#also also also i think Light definitely gave L's forehead a very very tender kiss after this

[qeyond]

You're my safe house.

#qeyond sucks #lawlight #death note #l lawliet #light yagami #idk how i feel about the lighting but ANYWAY #prompt was Lawlight slipped some edibles to chill their asses out during the yotsuba arc #they spent what felt like hours lost in a sea of carpet in their room #they eventually found each other again and got closer than theyve ever been #twisting their fingers through each others hair and tangling their gazes till sunset #theyll probably be embarrassed about this later and go back to hating each other #but this moment will stick in their minds forever. unrelenting. <3 #q art #i really dont know how i feel about how this one came out but i sure tried ksdhfkjsdf #edit: made the colors a little less desaturated ?? #also also also i think Light definitely gave L's forehead a very very tender kiss after this #like lips lingering for soooo long #L just shut his eyes and drifted away like a really content cat - w-

[starlight-writes-stuff]

SO HEAR ME OUT an nsfw alphabet for draco

hey bestie - im literally so excited to do this (: i have a guilty pleasure of reading nsfw alphabets so u really hit the nail on the head with this request . n e ways , enjoy !

AYO LOOK AT THESE ! : smut (duh but still) , hair pulling , breeding k!nk , unprotected sex (wrap it b4 u tap it) , masturbation , choking , light bondage , praise kink , general adult themes and content so please only read if ur okay with that .

reblogs are always appreciated ! <3 ☁  ☁  ☁  ☁  ☁  ☁  ☁  ☁  ☁  ☁  ☁  ☁  ☁  ☁  ☁  ☁  ☁  ☁  ☁  ☁

a = aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

draco is the literal definition of a fluff fic after sex - hes so soft and loving and affectionate . if the sex was on the rougher side , draco goes out of his way to kiss any bruises , cuts , or red marks he may have left on you, soothing the sinfully painful spots with soft touches of his suddenly gentle fingertips.  

b = body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

draco is built like a greek mf god , and he knows it . he’s all lean , toned muscles and his alabaster pale skin only makes him look more ethereal . draco is quite proud of his body and isn’t afraid to show off if needed.

draco literally loves everything about you , and you’ve tried over and over to get him to pick his most favorite - he never does it because he’s a stubborn little shit and refuses to let you think that he values one part of you over any other . finally , you wore him down to coming up with a top 3 : your hands , your hair , and your chest .

 your hands as they fit perfectly in his , they brush his hair out of his eyes with a gentleness that melts him every time (and the way you dig your nails into his back or his arms iykyk) . 

draco loves your hair mostly because its the exact opposite of his own ; long , thick , and chocolate brown . he’s constantly playing with your hair , whether that's running his hands through it or gently tugging on it to get your attention . he would kill you if you ever told anyone , but draco taught himself how to braid your hair so he would have something repetitive to do to calm his anxiety .

 draco loves your chest : he's such a boob guy . he is such a boob guy . even in a non-sexual context , draco loves having his hands up your shirt just feeling how soft your breasts are , the way that he can feel your heartbeat if you’re still enough . when things are getting *frisky* draco loves your tits - in his hands , using his mouth on them , titty-fucking you , literally everything . 

c = cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

draco has a huge breeding kink , but is simultaneously terrified of getting you pregnant. he knows that he wants to be a dad eventually , but draco malfoy is the king of daddy issues™ and can’t fathom having a child right now .

that doesn’t stop him from filling you up with his cum every time you guys fuck - draco loves watching your face as you take his entire load , begging him not to pull out . 

once he does , though , draco’s head is immediately between your legs watching his manhood drip out of you , fingering it out of you while you whimper at the way he seems to hit all the right spots . 

he’s extremely thankful for the tiny , yellow birth control pills that you’re on , and he reminds you every day to take them .

d = dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

draco had never , ever said i love you to someone during or after sex until the two of you had your first time . now , its a normal occurrence for draco to tell you how much he loves you as he thrusts into your pretty , fucked out body . he lets his forehead fall to yours , moaning the words in between heavy breaths as he finishes inside you .

e = experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

draco had a couple of hookups , and a complicated friends with benefits situation before the two of you got together , so he was somewhat experienced by the time you guys finally got down to it . he made sure you felt so good the entire time , using every trick in his book to make you cum around him over and over until he reached completion as well . 

f = favorite position (this goes without saying)

draco is a sucker for regular old missionary . he likes being able to watch your face as you take every inch of him , watching your facial expressions change and morph under the influence of his pleasure . if he’s eager to feel you - all of you - draco will hook one of your legs over his shoulders , giving him better access to your sex . this is the one instance where draco wont keep eye contact with you : he can't resist watching himself slide in and out of you , coated in your cum .

however

he's an absolute sucker for you riding him , too . he loves to let you take control and chase your pleasure - plus the visual of you bouncing up and down on his cock , eyes rolling back into your head as you hit all the right spots is enough to send him over the edge . if you get tired while on top , draco will gladly hold your hips in place , fucking up into you until you practically collapse into him , entirely taken over by the force of your orgasm. 

g = goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

intimacy is something that didn’t come easy for you and draco; he’d never been with someone that he actually loved before you . there was a deep intensity to the emotions shared between you two during sex , and draco viewed that time between the both of you as something almost sacred . foreplay , or just general teasing can be silly with you two , but making love is more serious . 

h = hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

draco keeps himself trimmed , but not entirely clean shaven , and the hair down there is darker than his signature white-blond locs .

i = intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

(refer back to g but i could talk about this for days) draco is incredibly romantic when it comes to sex . your first time was like something out of a movie - draco had lit candles everywhere , filling the room with soft , flickering light , as well as changing the sheets on your bed to a soft , white cotton . he’d taken his time making you comfortable ; you and draco had talked through all your fears for hours before he laid a hand on you . once you were ready , draco’s touches had been soft and slow and tender all over your body - he’d made you feel like the angel you were . quickly , you learned that draco wasn’t like that just because it had been your first time ; draco made an effort to make sex just as special every time. 

j = jack off (masturbation headcanon)

draco was raised thinking that masturbation was a shameful act , something dirty and below him (you literally can not tell me that this isn't true i'll fight it until the day i die . as much as i love narcissa the malfoy family fkn sucks and they damaged draco so bad . anyways) so it’s very rare that he’ll get himself off. when he does , its somewhere where he can quickly get rid of the evidence , such as the shower . 

k = kink (one or more of their kinks)

while draco makes sex between you two meaningful and special , that doesn’t mean that he’s afraid to be rough (after yall have had a long talk about it before where you gave him enthusiastic consent ofc . ) 

draco loves to pull your hair or wrap a hand around your throat while he’s hitting it from the back , so much so that he’ll bring your back up to his chest . 

he really enjoys a bit of light choking here and there - just enough to watch your pretty face flush with blood , making your moans the slightest bit weaker . 

draco loves to tie your hands up above your head while he’s eating you out as well ; it makes you take all the pleasure he’s willing to give , and he lives for the way your body writhes and bucks under his skillful tongue. 

you literally can not tell me that draco doesn’t have a praise kink - both giving and receiving . draco loves to tell you how good of a job your doing whether you're sucking him off or taking all of him inside you , and he’s constantly reassuring you that you’re doing such a good job.

however

he fucking loves when you praise him as well (my theory as to why is so fkn sad so we wont go over that here) but that boy lives for you telling him how good he’s making you feel , and when you encourage him nodding and whining for him to go faster . its the one thing that undoes him almost immediately , and he flushes furiously every time you tell him just how fantastic he’s doing .  

l = location (favorite places to do the do)

you and draco rarely get it on outside of your bedrooms at hogwarts , or your childhood rooms when you’re home for the summer - but there’s an exception to every rule. draco has absolutely ruined you in the quidditch changing rooms after a rather brutal loss , and he’s the king of shower sex , too.

m = motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

praise !! draco loves you telling him how good his dick feels , or his tongue , or his hands . he also appreciates when you’re rather direct with him - telling draco exactly where you want him , what you want him to do - it drives him absolutely insane . hearing such dirty words come from your sweet , innocent mouth kills him , and it makes draco that much more excited.

n = no (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

there's nothing draco wouldn’t try at least once , but he’s rather uncomfortable with voyeurism. he hates the idea of anyone else seeing your body , watching how you wriggle and whine underneath him as he makes you cum . while the two of you have done it in some questionable locations , draco had made sure that no one could see . 

o = oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

while draco loves your mouth wrapped around him , that boy could spend all day between your legs . he's nothing short of obsessed with eating you out , and its one of his favorite things to do for you . he cant help the way it makes him feel - hearing you whimper and moan while you pull on his hair , your back arching off the bed when his tongue flicks in just the right way . he gets a sort of high from it , and absolutely prides himself on making you cum with just his tongue . 

p = pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

it really depends on the day . draco loves fucking you slow , watching his manhood slide in and out of your pretty body coated in your arousal , but he cant resist fucking you so hard he leaves bruises , either . if its just a regular day , the two of you fall somewhere in between , a perfect mix of rough and sweet . 

q = quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

draco loves a good quickie every once in a while ! sometimes he needs a release , and your body is his favorite vessel . usually quickies are where the two of you get a little more risky - he’ll grab your arm , pulling you into an empty classroom or the shower and take you then and there . 

r = risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

yes and no . draco would try anything and everything , especially if you asked him to , but there are some things that are a one-and-done for him . the two of you are good at talking about that stuff - if something made one of you uncomfortable , the other would understand 100% . its all about the balance of boundaries and still being adventurous. 

s = stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

draco would fuck you all day if you would let him . he can make you cum many , many times before he’ll allow himself to even get close , and even then his stamina is through the roof . he can go at least 3 rounds if not more , and switch positions as many times as you’d like . 

t = toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

while draco doesn’t mind you using toys on yourself , they do make him slightly jealous . you gently tease him about this sometimes , how he works himself into a sulk over an inanimate object - however, that usually leads to your hands tied to his headboard , draco holding a vibrator on your clit until you can’t take anymore orgasms. 

you two have expirimented with using your vibrator during sex , but draco much prefers playing with your clit over using an outside source , and seretly , you do too . he’s amazing with his hands , and rubs tight , fast circles onto your sensitive nub while his hips snap against yours only intensifying the sensation .

u = unfair (how much they like to tease)

draco loves to tease you - he likes to watch the way you come undone under the slightest touches of his hands . very rarely does he tease you for long - he can’t resist giving you what you want , what you’re begging him for in that high , breathy voice .

v = volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

he’s a loud motherfucker all the time , and the bedroom is no exception . draco’s moans are music to your ears , and they turn you on more than anything . his already rough voice only gets raspier , and deeper , too . he loves to talk dirty to you , but as he approaches his orgasm , he can barely form full sentences . his cocky pillow talk turns to almost desperate moans and whimpers as his thrusts get sloppier and quicker , his hips snapping against yours hard . his groans as he cums are heavenly , especially since he’s usually buried his head in your neck or dropped his forehead to yours by then . 

w = wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

we all know that draco have a superiority / god complex (as he should 😌) , and this manifests in the bedroom - you would’ve never known , though , if it weren’t for a complete accident . you and draco had been studying together , and he’d asked one of the yes or no questions written on a flashcard .  not thinking about your actions , you’d answered the question with “no, sir” - then physically felt draco’s entire body stiffen underneath you . you’d picked up on it immediately , blood flooding your face as you’d asked him if he liked it .

yes , he did .

he loves when you call him sir as he’s fucking the life out of you - like , he has to stop himself from cumming on the spot . 

when you want to fuck with him for whatever reason , you’ll jokingly call him ‘sir’ in front of your friends

you’ll pay for it later , though

x = x-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

mans is built in every sense of the word . draco is quite well endowed , which was something that took you a bit to get used to . he was never one to measure - it just seemed wrong to him , like he was doing something dirty - but by your estimations , draco is about 7 inches . he’s thicker than most , too , which only adds to your pleasure . 

y = yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

draco lives in a constant state of horny™ . he can’t help it - something about you brings out his most primal instincts . he’s so in love with you and your body that he can rarely keep his hands off of it , but he knows how to control himself . he tries to match your sex drive ; when yours is high , his is too , but he doesn’t mind waiting on you to give him the green light if you’re libido has been lower . 

z = zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

its safe to say that the both of you are extremley tired after sex - its quite the workout . draco is so soft once he’s finished , and he would live in that post-sex haze forever if he could ; he’s all sweet kisses and skin-to-skin contact , but he’ll usually wait until you fall asleep on him before he can drift off . something about making sure that you’re comfortable enough to sleep on him fills draco with a sense of immense pride . once you’ve fallen asleep, depending on how vigorous everything was , draco will usually fade pretty soon after ; on the off chance that he still has some energy , draco stays up and watches you . he looks at you as if you were a piece of art , usually following the soft lines and curves of your face with a gentle finger ; admiring you like the angel you are .

