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ladykailitha · 3 months

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Staking My Claim Part 6

And here we are! The end of this sweet little story. I had a blast writing it and I enjoyed all the comments and tags. Thank you so much.

We get to the "is this set after canon or a no monster AU *shrugs* could be either" part of the story.

Part 1|Part 2|Part 3| Part 4|Part 5

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When he woke up next it was dark out and his stomach was growling. As he sat up he could smell the warm heat of something cooking in the kitchen. He went to the bathroom and washed his hands. He knew he should brush his teeth and he vaguely remembered Eddie saying something about a spare around here somewhere, but he couldn’t remember where. And he really, really didn’t want to go rummaging through the drawers.

He gave up and decided to do it after dinner and have Eddie show him where it was.

He ran his fingers through his hair to tame the tousled look to something more respectable. He really didn’t think it worked. He had slept with it wet and it would take getting it wet and washed before he could properly tame it.

Jeff grinned at him when he came stumbling out. “Just in time, man. Eddie’s making his famous spaghetti.”

“It smells heavenly,” he murmured.

“Just wait ‘til you taste it, Stevie,” Eddie said with a wide, happy smile. “It’ll blow your mind.”

Steve blushed. “You didn’t have to wait for me to eat, I could have reheated leftovers or something.”

Jeff and Eddie shared a grin.

“This is when we usually eat,” Jeff explained. “We were working on a song for our band earlier.”

“I’m our lyricist,” Eddie said. “Jeff is the composer. He takes my silly little words and turns them into songs.”

Steve nodded. “And you guys play at Cora’s Den?”

“The Hideout and Alleyways, too,” Jeff confirmed. “But yeah, Cora’s Den is our main spot though, which is why Mrs. Hughes pays for this apartment for us to stay at when we’re here.”

“I’m still having trouble wrapping my head around the fact that Gareth’s parents are rich enough to afford a three bedroom apartment in the middle of Indy for you guys to crash at whenever you want,” Steve admitted. “My parents would never do that.”

Eddie shrugged. “We knew Gareth’s family had money when he first started playing with us. No poor schmuck living in Forest Hills was going to buy their ten year old a drum kit and remain sane.”

“Yeah,” Jeff agreed. “We just didn’t know how much until he offered his parent’s garage to practice in. That place has better acoustics then most bars we’ve played in.”

“Just what do his parents do?” Steve asked in awe.

“They run those fancy boutiques for pets,” Eddie said. “They have five shops around the country. Here in Indy, Chicago, New York, LA...and what’s the other one?”

“Miami,” Jeff said.

Eddie snapped his fingers. “That’s it! They charge hundreds of dollars for rich morons to make their pets as pampered as possible.”

“That explains more than it doesn’t,” Steve sneered. “My parents hate animals. The thought of a pet treated better than they treat their own son would have driven them crazy.”

“Not even a goldfish in the Harrington household?” Jeff asked, cocking his head to the side.

Steve laughed bitterly. “And have the water spill on the perfect hardwood floors? Not likely.”

“Even I had a hamster at one point,” Eddie said, shaking his head. “You are seriously missing out.”

“I’m hoping when I get a place of my own I’ll be able to get a cat,” he confessed.

“Aww...” Eddie said. “What kind?”

Steve shrugged. “Probably a rescue.”

Jeff and Eddie smiled softly.

“Sounds good, Steve,” Jeff murmured.

“Food is done!” Eddie said with a flourish. “Spaghetti in meat sauce.” He blinked for a moment. “You’re not vegetarian are you?”

Steve laughed. “No. You probably missed me tucking into the bacon and sausage for breakfast.”

Eddie tilted his head to the side. “Oh right.”

He dished out the food on three plates and handed one to each of Jeff and Steve before grabbing his own plate and sitting on the other side of Steve.

They tucked into their meals and ate quietly. A testament to how good it tasted.

For Steve, it was warm and hearty, filling a void he didn’t know he had. Even when he was in high school, he didn’t have a lot of guy friends and while he loved the Party with all his heart, it wasn’t the same as hanging out with people his age.

Once they were done, Jeff did dishes. Eddie led him over to their large fluffy sofa.

Steve settled in, curled up to Eddie’s side as he talked with Jeff about the new song.

It had been so long since he felt this safe. Like if he drifted off to sleep right now, he would be protected.

And wasn’t that just something.

Eddie’s voice broke through his revery. “Hey, sweetheart. I think you’re falling asleep again.”

“Being drugged sucks.”

Jeff laughed. “It sounds like you’ve been drugged more than once, man.”

Eddie and Steve looked at each other, then Steve winced.

“I may have angered a couple of Russian officers when I accidentally stumbled on their very illegal operation under the Starcourt Mall?” he said through gritted teeth.

Jeff rolled his eyes. “Considering how messed up Hawkins is, nothing surprises me anymore.”

Eddie and Steve huffed out a laugh.

“You’ve got that right,” Eddie said. “Come on, darlin’, let’s get you to bed.”

They got ready for bed and Steve finally got that toothbrush to brush his teeth. He washed his face and Eddie led him back to his bedroom.

Once Steve had gotten comfortable, he pulled Eddie to him before he could protest.

“You’re mine now,” Steve murmured happily. “I licked you. Remember?”

Eddie chuckled. “I guess finder’s keepers. I’ll happily be yours.”

They curled up on the bed and slept soundly knowing that they were heading back to Hawkins with more then the hookup they assumed it was going to be when Eddie first came to his aid.

And Steve couldn’t have been happier.

He was going to have to do something really nice for Robin as a thank you.

As he was falling to sleep, he felt Eddie lick the side of his face. He giggled and pressed their lips together. Eddie hummed happily.

“Love you, Stevie.”

“Love you, too, Eds.”

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And if you saw this on Saturday, no you didn't. I hit post instead of schedule and it was not meant for human eyes yet.

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leakyweep · 10 months

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GERMANY IM BLUSHING YESSS big brain!!!! @anon-germany

Warnings: afab reader, innocent cora, piv sex, creampie, cockwarming, praise, dick riding, MINORS DNI

Word Count; 1.0k

Songs that fit the vibe: "Lavender Lust" by Ramirez, Rocci, "Nicotine" by Pretty Boy Aaron, Bruhnice, Sabz

Cora's red lipstick was smeared across your puffy lips and your cunt as he lapped it gently, his eye makeup running down his face from the sweat beading at his forehead. Many times had he devoured your cunt like it was his last supper, like he had to memorize your taste with the long, slow strokes of his tongue dragging deliciously form your clit down to your entrance.

Tonight had felt different, however. And when he had breathlessly asked you to take his virginity, you just chuffed softly.

"I cant believe you're this innocent..." You chuckled softly at the cheeky grin adorning that adorable, flushed face. "Of course, mi corazón."

Now, you were lining his thick, pulsing cock up with your entrance, his muscled chest hovering over you, engulfing all of your senses. His lips were sucking on your neck and shoulders, his tongue smoothing over the skin he would nibble, shivers running down your spine. You were breathless, and so was he. He felt as if you could hear the heartbeat pounding in his chest, the blood pumping loudly in his ears.

His eyes were dragging down your figure as he loomed over you, teeth catching his bottom lip to suppress the moan he wanted so badly to let go. You smiled gently at him as you felt his length invade your walls, stretching you so magnificently it was like no other feeling you had ever experienced. The lovers before him could never compare... and you felt pride swell in your chest at the thought of being his first.

The moan he was trying so hard to harbor let out into the hot air as he felt that sensation of your cunt choking him, pulling him in deeper and deeper until he was pushed to the hilt. His blonde, coarse hair was tickling your abdomen, and your lust-blown pupils were boring into his own pleasured gaze as you ran your thumb down his cheek gently.

His mind was a dazy, stimulated mess; all he could think about was the way your pussy felt, how he would never forget this feeling for as long as he lived. The desire gracing your features as he started to thrust was heavenly; and his pace was already stuttering just watching your breasts bounce with the motion of his dick. He already felt that coil in his lower abdomen, threatening to spring free too early, before he could even get you to orgasm-

"My love," you whispered, bringing his consciousness back to reality as he moaned with each snap of his hips, back and forth, his tempo a bit erratic the deeper he fell into those naughty thoughts of you. "Just relax... I'm here, and I won't judge you... you're doing amazing," you praised between your own soft pants, encouraging the blonde teddy bear to just enjoy the moment and not get worked up.

He nodded, letting the ecstasy of the moment fill him. He stopped thrusting for a moment to catch his breath, and you whined and squirmed against his length for some friction after the sudden cease.

You pushed against his chest gently, smiling as he exited your wet and let you guide him onto his back. His blonde locks were stuck to the slick sheen of sweat clinging to his forehead, and you pushed the silky bangs back as you stared deep into his eyes. You straddled his waist and whispered,

"I'll take care of you..."

His blown pupils were fixed on your own as he nodded, head tipping back to moan at the ceiling as he felt your slick pussy engulf him yet again. The feeling was intoxicating; more addicting than the cigarettes he often smoked.

You started to bounce dutifully on his cock, feeling the swollen head brushing against your cervix as you sat down fully on his hips, your hands bracing his chest as you ground your cunt into him. He was a moaning mess; and he couldn't stop the unconscious buck of his hips in time with your bounces. You were calling out his name, your eyebrows knit in pleasure and euphoria as you felt your walls begin to clench around his cock desperately, chasing the orgasm that was dangerously teetering in your core.

"Darling-mm-gonna cum," he groaned as if he could read your mind. You nodded in agreement, broken syllables forcing themselves through your whines as you felt your body shake, your legs trembling under you as the waves of your climax hit you like a typhoon; you were writhing insatiably, milking his twitching cock as it painted your walls with his semen.

He held your hips up as he pushed as deep as he could go, filling you until the cum began to drip out of your spent pussy. The next few minutes, keeping his cock nestled deep within your sopping cunt, you spent catching your breath as you laid atop his toned chest. He would let out an occasional "that was amazing" or "I love you", giving your hair kisses as his fingers danced down your curves and dips.

He wanted this moment to last forever; he and his lover sharing breaths, connected in more ways than one, as they reveled in the feelings they drowned in for each other. He loved you more than life itself; and you cared for him more than anyone ever had. You were truly made for each other.

After a few more moments, you let out a sigh, forcing your body up. He dragged his gaze up and down your figure as you stood, fixing your hair. "C'mon, mi corazón. Let's go get cleaned up." You motioned to the white liquid dripping down your legs and the slick covering his hips.

Giggling softly, he sat up and engulfed you into an embrace. "Yeah... Let's do that again, but in the shower."

"That is not what I said!" You laughed, being swung in his arms as he spun you around in his clutch. However, you didn't mind at all. You wouldn't mind taking him as many times as he needed to be satisfied, because it made you feel honored that he wanted to do those things with you, and no one else. Because you were his.

#corazon smut #corazon x reader #rosinante x reader #rosinante corazon #rosinante donquixote #one piece fanfiction #op #mi corazon #best boy tag #liv writes #corazon x reader smut #x reader

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throneofsapphics · 4 months

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Oooo okay I love the idea of Tamlin's daughter and like Nessian's daughter or even like Eris or Lucian's daughter?

The Romeo and Juliet vibes ✨️

stolen moments and chance meetings.

Eris’s daughter x Reader (Nessian's daughter)

Summary: You and Eris’s daughter run into each other.

Warnings: none

A/N: i love this idea so much (part two) (part three)

Wandering was bad. You knew that, well aware it was a beacon for danger, but when you spotted the quaint little clearing, you couldn’t help yourself. Technically it was spring court territory, but with a quick sweep of the perimeter, there wasn’t anyone in sight for miles. Just over the border, easy enough to make a quick escape. Worth the risk.

It would be a nice way to cool off, you’d been flying for hours, and despite the wind sweat was dripping down your spine, off your temples. A “conditioning flight.” You had a love-hate relationship with them.

Landing softly on the moss, you sighed and rolled your shoulders back, heading right for the pond - a beautiful clear blue. Heading right for it, you cupped the liquid between your hands, splashing your face, letting the water cool your burning skin, and nearly moaned at the sensation.

A few gulps later, and you were feeling much better, and sat back on your heels.

“Someone’s not where they’re supposed to be.”

Fuck. You recognized that voice. How had she snuck up on you? Unfortunately or fortunately, it wouldn’t be the first time.

“I could say the same to you,” you countered, standing and turning slowly to face her. Cora Vanserra grinned at you, leaning back against a tree, arms crossed over her chest, red hair glinting in the sun. Beautiful and arrogant in equal measures, but it’s something you liked about her. There was something a little untrustworthy about someone too humble, in your opinion.

“What’s your excuse?” She asked. You pointed at the pond, giving her a look that said; are you that stupid? Her eyes rolled.

“And yours?”

“I was close to the border anyway, when I saw you.”

You’re her excuse. “Miss me that much, Cora?” you let her name drag out, testing it on your tongue. How many times had you actually said it? You saw each other two months ago, at another ball in Hewn City, and stole a few wonderful moments together in the bathroom. Of course there were the letters … but you hadn’t been able to risk many of those, even coded. Not since Nyx snooped and saw you had a secret lover. On threat of a slow and painful removal of his favorite part, he kept it to himself.

She crossed the clearing, in front of you in moments, hands gripping your hips as she tugged you close. Your wings tucked in tight as you took in her gaze, amber eyes digging right into you - as if they could see through every layer.

Her thumbs brushed back and forth over your stomach, heat burning through your clothes. You fought the urge to look down and see if you actually were on fire. Instead, you reached up and brushed your knuckles across her cheek, delighting in how she leaned into you, before lazily winding your arms around her shoulders.

Where are you? A voice thundered through your mind. Nyx. Shit, you were supposed to meet him. Supposed to be done with your flight by now.

Took a break, you answered, focused on shielding your current location.

Where? He sounded exasperated, I’ll come get you.

That’s the last thing you need, for him to smell her scent in here. You needed the wind to brush it off of your own anyway.

No need, I’m on my way now.

“Who was it this time?” She sighed, seeing the glazed over look in your eyes.

“Nyx. He’s about to come get me.”

“Leashed like a dog,” she murmured.

“And you’re much better?”

Her shoulders rose and fell. “When will I see you again?” she deflected.

This little clearing was rather nice. And spring was relatively neutral territory.

“Meet me here in a week. Sunrise.”

Her head tilted. Calculating. “So clandestine.”

“Do we have any other choice?” Your teeth tugged on your bottom lip, her hands squeezing around your waist.

“And if I don’t show?”

Mother above, you always forget how much she loves her little games.

Cupping her face with both hands, you leaned forward, pausing a hair's breadth away. Her eyes widened, breath catching, and you grazed your lips over hers. A mockery of a kiss, but it did the job - her heart rate rose, breaths coming faster. Stepping back and shrugging off her grip, you rolled your shoulders back.

“A little motivation for you,” you said - barely above the wind. Flaring your wings once, twice, three times, you shot off into the sky. Leaving a still, and contemplative Vanserra behind.

Stolen moments, that’s all the two of you were destined for, and never enough of them.

The wind slowly stripped you of her scent, of nutmeg and the first day of autumn, as you tried your best to commit it to memory.

Where. Are. You.

Nyx was worse than your parents with the fussing. This time, you shared a view of your surroundings, just as you crossed past the border of Spring.

Where the fuck have you been?

You ignored him. There was still a flight home to think of a good excuse. That’s if he didn’t decide to come grab you mid-flight. It wouldn’t be the first time.

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drachonia · 9 months

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𝐛 𝐞 𝐚 𝐬 𝐭 .

Luke Randolph x OC (Cora) notes: brainrot, this song, and @candied-boys being the devil (angel) on my shoulder got to me. dunno what to call this puppy, it's my first time posting a fic like this, let alone smut. hope y'all enjoy! content warning(s): general nsfw, no real plot, some pet names, just two people being smutty.

The eighth prince of Rhodolite was never renowned for his puncuality, let alone his tact. This also tended to apply in his love affairs as well, and today was no exception.

“C’mon, I said I’ll make it up to ya…” he trotted after a significantly more petite woman, honey-haired and full of spitfire as she stormed down the palace halls toward the kitchen to unleash her wrath on the cooking utensils and ingredients she had bought the day before that were for Luke.

Were.

She did her best to ignore the sad green eyes staring down at her as she wrinkled her nose and crossed her arms over her chest as she stared back before turning on her heel and focusing on her baking.

