar, where Corissa Vanserra just happened to be speaking with the bartender. But he was only approaching this station because it was the closest. It definitely wasn’t because of the smooth, porcelain skin and wavy, auburn waterfalls that took him back to simpler times. Happier times.
She was breathtaking, the navy of her floor-length gown a perfect contrast to her complexion. Something was different, though, with this version of Cora. Her makeup wasn’t magazine-cover perfection. Her hair wasn’t intricately styled – instead, it fell in a tumble of waves down her back. And the only jewelry she wore was a pair of modest pearl studs in her ears.
Her fingers were bare. Not a wedding band in sight.
Dammit, he’d been consumed by that singular observation since the day he’d picked up his tickets for this gala. And the fact that she was working, something he thought Beron would never stand for.
Helion never understood what Corissa saw in the man. Cora had always been the definition of warmth – gentle and loving and kind. She’d laughed easily, and her eyes were always sparkling with a zest for life. He’d never forgotten how wrong it felt, watching the hope and happiness fade from those eyes as he pulled away. When she’d begged him to stay with her, when she promised that she could love enough for the both of them, until he was ready to fully commit. He’d loved her, too. Of course he had, but he knew that wouldn’t be enough for either of them.
And now here she was, her light makeup doing little to hide the rings of sleeplessness under her eyes. Perhaps that’s what happened when you had seven children – seven boys for that matter. But he couldn’t deny this sensation that tickled the back of his neck, a mysterious brush that seemed to whisper that there was more to her than he currently understood.
And, fuck him, he wanted to know. And that was more frustrating than anything else, because he’d come back to Cora over and over. Helion knew it was stupid to assume that he could just waltz into her life and tell her that he was finally ready to settle down, and that would be it. ‘Better late than never’ didn’t really apply when you’d married into the affluent Vanserra family, and even less after children were involved. But it had still shattered him to be dismissed. He’d thought their love could see them through whatever challenges their relationship might face, and she’d told him that she still loved him every time their paths crossed.
Except for that day in the office. How convenient of him to forget that tidbit. She didn’t admit that her youngest son was likely a result of their last tryst. She didn’t reveal anything about her life, about why she was working and why her ring finger was bare.
“Sir?” The soft call brought him blinking back to the present, the bartender and Corissa both eyeing him with curiosity. Apparently it had been his turn to order for quite some time. His gaze fell on the redhead, her russet eyes wide and deep and soulful. And he couldn’t take it. Not when she’d so clearly thrown up that wall between them. It had been foolish that he hadn’t been able to fully acknowledge it until this moment, lost in his thoughts like a lovesick teenager.
Helion painted on a practiced, pleasant smile and dipped his chin to the server. “My apologies, I think I should wait, now that I think about it.” Then he gave a curt nod to Cora, his tone hardening. “Lovely to see you, Mrs. Vanserra.”
He turned on his heel, though he thought she may have flinched at the name. But he wasn’t going to stick around long enough to get tangled in her web again. What better time than the present to fully close the door on the Cora Vanserra chapter of his life? The sooner he did, the sooner he could get on with his own future.
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His resolve had lasted through dinner: a whole hour and thirty minutes. Pathetic.
What made it worse? His eyes clearly had not gotten the message. While his heart was guarded and his mind was made up, his glances always seemed to land on her, his eyes tracking her on the fringes of the room. She was clearly there as an employee and not a guest, but her gentle smiles were the same as when she’d attended events such as these on Beron’s arm. There was never any pretense; she cared about this cause. And, much to his own dismay, it warmed something deep within him.
But then, as the dessert plates were being collected and the society elite began milling about once more, he lost her. No dress the color of the night sky, no flash of comforting auburn. So, naturally, Helion rose from his seat and began a slow, casual stroll around the throng. When he couldn’t find her, he moved out further still, nodding as he passed the bars and the silent auction and the donation tracking thermometer that was colored to bursting.
It was only a flicker – a moment – a flash of fire from behind the ornately draped fabric in a shadowed corner. It was all the tall, broad man could do to keep his steps measured. Why was she hiding? What was she hiding? It was the last thing he expected when he heard sniffles coming from behind the curtain.