#draco #malfoy #dracomalfoy #draco malfoy #hp #alphabet #oneshot #blurb #request #ns/fw alphabet

[physicalturian]

Did a full 180° - AFAB!Reader X Bokuto Koutarou

Summary : Bokuto has a day off, but when you're off on campus, you get a textfrom him an understand he feels lonelyso you return at the apartment to cheer him up. Cheering up happens, and a whole change of mood too [No pronouns used for the reader, no physical description; Everyone +18] [AFAB!Reader]

Reader on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/27535102

Warnings: smut; protected sex; slight daddy kink; hair pulling; clawing; penis in vagina sex.

When I woke up this morning, I had the pleasure to have my sleeping boyfriend next to me. It was one of his rare days off, one of the rare times he did not have to wake up at an unbelievably early time. It also meant one of those rare times I had the chance to snuggle up closer to his warmth before having to drag myself out of bed to get on campus. For a moment, I considered not going to that study group in the morning, that way I could spend more time with the beautiful man that was sprawled on my bed, but I knew it was the only way I’d force myself to study. Thus, it was with a lot of reticence that I left the bedroom, giving one last glance at his peaceful sleeping form before closing the door delicately behind myself as I got cleaned and changed in the bathroom.

 On my way to campus, I walked by a bakery to get a few pastries to eat on the way, taking a few for Koutarou once he wakes up. He sure had an appetite, so pastries may not be enough, knowing him we’d probably order in too. Fortunately, the group meeting was not supposed to last long, probably 4 hours at max, which meant I’d probably come back before Bokuto would wake up. My overexcited brain was already thinking of going back home and lazying around with him, simply enjoying one another’s company and sharing what was on our mind the moment it crossed it. Argh, focus. Focus, you’ll have the rest of the day to think of him, touch him, and be with him. Study mode, on. Head not empty, smart thoughts. I scolded myself as I stepped inside the large hall that was filled with tables and chairs, a lot of them empty since it was the morning; Sweeping my eyes across the room, I saw my friends at the table, coffee cup in hand and tired faces falling to the ground.

 I chuckled lowly to myself while making my way towards them, a wide smile on my face. “Why, hello morning people. Looking fine I see! Ready for some brain time?” their response was to grunt and dramatically let their head fall on their papers, the heaviest sigh leaving their lips. Actually, three of them were like that, the fourth one however was smiling tiredly as he greeted me with weak voice. The one on my left grabbed my arm to stop me from rummaging through my bag and looked at me in pure astonishment. “You’re too energetic in the morning, it’s gross. Next time we’ll study at 9pm- because, you see, those are the peak hours. It’s the best time to study, fresh air, leftover foods, and you can drink alcohol-“ “Alright, but you can eat right now too, you know, nothing’s stopping you. Also, I don’t think alcohol helps with focusing mate.” I said playfully, making my friend roll her eyes as she slumped on her arm in one last desperate move to get some sleep.

 Nudging the sleepy people awake once more, I tried to motivated them to study, and the only way I could do that was to say that there will be a break in an hour or so. Which happened after a while, it was a bit slow at first to get everyone’s brain started, but once it was active, and the caffeine had kicked in, they were ready to go.

 During the second break, it was around 11.15 am, I received a message from Bokuto asking me where I was. Surprised to see him awake to early, I thought his body was used to his routine and didn’t pay it any mind when I answered that I was studying on campus. His answer was, ‘Oh, ok. U coming back soon?’ there weren’t any emojis, any hearts. And that, worried me, greatly. I knew how he was; I knew he had ups and downs depending on the time, and maybe I was reading too much into it but there was definitely something off with him. So, I excused myself from my friends, telling them I needed to make a quick phone call.

Pressing his contact on my screen, I waited a few seconds before hearing him pick up and clear his throat before speaking. “Babe? Why are you calling, do you miss me already?” I knew, from the forced cheeriness that he was feeling bad. I did not know why, but I knew he wasn’t feeling 100% today. “Kou, what’s wrong? Please, be straight with me?” I didn’t want to push him, but I wanted him to be honest. Since he hadn’t replied right away, I walked further away where there wasn’t any hubbub and whispered into the phone. “Babe please answer me…” I heard him let out a shaky breath, then heard a shuffle on the other end of the line before his soft voice came through. “I’m just- lonely. I woke up and you weren’t there- and I feel really bad right now, and-“ he sniffled, using a tissue, to wipe his tears probably, “When are you coming back? I can wait for you, I’m sorry for-“ “I’m leaving right now, I’ll tell them there was an emergency. I’m not letting you be alone in that state, Koutarou.”

 He hummed in agreement, but did not say much more. Since he did not hang up, I assumed he wanted to stay on the phone a little bit longer, so I stayed, but still walked back to the table with my friends. With my phone still in hand and pressed on my ear, I gave them a nervous smile, “Hey guys, there’s been an emergency, I have to leave right now. Could we continue this later this week? I just, I really have to go, it’s super important.” “It’s ok, it’s all good. We’ll uh, do something in the meantime, but yeah sure we’ll reschedule that shit, no worry. You go take care of your man.” My friend then winked at me, and I was surprised they understood right away. Appreciative of their understanding, I gave them a curt nod and packed my stuff before rushing outside, and throwing my bag over my shoulder. “Are you still there Kou?” There was a muffled sound of something moving, then a thud, followed by a groan. I think I even heard a metallic noise, like a rattling but I did not know what I was.

 “Yeah, thank you babe… I love you, you know that, right? I just really miss you right now…” he mumbled. And while he mumbled, I could hear the way his throat was strained, his feeling getting caught in it as he spoke without much energy. I smiled and hummed softly, telling him that I loved him too, and that I also missed him tons. When he heard that, he breathed out a soft ‘Yeah?’ and I think I heard the faintest smile as he said so. And I proceeded to rant on all the things I loved about him, of course, I did not have time to list everything that I had reached our shared flat and was unlocking the door to the apartment. “I’m home, where are you babe?” I asked gently as I dropped my stuff on the counter and opened the door to the bedroom, only to be greeted by our drawn curtains and undone bed, no one in it.

 From the corner of my eye, I saw a shadow move in the room and realized it was the door to the closet. I quickly understood and hung up, rushing to the spot and opening it wide, finally seeing my partner sitting in the corner of the closer, his knees close to his chest with his arms wrapped around it. He hadn’t even gotten dressed; he was just in his boxer. And even though he was well-built, he looked so small like that; Looking down at him, I smiled before sitting down with him, my hands on his knees as I asked him to move his arms, which he did. “Is it a down day?” I asked, knowing full well the answer. He nodded. “Okay,” brushing his hair back, I brought him in a short tender kiss then pulled back, his face still sad. “Can you move back to the bed? I’ll join you in thirty seconds, okay?” Raising the corner of his lips into a small smile, he nodded as he pulled us up.

 I rushed to the windows and opened the curtains wide. Staying in the dark never helped with feeling down, so even though he complained about the light I let the light come through. Turning back towards him I took of my shoes and slid in bed with him, throwing the blanket over us as I did so. “Hello handsome.” I whispered right in front of his face, the blanket covering us over our heads made the situation a lot more intimate and it felt so nice. “Hey pretty face,” he replied, his smile a bit wider than before which was quite a relief. I grinned back and brought him in another kiss, that he returned desperately before we both pulled away and I kissed his cheeks, his forehead, his chin, his lips again, before asking him to turn around.

 Bokuto was a large man, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t be a little spoon. Everyone needed to be hugged, to felt love and safe, and at this very moment he needed it so bad. So, I wrapped my arm over his shoulders and my leg over his hips before pulling him as close as I could to me. And just like that, he felt relieved, the tension in his body left as he brought a hand to his face. A bit unsure of what was happening, I placed a kiss on the back of his shoulder and tried to peak at his face. “Everything good, Kou?” I ask, barely over a whisper.

 I felt him shake a bit, then, after a few minutes, felt the rumble of his chest as he spoke, “I’m- yeah- I just- I’m actually so relieved right now. I don’t know- I don’t know why I was feeling so depressed- but now that you’re here it’s like… it’s awesome you know?” I did know, I understood how he felt. But it looked like he needed to explain it in more depth. Shuffling in my hold, he turned around, but grabbed my arm to put it back on his side, and brought my leg high on his thigh. His eyes widened for a second, then his cheeks flushed a darker color. “Fuck you’re actually so fucking gorgeous- but I was saying- it’s like- uh, when you were gone, there was this, this weight in my chest, and really hated it. I wanted you, I wanted to hug you- so when you did, it really lifted that weight off my chest, like literally.” I nodded, and rubbed his back once he finished.

 “I’m glad I could help, but for safety measures I think I should probably stick with you the whole day.” His face lit up, like fairy lights. It was the most adorable sight, so genuine and sincere it made my heart go crazy. Bringing his face closer to my chest, I heard him sigh in content as he wrapped his arms around my waist. I tightened my embrace around him, knowing he liked his hugs a bit tight, it comforted him. “Babe?” his speech was a bit muffled from being spoken against my shirt, but I had heard him, so I hummed inquiringly. “Are you mad that I interrupted your study sess’?” I huffed a laugh at his question, how thoughtful could he be even when feeling down?

 I shook my head, but quickly spoke when I realized he couldn’t see me. “Not at all, and also I don’t mind that you’re feeling down- and I’m okay with not doing anything today- and I love you and you can take all the time you need today, we can stay all day in bed. As long as you’re here, I’m happy.” Every time I was done with one thing, he was ready to ask another question, his insecurity-filled mind playing tricks on him. But I was ready to reassure him, he needed it, and I was giving it. He had to know he hadn’t done anything wrong. It took him a few seconds to take in what I had said, then he suddenly pulled back, his hands planted on the mattress as he was kneeling, sitting on his heels. The blanket that was covering us was now almost entirely off of me, since his whole body was like a pole for our own little tent.

 The sudden change of attitude surprised me, but I was going with the flow; He was smiling and that’s all that mattered to me really. “We can do plenty in bed babe.” He grinned before pulling the blanket off of us and crawling on the bed and between my legs. I felt a shiver ran down my spine from the sudden loss of warmth but couldn’t help the grin that made its way on my face. “Are you serious, Kou?” I breathed out, not believing how fast he was at changing the atmosphere around us. He leaned in and started bringing his hands slowly from my knees to my waist where he held the hem of my shirt and lifted it gently, looking at me in the eyes. As he lowered himself, he kissed my stomach once, “Very serious, you can’t blame me babe, have you seen how hot you are?” he asked dramatically as he kept leaving kisses on my exposed skin. I gasped at the sudden feeling of his tongue on my skin and gripped his hair to stop him, already feeling hot all over. “Kou, I was going to make this day all about you-“ Interrupting me, his face was suddenly looming over mine, a wide smile on it. “Making me feel good is about me, right?”

 Rolling my eyes, I felt my cheeks heat up at what he was insinuating, so I huffed a laugh and nodded, “Yeah I guess so, sure.” Happy, he crashed his lips on mine and kissed me once more, it was needy, I could feel how much he wanted this through only his kiss. Both of us were smiling “Good, good, because you feeling good makes me happy too- and I’m about to make you feel real good,” he put an emphasis on the real, as he pulled me closer and rolled his hips against mine. Smiling broadly, he asked me to wait a moment, and left the bed a second to come back with his hair pulled back by a hard headband. “I didn’t have time to style my hair after my shower this morning- do I look good?” While it was formulated like a question, he knew he looked good, and he knew I found him attractive. But I played along.

 “Bokuto Koutarou, do you realize that you’re a piece of art?” His cheeks flushed pink and his eyes were twinkling with pure joy; Leaning back on top of me, placing his hands on each side of my face after he spread my legs to settle between them. “Yeah? Go ahead, keep talking babe,” he whispers as he began kissing my neck gently at first, his tongue darting out to leave a trail of saliva on my skin before biting it just hard enough to get a reaction out of me. I cocked my head to the side to give him a better access, and let my hands wander over his back, “You’re- fuck you’re uh, good- you’re a great player and-“ I heard him laugh against my skin before leaning back, smirking. “That’s it? Babe I thought you liked me for my personality,” he pouted dramatically before chuckling and teasingly asking me what was wrong.

 I could only scoff before meeting his gaze, “I can’t focus for shit, my mind is just blank because all I can think about is your touch, your hands all over my body and your tongue-“ “You’re right babe, I should use my tongue more! Alright, here, how about you undress for me, then you come sit on my face?” I stared at him wide eyes for a few seconds, then managed to utter, “I didn’t say that at all, but I’m definitely not against it you want to, like I’m very much okay with that if you’d like to do that-“ I said quickly as I rolled out of bed to remove all items of clothing I was wearing, while doing that my boyfriend was looking at me intently; His tongue licking his lips while observing me, “I love your enthusiasm babe, you’re so good to me.” I felt my whole body heat up at his words, he had a way to make me feel comfortable no matter the circumstances. And seeing the way his eyes were roaming my body like it was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen, sent a butterfly in my stomach.