“Cora, I promise ya I didn’t mean to be late, I got invited to an event and Nokto practically dragged me by the hair to it…” he leaned over her from behind, arms drifting down to wrap around her waist and pull her against him, voice low and soft in her ear, “What do I gotta do to make ya look me in the eye for more than two seconds, honey?” She stiffened as he nuzzled her neck, eyes squeezing shut as she dumped the dry ingredients mindlessly into the mixing bowl. “I’m not in the mood, Luke.” She managed weakly, “I thought we promised this time. Just one evening, you and me.” She mumbled, his heart cracking slightly at the teary look she had, “Fine,” she heard him pull back slightly before her body was lifted up roughly, “Guess I gotta find a way to get your attention, then.” She flushed as one of his big hands pushed up her dress, her eyes squeezing shut in an attempt to will herself to calm down from the flustered state he about had her in, the other hand lifting to his lips to tug off one of his gloves with his teeth as his forest green eyes stared down at her.

“Don’t think I don’t see those rosy cheeks flushin’ bright red for me.” He murmured against her earlobe, letting her skirts fall over his wrists to hide the — honestly — dangerous things he was doing to her soft thighs, “L-Luke, I’m trying to be m-mad at you…” Her voice shook slightly with his fingers drifting over inner thighs and beneath her garments, gently rubbing at her clothed hips and committing to memory how she trembled under his bare palm as he rubbed the heel against her core.

“You’re pretty excited for being mad. Did ya miss me that bad?” Her gentle nod with that soft pout was all it took for the prince to know he had it right, “So sweet…so fragile too, ya know how tiny ya look when I lean over ya like this?” He tilted her chin up with his gloved thumb and forefinger as he continued circling his hand against her hips, “Should I give ya a little something to help you get on my level?” He teased, smirking as his green eyes narrowed, leaning down to ask silently for confirmation. Damn it, why did she have to be so weak to him? Her fingers curled in his sleeves as a silent answer, nodding up at him with flushed cheeks. Luke’s palm pulled back from her core, setting her on the counter and nuzzling into the crook between her neck and shoulder while he tugged her hands to his waist, helping her to his belt buckle. His lips brushed over her collar, hands cupping her breasts through her clothing and kneading her chest to soothe any remaining ache she had in her core or her heart, sighing happily against her as her hands finished with his pants, pushing them open just enough for him to press against her beneath her skirts, grinding into his honey-haired lover.

“You feel so good…” he groaned, head dropping to her shoulder while her soft moans sounded in her ear, feeling her plush thighs lock against his hips, holding him close. He ground his tip against her folds, shuddering and gently pushed her against the shelving. It took one thrust of the hips to push inside slightly, growling at the tightness that greeted him, “Fuck, honey.” His moan dripped in her ear, oozing lust. Cora felt her stomach flutter and drop all at once as he pulled back the slightest bit only to give another swift push into her, both of them gasping and panting loudly as his body loomed over her on the counter, “That’s it, just a few more inches for me.” She felt him smirk against her ear, almost able to see the hungry glow in those gem-like eyes of his behind her eyes that were squeezed shut in pleasure. “Luke…!” Her wavy hair shook slightly behind her, lips parting with a soft, whiny cry as he pulled his hips back once more, pushing all the way inside her and groaning loudly in her ear, “Fuck.” The voice that left him was barely more than a snarl as he set a steady pace, gripping her thighs to steady her as she wrapped her arms over his shoulders, the digging of her nails into his shoulders through his clothing giving him the hint of where to thrust so he hit every spot inside just right.

“Take it for me, okay? Can you do that?” He lifted his head slightly to rest his forehead against hers, cupping her cheek in his big hand while he thrust, starting to pick up the pace even more, “N-Nnh! Luke!” She gasped softly in his ear, trying her best to keep quiet, “Let me hear that pretty voice…I’ve not heard it all damn day…” he sighed, gazing into her lidded eyes and smiling softly at her, “Just feel me, be as loud as you like.” He soothed her as she gave him one shrill cry before hitting her peak. He felt her squeeze tight around him, gripping her and spilling into her with a low groan, leaning over her body until they both caught their breath against the kitchen cupboard before he pulled out of her, rubbing his palms over her pelvis and hips.

“…Luke we…we should probably get out of the kitchen.” Cora mumbled, her cheeks flaming red. The redheaded prince chuckled, chest vibrating against her cheek as he stroked her soft hair behind her ear, “I kinda doing it like this…but I definitely don’t wanna let anyone else see ya like this, all flushed ‘n’ cute.” He smiled, cupping his hands on either side of her soft cheeks and kissing her gently before moving to fix his clothes. Once he straightened up, he swept an arm behind her, looping it under her skirt and behind her knees to lift her in his arms, “Can’t have any of my hard work go to waste, can I?” He whispered in her ear, kissing her cheek as Cora hid her face in the lapels of his royal jacket, “Luke!”

lace headers by saradika.

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siderealxmelody · 2 years

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“But I need to be here, Morven and Lorin need me!”

“They don’t need you; you need to fulfill your duty as the Princess and marry well.”

“Why would I want to go marry some spoi-“

“Enough! This is not a discussion, remember your place and your training Sarai.”

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Twenty-Eight days.

That was how long it had been since she had arrived at the Night Court, twenty-eight days of her life wasted as she had not yet met this so-called elusive prince. She had only seen him from a distance, always flocked by attractive women who were all vying for his attention. What was the point of even being there, why would she stoop to the levels of those desperate harpies?

Even that evening, as the sound of the music, came from the ballroom, she had chosen simply not to attend. Even though Seren and Gloriana had spent forever on her hair and make-up, even though Astria had ensured her dress was perfect. They had all outdone themselves; the dress was designed to show off her figure, her haired pull up and pinned into an elegant hairstyle accented with her home’s tiara, her make was subtle but enough to draw attention to her.

Yet despite all the efforts that were put into her, she had taken a detour from the hall leading to the ballroom and instead found the garden. A small book was in her hand, her thumb brushed the worn pages as she gave a small smile. Stories from her home, from the people she represented. Her eyes rose to the night sky, smiling slightly as she saw the stars that shone.

The beauty of the night sky, the peace it had brought her for so many years. The moon had been the light that soothed her when she had cried. Lost within her own thoughts she hadn’t noticed anyone approach her, not until she felt the hand on her shoulder. A hand that startled her, caused her to turn quickly as she used her book to smack the offender.

“Oh, I’m sorry!” Her eyes widened as she realized who she had hit. The very male she had seen from a far.

[Viren~]

Viren looked to Acacius, the females left behind on another male to cling to. Maybe Beron.

"I just - I don't understand why it has to be like this Acacius. We have nothing in common. She's just some high fae —"

Acacius crossed the room and gripped his shoulders.

"What are we Viren?"

He knew the answer but he swallowed the correct one and instead said,

"Fae."

"Yes, and fae marry for power not attraction. It's too late for me and Ignatius. You know why, at least be charming and if it falls through the blame will be on her and not you."

Viren gritted his teeth and watcher Acacius move back to his desk to pour them a drink. He knew why, Keir and he were the future of Lunar. Esme and Cora were too young, too unsuited for the roles.

He drained his glass and smiled as Acacius squeezed his wrist. Even if Oriana had been fae he'd probably still be heir - still no heir. For them then, to stop seeing Oriana on the verge of tears.

"For Lunar."

Acacius gave him a warm smile of approval and nodded.

"For Lunar."

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Viren rubbed his jaw and glared at her.

"Do you attack all your would be suitors Lady Sarai?"

He swallowed and rolled his shoulders back holding his hand for hers.

"My apologies, I forgot myself. How do you like our Midnight Gardens?"

#luxmaeastra

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neroushalvaus · 2 years

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Does anyone still like uquizes? Because I've been slowly working on a "Which Downton Abbey character are you?" quiz since last year and I'd really like it if you tried it!

#i tried to make it so it's not like...#how do you brush your teeth? a) like a lady b) in ireland c) with a cigarette while gossiping d) im a feminist #downton abbey #tagging some characters:#mary crawley #thomas barrow #elsie hughes #cora crawley #anna bates #beryl patmore #tom branson #maybe someone will find this now :')

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dollyreblogs · 3 years

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Okay but imagine that Benito had a crush on Lexi because she's smart and strategic but then he fell out of love with her the moment she put ketchup in rice and mixed it up and had the AUDACITY to call it Spanish Rice.

Izzy: So how'd your date with Lexi go-

Benito: Love is as dead as how I feel internally and tell Cora to take her ketchup privellages away-

#Lexi: I CAN'T HANDLE SPICY FOODS YOU KNOW THIS-#Sadie: YOU ONCE ACTED LIKE YOU HAD TO GO TO THE HOSPITAL BECAUSE YOU HAD WINTERGREEN GUM-#Lexi: IT WAS SPICY #Cora: THEN HOW DO YOU BRUSH YOUR TEETH?!#Lexi: I USE THE KIDS BUBBLEGUM TOOTHPASTE #Izzy: Even i wouldn't use it that stuff is gross-

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beauvibaby · 3 years

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Purple and Yellow – j.oleksiak

• Jamie Oleksiak goes through heartbreak and challenges along with his daughter but then he meets a woman who seems to catch both their hearts •

a/n: ok this is NOT proof read at all I’m sorry but I knew if I went back and did that I’d end up hating it and not wanting to post it but I know y’all wanted it so here you go!

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Jamie knew he was going to Seattle, and he’d be lying if he said the proposition didn’t excite him, but once his name was inked on that paper, reality came crashing in. He had to up and move his daughter, she was only three, maybe it wouldn’t be that hard. But who was he kidding, everything is hard with a three year old. And how would he explain that they wouldn’t be able to visit mommy every weekend, just like they did every weekend since. That’s all that plagued his mind as he drove home from the airport, Ivy was waiting for him, but he knew she’d succumb to her sleepiness before he could get there. His parents already texting him with a picture of her half asleep on the couch.

Then, the cars on the other side of the road slammed on their brakes, the sound of tires spinning out made everything come rushing back.

“Is this the father of Ivy Oleksiak?” Jamie didn’t even have a chance to speak before the words came across the phone, “yes, who’s speaking?” Jamie replied, heart rate picking up at the soft sigh the woman let out. “Your daughter and Miss Cora Hadley were brought into Medical City from a car accident scene.” All she said were those words before he was rushing to his feet, “are they ok?” He asked quickly, never getting a pair of shoes on so quickly in his life. “Sir, I’m not–“ “Bullshit! Is my baby and my fiancé ok?” He snapped, based on the way she whimpered, a rather young woman on the other end of the line. “Your daughter will be fine, just some scratches, the car seat did it’s job.” She spoke slowly, her breath hitching. “I think it’s best you get here as quickly as possible.” She spoke carefully, and in that moment Jamie’s heart fell to his feet like an anchor, he could feel his stomach twisting and his eyes burning. He knew what those words meant. Then he thought of Ivy and that snapped him out of his daze, he had to get there, now.

Jamie pulled into his driveway safely this night, parking beside his parents car, a sigh escaping his lips, forcing the terrible memories from two and a half years ago away. He gathered his bags, and lugged them inside, smiling at his family all asleep in the living room. That made him forget that oh so familiar ache in his chest just a little bit more. He put his bags in the corner, those could wait, but right now all he needed was to hold his baby girl. He scooped Ivy up, smiling as she fluttered her eyes open just enough to see him. “Daddy.” She murmured, “hi bug.” He inhaled the scent of her toddler shampoo, his mom always taking care of her hair the best, brushing the detangler through the unruly hair she got from her father. “Sleep with you.” Ivy whined when he started heading for her room, normally he didn’t give in, not wanting her to be dependent on him to sleep, but he needed her tonight too. “Just tonight princess.” He gave in, bringing her to his room with him, where she fell asleep instantly when he placed her on the plush bed.

Jamie laid awake, staring at the ceiling for a little while, thinking of how he would tell Ivy about having to move. “I hope you’re proud of me.” He whispered out, his tears staying pooled in his eyes as he forced himself to calm down. “Sleep daddy.” Ivy complained, nuzzling closer to him. “Hold me.”

“Jamie.” Cora whispered, hoping he was awake despite the late hour, he grunted in response, being a light sleeper ever since he found out Cora was pregnant. “Hold me.” She demanded with a light tone, her back aching and stomach bulging as Ivy kicked around in there. Jamie blindly opened his arms for her, letting her settle into his chest. “Always.” He murmured, already half asleep as she sighed in content.

“Come here baby girl.” Jamie murmured at Ivy, letting her rest her head upon his chest, Ivy was a very cuddly little girl, the second she was comfortable with you, she’d be sitting in your lap and telling you stories and anything to be touching you. It was one of Jamie’s favorite things, especially when he came home from a roadie and all she wanted was to be held by him.

***

“Daddy!” Ivy called, she managed to climb onto the bathroom counter to brush her teeth but now she was too scared to get down, “daddy!” She shrieked again, Jamie’s eyes fluttered open as he quickly took in his surroundings, “daddy, I stuck!” Ivy called, this time sounding annoyed by his lack of response. He threw the blanket off as he knew where she was stuck, this was a common occurrence. He appeared in the bathroom doorway, arms crossed over his chest, “and just what do you think you’re doing?” Jamie asked his daughter as she made grabby hands for him, she grinned brightly at him, “I brushed my teeth!” She answered in a duh tone, she grabbed his face once he scooped her up, kissing the tip of his nose, and he the same to her, “I’m very happy you brushed your teeth, Ivy, but you know you’re not supposed to get on the counter, that’s why we got you a stool, remember?” He explained, for easily the tenth time in the past month. “I know.” She huffed, dramatically pushing her hair back, making Jamie chuckle as he walked down the stairs, hearing his parents talking in the kitchen.

“Well, good morning sleepy heads.” Alison teased as Ivy gasped at the sight of pancakes on the counter, Jamie shook his head with a smile, placing her on the seat beside his dad, “I’ll make you a special plate.” Richard quipped to the little girl, which really just meant drawing a smiley face on it with whip cream. “Thanks mom.” Jamie gave his mom a kiss on the cheek before shuffling around to get his coffee, desperately needing the sleep kicked out of his system. “When are you going to tell her?” Alison asked, taking a small bite of her food, giving her son the side eye when he hesitated. “Today.” He gave in, knowing he absolutely had to start packing now, otherwise it would never be done in time. “So, Ivy, do you have any plans for today?” Alison shifted her attention to her granddaughter, figuring they could take her out to do something so he could get more done. “Gonna go see momma!” She cheered, some syrup smeared around her mouth.

Jamie froze, it was Saturday already, he checked his phone and felt humiliated that he had forgotten his promise to take Ivy to the cemetery. Evidently the panic was written across his face when both his parents stared at him. “Why don’t grandma and I bring you? We haven’t been there in a while.” Richard offered, rubbing Ivy’s back when she looked to Jamie for permission. “I think that would be nice, right baby?” Jamie finally found his voice, and Ivy nodded brightly, anytime she got with her grandparents was cherished. “Daddy coming to?” She asked, tilting her head as he sipped on his coffee, “I’ve got some work to do, alright, I’ll go next time.” He assured her, shooting his dad a thankful look as he quickly changed the subject before she could pester on any further.

“Ivy, I need to talk to you.” Jamie announced, he couldn’t wait any longer, he had to do it and be done. Alison nearly choked on her coffee and Richard looked at his empty plate like it was suddenly the most interesting thing. Ivy nodded, munching away on her pancakes, not understanding the severity of what was about to be said.

Jamie cleared his throat and pulled out the chair beside her, “you know how I had to go away to this new place for work, yeah?” He reminded her, “Seattle.” He said, and she nodded, “Seattle.” She repeated, not entirely perfect but good enough. “I got a job over there.” He spoke, waiting to see what she thought. “Hockey?” She asked, confusion lacing her tone. “Yes, still hockey.” Jamie chuckled softly, “it’s with a new team.” He paused, glancing away for a second, “we have to move there.” He concluded. Ivy nodded slowly, “new house?” She asked, she might be young, but she knew that moving meant not in this house. “Yeah, new house, new city, new people.” Jamie explained, panicking when she went wide eyed, “what about uncle Ro-Ro?” Ivy asked, referring to Miro, she was closest to the young defenseman as she always saw him beside her dad on the ice. The nickname had been dubbed upon him when she was learning to speak and liked to repeat things. “We can visit, baby.” Jamie spoke softly, heart breaking as she began to sniffle. He could practically see the wheels turning in her head, he knew the realization was coming. “But Momma!” She sobbed.