Was she crying?
“Cora,” he murmured, stepping into her space and effectively cutting off her escape route. Her shoulders hitched up, tension lifting them, and he hated that his voice uttering her nickname might elicit such a response. Still, he forged onward. “What’s going on?”
Those beautiful locks shifted back and forth as she hurriedly shook her head without turning around. “Nothing. I just need a moment.”
“It doesn’t look like nothing, Corissa,” he scolded gently. He couldn’t even find it in him to be upset with himself for caring. Maybe that was just how life was going to be: always caring for her, even if their paths were never meant to converge for more than a few hours at a time.
“Truly, Helion. It’s nothing for you to worry over,” she answered, her voice already stronger and resolute. “Just children and teenagers and motherhood.” Helion didn’t quite know what to make of her response, but he did know one thing with absolute certainty.
He wasn’t satisfied with the answer.
“Just tell me, Cora. You’re over here ruining your makeup instead of out there entrancing donors with that pretty smile. At least let me help cheer you up so you can get back out there where you belong.” Her shoulders sagged with her sigh of resignation, and Helion thought he’d won to some extent. But his triumph was short-lived.
“I’m only over here pulling myself together enough to not make a spectacle when I leave.”
“You’re leaving?” God, that sounded far more desperate than he wanted it to. Finally, Corissa turned to face him, her glassy, red-rimmed eyes meeting his.
“I have to get home. Saxton is sick, and the babysitter isn’t equipped to handle an ill seven-year-old in addition to three others,” she explained with a shrug. He must have made a face as he quickly did the math, so she continued. “Eris and Rhodes and Sterling are staying at friends’ houses. Eris is old enough to drive home and help, but he already gives up so much of his time, now that…” Her voice trailed off and her cheeks flushed, as if she’d revealed a great secret she hadn’t intended for him to know, but she quickly shrugged it off. “He wasn’t very happy to have his evening interrupted. I told him I’d head straight home so he could go back to his friend’s house for the night.”
None of the gnashing gears in his head could crank out a solution that would make all of this make sense. Weren’t there people to watch the children? Of course, a mother would feel the pull to care for her sick child, but what would a few hours hurt? And why would any of that require her eldest to return home? Unless…
“Where’s your wedding ring?” The question escaped before he could stop himself, and her eyes widened as she gasped.
“What?” It was only a breath, as if Cora didn’t have enough air left within her to say more. Helion tried to stay calm, even though all he wanted to do was grab her shoulders and shake her and demand answers.
“Your wedding ring. You weren’t wearing it when I picked up my tickets. You’re not wearing it now.”
Their breaths echoed like thunder in the narrow space between their bodies, the silence itself a deafening storm. Helion wasn’t sure he was prepared for what he might hear.
“I’m not married anymore,” she whispered, her lashes lowering. And just like that, it was Helion who couldn’t breathe. That one singular revelation struck him dumb, unable to speak. When her eyes lifted again, taking in his expression, she pushed past him. “I need to get home.” For a moment he was frozen in place, unseeing. Unfeeling. Uncertain of what the fuck was happening.
“I’m not married anymore.”
With a curse he spun, just in time to see trailing strands of red disappearing through the main entrance of the ballroom. It didn’t take long for him to catch up to her, his hand reaching out to grab her elbow as they reached the landing in the middle of the stairs down to the street.
“Let me take you home.” Her confusion painted a crease between her brows. Helion wanted to reach up and smooth it away, but he wouldn’t let himself even try to get any closer. This path he was forging was already so new and fragile, and he didn’t know what sudden moves might end up spooking her. “Please, Cora. You’re upset. It’s not safe to drive in your condition.”
She huffed a laugh and rolled her eyes. “Oh, please. I’m raising seven boys by myself. Hell, I was married to Beron Vanserra for 16 years. This will be far from the first time I’ve driven a car in tears.”