 When I dropped my last piece of clothing on the floor, I looked up at him with an excited smile, “Are you sure-“ I barely had time to speak that he grabbed my hand and pulled me to the bed, asking me to sit on his lap first. When I did, he took in the sight, his eyes wide in awe. “I’ll never get enough of you,” giving me a once over, he cursed under his breath, “Shit you’re so hot babe. The things you do to me!” he said quickly before leaning over and slowly planting kisses from my navel to my chest, his teeth barely scraped my neck before he grabbed my chin between his index and thumb and kissed me fervidly. I could feel his smile as we kissed, and hopefully he could feel mine, it was a bit messy, but oh was it filled with so much love. His hands were gripping my thighs tightly and without a warning he spread them wide before pulling me against his crotch. I laughed and had to hold onto his shoulders as he let himself fall down on the pillows.

 When the kiss was broken, we were breathless, our lips slightly swollen and I could feel my cheekbones hurting from all the smiling, which wasn’t bad. “Alright babe, come on, sit on my face, because there are other lips I’d like to kiss-“ “Koutarou oh my god-“ hitting his shoulder without any force, I then leaned in while holding his face and kissed him one more tender time before chuckling nervously. “Hit the back of my leg if you want me to get off of you, okay?” as I rose, my hands on the headboard, he made a noise and told me to stop, I sat back on his chest, and saw his smirking face. “It has to be something I wouldn’t do babe, and I don’t think I could stop myself from spanking you, you know? Have you seen how good looking you are? I want to make you make all kind of sounds, and I’m sure you’d make the prettiest one if I spanked you while fucking you with my tongue, you know?”

 My laugh got caught in my throat and I made a stupid strain noise as I looked down at his ecstatic expression. “I- you are entirely right, I definitely want to feel my favorite spiker’s hand hitting me hard.” Exhaling a long breath through his nose, he grinned mischievously before muttering he’d hit the headboard if he needed to stop, then he pulled me up to his face without further warning. I yelped as his strong hands gripped my ass, and rested my knees on each side of his face. I barely had time to put my hands on the headboard that his tongue darted out of his mouth and I felt the strong muscle brush against my core. A mute gasp left my mouth and I looked down at his face, he was starting slow, his eyes observing each of my reaction before speeding up. With that followed more sinful sounds; With each stroke of his tongue, my breath was getting heavier. He was smiling against my skin, I felt it. I also felt a jolt of electricity ran through my body when he moved one of his hand from my backside to use his thumb to play with my sensitive nub.

 I couldn’t help the loud “Fuck” that escaped my lips, and it made him chuckle, the vibration of his laugh sending even more pleasure coursing through my being. I couldn’t control myself and pressed on his face for more, I even took hold of his messy hair, my free hand still gripping the headboard like my life depended on it. The sounds coming from his work were even more sloppy, it was embarrassing and yet it turned me on; When I looked down at his face once more, he had a determined and teasing look on his face, when our eyes met, the strokes of his tongue started going faster and so did his circling on my clit. All I could muster between my strangled moans and panting, was the repetition of his name, “Kou, fuck, fuck, Kou”, it only fueled his pride.

 When I tried to roll my hips, he held me in place first before spanking my ass as strong as he could from the angle he was in. Clearly, it wasn’t as powerful as he would usually do it, but it felt just as good. I moaned loudly in response, and gripped his hair tighter before muttering an apology and moving my hand back to the headboard. Without ever stopping he grabbed my hand again and moved it to his hair once more, I understood he did not mind, so I resumed my action.

 At some point, when I said I was getting close, he stopped circling my clit and I groaned at the lack of stimulation but he quickly replaced his finger by his mouth and started sucking it. He kept switching between licking, giving long strokes of his tongue, then sucking my nub. After some time, the knot in my stomach had reached its peak and I let out a throaty moan when I finally came.

 My knees felt weak, and my entire body was burning but fuck did it feel good. I shuffled off of him to sit on his lap once more, and he sat up soon after, with the most gorgeous smile painted on his lips. I could see his skin glistening from my juice, and it made my face heat up even more. From his reaction, I think he understood, that’s why he used the back of his hand to wipe his mouth. “See, that’s how I like to start the day- fuck breakfast when I can eat you out, you know?” “For fuck sake, Kou- you’re- okay, you know what? I’ll ignore that sentence, because I don’t know how to reply to that.” I laughed before pushing him down. His eyes widened, and so did his smile, before he continued, “You can tell me how good I made you feel, and you’d love for me to fuck you.” I rolled my eyes and hummed at his words, mumbling that I could do that, yes.

 Slowly caressing his chest, I traveled his upper body at an agonizing pace. My hands roamed from his stomach, to his shoulders, to his hands that I moved to my waist for him to grip. “You make me feel so good, all the time Kou.” I whispered before placing a kiss on his chest, then looking up at him again, “And I love you, so much.” I kissed his neck. “And you’re such a great boyfriend.” And kissed his lips softly, his was reacting so strongly to each of my words. Every time he would tighten his hands on my waist, grounding against me with a needy moan. “And you’re so fucking pretty, and I want you to fuck me.” I finally said, right next to his ear. He was always responsive to soft words, while the man loved to fuck, he also loved to make love, he could be rough, but also so gentle. But when the compliments were returned to him, he turned into a puddle before coming back stronger.

 “Fuck babe, fuck- get me the condom, I so want to fuck you right now.” I could feel his erected member under my crotch as I got off of him to grab a condom from the drawer along some lube and handed them to him. Hurriedly, he sat up and opened the condom package with his teeth, I gave him a warning look but he gave me a thumbs up. “I didn’t break it, promise, I’m excited.” He said with a piece of the package between his teeth. He then scrambled to take his boxers off and roll the condom onto his cock, discarding the package on he ground as he laid back down.

 With his pretty grin, he patted his thighs and said “Come to daddy,” I rolled my eyes but did as he asked, grabbing the bottle of lube as I did so. Spurting some of the liquid on my hand, I then wrapped it around his cock to spread the lube all over. “So, I have to call you daddy, uh?” I said seductively while looking him in the eyes, his mouth was wide open while staring at me then he closed it, his eyes darkening. “Shit it’s actually hot babe, I was kidding but it’s actually hot-“ he seemed confused but still looked so hot, I continued what I was doing, squeezing his cock a bit tighter while doing so. When I thought it was enough, I spread some lube where Bokuto’s lips had previously been then moved higher on his lap to slowly lower myself onto his cock.

 I took my time to not rush things and get use to his size, but even like that it felt good. Perhaps was it because I could hear his praises as I lowered myself slowly, his soft voice telling me I was doing so good, that I was almost done and I was taking him so well. His hands were roaming my body like he had never touched it before, and was complimenting each part of my body while kissing them when he could. Once I felt comfortable enough, I rolled my hips a few times, earning moans from my boyfriend. “Fuck babe, can I be rough today? I really want to fuck you good, but like if you don’t, it’s alright I’m good with that too but-“ “Yes, yes, you can be rough, I would really like that too… Daddy.” It felt weird to call him that, but it seemed to spark something in him as he gripped me tightly and turned me over so that I was the one laying on my back, with him on top.

 “Just this time, you can moan that- and my name too, actually scream my name because I’m about to make you feel so good, I want everyone to know, alright babe?” It was said with such an innocent look, but his eyes were saying otherwise. He had lust in them, he had that strong look that send jolts to my core. He looked so hot like that, I only nodded in response but he shook his head, smirking. “Words babe, I want to hear you pretty voice,” he thrusted one time inside me, making me moan, then he stopped. “Here, let daddy hear more of that pretty voice.” I covered my eyes in embarrassment at the new addition, I didn’t want to get used to him saying that but the more he said it the more it suited him. “Alright, I won’t hold back.” He hummed in satisfaction and added, while slowly rolling his hips slowly, “That’s it, you’re so good to me.” Leaning over, he brushed his hand over my cheek and kissed me tenderly before starting thrusting.

 At first his thrusts were slow, we were both getting used to it slowly but he quickened the pace soon after; Our lips would desperately try to meet, to feel even closer that we already were, we would moan in the kiss, panting as we broke apart. I wanted to close my eyes and get lost in the pleasure but I also really wanted to see the expression on his face, the focus, the bliss on his face. He was simply gorgeous. I loved seeing his lips part as he’d let out a moan, each of them louder than the previous as he was getting closer.

 Grabbing the hard headband on his head, I tossed it aside and brought his face even closer than it already was, kissing him lustfully as my hands gripped his locks firmly. He groaned into the kiss, then grabbed one of my legs to place it above his shoulder to have a deeper access. I cried out his name at the change of angle, and moved one of my hand to my clit for more stimulation. Breaking the kiss once more, Bokuto was breathing heavily against my lips as he brushed his nose against mine, “I’m close, I’m so fucking close, are you close babe?” Huffing a laugh, as much as I could with my heavy breathing, I kissed him softy, our tongue battling for dominance until we pulled apart and I smiled. “Try harder pretty boy-“ the second those words left my mouth he started pounding inside me even harder.

 He abandoned my lips and sank lower on my body, kissing and sucking at each and every innocent spot a skin he laid his eyes on, attacking it. He was ravenous, his tongue traveling all over my body. When I clawed at his back, he suddenly bit me hard which sent me closer to the edge. “Do that again and I’m gone babe- fuck! No, actually, yeah, do it again, harder.” He breathed out, strained as he kept fucking me without ever stopping, I was getting closer too with his ministrations, feeling my whole body heat up more and more as the pressure in my lower stomach built up. Both moaning, I nodded, or tried, and followed his instruction, clawing his back in pleasure which made him lose it as he cried out my name in pure bliss, finally finding release. I whined his name when he stopped, his body sweating and holding me close, still inside me, “Kou you can’t do that to me, fuck please- don’t stop.” I panted, extending my arm to lift his head up and look him in the eyes.

 Grinning, he leaned towards the bedside table and grabbed something I couldn’t see from my spot, “I wasn’t planning on it,” he managed to breathed out, then suddenly resumed his thrusting, making me gasp in pleasure before arching my back to feel him more. My working hand was brought to a stop when my boyfriend grabbed it and placed it on his shoulder, “Let me,” he said in a low tone, then I heard the familiar muffled sound of my vibrator. I was about to tell him I was good without it, when he placed it right against my sensitive nub, and close to his cock too. “Oh fuck, fuck, Kou- it’s- god fuck,” I was gripping his shoulders with all my strength, arching my back to meet his thrusts and the toy, the bubble inside my lower stomach was growing, and growing at a fast pace. I think Bokuto was also close again from the non-stop moaning, and gentle words escaping his lips as he said this felt so good and that I was being so good to him.

 After a few minutes, I reached my peak and felt all the pressure in my body, leave as I moaned my lover’s name one more time before letting myself got limp in the mattress. I let him ride off his orgasm, which he reached quickly with the added vibration on his cock. After a moment, he moaned loudly and dropped the vibrator next to me before slumping on my other side, his chest rising and falling fast, trying to catch his breath. “You never told me that thing felt so good, we should definitely use it more often.” He managed to say, as he sat back down and took off the condom, tying it closed. “Why do you think I have it? Oh wait-“ Chuckling, I turned to the side and leaned on my hand as I watched my man throw the used condom and disappear from the room before coming back with a wet washcloth. “What?” He asked curiously as he kneeled on the mattress to clean my sore body.

 Looking at him with a grin, I sat up, wrapping the blanket around my shoulders. “Are we going to talk about the thing?” I’m sure I had a stupid smile on my face when I asked that, and it only confused him more. “Wait, what thing?” he asked quickly, pausing his washing. “The daddy thing.” I whispered playfully, elating nervous laugh from my boyfriend. His cheeks were already gaining color from the efforts, and now it was flushing in embarrassment. “Hey- that- I don’t know, ok? It sounded nice! I mean, I don’t want it to be a full-time thing, but like, if it happens again…” he shrugged, “I’d definitely be turned on, definitely, yes.” I hummed in understanding before grabbing the cloth from his hand and finishing cleaning myself before dropping it on the floor.

 “It was surprising for sure, but…” Smiling gently at him, I wrapped my hands behind his neck and pulled him down on me, throwing the blanket over both of us. “But it wasn’t too weird, I liked it.” I admitted, earning a surprised face from Bokuto who asked me if it was really ok, and I nodded. He sighed in relief before wrapping his arms around my waist, snuggling against my stomach. His hair was tickling my skin every time he’d move but I didn’t mind, if anything I was slowly falling asleep. “We should try new things,” he kissed my stomach softly then looked up at me smirking, “Because there’s a ton of thing I wanna do to you- oh and I can’t wait to show off what you did to me!” he then tried to peek at his back, where crimson red marks were displayed. At first, I felt bad to have done that, but seeing how satisfied he was with them being there, it only made me laugh.