And that completely shattered his heart.

“I know.” He picked her up, feeling her sob into his neck, “momma.” She whimpered, though she didn’t remember her, Jamie made sure to keep her an important part of her life. Ivy didn’t know that she loved going to a gravestone that much until this moment. “Hey, look at me, bug.” Jamie demanded gently, situating her to be in front of him. He sat her on the countertop and stood in front of her, “momma will always be with us, right? Isn’t that what I always say?” He explained to her. Ivy nodded slowly, she was so young but always acting older, trying to wrap her head around this. “Yeah.” She mumbled sheepishly, cheeks red and eyes puffy, she felt shy under the gaze of her grandparents. “It’s alright, daddy’s sad too.” He assured her, lowering his head to be eye level with her. She stared into his eyes, reminding him so much of Cora in that moment, and once again she kissed the tip of his nose. “No sad daddy.” She demanded, drumming her fingers on his cheek. He pecked her forehead, “alright baby.” He agreed, if she could do it, so could he, right?

***

Ivy slept the whole plane ride, which is what Jamie was hoping for as they would be meeting the moving truck at the new house, plenty of things to be done asap.

“Come on Ivy.” Jamie mumbled, carrying her off the plane as she groggily woke up, looking around slightly confused until she remembered what was going on today. “Daddy, Seattle?” She asked, lifting her head from his shoulder, he chuckled, lowering her so she wasn’t so high up on his chest. “Yeah, Seattle baby.” He assured her, her pigtails bouncing as she looked around rapidly. He smiled at her reaction to the airport alone.

“What do you think, Ivy?” Jamie asked, raising his eyebrows as the three year old spun to face him. “Love it!” She squealed, her room was twice as big in this place than her bedroom in Dallas, and Jamie told her she could pick whatever color (within reason) to have her walls painted. Of course she would love it here. Jamie looked around their new-but-empty-house one more time, sighing as he could picture Ivy growing older in this house.

Time to make it a home.

“Hi.” Ivy grinned up at one of the movers as he placed a stack of boxes in her room, Jamie just being outside the door heard her speaking, he raised an eyebrow waiting to hear the guy speak. “Hello.” The young guy spoke sweetly, chuckling at the little girl. “I’m three.” She spoke, “how old are you?” She asked, Jamie held in a snicker as he walked in. “Ivy, leave him alone, bug.” He laughed softly, the guy taking it as his excuse to go get more boxes. “Ugh.” She huffed, flopping down on her bed dramatically, Jamie rolled his eyes, looking around. “What color do you want?” He asked the opinionated little girl, he sat beside her, smiling as she stood next to him, being eye level with him. “Hmm, purple!” She gasped, looking around the currently beige room, Jamie nodded slowly, “light purple.” He countered, knowing she would want to choose the darkest shade. “Fine.” She giggled, “we can go tomorrow, alright? Today we need to focus on finding all your stuff.” He tickled her sides.

***

Ivy was tugging on Jamie’s hand, somehow spotting the paint section quicker than he could. “Slow down!” He laughed heartily, his daughter shooting him a glare as he purposely slowed his feet down. He hoisted Ivy up to see the purple swatches along the top row, she reached for a dark one, just like Jamie knew she would. He sighed, “Ivy, we agreed on light purple, what about this one?” He offered, grabbing a lavender type color, she grunted in disgust, shaking her head dramatically, her blonde curls hitting his face. “Love this one.” She pouted, holding it in front of his face.

Jamie held in a sigh as you walked past him, stopping to look at paint swatches as well. “What about this one?” Jamie compromised, it was darker than he wanted to go, but still light enough to not feel like a dungeon. Ivy’s lip began to quiver, quickly catching both Jamie and the woman’s attention. “Ivy.” Jamie sighed softly, you intervened, “you know, I wanted a dark purple room when I was your age too.” You spoke to Ivy, catching her attention as she lifted her head, Jamie shifting slightly, giving you a smile. “My dad wouldn’t let me do it.” You made a face, getting a giggle out of Ivy, “he was right though, but guess what we compromised?” You mused, holding your hand out for the paint swatches that Jamie had. He handed them over with ease, “we painted one wall, dark, the wall I had my bed on, and the rest we did light.” You explained, Jamie giving Ivy a bright smile when she looked at him like it was the greatest idea ever. “We can do that, Ivy.” He agreed, and you giggled, “glad I could be of help.” You added.

“Thank you,” Jamie paused, waiting for a name. “Y/N.” You told him, smiling at the pair, “and your name is?” You asked, already figuring the little girl's name was Ivy. “Jamie.” He introduced himself. “What are you painting?” Ivy asked boldly, not one to talk much around new people, Jamie set her down so she could look at other colors, amused by her sudden interest. “I’m painting my dining room.” You answered, squatting down to her level, “do you have any color suggestions?” You asked Ivy. Jamie gave you a look that said you really don’t have to entertain her but you just gave him a smile. “Yellow.” Ivy announced, looking at the wall and grabbing actually, a very nice swatch, it was just yellow enough. You tilted your head as you looked at it, imagining it in your space. “That’s a very pretty color, Ivy.” You told her, smiling brightly as she blushed, handing you the color sample. “Thank you, Y/N.” She spoke politely, even though the words didn’t come out perfectly, it was a great attempt. “You’re welcome.” You stood to your full height, shocking Jamie by walking over to the counter to order the paint, no hesitation that a random little girl picked it out.

“You don’t have to-“ Jamie started to say, but you shrugged, giving him a happy smile, “I just got a new place, a fresh start, yellow seems fitting.” You told him. Jamie gave you a lopsided smile, if only you knew he was doing the same. “Daddy, this ones.” Ivy gasped, giving him two swatches, he chuckled at her grammar, squatting down to her level, “you’re sure?” He asked, he knew after all it was just paint, and if it turned out so terrible, they could paint over it but he didn’t want to have to do this twice. “This one looks like momma's dress!” Ivy explained, Jamie looked at the dark purple in his hand, instantly remembering Cora in that dress, Ivy’s favorite picture of her that she kept in her room. Suddenly her color choice made sense, you couldn’t help but eavesdrop, your heart stopping at Jamie’s next words. “Yeah, I think momma would have loved this.”

Was she… dead? You tried to knock the thought from your head, they were so young, but you knew accidents happened. You quickly looked away as Jamie stood back up, “here you go ma’am.” The teenager behind the counter spoke, you took the gallon from him, shooting him a smile. “Have a good day.” You told him, offering Jamie and Ivy a wave. “Will I see you again?” Ivy asked, Jamie nearly had heart failure right there as you stopped and giggled. “Oh I don’t know sweetheart, Seattle is a really big city. But don’t you worry, if I ever see you out and about I’ll be sure to say hello.” You assured her, watching as she got all giddy and slightly hid behind her father again. “Bye.” You told him, biting the inside of your cheek to keep from smiling any wider. “Bye, Y/N.” He mumbled, seeming a little dazed as he made his way up to the counter.

***

It had been nearly a week in the new house, the walls were done, almost everything was unpacked and they were starting to feel a sense of normalcy. Jamie loved the neighborhood they ended up in, a true mix of all different people, yes their house was rather large, but it was still homey. The community was sprawling, having a little bit of everything, stand alone homes, townhomes, even some condos, there were plenty of kids around which made him feel good about his choice as he followed Ivy down the road as she rode her bike. “Slow down, Ivy.” Jamie cautioned as she was getting a good bit ahead of him, she huffed dramatically and slowed down, waiting for him to catch up. She was looking around at the houses, confused as to why they were attached, even though Jamie had explained it to her plenty of times. Ivy gasped so loudly, that you could hear it from your front lawn where you were spray painting a piece of furniture. You glanced over and did a double take.

There was absolutely no way, you refused to believe you were actually seeing this, then you saw Jamie and you were convinced the universe either loved you for letting you see him again, or hated you, as you were in ratty old painting clothes.

“Ivy!” You grinned, laughing when the little girl flew off her bike, letting it fall sideways, making Jamie groan, “hi Y/N!” She squealed running up your lawn. You smiled brightly as she hugged your leg, “Ivy.” Jamie called, giving you an apologetic smile but you shrugged it off. “Did you paint your room?” You asked the little girl as she pulled away, a pink tint to her cheeks, she nodded, her blonde curls bouncing in her ponytail. “Yay, that’s great!” You cheered, Jamie walked up behind her, “hi, Y/N. How are you?” He asked, his daughter leaning back against his legs as you two spoke. “Good, been busy making this place my own.” You laughed, motioning to the small townhome behind you. It was your first solo place, and you absolutely adored it, even if it needed some work. “Yeah, you always forget how much work it is moving into a new place.” He agreed, chuckling softly. “Did you do yellow?” Ivy asked, rocking on her feet. “I did.” You assured her, “would you two like to go in and see it?” You asked, cringing internally as you waited to look up at Jamie. “Sure.” He answered, grabbing his daughter's hand, following you inside.

You led them to the dining room, giggling as Ivy gasped, “so pretty!” She cheered, the yellow paid off, it made the space feel much more happy. “All because of you.” You told her, she asked if she could look at the pictures you had sitting on the entry table and you gave her a quick nod, giving you and Jamie a chance to talk. “Same neighborhood? If I didn’t know any better I’d think you were stalking me.” You teased him lightly, getting a hearty chuckle out of him. “It is quite the coincidence.” He agreed, he felt butterflies in his stomach for the first time since he had met Cora.

It absolutely terrified him.

***

It had been a few weeks since that day, and you’d seen Ivy outside playing with another woman, Jamie not to be seen. You came out to grab your mail as she went riding by, “hi, Y/N!” She called, continuing to pedal away. “Hi, Ivy.” You spoke, you went over and introduced yourself to the girl, Taylor, finding out she was her babysitter. “Jamie must go out pretty often.” You commented to her, she shook her head, “oh no, he never goes anywhere without Ivy aside from work.” Taylor told you, “he plays hockey, I'm surprised you didn’t know that.” Taylor added, smiling as Ivy came up to the two of you. “We should be going, it’s almost dinner time.” Taylor spoke, she couldn’t be older than 20. You gave them both a smile, “yes! You don’t want to miss that.” You chuckled, bidding them a goodbye before going inside and googling Jamie.

What you found shocked you.

Jamie Oleksiak taking personal time to mourn loss of fiancé.

Jamie Oleksiak, will he be able to balance a professional career and a baby?

Will he bounce back from this?

You clicked the first article, bracing yourself as it loaded.

The date was from almost three years ago, you scrolled down and began to read…

Jamie Oleksiak has announced the sudden passing of his fiancé, Cora Hadley. Together they shared a daughter Ivy, who was also involved in the incident, she is expected to make a complete recovery.

A close friend tells us it was a severe car accident.

Our condolences to the family.

You clicked away from the article as tears burned your eyes. That was terrible. You read some of the other articles and only grew mad at how the reporters belittled his pain, only talking of how poorly his game play had been since then. And though you’d never wish that kind of loss on anyone, you know they wouldn’t be writing like that if they had felt it.

***

You and Jamie exchanged numbers, citing that it was for “neighborhood emergencies” you giggled at the thought as he was currently asking you what he should get Cora for the upcoming Christmas.

She’s the pickiest three year old ever, everyone always tells me that.

Well, what does the pickiest three year old ever like to do?

She’s either riding her bike and getting absolutely filthy or she’s inside playing dress up and being a little princess

Princess car?

They make those?!?

Oh, Jamie, I really need to take you shopping 🤦‍♀️

Tell me when and I’ll be there…

You tell me hot shot, you’re the one that plays hockey for a living.

How did you find out?

Google is a powerful thing… just kidding, Taylor told me.

Of course she did

Saturday afternoon? My parents will be in town and they want to take Ivy out for the day, so it’s a perfect excuse.

You know where I live, see you then!

He started typing, but then the dots went away and you never received another message.

You brushed it off, feeling butterflies in your stomach for the first time in years as you thought of merely shopping with Jamie for Christmas.

****

“You like him!” Your friend gushed to you as you spoke on the phone while getting ready, “no!” You rushed, only proving her point more. “Y/N, really.” Your friend, Amanda, spoke. “There’s nothing wrong with that, he’s clearly attractive and he’s a dad! He’s not going to be a jerk that just messed around with girls! It’s great.” She rambled, you sighed, pulling your jeans on with a little jump, “his fiancé died, Amanda. He could very well not be over that yet, and I wouldn’t blame him.” You explained, she went silent, “well you left that part out, how was I supposed to know.” She mumbled sheepishly. “It was almost three years ago, their baby was only six months old.” You whispered, cursing when your doorbell rang down the stairs. “Shit, shit, I have to go Amanda!” You rushed, hanging up as soon as she said bye. You adjusted the sweater you had on as you rushed down the stairs, careful not to fall flat on your face. You grabbed your purse as you walked past the counter, yelping as you stumbled and landed on your butt. So close.

“Y/N? Are you alright?” Jamie called, hearing the thud, “yes, yeah, just a second.” You called out, wincing as you stood up, that was definitely going to hurt later. You finally, finally reached the door and unlocked it, pulling it open and giving him a bright smile. “Did you fall?” He asked instantly, bursting into laughter when your face went blank. “We’re not going to talk about that Jamie.” You chastised, stepping onto your little porch to leave with him. “Sorry, sorry.” He chuckled, giving you a once over as you locked the door. “Is Ivy excited to be with your parents today?” You asked him, Jamie laughed under his breath, “so excited, she didn’t even care that I was going out.” He told you as he opened the passenger side door of his truck for you. “Thanks.” You mumbled as you slid in, your heart pounding in your chest. He shut the door and made his way around the truck as you adjusted in the seat.

“So, where to?”

****

Jamie was shocked and grimacing at the price of the princess car that he and you both knew Ivy would love. “Is she the type to give up on new toys quickly?” You asked, tilting your head as you both stared at the display, he shook his head as gave in. He had been leaning against the shelves and as he walked away you noticed his phone had fallen out of his pocket, you picked it up so no one would steal it as you waited for him to come back with a cart, and hopefully someone to help him with the box because it was not something you’d be much help with. His phone began to ring in your hand, the contact flashing across the top said mom, you let it ring, you’d tell him as soon as he came back. As soon as it stopped it was ringing again, you panicked and swiped to answer it, worried that something had happened to Ivy. “Hello?” You spoke into the phone, hearing Ivy wailing in the background. Fuck.

“Who is this?” His mother rushed, “I’m Y/N, Jamie forgot his phone he’s walking around the store– is everything alright?” You asked, cutting straight to the point, “no, we’re going to the emergency room, Ivy fell at the park and I think she broke her arm.” His mother rushed, and thankfully you saw Jamie approaching, “Jamie!” You shouted, rushing over, he furrowed his eyebrows seeing you on his phone.

“It’s your mom.” You rushed, giving it to him and you could see the wheels turning in his head as he listened to her speak over Ivy crying. “Shit, alright I’ll meet you there.” He told her, shooting you an apologetic look. “Go.” You assured him, he shook his head grabbing your hand and pulling you along, he wasn’t going to leave you stranded in a department store. “Sorry, he’ll purchase it another day!” You called to the employee who had a blank look on his face. “Let me talk to Ivy.” Jamie demanded after his mom had said something else, “daddy, it hurts!” Ivy got out between cries as his mother held the phone to her ear. “I know, princess. I’ll be there soon alright? I promise.” He assured her, finally releasing your hand as he realized he’d been holding it this whole time.

He managed to get off the phone so he could drive to the hospital, repeatedly apologizing for you being stuck with him and that this happened. “I was going to take you to lunch and ugh I’m just sorry.” You raised an eyebrow at his ramblings as you guys got stuck at a red light less than a mile from the hospital. “Jamie, stop apologizing. She’s your daughter, she always comes first, that’s how it’s supposed to be.” You soothed him, he glanced over at you, nodding softly, “reschedule the lunch?” He asked, despite the panic in his head, he still wanted to make sure you saw that he was interested in you.

“Yeah, we can reschedule, let’s just go see your baby.” You leaned over the center console, kissing his cheek as the light changed, doing a little happy dance in your head at how he blushed deeply at your actions.

