#Loose strands blowing softly in the wind

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burning desire

synopsis: you are a princess set to take the throne, fated to marry a man and continue the royal bloodline. until one fateful night you give into your desires of a beautifully mysterious stranger and your entire facade comes burning down.

cw warnings!: eventual smut, oral (r!receiving), fingering (r! receiving), makeshift strap usage (r!receiving), enemies to lovers? (kind of), light angst, no use of y/n, reader afab

3.7k words

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Loud music, sweaty bodies, tight corset poking and prodding at your delicate skin. It was nothing new. You'd been to plenty of these parties before. You had no problem putting on a fake smile and laughing politely at the endless array of insensitive jokes. Perhaps you'd reached your limit of the night. Perhaps you'd had a glass of wine too many.

Rosy cheeks, tight chest, short breaths. You fling open the back doors, rushing out of the hot, crowded ballroom. Immediately, the cool air hits you face, the gentle breeze caressing your cheeks. You close your eyes, taking a deep breath and letting the wind wash away your anxiety bubbling up inside your throat.

Pull yourself together. These people need you. The sooner you pick a man to marry, the sooner you can fulfill your duty to serve and protect the kingdom. This should be what you want. If Mom and Dad are happy, then I'll be happy. Just pick someo--

"All your many admirers too much for you to handle?"

You snaps your eyes open to meet the piercing gaze of a dark silhouette leaning against the doorframe behind you.

"The party was getting a little crowded, even for me," the woman stepped closer to her. "You okay, Princess?"

The stranger was wearing a loose white button up that leisurely hung to her slender build. It tucked lazily into her dark trousers, a pair of thin leather suspenders holding them in place. Her arms were crossed across her chest, a cocky smirk draped across her lips. The outfit was nothing remarkable, so to speak, but you couldn't help but wonder how it was possible for someone to hold themselves with such confidence with such few words. The woman's hair auburn hair was tangled into a sloppy bun, a small strand tucked behind her ear. Soft freckles grew across her nose and cheeks and those piercing green eyes bore into you.

You look down at the cobblestone and softly nod your head. "Yes, thank you. I apologize if I alarmed you."

The mysterious woman chuckled and bowed below the princess, catching her gaze.

"With all due respect, Your Majesty, you are a terrible liar."

You let out a soft laugh and straightened your composure. The stranger silently smiled, lighting a cigarette held between her long fingers. You watch as the woman wrapped her lips around it, inhaling the smoke into her lungs. She tilted her head back, letting the smoke escape into the night sky, scattering into the space between them. She reached out her arm, offering the cigarette to you. 

"I promise I won't tell," the woman insisted. You shake your head.

The woman shrugged and took a long drag from the cigarette. "That's fine, you don't have to. But I still want to know what drove Her Perfectness to run away from her own party."

You let out a small laugh and turned to face the woman. "I'm not perfect."

The woman shrugged, blowing another puff of smoke into the air. "I dunno, Princess, the people never have anything bad to say about you or your family. Everyone loves you--hell, there's a whole castle filled with men that would do anything--and I mean anything--to have the chance to talk to you, let alone marry you! Yet you're out here, all alone, looking absolutely miserable."

You look up at the star freckled sky and sigh. "Maybe... this just isn't what I want."

"To rule the kingdom?" The woman pressed.

You shake your head. "No, that's not it. I love this nation, these people are my home. I would be honoured to serve over them. It's what I've been raised for. I've been working so hard to prove myself worthy. But...I just don't see why in order to do that I need to be married."

The woman blew out another puff of smoke before turning to you. "Why not?"

You chuckle and shake her head again. "Why do I need to be married in order to rule the nation? It's not like they have trained their entire lives for this. I can do it on my own, I shouldn't need someone else in order to prove I am worthy."

"Interesting," the stranger noted. "Miss Perfect Princess doesn't want to be loved."

You scoff in response. "I never said that. Of course I want to be loved. Every girl dreams of being loved. But this...I don't want this..."

You stand in shock for a moment, realizing you had just told a complete stranger your most guarded thoughts. The panic began to settle back in and you nervously fumble with her frills.

"I-I didn't mean--"

"Sure you didn't."

Your eyebrows furrow. "N-no I'm serious. There are some very fine--!"

"I'm sure there are."

You were now becoming increasingly irritated. "Excuse me, but as the future--!"

"Ah, but not current." The woman smirked, her green eyes glistening in the moonlight.

You huff. "I'll have you know, I do want to find a husband. I'll do whatever it takes to prove myself worthy."

"But not for the right reasons." The woman wobbly bowed before you yet again. "Enjoy your party, Your Majesty." She mocked.

You rolled her eyes and opened the door to return inside.

"Oh, but if you get bored again," the woman called after her, "come look for Ellie."

Slam!

You stormed inside as she heard the woman's chuckles echo in her mind.

Who the fuck does she think she is? She doesn't know me. I'm having a good time. I can find a perfectly fine suitor. Just watch me.

You were fuming with anger, but pushed it deep within, as you try to converse and get to know the many men who were interested in your hand tonight. But as you dance and laugh and chat among the crowd, your heart wasn't fully in it. And you know this. You can't submerge yourself in your last task of proving yourself because your mind was distracted. You felt like you were being watched, like your dirty little secret was not at all hidden, and everyone could see through your lies.

The night drew darker and darker, and you still could not find a man worthy of becoming your king. But that didn't stop your determination. You insisted on throwing party after party, as you was not done looking for the right one. But as each party came to an end, you felt as if she was losing more and more progress.

On the night of the sixth party, you had locked herself in your chamber, stalling your first appearance. The guests were under the impression you were still getting ready as they familiarized themselves with the beautiful decor and delicious foods. But in reality, you were pacing your room, trying to get that woman off your mind.

Her plump lips that formed into that degrading smirk. Her rebellious look and nature--at first you thought the obsession was fascination, and then jealousy. But she realized that's not what it was at all, not even in the slightest. You groaned, quickly scribbling out a note you wished you'd never have to craft.

Ellie,

You were right.

Taking a deep breath, you emerged from your room, leaving the note on one of the many refreshment tables and walked to the party, with almost a sense of relief.

Tonight, you were wearing a silky pink ballgown, with a corset that lifted your chest and hugged your curves, just as you'd hoped Ellie's greedy eyes would devour from across the ballroom.

You spent all night dancing and laughing and drinking, and you felt almost liberated. Your cheeks were tinted pink, partly from the alcohol, but partly from the fun of finally being at peace with yourself. You felt as if there was this golden aura around you, radiating warmth throughout the ballroom.

As you continued to laugh and dance, you look up on to the balcony to see the dark silhouette pressed against a pillar, arms crossed, with that familiar smirk plastered across her face.

You bite her lip and then politely excused herself from your guests, before quietly, but urgently, rushing upstairs to your room. 

As if on queue, you lock the door and hear a gentle tap against the window. You slide the pane open to be met with none other than those same piercing eyes.

"Hey, Princess."

You move aside so Ellie could climb inside.

Closing the window behind her, Ellie leaned against the dresser, crossing her arms, her eyes scanning across every inch of your body.

"You sure this is what you want?" Ellie pressed, her eyes meeting yours soft, doe eyes.

You take a step forward.

"Yes."

"Because this could seriously fuck up your future, Princess. And there sure as hell isn't a capable enough leader to rule this nation. So don't go throwing all this away for nothing."

"You came for a reason," You counter. "You're right, there isn't anyone as capable as I am, so you should know damn well I am more than capable to make this decision." You took another step toward Ellie. "I'm tired of pretending to be someone I'm not. I don't want to hide who I am anymore. I think I owe it to this kingdom and myself to start being open and honest about who I am. And the truth is, no, I don't want a husband because I don't want a man. I don't want a man to love me, I want you, Ellie."

Ellie stood there in shock for a split second before her cocky smirk perked itself right back on her face. She scoops you up into her arms, pinning you against the wall behind you. Your breath catches in your throat as you stare down at her striking gaze.

"I'd love to hear you moan my name tonight." Ellie whispered right before you collided.

You wrapped her legs around Ellie’s waist as your lips crashed. You began running her fingers through Ellie’s hair, as Ellie had her hands planted firmly on your waist. She tasted sweet, like cinnamon sugar.

Your heart was pounding with adrenaline. You'd been waiting for this for so long, and couldn't contain your excitement anymore. A soft gasp pressed through your lips as Ellie began kissing down your neck.

"How about you, Princess?" Ellie questioned between kisses. "How would you like me to call you? Your Highness? Your Majesty? Queen?"

"Y-you don't know my name?" You managed to breathe out.

Ellie chuckled against your skin, causing you to tighten your legs together.

"I know your name, beautiful," Ellie gently began to suck on your soft skin, causing a quiet moan to erupt from you. "Would you like me to call you that?"

You bite your lip and nod.

Smirking again, Ellie’s kisses began to trail lower, making her way to your collarbone. Mumbling your name between kisses, she began nipping at your skin. "How beautiful and fitting for my queen..." Nimble fingers crawled their way up your corset, gently tugging at the delicate laces. "But such a mouthful..." 

Ellie mouth was left agape momentarily as your dress slipped off your chest to reveal your perky breasts on display for her. Cool air bit at your nipples, hardened and on display, practically taunting Ellie.

She smirked. "Such a mouthful..." she mumbled, licking her lips. Ellie slipped a finger past your underwear and inside you, causing a gasp to release itself from your lips again.

Ellie curled her finger inside you, slowly pumping in and out. "Don't worry, baby. I'll take good care of you," she soothed, as pleasure jolted through your veins.

Ellie reconnected their lips and slowly increased her pace as you moan into her mouth. Ellie chuckled, adding another finger, causing you to start gently tugging Ellie’s hair.

"That feel good, Princess?" Ellie mumbled against her lips.

You gasped for air, break the kiss momentarily. "More," she demanded, before reconnecting the kiss.

Ellie continued to pump her fingers inside your velvety core, curling them up to scratch those insatiable needs. You slipped her tongue past Ellie’s lips, tangling them together, trying to close the distance between you two.

Ellie could feel your growing hunger and inserted another finger into you, increasing the pace again. You shake your head and break the kiss again. "Ellie. I need more."

With one swift movement, Ellie set you on the dresser. Tugging and pulling at the fabric, Ellie was left in nothing but her undergarments. She reached over to grab a mancipium, a makeshift dick. Ellie reaches for a rope before you tightly grip her wrist. She raises a sceptical eyebrow before you slide off the dresser.

Rummaging through your drawers, you retrieve strips of long silk used to adorn your hair. Sinking to your knees, you wrap the fabric across her hips, securing the toy in place. Ellie watches from above, that fucking smirk back on her lips.

"You ready, Princess?" Ellie carefully positions herself between your legs once the toy sits snuggly above her pelvis.

You nod eagerly, wrapping your legs around Ellie’s waist.

Ellie lined up the tip with your entrance, slowly sliding it in.

"I'm going to guide you through this, okay?" Ellie looked up at you, your eyes squeezed shut.

"C-can you go slow?" You plead.

Ellie gently kissed your lips. "Of course, Princess."

She began slowly pumping herself in and out of you, watching your face quickly contort from worry to pleasure, as a symphony of quiet whimpers began to fill Ellie’s ears. Ellie began to slowly increase the pace as she monitored your reactions to the adjustments she made. Your whimpers quickly turn into moans as Ellie begins to leave soft kisses on your neck.

As much as you enjoyed being spoiled, you couldn't help but feel as if something was missing. As much as you were craving her own pleasure, you were also craving Ellie’s pleasure. You open her eyes and looked to see Ellie staring at your chest, bouncing in her face, as if teasing her.

"Touch me," you less instructed, and more permitted, Ellie. Without hesitating, Ellie dropped her head, her mouth attaching to your warm breast, moaning into the skin.

"Mmm, fuck," Ellie began slowly and softly sucking on your nipple. Her mouth greedily sucked at the supple skin while her tongue moved to explore every crevice it could possibly reach, which caused your moans to get louder.

Ellie silenced you by connecting their lips. "Listen, Princess, as heavenly as your moans are, they're going to get us into trouble,"

You giggle against her lips. "Sorry," you breathed, moaning back into Ellie’s mouth.

Ellie chuckled and continued to pump the slick in and out of you. But your hunger grew stronger and stronger, and soon, you began craving more.

You pulled away from Ellie again. "Bed," you ordered. "I want to ride you."

Ellie was in no position to argue and immediately sat herself on your bed, leaning back on her forearms.

You straddled Ellie as she squeezed her eyes shut, trying to adjust to the new depth she felt within her.

Ellie immediately sat up, holding on to your waist. "You okay?" There was worry in her voice.

You nodded, holding on to Ellie’e hands. "Yeah, it's just--so deep."

Ellie chuckled and rubbed small circles on your hips. "Would you like me to help you?"

You hesitated before nodding. "Please."

Ellie slowly and gently guided you up and down on her, watching as your face began slowly relaxing and adjusting to the constant pace. You began softly moaning and slightly increased the pace you were moving on Ellie. To match your needs, Ellie began adjusting her pace accordingly.

As you began moving on her own, grinding her hips down into Ellie as if trying to scratch an itch she couldn't reach, you noticed Ellie biting her lips and staring at your bouncing chest, yet again.

You smirked and leaned down to Ellie’s ear. 

"I give you permission, Ellie."

Ellie took your breast into her mouth, swirling her tongue around the nipple, as you moaned in confirmation.

"Fuck, you even taste expensive," Ellie moaned before switching to the other breast. "How lucky am I?"

You giggled and shook her head, bouncing harder up and down on Ellie. Ellie watched insatiably as you rode her up and down, becoming more and more comfortable trying to find her own pleasure.

"That's my girl," Ellie praised. You kept moaning, allowing yourself to feel every new sensation she was discovering.

"Nothing brings me more satisfaction than seeing how much pleasure Miss. Perfect Princess is experiencing from getting fucked by some troublesome woman who is no good for her," Ellie smirked, as she leaned back and watched your eyes roll back in pleasure as you used Ellie to come closer to her climax. "But I will say, part of me is still caught in this selfish desire to taste you."

You shake your head. "But you already have been."

Ellie chuckled, whispering into your ear, "I meant all of you."

Your cheeks flush bright red as you stop moving, only for Ellie to wink and begin moving you again.

Ellie continued to hit your sweet spot, causing you to erupt into an ocean of moans as she sucked on your breasts, moving you up and down at a constant pace.

"Ellie…~" Y/n moaned, over and over again, forgetting every name except of the woman who had been on your mind for weeks.

"Fuck, baby, you're going to make me wet if you keep saying my name like that." Ellie hissed, greedy hands groping the plush skin of your ass.

You throw your head back in pleasure, Ellie's repeated pace thrusting against your sweet spot.

Ellie licked her lips, kissing all over your chest. "You have no idea how crazy you drive me," she breathed, as your moans drew louder and louder.

"I mean, come on now, look at how excited you are for me," Ellie swept your hair to the side. "I wish one day to taste every last bit of you."