 “Yeah, I will probably have to try to hide what you did to me, did you think I was ice cream or something?” I mumbled, looking down at the hickeys he had left all over my body. He laughed and started kissing all of them, muttering a sorry at each of them before finally looking up at me with a proud smile. “I mean… I haven’t had breakfast yet, so maybe I should eat more of you…” When he started lowering his face down between my legs once more, I gripped his biceps and pulled him up. “No, nope. Maybe later, but right now, we get out of bed, and we really eat. We gotta keep you in shape, star player.” I said softly before pulling the blankets off of us; However, I couldn’t leave the bed with how tight my boyfriend was holding me.

 Looking at him with a raised brow, I said his name in a warning tone. He only grumbled my name back, still holding me. “Please, can we just stay like that a bit longer, babe? I am so comfortable right now- and I really want to enjoy this moment with you because we hardly have times like because-“ I interrupted him with a stupid smile, “Alright, okay. But it’s just because you’re making valid points there, not because you’re stupidly cute like that.”

 With a beautiful grin painted on his face, he looked up at me once more, “Yeah? You think I’m cute?” I rolled my eyes and let my head fall back on the pillow, humming in agreement. “Yes, I think you’re cute. And very hot, and the way you use your hands-“ “Baaabe, I thought it was going to be sweet!” “Well excuse me, but right now all I can think about is your hands on my ass, so, it’s your fault really.” I shrugged, running my hand through his hair absent-mindedly.

 Snorting he gently brushed his hands on my back and spoke up, “Well, I love… your laugh, your smile… your voice, and you always make me happy! Whenever I see you, I just want to hold you close and never let you go.” I laughed nervously at his words and covered my face with a pillow in embarrassment, telling him to stop talking. Suddenly, the pillow the was covering my face was taken away and I was left staring at two golden orbs and one bright beautiful smile. “What is it?” I asked, confused. His only response was to kiss my nose, telling me I looked cute, before scurrying off the bed, “Let’s go eat, I wanna do stuff with you today! Come on, let’s go.”

 He helped me up my feet by holding my hands, and then handed me one of his shirts to wear. “And what are the plans for today?” I inquired, he shrugged in response, telling me he just wanted to spend our time together wisely. Then he looked back at me while putting on his boxer, “And maybe…” He approached me, placing his hands on my hips as I put on my pants, “Maybe we’ll continue where we left off,” he then slapped my ass hard, I gasped and turned around giving him a reprimanding look. “You don’t get to be hot right now, so you move your ass to the kitchen because I brought pastries.” He pouted and held my face gently in his hands, looking at me with pleading eyes, “Did you get the ones I like with the cream inside?”

 Huffing a laugh, I nodded; “Awesome! Alright, then let’s go! I’m actually starved- it’s funny to say you eat pussy, because it actually doesn’t really satiate much, you know?” I pushed him out of the room, my hands on his back, as I laughed loudly at his words. “Yeah, same for dicks you know, you suck dicks but they don’t taste that great.” I continued on the topic, making him laugh too. He then proceeded to talk about buying fruity condom, maybe that’d taste good.

 Dating Bokuto Koutarou was a roller coaster, there were ups and downs all the time, but I was there for him. Liking it a lot when he’d go down for sure.

#bokuto x reader #bokuto x gender neutral reader #gender neutral reader #afab reader #bokuto kotarou #bokuto kotaro #kotaro bokuto #haikyu #haikyuu #haikyuu!! #Haikyu!! #haikyu x reader #haikyu x afab reader

[winryofresembool]

Caleo fic: Future Talk

Summary: After Calypso returns from her quest to the zoo with Apollo, she and Leo have a much needed talk.

a/n: So, I'm currently about 300 pages into The Dark Prophecy... and honestly, it's been a giant struggle for me. Specifically, the Caleo scenes have been because I expected quite a lot but got very little. I love this ship so much and I just can't quite agree with the way Rick has presented them in this book. Almost all of their scenes together are just Leo making jokes and Calypso getting mad at him and it's getting pretty tiring even for me. Luckily, it's still fixable, and that's why I decided to write this fic! I like to think that there is actually way more happening behind the scenes than what Apollo tells us, and that, yes, C&L are able to have a normal conversation. On a positive side, I think the thought of them studying together is actually kind of neat, their new Waystation family is adorable (and definitely a good match for them), and I also loved the little shoutout to the garage idea at one point of TDP! 

Rant over, now please enjoy this fic and let me know what you think because that way you'll get more Caleo (and other) content from me more easily! Dedicated to @criis55 :3

genre: fluff

words: 1458

warnings: none (TDP spoilers in case you haven’t read it)

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After Calypso fainted in Leo’s arms, he and Josephine rushed her into the infirmary of Waystation. Thankfully, Jo’s treatment started working fast and when it became clear that she would be fine and Calypso convinced her she was feeling better, the older woman left the couple alone. An awkward silence fell into the room, both knowing there were many things they needed to address but not knowing how to start.

“You scared me there, Mamacita,” Leo said finally. “Are you really OK now?”

“Yes, I am. You do not have to mother me.”

Calypso realized from Leo’s expression that her response may have come out a bit harsher than she had meant, so she sighed and said: “I think we need to talk.”

“At least we agree on that,” Leo noted, sitting down on Calypso’s bed.

“We… we have been snapping at each other quite a lot lately,” she said quietly.

“We have,” Leo nodded seriously. “Do you think it’s because… well, we’ve had a lot going on since we left Ogygia?”

Calypso seemed to consider it for a moment. “Yes, that is probably a part of the reason. Not a day has passed since something dangerous has happened. I think coming here… this is the first time I feel somewhat safe. If you can call it safe when I was just almost killed at the zoo. And gods, even now there are all kinds of evil forces trying to get into this building.”

“When you go through it too many times, you start feeling dull towards it,” Leo noted. “Only so many monsters and earth goddesses you can blow up before you get bored.”

“I do not get how you can talk about that so calmly. You died, Leo,” Calypso said, sounding more upset about the thought than he had expected.

“Yeah, but I’m here now, Mamacita. Super-sized McShizzle has his ways to evade death.”

“Stop calling yourself like that, that is ridiculous,” Calypso pushed his shoulder, but Leo could see a hint of smile on her face.

“Oi, but you love me with my flaws and all. Right?” Leo’s eyes suddenly turned very serious. Truth to be told, that was the one thing he was worried about. What if… Calypso was with him just because she felt she owed him after he freed her from Ogygia… Or what if everything that had happened since they left the island had changed her opinion on him…

“Stupid. Do you think I would really still be here if I didn’t?” Calypso pointed out. “I do have my own will in case you haven’t noticed.”

“Right. Sorry. I just…”

Calypso’s expression softened. “You would think that a demigod who even beat my lovely grandmother would be surer of himself...” She put her hand on his cheek. “But believe me, I do not care about you out of obligation. I care about you for you. If I give you a hard time sometimes, it’s mainly because sometimes you do not know when to shut up. That does not mean that I don’t love you…”

Leo gave her a light kiss on the tip of her nose, a gesture surprisingly tender for him, and then rested his forehead against hers.

“Yo también te quiero... I was just worried because… I know that you leaving your home and becoming mortal and… all that…” he left consciously the part about her losing her powers out, “...has been hard on you. Sometimes when you look at me, I can see it in your face that you’re saying ‘this wouldn’t have happened if it weren’t for you’… Which I guess is partially true, but I need to know: are you mad at me for taking you away from Ogygia?”

A silence followed, as Calypso considered her answer. “No. Not really.” She shook her head. “Yes, it is true that I left Ogygia because of you. And I do miss it sometimes. The simple, comfortable life I had there. And my powers. And maybe the thought of death scares me a bit, especially since we’ve been so close to it so many times since we left. Sometimes, when things get bad, I seem to forget it was my decision to leave. While I was with Apollo, he reminded me of that, and even though I hated to hear it… It was probably something I needed to hear. You know it is hard for me to admit I am wrong, but I’m sorry, Leo. I should not have made you feel like that. None of it is your fault; we are just… victims of the circumstances.”

“Don’t worry about it. I think I can see where you’re coming from.” Then he turned his eyes to the direction where he imagined Apollo was in that moment, looking unimpressed. “The gods really don’t want to make things easy for us, do they?”

“No, I guess not,” Calypso chuckled a bit at the irony. “Even now there is one running around as a mortal and trying to get us mixed in his mess…”

Leo couldn’t help but snort.

”You know what? When this whole thing with Apollo is over… What would you say if we stayed here? For a longer period of time? You know, you could let Jo teach you some magic and Emmie would love to have some help with the gardening…”

“And what would you do?” Calypso asked curiously. It was clear Leo had already put a lot of thought into this.

“I’m sure Jo wouldn’t mind having another mechanic around… But I think… I never expected to say this but school sounds awesomely normal right now. I haven’t been in one since the Wilderness School where I met Jason and Piper so I have some catching up to do. If you want to, I’m sure we could sign you in too, but I suppose that could be weird for you.”

Calypso seemed to consider it. “Maybe. But it could also be a good way to learn more about this world. Meet new people who do not know anything about the mess that is our lives. Make sure my boyfriend doesn’t get into trouble again. I think it sounds great!”

“You’re so rarita, Sunshine,” Leo said but couldn’t help but smile. “But I like that! Maybe it motivates me to not skip classes when I get bored of the normalcy.”

“As long as you remember that no kissing in the classroom or school corridors!”

“Aww, babe, that’s mean!” Leo protested. “You’ll have to make up for that at home, then.”

“We’ll see about that,” Calypso rolled her eyes, but there was a twinkle in them. “Anyways. I think this will be a good thing. Maybe by staying here we will have time to maintain our relationship more too.”

“Wait… did I just hear correctly?” Leo asked teasingly. “Maintain? Like a machine? I’m not sure if you’re making fun of me or if you’re trying to amuse me.”

“Well, interpret that as you wish,” Calypso smirked. “Sorry about getting so mad about your machine comparisons, though. I guess it is simply easier for you to see things that way… with you being a Hephaestus son and all…”

“Yeah…” Leo turned more serious. “I didn’t mean to offend you with that… But I’ll try to use less mechanic language around you from now on.”

“It’s OK,” Calypso said, squeezing his hand reassuringly.

“Anyway, I tell you what!” Leo’s face brightened again. “When we have graduated from the high school – assuming of course that we’ll survive this madness that’s going on with Apollo – then… I’d like to rethink that garage idea of ours.”

“You still think about it?” Calypso asked, surprised and kind of touched that he remembered such a detail.

“Of course!” he exclaimed. “I meant it the same way I meant it when I said I’m gonna get you from your island.”

“That’s… sweet of you.”

“Of course I also want to show you more of the world but maybe we need a short break from traveling for now. To really take some time to get to know each other better and… think about what we want and… all.”

“You are right. That sounds great,” Calypso said, seeming notably more relaxed now than before the conversation. She leaned her head against his shoulder and sighed happily. There was one more worry in her mind, though, so after a while she added:

“Something tells me that Apollo is going to need your help soon. You had better stay alive to keep all the promises you just made or I will come and kill you myself.”

“Well, that’s reassuring,” Leo laughed. “Don’t worry, Sunshine, whatever happens, I will come back. Leo Valdez always does.”

He sealed his promise with a kiss.

#caleo #leo valdez #calypso #heroes of olympus #trials of apollo #pjo #my fics

[birds-punch]

Archie! Sonadow AU: Spectrum (issue 222) Part 2

“Summary: Sonic and Shadow goes out on their first public date in New Mobotropolis, but ran into some trouble while on their date.

Characters: Sonic the Hedgehog, Shadow the Hedgehog, Sally Acorn.

Pairings: Sonadow, Sonally (Past.)

Words: 1778

Warning: Implied Homophobia.

A/N: Sorry if this looks like shit compared to the first part, but I actually was typing this while having writer’s block. But I hope you all enjoy reading this

“Shadow, please chill! Let’s just go!” said a frazzled Sonic.

The blue hedgehog was currently occupied with holding back an extremely pissed off Shadow from going back into the restaurant, so he can literally skewer any of the customers and staff with a Chaos Spear.

Sonic then gently took his boyfriend’s chin into his hand, so he can make the angry hedgehog face him.

“You don’t have to get so worked up over a bunch of stupid jerks’ opinions, Shadow. I’m sure they’ll get to used to it. Please just calm down.” he said in a soft tone, before placing a slow kiss on the black hedgehog’s cheek. 

The soft smooch on his cheek and the comforting touch on his chin helped the hybrid calm down to a more controllable amount but his expression did not change, however as he simply let out an irritated “Hmph!” before folding his arms, slightly blushing.

