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#AND THE LAKE IS SO NICE!!! A BEACH!!! SO WARM!!!
czennieszn · 2 months
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the magic of christmastime | l. castellan ❆
part 2: we're like snow on the beach
child of aphrodite reader (Y/N) x luke castellan (fluff, angst)
It's snowing in Camp Half-Blood, the morning you and Luke are going to NYC. Like the snow that settles on the beach of camp, you two are so extremely different. Yet when paired together, it feels unreal yet so perfect at the same time. Yet will that perfectness last forever? You think to yourself, as Silena Beaurguard's unusual warning keeps nagging at the back of your mind.
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You knew life was going smoothly when you had woken up after a night with no nightmares. Zero. Ziltcha. Nada. You were eternally grateful for the lack of dreams because the last thing that you needed was a looming shadow of a thought plaguing your mind like a sorrowful afterthought on such an eventful day. To cut to the chase, you were extremely excited.
Brushing your teeth, you felt a grin started to creep up your face. It seemed silly, at first. You and Luke had been dating for a while, yet you still got excited for dates? That was the magic of dating Luke, you felt warm and safe in his presence, always giving you flutters in your stomach and making you stutter when you spoke. Noticing your unusually chipper mood (as well as the blooming blush across your face), Silena nudged your shoulder as she gave you a cheeky grin.
"What's got you smiling like that? Or rather, I wonder who?" She teased you. Of course, it was Luke who was the cause behind your adoration, but she still liked to tease you. 
You must have had a noticeable blush on your face because Silena laughed out loud, catching your expression. You tried to put a grimace on your face, trying to deflect her teasing, but the edges of your mouth refused to do so and curled into a laidback smile.
"I'm going on a field trip today with Luke" you carefully started. "Mhm," Silena waited.
"To New York City".
"Oh!" Silena gasped, surprised. Sure, it was known to camp that you and Luke had dates at least once a week, and sometimes, almost every day (once you were finished with cabin duties of course). But it was the first time that you two were leaving camp together. Alone, just you two. Albeit, still together, but with the freedom from annoying campers and annoying authority figures. 
Safe to say, you were literally knawing at the iron bars of your enclosure (yes, a joke, you weren't locked up) to get alone time with Luke.
"And Chiron and Mr. D just let you go?" Silena questioned.
"Yeah… last night Luke and I asked and it took quite a bit of convincing, but they gave us permission to go," you responded.
"Wow, that's…pretty nice," Silena dejectedly said. Her head hung low as she avoided your eyes while spitting out her toothpaste. That was pretty unlike her, to not look you in the eyes while you two spoke.
What's wrong?" you said, noticing the fault in her voice and her abnormal behavior. As she continued to avoid eye contact, Silena hesitated before answering your question.
"It's just that, there have been so many dangerous things going on. So many dangerous monsters are regenerating quickly after being sent to Tartarus. To be frank, I'm quite scared for your safety," Silena quietly said. She fiddled with the silver chain bracelets that adorned her wrist. Unsure if what she said was too harsh to you, you could see her gulp nervously.
"We will be safe, I promise," you urged. Before you could continue, Silena looked up and cut you from justifying your departure.
"Honestly, it is a bit irresponsible that Chiron and Mr. D are letting you leave camp, I mean. Is that the best decision?" Silena was now getting heated. "Can't you guys just have another one of your dates at the lake or in the mountains, or something? Just within camp boundaries, of course," Sensing her concerns, you tried your best to alleviate her stress. 
"We are senior counselors, we can take care of ourselves. Thank you for your concern, Silena," you soothed her. (Or at least tried, it wasn't soothing because you still had some toothpaste in your mouth. You probably looked and sounded silly, as you were still eye-crust-ridden and half asleep.)
"It doesn't matter that you two are senior counselors, it's still unsafe out there!"  Silena said, and you could hear a slight shake in her voice. Quickly spitting out your toothpaste, you could see that she was genuinely upset and worried. 
Her face was etched with lines of disappointment and dissatisfaction clouded her vision. Hugging her, you could hear her voice hitch as she tried to swallow her worries. She was nearly about to break down and cry in your arms. You knew that same god-awful feeling of holding your tongue at the roof of your mouth to prevent the tears from escaping you. 
Trying your best not to smudge her eyeliner, you took your freshly manicured nails and wiped a spare tear that fell from her right eye. "You're my sister, you know that right?" She quietly whispered.
"I know, Silena," you whispered back, squeezing her arm.
"And I would rather die than let anything happen to you," Silena buried her head in your neck.
"I know, Silena," you whispered again.
"Please, please, please promise me that you won't be distracted and that you will stay safe," she continued, her voice muffled as her head was tucked in the cashmere fabric of your turtleneck. (I know she was crying but if she got a bit of snot on my turtleneck I would be moderately pissed off)
"I promise you," you hugged her tighter. 
She looked up at you, her voice now clear. "There will come a day where Luke won't even be able to protect you, and you have to stay safe and protect yourself. You hear me?" Silena said as the tone of her voice suddenly became even. It scared you because you had no idea what she was talking about. But to appease her from droning on about her sudden, strange insinuation, you nodded vigorously. 
"Promise me please?" She said, her voice now back to an uneven tone.
"I promise you, Silena. I will stay safe, I will protect myself," you said. You couldn't tell what was wrong with her, but you knew that she needed a hug.
"Okay, I trust you," she said as she released you from the tight embrace you had held her in. Just like a light switch, her demeanor changed from the expression of a worrisome mother to the cheery smile she always had on her face every day. The quick change was unnerving, and your smile faltered from your face. 
What the hell, you thought. Is she genuinely okay? The question died on the tip of your tongue, as you refrained from asking her that. Yeah, that's probably the last thing she'd want to hear right now, as you knew she still didn't want to talk about her most recent breakup with this guy from the Hypnos cabin.
"What do you plan to do in the city?" Silena asked, snapping you out of your inner monologue. You were extremely disconcerted, as she had pretended like she wasn't two and a half seconds away from having a mental breakdown in front of her. 
Masking your confusion on your face, you answered her. Gods, you two were such great pretenders. Little did you know, Luke was a great pretender as well.
Babbling on about the stores you planned to go to and the foods that you hoped to try, you could visibly see the tension leave Silena. Her shoulders started to sag as she became comfortable and her voice when responding to your inquiries started to relax. Once she laughed, you were at ease. 
The girl talk seemed to go on for a while, and you quickly realized you needed to meet Luke at the Dining Pavilion for an early breakfast. Bidding Silena a quick goodbye and an extra-special extra-tight hug, you gathered your belongings and neatly put them in your purse.
You spedwalk to the Pavilon, noticing you were a bit late. You arrived there soon, noticing that it was only Luke, you, and a few other older campers who had gotten up for an early breakfast. A girl from the Athena cabin waved to you, and you smiled, waving to her back.
Noticing a new presence, Luke looked up from his eggs. His demeanor changed from stoic, deep concentration, to a laidback smile that rested on his face. Walking over, his arm wrapped loosely around your waist as he squeezed it. You could see his face up close, his bright brown eyes twinkling like flying saucers from another planet. His face was angled to the sun, and you could see specks of green in his eyes. Like an aurora borealis green, he looked breathtaking, as he was beautifully sculpted by the Gods. Gods, you had never seen someone so beautiful they were lit from within.
"Good morning, Princess," he drawled, whispering in your hair. Your hair tickled your ear, and you shuddered, knowing the effect he had on you. Smirking -as he also knew the effect on you- he continued his greeting. "How was your sleep baby?"
Gods of Olympus, you loved his morning voice. It was deep and raspy, and it never failed to give you butterflies. Every day that you spent with him made you feel youthful, forever a teenager who was stupidly in love.
"Not bad, no nightmares," you excitedly responded, putting one hand on his chest. He automatically flexed, feeling your palm on his sweater. Such a silly boy, but that's why I love him.
"Mhm," he said, and you could tell he was still under a drowsy spell. He's so cute when he's tired.
"You tired, babe?" You nudged him awake. He shot up, widening his eyes as if to show you he was not dozing off on your shoulder.
"Nope, not at all!" he sassily retorted. You just looked up at him and smiled. Grabbing your hand, he led you to the Hermes table that he sat at. Looking around, you scanned the area for Chiron or Mr. D, knowing that they would immediately lecture you once they saw you sitting at the wrong table. You two had done this before, sitting at each other's tables when you weren't supposed to, but you never got caught. If you two got caught today, it would be the absolute worst.
"Sorry I was a little late," you said as you sat next to Luke. Breakfast had already been set in front of you, courtesy of Luke asking the dryads to prepare both of you breakfast. He knew what you liked to eat, and what you couldn't stand eating. Taking a bite out of your avocado toast with tomatoes and eggs, you smiled at the satisfying crunch. 
Thinking into the enchanted goblet, you wished to have hot cocoa. Magically, it appeared in your cup. A winter day deserved a winter breakfast.
"Did you sleep in because you were dreaming of me? It's not the first time it's happened you know" Luke raised an eyebrow, and you playfully smacked him on his chest. You knew exactly what he was talking about. 
A while back, a child of Hypnos was stalking your dream (as a child of Hypnos can magically appear in one's dream, that is so not fair!), and blabbed to Luke you were having a dream about him. Quite frankly, it was embarrassing, as Luke had confronted you the morning after having the dream. Your relationship was still pretty new, and you remember you turned a deep shade of beet red after hearing Luke's accusation while he smugly crossed his arms and smirked.
"No!" your face burned red although the accusation wasn't true. He pointed at your reddened cheeks and it took all your willpower not to smack him in his chest again. (Damn, his chest is hard!)
"I was talking to Silena, she was worried about me leaving camp," you said.
"Oh," Luke responded, suddenly very intrigued by his hard-boiled egg. Paying no mind to the flicker of emotion that crossed Luke's face, you continued.
"Yeah, she was worried and acting really strange for some reason. If this happens again, I might want to bring it up with Chiron," you continued.
"Why, did she say some weird stuff?" Luke curiously asked as he began to rub circles on the small of your back. Soothed, you were tempted to repeat the conversation verbatim to Luke, but you decided otherwise, remembering what Silena had said.
"No, not really. Just told me to be careful of monsters, and all of that stuff," you trailed off, hoping Luke wouldn't notice that you had hesitated to answer his question. 
But he had noticed. He had noticed that you suddenly stiffened up and stilled when he rubbed circles on your back. Something that he deliberately did, to catch you if you lied. He noticed that your eyebrows were furrowed when answering him and that you nervously twisted the gold ring your mother, Aphrodite, had given you. He noticed that you chewed on a piece of toast, longer than usual, almost choking on it after he had asked you that question. 
He noticed everything about you, the one thing that you had grown to love would soon be the thing that you would quickly loathe. He knew you too well, and he saw and felt everything that you felt.
What you did notice though, was the change in expression on Luke's face. His face hardened for a quick second, and you couldn't tell what he was thinking.
"Penny for your thoughts," you questioned, sipping your warm hot cocoa.
"I just can't wait to spend the day with you, Princess," Luke said. For a moment, his smile didn't match his words. As if he realized that the image he was projecting to you didn't match the image he curated for you, he quickly brightened his smile. Luke stared at you, hoping you didn't notice his smile. He internally sighed in relief as he realized you were busy chugging the goblet of hot cocoa, too thirsty to even look at him.
"I can't wait to spend the day with you, Luke," you genuinely smiled. 
You two quickly ate the rest of your meal in silence, wanting to get the most out of the day. It was only seven in the morning (a bit too early for your taste), but you felt so alive. Looking forward, you two had the perfect view of the ocean. Although Camp Half-Blood was surrounded by protective magic, Mr. D had allowed certain weather events, such as snow, to be allowed through the barrier. This resulted in magical moments where you could see the soft snow settle on the grass of the lawn.
From your view, snow slowly fell and settled near the ocean, creating snow on the beach. The feeling that you get from being hot and cold at the same time is like looking at the snow on the beach. Snow mixing with the sand, it looked like an unreal scene, something that only happened in movies. As you two ate breakfast, the snow started to come down harder, clouding the beach in a white powder. 
Strangely, you didn't feel that cold because Luke was by your side.
In a way, you realized that you could describe Luke and your relationship as an analogy to the snow settling on the beach: It was undeniable that you and Luke were falling for each other at the same time, barreling all your love towards each other at an accelerating speed. You two crashed together in fury kisses, passionately worshipping each other every day, but especially every night. Every time you two kissed, it felt like a cataclysmic, unreal, and faded moment where you realized that you both felt the same way for each other in the same moment. It was so unreal that it felt like your little moments together belonged in a museum of emotions that were impossible to experience with someone else. Something that you only saw in the movies or on a farfetched television show. There was a nagging bit in the back of your mind that constantly reminded you that you didn't deserve to be loved. Every day, Luke dispelled that notion, feeding you love with every conversation and kiss.
Just like snow on the beach, you two were extremely different from each other, so far on other ends of the spectrum. You two were weird, but fucking beautiful together, like snow on the beach. Complimenting each other, you almost made a perfect whole.
"You ready to go to New York City, Princess," Luke said, snapping you out of your daydream as you swallowed the last piece of turkey sausage. 
"Of course, only with you," you reassured him with a cheeky smile.
In that moment, you two were frozen in time like a photograph. Laughing, you held onto his bicep as you two walked on the sandy beach to reach the barriers of camp. The snow mingled with the sand and you looked down and smiled as if you won a contest. You couldn't help it though, you had won the best prize, the love of Luke. To hide your smile would be dishonest, and you couldn't ever do that.
I was inspired by the lyrics of Snow on the Beach sung by Taylor Swift and Lana Del Rey. A lot of the latter half of the story is pulled from Genius.com and their analysis of the lyrics of this song. Hope you all enjoyed part two!
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wifetomegatron · 5 months
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countries and cities i've been to that i think the lost light crew will enjoy (vol. i)
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i think ratchet would like switzerland. snowy alps, open green fields where purple and yellow poppies littered across the grass dance with the northern wind. he enjoys the secluded valleys and will spend hours just driving past the topaz lakes. he likes the quiet of it all, the serenity, the closure. he makes drift join him in their holoforms to walk, taking in the traditional log houses and brightly-colored buildings, shops, and restaurants surrounded by lush woodlands, upland meadows, and snow-capped cliffs. grindelwald because drift is fascinated by humans and their winter sports, ascona for when it gets warmer and the boats are out by the docks. in a first contact au, ratchet would most likely end up working in either zurich or geneva, working closely with earth's international bodies like the united nations to facilitate human-cybertronian relations. i can also see the medic crew stationed there as well; running the first cybertronian medical facility on earth.
drift, predictably, would prefer japan more. osaka and tokyo for its entertainment, where he and rodimus would spend hours exploring the nightlife in their disguises. at times, they would even go as their alt-modes. rodimus gets ahead of himself with all the attention he's getting. he'd travel through many prefectures, driving past the borders to clear his head — perks of having a conjunx that works closely with human organizations is that he gets exempted from all the paperwork — but always end up somewhere private, tranquil. the shrines, the forests, the mountains — he would even be bold enough to dream of settling down there. one time ratchet flew in to visit him at a resort by the foot of mount fuji, and his husband was neck-deep inside the natural saunas. content and purring, sinking into recharge against the stones.
i have a feeling brainstorm and skids would stir up trouble somewhere in the netherlands. most likely in the infamous lecture halls of leiden university, where great minds like descartes and rembrandt once walked in. they'd hate the weather, where the sun becomes optional the moment it hits autumn (even before, apparently.) the roads are small, so they'd have difficulty navigating at first, nearly driving into a canal because of how fast people bike. direct, with just the right amount of witty, the pair are glad to enjoy the company of dutchies without having to rely on their (human) food because nothing that they've seen looks appealing or digestible. getaway is also there, most likely in amsterdam, where his holoform is most likely to get cornered in an alley and have his bike stolen.
nautica would love the sea, the vast, great open oceans of southeast asia would be the perfect place for her. ever the adventurer, she would drag riptide and velocity with her to explore the islands of the philippines & indonesia. where she'd learn how to dive and swim with the animals past the coral reefs. sweet girl nearly cried when she saw a group of whale sharks. anode and lug are content sitting by the beach, sipping on their latest invention — coconut-infused energon. bali is where i imagine the girls ( and riptide ) would go for a nice getaway. the people are all smiles, warm and friendly, and passionate about their culture. even if the two are more inclined towards the sciences, the flourishing art and spirituality of the balinese people made them feel at home again. ( if not nostalgic for caminus.)
i know rodimus is living his life in spain. maybe it won't be his designated home on earth. but with the lost light stationed in geneva, where ratchet, minimus, and megatron are with the rest of the united nations council ( because there is no way they can park the ship anywhere in the new york branch ), barcelona was his first solo trip on earth without straying too far from his co-captain's watchful eye. it was the peak of summer and there he was under the sun. the people were only initially surprised, but then again, they'd probably seen weirder things than a sixty-foot-tall robot asking them if he could join their game of volley by the beach. he bumps into krok and his rag-tag team — who's also trying to get away from minimus — so that's how he and misfire end up nearly drowning after a competitive game of water tag.
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Curtis and Honey Autumn This or That 🍂
Week Six: Misty Mornings or Golden Afternoons
Summary- Short Drabble. Curtis Everett x Plus!sized Reader. Curtis is an early riser and admires the scenery.
A/N- Thank you everyone for sticking with me for this series. This is a nice simple one, but I love these kinds of moments for Curtis and Honey. Thank you again! Happy Reading.
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He was always an early riser. Curtis just wasn’t one to sleep in when too much had to be done. But that was then, now with you in his bed with your tendencies to bury under the blankets and curl up against him, he was more inclined to stay in bed. 
But at camp though, it was always out the tent and starting a fire right away before the sun had even had a chance to crest the horizon+. After all, it was the only way to brew coffee or tea and that was your first desire of the day. He was happy to do it. Standing on Lake Supeiours edge, the crisp coolness made him zip his hoodie up just a bit more, readjust his beanie to cover the tip of his ears and tuck his hands into his pockets while waiting for the water behind him on the fire to start bubbling. 
The mist wisped over the water, hiding the surface except for the occasional break, where everything rippled with the constant flow of life moving beneath the surface. There was an occasional slap, the beaver dam they were camping near was taking advantage of the sunrise too, dragging branches and debris from one side of the little island they were staying on and ignoring Curtis standing on the stony beach watching them work. 
It was still too early to see the mainland shoreline, although Curtis knew it was nearby just beyond the curling of the mist still hovering. Soon the sun would dissipate it but would show off the multitude of leaves in its rays, and that's what he really wanted to show you, cause it would make you happy, leave you gasping in wonderment at how Minnesota could be as beautiful as your New York life. 
In his opinion, Minnesota was actually nicer than New York, but that was his opinion. Right now he was feeling just as at home as if he was in his own backyard and that was a sense of security he had always hung onto in his life.