Something inside him cracked at her words, at the rawness of them as they fell from her lips. Perhaps he hadn’t understood her situation as well as he’d presumed. Maybe there was more to her life with Beron Vanserra than the gentle smiles and the glittering articles in the social pages. His fingers squeezed gently.
“Please, Cora.”
Her lashes fluttered as her whole body sagged in surrender, and he feared she may be blinking back tears. But, instead of pushing, he simply released her and guided her out of the building with a hand at the small of her back.
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The house was modest for an eight-person home, but Helion had vowed to himself during the drive that he wouldn’t make any more assumptions about Corissa or her circumstances. She’d seemed flustered when he got out of the car along with her, and he’d simply grinned and gestured toward the door, which flew open before she made it to the stoop.
“Took you long enough,” a teen boy drawled, his tone dripping with derision. God, he looked so much like his father, but with the vibrant mane that marked him as hers.
“I know, Eris, I left as soon as–”
“This is so stupid. I never had to deal with any of this when we lived with Father.”
Helion paid little attention to the teenage boy as he stalked to the car parked on the curb. Instead he watched Cora, the way her whole body jerked when he’d said that. As if she’d been struck. So that was Eris, her eldest. It seemed the apple didn’t fall far from the tree.
He wasn’t sure what to do or say as he took her in. Her shoulders had curled inward, one hand splayed over her chest, eyes glistening with pain and unshed tears as they followed the tail lights speeding away. Everything he thought he’d known continued to fall away, a stone barricade crumbling to reveal a weathered, wilted garden still trying to bloom. Cora’s face tilted up, like a rosebud seeking the sunlight, with only the moon bathing her in an ethereal glow. In that moment, she was the young woman that had enchanted him — the girl that his heart never forgot even though his body and his mind had been so determined to live his life and sow his wild oats. What an idiot he’d been.
“I’ll only invite you inside if you promise not to judge the state my home promises to be in.” She was trying to make a joke, but Helion could hear the real concern in her tone. Her smile was gentle as she waved him in, explaining, “The boys are still adjusting to life without housekeepers and chefs and chauffeurs. I try to give them as much leeway as I can.”
He was ushered into a cozy living room. The furnishings were a bit worn, but spoke of a home full of love and support. There were four boys plopped on the couch, one of which scurried into his mother’s arms. She swept him up as if it were no effort at all — the strength of a mother, Helion thought.
“What’s wrong, sweetie?” She cooed, tucking him against her body as she pressed the back of her hand against his forehead. Corissa twisted toward him after pressing a kiss to her son’s forehead. “I’ll be right back. Please, make yourself at home.”
“Boys, this is Helion. He’s a friend of mine,” she explained to the remaining redheads in the room. “I’m sure, if you ask nicely, he might even play Nintendo with you.” The two older boys’ eyes lit with delight. They had to be twins, or close to it.
“I love video games,” Helion agreed, grinning back. Cora mouthed a ‘thank you’ and hustled off down a hallway, leaving Helion facing two boys that had to be… 11 or 12 he would guess. And another that was significantly younger.
Had to be Lucien. Her youngest. And…
He shook his head, returning his attention to the older two. “So. Do you like Mario Kart?”
~~~
Wiping a hand over her brow, Corissa slipped out of her bedroom, pulling the door closed behind her as quietly as she could manage. Now that Saxton was asleep, dosed with children’s aspirin and a winding lullaby, she padded into the living room.
The sight that met her eyes sent them welling.
Her twins, Callahan and Connall, were staring intently at the television, faces screwed up in concentration as their thumbs mashed their game controllers. They were blessedly quiet in their competitiveness, though at this point Saxton would likely slumber through a hurricane. But it was Helion who had her emotions balling in her throat.
There he was, serene and beautiful as a Roman statue, his own hands loosely gripping a controller. And there in his lap, between his strong arms, sat Lucien. His eyes were wide and rapt with fascination as they followed the carts on the television screen.