Sonic could smile sadly at the irritated hedgehog before gently snaking his arm around his boyfriend’s waist and speaking up: “Since our dinner was a complete flop thanks to a couple of idiots, why don’t we go somewhere more private like the Lake of Rings?”

Before Shadow could respond to his boyfriend’s offer or the arm around his waist, the restaurant doors burst open and out came the same waiter and some of the customers who were part of the argument. 

“Wait! What does the rest of the Freedom Fighters think of this?”

“Yeah! Your friends should have some doubts about your new boyfriend and that you’re no longer straight!”

The blue hedgehog couldn’t help but actually growl in annoyance, their secret dates in Capital City was much more pleasing than this! 

“Look guys could you all please just...”

As Sonic was busy trying to sort out the group, by then; the GUN agent had enough of this. He may no longer have in it in himself to throw it all away and instantly murder everyone outside and in the restaurant, there has been enough inaction for one night and he would no longer stand by and listen to these...dickheaded people insulting his relationship with Sonic. Now is the time to give them a piece of his mind. 

He started to build up Chaos energy into his body as he stepped in front of his already annoyed and irritated boyfriend.

“THAT’S ENOUGH!” screamed Shadow, as he lets out a Chaos Blast.

The Chaos Blast was strong enough to knock many people off their feet, but also weak enough to avoid seriously injuring anyone or damage any nearby property. The entire group went completely silent, as they all looked up in fear of a certain glowering and chaos energy glowing hedgehog who was glaring a glare that meant all hell and unspeakable pain. Sonic who was behind Shadow, didn’t get knocked off his feet, but also looked rather surprised at what his boyfriend just did.

“Now all of you listen here and very carefully! Whether Sonic is straight, bi or even gay is not any of your choices or something you can change! He may be your hero and you all possibly worship him, but he is not some kind of object, you all can shape into some kind of delusion you all have!” He shot an extremely hateful glare at the waiter, who flinched and actually looked as if he pissed himself. “And. It’s also none of your Chaos-damned business to judge my relationship with Sonic!” 

Shadow then walked over and took Sonic’s hand, “Now then, the two of us are going to continue our date even after all of you are responsible for ruining our dinner together and don’t ever show any of your presence to us again because if I hear one more word from any of you, I won’t hesitate the next time to destroy any of you so thoroughly it will be impossible to prove any of you even existed!”

The two then disappeared in a flash of light, thanks to Shadow’s Chaos Control. After the two hedgehogs had reappeared at the Lake of Rings in a huge flash of light, Sonic placed a hand on his head, still feeling a little dizzy despite the fact the two had done this before in the past.

Once the dizziness had finally passed, the blue hedgehog spoke up. “Wow, Shadow! That was so awesome how you put those stupid jerks in their place, you should be proud of yourself.” he praised. 

Shadow only stayed quiet. Looking down at the ground, hiding his features from his boyfriend. Sonic’s proud smirk faded as concern washed over his frame before gently placing a hand on his shoulder.

“Shadow...are you okay?”

Hearing his boyfriend’s concerned tone in his voice, made the hybrid look up at him, his expression unchanging. It actually looked like the Ultimate Lifeform was going to cry right here, right now. 

Seeing his boyfriend’s state made the blue blur’s heart break a good amount. But having known the black hedgehog very well, because of all those past special moments they both shared; he knew what he should say. 

Placing his other hand on the distressed hedgehog’s other shoulder, Sonic began talking.

“Hey Shadow, it’ll be okay I promise. I’m very proud of you for standing up to those idiots and defending our relationship. What they said back there is not true. They either are too closeminded or not used to it yet but, it doesn’t matter. Okay?”

He then placed one of his hands against the GUN agent’s cheek. Gently caressing it with his thumb. 

“Shadow, you’re the most precious guy to me, ever since that night you were there for me. I don’t even care if my parents, my friends or even the whole world is against us. All that really matters is what we have between us and nothing else. I don’t even want to imagine what it would be like without you here or letting you go.”

Just like earlier tonight, Shadow found himself completely amazed and overwhelmed by what his lover has just proclaimed to him. A huge blush filled his entire muzzle along with a growing warmth in his chest and his heart beating rapidly. He fought the urge to grasp his chest fur like the last time he felt like this when... he discovered his feelings for the blue hedgehog after the Metal Sonic Troopers. 

He then spoke up again, "But then again, I guess I could also thank Sally for slapping and breaking up with me that night too."

The look his boyfriend gave him was the definition of "What the hell, Hedgehog?". He looked like he just heard that the doctor had somehow given birth if that's even possible. Sonic only laughed at the GUN agent's predicted reaction.

"Think about it Shadow. If Sally and I never broke up in the first place, we wouldn't be here right now talking like this. It's very possible the two of us would've stayed as rivals."

Shadow let himself think over what the blue hedgehog's words. He did not want to believe it but it seemed true! If Sonic and the princess never ended their relationship together, making the blue blur run away from his friends and into the forest; the black hedgehog never would have followed his instincts and went after the Freedom Fighter. Both of them would probably would've never discovered their feelings for each other if he said "Yes." or if Shadow did discover his feelings, then it may stay one-sided forever, which is something Shadow never wants to imagine since he's been with the blue runner for several months which only felts like years to him. Even the thought of it actually made his chest feel cold and empty like that time when Sonic got lost in space for a year while everyone believed he was dead. It felt like fate or something much more, it made him realise just how lucky he is, to even have Sonic here with him despite the speedster's strong Chaos Energy that kept him from aging.

The blue hedgehog gave an expression of concern when he noticed how quiet Shadow has gotten, when he stated the fact. "Shadow, is something wrong?"

Before Sonic could speak or even react, he suddenly found himself being held around the waist and the feel of his boyfriend’s lips over his. The blue hedgehog’s eyes went wide open the moment he felt Shadow’s lips kissing him, but allowed himself to melt into the kiss and in his arms as he gently wrapped his arms around the hybrid’s neck.

After what felt like for all eternity; the two hedgehogs pulled away from the kiss. Sonic panted slightly from a lack of oxygen and the intense passionate feeling he felt from the kiss. Letting a tender smile grow across his muzzle, he then placed his forehead against Shadow’s. Besides that protective nature that the blue blur loves so much, it’s also how real and true those kisses felt. Like he can just take off and fly with the need of the Chaos Emeralds to turn into Super Sonic. He never felt this way with Sally and her kisses or with anyone else he dated.

“Feel better?” Sonic asked, which sounded nothing more than a whisper.

Shadow did not say anything except for sitting down on the grass, gently pulling his lover onto his lap. He then lets out a small “Hmph!” which didn’t have any form of irritation or annoyance and started to pet and caress the blue hedgehog. How on Mobius did he deserve someone as loving and kind as this faker? Everything that had happened in the past between them. Their first meeting, that night, the confession and the fact Sonic can never age, thanks to his strong Chaos Energy; it must all be written in fate for both of them or maybe someone of a greater existence had something to do with this. But the Ultimate Lifeform never felt more content in his life; while the first half of their night went wrong, now? This is possibly the most precious and treasured moment for him

Sonic curled up in the Ultimate Lifeform’s lap, purring loudly from the loving caress. Yeah, this is also definitely another thing he can add to the list. He and Sally had never done this together before and thanks to his strong Chaos Energy, he and Shadow have all eternity to cuddle like this. 

Out from the corner of his eye however, he noticed a blur of brown and light running away from behind some trees. The blue hedgehog did nothing but scowl from what just seen.

‘Sally...’

END...

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[obviously-best-potions-master]

The 9th of January

(Just Another Day on the Calendar)

Chapter 51

Word count: 1447

Already in the evening you were terribly excited and couldn’t even sleep properly, thinking about the next day. So you woke up early in the morning, while Severus was still asleep. Your lips stretched in a loving smile, seeing his face relaxed in a peaceful dream. He looked so calm and serene. How was it possible, that this wonderful man, who was so dear to your heart, instilled fear in every living soul he met?! Stroking his head, you delicately kissed his lips, not to wake him, and carefully got out of bed.

You tiptoed to the closet, took out your clothes and crawled out of the bedroom. You couldn't let him wake up before it was time and had to dress up in the living room. The day just started breaking: as usual, the sun rose late in winter. Wrapped up in a scarf as a finishing touch, you went outside and confidently paced along the street.

During this time spent in Cokeworth, you’ve studied the neighborhood a bit, while dragging Severus for your daily walks, so now you knew exactly, where your destination located. Although there was not a single passerby to be seen on the streets, the shops were already opened.

Having your business done, you went back home. Home… You already considered his house your home! There was no place in the world more attractive and comfortable than his small house on the outskirts of an unsightly street of a large industrial city. But you realized, that the matter was not at all in the place, but in the man, who was next to you. Your home was beside him. Never have you ever felt so safe and protected. Your soul slumbered in a peaceful dream, each time your body found itself in his strong, but tender embrace.

Smiling at your thoughts, you didn’t notice how quickly you returned back.

Once the door behind you slammed shut, you took off your coat and hurried to the kitchen to prepare breakfast. Today it was your turn to surprise the one you loved.

Snape could hear the griddle crackling and the kettle whistling, when he went downstairs.

“Good morning, love!” You met him with a happy smile and hung on his neck, holding him tight.

“Good morning,” he kissed you, wrinkling at the light, still not fully recovered from his sleep.

“What are you doing? And why so early?” He yawned and stumbled to the table, taking a seat near the window.

“What does it look like?” you grinned.

“Am I right to assert, that you left me alone in bed?” He asked in his monotonous manner and raised an eyebrow displeased.

“You’re always right, Sev…” You approached him, placing yourself between his legs and putting your hands on his shoulders. He gently took you by the hips and drew you closer, raising his head to meet your eyes.

“But I would never leave you for long!” You slid your hands along his shoulders up to his neck, and cupped his cheeks, holding his face in your palms. Leaning toward, you gently pressed a loving kiss on his lips.

“What are your plans for today?” You straightened up and looked into his eyes.

“Why does it seem to me, that you already have some kind of plan?” He squinted incredulously.

You laughed and, carefully freeing yourself from his grasp, returned to the stove.

“No, I have absolutely no plans,” you lied, giggling cheerfully.

Snape silently stared at you. Your behavior was way too suspicious. He followed your every move, trying to figure out, what was on your mind.

A plate with heart-shaped pancakes, decorated with cream and a few strawberries atop, put in front of him, pulled him out of his assumptions. He blinked in amazement, deeply touched by your attention.

“Y/N...” he sighed guiltily, “you shouldn’t do this...”

“But I want to do this!” You carefully straddled his lap, and your palms reached his face again.

He wrapped his arms around your waist in response.

“I love you, Severus, and I want you to know that!” Your soft lips covered his mouth in a tender sensual kiss. “Happy birthday, my dear...” you whispered, slowly pulling apart.

Snape was stunned. No, he certainly knew you wouldn’t miss this day, but since no one has ever sincerely congratulated him, he didn’t know, what to say. He hated this day his whole life, but today his heart melted at these simple words.

“Don’t make an event out of it,” he looked at you seriously, but mild tone of his voice betrayed, how grateful he actually was.

“Of course, I will!” That determined glint in your eyes warmed his heart.

“I don't celebrate my birthday,” watching you, he leaned back in his chair, holding you tightly in his arms.

You laughed. “Do you ever celebrate something?”

“No,” he grinned.

“So, I guess it’s time to get rid of this boring habit!” You concluded. “After all, we had a great Christmas! Didn’t we?”

He felt really embarrassed, that you attached so much significance to this day. He was very pleased. But embarrassed.

“Will you eat my pancakes? Or you’re waiting till they get cold?” You reproached him jokingly.

Snape took your hands and pressed your palms to his face, planting kisses all over.

“Thank you, my dear,” he whispered, dying of love and gratitude.

You kissed his forehead and rose to your feet. His gaze followed you.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, you pulled a middle-sized box, wrapped in bright paper and decorated with a bow on top, handing it to Severus.

Snape's eyes widened, and his eyebrows arched in surprise. He understood that it was for him.

“What is it?” he asked quietly, not daring to take it.

You tilted your head and gave him that kind of glance, he usually awarded his negligent students distinguished themselves with stupid questions, with one only difference, that your eyes now were full of love, not irritation.

He slowly took your gift and started unfolding it. He felt his cheeks burning red, getting presents was so unusual for the severe man.

Excited, you were looking forward to his reaction.

He carefully freed a thick book from under the wrapper.

“Remember, I told you about this work?”

“Of course, I remember,” he ran his hand over the hard cover. He remembered perfectly well that sunny day, when you walked in the forest last spring, and how enthusiastically you shared your impressions about this book. He saved the memory of each moment spent with you.

“You don’t have to read about potions and spells all the time,” you smiled sweetly. “Muggle literature can also be rather interesting. I'm sure you’ll like it.���

“Thank you, Y/N!” He put the book on the table, stood up and hugged you tightly. “I will definitely like it!”