The bubble of water sounded from behind him, the wood-burning scent drifted along with a loud pop of one of the logs snapping in the pit he dug out earlier. With a last admiring glance at the mist dancing in swirls that were now starting to drift up in the slowly warming sunshine, he went back to his original task. 
It wasn’t long till you popped your head out of the tent with a sleepy yawn, hair disheveled wildly while you were wrapped into his black trench jacket, using it like a blanket around your shoulders. You waddled to the fire, blinking at it while on one of the warm stones lining the firepit, Curtis started making two tin cups of coffee. Without a word, he handed one off to you which you tucked into the folds of the jacket, taking a tiny little sip after blowing on it. 
“Curtis this is better than the coffee pot at home.” You said wistfully as you tucked your face closer to the mug, letting the steam warm you up more. 
He laughed, moving to a stand and sipping from his own mug. “It’s cause it’s made over the woodfire. What woke you up Honey, it’s still pretty early.” His arm was raised, inviting you to cuddle into his side which you did. Allowing him to wander you away from the cackling flames and glowing coals near the cold water's edge. 
Now the mist was well above the lake, still hanging on, but it couldn’t hide the rising sun's burst of color making the lake a mirror mirage of autumn colors from the trees lining the edge. “This, right here.” You leaned into him, the two of you taking in the view. “I might not be an early riser, but I don’t want to miss these moments with you.”
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pavstars · 11 months
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summer breeze
[ crossposted on ao3 @ sinnerspades ]
some of my jojo favs with summer activities. includes: abbacchio, mista, jotaro, dragona, joseph & suzi q, and johnny
author’s note: using he/him pronouns for dragona! if they end up changing in the future i can edit :) some are longer than others but i swear im not biased, just more inspo and ideas. also joseph/suzi/reader poly ftw!
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Abbacchio: It’s such a nice day out that it seems the entire city has opened up their yard sales, estate sales, stores- you name it. Not one to stay cooped up inside while the sun shines so brightly, you drag Leone out to various houses and streets that you think will pique his interest. “Look, this one says goth yardsale!” you tease, tugging his hand towards the shoddy little gray house. 
    He looks so good today (he always looked good and exceptionally done up) with his long hair tied into a messy bun, a few strands coming loose and framing his face so nicely. This sale in specific ends up being a score and you return to your car down the street with a worn paperback (“you’ve never read interview with the vampire?! Leone!”), varying lace and leather clothing items in black and grey, and the cutest little antique lamp you had ever seen. You make a trip to the record store on your way back home and he buys two cds: sisters of mercy and moody blues of course. Your evening is spent dancing slowly in the living room and finding spots to put your new goodies.
Mista: Taking a trip to the lake with your favorite boys, but not after stopping at the store for floaties of course. Mista has the genius idea: “let’s bring an air mattress!” despite your caution you cave and leave with one air mattress, a giant inflatable alligator, and two sparkly donut floaties. 
    At the lake you spend far too long wasting your breath blowing it up- until Fugo raises an eyebrow “why don’t you just use the air mattress fan on the other floaties?” Oh right… Yeah that would make things easier… After applying generous amounts of sunscreen on to everyone (Mista didn’t need much, he tanned easily and without fear of being burnt) you all head into the water. The chill of the lake water feels so nice on your heat-soaked bodies after being in the sun for so long setting up. 
    You drag the inflatable mattress out and wade until the water is about chest-deep. Mista hops on to the mattress and you’re almost afraid it’ll start sinking under his weight but it stays surprisingly afloat. “Well, aren’t you going to join me?” He grins at you, shaking water out of his dark curls. You accept his hand and he pulls you on top of him on the mattress, holding you in a strong and very warm embrace. The mattress ends up floating way far out to the middle of the lake, but you two are on either side with your hands in the water, unbothered and ready to deal with this problem when you got to it later. 
    “This was actually a really good idea.” you turn to face him and smile softly. He leans on one of his elbows to turn to face you as well, but quickly pales as he realizes his mistake. The uneven weight of his elbow on the mattress had pushed it down and water had quickly started pooling, sinking his side of the mattress. You shrieked as he rolled into the water and you could hear Narancia’s laugh all the way from the other side of the lake. It only got louder when Mista swam around the other side and wrapped his strong arms around your waist, pulling you into the water with him and pressing kisses against the side of your face. 
Jotaro: Last minute trips to the store to get sandcastle supplies, even though you know you’ll have to convince him to build one with you. You end up buying snacks too, perfect for a little picnic by the water. Once you reach the beach you end up using the plastic yellow pails to collect shells and rocks instead of their original purpose, but you’d never complain. “This one matches your eyes!” you hold a pretty turquoise pebble up to his face and squint, comparing the color. He laughs softly and takes it, adding the rock to your growing collection to bring back home. 
    While you’re setting up the picnic, he silently searches for a rock of your own: he didn’t even have to look over at your face, knowing the color of your eyes by heart. A lifetime of stolen glances studying your face and staring at the details of your eyes, lips, nose too when you weren’t looking back at him.  After lunch you two finally get into the water, tiny fish swimming around your feet and sand between your toes. You squeal when he picks you up effortlessly by your waist and tosses you into the water, but you get your revenge after coming back up for air and jumping onto his back with your legs wrapped around his waist, effectively splashing him. His hair is so curly after he comes out of the water and you make him lean down so you can towel dry it ever so carefully. 
Dragona: Sticky sweet hands splitting apart fruits to share, ice cold drinks sweating water droplets on to your chests, the smell of sunscreen and coconut body lotion. Matching swimsuits and sunbathing together after a long day of swimming and running around the beach. Dragona practically glows in the sun and you can’t help but stare from behind your huge sunglasses. He grins at you and rolls on to his side, striking a pose and inviting you to keep staring. 
    The sun is so warm and you’re so happy, you wish you could just lay here forever with him and take a cat-nap in the sun. But alas, you’ve made plans for dinner and you have to go get changed- the restaurant was casual but not swimsuit casual. That feeling on vacation of pulling loose fitting dresses and shirts over your swimsuit and sitting down outside to share your food, a nice warm breeze passing by. Showers are due once you get home and you have a feeling you’ll be sleeping so soundly after the long day you’ve had. You trace the tattoos on his skin and fall asleep against his chest, lulled by the sound of crashing waves.
Joseph and Suzi Q: waking up early to take the ferry together to a tiny, homely island. Visiting a huge lavender farm and spending hours just wandering and picking the perfect bouquets for all three of you. Tucking a flower into Joseph’s hair, right behind his ear while he leans down to give you a better angle. Weaving daisies into Suzi Q’s hair and giggling when she returns the favor. Laying in the grass under the shade of a huge tree, eating runny ice cream and sharing bites. Screaming and scrambling away when the bees buzz a bit too close: “you’ve fought a god but you can’t handle a bumble bee???” On the ferry back home Joseph falls asleep on your shoulder and snores softly in your ear- you run a hand through his unruly hair and Suzi snaps a pic for you two to tease him over later.
Johnny: The sun is almost finished setting, beautiful shades of orange and purple floating through the sky and casting an amber glow on your faces. You two sit on the steps of the porch, content to sit and stare at the sky while the radio plays from the open kitchen window. You can smell dinner cooking inside, as well as the faint smoky smell of a campfire being started in the backyard. It’s a perfect temperature outside, warm with a faint cool breeze, and you turn your head to stare at Johnny who’s still gazing up at the sky. 
    You wish you could live in this moment forever, counting the freckles scattered across his cheeks and nose, admiring the way his lashes brush against his face- god he was so pretty. His eyes meet your own and you blush, scooting away in embarrassment of having been caught. “See something you like sweetheart?” He muses, taking a hold of your hand and tugging you back over to him, closer than before. Music drifts in and out through the window but the moment is interrupted when Gyro calls you two to dinner. With a smile you stand up and dust off your jeans, holding out your arm out for Johnny to take with his own strong one as you help him to his cane resting against the kitchen door frame. Dinner was in the backyard of course, why else make a campfire? 
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the brothers as seasons
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includes: the brothers x/& gn!reader (no pronouns mentioned)
wc: .4k | rated g | m.list
a/n: i loved writing this sm u don't even understand. and this was brought to you by someone who gets the full scope of all four seasons in america lol. anyway, my inbox is open to chat, request, or leave feedback, so come talk to me!!
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➳ lucifer is the coldest of the cold days in winter. pale blue skies, icy winds, sharply pointed icicles… his cool demeanor reminds you of a frozen lake, still in its beauty. there’s something ethereal about him, something fragile and wild and so, so dangerous
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➳ mammon is the heat curling off the sidewalks, the sticky feeling of ice cream melting down your chin. his smile is brighter than the summer sun, almost blinding and his hand in yours is hotter than the inside of a car. he’s flip flops and beach towels and every day with him is sure to be an adventure, fun and free.
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➳ levi is the determined flower buds and the sweet smell of spring. he’s the rich soil, the days warming sweetly, and the pale sun only now beginning to regain its strength. his touch is light and gentle, faintly trembling like a fawn just getting its legs under it, and you bask in his care.
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➳ satan is the transition between winter and spring, the cold mornings and warm afternoons. in like a lion and out like a lamb. he, like the earth, thaws as you get to know him better, defrosting with a regal slowness that’s completely worth the wait.
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➳ asmo is the vibrant colors of fall, bright and full of personality. he’s the apple orchards and pumpkin fields, sweet but not without a bit of spice. his witty personality feels like the first hint of cold weather, the leaves whipping about in the wind, and every moment with him is picturesquely perfect, much like the foilage that litters the land.
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➳ beel is the lazy summer days, where the sun’s not quite so hot and the air’s got a nice breeze. he’s playing frisbee at the park, or the buzzing of the honeybees, and when you’re with him you feel this sense of perfect peace you doubt you’d ever feel anywhere - or with anyone - else.
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➳ belphie is the cold rain of fall, when the swirling grey skies are warning you that snow’s almost here. he’s staying inside with a mug of tea, listening to the wind whip the trees, and the sense of security and comfort gleaned from that. his hugs are like a warm blanket, and you know no matter how bad it might get outside, with him you’re safe.
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First date
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Dream: He would want to go to the aquarium first. Looking at all the different varieties of beautiful vibrant fish is sure to get anybody going. After you get out of the aquarium you both then will go to the bowling alley and have a competitive game or two. He'll want to win no matter what. After a very fun-filled and competitive game of bowling, he will take you back to his home and he will order your favorite food to eat a meal together. And after that, you both can have a romantic movie night.
Sapnap: He would like a dinner on the beach and a long conversation that would last until the sun's first rays just having a good time together as time seemed to pass by without either of you noticing. A conversation about yourselves, and everything else.
George: On a first date he would want a nice lunch at a cafe, and afterward, you both could take a walk talking about whatever first came to your minds and if it's warm outside you could go to a nice park if it's winter outside, and at the end of the day, you could either end the day on a bench and look at stars while you eat ice cream.
Wilbur: He'd wanna go to the movies, and watch a movie then afterward go out to dinner and just talk and talk, you both share things about each other and just have fun. And you could go back to one of your places after, and just talk and talk all night until it'll like 1 am. Then you might have your first kiss together and just cuddle and fall asleep.
Fundy: A date to an amusement park. He enjoys thrill and excitement, so being able to ride a roller coaster and play at a game booth or carnival is his definition of a perfect date. He also enjoys having a chance to be creative during dates, so getting an opportunity to be artsy with someone would be amazing too.
Karl: A candlelight dinner, then a nice walk in the park where you both talk to each other for hours, and eventually the conversation will lead to stargazing where you have a deep conversation about life whilst looking at the stars. This night will be so lovely and magical that you'll just have to see each other every day from now on until the end of time.
Eret: You both would go to a nice park, maybe pick some roses and lay down a blanket. Get to know each other, he would bring some food for you both and eat lunch with you. Maybe later go out bowling and have a nice time.
Foolish: So first you both would go to his favorite restaurant and eat a good meal together while talking and getting to know more about the other. Then he would want to go and have a night walk to the park and just hold hands and talk for hours. Then he could take you back to his home and watch movies or play Minecraft or he teaches you how to play until you both fall asleep.
Niki: She would love to go to a picnic with someone, she absolutely adores picnics. She'd love it if the picnic was near a lake and She'd love to go stargazing with you. You both could stay there for hours upon hours, just talking or just being quiet and looking out into the lake, she really loves it when the moonlight hits the water, you can tell it's very beautiful and it would make for wonderful memories
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sterekbros · 9 months
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wild and free by Winchesterek
“Are you kidding me?” Stiles asked, looking out at the beautiful waterfalls cascading into the lake in front of them.
The water shimmered shades of green and blue, which looked like emeralds and malachite glistening in the sun. The spray of the waterfall floated through the air, a cool mist clinging to their skin, making Stiles feel sticky. It looked wild and overgrown, the foliage lush and leafy, clinging to the rocks around them.
When he looked back at Derek, his skin was slick with sweat and water, making Stiles want to lick and suck his salty skin. Derek turned to smile at him and it warmed Stiles’ heart, loving how happy Derek looked.
“Just one of the most beautiful places in Croatia, Plitvice Lakes,” Derek replied, reaching out to take Sitles’ hand. “Come on. We can make it down to the water and enjoy it for a little while before we have to head back.”
“Well, we can't stay because I didn't bring my pillow,” Stiles added with a chuckle. “You know I can't sleep without it.”
“Good thing I don't plan on camping out here, then. I know I can make sure that we don't get caught, but I wanna take you somewhere nice for dinner. It’ll take us about two hours to get back to the city so we should leave before the sun goes down.”
“Good thing we got here bright and early, then.” Stiles walked along with Derek carefully and descended along the path to the water, slowly climbing over slippery rocks.
Stiles wasn't sure if this was the beautifulest place he’d ever seen, because they’d been to so many places that were so beautiful that Stiles had a hard time believing that they were real. Like Elafonisi Beach, where they’d spent a week exploring Greece and bathing in the sun. Derek’s skin was beautiful and sunkissed, while Stiles looked a little bit like a lobster for a week afterward until it turned into a light tan.
Once they were down to the water, Stiles grinned as he watched Derek strip his shirt off and toss it onto the ground on top of their bags. He openly ogled his mate, knowing that Derek could scent his arousal and he smirked as Derek unnecessarily flexed for him, but acted like it was a casual action.
Stiles stripped down to his swim shorts and carefully walked across the rocks to the bank next to Derek. “Wow…the water is so clear.”
It was unimaginable to Stiles that water could be so clear, but they’d seen oceans just as clear when they sailed around the world together. “Oh, look! Fish!” Stiles pointed and Derek smiled.
“I’m sure they’ll leave us alone when we’re in the water. Come on, let’s get in!” Derek waded into the lake first while Stiles watched him skeptically.
“There isn't anything in there that will eat me, is there?” Stiles tried to look further into the water, but it was too far away for him to see much with his puny human eyesight.
“Nothing’s going to eat you, Stiles. I’ll protect you.” Derek dipped his head back into the water and ran his hands through his hair when he was upright again. “Get in here!”
“How are you sure?! You can't see all the way over there!” Stiles said, pointing.
“Really? Get in the water, Stiles. This isn't even salt water. There are no large predators in the water here,” Derek promised with an amused look, sighing. “Get in the water! You’re more likely to run into a bear out there than anything happening to you in here. Or step on a snake.”
Stiles looked around the forest and the ground before hurrying into the water. “Why didn't you tell me there were bears! I don't even have anything to protect myself with.”
Derek laughed, wrapping his arms around Stiles when he reached him. “You have me. I’m not going to let anything happen to you. I promise.”
“You better not,” Stiles replied, wrapping his arms around Derek and drawing him in close. “Because then you’re gonna be all alone on that sailboat. What on earth would you do without me?”
“Regret all my life choices,” Derek joked, but Stiles could tell that he was being serious. “You know I couldn't go on without you. If it’s the last thing I do, it’ll always be to protect you.”
“You know I feel the same way, Derek.” Stiles' voice was soft and almost a whisper, his hand moving to cup Derek’s cheek.
The last thing he wanted to do was make Derek think about losing him. It was why he’d left with Derek to begin with, because of his injury on the job. Unfortunately, Stiles’ brain-to-mouth filter didn't always work.
And Stiles knew that he was Derek’s anchor, just as much as Derek was Stiles’. Or, well, if he was a werewolf. As much as an anchor that Derek could be for Stiles being human.
“We’ll be okay,” Derek promised, kissing Stiles tenderly. “I’ll race you to the other side,” Derek added when they parted, then laughed and dunked Stiles under the water before taking off.
Stiles sputtered as he came up, shaking the water from his face.
“Not! Fair!” Stiles shouted after Derek. “And you can't use your werewolf speed!”
But Derek was almost already at the other end of the small lake as Stiles ran his hands through his hair.
He smiled, the hot sun shining down on them and warming his skin, the cool clear water rippling around him.
This was their life. Traveling the world and being together.
It was all that Stiles ever wanted, just him and Derek and a world full of possibilities.
He dove into the water, knowing that he’d never win or catch up to Derek. But Stiles was perfectly fine with that because Derek would make it up to him later, sprawled out in the sailboat cabin, taking him apart until Stiles couldn't feel his toes and he was warm all over.
Croatia was going to become one of his favorite places in the world, full of memories.
Of him and Derek. Happy and free.
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floralembarrassment · 9 months
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Hi hi I randomly got this idea for a story inspired by your love for sunsets <3 James and Regulus looking at a view with a pretty sunset and James saying the views pretty while looking at Regulus? It’s totally been done before but I think it’s so sweet
Btw the pics you take are absolutely gorgeous!
Hmmmmm so I will do this (I want to I love how cheesy and cute it is!) but with one small tweak. Also thank you I run for my phone every time I see a glimpse of a nice horizon! Enjoy! with love
Sunsets (1/1) (jegulus)
It was a warm early summer evening. Regulus and James were walking along the waterfront, enjoying the last hour of light.
With a full belly from dinner, and Regulus hanging sweetly off his arm, James couldn't be happier.
They pair were laughing, swapping stories and gossip, just generally enjoying each other's company. And finally they found themselves near the beach.
James turned to Regulus, still holding his hand but now walking backwards in front of him.
"Pleasseeee," James begged, without saying anything else. Regulus of course new James wanted to sit and watch the sunset. He couldn't help but smile at him and give him everything he wanted.
James pulled him to a bench where they sat near the edge of the water. James warped his arm around Regulus and pulled him into his side. They stayed like that for awhile, watching as the sky turned from blue to red to orange and purple.
As the sun sunk over the water, reflecting beautiful hues of the pink dusk settling over the skies, James breathed in.
"It's beautiful isn't it?" James said staring out over the lake as the sun finally fell behind the horizon.