You leaned her head back, biting her lip. The constant penetration of that sweet spot, Ellie’s words painting delicious pictures in your mind--Your desire began to grow stronger and stronger yet again.

"What's stopping you?" You challenged.

Ellie lifted you up and gently place you on the bed, spreading your legs for her own pleasure. The sudden cold air made you gasp as those thin fingers dug into your thighs.

"Oh, baby, you're such a mess," Ellie inched her face painfully slow towards you. "Let me clean you up."

Ellie dipped her head and let her tongue swipe up your folds. You threw her head back in excitement.

"So much fucking better than I've dreamed," Ellie muttered, before reaching her tongue deep inside you.

You arched her back, drowning in pleasure. "El--oh my god!" You moaned, gently gripping Ellie’s hair.

Ellie chuckled, sending vibrations through Y/n, who erupted into even more moans. Ellie moved up to begin swirling her tongue around your excited clit, moving it up and down over it, feeling it from every possible angle, trying to get you to make every possible sound.

The more hungrily and passionately Ellie ate you out, the fuzzier your mind became. There was only one thing you could possibly focus on.

"Ellie! Oh--Ellie... Fuckkk Ellie~" You hissed, only fuelling Ellie’s desires even further.

You became increasingly loud as your moans filled the room. But you didn't care if anyone heard them. All that mattered was how fucking good you felt letting go of your worries and putting your own needs first for once. If you were to marry someone, that would be the kind of person you'd want. Someone who can help you put your own desires first every once in a while. Who can break down your walls while still making you feel safe.

Your legs began quaking as you neared your finish.

"You're close, I can feel it," Ellie mumbled, before divulging her tongue into your warm, inviting opening yet again. "Come on, baby, let me taste every last bit of you. I want you to finish all over me, darling."

Your toes curled, feeling the pit in your stomach getting tighter and tighter.

Ellie’s tongue continued reaching every hidden part of you, exploring and devouring every nook and cranny inside that royal pussy.

With one last moan, you felt herself releasing all that pent up stress and frustration all at once. As the rope snapped, Ellie moaned softly, licking up every last drop of the sticky nectar you left over her face.

You breathed heavily, ears ringing as the room spun around you. Ellie slid your underwear back up your legs and wrapped you in a blanket.

"Hey, Princess," Ellie smiled warmly, "how ya feelin'?"

You let out a breath of disbelief. 

Ellie chuckled, kissing your forehead and sitting up.

You frowned and sat up in response. "Where are you going?"

"I'm sorry, Princess, but you and I both know I ought to get going."

You shook her head. "Please, stay."

Ellie frowned and shook her head. "I can't, and you know it."

"I don't want to be with anyone else." You pleaded. "Ellie, you've known it since the night we met, it's always been you. I don't care what my family says, Ellie, I want you--"

"Your Majesty," Ellie snapped, "you know we can't."

You both stared at the floor in silence. You fought against the tears pricking your eyes, the lump scratching your throat, and sinking feeling in your gut.

"Look," Ellie spoke again, "I'm glad I was able to be the one who helped you discover this part of yourself you'd buried deep inside you. Believe me, I had my fun, but this kingdom, it needs you. And you know it. We can never be together, they won't allow it. Don't throw away everyone's future for me."

You let the tears flow down your face, watching as the salty drops hit the polished floors.

"Please, say something."

You kept staring at the ground, motionless.

"Please, Princess..."

You looked up at Ellie, teary eyed. "Please just stay the night." You manage.

Ellie sighed. "You'll make a great queen. I know it." Ellie kissed your temple one last time and you watch in sorrow as Ellie turned back into a stranger from the shadows.

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[jaegersdevil]

midnight confessions - eren jaeger [canon divergence]

"Can't you see that I've fallen for you? That I've been in love with you for the past 6 years?"

You stare at Eren dumbfounded, jaw slack and tears collecting in the corners of your eyes. Loose strands of hair blow in front of his face, but before you can push them away, he does it himself.

His confession came out of nowhere, and frankly, you weren't expecting him to yell it, either. His voice still echoes in the back streets of Marley.

Eren looks at you expectantly, like he believes you're capable of an answer. With red cheeks, he shakes his head gently. "But it's too late, isn't it?"

His voice is a whisper, but you want to tell him everything; that you do love him, that it's not too late to stop whatever keeps him up at night, and not too late to fall in love with the one person you've always wanted.

"Eren."

You reach for him, fingertips grazing his shoulders as he steps back. Eren doesn't meet your eyes, scrunching up his face before he turns around.

You call his name again, but he doesn't listen, walking down the street, away from the restaurant.

Looking up at the moon, you curse. It was either now or you'd lose him forever, and you'd be damned if you let that happen.

"I love you, too, you idiot!"

Your tall best friend freezes. The autumn air howls around you, and besides the melody of the band inside and a few teenagers laughing on the main street, it's silent.

Eren turns his head to the side and mumbles your name before sighing. "I need to go."

As if you got the wind knocked out of you, you gasp, tears pouring down your cheeks as you walk toward him. "No."

He steps to face you, eyes red with agony and green eyes swimming with grief. Eren grasps your forearms as you go to hit his chest with the little energy you have left - you knew this was coming, you all had.

"Why tell me you love me then?" You shout, voice breaking. "Why tell me and then leave?"

Eren looks at the stars. "I couldn't live with myself if I didn't tell you."

You scoff, and try to remove your arms from his hands. "Please don't go," You beg, basking in the feeling of his skin on yours for one last time. "We can fix this! No matter what it is."

Eren shook his head, thumbs rubbing circles on your pulse points. "I have to do this."

Not knowing what he's talking about, you panic. "Please," You cry. "What's going on, Eren?"

"I can't tell you, but just know it's all for you," He nods toward the restaurant. "And them."

"Why?" You ask.

"Because you're important to me, and I'd do everything to protect you," He sniffles, tears collecting on his chin. "I love you more than anything else."

You frown and close your eyes. With a burning throat, you nod and lower your arms, but Eren's grip never wavers.

"Do you promise to come back to me? After you've done what you need to?" You whisper, knowing you'd have to let him go.

Eren whines softly at your question, chest heavy with misery. His eyes flicker with doubt and suffering, and it takes everything in him not to tell you he won't be back. "I promise."

And with that, you shake your head, stand taller and push his hands off you. "Go then. I'll see you 'round."

Eren's jaw drops in disbelief, and he grapples with your hands, but you won't hold him any longer. "Hey-"

You get the strength to push his chest this time, and when you do, he stumbles, though you know he could've stopped if he wanted to.

"Go!"

It's quiet for a few moments, but then Eren wipes at his cheeks and nods. "I'll see you soon."

And when you walk back into the restaurant, eyes heavy and sniffling, everybody knows Eren up and left. Now, it was just a matter of when he would return and preparing for the worst.

part 2

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[writingmysanity]

Until somebody loves you...

Shanks x fem!reader

prompt: Orange

TW: None, shanks is goofy and slightly insufferable. What else is new?

A/N: this is the second installment of the #rainbowdrabblechallenge. I am late, so please excuse me. life and my brain got in the way. but this had to be written for Shanks. This one is for you @deny-the-issue enjoy your love. <3

Song I listened to while writing this!! "You're nobody 'til somebody loves you" by Dean Martin

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The distant hum of music catches the captain's attention. Finally handing his post over to his first mate, who waves him off, Shanks follows the tune with curiosity. 

He finds you in the Galley, swaying to the music coming from the old record player in the corner. He can't help but smile, leaning against the door as he watches you, listening to you hum along to your mother’s old records. The static-y sound the closest thing you have to comfort, more than anything else back home on dry land. 

He swears there is no one more ethereal than you, completely unaware of your captive audience. Drenched in the orange light of the fading sun, your sleeves are rolled up, slightly damp from the water sloshing up the sides of the tub you're currently bent over. Scrubbing away at the day's dishes, you sing along to the song currently playing. Pausing in your task, you lift your arm from the water to wipe some loose strands of hair from your face, messy and whipped from the wind on the deck not too long earlier. He cant help the smile on his face when you smile in spite of yourself, the lyrics rolling off your lips in earnest. 

“You may be king, you may possess the world and its gold…” you sing softly, the smooth tune carrying on the wind that blows through the open windows. Without thinking, his voice joins yours, the warm baritone melding with your voice seamlessly as he strolls to your side. you don't startle at his sudden presence, allowing him to tug you away from your task.

You don't bother with chastising him about pulling you from your chore. The smile on his face enough to make any words fizzle away as he tugs you closer. Automatically, your arms wind around his neck, neither of you minding the water dripping from your hands. He continues to hum along to the song, spinning you around as his arm settles around your waist, earning a squeal. He grins at the happiness pouring from you, your laughter echoing through the Galley.

Slowly, he spins you out before bringing you back to his chest, meeting your eyes. Sighing happily, you rest in his hold. Laying your head on his shoulder, his voice continues in a whisper, the soothing sound settling around you like the warmth from the mid day sun.

"You're nobody 'til somebody loves you... so find yourself somebody to love..."

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[thegoblinboy]

based on this fantastic post I decided to make my own post for it as well because I most likely have nothing ready for today besides this lmao

Eddie’s hair shines loosely against his shoulders and against his forehead, with loose strands that fall into his mouth no matter how many times he brushes them back with his fingers. It’s frustrating, constantly sticking his tongue out with a light flush to his cheeks to pull one tiny strand of hair out.

Water droplets falling down from his eyelashes finding their way home in the dip of his collarbones. The river water barely brushed up against his hips, pushing its way past him and reminding him that the world was in fact still moving around them. Not frozen in time as he stares at the prettiest boy alive.

Scratch that, the prettiest thing in the entire universe with his hairy chest, wide nervous eyes, the deep v-line above his swim shorts and most importantly the scar that connected the king with the freak.

That connection runs deep as Eddie stays planted in his spot. Refusing to let his own discomfort remove his attention from Steve’s. Pulling on an invisible string wrapped around the other boy, tugging him deeper and deeper into the cold dark water. Watching the other's reactions to make sure he didn’t push him too far, only seeing light amusement in the other's eyes as he, for the numerous time pulls a strand of hair out of his mouth.

“You know I do have hair ties in the van?” Steve says with a deep chuckle. Hands staying on the surface of the water as he moves forward, fingers tapping the water gently causing soft ripples to dance out into the night.

“Yeah, yeah - now come on big boy come to daddy,” Eddie grins, knowing that his personality can flow freely with the other. Not afraid to be himself, knowing that whatever they had going on right now was keeping him warm in the cold night.

“Oh shut up-” Steve laughs, nose scrunching up a bit as he takes another slow step. Losing his balance and nearly stumbling face-first in the water. Water splashes as his limbs fight to regain balance, gagging as he moves his foot away from the area that had mushier sand. His heart races as his anxiety and the hairs on his arms stick up. His hands shake against the water as his breathing picks up. Nearly drowning in the memories of Watergate. Only to be forcefully pulled out by Eddie, whose hands land gently against his shoulders.

Body moving so close that Steve could feel his body heat, the other rings causing pink goosebumps to form where ever they touch. Eyes hazy and distant only to refocus when the others hand find its way to the right side of his face. Grounding him, being his rock but not drowning him in the deep river.

“Do you need to get out?” Eddie asks softly, voice deep and raspy. Steve can see another strand of hair falling forward and landing in his mouth again as he spoke. Curls move around the night sky as the wind hits them both. Tempting to blow the foundation that the two have built over the past few months. Eddie acts unfazed by the wind, by the strand of hair that tickled the back of his throat. To focused on the other to care.

Eyes flickering down at the other's mouth, he moves his thumb and gently pulls the strand of hair out for the other. Before looking back up at the other with a soft smile. Eyes beginning to sparkle brighter than the stars above as he shakes his head no. Words dying in his lungs, unable to move up to his throat and be spoken. So much and not enough was happening all at once as their eyes meet. He, for the first time in a long time, was drowning in something other than fear. Something new and exciting as it lights his lungs aflame and nips his veins with electricity that bleeds out into this moment. Spreading its way to Eddie causing an intense fog to wrap itself around both of their heads.

Eddie moves his hands down off from the other's shoulders. Carefully wrapping themselves around the other's wrists, sliding down to tangle their fingers together as he slowly starts to back up. Static pumps its way to Steves rambling brain as he begins to move forward, his eyes landing back down on the other's rosy lips. Knowing exactly what he wants, willing to walk through his biggest fear for it. Letting Eddie pull him in deeper, literally and figuratively. It was like he was under a spell as the water brushes against his chest. The deepest he has gone since the night he got pulled down watergate. He would celebrate, and yell for all to hear but he thinks he knows that Eddie was going to reward him with something better.

They both take shaky breaths, unable to function normally when they were this close to each other. Eddie finally stops when the waterline is up underneath their armpits. Eye contact never breaking as he smiles brighter than the moon. Moving his hands from the others, sliding them up, and feeling the way the other shivers. Both their faces moving closer and closer as Eddie’s hands hold the others back. Pulling the other closer into his orbit as they blink slowly. His right-hand moves up to the other's hair experimentally, the water from between his fingers getting the other's hair damp for the first time that night. Rings loosely tangling themselves in the small tail on the back of the other's neck.

Eddie felt like he needed to get on his toes, even though they were the same height. He doesn’t. Instead, he leans back and pulls the other closer as he feels his hair float in the dark water. Pulling the other closer and closer, watching the other tilt his head gently as their lips brush for the first time. There aren’t fireworks, but there is a home that is slowly starting to build. One that Eddie knows will keep him safe for the rest of their days.

Lips collide, gentle and skimming to make sure this was fine. Trying to understand what the other wanted, no what the other needed. And what they needed was to be closer. Impossibly close to the point they were one entity.

The string finally snaps as Steve pushes himself against the other harder, deeper into the water as he kisses Eddie like he was the oxygen he breathed. A soft giggle leaving one of them as their teeth hit against each other, letting themselves learn and keep going as Eddie’s hand moves back down against the other's back.

Allowing the other to push him deeper and deeper. Truth be told Eddie wants the other to drown him with his love, like this for the rest of their life’s. Allowing the other to take all of him for what felt like seconds.

Pulling back, lungs burn as foreheads stick together. Arms wrapped around each other, Steve’s finding their way down to hold the trim of the other's shorts. Pulling the other as close as possible. The realization that like that night on the boat, when he was dragged into the water his life was changed forever. This time for the better as he cant help but hold a loopy smile on his face.

“I did it.” He breathes out as if he has been holding his breath the entire time since Watergate. Smiling grows on his face as he keeps his eyes closed. Not needing to look at the other to know Eddie’s facial expression matched his own. Even with the other in front of him, he could see him behind his eyelids.