Now that she saw them there, together, she knew the choice to leave Beron had been the right one. There was no question that Lucien was Helion’s blood, and the wrath that she and her child would have faced would have been catastrophic. The only guilt she felt was that she hadn’t had the courage to leave much sooner. Eris was nearly an adult, now. How different would he and Rhodes be if they hadn’t spent so many years under their father’s demanding expectation and heavy hand? She could only pray that she’d gotten Sterling and the rest of the boys out early enough for her love to undo any lasting damage.
She brushed her fingers under her lashes, catching errant tears that had fallen as she watched the scene, then stepped out of the hallway. Just in time for her twins to groan in defeat at the hands of Helion, Lucien, and Yoshi,.
“Alright, boys. Time for bed,” she said. As if they knew their mother’s emotions were balanced on a knife’s edge, Cal and Con dropped their controllers on the coffee table and dutifully marched toward their shared bedroom. Cora ruffled their red hair and pressed her lips to each of their cheeks as they padded by, giggling as they groaned and tried to dramatically wipe away her kiss.
When she straightened Helion was before her, Lucien nestled sleepily against his chest.
Dammit. Her eyes were burning again.
“I can take him,” she whispered, opening her arms. Much to her surprise, Helion shook his head and gave a gentle half-grin.
“I’ve got him,” he answered. Even with such quiet words, the deep timbre of his voice rumbled in her bones. “Just show me where to go.” Corissa led him to the room Lucien and Saxton shared, gesturing to the twin bed with blue and red airplanes dotting the duvet.
The next moments were straight out of her most unreachable dreams. She pulled back the covers and Helion tenderly set her boy — their boy — down on the mattress, his head falling on the plush pillow. Cora kissed his brow, then watched as Helion’s broad hands pulled the duvet up over Lucien’s shoulders. When she straightened, one of those hands fell on the small of her back, guiding her back out into the hall and then into the living room.
She wanted to say something. Anything. But she knew the emotions that were bubbling up would send her into a blubbering tailspin; that she might throw herself into his arms and beg him to forgive her for the secret and for not waiting for him and for taking so long to leave a man who never cared about loving her so much as owning her.
Her russet eyes danced around the space, determined to look anywhere but at the amber eyes of the first man — the only man — she’d ever loved. She didn’t have the strength to look into what promised to be an accusing, expectant glare. He had every right to be furious with her, and tears sprang up at the mere thought of it.
“Cora…”
The way he whispered her name was nothing like she’d expected. It was ragged and gentle and laced with concern and confusion, and it cracked her open. Her fluttering eyelashes couldn’t stop her tears from overflowing, spilling silently over her burning cheeks.
“Is he…?” He didn’t have to finish the sentence. Is he mine?
She was able to croak a pathetic ‘I’m sorry’ before burying her face in her hands, her body heaving with sobs. And they only grew stronger and more shattering when she felt his warmth surround her, pulling her into a broad, hard chest. She didn’t know how long she cried; it could have been minutes or hours or days. But all the while, his hands painted comforting strokes up and down her back.
When she had the strength to speak again, there was no stopping the deluge. She rambled through the years with Beron, enduring the weight of his strict expectations and the consequences of his ire. How she did her best to shield her children from the brunt of his cruel words and hands. How she’d never seen a way out, with no valuable skills to help her make her own way in the world, much less raise a brood of sons. How that tryst with Helion nearly four years prior had saved her from the brink.
“When I found out I was pregnant, I couldn’t be sure. But when Lucien was born, I knew. But Beron… I couldn’t risk telling anyone.” Corissa still hadn’t looked back up at the man she adored, the father of her youngest child. But she was comforted that his embrace remained warm and reassuring. “And as he grew, I knew it would become more and more obvious that he wasn’t Beron’s son. I… I didn’t know what he would do to either of us once he knew. And then I realized that none of my sons deserved to live a life with him at the helm. So… here we are.”
Helion’s arms loosened and pulled away, and she shivered from the chill. But then she felt a finger at her chin, tilting her head up. When she finally met his gaze, she found his eyes glassy, shimmering with emotion.
“I have a son,” he whispered raggedly.
“You do,” she answered.
“And you’re single?”
Corissa huffed a wet, shaky laugh. “Very much so.”
“Perfect.”