Regulus had missed all of the sunset. Instead he had been busy staring right at the most beautiful sun he could see, James warm skin and dark hair and every inch of him that loved so loudly.
And Regulus couldn't help but reply, "yes, yes it is."
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ticklygiggles · 8 months
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Summer fun | Tengen + his wives & Rengoku Kyojuro
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A/N: Another amazing and precious collab with my bestest girl Ginny! I had lots of fun as always baby, thank you for being so patient with me. I love you!
Summary: Rengoku gets invited to a summer tradition by Tengen and he hopes this tradition involves lots of water and summery fun, but... are they only having a picnic?! How boring!
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Rengoku was humming to himself. He tightened the straps of the bag that he had hanging on his back and felt a funny sensation swirling inside his chest, his smile widening with excitement.
He was happy. 
It had been a long time since he felt like this- he couldn't deny that he always felt happy to see Senjurou after a long time, his little brother was the light of his life, but seeing Senjurou meant that he had to go back home, and coming back to that place always made him feel… awkward, melancholic and sad.
He also felt happy every time he killed a demon, but mixed with that little moment of ecstasy, there was always that feeling of utter sadness, thinking of all the innocent lives this creature had taken with its own hands and fangs, killing them for nothing but its own entertainment.
So he knew what happiness was, but it was always accompanied by a feeling of guilt and sadness, but right at that moment, he truly felt happy, excited even. He was not used to it and he couldn't help but feel a bit nauseous and lightheaded, but he tried to embrace it, and thinking about the lots of fun he would have that day made him feel even better. 
He chuckled to himself and his pace quickened. The weather was getting better, summer arriving at its own pace, making days longer and nights shorter. Rengoku always liked the summer: swimming, festivals, water battles; nice, fresh beverages and sweet, juicy watermelons. 
Summer was the perfect time to enjoy time together with friends and family, so when Tengen invited him earlier that week to be part of a little summer tradition he had with his wives, Rengoku couldn't help but accept the invitation right away. Tengen told him to be in a certain place at a certain hour, and as he made his way over there, he wondered what kind of activities they would do. He couldn't wait to get into fresh water and maybe even catch some fish to eat later!
He grinned. Oh, he was sure they were going to have lots… of… fun? 
Eh?
"Ah! Rengoku-san! Over here!" Suma waved at him and three heads turned over to look at him, warm smiles on their faces. 
They were sitting in the grass beneath big trees, a cozy looking picnic stalled out before them.
“You’re here,” Tengen greeted when Rengoku approached them. Rengoku smiled brightly as he scanned the scene. There was some food, like not necessarily summer-food, just plain lunch which did look delicious but…
“Ah, so we will eat lunch first! And then the summer tradition, right?” Rengoku said, putting down his bag and sitting down between them. 
“Hehe, this is the summer tradition, dummy!” Suma said playfully. 
“It’s our summer picnic. We’ve been wanting to invite you before but you were always busy,” Makio explained as she handed Rengoku a small bowl of rice. 
“A picnic, right here?” he asked, looking around. He couldn’t deny it, they definitely chose a pretty place. But it was just a park? No lake? No beach? He didn’t want to say it. He didn’t want to. He didn’t want to….!
“That’s so boring!” Aaaah! Stupid mouth! Rengoku even smiled brightly when he said it. 
“Eh?” Suma said, and she cocked her head. “Did you just say boring?” 
“Let’s pretend we didn’t hear that! He won’t be bored when he tastes your delicious homemade food,” Tengen said brightly, placing some more food in Rengoku’s direction. 
“It’s delicious!” Rengoku chirped with his mouth full. But he was still bored! 
“What is even inside that bag?” Makio asked, pointing at Rengoku’s bag that was now resting in the grass with its contents useless for this summer tradition.
Rengoku hummed, swallowing a mouthful of food before smiling brightly at them, opening his bag and pulling out the insides to show them.
“I bought everything for summer fun,” he said with a rather sarcastic tone for someone like him, making Tengen bark out a laugh. “Look, here I have a towel, this ointment to protect your skin from the sun, and look! I even brought my swimwear!” He pulled out a pair of short pants that were, strangely, the exact same pattern of his haori. "However, it's a shame I won't get to use them just because you guys have this… really boring tradition."
Tengen laughed again as Hinatsuru chuckled awkwardly. "N-Now, Rengoku-san, we'll have plenty of fun, I assure you," she said with a kind smile and Rengoku looked at her with a smile too, but he knew that Hinatsuru was wrong. This was just boring. 
"Yes, Rengoku-san!" Said Makio, placing another bento box between Rengoku's hands. "Isn't the weather nice here? And the food is also very good, isn't it? We even have salt grilled bream, isn't it your favorite?"
She was basically pushing the fish into his mouth, so Rengoku opened his lips to let her do so. Instantly, there was an explosion of salty flavors inside his mouth that made his taste buds tingle and his mouth water as he chewed on the fish enthusiastically. 
The weather was nice, yes. He couldn't deny that they had chosen quite the place to make their summer picnic. The food was also fantastic, he hoped they kept refilling his bento boxes, but this was not what he was expecting. 
He didn't want to sound like a spoiled child, but perhaps he really wanted to go to the beach and have a water war, but he shouldn't act this rude, right? 
"Delicious!" He exclaimed again, wanting to avert the conversation from that topic as he kept himself busy, eating happily. Tengen’s wives seemed relieved to see him enjoying himself and they continued to eat and chat as well. However, Tengen’s eyes were on him for quite a while, and Rengoku wasn’t very sure why.
“Is there anything on my face?” he asked merrily, accidentally losing some food since he was talking with his mouth full. He quickly wiped it off his robes, leaving only a minor stain, and he licked his fingers clean.
Tengen chuckled and shook his head. “No. I’m just worried you’re not really enjoying yourself here, and that we might have burdened you by inviting you to this picnic,” he said.
Rengoku gasped and shook his head. “Not a burden! No, no!” he cried.
“Perhaps we could think of something that will make you enjoy yourself more? Ladies?” Tengen asked his wives for support. Oh oh? Like going somewhere for a swim? Rengoku watched them hopefully.
“Really, even if I’m just a little bored, don’t feel forced to HYa!” Rengoku jumped when Suma suddenly leaned over and pierced his side with her finger.
“You mean this, Tengen-Sama?” she asked sweetly, poking Rengoku again and making him shriek and jump to the side. The other side where Makio’s finger was awaiting him, also poking his side and tickling him.
“Exactly,” Tengen encouraged them with a smile. Rengoku clenched his lunch box in his hand and cackled.
“Hey! Hehehey what are we dohohoing?” He danced awkwardly in between them, but they kept poking him, a pink blush spreading across his cheeks. 
Oh, this sensation. It had been a while, he didn't even think he was still ticklish, but it seemed that he was, the gentle pokes were making him laugh so much already and he tried to not drop his precious lunch box, but then Hinatsuru gently took it away from between his hands and Rengoku laughed when Suma's fingers turned those gentle pokes into firm squeezes against his lower ribs.
"Wahahait!" He laughed, pulling his arms tightly against his sides and bending over, his forehead almost touching the blanket where they all sat. "N-Nohohoho! I'm tihihihicklihish!" 
"Oh? Are you now?" Tengen teased, making his wives giggle playfully. "I'm sure you're not so bored anymore, huh?"
Rengoku lifted his head to look at Tengen. Little tears were already present at the corners of his eyes and a big, bright smile pulled at his lips. 
"I m-mehehean, y-you ahaha-are f-fohohorcihing me to lahahaugh so- ahahaha! I'm sohohohorry!" 
He flopped onto the blanket when he felt thumbs digging into the back of his ribs, loud laughter poured out of him as he turned onto his back. 
"Oh-uh, not a good choice," Hinatsuru said with a big grin on her face and soon Rengoku found out why he had made a huge mistake. 
Four hands viciously tickled his exposed torso. Clawing at his tummy, squeezing his sides, digging into his ribs and even pinching his hips all at full speed. 
��Lahahadies! Plehehease! Wahahah!” he howled, curling up, flopping and thrashing in between them.
“Watch the feet, girls,” Tengen said, casually leaning back when Rengoku almost kicked his lunch from his hands. He was so mean!
Makio was the first to get up while Suma continued to attack Rengoku’s torso. She sat down on top of his legs to pin them down effectively, and while she was at it…
“Nonono nohoho!” Rengoku cried when she took off his sandals so she could tickle his feet. Tengen laughed at this too, impressed by her move. Not only were Rengoku’s kicking feet and legs no longer a threat, they also proved to be pretty good tickle spots for her to torture. 
Giggling, Makio tickled his feet and also tested the sensitivity of his legs, scribbling her skilful fingers all over his calves and the back of his knees before returning to his ticklish feet.
“Rengoku-san is ticklish all over!” Suma observed from the other side. Her fingers were still massaging Rengoku’s sides and ribs and it tickled! so! bad!
“HEeeheheheee! I cahahan’t! Ahahahah! It tihiihicklehehees!” he roared. Little tears had already become big tears as they dripped down his flushed cheeks.
He had forgotten he was this ticklish! He sure had his fair share of tickle fights with Senjurou, (that would last only a few seconds before their father would snap at their loud laughter), and he had also had some tickly moments with Kanroji Mitsuri every now and then, but he couldn't remember the last time he was tickled like this! 
Tengen's wives were vicious in their attack, and strong enough to pin him nicely so he could barely do anything to stop them. Their nimble fingers would find their way through all of his defenses and he could only throw his head back with intense laughter. 
It was a little embarrassing that he couldn't stop them, but at the same time he thought… that was a little fun. The little ache he felt in the muscles of his stomach from laughing and the ache at his cheeks and the funny sensation making his brain feel fuzzy. It all felt nice. He felt nice to let go and just… laugh. Truly laugh. 
"It looks like you also want to join." Rengoku heard Tengen say and knew he was talking to Hinatsuru, who was still beside her husband, looking at the scene in front of her with a smile and flushed cheeks. 
"Would that be okay?" She asked and Rengoku shrieked out a laugh, shaking his head. 
"N-Nohohoho! Hi-Hihihinahahatsuru-sahahan! Hehehelp mehehe!" He said through his laughter, jerking heavily when Suma found a weak spot in the middle of his stomach, around his belly button and Makio's long nails had settled underneath his toes, carefully scratching at the tenderness of his skin. 
Tengen laughed, a bit too excited by Rengoku's reactions. "Of course it's okay! Tell you what, we'll both join in~'
The sudden movement of both Tengen and Hinatsuru advancing on him actually disturbed all of the tickle chaos that was going on. Suma and Makio leaned back to make space for them, and Rengoku’s sudden kick and wild move shook them right off him - and before any of them could grab him, he got on all fours and started running, messing up the last of the picnic blanket as he kicked his way into freedom. 
Not that he came far, of course.
“HEHehehe Tehehengen wahahah!” he cackled when Tengen caught up to him quickly, wrapping one arm around his middle and dragging him back down. 
“Now where are you going huh?” he growled playfully. The others followed suit, and while Tengen dug with crazy madness into his sensitive sides and ribs, he felt how the soft delicate and feminine touches returned to his other tickle spots. Laying on his stomach, his feet were turned upwards and could be perfectly targeted by ten flexible fingers.
He could smell the sweet fragance he noted to be Suma’s as she kneeled down by his side where she pried one of his arms out of the way to tickle his underarm. Another tickled his neck and ears with her long tickly nails. Ah yes. Rengoku was really getting tickled to death by the four of them.
"NAHAHAT THEHERE!" He pleaded and he could hear Tengen and the girls laughing above him. 
"Now, you gotta be more specific," Tengen said, clawing at the back of Rengoku's ribs, making him cackle like a mad man. "We're tickling you pretty much everywhere, where could 'there' be? Your feet?" 
At the mention of that spot, Rengoku felt the tickling intensifying, especially under his toes and the balls of his feet. He tried to kick his legs, but they were pinned by Makio. 
"Or maybe your legs?" Tengen asked again and Rengoku couldn't help but focus on those maddening squeezes to his inner thighs and the quick scribbles to the back of his knees from Hinatsuru's gentle hands. 
"Plehehease, I'll dihihie!" 
"Or maybe right here on your hips?" Tengen continued, his own fingers moving down to squeeze at Rengoku's hips, making him dance, trying to dislodge Tengen's hands from his hips. "Or your sides? Stomach? Ribs?" 
Rengoku's face was on fire. The pleading had died down and he could only laugh his head off as he squirmed weakly, jolting every time Tengen moved to a different spot and shrieking when he dug his fingers into his sensitive skin. 
"Or maybe under your arms or neck?"
Suma's fingers were very present under his arm, wiggling and digging into the middle of his armpits, making him laugh in hysterics, bubbly giggles mixing in-between when he felt long fingernails gliding across his neck and ears. 
"EHEHEVERYWHEHERE!" Rengoku laughed, snorting and scrunching his nose up adorably. 
Tengen laughed at that, a low and charming sound, but Rengoku could barely hear any of it as his own shrieking laughter surrounded all of them.
“Alright, that’s enough entertainment I think. His voice is doing things,” Tengen noted the pitchy and gaspy noises Rengoku was making, and finally, all fingers stopped tickling him and they moved off him so he could breathe like a normal person. Rengoku rolled on his back and sighed.
“You guys!” he whined, but he spread his arms and breathed out. Woah. He hadn’t laughed that much in…. forever? 
“I don’t think he is bored anymore,” Suma giggled.
“But surely he’s feeling a little hot now,” Hinatsuru said.
“Even I am feeling hot, bwaha!” Makio laughed. Rengoku panted and wheezed. He felt a little hot and sweaty indeed after all that. 
“Then… how about we skip desserts and go for a swim after all? We’re not near a beach, but I know a lake that’s pretty close,” Tengen suggested. Rengoku gasped and lifted his head, staring at him with wide and sparkly eyes.
“REALLY?” he squeaked, his voice still hoarse. Tengen smiled and held out his hand.
“You deserve a refreshing dive into the water. We all do. You’re right, it’s summer after all,” he said, helping Rengoku get back on his feet. 
Rengoku was nearly dancing in excitement, his smile blinding as he quickly helped get everything ready for their departure to the lake, not without letting out some ridiculous squeaks and giggles as he was victim of some sneaky pokes and squeezes to his sides and ribs by those extremely playful ladies. 
This was fun. Even being tickled until he was sweating was fun. And he was sure they all would have lots of fun once they arrived at the lake because what’s summer without a water fight? Rengoku was excited and happy.
He wished he could feel like that all the time…
“C’mon, Rengoku,” Tengen patted his back and pulled gently at his clothes. “Weren’t you so excited about the lake? Let’s go!” 
“A-Ah,” Rengoku said, looking at his companions, all ready to have his so wanted summer fun. He chuckled, smiling brightly at them. “Yes, let’s go!”
He knew he couldn’t always feel this happy, but right now, he was going to indulge into this wonderful sensation and enjoy every second of it with these friends of his!
“Hurry up, Rengoku-san,” Makio said, smiling brightly. “Or else we’ll tickle you again.”
Rengoku laughed, “I am not even ticklish!” He laughed brightly when suddenly four hands reached out to tickle him at the same time. “Fihihine! Lehehet’s huhurry uhuhup!”
Ah yes, he was going to enjoy himself to the fullest!
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thewillofdeez · 3 months
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Mihawk vs The Seals
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Summary: Every year, hundreds of seals return to Kuraigana Island to mate, including Mihawk's nemesis. His name is Neil.
Characters: Mihawk, Zoro, Perona, Neil the Seal as I imagine him in the One Piece Universe
Warnings: Some minor language, bittersweet mood. It's not crack, but it's almost crack. Crack-lite, if you will.
Note: Listen. It's extremely important to me that you know three things before you read this.
1) I haven't written anything substantial in several months. I was hoping to get The Warlord and the Revolutionary final chapters up today, but this happened instead.
2) I have been heavily on Neil the Seal TikTok.
3) This is my first day taking Adderall. I wrote this in 3.5 hours, starting with nothing more than a very vague concept. I guess that means it's working.
Take that all for what you will. Should I have published this? Maybe not. But here we are.
It was another day on Kuraigana Island for Mihawk, Zoro, and Perona. The two young pirates had been living with Mihawk for only a few months. Spring was slowly starting to reach the island, the weather beginning to warm ever so slightly. The three pirates sat down at the breakfast table, when Mihawk heard it: A loud, emotional braying sound from outside. He sighed heavily, placing his coffee cup on the table. Zoro and Perona exchanged a look.
“What,” Zoro said slowly, “The ever-loving hell was that?”
“That is the worst sound I’ve ever heard,” Perona added. “Like a vacuum cleaner sucking up a small elephant.”
“The seals are back,” Mihawk stated plainly, already feeling a headache coming on.
“The…seals?” Perona asked tentatively.
Mihawk sipped his coffee and sighed. “Every year around 300 seals come to this island to mate. For the next two weeks or so, the beach behind the castle will be their mating grounds.”
Perona’s eyes lit up, and she floated quickly to the window to look outside. A number of large, gray-ish blue seals were already beginning to gather on the beach. “EEEE they’re so cute!”
"They’re not cute,” Mihawk shot back, “They’re a menace. They’re loud, they take over the whole castle grounds, and they shit everywhere . Once they leave I have to have a company come in and rake the beach like a giant litterbox, and I have to spray down the bridge and patio every day. It’s a nightmare. A loud, smelly, destructive nightmare”
Zoro was trying not to chuckle at his mentor’s annoyance at seals of all things. “Can’t you, like, do anything about it?”
"Of course not,” Mihawk replied curtly. “They’re wild animals, I have no control over them. However, I did try slicing one up to send a message my first year here. They didn’t care. Then I just felt bad about killing it. I ate nothing but seal meat for weeks. Got a nice rug out of it though.”
Zoro laughed at the absurdity of the situation, and Mihawk narrowed his eyes. “You laugh now, Roronoa, but you won’t be when it’s 3am and you can’t sleep because there’s a seal orgy happening outside your window.” Mihawk drained his coffee cup and stood. “Both of you, come. We need to check the seal-proofing on the castle before we begin training for the day.”
“Seal-proofing?” Perona asked, floating behind him.
“Yes, I’ve boarded up several of the lower entrances because if I don’t they will get inside the castle. The last thing I want is to come downstairs to find a pile of seals sleeping in the living room. Again.”
Zoro and Perona followed Mihawk outside. Numerous seals were gathered, mostly on the beach, but some were beginning to flop their way up the paths, and some were swimming in the lake. Mihawk walked confidently through the fray, watching his step as he went. Perona eyed them cautiously. They were much larger up close, and distinctly less cute. “Mihawk,” Perona asked cautiously as one brayed loudly at her, “Are they, ya know, dangerous?”