“You did, you fucking kicked waters ass Stevie,”

im really positive that this is my first time writing Steddie kissing lmao

#steddie #stranger things #eddie munson #steve harrington #steve x eddie #bxb #steveharrington #steveddie #eddie stranger things #steve and eddie #first kiss #steddies first kiss #steve still holds a lot of trauma with the water #Eddie tries to help him the best he can #I am so proud of this ngl #soft steddie

[imhereforscm]

"Between the tall bushes"

Genre: fluff

Pairing: Tauxolouve × reader

Warnings: none

For the fluffbruary event (@fluffbruary )

A/N: Tauxy is here for today's prompt😚💕 One day..... I'll make a NSFW version of it👀

Prompts: camera | lush | beau (Day 4/2024)

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You breathed in deeply, the intoxicating scents of the flowers swaying around your nose, along with the gentle and warm breeze. "How lovely."

"Yeah," Tauxolouve wrapped an arm around your waist and his dark eyes traveled about the lush gardens that spread out before you, as if offering themselves to the two of you, from the top of the hill you stood. "it's beautiful. I thought you were just being poetic when you said human cameras can't quite capture such beauty."

You placed your hand upon his own, on your hip and followed his line of sight far away into the golden horizon, that blanketed this broad and seemingly endless ballroom of nature.

"Let's go, shall we?" He suggested, his white shirt blowing in the wind, along with his beige pants, his dark hair tickling his cheekbones. He stared at you, his irises capturing the sunlight, keeping it prisoner, just like your heart.

You smiled softly, your gaze analyzing his facial features like the finest painting. A painting, which revealed different things to you, each time you'd look upon it. You raised a hand to his face and your fingers reached out towards his lips, brushing away a strand of his hair the wind sent there.

He smiled and a shadow settled over his cupid's bow, his lips grazing your finger. They were soft and their pinkish color was inviting you to test just how much darker they could get. "My little lady, what are you doing, tempting me like this?"

Blood rushed to your head and tugged the corners of your lips upwards, into a smile that made your cheeks hurt in a manner that gave life and will to the butterflies in your stomach.

Your beau enveloped your hand with his and closed his eyes, his lips touching the knuckles softly and tenderly. "Come on, let's go in the gardens." The volume of his voice fell and a sweet shiver ran down your spine, an almost teenage excitement rising within your stomach, at his intimate whisper. "Between the tall bushes, we can kiss to our hearts' content."

Your hair swayed in the warm atmosphere, your clothes winkling slightly as well, as you two descended down the path between the trees, which led to a spot that seemed out of this reality.

Tall and healthy bushes stood on either side of you and formed a labyrinth, filled with a new scent in every corner. There were also the occasional wooden signs, helping the visitors find their way back, but you didn't care for those right now. You wanted to get lost. You wanted to loose everything and everything to loose you as well, as you embraced each other between the scents of the lavender bellflowers, that wrapped all around your bodies like silky ribbons.

Tauxolouve's hands encircled your waist and pulled you close, your front coming in contact with his. He leaned in and his kiss tasted sweet, your eyes closed as his tongue caressed your own. He smiled into the kiss and it enticed you to do the same, this pleasant movement of his lips against yours contagious. "My little lady," He said, speaking in a low voice against your ear, as he kept you close to his chest. "all those flowers and yet your scent is the most enchanting."

#scm #star crossed myth #scm tauxolouve #fanfic scm #scm fanfic

[just-a-tiny-goldfish]

“In the nicest way possible it’s absolute shit”

“That wasn’t nice at all” you smile regardless.

“I was being honest” there’s a mocking tilt to her tone you don’t understand. It makes you uncomfortable. You clutch your forearms tightly in the warmth of your jacket sleeves.

“Anathema liked it.” Was really happy to see it too. She even gave you a tiny umbrella to place on top. Blue with the smallest bright red flowers, how did they paint such tiny details on there, you can see each petal. A tiny brush? They were adorable. You almost didn’t put it on your castle, wanted to keep it safe with you.

“She said it was really good” you keep your own tone neutral, still unsure how to respond.

“Then she was lying straight to your face” she huffs, messing with her hair. It keeps blowing back into her face, getting in her mouth—her eyes. No hair tie, just a too small butterfly clip that keeps slipping, too much hair for the poor thing to handle.

You inch closer to her, loose hair strands tickle your cheek. It hurts a little with each strong gust of salty wind.

Anathema wasn’t lying.

You would know. So, if Anathema was telling you the truth— then Julia must be the liar here. It’s the only option.

This is the best sand castle on the beach.

Nevermind that it’s the only one.

“It’s my first one” you feel weird admitting that. You shouldn’t need to — admit it, that is. It being a good sandcastle and all, and her obviously lying — but you feel like you should give her an excuse anyway.

“Ha! Well that explains it”

She goes over and kneels down. You follow feeling strangely protective of your castle.

After Anathemas compliments you wanted to show it off.

Now you're not so sure you want anyone but you around it.

“Anathema liked it…” you’ve already said that, no real use repeating yourself. It’s quieter this time around.

“Just cause she likes it doesn’t make it good”

You think that’s exactly what it means.

There’s a slight mist when she speaks now. The sun is nowhere in sight but you know it’s still there the clouds are still light gray.

You blow hot air out and sure enough yours mists too. Just the same as hers.

You kneel down next to her. The sand is cold. You keep your hands in your sleeves. You can feel the goosebumps climbing up your arm.

“Let see…”

You watch as she grabs handfuls of your castle. You tense. Her palms are slightly red, fingers stiff. It crumbles easily. Domino like. Your jaw goes tight.

So does hers.

“I haven’t built one in a while…” another chunk crumbles. “It’s a little hard without tools” she’s glaring down at the sand in her hand.

You know she’ll complain about sand in her ports later. She’ll be expecting you to help, you’re not planning on sticking around here again tonight.

“Blueprints” you supply. Shuffle closer on your knees, no need to be careful anymore. The castles gone.

“No. We need a bucket and a shovel, burra” she turns over to you and grins, hands you the tiny blue umbrella with its tiny pink flowers.

You knit your eyebrows down at it, hesitate in slipping your hands out of your warm sleeves but the need to grab the little thing is too great.

You take it, the air is cold on your hands. But not as cold as her hands, you pull back quickly.

Examining the umbrella. It doesn't open right anymore. It’s got a broken stick on the inside. You stare at it for a good while, you can hear Julia’s soft and low cursing in the background.

Pocketing it. You watch as Julia continues to grab at the sand. Piles of it but nothings forming. She gets rougher and rougher but it’s counterproductive. You see the frustration build as she worries her lip, cheeks going red from more than just the cold air. She turns to you a few times, almost expectantly.

You don’t offer to help.

Instead you softly thumb the umbrella's paper canopy in your pocket.

Eventually there’s a crack as sand flies, you watch small little white-blue residual currents dance on the surface of her hands. The air feels fuzzy.

You crawl over on your knees, she doesn’t look up even as you throw an arm around her shoulder, stretch and lean yourself over her, cheek squished firmly to her cooled soft hair. Thankfully the wind has settled.

It’s dark now. The light gray is gone, there’s a red tint in the sky.

She stands up eventually, you stumble back a bit. Almost fall. She shakes herself off and helps you onto your own feet.

The walk back to the rest of the hotel isn’t quiet. She’s going on and on about one thing or the other.

You can’t concentrate on it. You keep palming the umbrella in your hand. You’ve snapped a few more of the tiny sticks, they’re sharp against your palm.

When you finally get back to the hotel, Julia hesitates.

Which is more than fine by you. There’s more than just Anathema and Chen in there. A whole flurry of hero’s you didn’t care to learn anything about. It’s too cold to be out here. But you spent the day at the beach anyways. The rest spent it inside.

It’s fine. You like the beach.

You don’t realize Julia’s moved until she places a hand on your shoulder pulling you into her, a tight but comfortable hug.

Her breath is hot in your hair when she mumbles quietly, lips pressed to your temple “it’s the sand here, it sucks…it’s mostly garbage anyways. I’ll take you to a nice beach one day. One you can actually swim in and build a good castle” when you separate she’s still close enough her breath feels almost wet on your forehead. You both stair at each other. She looks at you…expectingly. You feel a shiver go through you, and it’s definitely not the cold.

You turn and open the door.

Inside you and Julia quickly part ways.

You catch Anathema's eye in a corner. She’s alone. She looks relieved as she waves you over. You crush the remains of the umbrella in your pocket, swear you feel a splinter dug itself into your thumb.

“Hey! Did you get to show Julia your sandcastle?”

“It’s gone now” it comes out too fast to stop it. You swear you can feel your cheeks heat in embarrassment.

“Oh, did the waves take it back? I thought you built it far away enough”

You shrug. Think about lying and saying yes.

“Julia said it wasn’t good” you tell her the truth.

“She said that?” Her eyes narrow briefly, an unimpressed frown taking over her features.

You nod.

“Don’t believe a word she says. She’s too full of herself, absolutely full of shit. I’ve seen her make sandcastles, they always suck” she’s smiling at you now. And you can’t help but let a small smile of your own emerge.

She puts an arm around you. She’s warm and you lean against her.

“Next time, show Chen first. He can at least keep his standing, he would have appreciated it. Julia’s too impatient, hers always fall”

#orellia becerra #this one will go in ao3 when I’m not lazy

[urfavstargirl1]

I'll Be Home for Christmas - an e.m. series

Part 3: There Is a Light That Never Goes Out

Summary: After years of separation, Y/N and Eddie have the heart to heart they need to move on from the past and into the future together

cw: set in 1992, mentions of sex, mentions of making out, semi-religious trauma (mostly just mentions of catholic guilt), angst, second chance romance, best friends to lovers, latina!fem!reader,

word count: 6k

a/n: perhaps this chapter was a bit unhinged, but admittedly it was very therapeutic to write. Time really does heal all wounds and looking back on the past can make a lot of sense of what was once a very confusing time in one's life. p.s. chapter loosely based off The Smith's songs by the same name

Part 1, Part 2

“Sorry? What do you have to be sorry for?”

I peer into those big brown eyes of his I always loved. And there’s no sense of remorse in them. No regret or resentment. Just love.

“Eddie, I feel horrible. All this time I’ve been away, I was trying to hide. I don’t know if I was trying to hide from my family or you. Maybe both? But I’m sorry I wasn’t there. I never should have left things the way I did.”

“Hey, it’s okay. We’re here now. That’s all that matters.”

“But, it’s not okay. It wasn’t okay that I walked away. It wasn’t okay that I never called. God, I was such a coward.”

“A coward? What are you talking about?”

“It’s just like you said, back then, I always fought for other people. Hell, now, I fight for people for a living. But when it came down to it, I backed down from the most important fight of my life.”

Eddie frowns at me and I look away.

“It’s one of the biggest mistakes I’ve ever made in my life. Every day, I regret not fighting for what mattered, and for that, I’m truly sorry.”

I pause for a moment, before a wave of emotion overcomes me. I feel it bubble up in my chest and explode out of me in the form of searing tears.

The tears start streaming down my face, and then I look at Eddie and he looks like he might do the same. It’s enough to let the dam burst. 

I wrap my arms around his neck and start bawling into his chest. Heaving sobs and hot wet tears come out of me. Eddie holds me tight, but I can hear the small sniffles that come out of him and feel the convulsions in his muscles as he lets out a few tears too.

“Shh,” he shushes as he rubs his hand along my back. “It’s okay.”

It’s not okay, but I’m still too wracked with tears to say anything. I keep sobbing and sobbing till it all comes out of me, and Eddie graciously lets me. He doesn’t say a word, but holds me tight and kisses the top of my head. 

When the tears start running out, and I finally have a moment to catch my breath, I focus on slowing my breath as I clutch tightly into Eddie’s shirt.

When I’m finally composed, I pull back slightly and look up into his eyes, sparkling like the stars above us. He smiles softly at me.

“Do you wanna know why I called you? Why I invited you to come out with us tonight?”

I look at him dumbfounded. I’ve only been wondering since the moment I got here.

“Because you haven’t been home in almost five years. And now you’re back. You’re like Hailey’s comet, who knows when any of us will ever see you again?”

I laugh and roll my eyes at him.

“I missed you, sweetheart,” he whispers and I fight back the tears threatening to spill out again. 

I clutch him tightly and breathe him in, feeling the warmth of his body on mine. As the wind blows, I shiver against him.

“Hey,” he pulls away and looks at me, searching my eyes, “Let’s get out of here.”

“And go where?”

“Back to my place?”

“Your place,” I ask curiously.

“Yeah,” he smiles

“Like the trailer?”

“No, not the trailer,” he laughs. “Move out of there a while back. I was thinking we could go back to my apartment.”

“Your apartment,” I coo and twirl a strand of his hair around my finger, “Looks like somebody’s all grown up.”

He rolls his eyes and smiles. He pulls away from me and slides off the car. “C’mon, let’s go.”

He helps me off the car and opens the passenger door for me to get in. He gets in through the other side and starts the car, letting it warm up before pulling out and heading back onto the main road.

I admire his side profile as he drives. His shoulders are softened and his features are relaxed. His hair got a little messy from laying on the car. And he looks out on the road with concentration. 

It’s so different from the Eddie I knew as a kid.

The one who constantly was on edge and had to look over his shoulder. Had a visible clench to his jaw and grimace to his features when he wasn’t playing D&D or guitar.

And yet driving in his car feels more like home than anything. It did then and still does now.

“What?” Eddie smiles at me from the corner of his eye.

“What,” I giggle.

“I can feel you staring at me,” he returns his gaze to the road, navigating streets I’ve never been down.

“Well, you’re feeling… wrong,” I lie, failing to come up with a clever comeback.

“Very compelling argument Ms. Y/L/N,” he teases and I scoff.

We continue the ride in a comfortable silence as we pull up to his apartment complex. We climb out of the car and I follow him up the stairs to the second floor. He fumbles in his pockets for the keys and pulls them out, inserting it into the lock.

I’ve been in this situation many times before. Going home with a boy, that exciting anticipation of arriving at his apartment and opening the door, not knowing what lies ahead. But I never thought I’d have that experience with Eddie.

I never thought I would see such a mature and independent side to Eddie, but I have to admit, I love it. 

He opens the door, and gestures for me to enter first. I smile and step through. He turns on the lights and I scan my surroundings. It’s small, but not that much bigger than my own place back in New York.

There’s guitars, magazines and cassette tapes spread throughout the couch and a pile of mail on the table. Maturity and independence aside, it seems Eddie is still the messy one in our relationship.

“Sorry about the mess, maid took the week off,” Eddie says as he takes off his jacket and hangs it on the chair in the dining area.

“Man, are you ever gonna retire that joke,” I tease him as I shrug off my own jacket.

“When it stops being funny, yeah. Do you want something to drink?” He asks as he enters the kitchen.

“Sure.”

He opens the fridge, “Let’s see, we’ve got beer, coke, water…”

“Uh,” I hesitate, not really in the mood for either of those things.

“I can make you a cup of tea if you like?” He asks as he closes the fridge door.

“Yeah, I’d like that,” I smile at him. My heart warms at the feeling of blissful domesticity with him. 

He makes us both cups of tea and guides me over to the couch.

“Here, hold this,” he hands me his mug and haphazardly moves the clutter of things on the sofa over to the dining room table.

As we move over to sit on the couch, he asks, “Do you want to watch tv?”