“Family only.” The nurse remarked as you were about to follow Jamie to the room Ivy was in. He gave her an incredulous look, “it’s fine, go.” You assured him, pulling away from him to stay in the waiting room. He hesitated but went along, disappearing behind the doors as you picked a seat in the corner, making sure you had a sight line to the doors he went through. Over an hour went by as you sat there, scrolling through your phone, not hearing from Jamie, which you assumed was because he was being bombarded with questions of the girl who answered his phone, while also dealing with Ivy who was not going to enjoy the process of getting a cast.

Your phone chimed with a text just as you had finally decided to get off of it,

Finishing up now, sorry if my parents are a lot

You chuckled at the message, making sure you had all your items, including the little stuffy you’d bought at the hospital gift shop during your time sitting here. You stood up as you saw them walking out, Ivy draped over Jamie’s chest, half asleep with her head on his shoulder. “Y/N, it’s so nice to meet you.” His mom spoke, offering her hand, you repeated the sentiment, as well as with his dad. “Ivy.” You whispered, placing a hand on her back, holding the small stuffed animal in your hand, “I got you a little gift for being such a big brave girl.” You mumbled, she shifted to look at you with her puffy eyes, and pout settled deep on her lips, “thanks.” She whispered, taking it and holding it close to her chest, she kept her eyes on you as you walked behind Jamie, keeping up a conversation with his parents. And he was right, they were kind of a lot, but you pushed through, smiling when Ivy finally fell asleep in the car.

You sat in the back with Ivy, Jamie insisting you didn’t have to but you wanted to. “She handled it pretty well.” Jamie commented as he glanced back to see her asleep with her hand in yours. “She’s a tough little thing.” You agreed, glancing over at him, he gave you a heartwarming smile. “Thanks for coming with me today, I know it didn’t go to plan, but it was nice, you know… before she broke her arm.” He trailed off, pulling into your driveway to drop you off. You carefully pulled your hand from Ivy’s, she didn’t budge as she was exhausted from today.

Jamie got out to say goodbye, surprising you with a quick kiss to the cheek and a promise of that lunch date.

***

“Did some research?” You asked teasingly as Jamie took you to your favorite restaurant, you gave him a sideways glance as he parked the truck, “I may have had some assistance.” He shrugged, making you realize that’s why Ivy was grilling you the other day, when you had offered to watch her since Taylor was unavailable. “You two are trouble.” You quipped, watching him slip out wordlessly before opening your door for you. “But I’m a gentleman.” He reminded you, “a very good one at that.” You agreed, steadying yourself with his shoulders when you hoped down. “I’m going to kiss you now.” He declared, had you not wanted to kiss him so badly you would have teased him for the nervousness in his voice, but you simply looped your arms around his neck and let him sweep you off your feet with a wonderful first kiss.

The first of many.

***

Two months, and many, many, sneaky dates and stolen kisses later…

You were over at Jamie’s house, having dinner with him and Ivy, you and Jamie had gone out here and there, but most of your time was spent together with Ivy, and that’s what told him that you were the girl he needed to hang on to. Jamie wanted to take tonight to explain to Ivy that you two were dating, but he was scared, petrified even, that she would become upset and confused. You kept telling him nothing had to be done yet if he wasn’t ready, but he was, he swore he was.

“What’s your favorite color?” You asked Ivy, dinner was long gone and you were playing a game of twenty questions, she wasn’t entirely aware of that but she was having fun nonetheless. “Purple! Like my mommas.” She declared, you gave her a smile, glancing over at Jamie to see how he handled it. Many conversations had happened between you two about the loss of Cora, you never wanted to rush him, and as he only gave Ivy a proud smile, you could tell he was truly ready to start the next chapter of his life again. You liked to think Cora was proud of him, for choosing you to be in their life.

“What’s yours?” Ivy countered back, giving you an inquisitive look, the closer she got to age four, the more like Jamie she seemed, and it always made you chuckle. “Yellow.” You told her, watching as she grinned, Jamie winked at you as you turned sheepish under their gaze. “Because of me?” Ivy gasped. “Yes, because of you.” You giggled, welcoming her hug when she bounced over to you. “Ivy, do you know what it means when people are dating?” Jamie asked his daughter as she stayed seated on your lap, she rested her elbows on the table, holding her head in her hands. “No but you said I’m not allowed to do that.” She spoke in a serious tone, sending you into a hysterical fit of laughter, not expecting her to be so blunt. Jamie tried not to but he joined you with a deep laugh, tipping his head back as Ivy grew impatient. “Ok, besides that.” Jamie cleared his throat, “when I say I’m dating someone that means that I really really like them and I want them to be part of our life.” He explained as best he could, you smiled from behind her at his words. Encouraging him to go on.

“Y/N and I are dating.” He spoke officially, you both held your breath as you waited for her reaction, she turned and looked at you, and then back to her dad. “You love her!” Ivy grinned, sending Jamie wide eyed and you into a wide smile as he blushed, “you love my daddy!” Ivy gasped turning to you, now he was the one grinning as you opened and closed your mouth trying to find the words to say. You gave her a nod, “well, it’s a bit more complicated than that when you’re our age, but yes.” You agreed with her, Jamie grabbed your hand from across the table, giving it a squeeze as Ivy climbed off your lap and started dancing around.

This had gone so much better than he had hoped.

When he was tucking her in that night while you were waiting for him on the couch, she said a few words that made him one hundred percent sure that everything was going the way it should, and that Cora even played a hand in this. “Can I have two favorite colors daddy?” Ivy asked, looking up at him sleepily as he pulled the blanket up her body, she was clinging to the stuffy you’d bought her. “Of course, bug.” He assured her, thinking that was that, but as he kissed her forehead she said, “purple and yellow are my favorites.” By the time he pulled his head back, her eyes were shut and her breathing was evening out. “Yeah, I think those are my favorites too.” He whispered.

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witchesofferngrove · 3 years

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Hi, I hope you're feeling better! If you're still taking prompts, maybe you can do 35 (grabbing the other's hand to pull them back to them) + 13 (frustrated kisses) for C. You're an amazing author and your characters are amazing.

Cora/Colton Calloway + grabbing the other's hand to pull them back to them + frustrated kisses!

"C'mon babe, let me buy you a drink," the person slurs in your ear, leaning far too close to you than your comfort levels allow. You can feel their hot breath on your neck, the stench of alcohol oozing all over your face.

You wrinkle your nose and force a polite smile. "Really, I'm fine. I'm just waiting for a friend."

The person leans in even further, almost knocking their head against yours, and you swing back just in time before collision. You desperately search the bar for C, eyes scanning every single passerby. They must be here soon, right? They text 'almost there' 10 minutes ago. Where are they?

"Clearly they don't appreciate you, babe," they slur again, trying to throw their arm around you, but you expertly manoeuvre your way out of the gesture and put out a careful hand to keep some distance between the two of you. "The name's Riley. Let me take care of you."

You check your phone for the 6th time to see if C has sent a text or anything. Nothing. You look up to face your current leach with another, forced smile. "That was them sending the text, I should really--"

But you don't get a chance to leave the encounter before their hand clamps around your bicep, pulling you back towards them. "C'mon, babe," Riley coos, setting your hair standing on edge.

That's how it's going to be then? You grit your teeth, feeling the familiar tug of magic in your gut. Let's see how you like this.

A definite spark of heat erupts in your free hand, it runs like a fever in your veins, lighting up your insides with a satisfying fire. You raise your hand.

"Let them go," a voice growls, and you twist around to find C towering behind you, something... different in their expression. Something dark. Something you haven't ever seen before.

"Get lost," Riley snarls back, though under the pressure of C's glare, they relent and release their hand from your arm. You jolt back, ripping away from their presence as soon as you're able. "You clearly weren't missing them. Now they're spending the night with me."

"What about any of that exchange before told you they want to spend even a millisecond of time with you?" The smile that stretches across C's pink lips isn't friendly, and it isn't their usual crooked grin, either. No, C smiles and it's feral. A predator staring their prey right in the eye. C takes a step toward Riley, towering over the other, and Riley drops their gaze to the floor, then back to yours, before setting their sights to the bartender.

"Would you like me to point out just exactly how repulsive you are?" C grabs Riley's bicep when they try to walk away from them and yanks them back. Panicked, Riley sends a look your way, a deer caught in the headlights--or more precisely, exactly between C's unhinged jaw--before trying to desperately jerk away from C's steel grip. "Huh, so you don't like it when someone grabs you and won't let go?" C clicks their tongue, and you can see their grip tightening around Riley's arm, their fingers digging into their skin. "Funny, since you were just doing that to my friend."

"They get it, C," you mutter, eager to not let the night end with C getting arrested over a bar fight. You grab their arm to tug them away from Riley, but they remain rigid in place. Damn all that training. "Let's just go. C, let's go."

But C ignores you, leaning closer to Riley's ear. "C'mon babe," they sneer, echoing the words Riley said to you not even 5 minutes ago, "let me take care of you."

Riley's eyes are wide in their head. It seems even the alcohol in their bloodstream doesn't stop them from seeing just how much they fucked up. "I get it, I'm sorry. Look, I'm sorry." They turn to you desperately. "I'm sorry. I won't do it again. Just--just let me go, alright?"

"C," you say, trying to pull them away from Riley again. "Let them go! They get it. Let's actually enjoy our night and leave that lowlife."

C momentarily meets your eye and sighs, nodding. The smirk drops from their lips as they shove Riley away from them, sending them reeling to the floor. "Get the fuck out of here and never come back."

Riley scurries away, promises falling out of their lips as they rush to the door of the bar, glancing back at you and C every few seconds to make sure you're not following.

You don't. Instead, C turns to the bartender and orders your drinks, knowing all your favourites off by heart. But whereas C returns to wearing their crooked grin, their posture once again relaxed, you can't help but feel... irked.

Folding your arms across your chest, you raise an eyebrow at them when they sneak a glance your way.

"What?" they ask, taking a seat at the bar. "They didn't have your favourite drink, I know. This one's just as good though."

"That is not it," you mutter back, rolling your eyes. "You just couldn't help yourself, could you?"

C pauses, their eyebrows furrowing. "I'm confused."

"What's confusing you?" you ask, feeling the bitterness on your tongue as the words leave your lips. "You just had to stroll in here, my knight in shining armour. You loved scaring that person, loved feeling like you were there for me."

"They were a creep," C says slowly. "I don't understand your problem."

"My problem," you all but shout, "is that you think you can stroll in here after 8 years and we can pick up right where we left off. That you think it's all good between us. That you can come in and protect me like I'm yours. Well I'm not!" You take a deep breath, your heart hammering like war drums against your ribs. You stare into C's pale grey eyes, something like regret shimmering in those stormy depths. But you ignore the butterflies unfolding in your stomach, swallowing hard. "You lost that privilege a long time ago. I'm doing just fine without you. I don't need you protecting me."

There's a long pause as C stares at you and you stare at them. It feels like there's a rope, a noose, tied around both your necks, getting tighter and tighter. It feels like your lives are tied to each other's, even if neither of you want it. Like if one of you chokes, the other will too.

"Well?" you ask finally, unable to stand the silence much longer.

"Well?" they echo back, raising an eyebrow in response.

You groan, throwing your hands in the air in frustration. "Well, say something!"

"What do you want me to say?" they ask, never once breaking eye contact with you. You can feel your heart in your throat, throbbing like it wants to beat out of your body.

"Something!" You exclaim back, feeling the frustration mounting again. "Anything."

"I've already explained to you why I left and why I had to cut contact," they say calmly, as if they have rehearsed this very argument in the mirror every morning. "You know everything. I've said all there is to say. This part's up to you."

You take a deep breath, trying to calm the raging blood in your veins. You can feel electricity humming underneath your skin--the rage in your body responding to the magic like a moth to a flame. They haven't changed, not a single bit. They're still the same unbelievably frustrating, irritating, argumentative little shit they were when you were best friends in high school. Except now they don't even have the decency to get angry during your arguments.

"You're unbelievable, you know that?" you say, shaking your head and releasing your arms to stab a finger into their chest.

They take a step towards you, their breathing slow and steady. This close you can smell the mint on their breath, the scent of fresh laundry of their fancy, clean clothes. You didn't even note that they put in effort for tonight, but for some reason, the idea of their freshly pressed shirt and the spritz of perfume in the air suddenly makes your mouth dry.

"Am I?" they ask, their voice surprisingly soft, as they lean in closer so you can hear them over the sound of music and chattering voices in the background. C is close enough now that you can see the specks of blue in their grey eyes, the rough edges of the scar above their top lip.

"Yes," you manage to force through your lips, though you swallow hard as you glance into their eyes again. You're angry at them, you remind yourself, folding your arms across your chest again. "You know exactly what you're doing."

C's lips twitch at the corner into the barest smirk, and they lean even closer towards you. "And what am I doing?"

You're angry, you insist, you're angry, you're angry, you're--

Staring into C's eyes again. Their lips are close enough to yours that if you just tilted your head they would touch, you would taste the mint on their breath, feel the soft press of their mouth on yours, you could tangle your fingers into their blonde curls, tug on them in a way you can't help but think they'd like.

"You're infuriating," you mutter, but there isn't any force behind the words. All you can think about is their arms wrapped around you, their hands on your skin. All you can think about is them. "And utterly unforgiveable."

C tilts their head, their lips brush against yours. "I'm sorry you feel that way," they whisper, and then their mouth is on yours, first soft, slow, but then C's tongue trails along your bottom lip, and you move your lips together. Hard, and fast. You unfold your arms and wrap them around their neck, moving your hands into their hair.

You tug a little harder than you'd like to admit, but C moans softly into your mouth, and you pull them closer. C pushes you against the bar, their hands travelling underneath your top, digging into your skin hungrily.

Because C Calloway truly is infuriating.

And they never like to lose an argument.

Hope you enjoyed! Thank you so much for the kind words!

- Tori

#unwanted advances cw #calloway #scenario #prompt #asks #anon #ALSO sorry my writing is hella rusty here i've been writing academic shit for months and i need to get back into the groove of actual #creative writing again #i hope yall enjoy tho #also this has not been proof read or edited love u all xoxo

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amatchinwater · 2 years

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Pairing: Steo, background Berica and Isaac/Cora

Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Theo Raeken, Derek Hale, Satomi Ito, Brett Talbot, Lori Rohr, Isaac Lahey, Vernon Boyd, Erica Reyes, Cora Hale, Liam Dunbar

Warnings: None I can think of

Words: 2400

Prompt: Steo jealousy for @adabri02

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Projection at its Finest

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“He’s so obvious,” Theo snorts, leaning on the counter of the rebuilt Hale home- their pack house- beside Stiles. “It’s embarrassing.”

Taking a sip from his drink, Stiles can’t help but let out an amused scoff. He came into the kitchen to escape Brett and his incessant fucking scenting. He should’ve known better that Theo would follow after him. Stiles has tried flirting with the wolf, but it’s never gotten him anywhere. Theo’s done the same, but he’s never once tried to further it along. The Beta has never been good about people touching Stiles or flirting with him however, outside of the pack that is.

Brett doing both during a Hale and Ito pack meeting might as well have been throwing gasoline on a brush fire.

“Wow, Theo,” he turns to face the wolf. “That’s pretty jealous coming from someone who’s never even tried to ask me out.”

“I’m not jealous,” Theo says the word through gritted teeth. His tone doing wonders at betraying him right now. “I’m being absolutely reasonable. If he wants you so badly, he should talk to Derek and then grow a pair and tell you.”

It takes everything in Stiles to stifle the laugh bubbling in his chest. Biting back his comment? Not so much. “Is that so?” Theo nods, so sure of himself. “Well, it seems to me like he’s not the one who needs to grow a pair, Theo. Come find me when you’re done projecting.” Having no problem rubbing salt in the wound- he’s got his own fair share of them from pining after Theo- Stiles leaves the room, following Brett back into the den with the rest of their packs. He doesn’t want the other wolf, and if he wasn’t so aggravated, he’d feel more madly about using the wolf like this just to get at Theo.

Isaac and Cora have commandeered the love seat for themselves. Erica, Boyd, and Lori are at the couch across the coffee table. Liam and Brett stand off to the side by the unlit fireplace. Satomi’s in the armchair where Derek usually sits, but she’s a guest and therefore gets the best seat in the house. So the spark sits down on the remaining couch beside Derek.

It takes no less than five seconds for Talbot to come and take the empty space beside the spark. “Welcome back, gorgeous,” the wolf whispers.