“For someone like you, perhaps,” he replied calmly, though irritation still laced his words. “They can be quite territorial, but generally if you keep your distance and don’t bother them, they won’t bother you. I recommend flying a little higher than you normally might to avoid any trouble.” Perona immediately obeyed, floating an extra few feet off the ground.
The three made their way around the perimeter of the castle, checking various entrances to ensure Mihawk’s make-shift seal proofing was holding up, and making repairs where it wasn’t. Upon the path, a seal blocked their way. It was easily the largest Zoro and Perona had seen so far, its enormous body marred with the scars of many years in the ocean. Mihawk stood before it, narrowing his golden eyes and crossing his arms. “Hello, Neil.” The seal brayed loudly in response, flecks of saliva misting the three pirates.
Mihawk only continued to glare as he wiped his face with his sleeve. “Move,” he demanded. Neil barked in defiance, rolling over onto his back in a move Mihawk could only presume was seal for “fuck you, make me.”
“You, uh…you named the seal?” Zoro asked hesitantly, again trying to hold in his laughter to not make Mihawk any angrier than he already was.
“Yes, I’ve named several of the more annoying ones. This is Neil. He’s my nemesis. I hate him and he hates me.”
Zoro placed a hand over his mouth, turning his back to keep in his laughter, but he couldn’t do it. He let out a loud guffaw, bracing his hands on his knees as he laughed. “Neil the seal?! You gave him a rhyming name? And he’s your nemesis ?!” Neil let out a bark too, it almost sounded like laughing.
Mihawk’s face grew red. “Neil, move!” he demanded. As the seal let out a series of short, mocking barks it finally obeyed, moving off the path and towards the beach, satisfied that it had thoroughly humiliated Mihawk enough for one day. Mihawk took a deep breath and continued down the path.
“Watch your step, Zoro,” Mihawk stated as they walked, without even looking at the young man behind him. Before Zoro had a chance to ask why, he felt his boot land in something squishy.
“Ugh, dammit,” Zoro lamented, pulling his boot from the glob of seal poo Neil had left behind with a thwack .
“Haha!” Perona taunted in a sing-song voice, “You stepped in seal poo!”
Zoro grumbled, trying to wipe the bulk of the mess from his boots in the dirt. “It’s gonna be a long two weeks.”
And boy was it! Mihawk hadn’t been exaggerating about the noise. It was exceptionally loud, to the point where they were all constantly exhausted from lack of sleep. Perona even attempted to sound-proof her room by stacking her plushies in front of the windows, but despite her rather impressive collection, no amount of plushies was enough to keep the noise at bay with the room’s enormous, gothic windows.
Zoro and Mihawk’s training was often interrupted by the seals flopping along between them, paying absolutely no mind to the two men and their large, sharp swords. One day they attempted to move their training inside to the dungeons, only to find that a dozen seals had broken Mihawk’s barrier, and were now mating loudly. Between chasing the seals outside and cleaning up the mess the animals had made, they got no training done that day. As they cleaned and mopped, Mihawk could have sworn he heard Zoro grumble something about “never wanting to see a seal dick again.”
And then there was Neil. Though Zoro had laughed when Mihawk confidently declared Neil his nemesis, the giant seal did seem to find a perverse joy in tormenting Mihawk, personally. As Mihawk defiantly took his afternoon tea and daily cigarette out on the patio, despite the noise and the smell (a holdover from his younger days, and one of the few simple pleasures in his life), Neil would flop his enormous body up the stairs and honk directly at the swordsman, one time knocking over the small table and sending his teacup shattering on the ground before flopping away, letting out short, loud honks that Mihawk was positive was laughter. Perona tried her best to glue the teacup back together, but it was rather leaky and had to be discarded.
Neil also enjoyed standing directly outside of Mihawk’s window and bellowing at night, and occasionally charging directly at him. Mihawk was strong, but he wasn’t indestructible, and one thousand pounds of seal would certainly hurt him. Then of course, there were the daily “gifts” Neil left on the front doorstep. They appeared in the morning after breakfast, so Mihawk had no evidence that it was Neil, but he knew deep down that it was him.
One day, roughly two weeks from the day they began appearing on the island, the seals began leaving, their mating for the season done. Mihawk sat outside with his afternoon tea and his cigarette, not making the same mistake of placing the teacup on the table twice, lest Neil see it as an invitation. Zoro stepped outside, leaning over the bannister as the seals began slipping into the sea.
“How do you do this every year?” Zoro asked genuinely. “I’m exhausted after dealing with it once.”
Mihawk shrugged as he took a drag on his cigarette. “It’s only for two weeks out of the year. It’s annoying certainly, but it’s a small price to pay for the otherwise silence and isolation of living here.”
After a moment of silence, Mihawk chuckled, a noise Zoro rarely heard from the man. “You know, one time I was getting ready to set out to sea for a Warlord meeting. A mandatory one, another one of those ‘show up or you’ll lose your position’ things. I got to my boat and Neil was there, lying on deck, sound asleep. I tried to get him to move, but he wouldn’t.”
Zoro grinned. Mihawk so rarely told him anything about himself or his past. He was automatically intrigued, always curious to know more about his mentor, even if he’d never openly admit it. “How’d that turn out?”
Mihawk grinned right back, as if they were sharing an understanding. “I took a picture and mailed it to Sengoku. No note, just the picture. Didn’t hear a word back from him. Showed up at the next meeting like nothing happened, but Sengoku later gave me the same picture back, framed. He’d thought it was the funniest thing he’d ever seen: a powerful Warlord of the Sea, trapped on his private island by a giant seal.”
Zoro laughed softly. Something about the idea of the Fleet Admiral gifting one of his Warlords a ridiculous seal picture seemed absurd to him. But he’d seen the picture on the mantle, he knew it was real. Then, Mihawk spoke again. “He’s getting old.”
Zoro turned to him. “You mean Neil?”
Mihawk nodded. “I don’t know how old he is, but he looks more and more worse for wear every time I see him. I’d wager it’ll be another year or two before I don’t see him anymore. Or perhaps this will be the last time.”
Mihawk looked out in the distance, as Zoro took in the man before him. He could never be quite sure with Mihawk, but he felt that there was a certain sadness in his mentor’s voice.
“You kind of enjoy it, don’t you?” Zoro offered. “The back and forth between you and him. He keeps things interesting when there’s no one else around.”
Mihawk shrugged and put out his cigarette. “I won’t deny that I find him entertaining, even as he annoys the hell out of me. Animals are remarkable creatures. So human-like in so many ways, and yet not at the same time. I know he’s just a dumb mammal, but….”
Zoro only nodded, understanding what Mihawk was saying. He thought back to the Kung-Fu Dugongs in Alabasta, who took so strongly to Luffy after he bested them in a fight. He thought about the South Bird in Jaya that he enjoyed bothering by trying to get it to look in directions other than South. He thought of the Humandrills here on Kuraigana, who, now that he had bested them in battle once, had become some of his favorite sparring partners. And he thought of Chopper who, despite his Human-Human Fruit, was still at the end of the day, a reindeer. Animals really were remarkable.
A loud honking sound broke Zoro from his thoughts. Neil was flopping his way up the stairs, and landed at Mihawk’s feet, looking up at him. Mihawk looked down with a raised eyebrow. “I suppose you’re leaving?” Mihawk said. Neil only honked in affirmation. Mihawk nodded. “Well. Stay safe out there. You’re just about the size of a perfect snack for a Sea King. Basically a blubbery jelly bean.” Neil let out a series of those short, braying honks that sounded like laughter. He locked eyes with Mihawk for a moment before flopping his way back down the stairs. Mihawk rose and stood beside Zoro, and together they watched as Neil got in the water and, with one last look towards the castle, swam away.
Several months passed, and it was business as usual for Mihawk, Zoro, and Perona. As Mihawk and Zoro worked in the garden, beginning the process of harvesting the year’s yield, Perona floated up to them excitedly. “Guys! Come to the beach!”
“I don’t have time for a swim,” Mihawk said curtly as he plucked some tomatoes from a vine.
“Ugh, what? No! Just…just shut up and come with me!” She turned and floated away, clearly expecting the men to drop everything and follow her. Mihawk looked to Zoro, who only shrugged and rose to his feet, dropping his gloves in the dirt. Mihawk sighed and begrudgingly did the same.
The two swordsmen followed Perona, who kept looking behind to make sure they were following, though not nearly fast enough for her. And when Mihawk crested the hill and looked out at the beach below him, his eyes widened in surprise to see Neil there, honking loudly in greeting. And not just Neil - with him were six seal pups, perhaps a few months old.
Perona squealed in delight, doing flips in the air. “Aren’t they cute?!” Mihawk could only chuckle as he approached his old nemesis.
Neil brayed happily, bouncing on his flippers and pushing the small seals with his snout towards Mihawk, who crossed his arms and chuckled. “You wanted me to meet your children, huh?” Neil honked in affirmation.
Mihawk, Zoro, and Perona sat down on the beach, allowing the seal pups to approach them. He wouldn’t say it, but they were actually quite cute. “Congratulations, Neil,” Mihawk said, his lips upturning in a slight grin. “Shall I fetch you a cigar and some whiskey to celebrate?”
That loud, honking laugh again. The one Mihawk had grown so accustomed to over his time living at the castle, the one that made Mihawk confident that even if Neil couldn’t speak the language of humans, he certainly understood every word they said.
Neil watched as the pups sniffed around the humans, eventually deeming them safe enough to accept pets, and one even crawled into Zoro’s lap for a nap, as if he’d found a kindred spirit in the green-haired swordsman. Then, satisfied, Neil let out one last bray, before turning and flopping his way back into the water. Mihawk rose quickly, going after him, not even caring that the surf was covering his boots. “Neil! Stop! I’m not a babysitter! I already have two children I don’t want, I don’t need more!”
Neil only turned and looked directly at Mihawk, and in that moment, Mihawk understood: this was Neil’s last journey to Kuraigana Island. He wasn’t coming back. Whatever may have happened to the mother, Neil was leaving his pups in the care of someone he trusted. They were still too small to make it in the wild on their own, and Neil wanted to give them the best chance at survival and a safe haven to return to, just as he had been doing for so many years.
Mihawk nodded and approached Neil, who was still looking up at him with glossy, black eyes. For the first time, Mihawk noticed a cloudiness in the seal’s eyes: cataracts. For how long had Neil had this problem and Mihawk hadn’t even noticed? Could he have taken him to a veterinarian? Could he have gotten him help if he hadn’t been so preoccupied with their cat-and-mouse game? Mihawk felt a pang in his chest as he reached out and placed a calloused hand gently on Neil’s head, petting him gently.
“I’ll take care of them,” he said, trying to hide the hoarseness appearing in his voice. “As long as they’re on this island, they will be safe.” Neil blinked and honked lowly, something Mihawk could only interpret as “thank you.” And with that, Neil flopped into the sea and swam away, leaving Mihawk standing on the shore with Zoro, Perona, and the pups.
Mihawk allowed himself a minute to mourn his odd friend, then turned and walked back to where Zoro and Perona sat with the seal pups. It was clear the two younger pirates understood what had just happened, and Perona had silent tears streaming down her cheeks.
“So what now?” she asked quietly, gently stroking the seal pup before her.
Mihawk sighed, picking up one of the pups and holding it out in front of him. It looked quite like Neil, but had a smattering of light gray spots on its fur. Its glossy black eyes looked at him with curiosity and it cocked its head to the side, taking in the man before it, before immediately peeing. The swordsman could only laugh softly. This was definitely Neil’s child.
He placed the seal gently on the ground, and it happily bounced over to its siblings. “Well,” he said, “I’m going to go change my clothes. Then, I suppose, we’re going fishing. We have six new mouths to feed after all.”
Zoro and Perona smiled, Perona wiping the tears from her face. They rose and followed Mihawk, and the six seal pups flopped along cheerily behind them, ready to explore their new home.
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versegm · 9 months
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The inn is rather nice, all things considered. The sheets warm, the mattress is soft- even the pillows smell nice, lavender sewed in the fabric. There is only one tiny, teeny, insignificant problem.
“There is only one bed.”
Tonelico shrugs, already sitting on the mattress to pull off her boots. “It’s large enough for the both of us.”
She’s right; it is. You’re lucky you found a working inn in the first place, really- too many of these merely imitate the shape of a bed without making it actually useable to sleep in. Still, you can’t help but feel… mildly uncomfortable.
She quirks an eyebrow up at your obvious reluctance. “Is it a problem? You sleep with Totrot all the time.”
“It’s different.” Totrot is a dear friend of yours, as is Senpai, but- neither of them makes your heart jackhammer in your chest. Neither of them fills you with yearning and pining and want, so much that you don’t know what to do with it. Neither of them is dangerous to touch in your sleep, is your point. Meanwhile, you feel like you will physically combust if you so much as brush Tonelico’s hand in this situation. “I’ll manage, though. Don’t worry about it.”
She stares at you for a second, but thankfully she doesn’t push you. She shrugs off her cape next, hanging it with her hat in a corner of the room. You follow her example by shedding your armor, turning back to your regular clothes. You don’t have any sleepwear on you, so you’ll sleep directly in these-
“Say, Mash. Do you want me?”
You freeze, halfway through parting the blanket. “…What?”
You look up. Tonelico has come back to the bed. She’s crawling on it on all four, in fact, hair undone, and while she is still clothed she had taken off her ribbon, meaning her blouse is falling in a way that is giving you a front view of her cleavage. “I said,” she sits back on her heels, reaching out to cup your face, “do you want me?”
You are trying, really hard, not to stare. Coincidentally, you are failing equally hard. Who could blame you? Who could blame you for being mesmerized by this star in human form? Who could blame you for being absorbed those eyes, blue as the surface of a lake?
Still, you cannot- this is the one thing you cannot have. So you raise a hand of your own, and gently take her wrist. “We cannot be together. You know that.”
There is too much that separates the two of you. From her perspective, you aren’t even born yet. From yours, she is already dead. To save her from her doom is to deny your future. To send you back to the future is to condemn her once more. It doesn't matter how much you want to hold her, how much you want to kiss her, how much you want to drag her to the beach or show her your favorite movies or do your taxes with her. There is no way for this to end well.
“We cannot be together. I know that.”  She brings your hand to her lips, kiss the back of your knuckles. Galahad had served King Arthur. You bear his title of knight, but you haven’t sworn allegiance to any liege. Sometimes, when the night is quiet and sleep evades you, you like to imagine what it would be like- to swear yourself to Tonelico, to dedicate your life to this girl without an ounce of noble blood yet whose soul is nobler than any pedigree. “That is not what I’m asking. What is wrong with two friends comforting each other? This will not leave this room. This will not leave this night. Come the morning light, we will be back to Mash and Tonelico, two travelling companions and nothing more. So I ask of you, right now, at this moment- do you want me?”
Ah- this is unwise, you know it. A promise for a heartbreak. But doomed for doomed- you want to know. If only once, you want to know- the taste of her skin. The feeling of her lips. If only once, you have to know- or you will never forgive yourself for it.
Weakly, you nod- and with a smile, Tonelico leans in, and kisses you.
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stardewremixed · 10 months
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Alex and Abigail
She's that weird purple haired girl, right? Hangs out in graveyards sometimes?
Alex finds her kinda cute... pint-sized. Sometimes daydreams about carrying her, piggyback style.
Abi first noticed Alex when he was mourning his mom at the graveside. She respectfully ignored when he swiped at tears and found another place to journal.
Alex first noticed Abi when he was walking back from his workout at the spa on a summer afternoon. She was playing her flute in the woods. He couldn't help but stare a little bit from behind a tree. He found the music hauntingly beautiful. (And... he's a butt guy, and she has a nice ass, especially while swaying around as she played her flute).
She convinces her dad to give Alex a summer job as a stock boy.
Alex can reach the top shelves and carry heavy bags with ease.
Ngl... she appreciates the "view" of Alex hoisting large bags of potatoes.
The job doesn't pay great but it's something. And he gets a discount on Granny's groceries.
Abi once brought an order of flour, sugar, and baking powder that Alex forgot at the store. She "saved" the day. Evelyn invites her to stay for dinner.
She watched a horror movie with George while Ev fixes their food. His Gramps isn't scared of anything.
Alex didn't want to admit it but he was a little startled by the jump scare scenes. Abi talks a lot throughout the movie and dinner (which George finds annoying). Alex is only half-listening, but he likes her voice. And he's a bit mesmerized by her lips.
She stays to help Alex with dishes while Ev helps George with his evening bath. Abi is a bit playful and splashes water at himz and tosses a sponge.
Oh you're gonna get it! Alex enjoys the playfulness. He splashes her back, maybe even snaps the dish towel toward her ass.
Flirty house chores are the best!
He offers to walk her home, even though it's not far. And then dawdles a bit outside the back door.
The next time Abi sees him, she brings a nice meaty bone for Dusty.
Alex is in love! 😍
Abi wants to join the Adventure Guild... badly. Alex knows this. He offers (in a confident but sincere way) to help her train physically. If she wants. She gladly accepts.
He looks forward to training days with Abi. Starting out with light weights. Then short runs. Sit-ups. Push-ups.
As he grows more comfortable with her, Alex takes off his shirt for jogs on the beach.
She playfully pokes his abs. He likes it!
He builds her an entire training course in the woods over a few weeks. When she sees it, Abi is stunned. Speechless.
Then she leaps into his arms and kisses him, overjoyed.
Of course, it's raining.
Alex isn't big on sweeping romantic gestures. He's a practical guy. This was practical AND romantic.
At first, he's a little flushed, surprised.
They've been flirty for weeks. And she's a bit younger than him.
He expected to make the first move... eventually. But...
Abi doesn't move slow. And he loves it!
Even if it's just a summer fling, Alex feels it is worth it.
After their makeout session in the woods, the two spend loads of time together.
Swimming in the lakes, rivers.
Parasailing in the ocean.
Hiking in the mountains.
Walking Dusty around town together.
Making cookies and watching movies.
Tossing around the gridball.
Organizing a water balloon toss during the luau.
Going to the skate park / batting cages with Sam, who wholeheartedly supports this pairing.
Seb takes a bit to warm to the idea, but only because he's protective of Abigail.
He sees how happy Alex makes her, and comes around. Maybe even plays a little fantasy gridball online with Alex / Shane. Seb goes easy on Alex. Shane does not.
Abi is so supportive of Alex's dream to play gridball professionally.
When an opportunity arises, she encourages him to try out for the minors.
And she bakes him a cake to celebrate when he makes the cut.
She is so proud of him! And he is over the moon that she believes in him.
It's not the Tunnelers. But it doesn't matter. They are both thrilled.
He trains his replacement before he leaves (Martin and Shane, when JojaMart closes).
Which makes Abi love him more.
Alex is so responsible and loyal. Even her dad has to admit that he's good for Abi.
And Alex couldn't be prouder (or louder), cheering in the front row, when she walks across the stage to get her uni diploma.