I look at him incredulously, “Eddie, it’s like two in the morning, nothings on.”

“I know, but I could put on a movie or something. Just got the VHS for Candyman.”

“Candyman? No thanks, but I’d actually like to fall asleep tonight.”

“Aw, c’mon, you still a scaredy cat sweetheart?”

I roll my eyes as I tuck my legs under me and glare at Eddie. “I’m not a scaredy cat Eddie. I’m just not in the mood for a scary movie. If it were Halloween that’d be a different story. But it’s Christmastime, you know?”

“Well, I don't have any Christmas movies. Still working on my movie collection. My buddy Steve, the one you met earlier tonight, actually works at the Family Video in town. He’s always giving me a discount so I usually end up renting most of the time.”

“Oh, that’s ok. We don’t even have to watch anything, honestly. I’m just happy to be here with you,” I comment off-handedly. 

“Yeah?” Eddie wraps an arm around the top of the sofa and smiles at me.

“Yeah. Otherwise, I’d definitely be repulsed by the overflowing garbage,” I look pointedly at the overflowing trash can by the kitchen.

“Fuck, I knew I was forgetting something,” he whines. He gets up and I grab his hand and pull him back down.

“I’m just kidding, you can do it later,” I laugh and take a sip of the warm tea.

“God, you just love busting my balls don’t you?”

“Never gets old,” I chuckle.

He smiles at me and takes a sip from his own mug. It’s the old Garfield one I remembered from his days at Uncle Wayne’s trailer.

“So, what are you doing for Christmas?”

Eddie runs a hand through his hair, “Uh, I don’t know.”

“You don’t know? Tomorrow’s Christmas Eve!”

“Yeah I know, I just don’t really have anything planned.”

“What do you mean? Is Uncle Wayne not doing something for Christmas?”

“No, him and Helen are going on a cruise this year.”

“A cruise?”

“Yeah, something about how the tickets were cheaper this time of year.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah, they leave tomorrow. Headed off to the Caribbean for ten days.”

“Oh man! Well, I’m sure they’re gonna have a ton of fun.”

“Oh, for sure. The old man deserves it.”

“Yes he does. But still, aren’t any of your friends doing something?”

“Uh, Nancy usually spends the holiday with her folks. And Steve and Robin usually join her since they’re not really close with their own families anymore.”

“Oh,” is all I can seem to mutter. I wonder why they don’t talk to their families anymore, but it seems a bit too invasive to actually ask.

“But, uh, there is one place I could go.” Eddie hints at me but it goes over my head.

“Oh, where?”

“Um, Alex, actually invited me over to your grandma’s place.”

My eyes pop out of their sockets, “He did?”

 “Yeah, said there’d be lots of food and people, so the more the merrier type of thing.”

“Oh,” I mumble, trying to imagine Eddie over at my grandma’s house, meeting all of my family members.

“I told him I appreciated the invitation, but didn’t know if it’d be such a good idea,” He says cautiously as he looks into my eyes.

“You did?”

“Yeah, thought it might be a good idea to run it by you first.” He’s still searching in my eyes and I turn away, afraid of what he might find.

Eddie Munson at a family gathering. At my family’s gathering. With every relative I have. Who will all be asking questions. Where we won’t be able to hide.

“I kinda figured you wouldn’t be too keen on the idea,” he says in reluctant understanding.

“No, Eddie,” I place a hand on his and look at our limbs touching. “I’m just…”

“Nervous,” he asks. I look up at him and nod.

“I’d love to have you over for Christmas. I think it would be great for you to be part of a big family gathering like that. But it’s my family we’re talking about. All eyes are gonna be on you, you realize that right?”

“I don’t mind,” he shrugs.

I frown. I almost wish he did.

“So far, only my parents, siblings, and Alex know about us. But if my family sees how comfortable I am with you, it won’t be long before they do too.”

“And what’s wrong with that,” Eddie asks, genuinely curious.

“I… Eddie, my family is really nosy. They want to know everything about everybody. The good and the bad. But I, I like my privacy. I don’t want them to know.”

“Would it be so bad if they did?”

“Yeah,” I scoff.

“And why’s that?”

“Because… It’s embarrassing. And, I don’t know, I thought I could avoid having to show them that side of myself for a while. Frankly, I wasn’t ever going to bring a boy home unless we were already married.”

“Oh! Wow, I mean, what if I just go as Alex’s friend? That wouldn’t be a big deal, right?”

“Yeah, but then what? Am I just supposed to act like I’m meeting you for the first time? I can’t do that. It’ll be obvious that we know each other and that we’re pretty close.”

“We’ll just tell them we were friends in high school.”

I huff in frustration. “Even if we did, I just know my parents are gonna say something and everyone will find out and-and–”

I inhale deeply, stopping myself from spiraling down the imaginary scenario of my family discovering one of my deepest darkest secrets. Even though it’s been years, My heart beats rapidly like it was just yesterday.

“Hey,” Eddie says softly and reaches forward to caress my arm. “I don’t have to go. Not if it’s going to make you worked up like this.”

“No, Eddie. I want you to go. I would love for you to be a part of this. I just have this weird feeling that-that something bad is gonna happen. Like everyone is saying they’re fine with this, but when the moment arrives, no ones actually gonna be fine with this.”

“I don’t understand. Is this about your parents?”

I shrug and tilt my head, “Partially.”

He pauses for a moment and then cautiously says, “You know, maybe it's time to forgive them.”

“What? Forgive my parents?”

“Yeah,” he brings one shoulder up to his ear. “I know I did. Don’t get me wrong, I hated their guts for a long time. Just like all the teachers and people from school who judged me. But the reality was, they had a point. I didn’t deserve you. And there was a lot of stuff I had to work out within myself before I ever could. Even now, I don’t know if I’m quite worthy of a woman like you, but I’m a lot closer than I used to be.”

“Eddie,” I whisper, and squeeze his hand. I never thought I’d ever hear him say something like that. 

I inhale and set my now empty mug on the side table next to the couch.

“Can I tell you something?”

Eddie nods, running his thumb over my hand. I look down at his fingers, preparing to finally let it all come out.

“You know, for a long time, I tried to forget about it all, just leave it in the past. But it kept coming up and getting in the way of my relationships. And at a certain point, I had no choice but to face the fact that I had a problem. 

For so long, I had felt like the day that my parents found out about us was one of the worst days of my life. And it wasn’t just the fact that they didn’t want me to be with you, it was the fact that they made me feel guilty for doing something that made me happy and like I was a bad daughter for disobeying them. 

You see, in my family, and in our culture, it's a really big deal to respect your elders. What they say is pretty much law. And for my parents, all they wanted was for me to live the American dream. They wanted me to go to college, get a good job, get married then have kids. 

Anything less was unacceptable. 

It was a lot of pressure. And as I got older, I started to question and even defy some of those expectations. To my parents, I was abandoning our way of life. And the day they found out about you and I was no different. 

But when college acceptance season came around, everything changed. For once, I no longer felt guilty about wanting something. I got into my dream school on a full ride scholarship and finally had the chance to get out of this town, out of their house.

But my parents' vision of the American Dream didn’t include having their eldest daughter move hundreds of miles away. So we spent weeks fighting about it and trying to convince them to let me go. 

I begged and pleaded that it was my dream. That if I couldn’t have you, then I wanted to at least have the chance to go where I wanted for school. 

After some convincing, they agreed, you know, because it was already paid for and an opportunity that would bring me closer to their definition of success, but a win is still a win.

It was the first time I ever stood up to them. The first time I ever really felt like I had fought for myself and was victorious. I was filled with a joy that brought light back into my eyes, but in the back of my mind I still felt angry. 

Like it shouldn’t have taken that much to earn some respect and independence from my parents. And this definitely shouldn’t have been the moment I first learned to fight for myself. It should’ve been the moment they tried to keep us apart. Because maybe if I had learned to fight then, maybe things could’ve ended up differently. 

I thought I could let the anger subside because in a weird way, it was like the defeat I felt from having our relationship taken away from me is what gave me the courage to fight for what I wanted thereafter. Like I couldn’t live with myself if I didn’t fight for what I wanted after losing you.

But that anger never really left me. The anger and resentment are still here, deep in my heart. I know it’s been years, and I’m in a much better place now, but something about being back here makes me feel like all of that goes away. Like I’m seventeen again. Like anything I ever loved could just be taken from me again.”

Eddie squeezes my hand and nods in understanding. He looks me in the eye and sees. Like he sees me for who I am, all the thoughts, feelings, and experiences I’ve ever had, and still loves me.

“Can I tell you something too?”

I nod. He breathes in and exhales, “You know, for a long time, I was really mad too. At you. Your parents. Hell, even my parents. I was just mad at the world. 

I mean, you know how hard things were for me growing up. But, at least I had you. You were one of the only things that got me through it all. And when I lost you, it was hard all over again. 

I could stand not being enough for your parents, but knowing I wasn’t enough for you anymore killed me.

I was lost for a really long time. I made a lot of mistakes. I did a lot of things I’m not proud of. But then I realized it was time to finally face the music and grow the fuck up. So I did. I did what I had to do to step up and take care of my uncle, take care of myself.

I got a job. I met your cousin. Brought the band back to life. Pretty soon, I had it all. I had a stable living situation, people that cared about me, and a sense of freedom I never expected to have in Hawkins. But when I’d lie in bed at night, I always felt like something was missing. It took me a while to figure out what it was, but in reality, it was you. 

I wanted you back in my life. And I’d do anything to have you back, even if that meant giving up any feelings of anger or resentment I had towards you or your parents.  

I heard about what happened to your grandpa earlier this year. From what I heard, your folks were crushed you couldn’t make it out for that. 

But from that point on, I promised myself that if you were ever to come back to Hawkins again, I had to see you, or at least try.”

“Eddie,” I lean forward and place a hand on his chest.

“I’m sorry too. I’m sorry I was too blind with anger to see how important you were to me. I’m sorry I let my insecurities get in the way. I know we can’t wipe the slate clean, but I want to find a way to move forward, together.”

I look into his eyes and there’s a fullness to them. A warmth I’ve never seen before.

“As for your family, I can’t promise nothing bad will happen, but if something bad does happen, I know you’ll be strong enough to handle it and you’ll have me by your side to handle it with you.”

And it’s in this moment that I realize just how much Eddie has matured. How much he’s evolved. In fact, he’s more evolved than I am. He wants to work things out. He’s learned from his past and wants to bring me into his future. 

I never thought this moment would come. If Eddie can throw away the old chip on his shoulder, maybe I can too. All it’s doing is weighing me down.

All of a sudden, the thought of running away or hiding from it all feels so futile, childish. 

For so many years, I thought that nothing would ever get better. That just like this old town or their old house, nothing about my parents could change. 

But just as I’m getting older and wiser, maybe they are too. Maybe my parents aren’t the same people they were back then. 

I can’t change the past, but maybe I can make a change from this moment on. 

“Eddie, I want you to come home for Christmas with me.”

“What?”

“I want you to come over to celebrate Christmas with my family and me.”

“Are you sure?”

“You’re right. It’s time we move past this. Start a new chapter.”

“You really want to?”

“Yeah,” I grin at him. “It won’t be easy, but with you by my side, I think I can do it.”

“That’s great,” he roars and places his mug down before tackling me in a bear hug.

I shriek from the force of his body pushing me down the seat of the couch, causing me to lay down as he falls on top of me. I giggle from the soft hairs on his head tickling my skin. 

“Eddie,” I squeal as I try and fail to push him off me. He softens his limbs and lays on top of me, letting the weight of his now much more muscular body drape on top of mine.

“Can’t breathe,” I pretend to whisper hoarsely. I close my eyes and bring the back of my hand to my forehead.

“Poor baby,” Eddie teasingly coos as he gingerly brushes stray hairs away from my forehead.

“Eddie, seriously. You’re too fit for your own good now,” I whine as I place my palms along his chest.

“What,” he laughs and scrunches his face at me.

I run my fingertips along his back. I start in the middle and slowly make my way up to his shoulders, “See this? This was not here when we were kids.”

“Oh,” Eddie props himself up on his elbows and looks at me shyly, “Yeah, uh, our cousin sorta got me into working out.”

“Working out? You?”

“Yeah, yeah, don’t act so surprised. Apparently Alex played football in high school and wanted to find a new gym buddy when he moved to Hawkins. Sorta took me under his wing.”

“Interesting,” I comment as I feel my way around his flexed arm muscles, squeezing the various pockets of flesh still warm to the touch.

“Do you… like it?” He asks amusedly.

“I don’t know,” I admit as I avoid his gaze. “I guess I do. But I also liked how you were back then too.”

“I see,” he replies contentedly, studying my movements. I continue to feel around his torso, almost studying his body, noting which parts have changed and which have stayed the same since I last saw him. 

Eddie silently watches me till my fingers find their way to his neck and fall comfortably over his cheeks.

“Hi,” Eddie whispers as he looks down from my hands to my face.

“Hi,” I shyly whisper back.

I admire the crinkles by his eyes as he smiles, which haven’t changed a bit. But the light freckles on his nose are new. His light eyebrows are just like I remembered. The slope of his nose is a bit more hardened. The skin of his cheek is slightly more taut. But the curve of his lips and brightness of his smile are just like they always were: beautiful. 

“I can’t believe how long you’ve been away. You really deprived me of seeing this gorgeous face,” Eddie taunts me as he brings a hand to push my cheeks together.

“Shut up,” I grumble and swat his hand away.

Eddie chuckles and brings a finger up to trace my features. They’re no longer filled with the chunky rings of the 80’s, but the smaller, slimmer ones of the 90s.

I look up from his fingers and find him staring at me. I smile at him and lovingly run my fingers through his hair. He smiles back at me and subconsciously lets his tongue slip out, swiping along his bottom lip before finding its way back in his mouth. It’s unwittingly hot and he doesn’t even realize it.

“Hey, Eddie,” I gently coax him. I bring a hand up to his cheek and run my thumb along the soft skin.

“Yeah,” he whispers breathlessly, looking at me head on.

“Would it be weird if we, if we kissed?”

Eddie’s eyebrows subtly move upward and his eyes almost have a certain gleam to them. 

“You mean to say,” he whispers before summoning his old theatrical D&D voice, “the fair maiden desires a kiss from her prince charming?”

“Hey,” I whine, “How come you get to be the prince and I’m only a fair maiden.”

“Don’t pout princess,” Eddie assures me and brushes his thumb over my jutted lip.

“Will a kiss make it better?”

“Mhm,” I nod. Eddie leans forward and I close my eyes. He gently places his lips on mine and a weight is lifted off my spirit. 

I instantly feel like I’m home. I feel a sense of safety and happiness I never thought I’d ever feel again.

I involuntarily groan at how good he feels and almost immediately tense up in embarrassment. It never ceases to amaze me just how willing my body is to show Eddie how much it wants him.

“Hey, hey,” he pulls away softly, “Don’t do that. You’re safe with me, okay?”

“I know, I just, I can’t believe it. I never thought this day would come.”

“Oh sweetheart, I’ve waited years for this moment. And if it’s alright with you, I plan on making the most of it.”