He offers Satomi’s Beta a small smile before turning to his Alpha. Derek knows how Stiles feels about Theo and supports it fully. But being next in line to take the title of Alpha when Derek decides to step down, Theo has to be the one to initiate the process. So far, he’s done nothing but grow difficult whenever someone gets too close to Stiles. It’s infuriating. Theo comes back from the kitchen, eyes narrowing to slits seeing how close Brett is.

“So what is this meeting for?” Derek asks Satomi now that everyone is back. They’ve been trying to work out a way where they can possibly combine their packs for the betterment of Beacon Hills since Derek became Alpha after Peter’s passing. It seemed the smarter option, rather than just working with one another, but that’s been going smoothly, no other meetings should really be necessary at this point. It’s just a matter of finalizing a date.

The other Alpha places her hands in her lap, looking directly at Stiles. Something she doesn’t typically do. It makes him squirm. “I know that our packs have come to a beautiful alliance and will hopefully be joining soon. But it’s come to my attention that someone would like to join them differently.” Derek’s thick brows rise at her statement as dread pools in Stiles’ gut. “Brett,” she motions towards Derek, “state your piece.”

All eyes in the room turn towards Satomi’s right hand and Alpha in training. Stiles doesn’t like where this is going in the slightest. The spark risks a glance over at Theo, his angry expression from before has turned down right murderous. This is bad. This is very, very bad. Maybe the spark can just drown himself in his lemonade and everything will be fine.

“Derek,” Brett clears his throat, sitting up straight to address the Alpha better. “I would like to have your permission to court Stiles.”

“Wha-” the spark breaks off his exclamation, choking on the liquid that burns like a hot poker in his throat. Why didn’t he just pick up water instead?

Not that it matters, because no sooner are the words out of Brett’s mouth does Theo snarl, “no.”

“Oh shit,” Isaac mumbles under his breath. Cora at his side covering her snicker.

Erica doesn’t even try to stop her cackle.

Stiles’ lungs burn with the urge to cough the harshness from his throat, but he can’t even think, let alone breathe. His eyes darting between the two Betas and Derek. Come on, find your voice dammit. Say something! Even if it’s a choked word, just say it. I. Want Theo. Words, for fuck’s sake, please.

“With all due respect, which isn’t much-”

“Brett,” Satomi scolds.

“-you don’t get a say in this. I formally presented this, it’s up to Derek.” Brett puffs his chest out like the other wolf isn’t growling with golden eyes right now. Yes, this is really fucking bad. His next words seal the deal. “At this point, the only thing you can do is challenge me for him. That’s not a fight you’ll win, Raeken.”

“Oh boy,” Boyd curls Erica closer to him.

Liam and Lori share a look, rolling their eyes over their respective brothers.

Stiles is trying very hard to remember how to speak, or blink, but he’s too stunned to do so. When the fuck did breathing get set to manual? He hasn’t seen Theo this pissed since a wendigo tried to kill Stiles a few years after Derek had turned Theo. The wolf had torn Donovan’s throat out with his teeth in all of three seconds. Brett is in so much trouble it’s not even funny.

Theo growls. Looking to Satomi and Derek for approval. But Brett’s right. Now that the offer to court was made public with their packs, a challenge is the only way Theo stands a chance. Both Alpha’s nod, Derek’s a little more reluctant, but needing to uphold pack formalities. “Don’t be so sure, Talbot,” he sneers just as the other wolf had.

“Don’t you be so sure,” Brett parrots back. “He already smells like me.”

Fuck.

Shit hits the fan; quickly. Stiles barely processes it.

“He’s mine!” Theo roars, Beta shifted and leaping over the back of the couch as Boyd and Erica duck.

Just as Theo is about to tackle the other wolf, Derek scoops Stiles up and all but tosses him onto the loveseat with Isaac and Cora. The former says something, but it falls on deaf ears, the spark can’t look away. A growling ball of limbs, rolling around on the ground fighting for dominance- for Stiles holds all of his concentration. He’s half convinced this is a dream and he’s going to wake up in a cold sweat. Not that he has the faculties to pinch himself to check.

Except that doesn’t happen.

What does, takes a matter of seconds that feel like a lifetime. Brett has Theo on his back and the latter laughs. A thick sound in the back of his throat as though he’s enjoying this. Theo knees the other wolf in the stomach, claws sinking into Brett’s side making him cry out in pain. Suddenly Brett is the one pinned to the ground, Theo still digging his claws into the other wolf’s flesh, his other hand pinching into the skin of his neck.

A killing blow should he see fit. By the set shoulders, dripping fangs, and viciously low snarl, Theo absolutely wants that.

Brett may be nice to look at and may be a pretty decent person, but he’s not Theo. If anyone in this room plainly asked the spark his opinion, he would’ve certainly made his choice in a heartbeat. With that being said, Stiles can’t idly sit by and watch Theo kill the other wolf just because he had the courage to say he wanted Stiles for himself. So the spark, despite Isaac’s shaking head and Cora’s hand holding him, gets to his feet.

“Theo, don’t,” Stiles mumbles more than actually speaks. Because the second the words are out, he realizes his mistake asking to spare Brett. Understanding exactly what Theo would think he was saying. Just how badly his words would be misunderstood.

Burning golden eyes whip towards him, fading back to blue. The hurt is crystal clear in Theo’s face, “you’re choosing him?” The wolf’s hands falter around the other’s neck.

“No,” Stiles shakes his head, “but I can’t let you kill him either. Had either of you bothered to ask me what I wanted, we could’ve easily avoided all of this.”

“Shit,” Brett mutters under his breath, his head thunking to the floor, accepting defeat.

Theo, somehow gracefully, scrambles off the other wolf, “I was going to wait until I became Alpha.” Theo explains, a small smile tugging at his lips as Stiles’ previous words sink in fully. “That way there’d never be a doubt in your mind how serious I am or my abilities to protect you.”

“Pretty sure you just proved to him that you’re more than worthy as a Beta as well,” Liam grumbles, more than likely tired of his older brother’s antics.

“You choose me?” Theo asks, completely ignoring the wolf.

“Can we go somewhere private or do you really want to do this in front of the pack?”

“I don’t care who hears,” Theo smirks.

Meaning Brett who’s now sitting up beside Satomi while she brushes him off. “I tried to tell you that he was spoken for,” she whispers. “I’m sorry, Derek.”

“I’m sorry you almost lost a Beta,” his Alpha responds. “They’ve been in love with each other for years now. I wish I’d known that’s why you were coming, I’d have warned you a little better.”

“Please,” Satomi flashes a sly grin, “I knew the first time I met them. Apparently someone,” she looks pointedly at Brett who hangs his head, “forgot how to use their senses. All of them. Otherwise you’d have smelled that they’re practically mates already.”

“Right here,” Stiles waves his hands, the wolf just shifts closer to him, all too amused.

It’s not like he really hid his feelings for Theo. But being told that literally everyone knew about it and Brett still pulled this is astounding. The other Beta certainly has a pair on him. Without further ado, the spark grabs Theo’s wrist and hauls him upstairs to his room. Once he shuts the door, Stiles waves his hand, a faint purple glow shimmers around the wood encasing them in silence. He crosses his arms with a huff.

“Are you mad at me?”

“No,” the spark pinches the bridge of his nose. “Even though you acted a bit like a jealous brat, no. I’m not mad at you. Why couldn’t you just tell me? I know the rules. You talk to the Alpha and then to me. Why haven’t you?”

“I did,” Theo argues. “I talked to Derek the day he told me that I would be Alpha after him.” That was well over a year ago. “I just was going to wait until then because I had this thought that you’d want me if I was Alpha. Because you’ve never said anything substantial to me either.”

“Because it’s not my place!” The spark lets out an exasperated huff, “that’s not how pack hierarchy works! If a Beta wants to mate with someone, they have to ask their Alpha permission. An emissary doesn’t get that choice, Theo.”

“Neither of us would’ve had to ask for permission if I was Alpha,” the wolf continues on in a soft voice, avoiding eye contact. It’s a very good point and kind of sweet if he thinks about it. Theo giving him the opportunity to have a regular love life. “I guess I wanted to see just how badly you actually wanted me. If it was a mate sort of way or if you just thought I was hot.”

“Oh you are, for sure,” Stiles grins like an idiot at Theo’s faux offense, every ounce of annoyance dispersing. “But you’ve known me pretty much our whole lives, Theo. You know that I care about more than just looks. You saved me from Donovan, you help me take care of my dad, and you were there with me and my mom. As if there could ever be any other choice but you. I knew it when we were nine and didn’t even know what the supernatural-”

Theo kisses him.

God, if there was ever a way to tell Stiles to shut up, that’s it, right there. The spark will literally never be upset about Theo telling him to stop talking if this is how he chooses to silence him. It’s a simple hard press of their lips, but it’s enough.

“Sorry,” the wolf says, gasping for air as though he’d been holding it the whole time. That’s okay, Stiles was too. “You just- I couldn’t- fuck, Stiles. What are you doing to me?”

Blinking hard, the spark grabs the nape of Theo’s neck, “nothing you aren’t doing to me.” Stiles draws the wolf in, slotting their mouths together once more. Leaning into the wolf, eagerly opening his mouth when Theo slides his tongue along his bottom lip, arms wrapping around the spark, bringing their bodies flush. Stiles is screaming on the inside, smiling into their kiss like an idiot because he’s so badly wanted this. Needed this. Needed Theo.

All it took was a jealous outburst from the wolf and they both finally got what they crave.

“I still fully expect to be courted, Raeken,” Stiles breaks their kiss. “Don’t think this means you’re out of being all fluffy and doting,” he teases the wolf, willing to take the mating bite right here and now if he could.

Without even opening his eyes, “I will do anything for you, Stiles,” Theo tells him, drawing the spark in to kiss him until Stiles’ brain shuts down completely.

Neither boy caring about what the pack might be talking about downstairs.

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writingfromasgard · 2 years

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[Ch7] A Professional Donation

[Ch1] || [Ch2] || [Ch3] || || [Ch4] || [Ch5] || [ML] || [AO3]

A/N: if you can get through this in public, you can request literally anything from me and I will happily write it. My cheeks need a rest for just editting it

Anticipation built the higher the elevator went. When the steel doors swung open to reveal floor 17, Cora waited until Ivar exited first. The ride up had been silent, the occasional glance between the two being the only contact they held. On this floor, there were only six rooms, each one a fair distance from the last. The one at the end of the hall was the one Ivar slid his key card into, pushing the door open.

Like a gentleman, he motioned for Cora to enter first. She kept her gaze low and entered the lavishly decorated room. She shouldn't have been surprised that this was a large suite or that the view of the city was breathtakingly beautiful. She stood by the window while he stuck the 'Do not Disturb' sign on the door.

"We haven't spoken fully about my expectations from this arrangement." He said, pushing open the bedroom door. "I want to be clear about them."

She took a moment more to admire the view and followed him into the bedroom. "I read over the contract before signing it. Was there more to it?"

He sat on the right side of the bed, pulling off his coat. "No, there are things I need to speak with you about. You saw how my family is together tonight. For the most part, that is how it is. Sigurd was unusually silent but he is recovering from the chemical explosion on the docks."

Cora stilled, cocking her head to the side. "The ports were a chemical explosion? Something that was being shipped?" She asked, having not heard anything since the news report.

"Yes, an unfortunate shipment of chemicals that reacted badly to rust. Nothing to worry about, Cora." She watched his hands unbutton his vest and she stepped to him, hanging his coat on the headboard.

She pushed his vest down his arms, teeth chewing on her bottom lip. "What do you need from me?" She reached for his tie, hanging both with beside the coat.

Ivar grabbed her thighs, pulling her to him until her knees hit the bed. "You need to be someone who I can trust to keep my family's personal lives silent. We are influential in certain social rings and people love to tear down what they want. That is why I am paying you more than you would ever ask: I want complete silence when it comes to my family outside of us speaking." His hands tightened around her thighs, squeezing them almost uncomfortably tight.

"You knew from Barnes that I don't speak about other clients." Cora moved her hands quickly down his shirt, unbuttoning it. She was pleased to see he was far firmer than she had felt before. Not quite a six-pack but that thought faded as he shrugged out of his shirt. "Fuck."

The way his biceps moved and flexed had her reaching for them, feeling them as he chuckled at her reaction. "Do you curse at your clients often?" She flushed, covering her face in embarrassment.

"I'm sorry. I didn't- Just.. I'm sorry. I wasn't expecting... Christ... your biceps." She finished with a sigh, urging herself to drop her hands away from her face. He was preening under her, grabbing the backs of her thighs once again to make his muscles bulge. "They're so sexy."

"Soon, Cora." Ivar's eyes connected with hers as a smirk spread across his lips. "We are not done talking and there is a requirement you placed on the contract prior to sexual contact, remember?"

She nodded, pressing her lips together. "A shower or wipe down.. It's standard. What else do you need?" She wanted to forego the hygiene aspect considering how well-groomed he kept himself but being slack about industry standards could come with a price.

"It isn't about what I need." His fingers brushed her inner thigh, inching higher. She sucked in a nervous breath. "This is a lot to put on someone; Any reasonable man can see that. I want you to be as comfortable with our arrangement as I am. What do you need from me?"

The question made her hands twitch at her sides. No one had asked that question in these arrangements nor had she thought about what she needed from someone. "I don't understand."

He broke eye contact, shaking his head. "We will start with what I know you need right now until you find it. There is a second bathroom off of the living room. I will use this one while you use that one." His hands dropped from her legs, skimming down the back of her legs before they landed on his knees.

She nodded, stepping back from him reluctantly. Cora left him for the other shower, still thinking about what he meant. Her heels, dress and bra were folded neatly in a pile on the counter with her mini-purse sitting beside it. She scrubbed every inch of her skin with the unscented soap provided by the hotel and removed her makeup, feeling especially anxious over that.

With the spare robe wrapped around her, she blew dry her hair. She stepped back into the room in time to see Ivar taking deep breaths with his eyes closed.

"It's okay to be nervous." She climbed into the bed beside him, resting on her knees.

He had forgone the robe and simply laid down with a towel wrapped around his waist. His eyes peaked at her under his lashes. Anxiousness flooded the eyes that were confident before. She moved closer to him, laying on his chest. She moved his arm around her waist. He naturally placed it on her hip while she splayed her hand over his chest. His shallow breaths grew deeper and she moved her hand down, level with his belly button.

"Is it okay if I do this?" She placed a gentle kiss against his pec, moving up to place the next one closer to his neck. When he nodded, she continued upward while her hand moved to the edge of the towel. "Do you have any limits?"

When she got to his jawline, he shifted lower. The press of his lips against hers was light, innocent. It made her smile against him, wondering if maybe, maybe this was his first time with someone.

"No recording or photographs, 'daddy', and restricting my mouth." He said, pulling back from her. "When you cum, I want you to say my name. If you want me to do something, you need to ask or you won't get it. Do you have any limits?"

She went back to softly kissing his neck, processing what he told her. "No intentional marks or anything anal -- I'm not ready for that today. I'll try to keep my bratty tendencies away." Her lips placed a soft kiss on his nipple. She grinned at the hiss that left his mouth. "You seem like you want someone who listens well."

"For tonight." Ivar guided her back up, pressing a hard kiss against her lips. His tilted his head, swiping his tongue over her bottom lip.

She tugged on his bottom lip with her teeth. The way he groaned made her hand slide down his body to push aside the towel. His cock looked painfully hard, precum already dripping down the tip. Her hand wrapped around his growing cock's base and started to slowly pump its length.

Cora kissed him again, this time letting his tongue into her mouth. He tasted minty which only encouraged her to swirl her tongue around his. When he groaned out her name, she pulled back to see his face.

Entranced by watching him gasp as her hand gave him pleasure. Her teeth dragged over her bottom lip. His head tilted back, eyes fluttering closed. His adam's apple bobbed in his throat as he moaned her name again.

"Do you like dirty talk?" She asked, slowing her hand. He nodded and she kissed his collar bone. "I was soaked from thinking about riding your cock in the bathtub. I couldn't sleep until I used my vibrator and the damned thing died before I could cum."

Ivar turned his heated glance back to her. He jerked in her hand in response to her words. Her breath hitched and he took the opportunity to remove her hand from his cock. His hands shoved the robe off her body, dragging her by her thighs to sit on his legs.

He sucked on his lower lip, admiring her body. His eyes dragged down every inch of skin, grinning when he saw her glistening thighs.