He knows she worked so hard and he throws her a party to celebrate.
Complete with a pop rocks cake!
And when she decides she wants to pursue a master's, he is right there with her, researching options, learning all he can about the various schools in the area for her specialty.
Abi selects a program near his stadium.
They get a little apartment in Zuzu City.
And every day, he walks her to class and picks her up after practice.
Literally.
She squeals every time.
He takes her out for pizza and beer.
Or cooks at home.
He's actually pretty domestic thanks to Granny. Makes good soups.
And let's be honest... he makes grilled cheeses like nobody's business.
She loves when he wears a long apron... nothing else. 😉
Alex picks out a stone.
The biggest rock he can afford.
But first... he teases her with a rock candy ring.
She loves to chew "rocks" after all. Haha!
When she sees it, she immediately says yes and jumps in his arms.
Even before seeing the "real deal."
You make me a better man... he says. And I will work hard every day to give you the life you deserve.
Her mom and his granny are thrilled to plan a wedding together.
Caroline takes Abi dress shopping, and she invites Alex over frequently for family game nights.
Alex looks forward to it and feels so welcome.
Plus Caroline brews the best tea.
Alex wasn't even a tea drinker before. But Abi's mom makes good stuff.
He feels so grateful for another mom figure in his life. Especially since he lost his mom so young.
George grunts a lot, but he sees how good Abigail is for his grandson.
And Pierre is skeptical but... he knows how well Alex cares for his daughter.
And the two get married... in the woods... where he first saw her play the flute.
Abigail with her long hair flowing, and white dreamy sleeves, flowers in her hair.
Alex in a tux... that George wore for his wedding day. Ev has to take it out a smidge (because Alex is more muscular) but he looks fantastic.
As she walks down the flower petal aisle, barefoot in the soft grass, she winks at him.
He's the luckiest guy alive!
It's a magical day!
Sometimes he can hardly believe this is his life now!
These two (suddenly) make so much sense to me! 🥰
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addsalwayssick · 2 months
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James is Summer
His eyes are the same color as the honey the bees are making, his hair the same as the bathing suits the girls are wearing to the beach. He changes in the Summer like the ocean waves. The sun warms everything, makes everything nice again, just like him. His skin grows darker, his glasses are replaced with contacts for swimming. The button up’s and swimsuits, the hikes, the river days are all days he cherishes. He stays with his friends and family the days.
Remus is Fall
Between the hot chocolate and the warm sweaters, the smell of leaves and pumpkin in the air. His hair is the color of some of the leaves fallen in the ground, his eyes the color of the remaining leaves on the trees. The rain comes down and he listens to music while writing, the thunder a perfect lullaby when he falls asleep.
Sirius is Winter
The black hair, the black name, against the white of snow is a sharp contrast. His eyes are the color of the frozen lakes and the snowflakes falling from the sky. His skin is pale, like the snow on the ground. He runs around in winter coats and scarves, mittens and heavy pants. His cheeks are flush with the cold, and his nose is bright pink.
Peter is Spring
The spring is often forgotten, the in between of winter and summer. People like summer better than they like Spring, so it’s passed over. But Peter, his eyes are the same green as the as the blooming leaves in the trees. the same green as the new and healthy grass. His lips are the same color as the flowers sprouting out of the ground. The weather, it’s warm but not blazing. It’s nice, comfortable.
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ethereal27cereal · 1 year
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Lover’s Lake - Eddie Munson Plus Size Female Reader Series
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series masterlist - part 5/?
summary: The long awaited beach day is finally here! You and Eddie spend a fun filled day in the sun, sharing bits and pieces about your pasts, and wind up thinking about the future together. 
warnings: Adult themes and content so MINORS DNI! mentions of previous smut and sexual experiences, use of the word fat (not used in a derogatory or bullying way), mentions of terminally ill parents, mention of childhood trauma (Eddie’s), let me know if I missed anything
genre: mostly fluff, mentions of smut
word count: 9.4K
author’s note: This took forever and a day to finally finish, but here we are. Thank you to all the lovely people who put up with me bitching and moaning through writing this part, I’m eternally grateful for your suggestions and support @boomhauer @kissmecaiti @wtf-lindsay @babys-interior I kind of left this one on a cliffhanger smut-wise because I didn’t want cram more in for what I have planned, but there will be some spicy stuff at the start of the next part, I promise. Any feedback or comments are always appreciated 💕
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The porch light flickers overhead, casting dancing shadows across Eddie’s pale features as you lean in closer to his chest, both of you a bit unsure of how to proceed with goodbyes. Should you hug? A friendly wave? Would a kiss be too much? You stare up at him expectantly, absently licking your lips and hoping maybe he will get the hint.
His Adam's apple bobs as swallows a harsh gulp, clearly trying not to stare at your wet and inviting lips. The finger he has curled under your chin strokes a slow path along your jaw, trailing down the curve of your neck to rest tentatively on your shoulder. His plump lips quiver slightly, a silent question waiting on his tongue as he gives in and flicks his gaze down to your lips. 
Am I being a hypocrite if I kiss her right now? I just got done with saying how I didn’t want to end the date on a sexual note, but fuck me, those lips. I need to kiss them again. And Christ, they would look so good wrapped around my cock…shit shit shit, don’t think that. Fuck she’s staring at me. Say something, something normal!
“I like your shirt. It’s really soft,” Eddie blurts, rubbing his fingers against the soft jersey knit. That’s normal, right? Her shirt is nice, just don’t think about what she would look like taking it off…fuck. Get it together, Eddie. 
“Umm, thanks,” you smile shyly, bringing a tentative hand up to Eddie’s chest to trace a finger along the outline of the smiling devil on his Hellfire shirt.
“I’ll meet you at the lake at 2?” Eddie’s words come out as a nervous half statement, half question, focusing too much of his attention staring between your soft lips and your twinkling eyes and trying not to bash his head against the wall again as your fingers swirl absent patterns along his chest.
“2 sounds perfect…” you begin, trying to read into his warm brown eyes. 
“You can kiss me, you know. I promise I will keep my hands mostly to myself this time,” you suggest with a smirk, biting your lip and putting both hands up on his chest where he can see them and splaying your fingers out like you have nothing to hide. He blinks rapidly, a boyish grin spreading across his face before he leans in, lips so close to yours you can feel the flutter of his warm breath fanning across your cheeks. 
“If you’re sure you can behave yourself… I will do my best to be a gentleman because, god, I want to kiss you again,” he whispers, his bottom lip catching against yours with each drippingly sweet syllable. You nod and smile sheepishly, taking the opportunity to press your body flush against his. He stifles a groan and gives you a warning look, that you simply return with a flutter of your eyelashes and a pout of feigned innocence before capturing his lips against yours in a feathery soft kiss. 
His heart pounds in his chest, attempting futilely to keep the kiss gentle, but a lava begins rising in his belly when your tongue languidly sweeps against his bottom lip. His whole body tingles when he parts his lips to let you in, mouth filling with flames at each gentle explorative swipe of your tongue against his. In a moment of heated boldness, you crawl your fingers up his chest, lightly brushing over the delicate skin of his neck before tangling into the soft curls at the nape of his neck and giving a gentle tug. 
Something deeply carnal in him lurches to life and Eddie groans against your lips, gripping your waist a little too tightly when his knees nearly give out. Wildly unaware that you pulling on his hair could ever illicit that kind of overwhelmingly fiery feeling. The newly awakened molten beast inside him claws against his ribs, chest tightening, begging for you to do it again. 
Emboldened by his reaction, you repeat the motion, teasing your fingers into his scalp as you pull a little harder this time. His back arches instinctively, releasing a soft moan that you greedily swallow down, hungry for him to give you more. But your senses come back to you with sudden clarity. You’re meant to be behaving. Not inciting a riot of the senses with kisses and touches that make you both feel like ripping each other’s clothes off and fucking right on the front porch. 
With a sudden pop, you pull away from the kiss, knowing that if you stay there any longer you might find yourself back in the same situation you’d been in not more than twenty minutes ago. Fondling through thick denim, grabbing, groping, hasty in your race to the finish line. Old habits die hard apparently, especially when that’s what you’ve been told that’s all you’re good for. 
You release your hold on the back of his neck, offering a gentle pat pat to his chest before bouncing up the last step to the door. Eddie watches you glide away, collapsing back against the wall and bringing a sweaty palm up to his forehead. 
“Christ, that was um…thank you,” he mumbles, an adorably dazed and confused look glazing across his soft features. You giggle, fiddling your key into the large brass doorknob and turning back to face him, not quite sure what he is thanking you for, but feeling giddy from his response all the same.
“I’ll see you on Sunday at Lover’s Lake at 2,” you reiterate with a sweet smile, letting the heavy front door rest against your hip. 
“Sunday at 2, I’ll be there,” Eddie promises, shakily coming to a full stand and backing off the porch. “With a picnic basket in hand, dressed in my best swim trunks,” he adds excitedly, catching himself before he almost trips over a potted plant. 
“Good, I can’t wait,” you grin, suddenly feeling anxious about the fact that if Eddie is going to be in a swimsuit, that means he will see you in one too. 
“Me neither,” he admits, again narrowly dodging another terracotta pot as he takes a few more steps backwards down the path leading toward his van. 
“Goodnight, Eddie,” you giggle, slowly stepping inside the dark doorway. 
“Goodnight, Y/N, sweet dreams,” Eddie replies, offering a sweet wave before turning to walk the rest of the crushed gravel walkway. As you go to close the door, you catch him fist pumping the air, a whispered “yes” hissing through the silence of night as he reaches the front of his van. You can’t help but let out a laugh.Eddie whips around at the sound, a shy grin on his face. 
“Just pretend like you didn’t see that,” he assures, patting his hand definitively on the hood before shuffling backwards toward the driver’s side. 
“See what?” you shrug your shoulders innocently. He beams and points a knowing finger at you. “Goodnight, Eddie,” you repeat. 
“Goodnight, sweetheart,” Eddie says, maybe a little too loudly before hopping into his van and rumbling down the quiet street. 
~*~
Everything about the guest room feels swelteringly warm and it’s making sleep impossible. You’ve already thrown off your sheets and stripped down to nothing but your underwear, but it still feels too hot. You toss and turn, trying to muster the energy to get up and open the window, but your body just sinks further into the mattress with exhaustion. Every other part of you feels physically ready to sleep, but your mind is buzzing. Maybe from the heat, but mostly from the constant whirring thoughts about Eddie and everything that has transpired in just a few short days, completely altering the entire trajectory of your summer. 
When you had agreed to come stay with Holly, you weren’t really sure what to expect. You’d known some of your time would probably be spent helping out around the house and taking care of things. Since Holly’s father had been admitted to the hospital with his health taking a serious turn for the worse, Holly’s mother, Jen, had become a bit of an emotional wreck and that left Holly alone to pick up the pieces. So you tagged along blindly, helping Holly make sense of everything while still hoping for some time to catch up on a few books, see a few movies if there was a local theater, and just experience the slow down of a small town summer. 
Not in your wildest dreams did you expect to meet someone like Eddie. Charming, mysterious, boyishly handsome with an endearing honesty that knocked the wind out of you sometimes. With his sweet, albeit slightly daunting and unfamiliar words from just a few hours prior rolling around in your head, a relationship with you, you’re trying not to get carried away with fantasies about what the rest of the summer with him could be like. The rational part of your brain is screaming, balking at the fact that you’ve only known him for only two damn days and that he still could just be playing you for a fool. But the soft gentle place deep inside your heart that has been told to be quiet for so long is set to burst with all of the potential romantic dates and outings you might get to experience for the first time with Eddie. 
Shaken from your thoughts by the uncomfortable beads of sweat forming on your chest, you get up to open the window, hoping for a little bit of cross breeze when you hear someone slowly stomping up the stairs. The house had been quiet and dark when you’d come in, no sign of either Jen or Holly’s return and you’d figured with it now being 3 a.m. that they were probably both staying out for the remainder of the night. You suddenly begin to fear the worst, panic rising in your throat as you throw on your sleep shirt and grab the heaviest book you can find as a makeshift weapon, ready to leap on the intruder as soon as they make it to the top of the stairs. 
You crack open the door, eyes blinking rapidly in your struggle to adjust to the darkness as you direct your gaze to the figure coming up the stairs. Just as their foot hits the top step, you throw yourself into the hallway, waving your hardcover copy of Lord of the Rings wildly above your head, prepared to bash the intruder with a book, brilliant plan. 
“I have a really heavy book and I’m not afraid to use it!” you yelp in warning just as the intruder lets out a very familiar sounding scream and trips forward into the hallway, knocking you down along with them. You fumble around on the floor before hopping up quickly and flicking on the hall light. 
“Holly?” you splutter, looking down at the girl still struggling to stand up, a hiccupy mixture of laughter and tears bubbling out of her. You reach down to offer her your her hand, dropping the book to the carpet near your feet with a gentle thud
“Jesus Christ, Y/N, you scared the shit outta me,” Holly wheezes, gripping your hand tightly as she brings herself to a wobbly stand. She shakes her head as she clutches her stomach, finally catching her breath again. “What was your plan there? You were going to knock me out and then what, read me a little bedtime story of Lord of the Rings?,” she lets out another strangled giggle. 
“No, I mean yes, but I thought you were someone trying to break in. I didn’t really have time to think of a plan, so I figured a nice heavy whack to the head with a book would at least buy me a little time. You scared the shit out of me. I thought you were staying at Theo’s for the night,” you explain with a huff. 
“I was going to, but I don’t know, he snores super loud and I couldn’t sleep, so I just drove myself home,” she admits quietly. “I’m sorry it’s so late. Did I wake you up?” 
“No, I couldn’t sleep either. I was too hot. I’m sorry I threatened you with a book and I’m sorry I scared you,” you apologize, hoping Holly may have some newly acquired mind reading capabilities to know that you’re also a little sorry for how nasty you got with her the other day about everything. She is not completely off scott free, but you decide it would probably hurt less to let go of some of her misgivings rather than give up the only real friend you have. 
“I’m sorry I scared you too. And I’m sorry if I overstepped a boundary in our friendship the other day with what I said. I want you to be happy, but when you call yourself fat and keep letting all these garbage men use you and toss you aside for just sex, it makes me angry and I worry about you,” Holly replies as if honing in on some clairvoyant powers, letting everything spill out at once before bringing her thumb to her lips and gnawing on the reddened flesh. 
“But, Holly, I am fat,” you begin, giving her a look of disgusted speculation before she interjects.
“No you’re not, you’re beautiful,” she insists.
“Holly, I’m fat. But fat and ugly are not synonymous. I can be both fat and beautiful at the same time, one does not define the other. It’s not always been easy to see it that way, but it’s true, and I’m genuinely trying to see that more about myself,” you impart, trying not to sound as bitter and jaded as you feel. The nagging voice inside you bites and screams at this positive revelation, trying to conjure up other ways to take you down, but you hold your ground. 
“I guess I’ve just always heard it as a negative. I know words can hurt and I guess I just thought I was being helpful by glossing it over and avoiding talks about your weight, but I can see how that isn’t really very validating either. I fully admit that I don’t understand it, I don’t really think I ever really will fully be able to, so just tell me what I can do to be supportive and I will do it,” Holly clarifies hurriedly, pausing her incessant chewing on her thumb to gauge your expression. 
You swallow harshly, bile and the bitter sting of jealousy burning your throat on the way down. Holly really would never get it. And maybe that is okay, but it still hurts. She has never had an excess pound of flesh on her in her life and she always has a steady stream of men begging for her attention. Not just for sex, but for romance and relationships and real love. She gets flowers and chocolates on Valentine’s day, gets taken out for fancy dinners, and she gets told she’s beautiful and there’s not even a ‘but’ to follow it up. 
Holly has the choice of whether she wants to have men for just wild random sex or for a meaningful romantic relationship. She’d had several opportunities to settle into something real with several excruciatingly nice guys, an opportunity you would’ve leapt at, but she decided to turn it down in favor of sampling all her options, just because she could. She accuses you of choosing trash men, but she does not have a perfect track record of picking winners every time either. She has dated and slept around with her fair share of losers, but maybe the fact that she can bag Prince Charming tomorrow if she wanted makes it more okay for her to do so. She is always treated as a priority, never an option. And that’s just a possibility you have a hard time fathoming for yourself.  
Your feelings for Holly always mingle somewhere between heartfelt admiration and intense loathing. She’s the best friend you’ve ever had and know that she would do just about anything in the world for you and you would do the same for her, but it will most likely be a cold day in hell before the creeping green glow of jealous doesn’t flicker behind your eyes every time you see another pitiful man fall for her waifish charm. 
“I don’t really know what to say, or how to say it,” you begin, still unsure of just how to get past apologies, but the unwelcome tears of frustration welling in your throat have you wishing you could just get through a difficult conversation without crying for once.
“And I hate to admit it,” you try again, sputtering out a wet laugh and shaking your head. “But you were right about a lot of it, everything you said before. I have let some really trash men into my life because that is what I thought I deserved. And then when I realized that even though they didn’t really like me, they liked having sex with me, I felt like that was what I was supposed to do,” you explain, deciding it is a better route to admit your wrongs and start fresh rather than hold on to bitterness. A choked sob slips from your lips, echoing through the dimly lit hallway and Holly reaches out tentatively to pat your shoulder, a silent expression of concern pinched on her soft features. 
“It’s proving to be kind of a hard habit to break. The whole ‘men only want me for sex so find the fastest way into their pants’. It kind of bit me in the butt tonight. But I’m really trying to have it be different this time,” you shrug and sniffle, biting at your lip to keep more tears from coming. 
“What do you mean ‘different this time’?” Holly ponders. You collect yourself with a deep breath, attempting to put the right words together to explain how things were going with Eddie without sounding horribly cliche. 
“With Eddie, I mean. It just feels different. Probably because he is different,” you sigh and shrug again, cringing a little at just how trite you must sound, “ I’m still trying to get used to him saying nice things and seemingly meaning them without any ulterior motives. But tonight he told me that he wanted more than just sex,” you admit softly, leaning against the wall as a sudden weight feels like it is lifted off of you. 
“So more than just sex, as in anal sex. Damn, I knew that boy would be freaky,” Holly deadpans, snapping her fingers and ribbing your side playfully. 
“Jesus, Holly,” you mutter, bringing your palm up to cover your face, hiding the involuntary grin that is taking over your features. It feels nice, nice to tell her these things again, and you feel your cheeks twinge from the strain of smiling so hard. 
“Seriously though, that’s like a really big deal,” she replies calmly, even though she looks like she’s about to burst at the seams with pent up questions she’s just dying to ask. 
“Go ahead, I can tell you have lots more you want to say or ask so just hit me with it,” you retort and she jumps up and down with delight, letting out a little girlish squeal as she grabs both your shoulders tightly. 