She didn’t have time to think about the way his voice rumbled with smug delight. Because the next thing she knew his mouth was on hers.
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lucasdoesnotcare · 5 months
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Gavini bringing 5(ish) used shirts everytime they meet up in person to swap with the other and use whenever they want to, but because of the limited shirts and the fact that they can go up to months without seeing eachother makes them only actually put on the shirts whenever they need comfort but don't want to "burden" the other.
Like vinicius cuddling or crying into the shirt whenever the racist comments get to much or Gavi wearing it whenever the overall hate gets to much
Or they just use it whenever they feel lonely for being apart for so long
And they just refuse to tell the other because they thinks it's embarrassing
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It was all part of the plan, until it wasn’t
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Fakir and Ahiru were in the middle of one of their usual fights. They were fighting over the best way to protect Mytho, Fakir shutting down every idea Ahiru shot his way. 
“You idiot. That would never work!” Fakir said, crossing his arms.
“Y-You don’t know that! It could work! And it’s better than anything you’re doing!”
He advanced into her, causing her to back away toward the doorway. 
“You’re just being foolish, as usual!” He exclaimed. 
“But Fakir-!”
“No!” He said, turning his head away. “Just keep collecting the heart shards and leave everything else to me.”
“But-!”
He cut her off by slamming the door. 
“Ughh!!” She stomped her feet in frustration. 
Fakir is such a jerk! He never listens to my ideas! 
She kicked a rock at the closed door and huffed. “Fine! I don’t need his help anyway!” She turned and stormed off toward the dance studio. 
As she entered, Pike and Lilie ran over. 
“Oh, Ahiru!” Lilie exclaimed with a big smile. “You seem so upset! Could it be perhaps you were coldly rejected by Fakir?”
“What-?” Ahiru says, confused. 
“Oh, stop Lilie! We don’t want to rub salt in the wound!” Pike cut in. 
“Guys! Seriously! That’s not what happened! I don’t like Fakir!”
“Yes, yes!” Lilie said, getting teary eyed. “You don’t need him, Ahiru!”
“Ugh, no! I never liked him! He’s too gloomy and he’s a total jerk who refuses to ever admit when he’s in the wrong!”
“But that bad boy aesthetic only adds to his appeal,” Pike said with a dreamy sigh. 
“I don’t know what you can find attractive about him,” Ahiru grumbled. 
“Mysterious bad boy,” Lilie said with a giddy smile. 
“Ugh… grosssssssss…” Ahiru said, sticking out her tongue. 
Mr. Cat clapped his paws together. “Ok, girls! Today we are conjoining with the boy class! Each of you will partner with a boy from there! Now, there is an uneven amount of boys and girls, meaning one of you girls… WILL HAVE TO MARRY ME-“
“Actually there’s more boys than girls,” Pike said quickly. 
“Oh…” Mr. Cat said, looking down before yowling in frustration. “Yes, well.. HMPH!” 
The boys began to file into the room. 
Ahiru looked over at Mytho and perked up. But he didn’t even glance at her and instead immediately went to Rue, the two grasping hands. 
“Aww..” Ahiru murmured sadly, looking down. 
Her and Fakir made eye contact but they both immediately turned away from each other with a huff. 
No way am I partnering with him! Ahiru thought.
One of the boys approached her. He had bean sprout colored hair and dark brown eyes. 
“Hello. Um.. can I partner with you?” He asked. He shot a nervous look at Mr. Cat. “I really don’t want to have to dance with Mr. Cat..”
“Oh, ya..” Ahiru said before chuckling. “I get it. I’m Ahiru!”
“Shinme!” He said, shaking her hand. 
Ahiru laughed. “And I thought my name was silly!”
“Ya, my friends call me that because of my hair color,” he said, laughing with her. 
The two chatted for a while before Ahiru glanced over at Fakir, a dark smile spreading across her face when she sees he had to partner with Mr. Cat. 
Haha! No one wants to partner with him! Serves that jerk right!
Fakir looked over at her and she quickly looked away, embarrassed at getting caught staring. 