"Ivar." She squirmed under his intense gaze. Something about this man inexplicably turned her on -- more than any client she'd had before. "Don't look at me like that."

He reached behind his head, digging in his coat pocket to pull out a foiled packet. She whined, feeling like he was intentionally taking his time to open and roll it down his cock.

"Like what, Cora?" He rasped.

Cora's bottom lip felt abused by her teeth. Her breathing was shallow with a building lust. He hadn't even touched her yet. She couldn't find the words to describe how he looked at her -- her brain was too focused on the thick member he held away from her dripping pussy.

When he did decide to touch her, he used those beautiful arm muscles to lift her. A moment later, with no preparation, she was sliding down his cock, hands-on his shoulders. Cora's spine arched forward, giving his mouth access to her nipples.

She lifted her hips up, working the next few inches into her body until she was grinding against his pubic bone. His lips sucked on her nipple while his one arm remained around her waist. His other hand threaded through her hair, jerking her head back. She couldn't hide any of the noises he drew out of her now.

"I-Ivar, sl-.." She cried out. Her hips tried to lift off of him for a second of reprieve but he dragged her hips back down to his. "Slow-ly. I'm g-gonna cum if you-don't.. A-ah, Ivar."

"Keep saying my name like that. That's what I want -- I need from you." His voice was little more than a growl. His hips thrusting up to meet her hips, filling the room with the sounds of skin slapping together.

Stars blossomed behind her eyes and she sought out his mouth again. Desperate for something to ground herself back to reality. He pulled on her bottom lip, grinding against her through her orgasm. Cora whimpered his own name into his mouth, letting his tongue slide against hers.

When her legs stopped twitching, he flipped the two of them, with himself still inside her, so he held himself up with his arms. She wrapped her arms around him, trying to resist the urge to dig her nails into his back.

Ivar buried his face into her neck as he slowed his pace, building a different kind of pleasure in her. "One more, Cora. Give me one more."

She shuddered against him, losing herself in the deep thrusts he gave. "I-Ivar..." She squeezed her eyes closed. She clenched around him, still feeling the aftershocks of her first orgasm while he worked on building the second.

Curses left her lips as he started to snap his hips into her. Her grasp on his back tightened, her whimpering returning. His muscles tightened under her palms and he dropped to one elbow to reach between their bodies. His fingers against her clit made her try to move away from his cock.

He surprised her by groaning into her ear. "Cum for me one more time, Cora. Let me cum with you this time." He filled her ear with the dirtiest pleas for her to milk his cock she had ever heard from anything -- man, book, or television show.

When he shifted the angle, she knew she couldn't hold out anymore. A sheen of sweat covered their bodies, making it easier for him to bare more of his weight onto her. His fingers quickened their pace, rubbing furious circles that brought her to another orgasm.

Her feet dug into his hips, pulling him deeper into her spasming pussy. She wasn't sure he could understand her cries of his name just like she could barely make out the groans of hers from him. He gave three short pumps and sagged on top of her, trying to keep most of his weight on his elbow.

He claimed her mouth one last time, his hand leaving her clit so he could languidly grind against her. It could barely be called a kiss with the panting and moaning. She struggled against him, trying to prevent the third orgasm come following so closely behind to no avail.

"I-Ivar, please!" She shouted, bucking her hips. It was painful how pleasurable it had become. "O-Oh, I-Ivar, please. D-Don't make me cu-cum again. It hurts."

He chuckled against her, stilling his hips now. "You're so fucking tight when you cum. Shit, still milking me when I've nothing left for you." Her palm weakly pushed at his chest. She knew it wasn't enough to push him off of her. He fell to her side anyway, taking deep breaths.

Her eyes drifted closed and she tried to collect her scrambled thoughts. She covered her eyes with her arm, slowing her breath. "I didn't mean to cum that quickly..." She groaned, ashamed of herself.

"That is how I know it was genuine." Ivar teased her clit with his fingers. She jerked away from his hand, shaking her head. She looked back to gauge his reaction. "Has no one ever..."

"They have but that was... different." Her cheeks redden as she scanned through her memories. No, no one had accidentally made her cum. She usually had to do it herself. A groan left her lips when he cleaned his fingers with his mouth. He carefully pulled off the condom, twisting then tying it in a knot.

"Good." He purred, pulling her by the waist back to him. His bare chest was still heaving with the need to catch his breath. "I don't want this to be the same as your other arrangements. Is it alright for me to hold you like this? I won't touch you again."

She relaxed in his arms. "For a minute."

He pulled her discarded robe over her body, wrapping her in it before holding her tight against him. "Only a minute." He reassured her.

His warmth radiated from him, soaking into her skin. She fought against the exhaustion that threatened her with sleep. She closed her eyes, shifting to avoid sleep. Cora's lips turned into a frown when she realized Ivar's breathing had turned rhythmic.

Her one dread when over with a session was having to wake her donor. It felt rude to leave without a word and even ruder to wake them. She sighed, shifting to face him. His eye lids fluttered open, only a second of awareness in them.

"I am sleeping here tonight. I do not expect the same from you." Ivar mumbled, voice laced with seductive sleep. "You can."

His hold on her loosened and he moved to lay on his back. She leaned forward, kissing him goodbye. "Next time." She lied, slipping off the bed and into the bathroom that she left her clothing in.

When she had cleaned off and redressed, she returned to the bedroom. She had dialed Tom to request the pick up, frowning that Ivar hadn't gotten under the blankets. With her phone on her shoulder, she nudged him.

Only his brows raised in response.

"Under the covers." She said before Tom answered. "No- not you, Tom. Please send a car to the hotel."

Ivar gave a half-laugh, swinging his legs over the side. She ended the call immediately and pushed back the covers. She retrieved a single-use wet wipe packet from her bag and placed it on the side table. "In case you want to clean up first."

"No. I want to wake up with the smell of you on me." Ivar slid under the covers, laying flat on his back.

Cora flushed, keeping a heated reply to herself. He surprised her tonight, brought excitement to a profession she had spent years in. Perhaps it was only the first time excitement.

"I'll see you later, Ivar. Sleep well."

#Ivar #ivar fanfiction #ivar lothbrok #vikings fanfic #ivar the boneless #ivar ragnarsson #a professional donation #adp

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spaceprincessem · 3 years

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Hale Appreciation Week Prompt: Hale Headcanons @haleweek

Okay, so just a few lil headcanons for Derek and Peter. See if you can figure out what they are :) (featuring sterek cause of course it does)

Cause you're a hard soul to save {With an ocean in my way}

“Isaac,” Malia growled, finger’s digging into the wood of the table sitting between them, “you need to vote.”

“No,” Isaac snarled in return, arms across his chest, “I’m not taking part in any of this.”

Malia’s biting retort died on her lips as Derek flashed her a warning look. She swallowed hard, jaw clenching as she rocked back on her heels, still glaring at the curly headed boy.

“Since Isaac is abstaining,” Lydia cut through the tension, “that leaves Peter and Derek.”

“Why does Peter get a vote?” Scott asked, wearily looking at the older man who was casually sitting on the spiral staircase looking rather at ease.

“Like it or not,” Peter grinned, all teeth, “I am part of this pack.”

“Barely,” Isaac murmured, before immediately going quiet as Malia fixed him with a murderous glare.

“So,” Lydia clicked her tongue impatiently, “what do you think, Peter?”

“The bite is a gift,” Peter shrugged nonchalantly, “and apparently our last hope.”

Kira ran a soothing hand over Scott’s back as he deflated, while Cora and Malia exchanged a small look of triumph. Lydia’s jaw was clenched, but she quickly rolled her shoulders, gaze moving towards Derek. The rest of the pack’s eyes followed. The steely silence made it feel like all of the air had been sucked out of the room. Derek’s palms were pressed against the table, leaning his weight forward, head dipped down as his claws embedded themselves into the wood. They could all hear it. The rapid pounding of his heart. The stench of doubt and fear was so heavy it felt like they were drowning in it.

“No,” Derek finally said, the answer hanging in the air like a death sentence, “I’m not giving Stiles the bite.”

A beat of silence. A sigh of relief and a disbelieving uproar.

“Get out,” Derek growled, stopping the buzzing arguments flying across the room like venom. When no one moved he pinned them with a commanding, crimson look, “I said get out.”

The pack slowly dispersed around him. Scott was the only one brave enough to reach out, a hand on Derek’s shoulder, a small, but sad smile curling against his lips, “Thank you, I know it’s the right decision.”

Derek gave a curt nod in return. He was surprised to see Peter still sitting on the staircase long after the others had gone. The look of disappointment etched in his uncle’s face made him feel inexplicably angry. Peter always had a knack for reducing him to a fifteen year old boy who didn’t know how to control his shift during the full moon.

“What?” He chewed out when Peter remained quiet.

“I didn’t say anything,” Peter replied, but he could hear the bitter bite beneath his uncle's words, the desire to start a fight.

“I’m not giving Stiles the bite,” Derek said again. He suddenly felt the need to defend himself as his uncle chuckled darkly.

“I heard you the first time, nephew,” Peter sneered.

“You don’t agree with my decision,” Derek pointed out flatly.

“Well, clearly,” Peter said as he got to his feet, “as I voted yes.” He sighed, brushing past Derek to head into the kitchen, “But you are the alpha, so I don’t think it matters what the rest of us wanted.”

Derek could hear the older man clinking through the glasses, the sound of liquid sloshing against emptiness before a bottle was carefully placed on the counter. Derek allowed his gaze to find his uncle leaning against the counter, slowly sipping from his nearly full glass.

“It was cute to let them think this was a democracy, though.” Peter added after a moment, swirling a few ice cubes into his drink.

“Stiles doesn’t want the bite,” Derek explained, that primal urge for someone to understand, “he never has.”

“You think your decision is about Stiles?” Peter asked, smiling meanly, “Here I thought it was about you.”

“Of course it’s about Stiles,” Derek huffed furiously, “you think he would be grateful if he woke up and was su—”

“Well,” Peter cut in, “it’s better than never waking up at all, isn’t it?”

Derek remained silent. But his face said it all.

“He’s been in this coma for what, two weeks now?” Peter asked as he sat his glass down, moving towards Derek with calculated steps, “You still think he’s going to magically wake up by some divine intervention?”

“I am not taking that choice away from him.” Derek argued, his chest heaving as he worked to keep himself calm.

“Are you scared he’s going to hate you if you do?” Peter asked, inching closer. “Or scared he won’t survive like Paige?”

“Why do you care so much?” Derek asked, feeling like he’d been thrown off balance.

“I’m just trying to understand why you wouldn’t do everything to save the person you love,” Peter replied simply, but there was an undercurrent of harshness to his tone.

“I am doing everything to save him!” Derek snapped, teeth bared and eyes flashing dangerously. “You and I both know Stiles wouldn’t want the bite to save him.”

There was heated silence between the Hales. Ice blue boring into grey-green.

“Stop making excuses, Derek.” Peter said, breathing out harshly through his nose, “It’s the only way to—”

“My answer is final,” Derek growled before turning on his heel to head back to the hospital.

“So,” Peter called at his retreating back, voice trembling with anger and saturated in sorrow, “you’re just going to let the last piece of Claudia Stilinski die in this god forsaken town?”

Derek froze. The stench of love lost burned hotly in his lungs. He swallowed down the sour taste of bile as he turned to face his uncle again. “Is that what this is about?” He asked quietly, “Preserving the only thing left of Claudia Stilinski?”

“You know it’s more than that,” Peter bit back.

“Is that why you offered Stiles the bite all those years ago?” Derek felt exhausted, like the revelation took more out of him than he could ever care to admit. “Because you took one look at him and saw someone that was never yours?”

“Talia could have saved her,” Peter’s voice was small now, his eyes far off in the distance, “but we can’t always get what we want.” His eyes were hard on Derek’s face now, a sneer pulling his lips up cruelly, “So, yeah, I looked into those amber eyes and saw the one person I would have done anything for.” He exhaled deeply, “Stiles is all that’s left of Claudia.”

“Stiles is his own person,” Derek replied softly, “and he should get to choose. You wanted to save Claudia by giving her the bite, but I’m going to save Stiles by keeping him human.”

“I wonder which version of losing him is going to hurt more,” Peter said with a vindictive smile, but Derek could see that his eyes were sad.

Derek didn’t say anything as he turned to leave Peter alone in the loft.

“Miss me, Sourwolf?” Stiles slurred, his half lidded eyes peeking up at the exhausted wolf with a mix of fondness and concern.

“More than you know,” Derek replied, threading his fingers through the cold, pale ones, before bringing them to his lips to gently kiss.

“Sorry I kept you waiting,” Stiles hummed, closing his eyes, until Derek’s too tight grip made him blink them open again.

“Sorry,” Derek replied sheepishly, “I just missed the color of your eyes.”

Stiles smiled, “You mean the most boring shade of brown?”

Derek shook his head, not knowing how he could explain that Stiles’ eyes reminded him of bottle honey. Warm and sticky sweet. Of coffee with too much cream or tiger’s eye gleaming in the sunlight. How could Derek describe that Stiles’ eyes were the shade of the earth beneath his feet when he ran through the preserve under the light of the full moon? When he catches Peter watching them from the doorway, face soft and shoulders sagging in relief he wonders if he could ever tell Stiles that the beautiful shade of amber was a window to a future that was stolen much too soon.

“Not to me,” Derek just says instead, leaning up to kiss him, “not to me.”

#sterek #teen wolf #derek hale #stiles stilinski #peter hale #haleofaweek #basically i headcanon derek wouldn't give stiles the bite without his consent no matter the circumstance #and that peter was in love with claudia and the reason he offered stiles the bite was to preserve that last little piece of her

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mass-effect-a-companions-react · 3 years

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Mornings Off

oh whats this? a post? How the ME:A romances wake up next to Ryder on a morning off

--- Liam - Liam likes lazy mornings. Days were he can just wake up next to Sara and relax. They usually wake up around the same time, pressing small kisses to each others faces with giggles and whispers. He prefers to have her sleep curled against his chest, one arm wrapped around her (even if it fell asleep ages ago) so that he can run his fingers along her arm while they talk about last nights dream “have i died in my sleep and gone to heaven? because surely your an angel” “its too early in the morning for pickup lines, Costa” “its never too early for pick up lines”

Cora - Cora wakes up first, laying on her back with Scott practically pressed on top of her. She never really could relax, even on days off. It was always an endeavor trying to wiggle out of his grasp without him waking up and he pouts like a puppy when he realizes shes gone. Normally Cora shoves a pillow in her place to keep him sedated and gives him a forehead kiss, before she does her morning routine and puts on a fresh pot of coffee, making it jsut the way he likes it and leaving the cup by the bed. By the time Scott even bothers to sit up she's already pressed, dressed and watering her plants. ”Im starting to think you love the plants more than me” ”good morning to you too, Scott. Did you sleep well?” ”yes i did. Thank you for the coffee, by the way” Peebee - Bold of you to assume PeeBee even gets up in the mornings on the days off. Shes a heavy sleeper, so she can and will sleep in any time she gets. (She sleeps alot to regain all that goblin energy)Ryder, bless their hearts, cannot escape PeeBee’s octopus grasp, as she raps herself around them and clings to their warmth, happily snoring until its nearly noon. When she actually does wake up, she still remains in bed for another 10 minutes and always jokingly calls ryder a weirdo for watching her sleep. please, please let go peebee, they really have to pee. “i know your awake. Come on babe, my legs are going numb” “snore” “did- did you just say snore instead of actually fake snoring?”

Jaal - Jaal tends sleep with Ryder on his chest, the skin to skin contact really does him in. He tends to be an early riser, though unlike cora hes content staying where he is. He watches them sleep, carefully running his thick fingers through their hair committing every detail to memory as if it were the last time he will see it. He just holds them until they wake up, giving them soft rapid fire kisses (that he totally doesn't use that as a tactic to wake them up early what are you talking about). Every time Ryder cracks open their eyes they are instantly met by his vivid blue ones, grinning at them as he nuzzles their face.