“Oh my god, okay, yes. First let me get out of these stupid shoes and we can get more comfortable. Sleepover in my room?,” she babbles, chewing her lip nervously with her final suggestion. You nod with a smile and follow her eagerly as she bounds into her dark room, lacy shadows etching the cotton candy pink walls when she flicks on her bedside lamp.
Immediately toeing off her shoes and shrugging off every layer, Holly slips a thin frilly nightgown over her head and leaps onto the bed, always seemingly unfazed by getting undressed in front of you. Trying to be just as unfazed by the unfamiliar sisterly intimacy, you tug at the hem of your well worn sleep shirt, pulling it down to cover the thick expanse of your soft thighs as Holly burrows under the covers and pats the spot next to her for you to hop in. 
With her pleadingly gentle eyes, Holly asks you to tell her everything you’re willing to share.So you tell her. Everything. Every stupid little detail from every last minute with Eddie comes pouring out of your mouth, things you didn’t even know you have been feeling, all spilling out of you in a babbling rush. How Eddie wants to be in a relationship. How you’ve invited him to Lover’s Lake, and how you are a little nervous about him seeing you in your swimsuit, but you’re beyond excited to spend the day with him. You fully allow yourself to gush about him freely, without indulging the fears that swirl in the pit of your belly, silencing the creeping crawling voice inside your head that only wants to make you feel small. 
You tell Holly everything that’s been weighing on your mind until you’re practically blue in the face and the pinky yellow hues of sunrise are streaming in through the curtains. And she listens. Doesn’t pass judgment or offer many opinions, but wholeheartedly listens. Waiting with bated breath for each new detail that you reveal and trying to stifle her yawns when her bedroom bursts with glittery rays of light. For fear of waxing poetic and getting ahead of yourself, you try to ignore all of the overlapping metaphors of a new dawn with your new sense of self, and settle into a deep sleep as the sun bathes the room in a soft warm glow. 
~*~
It’s 2:25, actually 2:28 because your watch runs slow. But either way Eddie is late, and you are trying not to work yourself into a tizzy about it. You attempt to focus your attention on reading The Princess Bride again, pages roughly curled back under your fingers as you tug the oversized beach towel around your shoulders tighter, but your eyes keep flicking up to scan the clearing in the trees that has been made into a makeshift parking area for any sign of Eddie’s van. 
Lover’s Lake beach isn’t really much of a beach, rather just a thin stretch of pebbled shoreline where the trees don’t grow as thickly. Summertime sunshine packs the little oasis with families, teens, and everyone in between, all looking to escape some of the heat without the chemical chlorine burn of the local swimming pool. On your previous visits to the lake, you’ve always opted for a more secluded area of the shore, trekking through trees until you find a nice rocky outcropping to settle on and occasionally dipping a toe or two into the water. 
But today, Holly insisted on getting to the beach early, claiming she wanted to get a good spot and didn’t want to do your usual hike through the woods to find one. So you’ve been sitting alone for nearly an hour, trying to tune out the incessant giggling as Holly fawns over Theo’s exceptionally bronzed and hairy six pack. He’s been playing a game of tossing her into the water for the last 20 minutes, and you swear if you have to hear another one of her girlishly playful protests you’re going to drown them both. 
Shortly after arriving, you had been a little too eager to strip off your cover-up shirt and shorts, thinking you might get a touch of sun before Eddie arrives, but the small beach is a little too crowded and you don’t feel like making comparisons with all the other well-tanned and toned bodies lounging around in the sunshine. So instead you curl up on a blanket, cocoon yourself in terry cloth, frumping as you read, despite the gloriously sweet scene between Buttercup and the man in black unfolding before your eyes. 
The man in black has just revealed himself to be Buttercup’s long lost farm boy, Westley, and they are about to enter the Fire Swamp, but all you can think about is the very real possibility that Eddie has stood you up. He was early when he’d picked you up for Hellfire, and you had reminded him at least twice that you would be meeting at 2, so where the hell is he?
You groan and try to focus harder on the words on the page, if you can’t have romance then at least Buttercup gets to. You’re so focused on focusing that you don’t even hear the gentle shuffle of pebbles on dirt as someone approaches your cozy beach set up. 
“As you wish. Such a great book,” his soft lilting words shake you from your concentration as you look up to see Eddie, offering a soft smile and a stilted wave as he proudly displays a rather sizable picnic basket, precariously balancing a small cooler against his hip. You try to smile back, but your frustration at his tardiness must be evident as his smile fades and he tugs his bottom lip anxiously between his teeth. 
“I’m really fucking sorry I’m so late, sweetheart. I had everything all set up and then forgot that I don’t own anything even remotely close to a bathing suit, so I had to borrow one from my buddy, Steve, and well…” he trails off, slowly moving aside the picnic basket to reveal what you can only imagine was his last possible resort for swimwear. 
Eddie is wearing a blindingly bright pair of swim trunks that only go down to his mid thigh, leaving a rather shocking amount of his pale hairy legs exposed. A chaotic splattering of neon pink, green, and orange shapes fight for space on the black polyester fabric, a blur of triangles, trapezoids, and other shapes you can’t possibly recall from 10th grade geometry. It’s the type of design that will make you dizzy if you look at it for too long, but it’s incredibly hard not to stare. You attempt to focus on the pops of light pink squiggles that overlap the shapes like little bits of confetti, but you find your gaze darting up and down the expanse of his legs, a little too eagerly soaking in the sight of all of his newly exposed skin. Eddie shifts uncomfortably in front of you, and clears his throat. 
“We have very different styles, my friend Steve and I,” he mutters shyly, setting down the picnic basket and cooler but still hesitantly standing in front of you. 
“Well I think you and Steve should swap clothes more often, I think you’re rocking that look. It’s a bit confusing with the Black Sabbath tee, but you pull it off,” you wink, all of your resentment about his lateness fading away. 
“Oh yeah? I’m glad you like it,” he replies weakly, cheeks flushing pink with the compliment. He glances down at your towel shrouded frame, saying nothing, but smirking when he sees you start to shrug the towel off your shoulders and scoot over to make room for him on the blanket. He silently sits down cross legged next to you and begins to open the picnic basket. 
For a man who looks like he sustains himself on microwave meals, gas station hot dogs, and most likely toxic amounts of Mtn Dew, Eddie has put a surprising amount of effort into packing and preparing this kind of spread. He pulls out a small stack of individually bagged sandwiches, each of them delicately sliced along the diagonal with little peeks of various fillings spilling out. Next, he displays an array of chip varieties. Classic Lays, Doritos, and salt and vinegar in a neat row with their foil packaging reflecting in the sunshine as he moves on to unpack a few assorted bundles of fruit and other various snacks. He pops open the cooler to reveal layers of soda, ice, and beer, the cans already beginning to bead with condensation. 
You give him a look of astonishment, trying not to get emotional over how much thought he has clearly put into all of this. He catches your eye and shrugs, mumbling something about how he didn’t know what everyone would want so he just went all out. Eddie settles himself into the blanket further and tugs his shirt off over his head to reveal more of his pale skin. Quickly trying to memorize every freckle, scar, and tattoo scattered across his chest, your eyes flit across his alabaster torso, picking up on details that you couldn’t make out before in the darkness of the back of his van. Sinewy muscles flex as he leans over to collect the assortment of sandwiches in his large palms, holding them up to you in a display against his solid chest. 
“I have peanut butter and jelly, ham and cheese, tuna salad, and turkey,” Eddie’s voice thick and deep as he catches your roving eyes in his soft brown ones. You select the peanut butter and jelly and he chooses the ham and cheese, wasting no time ripping into the salt and vinegar chips and adding a layer of the chips to his sandwich. You tentatively bite into your sandwich, not bothering to wait for Holly and Theo to join in on the picnic while it’s fresh since they seem to be in a world of their own. Peanut butter sticks to the roof of your mouth, gumming up your words as you look over at him in speculation at his interesting sandwich creation.
“Is that good?,” you scrutinize, swallowing down the thick glob of sandwich before speaking. 
“It’s really good, you wanna try?” he replies, cheeks full of food as he eagerly waves the sandwich over to you. You politely decline, preferring to keep your chips entirely separate from your sandwich. You both enjoy the picnic spread in relative silence, offering a few bits of small talk here and there with how he spent the rest of his work week and what you have been getting up to in your spare time. 
“So The Princess Bride, I’ve read that book about a million times. Did you know they’re making a movie based on it? It’s supposed to come out this September,” Eddie inhales the last bite of his second sandwich and taps at the tattered cover of the book sitting next to your thigh. 
“It’s probably one of my favorite books. I’m excited to see how they’re able to bring it to life on screen,” you share, trying not to sound too over eager about this new found shared interest with Eddie. You polish off the last handful of your Doritos, dusting the red remnants off your fingers before taking a swig of ice cold soda, bubbles and emotions fizzing down your throat. 
“We should go and see it together, when it comes out,” he suggests, slowly glancing up at you and then busying himself with packing away the rest of the picnic lunch so it stays fresh for Holly and Theo. 
“But by September, I’ll be back in Indianapolis, at college,” you reply gloomily. You have been trying to have a positive spin on this whole summer relationship thing, but the reality is that in about two months' time, you will be back to the drudgery of regular life and Eddie will stay here in Hawkins. 
“I will come and visit you then. Take you out on a nice date to some fancy big city theater and we can make a weekend out of it,” the words and ideas tumble out of Eddie’s mouth before he has a chance to catch them. He immediately looks down at his neon swim trunks, tugging at the drawstrings and hoping he hasn’t just scared you off as one of his fantasies of a future with you slips out. 
He means what he says with all his heart, but he’s having a hard time figuring out if you feel the same way. Eddie feels constantly baffled by your desire to get into his pants, not that it’s an inherently bad thing, but he’s worried he will only end up disappointing you. His efforts to slow things down, though coming from a genuine desire to form a real connection with you, stem from deeper fears of inadequacy than even he would like to admit. He knows as soon as he has the opportunity to bury his cock deep inside you, he will be too far gone in his feelings for you, making it even harder to let you go when you inevitably get tired of him. All that compounded on the fact that he’s not even sure his 30 second fumble in the front seat of his van with an overzealous groupie even counted as a real first time. Was it really losing his virginity if he was too terrified and high to come? He doesn’t know the answer to that question, or how to feel about how he stole your panties like a truly sex-starved virgin and then jacked off to them, just further solidifying the pervy behavior. These thoughts rattle around his brain and leave his insides doing knots, making it so each new moment with you feels like he is well beyond his depth. 
From the brief allusions you’ve made to past relationships and your seemingly open forwardness, he assumes your sexual experience is vast miles beyond his, a daunting possibility that has him over analyzing his every move. The other night in his van was only the third time he has ever done anything like that, his efforts to be smooth and experienced coming out as silly one liners and what he was sure was desperation, begging for cuddles post orgasm. Since then, he’s been fighting the urge not to pop a boner if you even look at him, feeling so needy for touch that he has to steady himself from passing out whenever you so much as brush your hand against his. A battle between his sexual and romantic inexperience and his ever present self-loathing rages on his mind, and he doesn’t hear you the first few times you try to get his attention back. 
“Eddie? Did you hear me?,” you interject his thoughts and he snaps out of his reverie to see your soft face peering over at him. 
“Sorry, my brain croaked for a second. What’d you say?,” Eddie shakes his head and smiles, trying to bite down his nervousness as he waits for the answer to his suggestion of a fall weekend together. 
“I said I would really like that. Having you come to visit and seeing the movie with you, that would be really nice,” you answer shyly. You would be lying if the promise of seeing him through September didn’t make your brain go haywire, but you are trying to play it cool and casual, as casual as someone can be who feels like they’re on fire. 
He grins and looks down, clearly lost in his own thoughts again. As he focuses on the dizzying pattern on his shorts, you find your eyes studying over his frame again. Memorizing the soft frizzy curls that cling to the back of his neck, the light dusting of freckles that dot along his shoulder blades, inky creatures you hadn’t noticed before traced in delicate lines over the expanse of his back and sides. You notice along the peaks of his shoulders, down the length of his arms, and the bridge of his nose are no longer the glowing pale white they were when he arrived, but rather a glaring angry red as the sun beats down on his exposed flesh. 
“Eddie, did you put on any sunscreen before you came?,” you quiz gently, reaching out to feel the burning warmth of his bicep under your fingers. He shakes his head and studies your expression. 
“No, I don’t even think I own sunscreen. I don’t see the sun very often, as you can tell,” he holds up his arm and glances down at the fiery red skin, muttering an ‘oh shit’ as he discovers just how burned he is getting. You quickly rummage into your bag and grab out the sunscreen, figuring that while it might not be of much use now, it will at least keep the still pale parts of him from getting scorched. You shrug your protective towel around your shoulders and position yourself behind him.
“You’re turning into a lobster, here let me help,” you offer, squeezing the white lotion into your palm and rubbing your hands together. He shivers as you begin to rub in the thick, cool lotion, carefully brushing his hair out of the way before smoothing circles over the angry skin on his shoulders and covering every inch of his back. You shuffle around to kneel in front of him, squirting more lotion into your hand. He sits up on his knees cautiously to expose more of himself, tilting his chin up and holding in a shaky breath as you rub the lotion down his arms. You push his curls back and begin a steady path over his shoulders and down onto his chest, rubbing in the lotion there and moving south to cover the soft expanse of his belly. He inhales sharply when your fingertips trail down along the waistband of his swim shorts, and you take a moment to look up at his face, only to see his eyes squeezed shut and his bottom lip tucked between his teeth. 
“You look like I’m torturing you. Everything alright?,” you pause your movement, letting your fingers hover over the flaming sword tattooed on his hip. He gulps and opens his eyes, pupils dilated to wide inky pools as he stares back at you. 
“I’m good, great. It’s just…cold,” he insists, offering a halfhearted thumbs up and trying to steady his breathing. He shouldn’t be this worked up over you rubbing sunscreen all over him, but the fantasies are running rampant in his mind and before he even has a chance to think of something else, his dick is solid as a rock and throbbing against the constricting mesh lining of the swim shorts. 
“”You almost done?” he asks with a wince as you press your palm fully against his hip to rub in the chalky streaks you’d left behind. You hide a smirk when you glance down to his lap, not sure if it was the pattern playing tricks on your eyes or if you saw the hard outline of his cock twitch against the fabric.  
“Almost done, let me just get your cheeks and nose,” you giggle, smearing a small glob of lotion on your fingertips and bringing it up to his face. If he looked like he was being tortured before, he looks as though he’s being full on dismembered now. He scrunches his face in a horrible grimace and automatically flinches away from your touch as your fingers dot against the apples of his cheeks, trying to rub in the lotion despite the hard lines and creases his pinched expression is causing.
“Try to relax a little bit though. If I can’t rub it in well you won’t be a lobster anymore, but you’ll end up looking like Casper the friendly ghost,” you warn, and he grins, more wrinkles forming on his face before he lets out a puff of warm air and tries to calm his features. With his cooperation, you quickly rub in the rest of the white smears across his cheeks and smoothe down the strong line of his nose before giving it a little boop as you finish.
“There, all done. We just have to wait a little before getting in the water for it to soak in,” you settle back into your spot on the blankets and wrap the towel back around your shoulder again, still not ready to show off the full glory of your swimsuit until you are able to quickly disappear into the water. 
Eddie finally opens his eyes and turns to give you a dramatically pained look before taking a long swig from his soda and staring off over the water. You’re both silent for a moment, watching the gentle lapping waves on the shore, until with a burst of jumbled words, you both try to speak at the same time. You both politely encourage the other to speak first, his long fingers tucking a curl of hair over his chin to hide the flushing heat rising in his cheeks.
“I was just going to ask if you’d been to the beach a lot when you were a kid, since you grew up here. What were you going to say?,” you ask shyly. Eddie’s lips press together in a thin line, as if debating the question he’s going to answer first before speaking. 
“I was going to say did you know that most lobsters are actually brown, orange, or blue and it’s the boiling process when we cook them that breaks down their hard outer shell and leaves just their red skin showing,” he blurts, diverting entirely from your question, and from his own original thought as well. He was going to say what a nice time he is having spending the day with you, despite his own skin boiling like a lobster’s and being slathered in chalky sunscreen, but that sounded lame the more it swirled around in his brain, and he didn’t even know where to begin with your question. 
Sure, sometimes I came out here as a kid when my dad got too drunk and violent to be around and my mom was too sick to get out of bed and do anything about it. So yeah, loads of happy lakeside childhood memories to share. Nope, not on the third date at least. Since he couldn’t share all that, the first thought that pops into his head is a benign memorized fact. He has several just like it for moments like these in particular, he’s learned it’s better to baffle with bullshit and divert away from the hard questions rather than share things that might leave him feeling a little too vulnerable, might make cracks in the hard exterior he’s worked years to build. 
“And are you like the lobster in this scenario? Your pasty white outer shell being boiled away by the sun to reveal soft squishy red skin,” you tease and poke your finger into the ticklish flesh at his ribs, hardly missing a beat with his off the wall remark and quickly deciding against pressing him to answer your initial question. 
“I mean, sure, if you want to get all metaphorical with it, I was purely just filling you in on some interesting marine creature facts, princess,” he replies with a wheezing giggle as he dodges away from your wiggling fingers that are going back in to tickle more. 
“I’m feeling like I’m about to cook like a lobster too, you ready to get in the water?” you emphasize your point by fanning a hand in front of your face, dramatically letting it fall to rest on his bare knee. He nods in agreement and quickly hops up from his spot 
With a shaky deep breath, you stand up from the blankets, letting the towel fall at your feet in a more dramatic reveal than you intend, but all the same garnering an appreciative gasp that Eddie tries to cover with a forced cough. You fight the urge to wrap your arms around yourself to hide all the ripples and rolls you’re sure are highlighted through the thin spandex as his eyes rake over your body, a dumbfounded look twinkling in his chocolate brown eyes. 
“My god, you look amazing. You look beautiful...that swimsuit..it..just…wow,” he rambles, nodding vigorously and puffing out his cheeks as he lets a thin stream of air fizz out of his pink lips. 
You smirk in reply, feeling a heat rise to your cheeks as you smooth out the delicate layers of ruffles that cascade down vertically from the deep v neckline, clearly some designer’s futile attempt at creating slimming angles in addition to the all over black color of the suit. It isn’t the worst bathing suit on the market for larger bodies, but it certainly isn’t the fashionable high cut red bikini that Holly is sporting. The plunging neckline does wonders at enhancing your already ample chest, and the ruffles actually do a little something to accentuate your waist, but it still feels utterly too exposing, even in front of a man who has already seen you naked. 
“Ready?,” you raise your eyebrows in question and nod towards the water. 