I stare at him dumbfounded. What is that supposed to mean? But before I can even ask, he resumes his position and practically kisses me silly. 

I’m surprised to say he’s gotten better. Not sure I’d want to know how, but there’s a noticeable difference in the way he kisses me. 

As teens, our kisses were rushed, oftentimes messy, and very exploratory. Something about the way he kisses me is much more… sensual? Still sort of exploratory but not in the exploring how to kiss sort of way. It’s more like he’s taking the time to savor and explore every inch of my mouth.

His movements are much more calculated. Like when you might drive a car a bit recklessly at seventeen but have a much more stable hand on the wheel at twenty-five.

And the pace is perfect. I think when we were in high school, we always had this sense that we might get caught at any moment so we had to rush to kiss or hug or anything like that. We never really took our time. But now, we can.

We can take all the time in the world to enjoy each other’s company and explore as much as we want. And oh, do I want.

I want to know all of the Eddie that stands before me. I want to feel all of the Eddie Munson I’ve known and loved.

As our makeout session on the couch turns hot and heavy, and a few articles of clothing have already been discarded, Eddie pulls away and climbs off of me. 

“C’mon, I wanna show you something,” he says hoarsely as he smiles at me. Before I can even move to get off the couch, he reaches behind my arms and legs and picks me up bridal style.

I shriek, “Eddie” and burst into a fit of giggles. “What are you doing?”

“Taking the princess to her chambers,” Eddie declares as he walks me to his bedroom.

He lies me down on the full sized bed and smiles down at me. My eyes widen and I’m nearly breathless, but I have to ask, “Eddie, are we really doing this?”

Are we really going to take things all the way? To reach a level in our relationship that we never got to reach before?

Eddie smiles graciously and lies down next to me, “It’s up to you, sweetheart. We can go farther, if that’s something you want. But we can also keep things the way they are, or stop. Tonight, your wish is my command.”

I touch my fingertips to the pale skin of his cheekbone. “I think I want more. Do you want more too?”

Eddie nods, “You have no idea.”

He leans forward to kiss me. I kiss him back before pushing him away slightly. “I have to tell you something though.”

“Oh okay. What is it?”

“God, I’ve wanted this for so long. And I know we just had the whole dramatic speech about how we’re moving on from the past, but can I tell you a secret?”

“What is it,” Eddie asks before he leans forward to place a warm kiss on my bare shoulder. 

“You know, after what happened between us, I couldn’t date for a very long time.”

Eddie blinks in confusion, “Wait, what?”

I prop myself on one elbow and look at him. “After high school, I had a hard time dating or anything like that.”

Eddie props himself up on his own elbow too. “But you were away at college. No parents, right? Just freedom?”

Eddie drags his fingertips along my side and I smile from the sensation.

“It wasn’t that, though. After what happened, I just never felt like I could do something romantic in good conscience. Like dating was synonymous with, like, sinning or something. It’s not even like I was ever even that religious, but I guess Catholic guilt will do that to you.

It was like anytime I got close to someone, I had all these little voices in my head telling me I couldn’t. That something bad would happen.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. I’d gotten so spooked about it all, I didn’t even get into a serious relationship for the first time till law school. And that was just dating, sex was a whole other monster. Thanks even more to my Catholic guilt, I had gotten my bachelors degree before I even lost my virginity.”

Eddie stifles a laugh. “No way?”

“It’s ok, you can laugh. It’s supposed to be funny.”

“Jesus H. Christ. It shouldn’t be that funny but I can’t shake that image of you out of my mind now.”

“Yup, the twenty-three year old virgin.”

“Hey, there’s nothing wrong with that. Everyone goes at their own pace. Truth be told, I always thought you’d be my first time. And when you weren’t, it was a long time before I ever found someone I trusted to do it with.”

“Yeah, I know what you mean. Sometimes I wished I had gotten over my anxiety and just done it with you when we were in high school. I wanted it so badly then too, but I already felt wracked with guilt just dating behind my parents back. It would’ve literally killed me if my parents found out I’d had pre-marital sex. 

It actually took me a long time to realize that sex isn’t such a bad thing. It’s a natural urge we have as humans. That it wouldn’t make me some hell bound sinner for doing it. And once I got comfortable with my sexuality and the fact that I am a sexual being, things really changed for me.

I felt so behind, but eventually I caught up. Suddenly, it didn’t matter that everyone else had had those experiences before I did. In a way, I sort of got to skip to the good part.”

Eddie looks at me and I realize I just gave him the image of me enjoying sex with someone who is definitely not him.

I lean forward and place a quick kiss on his lips. “Hey… look, I bring all this up, because I want you to know that this time is different. That I want to have sex with you and there’s nothing holding me back anymore. I’m not afraid.”

Eddie beams at me, “You mean that?”

I run a hand through his hair and lightly scratch at the scalp, “Yeah, I do. I want to feel it all with you, Eddie. I’ve wanted to since we were seventeen.”

“God, I’ve waited so long to hear you say those words,” Eddie gasps as he roughly pins me to the mattress. He hovers above me and aggressively kisses along my neck.

“Easy there tiger,” I place a firm hand on his shoulder and nudge him.

“I know we have a lot of catching up to do, but we have all the time in the world to do it, okay?”

Eddie pauses and looks at me with glossy eyes. He nods, “Yeah, sorry sweetheart. Sorta feels like I’m in a dream and just as I get to the good part, I’m gonna wake up and it’ll all be gone.”

“You’re not dreaming Eddie. This is real.”

I place his hand on my chest, right above my heart, letting him feel it beat just for him. 

“Yeah,” he says shakily as he smiles. If I’m not mistaken, his eyes look a little glassy. I don’t think much of it, but as we go further and further, I feel tears of joy start springing into my own eyes too. 

I never thought I’d ever be able to say I’ve cried during sex, but Eddie’s right. This all does sort of feel like a dream. A dream come true. Like all the pain and bad feelings just poofed into thin air and all that’s left is joy and love.

Because after all these years, all is right between us again. Through all the growing and changing, we still feel right for each other. Like time doesn’t exist. All the time passed between us feels like nothing anymore. And time spent together feels like eons of bliss.

As we spend the night into the early morning, I’ve never felt more alive or at home than with Eddie Munson.

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playing with their hair while they sleep on your chest for the prompt!

Thanks Cassy 💕 prompts here

Mild nsfw, extreme fluff

“Sia? Hey....”

He gave him an ineffectual little shove. As usual he was out cold practically the moment the evening’s lovemaking ended, but this time it was so instantaneous Siavash was already sound asleep while Woljif was still gasping for breath. He usually at least had the energy to roll over before he passed out, but after the day they’d had you could hardly blame him.

In hopes to arrive before sunset they’d forced the march back to Drezen, escorted by a host of angels, Xanthir Vang’s notes in their victorious hands and a very uneasy feeling about what seethed a few meters below their feet.

There was an excited conference with Aivu and the Herald of Iomedae, and then though he was ready to drop from exhaustion there were about a hundred urgent tasks for the Knight-Commander to see to. Woljif ran point in the command room trying to filter the onslaught. When he sent a contingent of minor nobles on a red herring to talk to a fictional functionary about the promotions they were demanding, he caught a look from Irabeth that wasn’t entirely scolding for once. She could see Siavash in his command chair losing the battle with gravity.

The Knight-Commander hardly even paused for supper, listening to reports and issuing orders through mouthfuls. When at last Woljif made a command decision of his own and called it a night on his behalf, he didn’t even expect him to get undressed before he collapsed. Miraculously a minor but agreeable second wind kicked in as soon as they were alone.

Now that it was spent he lay half on top of him, limbs sprawled, head tucked into the hollow of Woljif’s shoulder and face pressed heavily into his chest. Woljif reckoned if they stayed like that until morning they’d be glued together, but he didn’t have the heart to budge him.

The thought made him laugh softly. His left arm was pinned, so he reached up with the right, feeling the skin of his shoulder burn with evaporating sweat against his arm, and very gently brushed a curtain of hair from Siavash’s face to behind his tapered ear. The sensation of silky strands between his fingers tickled pleasantly.

If he could just talk him out of this crazy idea of a surprise attack on the Fane. In a fortnight the Queen would arrive with an army. Why rush it? Why step in front of a swinging fist when some meathead crusader in full armor was happy to take the blow for you?

The chief, rushing in headlong.

It made his heart ache, but somehow it also made it swell up nice like a cake in the oven.

He wasn’t sure what it was. Cute? Anyone else he would have said was a damn fool, but the chief made it unpredictable and fun and he tended to get lucky a lot, like with the host of Heaven showing up at the Ivory Sanctum just as they were about to get smashed into crepes. As far as Woljif was concerned, luck looked good on a guy.

As the loose bun at the back of his head was askew anyway, idly Woljif set about trying to undo it with one hand, a feat of manual dexterity that presented a challenge even for the likes of him. With three fingers he held the band open while with a fourth he began prodding the hair through it, careful not to let it tangle, until the band came loose and he could remove the remaining strands one by one and let the kinked hair tumble free. Tenderly he combed it out between his fingers.

It reminded him of the time at camp he’d observed Daeran patiently brushing and braiding Ember’s hair. His first reflex had been to warn him she had cooties, but he’d restrained himself because it would be a good laugh to watch the aasimar aristocrat frantically scratch that celestial head of his and bemoan the abominable conditions he was being asked to endure for this godsforsaken Crusade. Give him a little taste of how the underclass lives.

But he’d found himself watching the casual intimacy with more interest than he would have admitted to. Ember sitting cross-legged, very still, while behind her Daeran, eyes focused on his task, carefully wove her rat’s nest into a nice, sleek braid, chatting pleasantly with her all the while. A far cry from Gran yanking his curls and snipping them with her sewing scissors.

He let the tawny locks slide between his fingers. Eyelids growing heavy, the warm weight of Siavash pressing him comfortably into the softness of the bed, he could sense the spent pleasure in his stomach and legs, smell the cozy hearthfire and lavender, the memory of sweet notes of guitar music lulling him to sleep. There were moments life was good these days.

Siavash let out a soft sigh and tucked his arm around him.

There had been a time he would have told anyone who asked that he’d never let himself get pinned down. And here he was. Literally. But somehow this didn’t feel like getting pinned down—it felt like being freed.

Now if he could just talk him into waiting for the Queen, everything would be fine.

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Ch 33 - The North Remembers

Part 34

Fire OF A Stark

@dragonixfrye

Joanna flapped her large wings with me riding onto her back. My hair was completely loose except for a few strands clipped back with a golden hair clip that used to belong to Jaime’s mother. The wind blows through my hair soaring over the north grounds. Today Sansa and Jon were calling the Wildings Vale and the Northern houses. Since the North men didn't come to our call we wanted to know why. Looking down at the snowfall ground below I tugged her reins sending my dragon to land in the open courtyard seeing Jaime was waiting for me to come back. He had his arms tightly wrapped around himself trying to keep warm. Dismounting my dragon she sent him a low noise when I walked up. "Are you adjusting any better to this climate, Jaime?”

“I would like to say yes. But unfortunately no…the North still hates me.” He shivered, gripping his black fur cloak tightly around him. There was fallen snow sticking in his short cut blonde hair and his beard was growing thicker that I was still getting used to.

Resting my hands on his chest tugging him inside the horse stables so the wind wasn’t as harsh on him. Even though I had moved from the South so suddenly then we went back to the North. I was still used to the climate and how the weather worked. “Well I am sorry about that. I will say thought that I am grateful that you chose me and Rhaenyra over your sister. I know how much you loved her.”

“I did until I met you. Now I can’t see my life without you and our daughter.” He explained leaning down, kissing me softly. Moving my hands up onto his shoulders I leaned up on my toes until he bent down since I was shorter. “Sansa is watching Rhae before the lords arrive do maybe we should do something with our time alone together hmm."

I smirked knowing where he was going with this. Wrapping my arms around his neck I deepened the kiss we had moments ago. "Oh is that right, Lion."

“It is my little dragon.” He hummed tugging me closer to his chest kissing me passionately. His left hand moved up into my hair twisting my locks between his fingers, getting me to moan into the kiss. Wrapping my arms around his neck once more I leaned closer not hearing footsteps approaching.

“Cadence. Jaime, the lords are here. And I need to speak with my sister for a moment alone.” Jon’s voice caused us to break apart seeing him avoiding to meet our gaze and instead looking at his snow covered boots.

Breaking away from my husband I cleared my throat walking up to my brother. “Uh sure. We can talk Jon.”

“I’ll go check on Rhae.” Jaime nodded his head leaving towards one of the castle entrances leaving us alone to talk. Jon and I headed into one of the empty hallways of the castle.

Running my hands over my tunic I slumped my shoulders looking in my brother’s eyes that were black. Some of his hair was falling out of his bun. “So I got to thinking about what the lords might say about not fighting alongside us. And you mentioned to Sansa in one of your letters that you have the crown of a past dragon queen.”

“Yes I do. But I don’t understand what that has to do with this conversation Jon.” I point out shrugging my shoulders at my brother.

Jon gestures with his hands making his sword sway when he takes a step closer. “Years ago the realm loved the Targaryens. You are the last known living one. They will back you without question and we will need everyone when the army of the dead comes for us all.”

“I’m sorry did you just say army of the dead. Jon, what are you talking about and how do you think me telling who I am will accomplish anything?” I questioned thinking that he was starting to lose it. I didn’t know the things that he saw when he was at the wall but even I had limits to the things I would believe.

He gently grabbed my shoulders making me finally look him in the eye deeply. “I saw an entire army. The white walkers are real, Cadence. I know it sounds crazy but they are. And they don’t tire. They can only be killed in two ways. They will come for us now that the wall has been destroyed.”

“Jon…I…how does mean being a Targaryen help against something like that?” I shook my head still not understanding where his head was at.

He sighed heavily. “Because they loved the dragon family. If anyone can bring the houses together to fight an enemy together I have hope that it is you. Please Cadence. Please try for me.”

Nodding my head I sucked in a sharp breath leaving him to go into my chambers before we were supposed to meet with the lords. Slipping on some new clothes I shrugged my fur cloak on that had Lannister and Stark colors. Glancing over my shoulder I sighed slowly picking up the golden dragon crown and holding it in my hands. “I hope you're right about this Jon.” Sitting it gently on my head looking myself over in the mirror I had to admit that it looked rather good on my head like it was always supposed to be there,

Walking into the room with the large fireplace seeing Jon and Sans with the wildling leader all standing in front of the table. Jaime glanced in my direction parting his lips he was holding little Rhaenyra in his arms. Slowly walking forward I took our daughter from his arms feeling all eyes on me from the North men. “That’s the Lannister wife…how does she have a dragon grown….she has a child.” Each of them muttered under their breaths.

Sitting down with Jaime standing beside me he leans down whispering in my ear with a slight smirk in his tone. “The crown looks rather good on you, Lynesse.”

I sent him a smile before one of the Northern lords scoffed towards the wilding. “You can't expect Knights of the Vale to side with wildling invaders.”