”Good morning my darling one” ”I swear if you ever wake me up in any other way i would never forgive you” ”*Chuckling* good to know” Vetra - Early riser by nature, and usually gets out of bed instantly , even if ryder is clinging to them. However, modern problems require modern solutions and she will literally carry ryder around while doing her morning routine and checking her logs for any supplies she has to pick up. Vetra is a busy body,even on days off and it isnt untill she’s resituated on the bed when ryder wakes up, pushing her data pad down and demanding kisses “ugh do you ever stop? Can i at least get my morning kiss before you start jumping into work?” “Not with that morning breath you’re not. Go brush your teeth.” “oh, so cruel to me”

Gil - Like PeeBee, gil tends to sleep in. Though not as late. He usually tends to take his time wake in up in increments, always ending with a big stretch and loud, obnoxious yawn before “gracefully” flopping back down on the bed full force, causing it to bounce a bit. Gil runs like furnace, so Scott usual has his arms rapped around him as soon as he sits up, nuzzling into his neck befoe the two go to do their morning routings together, constantly messing with each other as they do.

“Did you just give me a shaving crème moustache?” “you look ever handsome with it” “Scott i don't even shave. And i already have a great beard and mustache, thank you.”

Suvi- Suvi sleeps curled into Sara, and Sara complains the moment she rolls away from her. Suvi is a long time practicer of “late to bed, early to rise” often sliding in and out of of bed at the weirdest fucking hours. Though is alot more difficult on days off because ryder wraps around her like a vice grip, knowing that Suvi actually doesn't have anything to do and is forced to stay in bed jsut a little longer. Suvi can easily be convinced.

“Let go, Sara. I have some reports i need to go over in the lab.” “5 more minutes” “....You’re lucky you’re cute”

Reyes - Waking up next to Reyes was rare in itself, so you bet your ass Ryder is going to take advantage of it. Reyes wakes easily and normally slides away from Ryder without being seen or heard, leaving them feeling just a bit colder. But after things settle down, so does he, slowly but surely. If they ever do share the same bed, Reyes likes to sleep with his arms wrapped around Ryder, holding them close to convince himself that they are actually there. He always wakes up first, no matter what, and sits up with their head in his lap, letting them rest as he checks his omni tool, running one hand through their hair. “ Hmh- wait. Your still here?” “Dont sound so surprised to see me, amore” “Its a good kind of surprised, Reyes”

Bonus Evfra (i will never not be thirsty) - Like Vetra this man does not know the meaning of the words “a day off” and will rise with the sun in order to get to the resistance base. He wakes giving Ryder a kiss on the face before getting ready for the day, taking extra preparation to make them breakfast before he leaves and placing it on the nightstand as a form of apology, kissing them again before leaving. on the rare days Ryder actually does convince Evfra to stay in bed (usually after a long night of “passion”) he sleep on his stomach with ryder on his back (he likes to feel their weight, it grounds him) and he is content just lying there and listening to them breath with his eyes closed until they get up, placing g a kiss along his spine. “oh ho? what's this? a handsome stranger in my bed?” “Firstly this is my bed. Secondly, you just woke up how are you this annoying already?” “Good morning to you too, big blue.”

#Liam Costa #cora harper #PeeBee #jaal ama darav #vetra nyx #gil brodie #suvi anwar #reyes vidal #mass effect andromeda #mass effect romance #mod di #evfra de tershaav

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toraodwaterlaw · 3 years

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Heart to Heart

Part 1; Part 2 of a four part AU fic set just after Marineford.

1161 words, angst with eventual happy ending

“If there’s something you want to say, just come out with it.”

Law would have very much liked to nap but it was hard to do anything with Jinbe’s eyes painted on the side of his head for the past twenty minutes.

“It’s clear that Luffy-kun would not have survived if you hadn’t been here to care for him. Nor would I.”

Law raised an eyebrow. “I’m sure that’s not what’s been on your mind this whole time. What are you getting at?”

Jinbe got up from his seat at Straw Hat’s bedside. There was none of the shakiness of his earlier movements. He stood tall and strong, with his broad shoulders held wide. He was healing well. Law was pleased to see it, even as that returned vitality was being angled against him.

“I want to know what Doflamingo wants with us,” the Fishman said.

It wasn’t a question. Law only wished he could be so sure of his own motives as others were.

He crossed his arms and shrugged, the picture of nonchalance. “He doesn’t want anything.”

“I am thankful for what you’ve done but I know who you work for, Corazon. If he has anything planned—”

Something inside of Law snapped at the use of the title. He was used to it by now. It was how most of the world knew him. However, this action— this act of idiotic, shortsighted heroism— was his. If he was going to pay the price for it, he was damned well going to claim the credit.

He stood so suddenly that it made Jinbe slip into a defensive stance. Law ignored it. “He doesn’t want anything,” he repeated with a growl. “I’m not one of Doflamingo’s mindless puppets.”

Law’s fists were clenched tightly enough that his knuckles whitened beneath the brand of death on the base of his fingers. He could rip the Fishman apart with a gesture. If he wanted, he could even make it hurt.

Jinbe wasn’t cowed. “Then what do you want? I won’t allow Luffy-kun to be used and you’ll have to fight me if you have any ill intent.”

Law barked out a laugh, all the fight draining away. He was so tired. How many times would he have to answer this same question? He leaned back against the edge of Straw Hat’s bed. “If I wanted anything, I would have brought you both back to Dressrosa with me. I told you before, it was just a whim.”

Jinbe considered him with narrowed eyes. Law was ready to fight if he had to, but he hoped it wouldn’t come to that. Injured or not, Jinbe had been a Warlord. More than that, he was still Law’s patient for the moment. At his heart, he was a doctor. He didn’t like to kill, no matter what he might have been forced to do with that accursed title hung around his neck.

A sudden change in Straw Hat’s heart monitor instantly drew his attention away. At first it seemed the teenager was simply suffering through a particularly bad nightmare but then his eyes flew wide and he let out an ear piercing cry. He tore the monitors off himself with his blind thrashing. Law threw himself on top of the raging teen before he did more damage, either to himself or the valuable medical equipment.

“Ace!”

“Stay still,” Law said with a grunt. Weeks later and his energy still felt low from the intense operation. His size advantage was holding out for the moment but Straw Hat was really thrashing. “If you open up your wounds, you will die.”

It was about as useful as talking with a wall for all that Straw Hat listened. He continued to struggle and call out for his brother. Law got a couple of fists to his jaw for his efforts. His teeth clacked together and he tasted blood. Straw Hat wasn’t messing around. Thankfully, neither was Jinbe. He lent his own hands to the effort and held down the teen’s kicking legs.

“Ace! Where are you? Ace!”

There was an unseeing, feral madness to Straw Hat’s gaze. Law knew the look all too well, as he was certain he’d worn it himself a few times in his life. It was enough to awaken a twinge of sympathy. He knew the pain of losing a sibling, of seeing the life you knew go up in flames before you. Unfortunately, he hadn’t exactly coped with that loss and so couldn’t imagine what to say to ease the pain.

Even if he did, he didn’t have the chance. Despite both his and Jinbe’s best efforts, they were trying to contain an unruly mess of rubber limbs. Feet stretched and dented the metal walls. Arms were extended and wound around Law to flip him off and away. Law slammed first into the floor, knocking the air from his lungs, and then through the equipment set up around the room. He was vaguely aware of injuries blooming across his skin, of bloody gashes and bruised bones, but he was more focused on glass breaking and metal bending. At this rate, his medbay would be ruined.

Law summoned up a Room, let it grow until it extended well beyond the bounds of the sub, and dumped the three of them unceremoniously on the grass outside. As soon as they landed, Straw Hat retracted his limbs and launched himself through the barrier that had been set up around the bay. Law sat up and brushed grass off himself as he watched the raging teen disappear into the jungle.

For his part, Jinbe hesitated before running to give chase. Law nodded him on.

“Go on,” he said. “If Straw Hat-ya reopens those wounds, he will die. It’s as simple as that.”

“And you?”

“I’ve done everything I can for both of you. Any psychological damage is beyond my ability to fix. As for everything else, Straw Hat-ya just needs time and rest. He doesn’t need me here for that and I’m due back in Dressrosa. Overdue.”

Jinbe stared a moment longer as Straw Hat continued to rage in the distance. Law couldn’t begin to fathom what the former Warlord was thinking but then he nodded and hurried off toward the jungle. As soon as he was gone, Law started to check himself over for injuries. There was a gash along one of his arms and some broken glass digging into a shoulder. The blow to his jaw was going to result in a pretty monumental bruise but nothing too serious. He performed a scan just to be sure he wasn’t overlooking a concussion. The worst he found were a few bruised ribs. There was nothing to stop him from travelling back to Dressrosa.

Law sighed, whether from exhaustion or relief, even he couldn’t have said. His overwhelming thought at the moment was over. It was over and he could go back home. Not to the palace, but to Cora.

#one piece #trafalgar law #trafalgar d. water law #corazon!law #one piece au #jinbe #monkey d. luffy #luffy #fic

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atzsslut · 3 years

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Bask In Your Scent | fluff

Florence, 2020 with Jung Yuno

fluff : (as a writer, fuck the pandemic i am not writing abt smiling thru a mask so this is no pandemic 2020!), PLS Y/N AND YUNO ARE PAINFULLY CLUELESS HERE, english-speaking, reader owns a candle shop / jaehyun (yuno) owns a flower shop, florence is slightly romanticized (but it is very beautiful), slow burn, mutual pining, etc. ♡ 5.43k words

Florence. The roofs were all tiled with brown ceramic, the rays of sun reflecting entirely over the mountain to the buildings so close by. In the morning, it was incredibly serene. The cobblestone streets sounded with taps from your feet walking over from your shop to the one beside you—something you did every time the clock hit 8:00 AM. Or something he did every 8:00 AM. Sometimes you two met in the middle.

Let alone in November, the sun still came up over the cold weather, perfectly blanketing the city with a slight warmth despite the temperature being below freezing. Romantic, and yet no ounce of love was ever proclaimed between the two of you. Not that it was faraway.

Looking up to the sky, past the beautiful architecture that vastly lingered in every inch of the city, you admired the moving clouds. It reminded you of his favorite colour; white. You watched him through the glass doors of his shop, which was a similar size to yours. Breathing out, you pushed the door open with one hand.

"Benvenuti!" was what you heard the second you came into the shop, the usual 'welcome' that the boy yelled whenever he listened to the bell on the glass door ring.

"Yuno," you chuckled, "It's just me."

"Oh? You're later than usual," he interjected, knowing that you usually came at 8:00 O'Clock on the dot (and it was 8:45), "Good morning."

He wasn't looking to the door, as he was prepping a pot behind the counter, back facing the storefront. Typically, when you did come into the shop, Yuno was looking ahead and greeted you with a smile. His hair was a mess this time, and his apron, much more than usual, was dirtied with soil and water.

You were busy packing up the big order you had gotten to make hundreds of taper candles, hence your tardiness. Going to visit each other in the morning was something like brushing your teeth, normalized and constant; you both couldn't go without it.

"Are you busy? I can come back later," you suggested, holding the door, prepared to go out if you were a burden to him, "Because..."

He could tell that you were implying to his unkempt appearance. Yuno had gotten a last-minute order a week ago to prepare over a hundred small bouquets for a wedding ceremony. Since he owned the flower shop alone, he had stayed up to finish everything before the time due. Luckily for Yuno, you had come when he was doing the last one.

"No, no," he quickly denied, "Please, come in."

Shifting your feet, you closed the door and took gradual steps up to the counter where Yuno was, the shop relatively spacious as it was distributed with bloomed flowers and packaged seeds. Compared to your shop, Yuno's was just a tad brighter and looked the most beautiful during the day. As for you, yours looked mesmerizing when dawn came, the candles you made lighting the store.

Yuno had always relished your presence, even if it meant that he'd lose a few minutes from his morning to plant in the garden out back or prep flowers. Unbeknownst to one another, the redamancy you both had for each other was visible through the small acts done on a day-by-day basis.

Often enough, Yuno had provided you with flowers that were left over so you could make scented extracts and decoration for your candles. You were eternally grateful to him, as your candles wouldn't look as pretty as they did without his offerings. As for you to Yuno, you were the reason he never had a single plant put to waste, and you knew all of the best patisseries around. More than enough times, you'd brought him a different kind of pastry in the morning to wake him up.

Was it gratitude, or was it merely because two shop owners were all too scared to face their feelings?

"So, what do you have to do today?" you asked, pacing around the counter, never not in awe by how messily the flowers were organized, yet how lovely it was. Much to say the least, it was very Yuno-esque. Disordered yet still admirable.

"I have to drive these to the wedding in Villa Cora. You?"

"Wait, actually? You're going to Villa Cora?"

Yuno furrowed his eyebrows, not knowing that you had any business there as well. It seemed that the daily conversations you two had passed the topic of going to the same destination, both for different reasons, yet on the same day.

"Yeah, a hundred bouquets I told you about, those are for a wedding there."

"They hired me to make candles for their decor. I need to send it to them today by 10:00 AM. What time do you need to go?"

"When you came in, I was finishing up the last bouquet. And I've gotta be there pretty soon, by 9:30." Yuno said, hiding the fact of him having to be there the same time as you was bringing him some joy, "Would.. you like me to drive you there?"

"You want to go together?" it felt like rhetoric more than anything since you were well aware that the answer was 'yes.'

"Yes." Yuno was always poised about asking you things that seemed romantic or doing acts of service that could possibly be his love language, but you two had been each other's 'comfort people' for so long that it was impossible to tell.

"Besides, a little bit of company in the front seat never hurt anybody." Mostly if it was you, Yuno thought.

There was this charm about Yuno that always managed to fill the whole room. Despite his face, which was too handsome for you not to be caught staring, Yuno had a personality that matched yours like a puzzle. No, he wasn't perfect, and nor were you, but it was accepting that everything about him couldn't always be as poise as his appearance was how you fell for him. And him to you.

There were one too many favors that you both have done for one another that seemed to parallel. You both would come running to each other's shops if Yuno were to prick his finger with a thorn, or if you were to burn yours from hot wax. You both would be each other's noses when the other was having the flu to check if the flowers were right or if the extract in the candle wasn't pungent enough.

It seemed that your game of Tom & Jerry to gain each other's love continued to go on, albeit you two were already in love. Only painfully unaware of each other's doting.

"I just need to go upstairs first and change," Yuno said as he struggled to take his apron off. For the past three days, he barely took it off, and it seemed the knot tightened.

"Yu-" you bit your lip to hide your unmistakable laugh, "Yuno, come around here. I'll help you."

Hesitant, his footsteps were heavy on the ground, eyes refusing to look at yours as he walked to where you were. Since he was taller than you, whether it was by a lot or not, your hands went above eye-level to untie the knot.

He smelt of pure earth mixed with the slight fragrance of white roses and baby's breath flowers, but it was the pollen stuck in his hair that made your lips go from ear to ear. Adorable, you thought, seeing the little dots of yellow litter his dark hair.

Managing to untie the knot from both the neck and the waist tie, you tapped his shoulders to signal that you were done. Spinning his body 180 degrees, his eyes met with yours, and your breath hitched. Your eyes blinked profusely, shocked at the sudden gaze.

But it seemed impulsive when Yuno breathed in, taking in a scent that he never usually associated with you. Whenever you came into the shop, he never failed to pick up the signature scent that lingered whenever you were around; eucalyptus and chamomile. Yet somehow, this time around, you seemed to smell like nutmeg and neroli, maybe cinnamon too.

"Did..." he was reluctant to ask, in the fear he'd seem peculiar, "Did you get a new perfume?"

You were surprised by his question, shellshocked that he even noticed how the new concoctions you were making for your ordered candles completely overpowered your routine perfume. You tried to hold back the urge to grin, your teeth showing as you failed to do so.

"For the Villa Cora order," you welled up to him, "I guess what they asked for was rather strong. I'm... surprised you even noticed."

"It's like when you're used to seeing something every day. When it's not there and out of your site, you question its absence. It was odd for me to not get a routinely whiff of your usual perfume, Y/N." he admitted, only making you feel more lauded than before.

"Oh." was all you could spit out before Yuno awkwardly cleared his throat and wiped his hands on his apron.

He gestured towards the door behind the cashier, where the stairs that led up to his room were. The same structure adorned your shop, where the door behind the counter would lead to your home. Small, but nowhere near worn.

At this point, Yuno wasn't necessarily sure if his house was simply everything he asked for, or he was able to make it through with you around.

Not wanting to make you wait any longer, he ran up the stairs to rush to his room (to which you had heard every rushed stride, not that he knew). Indeed, you thought, a gentleman. Sometimes, Yuno gave you your daily dose of comedic relief, his actions bringing a laugh out of you until your stomach hurt. You wondered, does he feel the same?