He nods, smiling dumbly and pulling his gaze away from your breasts. Before giving him a chance to reply, you dart off towards the water, shouting a teasing “race ya” behind you as you crash into the cool lake. You wade backwards into the shallows, watching as Eddie frantically kicks off his shoes and nearly falls on his face as he hops on one foot to yank off his socks. Finally just in his swim trunks, he scurries in after you, quickly catching up to your slow drifting pace into deeper water. 
“Hey! Not fair, you were already completely undressed and had a head start,” giving an exaggerated pout before grabbing onto your waist to gently tug you back to him. Your feet shuffle on the silty lake bottom and you press against his chest.
“Fine, fine. We can do another race then. I will race you to the jetty out there,” you resign with a smirk, pointing off to the floating dock that’s bobbing up and down about 100 meters in the distance. 
“Unless you’re feeling particularly inclined to give me CPR today, I don’t think that would be a good idea,” Eddie chuckles lightly, but a look of panic that flashes in his eyes tells a different story. 
“Alright, I won’t use CPR as an excuse to kiss you then. I’ll do it just because I want to,” you giggle, moving slowly against the weight of the water to place a chaste featherlight kiss to his soft mouth.Your lips hover tentatively in the wake of his warm breath, waiting to see if he will come back in for more. With a soft moan, Eddie’s lips meet yours again in a deeper, hungrier kiss. His large hands squeeze at your hips as he nibbles gently on your bottom lip, your bodies slowly rocking with the motion of the current. He releases your mouth slowly and leans his forehead against yours, a million thoughts racing through his head, but none of them coming to the surface. 
He silently pulls away, fearing that if he looks into your eyes any longer he will most certainly spill way too much information. About how silly he feels for missing your kisses after just two days apart, about how he’d let you drown him a thousand times over if he got to wake up to your lips against his. Much too much too fast, so he says nothing, opting to hold your hand gently in his and tiptoe deeper into the water. 
“Do you not know how to swim, or is this one of the areas that Eddie Munson is not naturally talented in?,” your voice soft as it breaks the silence, licking your lips as you manage to catch your breath again. 
You turn to wade backwards slightly a step ahead of him to test out the depths, still holding on to his calloused hand as the water level rises higher up your chest with each step. You take a step backwards and suddenly feel nothing beneath your feet, finally reaching the plateau of where the sloping shallows become drastic depths. Bobbing on your tiptoes quickly to keep yourself from going under, you press against Eddie’s chest to stop him. 
“I know the basics, I guess. I, uh, didn’t exactly learn how to swim in a conventional way,” Eddie remarks, settling lower in the water so it tickles the tips of his curls as he thinks back. His eyebrows knit together for a moment, like he’s remembering something unpleasant before his features smoothe over again into a soft, yet sad, smile. Despite how open he has been with most things, Eddie hasn’t shared much about his past. He has let a few vague stories about his Uncle Wayne slip out, but he’s made no mention of any other important figures in his past or present besides the few friends you had met during Hellfire club, and you are unsure if now is the time to probe into that. 
“So how did you, or um, who taught you how to swim?” you ask cautiously, attempting to gauge his expression for any hint of discomfort, but he’s unreadable. 
 “My dad used to come out here at night to get.. uh…to fish off one of his buddy's boats. He took me out with him one time when I was about 7 or 8, super late at night, he was already…well he uh…he was already in fine spirits before we even got out on the water. We weren’t catching anything and he thought it would be funny if he tossed me into the water and told me to swim back to shore as fast as I could,” he filters out some of the unsavory details and pauses for a moment to look up into your eyes, his soft features clenched into a firm expression.
“I’d only been to the pool maybe once or twice, and never had a swim lesson before, but I made it about a good 10 yards before I started swallowing a bunch of water,” he gulps slowly, as if recalling the cold wet feeling of water filling his lungs. 
“Did he actually make you swim all the way back to shore?,” you wonder softly, squeezing onto his fingers a little tighter than you mean to. 
“No, he let me flail around for a little bit though before he came and hauled me out. So that’s how I learned to swim,” Eddie replies with a passive shrug. He looks down into the water where your fingers intertwined with his, an unexpected smile creeping across his face. With a dramatic flourish, he rolls his eyes back in his head, crashing backwards with a splash before disappearing below the water. 
Bubbles rise to the surface as you wait for him to come back up. By now you’re at least a little familiar with his desire for drama, and this showing seems in line with his behavior, although strangely timed with his previous swimming horror story, but you’re not too worried. Seconds begin to tick by and he slowly releases your hand that he’d been holding, panic suddenly surges through your system as you reach down into the water to yank him back up, completely dead weight as you hold him in your arms. 
“Eddie? Eddie!” you gently pat at his expressionless cheeks, hoping for some kind of response but he gives you nothing. You offer another few frantic taps to his cheeks and chest before Eddie abruptly comes to life, eyes flashing open as he shouts an excited boo. In an instant of sheer frustration and fear that you can’t seem to control, you flail your arms out at him, striking against any part of him that you can reach before he quickly sinks away, hands raised in defense. You stop your assault when he’s out of arm’s reach, uncontrollable tears beginning to stream down your cheeks. 
He laughs playfully as he approaches you again, thinking that he’s just played a harmless little prank until he sees the way you’re visibly shaking in the water. You’re gulping for air as you fight your natural response to being scared, which is always to cry. 
“Oh shit, Y/N, I’m sorry,” Eddie begins before you cut him off.
“You jerk, what the hell was that?,” you croak, futilely wiping away tears with already wet hands. 
“I’m so sorry. I thought you would think it was funny, with the whole CPR jokes and me being a bad swimmer, I thought maybe you’d give me mouth to mouth and then we’d laugh and…,” he explains, terror streaking across his face now as he realizes what a mistake he’s made. 
“Well it would’ve been a whole lot funnier if I didn’t legitimately think you were drowning,” you scoff and try to collect yourself. 
“Huge oversight on my part, sweetheart. I’m really really sorry. What can I do to make it up to you? Can I give you a hug? God, I’m batting 2 for 3 on making you cry during our dates, maybe I can make it up to by letting you drown me,” he babbles profusely, shaking out his wet curls and inching closer to you in the water. 
“I should’ve taken another step back there and dragged you into the depths with me,” you threaten with a chuckle, voice still watery as you stretch your arms out silently for a hug. He immediately scoops you up into his strong arms, wrapping you up tightly and whispering more apologizes into the crook of your neck. “And for future reference, I hate being scared and will slap, kick, and flail to get away from whatever is scaring me, even if it’s you,” you murmur against his collarbone, offering him a warning bite to the tender flesh there.
“Ow, I totally deserved that. And that fact is most definitely noted, no more jump scares, pinky promise,” he pulls away slightly from the hug to wiggle his long pinky in between your chests, you loop your smaller pinky in his, sealing the promise with a soft kiss. 
~*~
The rest of the afternoon passes by in a blissful blur. Cool water ripples over your bodies as you splash and play in the waves, clinging tightly to one another to catch your breaths before floating aimlessly through the lake in a tangle of wet kisses and grasping limbs. Out of the corner of your eye, you notice Holly and Theo packing up their things and leaving the shore. You offer them a wave, but you’re still not ready to leave the warm comforting oasis you’ve found in Eddie’s arms. 
With a great deal of sugared words and convincing, you try to teach Eddie how to tread water at the edge of the drop off. He insists you hold on tightly to his arm to offer support, and you praise the little splashing kicks he makes as he flails them under the water, though he would probably have more success if your usual riding a bike analogy worked since he doesn’t know how to do that either. Despite your best efforts, your teasing payback for his earlier stunt in the form of stories about lake monsters and comments about the murkiness of the water have him leaping back to the safety of where his feet touch the bottom when a bit of driftwood touches his toe. 
In the blink of an eye, the evening sun begins to cast slanting shadows along the shoreline, signaling that it might be finally time to get out of the water. With pruney fingers and aching cheeks from all the smiling, you and Eddie trudge out of the water just in time to watch the sun dip down below the tree line. 
“I know it’s already been a long day, but I’m not ready for it to be over yet,” Eddie begins with a shy smile, picking up his watch from the pile of his belongings and then looking back up at you with hopeful doe eyes. You reply with the same sentiment, but you don’t want to suggest anything that might be considered too pushy or forward. 
“We could go park somewhere again,” he offers, seeing the smirk forming on your lips and immediately backpedaling. “It’s just, most places aren’t open past 9, and so… It doesn’t have to lead to anything, just want to be clear with that. But we could talk more, cuddle, make out a little, but we don’t even have to do that if you don’t want to,” he rambles, word vomit making his tongue tangle as he over explains himself. 
“That sounds great, Eddie,” you reply simply, finding it sweet just how concerned he is with making sure you feel comfortable in whatever situation you’re in together, definitely a foreign but welcome feeling. Eddie helps you gather up the remains of the picnic and the rest of your belongings, practically shaking with nervous energy as he leads you over the pebbled shoreline to his van that’s tucked between the trees.
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Sara "I thought we could swim – I mean, the lake's nice too! But everyone's at the beach when it's warm. So I figured we could have more privacy here – you must like swimming, right?"
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Irida *chuckles* "Yes, I like swimming. You'd miss walking if you'd need to swim all the time, no?"
Sara "Oh my watcher... I'm such an idiot. Everyone must bring you to a pool or something!"
Irida "It happens fairly often, I'd say."
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Sara "I'm so, so sorry-"
Irida "One lady brought me skiing, once. Pants ain't made for me, and neither are skis, it turned out. I was lucky to get through that date with all of my bones in place."
Sara "Right. At least I didn't mess up that badly...?"
Irida "Indeed. Nothing to be ashamed of by playing it safe!"
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mcufan72 · 11 months
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Cold winter afternoons, a lonely woman on a bench, a stranger in the park...
An Encounter in Winter ❄️
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Loki and female reader (18+)
Chapter 13
Chapter 12
18+/ adult themes/ talking/ fluff/ angst/ smut
Warnings: smutty smut (you all know what that means), unprotected sex, soft!dom/sub vibes/ slight breeding kink/ mentions of blood (not graphic), talking about death and immortality, self-deprecation, angsty vibes, fluff
A/N: I've never been to Norway but I'm planning to go on a vacation there soon. I did a little research on Norwegian landscapes, including the times of sundowning there. I'm also a hobby astronomer (not to be confused with astrology!! I watch the stars and planets, but I don't read them!!)
As always, all places are fictionalized and exist only in my head. I hope you all love some stargazing with Loki…and it's a long chapter again… I just can't write short ones;)
One week later you two were on your flight to Oslo, Norway. For you, it felt a bit like coming home because you had lived here for several years and you were excited to show Loki all your favorite places. You stayed for a few days in the city and did some sightseeing and shopping before you travelled further to the destination where you two would stay and relax for nearly two weeks. On your way to the location, you drove to some fjords and marvelled over the impressive landscapes. You were offered fantastic views of the pristine nature of the environment with its views of rugged rocks and pretty impressive, roaring waterfalls. The roads followed the coastline, big lakes and nice villages along the way.
When you finally arrived at the destination, Mrs Andersson, a cute, nice old lady and owner of the house you had rented for your vacation, welcomed you and Loki warm-heartedly.
"God dag, Mrs y/l/n. Welcome to Norway. I hope you had a good journey. Ahh…and this must be your husband, god dag Mr. Y/l/n."
You looked at each other embarrassed and smiled. Mrs. Andersson felt a bit embarrassed, too.
"We're not married, Mrs. Andersson," you said and gave her a friendly smile.
"Not yet…" and Loki gave you a mischievous sideways glance.
"I'm Loki Laufeyson, god dag Mrs Andersson, hyggelig å mate deg (nice to meet you)," he greeted her in perfect Norwegian and gave an implied kiss to her hand.
Did he just say 'not yet'? You raised an eyebrow and looked at him astonished. He felt you glancing at him and you saw how a small smirk curved his lips. You hadn't expected this of him, not yet though it would be something you might like to be one day, Mrs Laufeyson …Loki's kone (wife).
"Ohhh…you're a perfect gentleman," Mrs. Andersson giggled. "Please forgive an old woman like me for this misunderstanding. You two seem so enamored that I thought your vacation here must be your honeymoon," and she smiled brightly at you and Loki.
After a short introduction to the bungalow, Mrs. Andersson handed you the house keys, said her goodbye, and left. The house you had booked for your vacation was gorgeous and luxurious. It was a wooden lakefront house, with a large winter garden which was a perfect place in bad weather, with private sea access, a private rocky beach, and a jetty. The lodge's interior was modern but wonderfully cozy. Picturesquely framed by rugged mountains the bay offered a fantastic panorama. All in all a small piece of paradise.
You took strolls through nature, and watched eagles surfing the high winds or the ever-shifting colours on the horizon. Enjoying the silence and loneliness while sitting in front of your house or the winter garden was your favourite thing to do and while sundowning, you two loved to sit on the jetty. Swimming naked in the sea, and maybe doing some naughty things there, was another highlight, especially for Loki. He felt free like never before and the temperature of water and air was perfect for him to be your Blueberry. He put a warming-spell on you then, so you could join him longer in the, for you too cold, water. You still used to freeze easily and you knew to appreciate Loki's magical skills. You still hoped you got to see The Northern Lights. It was nearly summer and too late in the year to see them but maybe with a bit of luck it might happen.
One evening after you had finished dinner, Loki refilled your glasses with wine to drink with you outside on the jetty. Like mostly every evening you two would sit there and look over the bay until the sun goes down and the stars are sparkling in the sky. You put the washed plates and cutlery back in the cupboard and drawer and turned around to Loki. He smiled at you with this sexy grin of his and his sky-blue eyes glanced lovingly at you. Why was he always so beautiful, in each of his appearances? And also you would never understand why he always was so super sweet with you.
You couldn't resist kissing his lips, neck and bare chest devotedly. His chest hair, which lurked out of his half-buttoned black shirt, tickled your nose and your hands firmly grabbed his butt which was perfectly hugged by his tight dark grey jeans. Loki chuckled. He knew how much you loved doing that especially when he was kind of 'defenceless' like now because he held his arms sideways, the glasses of wine in his hands. He always enjoyed your devoted, gentle kisses and tender touches.
"Are you coming up, my love?" He murmured into your ear. You placed your hands on his hips and gave him a little peck on his cheek.
"Just a moment, Lo. I just put a sweater on and look for my blanket to cuddle. You go ahead, I'll be right there, okay?" you answered and went to the bedroom.
You wore just a t-shirt and leggings and you knew you would begin to freeze as soon as you were sitting on the jetty. Loki hummed in yes and went barefoot to the jetty, sat down there at the edge of the ridge and waited for you.
His gaze wandered over the bay. He looked at the horizon. The daylight was fading and the moon had already risen and stood pale just above the mountains surrounding the bay. Loki took a sip of his wine and thought about the last days. With you, every day felt good and was full of fun and laughter, fine foods and devoted sex. You two often made excursions in the surrounding area but you also loved to stay at the secluded and private lodge. It was the first time that he had found a place where he could walk around or sit here on the jetty in his natural form whenever he wanted, whenever it felt right for him.
No, you had found this place because you knew that this place here was what you both needed and you, his wonderful queen, continued helping him to accept this 'blueberry' side of him. He also knew how much you loved both of his appearances and he appreciated it. He loved it when you called him 'my blueberry'. It always made him smile because he felt all of your adoration and love when you called him by this nickname. Without you, he would be nothing anymore. You were his destiny, his now, and his tomorrow. You were his most important reason to live. And together you two were already writing new stories.
But today something was different. During dinner, you had been very quiet and he wondered why. He had the feeling, something was bothering you. But he also knew you would tell him what it was. Maybe tonight you would ask him the questions he was awaiting from you you would finally ask.
You needed to talk to him. You shouldn't wait any longer. And this place here, where you both felt utterly safe and comfortable, seemed perfect for this highly needed conversation. Since the night you two had bonded yourselves to each other, you had this indescribable feeling inside of you. It felt like… you could feel what he feels. His happiness, joy, anxieties, sadness… his heartbeat? No, that was impossible. Did he feel the same things?
You had been absolutely sure about what you wanted and you were aware of what you were getting into. But now you had so many questions and the longer you thought about it the more sure you were that you should've asked him beforehand, before you two fixed the bond. You had the feeling that you had made a mistake, a big mistake. You grabbed the warm fluffy blanket and walked outside towards the jetty where Loki was waiting for you.
"Hello handsome."
"Hello, my love. Come here and sit down, I want to hold you in my arms. Your god needs you close to him…I need to feel you!"
You sat down next to him, your legs dangling over the edge like his and he wrapped his arm tightly around your shoulder. He passed you your glass of wine and you took a sip of the red liquid.
"Is everything alright, Snowflake? You've been so quiet today."
"It's nothing, Lo. I'm fine," you answered hesitantly.
"Sure?"
"Hmm Hmm."
"You lie to the god of lies, Snowflake?" He scolded you playfully and a smile curved his lips.
"You have to be careful, my Lady, otherwise I have to punish you," he cooed into your ear.
You laughed lightly and turned your head, your eyes meeting his. As much as you loved his punishment, it had to wait.
"Can we talk, Lo? I…I have some questions."
"Sure, you can ask me everything anytime, my love."
"Okay…I don't know where to start…" you said and bit nervously into your lower lip, your slightly trembling fingers fidgeting with the glass of wine.
"Just ask me, darling, don't be nervous."
"In the night we bonded, Lo I… I had such a strange, indescribable feeling inside of me. I don't know how to explain it… some things feel different since then."
"Does it feel bad for you?" Loki was unsettled and he traced a thumb tenderly over your cheek.
"No…no just … different. Did you feel the same? Do you still feel it like I do?"
Loki smiled. You just have given him the confirmation that you had felt it too in exactly the same moment he did. You were The One. His goddess.
"Yes, Snowflake. I did and I still do! And you've no idea how happy you make me right now. I wasn't sure if you had felt it too. I didn't know it, I could only suppose it."
"So we… we really created the lifelong bond you had told me about?" You asked him with a shaking voice.
"Yes, we did." Loki nodded seemingly relieved, still smiling. For the first time in his life, he had trusted himself and his heart, encouraged by how you treated and loved him and he had made the completely right decision.
"Lifelong… so…as long as I live?"
"As long as we live, Snowflake."
"Wait… you're a thousand years old, right?" You were confused and suddenly you felt dizzy.
"Right!… a little bit older but, yes."
"And you can get … five thousand years old, right?"
"Yeeess, give or take five thousand years, yes…" and he still smiled at you.
"Okay, so I was right when I said, it lasts as long as I live. Look, you know that my life is so much shorter than yours, it's not more than a blink of an eye in comparison with your lifespan. On average I might get eighty-five years old, if things go very well for me… hundred years…perhaps. So when I'm gone you will be free again and you can bond yourself with someone new, right? And I'm absolutely fine with it. You will still have nearly four thousand years to live ahead of you then and I don't want you to be alone when I'm not there anymore and… this thought would really calm me down to know that you can bond yourself to someone else then. I just need your confirmation and your promise that you will do that. And I know, I should've thought about that age-thing earlier, I feel so sorry that I didn't."