You clung to him, enjoying his warmth. After a long while in his embrace, you unwillingly pulled away a little and looked into his black eyes.

“So what about pancakes?”

***

Winter storm raged outside. Strong wind howled in the streets, raising snow powder in the air and circling it in furious swirls.

Laying on the couch in front of the fireplace, in each other’s embrace, you both felt so happy, you could swear, no one in the world had ever felt before.

“Do you want to go somewhere?” you suggested.

“Noo!” Snape frightened. “Just look outside!”

“Come on! It’s just a blizzard!” You chuckled, although the thought of sticking your nose out in the cold scared you no less than him. “I want this day to be special for you!” you didn’t retreat.

“It’s already special, because you are with me,” Snape smiled peacefully. He couldn’t even dream of more.

“Shall we order a pizza then?” You leaned on your elbow, resting your other hand on his shoulder. Your eyes sparkled with joy.

“Two at least!” He agreed.

“Yeeah!” You climbed over him and rose to your feet to pick up the phone. “What's the delivery number here?”

***

Even though nothing extraordinary happened on this day, even though you stayed at home, this day was very special for Snape. It was the first time in his life, when he didn’t feel despaired, the first time, when he was pleased to receive a present. Your attention was the only thing, that mattered to him. There was nothing more precious and important for the man, who never knew kind attitude and sympathy.

Spending the rest of the day in between pleasant conversations, gentle touches and loving kisses, you both could feel all-pervading harmony, which filled the air. It was magic, how warm and safe you felt in each other’s arms.

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Dating Alistair Would Include:

(I really liked writing this. My perception on Alistair has totally changed and he literally needs all of the love in the whole entire world, okay? I think he deffo needs more love in this fandom. Idk usually I don’t make my would include’s so soft, but he just provokes it in me haha! Enjoy reading and thanks so much to the person who requested this! - Admin Kat 🌙❣)

- Let’s be honest here, you’re the ONLY being that he really loves and enjoys the company of. You’re the only one that he actually tolerates.

- He totally makes jokes all the time about how he only tolerates you, but if he was being truthful (which he isn’t used to having to voice to others unless it’s totally pessimistic) he doesn’t just tolerate you, but loves you immensely and values your opinions, companionship, thoughts, feelings, etc.

- Boi respects you ™

- You’ve become an expert on soothing his paranoia and pessimism with your calmness and steady nature. It took a very long time, but he’s a lot better since you’ve basically become the whole light of his existence holy shit i’m sobbing

- You always understand him and the reason behind why he is the way that he is. You never judge him for it which earns you extra brownie points from him.

- Alistair melts at your touch, your voice- just basically you alright?

- At first he tried to avoid you entirely when he found out you were his mate. He had a whole plan in his head that he was just meant to spend the entirety of eternity wallowing away in a dark cave, never to be within anyone’s company (the only exception when he must feed).

- lol, then your beautiful/handsome ass came along and ruined his entire plans ™ and I swear he was mad as hell at first. Yet the energy to resist the mate pull was far too tiring for him and he gave up, very indignant to begin with.

- He confides all of his fears, hopes, dreams, etc. in you and trusts you to keep them secret. And you do so because you’re loyal to him and only him.

- You both being on the run constantly, though you manage to miraculously persuade him to stay places for much more than a couple of months at a time.

- Honestly, your heart breaks when he opens up about his back story.

- “Well, I’m not leaving so get used to it.”

- He often seems cold and aloof but he shows his love for you in more subtle ways that speak volumes to you. Can you blame him after what he’s been through?

- Saying “I love you” tends to be your job. He prefers to show you that he loves you through actions. But he does say it on rare occasions.

- When you look at him you can see his loving gaze SCREAMS I LOVE YOU MADLY AND IRREVOCABLY OKAY?

- He’s so intensely protective of you, especially when you both appear at the Cullen’s house to be witnesses for Renesmee. He wouldn’t let anyone or anything harm you. He’d never forgive himself okay?

- Is angsty™ 25/7.

- Boi get’s jealous and sulky FAST.

- Gives you the silent treatment but can’t stay mad at you for long.

- He’s a total sucker for your puppy eyes. You get pretty much anything you want, with exceptions.

- Very romantic behind closed doors and isn’t a big fan of PDA. He believes that others don’t have the right to see such intimacy, as it’s reserved for just the pair of you.

- Arguments only happen when you go against his ways of being or when he lays down the law about not being reckless because he’s so paranoid of losing you. These arguments can last for years and Alistair is very stubborn.

- He has a fascination with skimming his fingertips lightly over your skin. The shiver that erupts from your being is delicious to him and he can’t help but smugly simper in response.

- Alistair loves to plant kisses on your bare shoulders, the rear of your neck, forehead, hands, knuckles, just all over okay? He lavishes you in his love behind closed doors.

- You love running your fingers through his hair. At first he would flinch at your contact - and sometimes he does when he’s in such deep thought - but he’s learnt to lean and melt into your touch. Now he cannot go without it.

- Everyone always commenting on how you’ve brought a better side out of him. He doesn’t necessarily socialize a whole ton, but he’ll be present in a room full of vampires for more than two minutes. So it’s progress.

- You’re respectful of him also, never attempting to change him. You love him for who he is and that’s all that matters really.

- You’re very protective of him. Probably would kill the whole damn Volturi or anyone who came near him and caused him any discomfort.

- I think that it’s a genuine compliment when others grin at you about how Alistair isn’t always wallowing in the dark attic any more, talking to spiders and all.

- Alistair always has his eyes on you. If you ever manage to be out of his sight, he genuinely grows intensely panicked. I think that he’d definitely have separation anxiety when you both are apart. He uses his tracking ability to find you.

- Will envelope you in a bone crushing hug, which startles everyone because he’s always so reserved in front of them with you. You’d literally just gone hunting with Bella because you’re curious about her diet for Christ sake!

- Totally see him as being the little spoon when you both cuddle. He’s got to be held and he’s just a spoiled brat for it.

- Always jokes about how you’re such a brat because you always get what you want.

- I think you both comically bicker a lot, but it usually turns playful and lighthearted. He’s never like that with anyone else.

- You never get jealous tbh. He never shows interest in anyone else other than you; it’s only when others show interest in him that makes you start throwing hands.

- Running your hands through one another’s hair. Y’all m e l t !

- Soft love!

- Alistair isn’t very experienced in the bedroom so you often take the reigns.

- You both prefer to make long sensual love, as opposed to an exhilarating quickie. It’s more meaningful that way to you both.

- Besides, he worships you nonstop and vice versa.

- But let’s be honest, he’s a tease without meaning to be.

- Get’s a thrill out of when you end up begging for him.

- You just literally get him off okay?

- Alistair literally drags you away from staying with the Cullens. He knows what the Volturi is capable of and will not allow you to succumb to being murdered by them or discovered by them either.

- You both softly tease one another.

- His  s m i r k  is to die for okay? He knows what it does to you!

- Definitely having the mainstream diet of a vampire. He’s not a fan of the vegetarianism.

- Mumbling tender sweet nothings.

- “I love you more than you may ever know, my love.”

- “You are the light of my eternal life.”

- “There’s no questioning what I would do for you, love.”

- He’s sappy asf okay? You love it.

- “Don’t leave.”

- “I’m never going anywhere.”

- “Promise me you’ll be here forever.”

- “I promise, my love.”

- Romantic as hell but not in the typical modern sense.

- Definitely old school and wants to be married before y’all do the frick frack.

- You’re so fascinated about everything with him, especially his gift.

- He’s so breath taken by you that sometimes he just cannot focus on anything else. Your gift is remarkable and sometimes he feels inferior to you, but you assure him that his gift is just as wonderfully useful and brilliant.

- Supporting one another through thick and thin. He honestly needs someone like you.

- My heart IM SCREAMINING

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[certifiedskywalker]

Sick of Losing Soulmates - Daenerys Targaryen

You knew this time would come; when Danereys would set off to take The Iron Throne. Except, in your mind, you were going with her. Imagine your surprise at hearing she didn’t want you there, beside her as she ruled over The Seven Kingdoms. (Words : 1956) (Based off of : Sick of Losing Soulmates by dodie)

When you met Jorah in Essos, you had no idea what was in store. You didn’t think you’d have the honor of meeting the last Targaryen; the true heir to the Iron Throne. You definitely didn’t know that you’d fall for his sister. Amongst all of the wild Dothraki, her sweet, calming features stuck out to you. She was a strange being, when compared to those around her. Her fair skin and silver hair caught you gaze; but it was her heart and fire that kept you around. You were hesitant to get closer to her, knowing that Khal Drogo would not stumble when it came to having your head severed from your body.

Despite her husband’s fierceness, Daenerys brought you along with her wherever she went. You stood at her side as he brother died, ready to defend her. It was you, along with help from Jorah, that brought the Khaleesi to the aid of witch when her child was ready to be born. You were also there when she mourned her lost son and husband.

Through it all, you caught glimpses of her tender heart; which she had hidden under a tough exterior. When she woke from the flames of Khal Drogo’s funeral pyre, you knew without a doubt, she was destined to lead and take back Westeros. The stories that Jorah told you about his home country made it seem as untamed as the Great Grass Sea. Daenerys’ older brother, Viserys would have failed to unite such an unruly country; but you knew that Daenerys would succeed.

With her quest for power set, your spot beside her was cemented. The bond between you only deepened at that point. After everything you had been through together, you finally opened up about your cloudy past. You told her how Jorah saved you from your harsh Master in Meereen, without fearing what she’d think of you. She pleaded with you, entreated you to tell her more about your captivity. Once you had recited your life’s story, Daenerys grabbed your hand.You looked up, meeting her light blue eyes that were slightly hidden with her loose hair.

“I swear to you, Y/N L/N that we will take Slaver’s Bay and free those barred in the same chains that held you. I swear this to you, ñuha jorrāelagon mēre (my dearest one).” Never once had you loved someone more than you loved Daenerys Stormborn in that moment. You held back from leaning in with all of your might; but your entire being wanted to kiss her pink lips. You had heard what she said : She’d never marry again. But you couldn’t help but love her.

“Thank you, Khaleesi,” you whispered, trying to restrain yourself. Your face was a mere inches from hers; you were so close you could smell the hint of wine on her breath. Her hand, the one that was not holding yours, went up to your face. Soft fingertips traced your face, as if trying to memorize it. You held your breath, still staring into Daenerys’ light eyes.

“Do you swear yourself to me?” she asked lowly, making you shudder lightly. “Do you swear to defend me,” Daenerys continued, “fight for my honor, and cherish me?” She was so close now, too close. If you were to lean forward, you’d finally kiss her.

“I do,” you whispered steadily, “I swear it. From this day to my last.” Daenerys smiled softly, lingering in your personal space. Almost like she was waiting for you to move. Waiting for you to press your lips to hers and sweep her off her feet. Maybe your kiss could make her forget about everything that had happened, even if it was just a moment. Sadly, against your wishes and her hope, you remained still. You were scared to take that step, so instead, you cherished her as she commanded; as you swore to do.

And cherish her you did. Even as she slept with Daario and exiled Jorah; your affections remained. Every so often, you’d think back to that night. Locked in Daenerys quarters with, what was probably too much to drink. If you had an ounce more of courage, you would’ve kissed her; but now you were sworn to live as a mere friend. As part of her Queensguard.

The day soon came, long after you first laid eyes on Daenerys Targaryen, when the rightful Queen announced her departure to Westero. You lingered outside of her door as she spoke with Daario about the finalities and loose ends in Meereen. She had confided in you, telling you that she wished to leave Daario behind to care for her city. You agreed that it was a good idea; you’d finally be rid of the source of your jealousy.

Yet, you couldn’t help but feel a bit sorry for the mercenary. From your post at Daenerys’ door, you could see him exit her room. He peered around until his eyes finally landed on you.

“Our Queen wishes to speak with you,” he said sadly. You furrowed your brows, but nodded. You had started to walk off in the direction of her door when Daario spoke up again. “At least now you can be with her without the shackles of her other lovers. Until Jorah comes back, that is.” You turned your head, giving Daario a strong glare; but the man paid no mind.

You swiftly walked into Daenerys’ room, looking around for her familiar head of silver hair. As you looked, Daario’s words lingered in the back of your mind. Now that he was out of the way, you had a chance; however it was slim. You knew that Daenerys didn’t love Daario, but she did carry an affection for Jorah; as he did with her. If it came down to you and Jorah, fighting for the Queen’s love, it would be a close match. Jorah confessed his love to her while you still barred it deep within your heart. You had a chance to meet on a leveled playing field that night so long ago, but you had now missed you chance.

“Khaleesi?” You called out, after finding no trace of her in her bed chamber. You walked back out to the meeting table and smiled at you glanced out at the balcony. There she was, the Unburnt, the Breaker of Chains, the one you loved. “Daario said you needed a word,” you said, standing at the opening of the balcony. Daenerys nodded, still staring out towards the city of Meereen. You waited silently and she finally turned around. Her face was stern, brave as ever.