Does she feel the same? He wondered the equivalent, this time as he was picking out which sweater to use this cold November. Since the one he was wearing previously was dirtied, despite his apron.

Yuno always wondered if it were a fate that brought you two together in Florence. He remembered the first day that he had gotten there two and a half years ago, the shop that remained vacant up until his moving boxes filled the room. The cost of living wasn't as expensive as he predicted, but he needed many things to change.

Unlike Connecticut and Seoul, Florence was just about perfect for allowing flowers to continually bloom. If it was too sunny, the architecture had a form of protection. Even if the weather changed, another plant species would simply replace another, filling Yuno's shop with a new flower.

As for you, you got there a week before Yuno did, your shop already entirely set from the way the candles were displayed at the storefront. Intrigued, he stepped into the shop to find you behind the cashier, only for you to be his only fluent friend in English. He had asked you why you kept all the candles in black glass, leading to a conversation that went on for three hours about flowers and candles.

To say the least, there was much more in common than what met the eye.

Since then, you two have always just been intertwined. Whether it was an invisible red string of fate, the reality was that destiny might be real for the two of you. If and when the love is proclaimed, that is.

Throwing his apron towards his bed, which then became dirty (assuming it wasn't already), he picked out a sweater in peach. Putting it on over his head, Yuno walked over to his bathroom and kicked the door open with his foot. Looking in the mirror, he took his chain out of the under of his sweater to make it visible, pushing his bangs back to fix his hair.

He looked at the time, seeing that it was precisely 9:00 AM already. A string of curses followed along his lips as he ran to his closet once again, grabbing his coat. Rushing downstairs, the same way he did before going upstairs, he was now met with you in a coat and a few other boxes.

He guessed that through the time he was upstairs, you'd grabbed your packages next door to not waste any more time. It was a good thing that he had loaded all except one of his boxes the night before, as he finished the last bouquet this morning.

"Ready to go, Jung?" you teased, using his last name to provoke him.

Yuno took his car keys from the drawer with a nod, clicking the button that turned on the truck outside. Packing in his last bouquet, you went ahead to the vehicle as you opened the door with your back while carrying one of the boxes you had. Setting it down on the street for a short second, you opened the trunk and placed the first one inside.

You weren't surprised by the numerous crates that were already inside the truck, knowing that Yuno didn't often get big orders, but when he did, it was the ones that caused the skin around his eyes to whither. The same went for you, most of the time having customers loyal to your shop rather than commercial purchases.

You still had about four boxes left to stuff into the trunk, absolutely exhausted from the constant melting and molding you had to do for taper candles. Much to your surprise, Yuno was carrying his own crate while carrying two of your boxes.

Racing over to him, you scolded him for doing that, knowing that a large number of candles carried substantial weight. He argued that he could do it, but you rebutted back, saying that it didn't matter. As you quickly finished packing up the things, shutting the back with a loud noise, you both got into the front seats by 9:05, driving away as the engine turned on.

"Did you stay up all night last night?" you broke the silence, fiddling with your bag that was on your lap.

"Yeah," his eyes didn't leave the road as he spoke, determined to drive exceptionally well in your presence, "Didn't you too?"

"Only to fill in the last batch into the molds. Meanwhile, you had to assemble all those flowers into those glass pots. Please tell me that you didn't break any."

"How... how did..." he remembered that you were his next-door neighbour in a way, and you had a knack of staying up late too. More or less, the chances of you hearing him accidentally break glass was heard.

"Yeah. How many did you break?" there was a slight pause, making you sigh out, "Be honest."

"Two..." he admitted, his gaze sticking to the road, not even sparing a glance at you out of embarrassment. You knew him so well.

There was a brief stillness before you began to laugh, trying not to as you clasped your hands on your mouth, mumbling out apologies in between each sound from amusement.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Is my suffering funny to you?"

"Yeah!" you said in between gasps of air.

"Y/N, don't make me talk about the time you were too impatient for the purple-coloured lavender wax to cool, and you ended up overheating the glass, and it broke."

"Hey!" you resisted, "At least it was ONE glass. It wasn't TWO like you did."

"Okay, but it takes a lot to break the thick glass you use for candles. Please Y/N, there is no argument here." Yuno glimpsed at the GPS, "Oh, we're almost there."

"What are you on about?" you giggled, "There is so much room for argument here, especially if we're talking about mishaps. I may be caught off guard sometimes, but no one can match how clumsy you are, Yuno."

"Well," he spoke as he took the turn up the hill to Villa Cora, "I cannot count the number of times I've seen you through my window, tripping on the cobblestone."

Although you were embarrassed, it was humorous that maybe you were more clumsy than you anticipated. Knowing well that Yuno was somebody who didn't only see the good sides of you, and yet he didn't judge you for them, it never failed to astonish you. After knowing him for quite a while, you knew that although Yuno was patient, he also had a side where frustration could take him over.

You've seen him angry, comforted him through sadness, and you've never thought of him as a bad person- not even once. You remembered when he snubbed you for the first time, finding out that you had gone on a date with the waiter who worked in a restaurant nearby. No, he wasn't mean or harsh, but the cold impression he left on you for a few days made you question his motives.

But you let it pass since you only said yes to the waiter because you wanted to stop thinking about Yuno. You always thought (and so did he), why risk ruining a dynamic that was already well set in stone?

"Are you going from the back too? I think that's where they collect mass orders," you asked, not knowing if Yuno would be going from the back towards the wedding's area.

"I'm going from the east entrance, straight to the venue." he answered, going straight to where you needed to be, "But, I'm pretty sure you'll need some help with those boxes, and I'll need help with the bouquets. We'll drop off yours first, then go to mine."

"Ooh! Smart, smart." you acknowledged, liking the fact you wouldn't be separated from Yuno at Villa Cora.

"As if I have ever been stupid." Yuno bickered.

"Mhm." you sarcastically agreed, unbuckling the seatbelt at the same time as him to get out of the truck.

Heading to the trunk, Yuno opened it and helped you take your things into the villa. After chattering about with the stock manager, who checked the boxes and assured everything was safe, you two were then given clear instructions on how to get to the wedding venue.

In the short drive there, you told Yuno how satisfied you felt to drop off the hundreds of taper candles you had made in a short period, not being able to count the number of times you had to put a pain relief patch on your neck from crouching too much.

"Yuno, it's fine," you said sternly, assuring that hard work came with a bit of pain, "I'm used to it, you know that-"

"Woah." you both said in unison, looking at how the venue looked from the outside. It seemed that Yuno's bouquets were the finishing touches, as everything was mostly set already. Like the colour of the flowers he had chosen, the decorations were white and gold, with a few turquoise touches.

Elegant and enchanting was how you could explain it.

You've always had a complicated relationship with weddings. You didn't know if you loved or hated them. You questioned the concept of loving somebody so much that the law had to be involved. Why couldn't the universe just let love be love and not need a marriage's social construct? Or registering your names into city hall to proclaim the marriage?

But at the same time, with the weddings you had gone to (which was your aunt's third wedding, your older brother's, and your eldest cousin), you were not in awe by the beauty of them.

And you've always had dreams of saying those "I do's" or vows with tears streaming down your face, your face not beaming from them but from your eternal happiness to be bound to the person who's it.

But as you were lost thought about weddings, it seemed that your body had acted on its own when you realized that Yuno had settled all the crates. You two were already in the venue, Yuno greeting the bride who apparently was friends with one of his friends.

"I really didn't know that!" Yuno exclaimed, "Oh, excuse me. This is my... friend, Y/N. She works at a candle shop beside me and just dropped off an order for the villa."

You always liked it when Yuno spoke Italian. Anyone in the world could say Spanish or French were the two most romantic languages, but you would oppose. When Yuno began to speak in the language you had to learn before coming to Florence, you began to feel lightheaded hearing how he sounded.

All too attractive for you to take in.

"Y/N! It's nice to meet you, I'm Sofia. I'm the bride for today's wedding!"

"It's very nice to meet you too. Everything is so beautiful," you then faced Sofia after looking around and shaking her hand, "You look wonderful."

"Thank you. Yuno tells me that you make candles. When my house is settled, and I come back from my honeymoon, I will definitely call you."

"Of course, I'd love to satisfy a new customer." you then looked at Yuno, who was standing by your left side, "Should we take care of the glass bouquets now?"

"Oh, of course, of course." he said, "Sofia, we'll set them up then leave right after. You said that the guests are coming soon?"

"What? You two don't have to leave so fast!" she exclaimed, "Some of my family members from another town suddenly can't come. I have a table that you two can settle in. Please, I insist."

You took a glance at yourself by facing down to your clothes, questioning if they were appropriate. Sofia argued that they were and said that it didn't matter. Although the wedding was set very extravagantly, she explained that her family came from "humble beginnings" and that they wouldn't care.

As time went on, you two were almost done setting all of the small glass pots, one on the center of each table. They were simple, but it made you happy to see a bit of Yuno in a grand place you couldn't believe was real. Associating white with the colour of Heaven was right when it could be used to define Yuno.

After all, he was your paradise.

"You did a great job, Yuno," you admitted, walking beside him to the table that Sofia had said was for you two, "Everything goes so well together, and you worked so hard."

"Thank you." the porcelain skin of his face, reddened, "And thank you to you for accompanying me."

"You should never say thank you when I'm around. The things I do aren't for 'thank you's. I do them because I want to." you shrugged, "Besides, spending time with you like this is nice."

"You don't get too tired of seeing me everyday?"

"No, of course not. I'm surprised you're not tired of seeing ME-"

"I would never be," he answered too quickly. He knew because he noticed, and by the way you looked at him with widened eyes told him so. Clearing his throat, hand scratching the back of his neck, Yuno then looked at you.

"I.. uh.." you paced awkwardly. You then saw people begin to fill the room, giving you an excuse, "I need to go to the bathroom and freshen up. I'll be right back. Okay?"

"Okay," he answered, his eyes not leaving you until you were out of his sight, "Fuck."

He muttered to himself swears, confused on why he had to be painfully apparent on today of all days. He was relieved to some extent that you weren't nonchalant and cold, but he also questioned certain things you said that could stay on his mind for hours.

Him not having to give thanks to you, you admitting you loved the time you spent with him, all those things lead to his question now; Are we just friends, or have we ever been since the first time we met?

Friends don't love him like you do.

Friends don't treat him like you do.

Friends, it was something you both didn't want to be. And it was clear. Yuno, not defeated but wearied from all the uncertainty, sighing in the wooden chair provided at the venue. You, washing your face with cold water in the villa bathroom, taking a breath in to realize that he had hesitated when he introduced you as just his 'friend.'

The night went on, admiring Yuno's bouquets displayed at the center of the round tables throughout the tall-ceiling room. You gave yourself some time when people started to come in to clean yourself up, not that you weren't well put already, but you were the only lady in casual wear. You felt a little bit shy, seeing the little kids who were in fancy, glittering dresses that made your nicely knit creme sweater to look shabby.

When you got back to Yuno, he was sat at the table alone, admiring the decorations on the walls. You couldn't help but let the fondness you had for him take over your expression. Although he was a simple man, he loved paying attention to the details that surrounded him. Even if that meant using a different sized chain for different types of clothing, his consideration of those kinds of things made him better.

Before he noticed you were there, you took the time to look around, which then automatically made you look forward towards the dance floor. Nearly all of the seats were empty, and crowds, as the bride and groom were dancing the center, had filled the space with excitement.

Your eyes drifted back then to Yuno, who had now noticed that you were back from the bathroom. He had his elbow on the seat, looking back at you with his signature smile. You didn't know what it was, maybe it was the flare from all the lights or the pollen that was previously stuck in his hair, but it seemed that golden specks were beginning to circle around him.

Your chest tightened as you silently came up to him, not knowing exactly what you were doing. Your body was impulsively moving on its own when you opened your palm to him and asked,

"Would you care for a dance?"

Your tone came off more as a joke, but you meant it all the same. It shouldn't be weird, right? You thought, this is what friends do. He stood up, taking your hand in his, immediately moving with a groove to the upbeat song. No, this doesn't seem weird at all, you thought again, as he waved your arms around with his.

Goofing around as if no one was looking, not that they were, this was the most fun you had had in weeks. Not that the mornings you spent with Yuno weren't lovely enough, or the time you met up with your friends wasn't great, but it seemed that both you and Yuno never got to spend a moment like this.

But as you two had your fun, every moment you two spent with each other got more and more agonizing. The uncertainty of seemingly never knowing that you two were absolutely in love with each other was consuming.

But tonight was different.

Tonight, when the MC announced the next song to be slow, both you and Yuno were breathless as you both had sat down for a break. In unison, you both looked towards the speakers when it began to play James Blake's rendition of 'The First Time I Ever Saw Your Face.'

"I love this song," you whispered. It reminded you of when you first met Yuno, coming into your shop with surface knowledge about Florence.

"Me too," he said back, your gaze meeting his.

Standing up once again, this time offering your hand in a more careful manner than before. For a bit of time, just for a bit, Yuno stared at your hand in doubt.

He didn't doubt that he wanted to dance with you because, God, you were the only person he'd like to dance to this song with. But wanted to know if this was real.

With your hand in his, as he took it, it seemed a bit odd at first. It was different from all the times you had touched his hand to bandage a small wound from a few rose thorns, and it was different from when you invited him to dance before. Unlike then, it felt more still. More intimate.

You only then noticed that it was just the two of you, not on the dance floor, near the end of the tables. Even the children were dancing with their parents, staying put to space. As it was a wedding, the focus was on the bride and groom. Barely any light emitted on you two, only the orange-toned lamps screwed into the wall structures being the only source of light.

Dark, yet it felt like home. Filled with warmth and reassurance.

Yuno spun your body with his hand, giggling when you dizzily caught yourself on his chest. Your right hand feeling the material of his sweater, the other hand interlaced with his. It seemed that the fun had faded, but not happiness. Nothing was heard from either of you except for the faltering breaths that both you and him let out.

As you tried to somewhat space yourself away from his chest, Yuno let go of your left hand and instead snaked his arm around your waist. Although much doubt came into his head if it was appropriate to do, he could tell that you weren't pulling away any time soon.

Maybe, if he was right, that meant something.

Unlike before, you had given up on separating yourself from him, laying your head against his chest. Now that your left hand had been let go off, it trembled as you brought it to his shoulder.

A surge suddenly ran through the both of you when the tips of your fingers accidentally brushed against the bare skin of his neck. It wasn't much, but you tried to blame it on his warm skin and your cold fingers. Knowing that wasn't true, you let out a shaky breath from your nostrils.

You felt like you wanted to cry when Yuno placed his chin on the top of your head, cupping your right hand in his. Once again, the same feeling came about when your skin touched his.

Something as simple as skin touching skin managed to make your heart palpitate, thankful he couldn't hear it. But as he couldn't listen to yours, you could listen to his. With your head against his chest, facing your intertwined hand in his, you counted the beats.

One-two ... one-two ... one-two ...

One-two .. one-two .. one-two.

It sped up, you thought. It made you wonder if you were making Yuno nervous; if you've ever made him nervous like this before. Maybe there was a reason you two never spent any nights together, often seeing each other in daylight that this was new.

New yet inviting.

"Do you hate it?" Yuno suddenly asked, feeling the vibrations against the shell of your ear when he spoke from his chest.

"Hate what?" you asked, not knowing what he was implying.

"This." he said, "Us."

You pulled away from him. He looked down at you, his eyes filled with questions, hope, anything, and everything, including love. Again, the same feeling of wanting to cry washed over you. You weren't disgusted, miserable, or disappointed. In the rare case that you were feeling one too many things, it seemed that you wanted to shed tears of joy.

This was it. You thought, He's it.

Is this it? He asked himself, Will she finally understand?

Your nose twitched, holding back with whatever strength you had left. For a split second, you averted your eyes to the crowd, then back to Yuno. The people’s appreances, the bride’s primarily, the venue, the flowers he had used, and they were all beautiful.

But at this moment, the two of you were the defining image of passion at a wedding that wasn't even yours.

Using a tone a tad higher than your usual voice, due to your attempt to not cry, you gave him the answer he had been waiting for two years. Well, not only him, but it was for both of you. For the sake that God, or whoever, whatever controlled the universe would finally let out a sigh of satisfaction when you answered,

"I could get used to this."

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