The wildling leader scoffs back. “We didn't invade. We were invited.”

“The free folk, the northerners, and the Knights of the Vale fought bravely, fought together, and we won. My father used to say we find our true friends on the battlefield. The Boltons are defeated. The war is over.” Jon declared, trying to make them all understand.

But the lords of the North are too stubborn to give in. “Winter has come. If the maesters are right, it'll be the coldest one in a thousand years. We should ride home and wait out the coming storms.”

“The war is not over. And I promise you, friend, the true enemy won't wait out the storm. He brings the storm.” Jon pleaded, hearing them all muttering under their breaths.

Suddenly there was a little girl named Lyanna that stood up for house Mormont. She could only be the age of teen or maybe Arya’s age from the looks of it. But she spoke with a fiery spirit reminding me a lot of myself. “Your son was butchered at the Red Wedding, Lord Manderly, but you refused the call. You swore allegiance to House Stark, Lord Glover, but in their hour of greatest need, you refused the call. And you, Lord Cerwyn, your father was skinned alive by Ramsay Bolton. Still you refused the call.” She turned to each of the lords and declared them unfaithful to the cause and vow that they had sworn. “But House Mormont remembers The North remembers. We know no king but the King in the North whose name is Stark. I don't care if he's a bastard. Ned Stark's blood runs through his veins. He's my king from this day until his last day.”

“Lady Mormont speaks harshly and truly. My son died for Robb Stark, the Young Wolf. I didn't think we'd find another king in my lifetime. I didn't commit my men to your cause 'cause I didn't want more Manderlys dying for nothing. But I was wrong. Jon Snow avenged the Red Wedding. He is the white wolf. The King in the North.” One of the lords who first spoke about the wilding admitted defeat.

“There's nothing to forgive, my lord. There will be more fights to come. “ Jon replied, seeing that Sansa was staring at him.

Another lord drew his sword in the air. “House Glover will stand behind House Stark as we have for a thousand years. And I will stand behind Jon Snow... the King in the North!“

Lord Manderly looked in my direction where I knew he remembered what my brother Robb once said. “I did not fight beside you on the field and I will regret that until my dying day. A man can only admit when he was wrong and ask forgiveness….” He paused drawing his sword from his hip pointing it directly at me. “Your brother Robb said that you would always be a Stark no matter what happens. Do you believe that there is a good reason we should fight alongside him and a Lannister?”

“Sansa, would you mind?” I asked handing her niece over to her so I could get to my feet and not worry about dropping her. Clearing my throat the crown felt much heavier than the moment I put it on my head. “I know that the North and South have never been allies in the past. But in my experience the Lannister’s and the Stark’s rather I should say Taragaryen’s can work together.”

“How do we know that you aren’t just lying because that is what the lion wanted you to say. If I remember right he used to be a prisoner in your brother’s camp-“ I cut the lord off.

“Until I set him free in order to try and protect my sisters. But that was in the past. The truth is now what matters in the future.” Clutching my hands into fists at my sides I sighed, shifting my gaze around the room at all the different lords. “The truth here is that I am half Stark and half Taragayrn. I am the daughter of Rhaegar Taragaryn and Elia Martell. So you can trust my word when I say that Jaime of House Lannister is loyal to me and in the name of our daughter Rhaenyra Lannister.”

Lady Mormont straightened her back sending me a proud smile while she spoke towards me. “I know what we should call you than , Lady Cadence. If we declare Jon Snow as the King in the North than we have no choice but to declare you the Dragon Queen of the North!”

“Thank you, Lady Mormont. Although I will reveal that my true born name is Lynesse Targaryen.” Shortly after I said that the entire room of lords drew their sword declaring the titles they had just given me and Jon. Jaime came to stand beside me intertwining his hand with mine, smiling down at me. Lifting my head up I had to admit that for once it felt good to not have such a weighted secret on my shoulders anymore.

Comments really appreciated ❤️

#fire of a stark #jaime lannister x reader #jaime lannister x oc #jaime lannister #jaime lannister x reader fanfiction #jaime lannister x targaryen reader #jaime lannister x stark reader #nikolaj coster waldau #freya allan #oc : cadence stark #oc : lynesse targaryen #sansa stark #jon snow #lyanna mormont #game of thrones fanfiction #game of thrones #game of thrones x reader #game of thrones fic #game of thrones 6x10 #house stark #house lannister #house targaryen #rhaenyra targaryen #house of the dragon #wattpad fanfiction #ask box is open for feedback #comments really appreciated #the northern houses #got 6x10

[acesknights]

Late night smoke

- Oc x Canon [Warlock x Phillip Graves]

Word count: 1249 words [1.2k]

Summary: Warlock goes out for a late night smoke, eventually Graves finds him and they enjoy eachothers company for a while

Notes: kinda ill right now so I've barely slept but at least I've written some good food for once <3

♠️ Fic bellow cut + translation at end ♠️

It wasn't unusual for warlock to be out this late at night while on leave, his hair loosely tied up - a few stray strands laying free on his face. He would've let down his hair down by now with how late it was into the night but there just was a certain soft breeze in the air that had just felt too nice when it softly passed by his face, to which he decided to keep the bun in. This same breeze was blowing the smoke from his lit cigarette that lay in between his pointer and middle finger.

He wasn't much of a smoker, didn't consider himself one anyways but then again he didn't consider himself many things which in turn - from an outsiders point of view, made him look like a hypocrite to an extent.

Perhaps he did smoke from time to time, let his mind wander as he watched the smoke drift off and mix into the outside air. Each swirling pattern being different from the last.

He hadn't smoked in a while if anything, his ex-wife always nagging at him to quit whenever she caught him. She'd always tell him that either the smoking would kill him early or his work would. To keep her happy he did quit, emphasis on the /did/.

She'll never know now how that ends now, probably for the better anyways.

The silence during the night had been something Warlock had needed, something that he found Suprisingly odd to come to terms to. Then again, being in the military isn't a quiet job now is it.

Either way, that silence was broken when the door to the porch, that he stood barefoot on, was opened - he didn't bother turning around and instead brought the cigarette down from his lips, his hands over the railing.

"there you are ady,"

There was that southern tone he grew to love, the nickname - he's working on loving that too. Warlock heard graves walk over to the railing and had felt graves bring his arm around the others waist, running his thumb gently over his hip.

He cleared his throat before he spoke, a soft smile on his lips as he felt graves' small affections towards him. He always did cherish these much smaller things from him. "Did i wake you? Sorry, tried to be quiet about it"

This brought a small chuckle from Graves before he turned his head to look at warlock. Taking the cigarette off from him and taking a drag from it, earning a small playful scoff from the other.

"hm, to an extent hun. Felt ya leave the bed so i got curious"

A small nod followed with a hum came from warlock before he took his cigarette back from Graves. Playfully rolling his eyes at the other, "that curiosity also led you to steal my cigarette too?"

His right brow raised at this question towards the other, always finding it fun to mess with him. Graves had supressed a laugh at this before he retracted his arm from warlocks waist, linking his own hands together.

"perhaps, dont plan on staying out here too long so it would just be a waste if i lit one m'self" a small shrug had followed after this from the southern man before he had turned around to lean against the said metal railing, preferring to have the small gusts of wind off from hitting him straight face on.

"besides, ya love me too much to be mad at me for stealin' it" a quick yet still noticeable wink came from graves as he patted warlock's shoulder, silently signalling to the other that he was to leave.

"hmn- za bardzo," Warlock had muttered before he took a final drag of the cigarette, the ember glowing bright in the darkness of the late evening before putting it out on the railing. Graves watched him quietly as he did so, the moonlight casting a soft glow on his features. "Wait," Warlock murmurs towards him, his voice barely above a whisper but filled with an urgency that Graves just couldn't ignore right now. Both of their eyes had met, a silent exchange between them two. Graves had stopped in his tracks, cocking his head to the side slightly to show his interest.

Warlock on the other hand had inched his way over to the southern man and grabed a handful of the other's t-shirt, bringing him into a quick yet loving kiss onto his lips. Both of them bringing themselves closer towards the other to try feel each others warmth more while outside - the taste of the cigarette hung on warlock's lips as graves had kissed the Pole back, bringing his hands to cup his partners cheeks. He felt the rough texture of the facial scarring beneath his fingertips, his touch being a mix of being tender yet still careful incase they still hurt.

Warlock had leaned into Graves' touch, the warmth of his calloused hands being a soothing contrast to the lingering discomfort of the scars he had gotten not so long ago. Graves pulled back slightly from the kiss, his eyes searching Warlock's for any sign of hesitation or discomfort. But instead, he found nothing but warmth and longing reflected back at him.

"adrian.."

Graves muttered out, his voice quiet and soft-spoken compared to his more louder tone.

"come back inside, jest za zimno tutaj"

Warlock had quickly responded back, taking graves' hand into his and began leading them away from the porch and back inside the small building that warlock called 'his temporary home'. The small romantic moment didn't last long as he found himself back into their shared bed once more almost immediately, a small series of soft kisses being planted on his jaw down to his collar bone. Making warlock let out a small breath at this unexpected affection from the other.

"You're so needy you know that Phil, tak?"

This caused graves to pause in his tracks and look up at the brunette, a slightly unamused look in his eyes before placing a final kiss onto warlocks shoulder.

Graves had moved to be sat up now besides warlock, grabbing the bed's duvet that was thrown to the other side of the bed. "Wow, me - needy? 'm just making up for lost time Ady. Besides, you seemed to enjoy it."

"Flattery will get you nowhere but the couch Phillip. Although, not the worst thing in the world to get." a yawn had left warlock as he took the hair tie out from his hair, letting his hair fall down to just above his shoulders once more, running his hand through it to comb it out from his face. Warlock's more playful remark lingered in the air - eliciting a soft chuckle from Graves while he watched Warlock's movements with a soft smile, his own fatigue mirrored in the heavy droop of his eyelids. He soon reached out to Warlock, pulling him closer until they were nestled against each other - their bodies practically melting into eachothers' embrace, his exhaustion momentarily forgotten as he savored the warmth and comfort of being in Graves' arms again.

Graves was about to try get the last say in it all but had warlock beat him to it with a small muttered "Idź spać Fillip, za dużo gadasz" Which put a confused look onto graves' face for a moment before he had decided to let the comment slide for the night.

Translations:

Za bardzo - too much

Jest za zimno tutaj - it's too cold here

Tak - yes

Idż spać Fillip, za dużo gadasz - go to sleep Phillip, you talk too much

#aceswriting #Oc x Canon #Oc warlock #Oc - warlock #Warlock #Phillip Graves #Cod oc #call of duty fanfic #Set between mw2 & mw3 #call of duty #cod

[bookwormscififan]

Beach Relaxation

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A/N: OK, I just really like the visual of Mad and Mare on the couch enjoying each other's company. No speaking, just being there.

Mare tilted his head up, smiling as the ocean breeze blew across his face, shaking his hair out of his eyes and shifting the strap on his shoulder. His smile grew as the grip on his hand tightened, turning to see Mad smiling at him with windswept hair. Mad’s cheeks were red from the wind blowing sand into his face, but his eyes sparkled with unrestrained joy.

Mare had decided to take Mad to the beach when he found Mad sobbing over a spilled experiment, figuring he needed a distraction. He’d packed a tote bag with towels and their swimming trunks, tossing a couple of water bottles in as well as sunscreen and a jacket in case Mad got cold, then herded Mad into the car and drove to the nearest beach.

Almost as soon as Mad had stepped out of the car, his stresses had been abandoned, taking Mare’s hand and leading him to the sand, analysing the various shells and debris he found along the coast.

“Ice cream?” Mare asked, seeing a small kiosk further up the beach and tilting his head fondly to the side when Mad nodded eagerly. He bought Mad a salted caramel ice cream and got himself a rum and raisin before leading Mad to a line of benches so they could sit and eat.

Hand in hand they strolled the length of the beach, Mare holding Mad’s shoes when he decided to feel the sand between his toes. When Mad began to slow down, Mare gently led him back to the car, sitting him in the passenger seat and cleaning his feet of sand before closing his door and climbing into the driver's seat to take them home.

--

“I’m going to have a short shower,” Mad stated once Mare closed the front door, dropping his shoes in the entryway and heading for the bathroom. Mare hummed in acknowledgement before going about unpacking the tote and preparing a simple meal for dinner, setting the plates on the table just as Mad returned.

The couple ate their dinner in a comfortable silence, and Mare’s heart swelled when Mad took their plates and cleaned them, setting them aside for Mare to put away. Mare put the plates and utensils in their places, watching from the kitchen as Mad started the fireplace and curled up in the couch with a novel.

--

After changing into a soft pair of sweatpants and a loose shirt, Mare joined Mad on the couch, slotting himself between Mad and the armrest and draping an arm over Mad’s shoulders when he moved closer. Comfortable, Mare settled into the couch, soft smile on his face as he looked down at Mad practically sitting in his lap with his head stuck in his book.

Mare shifted his arm so he could gently brush his fingers through Mad’s hair, feeling the still-drying strands slip between his fingers. He drummed a soft tune into the armrest with his free hand, beginning to hum softly to himself as Mad relaxed further into his side.

Mad fell asleep with his book in his hands, head resting on Mare’s chest with Mare’s fingers in his hair and his legs tucked under him. Mare’s chin rested on his chest, face tilted toward Mad with one arm draped over the armrest, sleeping soundly in the quiet presence of the man he loved.

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@iamvegorott @brokentimewatch

#writing #fanfiction #nwtb fanfiction #natemare #madmare #madpat #fluff

[tanlace]

summary: in the wake of their newfound feelings, blair and jj are prepared to do anything in order to keep their clandestine meetings under wraps.

word count: 2.2k

The ache for autumn was finally satisfied when September rolled around and the humid air turned crisp overnight. The leaves would not be green for long; it wouldn’t be too long now before they died again, just as they had every single year, and brought along the vanilla-sugar-scented early-fall haze.

Blair had pulled out her very first sweater of the year: an ivory cardigan lined with royal blue, a little loose on waist and wide on the sleeves. The flame of a pumpkin-spice candle was still burning on her nightstand, besides a mug of still-warm, half-drunk black coffee. The scent would have drowned the room if it wasn’t for the open window over her bed, with sheer-curtains blowing with the cool wind and dying flowers on the windowsill.

She had made sure nobody saw her slip out of her room, and she felt wrong, so Goddam out of place like she was partaking in a clandestine ordeal or planning the biggest heist of the century. It was the same offsetting feeling, the same blinding rush, as sitting in the backseat of a car with a boy you liked, inching closer hesitantly, afraid to break the bubble that kept in all those fleeting feelings. Whenever she walked across the island to meet up with the boy in question, she’d spray on perfume that she brought only for him, so she would leave no trace of her real self (of her superficial self) on the path.