“You swore yourself to me long ago, before I took your home city of Meereen.” You nodded, not really knowing where Daenerys was going with that recollection. “You, as well as Daario, know it’s streets better than anyone else.” No, this wasn’t happening.

“My Queen, what are you saying-” Daenerys stepped towards you, the movement silencing you. Her blue eyes held your gaze and you knew your nightmare had come true. “You can’t leave me here,” you said strongly, trying to hold your ground.

“And leave my cities in the hands of Daario alone? Who would be the fool,” she said, putting on a soft, but fake, smile. “You have shown promise as a warrior and leader. You are one of my most trusted friends, Y/N, this is an honor.”

“With all due respect your Grace,” you said, lingering on her title, “it is an honor I do not wish for. All I want is to be at your side when you take the Iron Throne from the usurpers.” Daenerys took another step towards you, a small hand reaching up to brush against your cheek.

“This is an order,” she said lightly, her brave face wavering slightly. Your hand reached up, clutching the one of hers that rested against your face.

“Daenerys,” you whispered, hoping to appeal to her sense of friendship towards you. “Without you I am nothing. If you hadn’t found me-”

“Jorah found you,” she interrupted, trying to stop your speech. You simply shook your head, slowly moving towards her. She looked away from your eyes.

“He may have found me but it was you that gave me purpose. What in the hells would I be without you?” Her gaze softened when it met with yours again. “Your fire lead me out of the dark, Khaleesi. So I beg of you, don’t leave me in the dark, alone again.” Daenerys frowned and you could see the starting of tears in her eyes.

“Y/N, I must leave you here.” You shook your head again, closing your eyes to stop your own tears from falling. You needed to be with her, or at least tell her you desperately needed to be with her. You couldn’t be alone again. Jorah wouldn’t come back to find you, he’d go off to Westeros to find Daenerys. You’d be left in Meereen, the city you never really trusted. You opened your eyes, meeting her gaze once more.

“Why? I need a better reason than I’m your most trusted friend. You seemed to trust Daario quite a lot.” Daenerys had a sharp intake of breath, as if your words hurt her. “Sorry,” you whispered, “but it’s true.” Now it was her turn to shake her head.

“Not in my truth,” the very truth she still hid, “I trust you with my life, with my heart. That’s why I can’t truly lose you.” Your eyebrows furrowed together at her words. “I’m sick of losing soulmates,” she said sadly. “I’ve lost my husband and child, my closest friend to a sickness he might not heal from, so I cannot lose you.” Her hands went to your cheeks, cupping them as tears fell from your eyes and hers. “I won’t be alone again,” she said lightly, her eyes closing, “not because of fighting. I won’t let my war take you away.”

“If you won’t let me go with you,” you started, “and you’ll make me stay here where a grand sea splits us apart, how do we win?” You closed your eyes, leaning down to press your forehead against hers. All you felt was the warmth of her body, that was close to yours, and her soft hands against your skin. Silence was what answered your question.

Daenerys pulled away from you slightly, just far enough away to look into your eyes. You could see a fire burning deep within her soul; that same fire would burn all of those who oppose her in Westeros to the ground. IN her eyes, you also saw a bittersweet truth.

“We don’t win,” she whispered, giving voice to that truth, “at least not this time.” Her hands slowly fell from your cheeks, allowing you to step away from her small frame. Daenerys moved past you, leaving you on the balcony.

“If you need me at your side once more,” you started, “send word. Send a raven.” You turned your head to see your Queen stop and turn around. Her blue eyes met yours again, a soft yet sad smile playing on the lips you still longed to kiss.

“I’ll do one better,” she said, turning to walk out of her room, “I’ll send a dragon.” You smiled to yourself as your Khaleesi left her room for the last time. You walked towards the edge of the balcony, resting your hands against the wall around it. You gazed out to the waters surrounding the Bay of Dragons, admiring the fleet and army Daenerys had put together.

You’d see her again, you knew that you would. You were soulmates, forged in fires and struggles of life around you; and that bond is unbreakable.

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Soulmate!AU: Jack Morrison x Reader - Ineffable (Part 2/3)

ineffable - (adj) too great to be expressed in words

Summary: This is the second part of our small fic. You and Jack have happily been together for a while now but how long will this peaceful time last?  Pairing: Jack MorrisonxReader (duh)  Warning: Short mention of McCree’s pitiful attempt at flirting. Lots of angst.  Word count: 6,384

A bright ray of sun softly hit your face and warmed up the parts that were not buried in your pillow. You murmured something unintelligible, having just woken up and not appreciating the outside world being so luminous all of a sudden. With a swift motion, you wanted to grab the blanket in order to hide from all the light. Well, at least you tried. It wouldn’t budge. You sighed in annoyance; of course, you wouldn’t be able to move it since your soulmate, who was currently sleeping peacefully next to you, had a death grip on it. With his back turned to you he refused to let go of the piece of fabric, leaving you with barely anything to shield yourself from the light with. ‘Hey, if the blanket won’t come to me, how about I’ll just come to the blanket?’, you mused. Slowly and carefully you climbed over Jack’s sleeping form, settling on the other side of the bed and snuggling up to his chest after finally covering your body with the blanket. Taking a look up at your soulmate’s face, you noticed how comfortable and satisfied he looked. So many things had changed and moments like these had become rare, but you were glad that you were still able to witness these short moments of peace. 

Everything quickly went uphill after the fifteen minutes you shared in the storage room back then. Jack and you had spent hours talking that evening, finding out almost every little secret of the other person. Whenever he was not on a mission, in a meeting or didn’t have any paperwork to do, Jack would be by your side immediately. To be honest, you had become one of those couples you always used to complain about: the clingy one. But who could blame you? After all, Jack turned out to truly be the most loveable and gentle person in the world. Every chance he got, he would hold a door open for you, take your jacket, pull out a chair for you, and even bring you flowers. A true gentleman. All of this took some time to adapt to; you had never been treated like this so your reactions were quite awkward at first. They usually consisted of you blushing intensely, muttering a small ‘thank you’ and hiding your red face behind your hands. You got used to it at some point but definitely not any less grateful. Another thing you would have never expected was the amount of affection Jack wanted and needed. He’d always ask for hugs and small kisses on the cheek, not that you minded of course. You were more than happy to give him all the tenderness in the world. He was a busy man and would only find comfort once he was alone with you, it got especially difficult after he got his promotion. As strike commander Morrison, he had to spend almost every single minute of the day in his office, on missions, in meetings, or greeting new recruits and possible sponsors. Since you had been occupied with your job in the infirmary (Jack made sure you’d stay with Overwatch after your apprenticeship ended) as well, therefore the both of you barely got the opportunity to meet each other alone and it took quite a toll on you. You didn’t remember the last time you’d properly seen him except for the few occasions which you had managed to stay awake until he came to bed or were up before he had to leave. Any kind of profound and romantic talking had become rare too, thanks to the new recruits having a knack for disrupting you. 

However, that was not the only issue worrying you these days. There was a strange tension lingering in the air. Ever since Jack had been chosen over Gabriel to be the new strike commander, the relationship between the two men had become strained. While Gabriel’s qualities were perfect for being in a leading, not to mention that fact that he was also actually a better fighter, Jack had probably been chosen because of the way he stood out during the Omnic crisis. The UN must have wanted him to be the leader of Overwatch because of his reputation as the naïve, charming poster boy. Gabriel got to lead the covert ops division, Blackwatch, which Jesse McCree soon became a part of as well. Your soulmate and Reyes got into more and more conflicts. It soon became evident that something was very, very wrong; rumors of corruption were spreading throughout the organization. You couldn’t help but worry about how bad the situation really way. Both Jack and Gabriel refused to talk to you about it, leaving you to rack your brain on your own.

A small, raspy whisper suddenly shook you out of your thoughts. “How long are you going to keep staring?”. A breath hitched in your throat. Jack had his eyes closed but a smirk was resting on his lips. “I wasn’t staring…wait, how long have you been awake already?” “Ever since you tried taking the blanket away.” “And yet you decided to keep it from me? Leaving me out in the cold?”, you asked, pretending to be completely indignant. “Well, I figured you’d come up with a solution. To be honest, I enjoy this solution a lot more than just handing over the blanket”. With that he pulled you closer to his broad chest, resting his chin on the top of your head. “You know what? Let’s just stay in bed for a little longer”, he muttered as he breathed in your scent. You looked up confused. “Are you sick?” “What? No, why would you think that?” You reached up to touch his forehead. No, he didn’t seem to have a fever. Maybe it was something else. But he had to be sick otherwise he wouldn’t ever want to stay in bed and get to work later than usual. Impossible. “I’m gonna go and get Angela”, you said worriedly and tried to get up in order to move to the door but Jack was quick enough to grab your wrist, making you fall back onto the bed. “I’m not sick, stop worrying, love. I just want to stay like this a little longer.”

Jack was so glad to have found some time with his soulmate alone, even if it was only for this morning. All he wanted to do was hold you, preferably the whole day, but he knew that he would soon have to get up for work. At least for a few minutes, he hoped to find comfort in your embrace, distracting him from the stress –mostly caused by his arguments with Gabriel- that kept eating him away. He was not going to admit that to you, though. He’d rather have you keep out of all this chaos. However, you had different plans. Jack shouldn’t be keeping this a secret anymore. Both of you always preached relationships to be based on trust. What kind of trustworthy relationship was this going to be if he wouldn’t even spill the beans about something like this?

“Will you tell me? About what’s been going on between you and Gabriel? Because I want to –no, I need to know, Jack! This is getting ridiculous!” He sighed and furrowed his eyebrows. “Can we please forget about this for just one day? I really want to enjoy the little time we have left until a new recruit is going to storm in to wake-“

“Strike commander Morrison! I have come to-“ Speaking of new recruits. There went your peaceful morning cuddles. And your answers. Jack shot a death glare towards the young boy that had just flung the door open with force. The poor guy stopped dead in his tracks and you were sure you could see beads of sweat running down his temple. Oh, now he’d done it. Jack would never let that guy hear the end of it. He’d make him run ten more rounds than usual and let him do all the unimportant, boring paperwork additionally. You honestly felt bad for him.

“I-I’m j-j-just gonna l-leave n-now!”, he shrieked, closing the door. You could hear his footsteps as he ran down the hall panicking. You chuckled. It was interesting to see how everyone seemed so terrified of Jack, while you knew exactly what he was really like. And that was far from frightening. “What are you laughing at?”, he questioned, giving you a slightly annoyed glance. He couldn’t help it, the disturbance just now bothered him to no end. “I just think it’s funny, don’t you? Meanie on the streets, softie in the sheets”. You laughed heartily at your own comment. “Well, I’d love to show you how much of a meanie I can actually be in the sheets but I take it that was our signal to get up”. He smirked, giving you a small peck on the lips which you gladly returned. However, your cheerful expression soon turned sad as you realized that your quality time with Jack had been ruined again. Of course, this did not go unnoticed. “You know what? I’ll give all of my paperwork to that recruit tonight and we’ll go to your favorite restaurant.” You beamed up at him though you kind of doubted he’d actually be able to find the time to take you out. As much as he loved you, sometimes there was just no way for him to give up work, even if barely for a few hours. “Promise?” “Promise.”

Jack had already made his way towards the practice range to supervise the rookies’ training and you were currently seated in the headquarters’ cafeteria, drowning the remaining fatigue in a cup of coffee. The room was almost empty, except for a few recruits that had overslept and tried their best to get anything into their stomachs before they were going to get their butts kicked by your soulmate and Gabriel. Surprisingly, the latter had only just entered the room and decided to take a seat right next to you. He usually got up way earlier. “Had a good night’s sleep, shorty?” “Definitely”, you smirked, but instantly remembered your discussion a few minutes ago. Maybe your friend would spill the beans since he still seemed too tired to think straight. “Hey Gabe, can I ask you something real quick?” The addressed man looked up from his plate of pancakes and gave you a nod. “What’s been going on with you and Jack lately? And don’t you act like you don’t know what I’m talking about! There is something wrong and I’m getting tired of being left in the dark!” He swallowed hard and appeared to have a difficult time trying to find the right words, let alone sort his thoughts. “Well…there are some things going on…” “Do you want me to lock you guys in a storage room? It’s a useful method, I can confirm.” A laugh escaped his throat and he almost choked on a piece of his flat breakfast cake. “It’s fine. I appreciate your offer, though. You know, there’s nothing to worry about too much, everything’s going to be okay.” You could sense that he wasn’t exactly convinced by his own words but didn’t want to push it any further. With a sigh, you stared at the dark liquid in your cup. Would you ever find out? Would they ever trust you enough to tell you?