Your heart felt a bit lighter, now that you talked with him about it. But his answer was a punch in the gut.
"No, Snowflake. I can't."
"What? You must, Lo. I insist you do that!"
"I can't. Jotuns are like swans, do you remember?"
"You can't be serious, Lo." You were shocked. Did you get him right?
"I'm absolutely serious, darling. I can make this bond only once in my life. Maybe I could find another woman but it would never be the same. And I could never love another woman as much as I love you. You are the love of my life, Snowflake, you're my each and everything. Nothing can change that."
"But what…what did I do to you…?" The dizziness increased and you felt like he had punched the air out of your lungs.
"You did nothing wrong, my love. Everything is perfect," and he gave you his softest smile.
"No, no Loki it's not. What I did was cruel. I banished you to a life of loneliness, to live alone without genuine love when I'll be dead. It's my fault you'll be alone… for an eternity… the rest of your life is an eternity … oh my goodness. I shouldn't have let that happen."
You were desperate and shocked, disgusted by your selfish behaviour. Tears welled up in your eyes and an upcoming panic let you jump to your feet. Loki stood up too, took the glass of wine out of your hand first and put it on the wooden jetty before he held you by your shoulders. It didn't go as expected.
"Snowflake, do you really think, I could live just one single day without you? Do you really think that anyone could ever replace you? That will never happen. I knew from the first time when I saw you in the park that all I want is you. I didn't actually realize it yet back then but…deep inside of my heart I knew it."
"Loki, you cannot …oh shit… I don't want you to be alone when I'm dead…" your sobbing became desperate.
"Who says that I'll be alone then?" He asked you quietly and his hands slid down your arms to yours.
"What? I think I don't understand…"
"The day you die, my love is also the day of my death." He tilted his head a bit and he looked so softly at you that your heart clenched painfully.
"No! No no no no… Loki no…why? Why didn't you stop me? Oh my goodness, why? Why did you let me do this to you?"
"I think, now I don't understand you. What did you say to me by the fireplace back then? …' who loves risk loss' and it's my wish to take this risk. And I'm willing to make sacrifices for our love."
"How can you be so calm and smile so lovingly at me? You should have stopped me. It was me who wanted the Jotun to fuck me…and I encouraged you. I wasn't completely aware of the consequences… the consequences it has for you, Lo. I should've listened more carefully to you and you should've stopped me…"
"Snowflake, I knew exactly what I wanted and what I did. And you did listen carefully, I indignantly asked you if you want to stay with me forever and we talked about how it's a lifelong bond. And I want just you and only you. You always want me to believe that your love for me is unwavering, genuine and endless. And so is my love for you, Snowflake. Do you remember the answer you gave me?"
"Yes, of course, I said I will never leave you, that I want you and that I'll never go, that I'd follow you anywhere …and I was serious and I truly meant what I said. But I've been so horny too and I think my brain wasn't working properly that night. I didn't fully realize the scope of my action…and at the same time, I wanted you so much. My desire for you was like a train I couldn't stop…"
"I know, Snowflake and it was my wish, my decision to bond myself to you. You're not responsible for that. Please don't blame yourself. We belong together and I just want to be together with you and I want to love and protect you."
"Loki you're crazy, you're completely crazy …oh my goodness I think I'm about to freak out… I can't live with this… this guilt. One day you…you will hate me for that."
You withdrew your hands from his and ran back into the house. Helplessly you stood at the kitchen table. You were close to throwing up and tears ran down your cheeks. What have you done? Of course, he was right somehow, for you nothing had changed, except you felt him deeper and your love for him was so much more intense. But for him, everything had changed. You shouldn't have been so selfish. He paid a high price for your desire to get fucked by a Jotun. And there was no way back now.
He will sacrifice his life for you, the love of his life. Without a question, without any condition. And you? You had done nothing for him in return. You had just taken everything from him. You slammed your flattened palms multiple times harshly onto the tabletop until they hurt and you cried until your tears dropped down your cheeks. He would die for you and you just didn't want to admit it. But it was irreversible and now you had to live with that.
But wouldn't you die for him, too? Had you asked him for permission to do so? You knew your answer to this question and Loki had the same right as you to think the same way. You tried to calm down a bit and took the bottle of wine with you and returned to Loki, who sat with outstretched legs on the jetty again, one leg crossed over the other, his glass of wine in his hand. He didn't go after you because he knew you needed a moment alone. Nonetheless, he was afraid you could regret your relationship with him and it might be your wish to end it and leave him. The fear, he would never get rid of.
"I'm sorry for running away, Lo. It was just too much…I was overwhelmed." You said with a tear-choked voice, your palms were still aching.
Loki looked at you and offered his hand to you to take it and to sit down again next to him.
"Don't worry, my love. I get that. It's a lot to process. The bonding has its effects."
He turned towards you, took your hands in his and his thumbs caressed the back of your hands and he kissed your palms. His kisses soothed the pain immediately. He saw that your palms were dark red and he knew how it happened because he had heard your desperate crying and the slamming sounds.
"Please don't ever hurt yourself like this again, my love. I can't have you doing that, okay? It hurts me too. And I tell you again, I made this decision by myself and never before I had made a decision which felt so damn right. I love you, I live with you, and I die with you, no matter if your life is short or as long as mine. I think you'll have to live with that, Snowflake," and he smiled and he gently kissed your lips which were wet and salty from your tears.
You looked at him with teary eyes. He looked so happy and content. It seemed you truly made him happy…and you felt it, physically.
"I can feel you, Lo. I feel what you feel. Your happiness and your…"
"Yes?…tell me what you feel." He smiled knowingly at you and your confusion grew.
"I can feel… I know it's impossible but…I feel your…"
"Do you feel my heartbeat?"
"How do you know that?"
"Because I can feel your heartbeat too. That's it, my love. Our bond. We're destined for each other. One body, one soul, one heartbeat…"
"Lo…I'm sorry for what I did to you. I was so selfish. I did nothing for you in return. But what we have now feels so good and I love you so much… I'm so confused. Lo, please help me…"
"There's no reason to feel guilty. You've done so much for me, more than you think. You trusted me right from the beginning when you addressed me in the park when I sat on the bench next to yours. You accepted me, my crimes, my flaws…my true identity. You tried to find my heart and looked behind my mask. You did so much for me and you always give me your incredible love and tenderness. I can't wish for more. Enjoy this wonderful feeling you have inside of you. Enjoy me, be happy, and let us enjoy life and this unique feeling together. You wanted to write new stories with me, do you remember?"
"Yes, I do, of course I do but…"
"There is no 'but' …Snowflake this is just the beginning, my wonderful princess, my… goddess."
He made a short pause before he continued talking and you wondered why he had pronounced 'goddess' differently than usual.
"You can imagine that it has its advantages to be a god, can't you?"
"Yes, sure!" You wondered what his point was.
"I also have some privileges as a god. If I've made the bond with the love of my life, I'm allowed to make her an offer."
"What do you mean, baby?"
"I'm allowed to… ," How would you react? Would you freak out again? Would you run away again? He would understand it.
"Yes,... come on, Lo, straight to the point…tell me…what is it?"
"I'm allowed to make you my goddess and it gives you the chance to get a longer life, a longer life together with me."
You felt nauseous again. You grabbed your glass of wine and emptied the glass all at once in mere large gulps.
"Of course…of course, you're allowed to make me…such an offer…You… you're a god, " a weird laugh escaped your mouth.
"I'm serious, darling!"
"I'd never doubt that…but…how? It makes me feel scared."
"Don't be scared, my love. I would never scare you and I would never hurt you. You can feel me, right?"
"Yes, I do…one body, one soul, one heartbeat…"
"… and one blood!"
"Whatttt?" You needed more wine, definitely.
"One blood, Snowflake. When my blood runs through your veins, just a bit of it, it will prolong your life and you will live as long as I do… assuming nothing else happens to us," he explained calmly.
"Of course." Another weird laugh escaped your mouth.
"And how would this work, Lo? Just the human geneticists asking."
"We would celebrate a small sacred ritual in Jotunheim and with a cut in our wrists to exchange our blood and with some additional magic, my sweet beloved mortal girl would become kind of 'immortal' as I am. But regardless of this, I'm always just your god, devoted to you, my goddess, forever and your lifelong servant… and if you want for the next four thousand years."
"It's always wonderful magic. Magical like you, Lo. I cannot believe what you're telling me here right now… but it's the truth, right? I'm not fully drunk…I'm not dreaming this, do I?"
"You're not drunk and you're not dreaming! And I'd never lie to you, Snowflake."
"Holy shit…I have to think about it, Lo. I'm …I'm so confused now. It would be a big step…"
"It would change your whole life and it's not an easy decision to make, I know that. So please take all the time you need even if you need years to find out if you want to do it or not. My offer has no expiration date. I'll be patient, my love. I'll stay with you no matter what your decision will be."
"I don't deserve all of this. This incredible offer, your selfless sacrifice… I don't deserve you, Lo."
"You deserve the universe, my love. I told you that I would do anything for you."
"And you truly meant it. You mean literally anything."
"I did and I do Snowflake and I won't say it again…I decided to do it because I love you more than my life. And it's my purpose to make my precious Queen happy."
"I love you so much, Lo and I am utterly happy with you and so grateful to have you by my side. It's just not imaginable for me that you are willing to die …with me, for me. That you renounce your long life for me."
"I won't allow you to make your decision dependent on mine, my love. The best life I can have I'll have with you and without you it's not worth living it. And if it helps imagine me as a normal Midgardian man who has the same lifespan as you."
"You're far away from being a normal man," you laughed lightly.
"There's your beautiful smile again," and he kissed you tenderly with utmost passion and he pulled you onto his lap.
He kissed you deeply and passionately and you felt his cock getting hard and you humped slowly against his bulge. You broke the kiss to get some air into your lungs.
"I love you so much, Lo." You cupped his face with your hands and gave him a long kiss on his forehead.
"I would die for you too. Without you, my life would be nothing either. If you wouldn't have come back from the mission, I mean, alive, I would've followed you, Lo."
"I know, my love. And it would be your choice to do that so please let me do the same for you. Sooner or later we all have to go to Valhalla and I promised to never leave you alone so let us go together then," and he hugged you tightly.
"Yeah, I think I get it now, Lo. Do you think I have got a place there, too? In Valhalla?"
"Of course you have and in general it doesn't matter where we go as long as we're together."
He nuzzled his nose between your breasts and inhaled your scent deeply while you kissed the crown of his head.
"Norns, Snowflake, I love you so much."
He felt your body trembling and he unfolded the fluffy blanket and wrapped it around you.
"Better"? He asked you tenderly and looked up at you.
"Yes, my King," and you let your fingertips trail all over his beautiful soft face and you twisted some strains of his curls around your fingers. Still sitting on his lap, his arms curled around your waist, you poured some wine into your glass and took a sip and you let him take a sip of your wine, too.
"Do you feel better again, just a little bit?"he asked, concerned.
"Somehow, yes… but your kiss drenched my panties, Sir," and you kissed his lips.
Loki laughed silently.
"I'd lie if I say that I'm not aroused, too. You'll always be able to get me rock-hard and horny."
He always got you, with his charm and the deadly mixture of tenderness, sexiness and rankness. Now you laughed silently and nudged your nose with his.
"All the things I want to do to you, baby…" and you latched your lips onto his and licked over his lower lip until he allowed your tongue to slide into his mouth.
Loki conjured a further soft blanket underneath him and leaned backwards to lay on his back with you on top of him. After your smooch session, you rolled off of him and laid on your back shoulder to shoulder with him. He took your hand and intertwined his fingers with yours and you both looked at each other. He covered your body neatly with the blanket to keep you warm.
"Join me under the blanket, Lo, it's more cozy then," and he did.
"Do you regret our relationship and the bonding with me, my Lady?"
Inhaling the evening's fresh air you looked deeply into his eyes.
"No, baby. I'm blessed to have you and I would do it again and again. Nothing and nobody can tear us apart. You're mine, Lo, the love of my life, my blueberry. I just wasn't prepared for your offer and what you're willing to do for me."
"And you're mine, forever! Whatever that means."
You stared at each other until you both looked up at the now starry sky. It has gotten dark already. Tonight the sky was completely cloudless for the first time since you've been here and you took the chance to show the stars of Midgard's northern hemisphere to Loki. With your index finger, you pointed to the Western direction where Venus was sparkling, the brightest light in tonight's sky. You explained to him the star constellation of the Great Bear, and the Small Bear and how to find the North Star, which is the celestial north pole of Midgard. Loki listened attentively, fascinated by your detailed descriptions.
"Look over there…" and you pointed in the northeastern direction.
"Can you see the blinking bright star over there?" you asked him. Loki hummed yes.
"It's Deneb in the star constellation called….Swan." You two turned your heads to each other and chuckled.
"Really? Swan? That's absolutely awesome, my love."
You explained the whole star constellation, which looks like an elongated cross, embedded in the perfectly visible milky way, to Loki. You had barely finished when you gasped audibly.
"Loki! Look!...the Northern Lights!" and you sat up immediately.
"That's amazing, Snowflake… they look beautiful. I've never seen something beautiful like this before."
All of a sudden they were there, the dancing flames of the Northern Lights, filling the night sky with their green colours. It reminded you of the aura and the flash of green that surrounded Loki whenever he was using his magic. And to experience this spectacle in the sky together with him was magical and you got aware again that your lover was an alien prince, a king from another world, a god of the Midgardian Northern myths.
"Do you want to go back to Jotunheim one day and live there?"
"Why do you ask, my love?" Loki asked you quietly.
"You're the King of Jotunheim so I thought it's a thing you want to do. To go there, ascend your throne and reign your people."
"Sounds tempting. And you as my Queen … Y/n , Queen of Jotunheim. Would you like that, Snowflake?"
"I quite don't know. But if it's your wish… you go, I go."
"I don't want a throne and someone else is doing a good job there. I don't need my own Kingdom. I just need you."
"Will you take me to the stars one day, Lo?"
"Yes, one day I'll do that and we can go anywhere we want to go. My home is wherever you are because you are my home, Snowflake."
You two laid down again and you put your head on his chest and listened to his heartbeat. You sighed contentedly. Your fingers drew lazy circles on his chest and you began to unbutton his shirt completely. Your hand traced up and down over his naked torso and you placed several soft kisses on his bare skin. Propped on your elbow you unzipped his jeans and you shoved your hand slowly into his trousers and you fondled his half-hard cock and massaged his balls gently. While passionately kissing you, Loki moaned into your mouth.
"It feels good, keep going," he mumbled between kisses.
One hand on your ass, Loki raised his other hand and grasped your neck to hold you close to him. His growing arousal fueled yours and you felt your nipples hardening and you wanted him to play with them.
"Make my pants disappear, baby… and yours too," you asked him. "I need you."
"That's my naughty girl, hmm?" and he did as you wished. "Take what you need, my Queen. But the hoodie stays on!" He commanded.
You straddled him and rubbed your wet pussy back and forth over his hard cock which leaned proudly against his stomach now. He wrapped the blanket over your shoulders, shoved his hands under the hoodie and t-shirt, cupped and massaged your breasts and rolled your erect nipples, sometimes hard sometimes tender, between his fingers.
"Oh god…Lo…don't stop doing that… Good, it's so good," you moaned and continued rubbing yourself slowly over his throbbing cock, stimulating your clit and bringing yourself close to the edge of orgasm.
"I'll fuck you right to the stars, baby," and you leaned down, your one hand grabbing his pecs your other hand his nape, to kiss him messy and passionately.
"And one day… oh god… I want you to breed me…" these words just slipped out of your mouth but they drove Loki almost crazy.
"I need to be inside of you, pet."
"Then enter me, Sir" and you raised your torso, lifted your hips so he could line up his needy cock with your soaking wet entrance and sheathed himself inside your pulsating walls, inch by godly inch.
"You want that…fuck… bear my child? …I'd love to… see your womb filled with my… offspring…" Loki moaned breathlessly, holding your hips firmly.
You began to ride him and the blanket slipped from your shoulders down to your waist. His filthy words turned you on immensely and after a few more of his thrusts, you climaxed without warning. You arched your back, your fingers digging into his veiny forearms, searching for grip and support. His grip on your waist tightened. He was writhing and groaning underneath you, barely able to hold back his urgent need to cum. He lifted his hips against your pelvis to push his aching length deeper into your yearning cunt. You continued humping him until he came hard and painted your throbbing walls with a heavy load of his seed. Loudly moaning and sighing, Loki circled his thumb fast around and over your sensitive clit because he knew you needed to orgasm one more time and when you climaxed again, screaming his name, you let yourself fall forward against your lover.
"Yes, my Queen that's it, milk me, squeeze the last drop out of me. My good girl," and he wrapped the blanket around your spent body and held you tightly in his arms, one hand cradling your head.
He caressed your scalp and you both enjoyed the warm feeling of the aftermath of your orgasms. When you both came down back to earth you both chuckled and you lifted your head to look at him.
"Enjoyed the trip to the stars, baby?" and you winked at him.
"Oh yes, my Lady, it was a first-class trip." He answered with a hoarse voice and kissed your temple.
"I should let you do it this way more often."
You giggled at his statement.
"Do you really want to have children with me? And by the way, it was kinky and I liked it," he mumbled darkly into your ear.
"Yes, not now but …one day. Just in case you want to have children with me too."
"Yes, not now but…one day definitely." He answered you
"You will be the best father our children could ever have…and no, no arguments accepted, Sir!"
"Yesss, my Lady," and you both laughed and hugged each other tightly.
"But before that, I… would like you to marry me."
"You really think about marriage?" you questioned him softly.
"Yeah, and I love the imagination of being your husband. One day I would love to be your husband."
"Is our bond and my possible immortality depending on it?" You rested your head on his chest again, your fingers caressing his chest hair.
"No, it's absolutely not. I'd just like to be your husband."
"Mrs Laufeyson, Loki's kone… sounds tempting. It would be wonderful to be your wife," and you hugged him firmly and pressed a soft kiss to his sternum.
"We don't need to rush anything, my love. We've all the time in the world."
"Love you, baby."
"Love you more, Snowflake. Let's go inside and take a bath."
"Mmmhhhmm, exactly what I need now, Lo."
You two loosened your hug and stood up. Loki wrapped the blanket around your waist and carried you bridal-style to the bathroom and prepared a relaxing bubble bath for you two.
Loki didn't know that you had another small surprise for him. You had only a few more days here but you wouldn't fly directly back home to New York. You two would stay in London for two days before you'd fly home again. And you didn't know that something would happen that would affect your life again.
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