They couldn’t meet at her house and they couldn’t meet at his. She lived in a monster-mansion, the kind with statues and pools and a private sector of the marsh to top it off, and he and his father could barely pay for rent for their tuna-can-like house. Her walls were spacious windows and his were a dull, chipping grey. They were too afraid that it would kill whatever flame they were trying so hard to keep alight, that sparked from a single glance and, though it died more often than autumn leaves would in the upcoming month of October, it somehow managed to stay on. They left it like a light announcing each other’s presence, but to their own eyes only.

He was wearing a plaid jacket and a pair of slightly-dirty jeans. He spent hours in his small closet as he usually did whenever they were supposed to meet, trying to find something to wear that didn’t scream “Lowlife Pogue!” as the rich folk labeled him. So he spent hours drowning his clothes in detergent (the kind he knew she liked that he spent most of his spare change on at the supermarket), which meant, when she finally caught sight of him between the reddening trees, she smelled fresh linen before anything else.

They had been meeting four times a week by Battery Jasper, then walked up to the disheveled wall where they spent hours and hours, taking turns between talking, kissing, and simply taking in the silence as they sat with her head on his shoulder. He’d brought her flowers a couple of times, with a messily chopped stem and petals that were falling apart. All throughout summer, Blair would sometimes bring along wine bottles filled to the brim with strawberry daiquiri, the reason they had even met in the first place, and JJ would sip happily at it as he gazed at the Cameron girl, possibly the only Kook he ever could stand. Well . . . Stand was one hell of a word to describe it.

That evening was just like every single one that preceded. Blair would teasingly say “What can I get you today?”, and he’d feign annoyance and roll his eyes, but his arms would already be slithering around her waist, pulling her body closer. He was warmer than she was, which he noticed when she quickly nuzzled her cheek in the crook of his neck, seemingly trying to syphon the warmth his jacket offered that her lavish cardigan could not.

“Are you cold?” he asked softly, brushing a strand of feathery-gold hair from her face.

She shrugged and deplore, “A little bit” but he knew she was freezing as another gust of wind crashed against the reddening trees and their interlaced bodies.

So he shrugged his jacket off and stood in the cold with nothing but a T-shirt and her hands on his chest and, somehow, it seemed to be enough to keep him warm on that misty, late-September evening. When she asked him if he was cold, brows furrowed, his own jacket draped over her shoulders, he shrugged. “I’m all right,” he said. She believed it was a lie he was whistling between his teeth, but he truly was.

“Battery Jasper?” she wondered out loud, looping her arms through the sleeves of his jacket. Slowly and somewhat shyly, he had been bumping his fingers with hers for the past minute, hoping she’d get the hint and intertwine their fingers. “Or we can walk to the old dock,” she proposed.

Blair grabbed ahold of his hand innocently, pretending that she didn’t feel the way his breath hitched when she rubbed her thumb against the back of his hand. “I go where you go,” JJ smiled, a boyish grin. His freckles cut like sharpened knives over still-sun-kissed skin. She pressed her tongue against the inside of her cheek and shook her head. His arrogance, undoubtedly, would be the death of her. But, then again, the two smuggest teenagers on the island were conducting a string of clandestine meetings all over. They were bound to leave a trace in the dirt.

“You’re crazy,” she told him softly, her teeth clattering ever-so-slightly. Blair did not handle cold well; on the contrary, she was made for poolside evenings and sunbathing half the day.

The boy bumped his shoulder against hers and laughed under his breath. “You’ve seen nothing yet, Blair Cameron.”

“I’m supposed to be the madwoman,” she pointed out. After all, that was how most people spoke of her. Maybe it was because she is a powerful girl in a world build for men, or maybe because of the legacy in her name that gave her half of the island, that she did not know what to do with. “What a dreamy status!” Blair exclaimed under her breath, her irony dripping off the words like poison.

“I don’t think you’re crazy, Blair, just surrounding yourself with bad people. Like, jealous people who make up rumors about you then kick it in their monster-houses,” he shrugged. He didn’t have to say names for Blair to understand who exactly he was talking about.

She came to halt, which automatically stopped him, too. Her eyes bore into his ocean-salt ones, and they automatically softened when he understood just how much the whole ordeal affected her. Blair and JJ didn’t engage in clandestine affairs and longing states just for the hell of it. The Cameron girl’s relationship was her gold mine, her most prized possession, her own little dreamland she could hold in the palm of her hand. The entire time, he thought that she was simply embarrassed to be with a lowlife Pogue like him, a boy who couldn’t even afford fresh flowers from a kiosk on the boulevard, but it had turned out that she was just afraid—terrified, to be precise—that the story would ruin the image she had so meticulously crafted. Scared of how her parents would react and what her brother would do. Scared that her inheritance would be blown to dust within minutes. And she had grown to love the boy, she did, but she couldn’t make anything of it.

They spoke a secret language unknown to everyone else, and it came in the form of longing glances, anonymous text messages and windowpanes sliding open at ungodly hours of the night. And though both wanted more than anything to hold hands on sidewalks instead of kissing in cars, they would take that secret to the grave and pray it wouldn’t carve itself on their headstone. It was a dangerous game they were playing, a gamble that was sure to leave no survivors, yet they enjoyed it. They did, they loved it. It was the epitome of teenage-hood; if it’s allowed, then it isn’t really fun, is it?

To defuse the situation, doing everything he could to keep the bomb ticking a little longer, he brushed a strand of her hair off her forehead and smiled lovingly. “You look beautiful today,” he complimented. Her lips downturned into a frown-like-smile. Loving turned to longing. “What’s wrong?”

“How long do you think we can keep this up, JJ?” she asked softly, clinging onto the fabric of his shirt at the abdomen. All of a sudden, he felt so cold it cut his bones like shards of glass.

He walked over to a flowery slope under a tree and let himself fall into the faintly-green grass, over dry orange autumn leaves. “I think we can keep this up for as long as he want,” he replied, genuine. “I think we can spend years hiding it. I think we can get married abroad, Yucatán is the dream, and no one has to know where we went or what we’re doing. I think that we can do this whole affair thing forever.” Think, think, think. That word was making her stomach flip. They weren’t sure of anything. “But you gotta want it, Blair, I know I do.”

“I want it,” she whispered because it was the only thing she could say. She couldn’t marry him but she also couldn’t leave him there, not in a million years. That teenage boy and his dimpled-smile had made a God-forsaken mess of her, made her feel things she’d never felt before, see colors she didn’t even know existed. So it was all she could say and she said it twice. “I want it.” And she wanted to say it, but she was too busy admiring the way his face lit up at her words.

“Come sit,” JJ held his arms out, with a beaming smile, a bright grin. “Battery Jasper’s too far and you’re cold.”

“And it’s pretty here,” Blair added, taking his hand and settling besides him. He leaned back against the trunk of the tree that stretched out above them and wore all kinds of gorgeous autumn colors, and she laid her head on his chest. She did not speak of the way his heartbeat quickened, which she could feel under her freezing fingertips. All she did was look like she always did, like there were words on her tongue that she did not want to let roll off. But this time she did, and she brought her delicate hand up to his face as she did so. “You’re very beautiful,” she complimented him, and he was taken aback by it.

“Really?” JJ breathed out, brows furrowing softly. He had been called pretty before, or handsome or hot or cute . . . But never beautiful. It felt odd. It lingered in the air. “No one’s ever called me that before,” he spoke his mind, and then it was her time to frown.

“You’re beautiful,” she repeated, as if to satiate his desires. As if to make up for all of the things the other girls did wrong, hoping it would make up for her wanting their relationship to be but a secret horribly heavy to carry.

He brought his hand to the back of her head, his fingers threading through her hair. “Look at us,” he joked, “the Outer Banks’s most beautiful couple. We’ve gotta be breaking charts. If . . .”

But he let his sentence die before his words betrayed his promise. He promised he didn’t mind—he did. Blair buried her face into the crook his neck and pretended he had never spoke to begin with. A gust of wind made them both shiver, but it was only a partial factor as to why they were both suddenly so cold. It was not winter yet, but they were freezing. Surely, the sun was dying right above them.

Then she broke the ice, speaking first. “This won’t last forever, JJ,” she told him. It was an attempt to convince both him and herself, feeling into the scenarios she lived in her dreamland. “We might”—emphasis on the we—“but this won’t.”

“We will,” JJ corrected. Then, content, pressed his cheek against the top of his head and let himself bask in the peaceful silence that engulfed them.

For them, the illicit affairs would be their lifeline. As long as the string isn’t broken.

#outer banks #wattpad #taylor swift folklore #jj maybank imagines

[chifuyuprotecter]

Summertime sadness

the warm summer wind blows back the loose strands of your hair as you stood on your balcony. Summer is now close to its end, and so is your stay in the East. and as you gazed across the garden of the palace, a familiar voice sounded below you in the garden. “we can’t keep doing this.” “but you’re all i think about Hikari.”

warnings!! angst, possibly some profanity, hopefully a good ending but i havent planned that far yet 😭😭😭

yu’s note!! (please read) the univers that this is set in is weird… not even i know what’s going on yet! which is a problem… but i think writing what is permitted in this universe would help! so, if u keep on reading you would know what position y/n is in, and in this universe she is allowed to marry royalties, other men from noble families if she is given the blessing by the emperor and the princess she serves for! even though it’s not really common, it has happened before. i’m also not great with terms and stuff cuz history 🫠 so if you guys spot any mistakes please tell me! so yh that’s all for now 😭 ENJOY!!!

fem!reader

please tell me if i’ve made any mistakes!!

Chapter 1 - the beginning

Josuke and you have been… well acquainted to say the least. But as of now, you’re sitting in your carriage waiting for Yukako to board to finally leave. Where are you going? You might ask.

Well,

you’re leaving the East Empire.

~

let’s trace our steps back however to who you are and how you got here.

you are the lady in waiting of the princess of the west Empire, Yukako Yamagishi, you grew up together so you are (some what) comfortable around each other.

“but Y/n,” she sighed while you brushed her treasured hair.

Only you have been trusted to touch and style her hair, and of course she does the hair care herself.

“oh I’m sure all is going to be well your majesty,” you replied.

“Y/n, please just call me Yukako” she smiled at you through the mirror, putting you some what at ease. you are stressed, after all, this is an important event that the Yamagishis are attending.

the name rings in your ears however, but you shake it off, “Yukako,” you stopped yourself though.

Yukako studied your face through the mirror before smiling softly, “we don’t have to be so formal when we’re alone Y/n,” she smiled once more, “well? tell me what’s wrong.”

you let out a small sigh of relief before saying, “you don’t think this prince of the east is… that Josuke do you?”

“oh no, i’m sure he isn’t Y/n,” she chuckled, “and even if it is, Y/n, we will only be there for a few days” she placed a reassuring hand on yours as you put down her hairbrush.

“your right,” you replied reassured, “now, shall I get your dress ready?”

“yes please, Y/n.” she smiled.

“well then, I’ll be back shortly, please excuse me Yukako,” you said walking towards the door.

“yes of course,” she smiled once more before you closed the door.

~

not too far away, josuke was having the same conversation… well… just about… only, they were much more comfortable around each other.

“KOICHI,” Josuke shouted across the room.

“YES?” he shouted back, poking his head out of the bathroom, just tidying things up after josuke’s song and dance filled shower, as per usual… surprisingly…

“Could you please ready my cloths while i do my hair?” Josuke replied a bit more calmly this time.

“Yes of course, want me to get okuyasu for you? you know, to keep you company?” koichi asked.

“sure, thats very thoughtful of you,” Josuke smiled at Koichi through the mirror and Koichi excused himself.

Josuke was still concentrated on his hair when Okuyasu bursted through the door in song.

Okuyasu is the son of the now deceased king of Shizuku, and is soon to inherit the throne of Shizuku as King (though people are gossiping about how he might finally claim his land as an empire, you know how the press likes to gossip).

“JOSUKE~” he sing-songed, “did you hear, did you hear?” he chirped as he sat down on the couch.

“yes i have,” josuke rolled his eyes.

“HEY I SAW THAT,” Okuyasu shouted, but soon he sighed, “are you going to be okay?”

“wow i never knew you cared about me,” josuke dead panned, “of course i’d be fine,” josuke smiled, though it soon disappeared, “well i have to don’t i?” josuke said finishing his hair.

there was silence in the room, and it was not long before Okuyasu broke it, “well then, we must get you ready, TO THE CHANGING ROOM!!!” Okuyasu exclaimed.

~

Yukako has been dressed and so have you, for the princess was allowed to bring a trusted lady in waiting to the event.

you’ve been anxious this entire morning, and Yukako has noticed this slight change in behavior.

she placed her hand on yours reassuringly, “you’ll be fine Y/n,” she smiled, “and i’m here as always.”

“yeah i know.” you replied softly with a smile.

the carriage soon slowed down and the sound of the other carriages got louder and closer, “well then, we’re almost there.” you said as the carriage lined up behind the empress’ (which was behind the emperor’s)

and soon enough, the carriage stopped. Yukako got off first and you stepped off behind her, the sound of the press scribbling and the shutters sounded at once behind you near the gate. The royalties arriving now are only the ones close to the empire of the east. We were greeted by the workers of the palace who then escorted you to our respective rooms. the kings, queens, emperors and empresses were escorted to one side of the guests estate while the princesses and princes where escorted to the other side.

Yukako’s escort brought you to her room, “your lady in waiting can reside in the room to your left, Miss,” she bowed and then opened the door for Yukako and you to enter.

“Very well then,” Yukako replied, “could you please deliver our luggage to our room please?” she smiled kindly at the maids behind us.

“yes of course,” the maids curtsied then left, closing the door behind them.

~

Josuke heard the ruckus caused by the press earlier while the royal families of other countries and empires arrived (because his room was the closest to the guest estate). He was alone as of now and fixing his hair again as Koichi knocked on his door, “Come in,”

“your clothes have been prepared Josuke.” Koichi said after entering the room.

“thank you, I’ll be there shortly.” Josuke replied and Koichi left.

Josuke sighed. There is a ball to attend tonight, it’s a ball his parents are holding to cover up a meeting with the emperor and empress of the west claiming it’s a ball held for celebration, though Josuke wasn’t sure what celebration, he went along with it regardless.

~

the ball will commence in an hour and you are due to arrive at least half an hour in advance, “shall we get going then Yukako?” you asked as you put on the finishing touches of her makeup.

“mhm,” she hummed getting up off the chair, “let’s go.”

~

Josuke was already at the ball, enjoying the drinks and snacks brought around by the butlers of the palace, granted that not many people were here yet, he was still ordered to arrive nat no later than six, for the ball to begin at seven. It is to last till at least midnight, and Josuke wasn’t looking forward to it.

the sound of high heels sounded on the grand staircase to the ball and Josuke got up to greet them, for they were the first people to arrive.

His eyes fell upon the two girls walking down the staircase, his eyes widened ever so slightly, his lip ,which were slightly parted, pressed together and he froze up but only for a brief moment. (that did not go unnoticed by Koichi)

Koichi opened his mouth to say something, but before he could ask Josuke if he was alright, Josuke was already walking towards the bottom of the staircase to greet the two girls.