The practice went on. Like Ahiru, Shinme was also the worst dancer in his class. So the two managed to laugh together at their mistakes and as practice ended, the two highfived. 
A group of kids giggled from afar. “Ahiru and Shinme are both screwups. Practically perfect for each other!” said one of the girls. 
“Aww! They’d actually be cute!” exclaimed Lilie.
Fakir looked up and faced toward Ahiru and Shinme across the room, his eyes narrowed. 
“This was fun, Shinme!” Ahiru said with a bright smile. 
“Ya! It was good to meet you, Ahiru! We should hang out someti-“
A dark shadow loomed over Ahiru that seemed to frighten Shinme, because he quickly quieted. 
Ahiru, confused, turned around to see who it was. 
“Oh,” she grumbled. “Fakir.”
“We need to talk..” he said to her before casting a glare to Shinme, who promptly bolted away. 
Ahiru puffed out her cheek and pouted. “Fakir.. what do you want?”
He looked around and gestured for her to follow him. 
She hesitated before sighing and went after him as they left the building and went outside near the edge of the forest.
“What do you want, Fakir?” she said, sniffing and attempting to remain aloof in the same vain as Fakir. 
“Ugh, look.. I’m sorry, ok!”
She blinked in surprise, freezing for a moment. “Oh.. wasn’t expecting that.”
He grumbled, his arms crossed tightly over his chest. “Look, I know you’re just trying to help. And we need to find a.. common ground..”
Ahiru felt like she entered the Twilight Zone. Fakir was offering to actually work with her?
“Ya..” she said quietly, taking a step forward with a determined expression. “Ya! Common ground! We can’t do this without each other!”
He blushed slightly at her closeness and took a step back with a scowl. “Yes, well.. glad to know we have reached an understanding. We can figure out what we can do about Mytho’s heart tomorrow..”
“Ok.. sounds good!”
Before Fakir had a chance to walk off, Ahiru called out, “Wait!”
“Ugh. What is it now?”
“What.. changed your heart?”
“…What?”
“What gave you a change of heart? Usually you’re stubborn to the end. What made you decide to apologize?”
His eyes widened and he quickly averted his gaze, tapping his foot. 
“It’s.. I just merely realized arguing will get us no where!”
“Uh huh…”
“Don’t give me that look, girl! Just be grateful for the apology and move on!”
With that, he quickly stormed away. 
He was embarrassed. 
Embarrassed by the crimson blush overtaking his face. 
Embarrassed by the pounding in his heart.
Embarrassed by his jealousy of that sprout boy. The way he got along with that wretched girl. The way everyone said they could be cute together….
Fakir never felt this way when it came to Ahiru and Mytho. Because he knew they could never be. That it was impossible. But.. Ahiru and this boy..
His heart lynched and he stopped walking, leaning against a nearby wall. 
No… I need to stop thinking like this. Ahiru and me.. our chances are just as low as her and Mytho. I am a knight destined to die. She is a princess destined to become light. I must cease these foolish thoughts..
He stood up straight and took a deep breath. 
It’s not like there was ever even a chance that it could be possible. I am a knight. I must fight and protect.. this foolish ‘romance’ is just a distraction..
He looked over and saw a duck quickly waddling into the forest in a panic. He knew immediately it was Ahiru, something must’ve startled her. He considered following her, but then remembered he’d have to see her naked, so he decided against it. 
She.. is just a distraction..
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spacegirlstuff · 2 years
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"stop looking at me like that."
"like what?"
and theres a smirk on his face as he asks the question that makes Regulus want to lean in and kiss him, forgetting about the consequences. but the answer forming in his mind makes him stop before he gets too ahead of himself.
because thats the way James looks at Lily Evans.
the thoughts are hanging on the tip of his tongue before he forces them back, deciding not to ruin the moment with his jealousy. because in these stolen moments, when James looks at him like he's the only thing that is worth looking at, Regulus almost believes that the pain in his heart doesn't exist, that for once they can be two normal boys without their messy history dragging them apart.
it's in these moments he almost believes that James Potter might just love him back.
almost.
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