“Good evening ladies,” he bowed slightly taking the princess’ hand to help her down the stairs. and while the lady in waiting was not expecting much, Josuke’s hand was held out. She paused and looked at him in the eyes, “Long time no see Y/n.”

yu’s end note!! Thank you sm for reading! I hope you’ve enjoyed the first chapter of this story! i’ll be going back to school soon so i’m not sure when i can release the next part but i’ll try to do it asap! thank you so much for reading again!

#jjba #jjba part 4 #jjba fanfiction #jjba fic #jojo no kimyō na bōken #josuke x you #jojo josuke #josuke 4 #josuke higashikata #josuke x y/n #y/n story #jojo yukako #koichi hirose #jojo okuyasu #chifuyuprotector

[peregreenbeans]

The Erlking - Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

short story format by me

Painting: Der Erlkönig, Unknown Artist, displayed at the Freies Deutsches Museum

Reccomended Audio: Erlkönig, D.328; Franz Schubert

Wer reitet so spät durch Nacht und Wind?

Es ist der Vater mit seinem Kind;

Er hat den Knaben wohl in dem Arm,

Er fasst ihn sicher, er hält ihn warm.

Wind whips around Hagens face as he drives his heels into the flank of a panting horse, gray as the storm around them. The animal is grunting, heavy hooves thundering on the tossed-up ground below them. Cold, white sweat clings to it's back, foam bubbles at its mouth, the drag of reigns forcing it to round its neck and blow breaths of hot fog into its own chest.

Hagen can feel the steed’s muscles move through even the thick leather of its worn-out saddle that has been bruising its once shining fur for weeks now. It is dull, dull as the sky is, hidden behind stormy clouds and rain that cuts his face like blades of ice. The sea tosses raging waves of salt toward him, punishing him for riding along the dike this late. Trees bend and crack and ache under the force of the element, white bark tears and exposes gentle, brown flesh and golden blood like the souls of the woodlands are dying in this rage, too.

He remembers them, the old stories of the Fae in these woods that would keep him waking, crying in the night.

His mother would tell him of old kings, of trolls and specters between the trunks, looking to lead you astray in the marshes until you sink between moss and roots to be reborn as a ghostly birch yourself. She would stand at the door to await the return of his father, tan with skin of leather forged into armor by the sun and the sea. She would not let him peek out the window when the howling of hounds filled winter nights.

Mein Sohn, was birgst du so bang dein Gesicht? –

Siehst, Vater, du den Erlkönig nicht?

Den Erlenkönig mit Kron’ und Schweif? –

Mein Sohn, es ist ein Nebelstreif. –

Hagen looks down at his son, the boys face tucked tightly to his heavy, wool coat that is drenched and heavy with water and mud. The tufts of his soft, black hair are tussled and knotted, his little hands grasp so tightly at him, as though he was afraid the Mother Sea would take him from his father’s arms and cradle him in her depths until he gifts her his last breath.

But then, his boy raises his head, looks past him, behind them on the path. His gray eyes are wide, equal the moon past thinning clouds when autumn rolls around. Soft cheeks redden with cold, lips parted for a gasp of fear. He pulls at Hagen, turns to him, speaks softly, as though he was afraid they be heard by anyone but the hailing rain.

“My father, I see him, the pale Erlenking.”

“The Erlking, my son, is but the hail, ghost of fog and old women’s tale.”

“My father, I see him, the pale Erlenking.”

“What you see is the weather and night, and the birches bark, shining in white.”

„Du liebes Kind, komm, geh mit mir!

Gar schöne Spiele spiel’ ich mit dir;

Manch’ bunte Blumen sind an dem Strand,

Meine Mutter hat manch gülden Gewand.“ –

Cold wraps around Hagens throat, strokes his fingers tenderly across his pulse, sends water and ice down his collar, into his clothes. It is trying to possess him, own him, and Hagen pulls his son tighter to his chest. Still, the boy won’t return to his arms, stares into the fog, allows it to play its tricks on him. He kicks the sides of his mare once more, the animal keens, jumps, runs faster. Its eyes are wide, black exposes white in the frame, and its heart is hammering so loudly Hagen can hear it through the winds and past the thud of each step.

His boy lets loose on his coat, leans past him, mouth ajar as though he is calling into the rain.

They sit on the backs of deer and stag and whitest horse, like they are the snow and the wind and the fog. Ease is about them, the leisure of a stroll even in this stormy night, effortless they trail the rider and his son. Their faces are many, sometimes on the same body, sometimes hidden by the veil of the night. Ghostly, they are, bright and gray and light, the wind shifting and changing all features but one.

He rides on the back of his mare, hooves barely touching the ground. His crown is of leaf, his hair of feather, his skin of bark and his eyes of coal. He is beautiful, and he is terrible, and his smile holds the warmth of spring and the snarl of a beast all the same. Roses wilk in his hair, then grow anew, Holly bejewels his ears, sharp and pointy as a cat’s. Naked, he rides, as his company, and their hounds howl with the breath of the east.

He is a stranger, and familiar all the same.

He is father and lover, suitor and brother.

Mein Vater, mein Vater, und hörest du nicht,

Was Erlenkönig mir leise verspricht? –

Sei ruhig, bleibe ruhig, mein Kind;

In dürren Blättern säuselt der Wind. –

A cry breaks the night; Hagen turns to look at his son, hands letting loose on the slippery, cutting reigns. Like blades they slip through his fingers, hot blood coats his palm, he reaches and holds his steed’s mane tightly, tinting it red.

“My son, you see things that are not there.”

“The Erlking father, he rides so swift, I see him come closer through fog and hail’s rift.”

“My son, you see things that are not there.”

“The Erlking father, he comes so close, I see shining his crown of Holly and Rose.”

Fear takes hold of Hagens heart, and his arms wrap tighter around his son. His blue eyes stare into the storm ahead, his breaths part across his face like the smoke of a fire. Each draw of air burns him, each drop of rain whips him. His mothers voice speaks in him, warns him to never cross the dike by night, by fog and rain. But there is no truth to it, there is none. Never has he met the sirens on the sea, or the fairies in their circle of mushrooms. Never has a tree spoken, or the sand drawn before him his fates and his life.

„Willst, feiner Knabe, du mit mir gehn?

Meine Töchter sollen dich warten schön;

Meine Töchter führen den nächtlichen Reihn

Und wiegen und tanzen und singen dich ein.“ –

Hagen grasps the coat of his son, feels him slip in the saddle, eyes glassy and feverish. Sick is the boy, seeing things, dreaming the night to be the Wotansjagd. There are no hounds, no steeds, no men, their battle against the heavens is theirs alone to fight. How his hands burn, fingers bluely blossoming as a violet. His bones creak and ache, the trees sing their song to him, one of pain and one of loss. He fears, he drives the horse forward, its ankles shuddering, legs close to breaking. No, but a second of time wasted could cost them their lives.

Around him dance Fae, bodies of wood twisting and turning in the dark of the night. Oak, fir, willow; laughter sounds like bells as they reach for him, caress him. Their hair is barely tossed by the weather, their lips are like flowers, their bodies slim and big and small and long. Summer is their scent, and spring, and moss and honey. They taste sweet, the boy is sure, their hands are warm as his mothers, they are the sun in this night, they soothe his fear.

Close they are, as their father, black their eyes like the depths of the lakes and pools in the woodlands.

Mein Vater, mein Vater, und siehst du nicht dort

Erlkönigs Töchter am düstern Ort? –

Mein Sohn, mein Sohn, ich seh’ es genau:

Es scheinen die alten Weiden so grau. –

“My father, they lure me, so safe and warm.”

“Their promise deceives you, they will bring you no glee, what you hear is the groan and the howl of a tree.”

“My father, they lure me, so safe and warm.”

“Their fingers are branches, their feet are the roots, this love they may promise will bear you no fruits.”

His sons tears cling to the wool of his coat, shining on the coarse blue much like each drop of rain. They feel so cold, like it wasn’t him that cried them, like it was the night in sorrow and pity for the rider. Hagens boney fingers grip at the boy’s soft cheeks, turn him, hasty, to face him. Glass meets his eyes, marbles, swirls of a storm trapped behind their clear and smooth surface.

His skin feels oh, so pale.

His skin feels oh, so cold.

“Carry me, mare, back home from the hunt! Carry me swiftly, save me and my son! No man shall have him, no beast and no fiend, we must leave this Erlenking behind!”

„Ich liebe dich, mich reizt deine schöne Gestalt;

Und bist du nicht willig, so brauch’ ich Gewalt.“ –

Mein Vater, mein Vater, jetzt fasst er mich an!

Erlkönig hat mir ein Leids getan! –

His hand feels so cold when it touches his cheek, turns it away from his father and his blue gaze. The boy meets black in its stead, embedded in pale white like gems on a satin pillow. He smiles, the strange man with his wooden crown, his voice a hiss, a whisper. His tongue was not forged for this world, his lips speak another language, not that of his father or mother. No, the Erlking is foreign and wrong, but his being intrigues him, lures him, loves him. His hand raises, so slow, and lays on the palm offered to him.

His grasp is oh, so warm.

His grasp is oh, so safe.

“Come with me, boy, to my woodland realm, all you need do is to tell me your name.

Come with me and dance through each midsummer’s night, leave behind old age, and death, and blight.”

He feels him, he feels his body turn cold.

“No. Stay with me, don’t tell him your name.”

Hagen sees how his son’s head falls forward, sees the rise and all of his chest slow and flatten. His hearts flutter fades, a bird starving in the cage of his ribs.

“No, no! Stay with me, son, stay!”

“Don’t listen sweet boy, to a voice like rust, he lied, your father, he betrayed your trust.

If you do come with me, I promise you this, your life will be beauty and youth and bliss.”

“My name is Felix, like luck and like light, and my heart is sweet as the swallow’s flight.

So take me, oh king of the woodland realm, to willow and oak and fir and elm.”

“Felix!”

Dem Vater grauset’s; er reitet geschwind,

Er hält in den Armen das ächzende Kind,

Erreicht den Hof mit Mühe und Not;

In seinen Armen das Kind war tot.

Original Text: J. W. Goethe, 1782

Translation by Richard Wigmore

Audio Reccomendation by Matthias Goerne and Andreas Haeflinger

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for fic asks: 29, 16 and 14! ^^

hi hi sorry this is a bit late lol but thanks for asking!

29. Share a bit from a fic you’ll never post OR from a scene that was cut from an already posted fic. (If you don’t have either, just share a random fic idea you have that you don’t plan on getting to.)

hmm i'm not sure if i'd say i'll NEVER post it but... a snippet from a twiyor fic that i haven't touched in over a year (and i got very stuck on it so idk if i'll ever continue it lol):

Yor chews her lip like there was something else she wanted to say, but then merely gives a small nod. “Well... thank you,” she says, clutching the jacket more tightly around her shoulders.  Loid intends to say something in response—a simple you’re welcome would suffice—yet the words die on his tongue. They’re still standing facing each other under the golden halo of a nearby street lamp, and the light softly illuminates Yor’s features—a faint glimmer in her eyes, the tip of her nose tinged red from the cold, Loid’s jacket hanging loosely around her frame. The wind blows a strand of dark hair across her face, and Loid almost reaches up to brush it aside without thinking. His hand clenches at his side. Perhaps it’s a good thing that he’s starting to fall into the doting husband role so easily, but he really needs to keep himself in check before he crosses any boundaries. 

16. At what point in the process do you come up with titles?

usually before i begin writing, or very early on in drafting! idk why but i don't like working on something if i don't have a name for it lol.

14. If you could see one of your fics adapted into a visual medium, such as comic or film, which fan fic would you pick?

OOHH i'd probably say "red skies".... of all my fics i feel like this one is the most "cinematic" (and i mean, it was very star wars inspired so that's part of the reason why i think lol).

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// Yume IDV, Eli Clark x OCSona

~🔮😺~

It was a silent night. Snow's falling outside the window. A light sound of steps was heard along the hallway of the spooky Manor. A woman,with a traditional outfit, was walking towards her way to somewhere. Her hair is black as the raven's feather, as smooth as silk, was tight loose on her right. Her skin is fair as a noble, her eyes black and shiny as the galaxy of the nightsky. She looks at the window along the hallway, admiring the beauty of the first night of winter. The Shrine Maiden Made her way towards her room after some night stroll. She loves winter. A smile creep up on her face, forming a soft yet gentle smile plestered on her beautiful face. She walks as she was fighting the dark in the hallway to a find a door, a balcony door.

She closed the door and walks towards the edge. Who knows that, a little friend was greeting her. Well, a little company from an adorable owl was good choices, "Hello there. What a beauty of the night you are," She speaks as the owl scoot closer to her, rubbing her head on her arms. She immidiately pets her head, the owl was a spoiled little one, but the Maiden didn't mind at all.

The night was silent again. Only the songs of the winter lady was heard through out the cold night. A Maiden and an owl, was enjoying their time admiring the beauty of the first falling snow, who knows that someone also wanted to join. The Maiden didn't realize a steps behind her, "A lady shouldn't stay at this hour," A familiar voices was echoing through the balcony. Surprised, she looks behind. A man with black robe and blindfold was smiling at her. The owl didn't bother and keep perching on the balcony's edge rubbing feathery head to the Maiden's touch, "Mr.Clark?" The man was a Seer, the humble one. He walks towards the Maiden, and lean to the balcony's edge beside her. The Maiden was silent, as well as the Seer. The Seer decide to take off his shawl and give it to the Maiden, "It's the first falling snow, it's really cold this night. More than the winter wonderland," He said. The Maiden scoofed, feeling the warm shawl circled on her neck and shoulder, "Thank you, Mr.Clark," The man smiled, "I told you to call me Eli, My lady," The Maiden softly giggled, "And I told you to just called me Os," she said.

The two stood there in silent for who knows how long. Looking around the Manor from the balcony as well as the falling snow, the shining stars, and the moonlight. The wind slowly blowing their hair strand, making it dancing, "How cold," the Seer sigh, that sooner was changed to gasp when he felt a warm feeling on his shoulder, "Let's just share your shawl alright~" the Maiden said. Red was soon creeped to the humble Seer face. He never expected this, because he didn't dare to peek on the future about them together. Let them be, his heart said. The Seer softly cough, "In that case," he take off his gloves and 'handed' the Maiden his pale palm, "My hand are cold too. Would you mind to warm them up?" The Maiden giggled at his flirt attempt, "I'd love too," She hold his hand softly while smiling. The Seer then moved closed to her until their shoulder touching each other, "You really are warm," He said. The Maiden smiled, "I'm flattered. I'm also glad you enjoyed my warmth even though I'm a cold-blooded," the sound of happy laughter soon filled the cold night as the two distinct heart enjoying their time.

The Seer softly squeezed her hand, making the Maiden attention changed to him. The Seer's face was flushed in red, but he doesn't care at all, "Can I ask for 1 more thing ?" He ask in almost as a whisper tone, "Sure," the Maiden answered. The humble man bring his face closer to her, almost an inches away. The Maiden can feel his warm breath, as well as her flustered red face, "My lips are cold too. Would you mind to warm them up ?"

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