“Oh, by the way, since you’re already here: Can I ask you to do me a favor?”, Gabriel suddenly asked. “Depends on the favor.” “You surely noticed McCree becoming more and more desperate because of his missing hat, haven’t you?” Honestly, who hadn’t? It was impossible to ignore. After all, he sometimes started searching for it in the most absurd places. You were convinced he couldn’t have lost his cowboy hat in the fridge, the dishwasher, and definitely not in Winston’s washing machine. You thought he’d give up searching, it’s been lost for over a year now, but that guy just wouldn’t dare abandon this mission of his. “Yeah, what about it?” “So, he’s been doing really well with his tasks lately and I decided to reward him. I’d like you to go into town with him and get him a new hat. I’d accompany you but we have a meeting in about an hour. And please, for the love of god, knock some fashion sense into that boy. Even I know that his taste in headwear, especially cowboy hats, is not exactly the best.” “Sure, why not.” You shrugged. The infirmary could probably do without you for a while. It was Saturday so they were mostly busy with a few check-ups and you were sure they’d be able to handle that without you. What confused you, however, was that Gabriel didn’t do it himself. He’d surely not pass the chance to show his favorite recruit (he could never deny it) how proud he was of him. He’d still have plenty of time to go into town with him after the meeting. But even though you and Gabriel had become best friends over the past year, he was still your superior and if you objected to his request, he’d make sure to turn it into an order.

No sooner said than done! An hour later you found yourself wandering the streets with Jesse McCree. He seemed excited, even though he didn’t even know why you took him into town; he hadn’t bothered asking yet either. It warmed your heart, knowing that a gesture so small had managed to lift his mood. Gabriel had informed you of the amount of effort the young man had put into his missions, how he kept going even though he had hit the floor so many times in the past weeks. You hoped that a new hat would improve his condition even more. Happiness spread through your stomach at the thought of making McCree’s day. He deserved this. After all, Blackwatch wasn’t known for its cheerful atmosphere or its low expectations. “So, where exactly are we goin’?” he finally asked. For a while you were sure he was just going to follow you around without questioning, objecting or complaining at all. “You’ll see”, was your brief response, not wanting to ruin the surprise. He pouted but decided to go along with it.

When you stopped in front of a hat store his expression grew confused but nevertheless thrilled as if he knew what was going to happen. “What are we doin’ here?” You faced him with a grin. “Gabriel told me about all your hard work and asked me to take you here. He’s very proud of what you’ve achieved so far, so you’re getting a new hat!” McCree turned away from you and you could swear you’d hear a muffled sob come from his shaking form. “Are you crying?” “I ain’t cryin’! Someone must be cuttin’ onions ‘round here!”, he muttered with an embarrassed tone. Onions, sure. A warm laugh escaped your lips at his adorable attempt to hide his emotions. The powerful, sassy McCree had let his feelings overwhelm him. Not that you’d blame him, he was still fairly young and had probably never experienced any kind of pride from his superior. You wouldn’t have been able ti hide your tears either if you were in his situation. He quickly wiped the tears away with his sleeve and looked at you with the happiest grin you had seen from him in ages. Without another word he stormed into the store, leaving behind a cloud of dust.

Inside McCree had already begun looking at every single hat with extreme care. You simply decided to sit back and let him be until it came to paying for his gift. Luckily, Gabriel had remembered to give you money, he wouldn’t want to owe you anything. You watched the man roam through all kinds of hats, inspecting every single accurately, making sure to take in every detail. He was completely lost in his work until a female store clerk approached him, asking if he needed any help with his search. You wouldn’t have paid much attention to the scene if it wasn’t for McCree staring at her with his mouth wide open all of a sudden. Her expression wasn’t any different either. Could it be…? “Woah there, sweetie, do you come here often?” As soon as the shocked look had appeared on his face, it was gone already, replaced with a cheesy grin. You were confused. Was he honestly trying to flirt this way? She was working here, of course, she’d come here often… “I, uh, well obviously. I kinda work here, so…” Her words matched the reaction you would have given. Her face did not. She was blushing intensely, completely lulled by his words. His horrible pick-up line had not really worked, had it?

“Just look at you, someone must have stolen the stars from the sky and put them in your eyes”. There he went again. Your hand almost managed to hit your forehead but you contained yourself. Where was he getting those from? A book from the 2020s? The worst part was the fact that his pitiful attempt at flirting had an incredible impact on his ‘soulmate’. At least that’s what you thought she was; otherwise, you couldn’t explain why the two had just reacted like this to meeting each other for the first time. The girl was a complete giggling and blushing mess.

Two hours later you were still sitting in the same spot, almost falling asleep. McCree had spent all this time talking to the store employee, following her around, asking all kinds of questions, answering the ones she posed. You were thankful that he had at least stopped using his terrifying pick-up lines. You had to admit, you were slowly getting a little bit annoyed but who were you to complain? Jack and you had not been any better at the beginning of your relationship than these two. You were happy for Jesse; there was no way to deny that. The situation actually made you remember the first time you had met Jack and your body was engulfed in a warm feeling. Looking forward to Jack hopefully fulfilling his promise this evening, your mood improved slightly. You’d pull through this. “You with the cowboy over there?”, a voice from behind you asked suddenly. You turned around to see the store’s security guard, named Bill judging by the name tag pinned to his shirt. You gave a sigh. “Yes, sadly. Who would’ve thought he’d meet his soulmate here of all places”. “They seem cute. Perfect for each other. But they’re getting’ a tad annoying”. “Amen to that, Bill”. He gave you a grin. He seemed to be a lot older than you, probably in his 60s, and his muscly body screamed ‘I will make dog food out of you if you dare try and steal anything here’. He was incredibly nice though, so there was no need to fear him.

You spent a short time chatting with Bill until a miracle happened. “It was very nice talking to you, Jesse. But I have to leave now, my shift is over”, McCree’s soulmate said with an apologetic look on her face. “Hallelujah!”. Bill and you couldn’t help it; you screamed in unison, earning an angry glare from the young cowboy before said man gave the store clerk a small kiss on the cheek. “I’ll see you around!” She practically ran out of the store, giggling happily. Young love, truly an interesting sight. “Alright. Jesse, have you decided on a hat yet after all the flirting?” “Yes, I want that one” He pointed to a dark brown cowboy hat decorated with a small, green strap. “Why that one?” You were curious. There had to be a reason he picked that one almost instantly. It wasn’t even as expensive as you’d thought it would be, there was even going to be some money left. “The strap. It’s the same beautiful green as her eyes. That’s why.” “You’re such a helpless romantic, McCree.”

After leaving the store McCree seemed to be in his own little world. He stared up into the sky dreamily and you had to pull him off the streets multiple times; he had unknowingly walked too close to the cars, being completely lost in his thoughts. Sighing loudly, an idea came to your mind. “You know what? Let’s get some ice cream to cool you down!” McCree snapped out of his fantasies, completely hooked by your suggestion. There was no way he’d object to that. Therefore a small café was your next destination. It was neat, decorated in pastel colors and furnished sweetly and brightly. It reminded you of some old cafés you’d visited in Paris a long time ago. You had each ordered a large bowl of ice cream; while McCree chose the basic flavors chocolate and vanilla, you stuck to the fruity ones. You had a little chat which mostly consisted of Jesse daydreaming of his soulmate. He kept repeating how lucky he was to meet her and how beautiful she was over and over. You didn’t mind, it was refreshing and reminded you of your own relationship a lot. He kept telling you about her alluring appearance until something caught your attention. A news report was airing on the small television in the corner of the café. Your heart stopped.

“According to our reporters in Swiss, an explosion had just occurred at the Overwatch headquarters located near the capital. We’re talking to Jennifer Müller now, who is at the scene.”

“Alright, apparently the explosion happened around thirty minutes ago. Behind me you can clearly see the destruction it has caused; the whole building is in ashes. The origin of the blast is still unknown, though witnesses claim that a fight between strike commander Jack Morrison and the leader of Blackwatch, Gabriel Reyes, had broken out shortly before, which might have caused this disaster. Around six casualties have been reported; more than eighty people are injured. However, the bodies of Morrison and Reyes, who were near the center of the explosion, have not been discovered yet. Back to the studio.”

‘Is this some kind of stupid joke? As if these two would ever manage to cause an explosion like this…no, the headquarters are almost indestructible, there has to be a mistake’ you told yourself, not fully realizing the severity of the situation at first. Some childish fight between the two men could not have possibly resulted in something like this, no way. But when you thought about it, it did make sense to you at some point. This must have been the reason why Gabriel insisted on you taking McCree out to town. He must have known something serious was about to happen. Your confusion and disbelief quickly turned into anger. You were angry at yourself for not pushing your questions towards Jack and Gabriel further. Maybe you could have helped; maybe this would not have happened. If only you had been more persistent! You knew something was seriously wrong deep in your heart; you should have just talked to someone else about it or forced the men to open up. And Gabriel, that idiot! That’s why he made sure you were out of the headquarters. Was it to prevent you two from getting hurt? Or just so that no one would stop their fight this time, so they could go all out? This could have been stopped if they hadn’t left you in the dark, like a child that couldn’t handle the truth!

You couldn’t dwell on your angered thoughts for long as you soon remembered the other person you were with. You shot a glance towards McCree and noticed him shaking slightly with a visibly panicked expression. Obviously, he was the one you had to focus on now; it was your duty as his friend and older comrade. He had just been told about the pride his superior held for him and now said superior was most likely dead. For the first time in ages, he was able to get lost in beautiful daydreams, only to be brought back to reality with a bang. “Jesse?” you asked carefully, your voice trembling. No reaction. He was staring at the television even though commercials were now being broadcasted. “Jesse!” Your now forceful voice made him snap out of it. “Listen to me now! Everything’s going to be okay”. Those were the exact same words Gabriel had used this morning. ‘Okay my ass’, you thought. “We’re going to go back to the headquarters now and we’ll see if we can lend a helping hand. We’ll see for ourselves, maybe there’s some hope, okay?” He reacted with a weak nod. That was at least something.

Hope. That’s what you told McCree about in the café. As you reached the site of destruction, every last bit of your hope was gone. As much as you didn’t want to believe any of this, judging by the extent of the explosion, there was no way Jack or Gabriel could have survived this. Especially not if they were as close to the center of the blast as the reporter had said. When you entered the closed off area, you were immediately greeted and hugged by Angela, who luckily seemed to have gotten out without any noticeable injuries. You agreed to help her with tending to the wounded, trying your best to distract yourself from the inevitable realization that was going to come. As you were patching up Reinhardt who had gotten his leg injured by some falling debris, a young recruit entered the tent, who you recognized to be the one from earlier this morning. You prepared for the worst. They must have found his body. But that was not the case, surprisingly. There was still no trace of him or Gabriel. Instead, they had found some of your and his belongings in the rubble and handed you the things that had not been completely destroyed.

You took a seat in one of the many tents that had been set up quickly. This one was completely empty, only a few things that had been saved from the storage rooms were brought in here a while ago. Good. Hopefully, no one was going to see the tears that would definitely be falling now. Your hands were shaking as you opened the cardboard box that seemed so light. Was that all they could recover?

The first thing your hands picked up was his small visor. It had a small crack but seemed perfectly fine other than that. You remembered how Jack always used to complain about it. He hated it with a passion, joking how he wouldn’t be able to see your beautiful face as clearly anymore while wearing the visor. In reality, he probably just found it uncomfortable as hell. But without it, he would have lost many battles. So, of course, he kept it. Some clothes were next. His favorite shirt was all scrunched up and dirty but his scent filled your nose. He had slept with it on last night and thrown it on the floor in a hurry while getting ready for work. You could swear it was still warm. After going through some random, unimportant things of yours that were found, you came to a halt. A small, square box came into your view. It felt soft under your, seemingly covered in dark blue velvet. Hands still trembling, you opened it slowly, careful not to drop it or its content. You were surprised to see what was inside, though you didn’t know what else you should have expected to be in a box like this. An engagement ring. A small sob hitched in your throat. The ring wasn’t too big or glamorous, it was small and beautifully simple, the way you had always dreamt it to be. You suddenly noticed a small, folded piece of paper that had been carefully tucked into the lid. A handwritten note? If that wasn’t enough, you instantly recognized who must have written it: Gabriel.

How to propose properly (since you’d most likely mess it up, poster boy):

1 Take the evening off. And I mean the whole evening. Give the paperwork to some noisy new recruit. Take shorty out to their favorite restaurant. Trust me on this one 2 Take them out for a walk after, to the park preferably (the one with the small lake next to McCree’s favorite McDonald’s) 3 Stand up straight, scout boy! You can do it! 4 Look them right in the eyes. They love your blue eyes, this has to work 5 Just ask them, can’t back down now!

PS If you don’t do this shit properly I will kick your ass to the moon and back

Jack promised to take you out to your favorite restaurant just this morning. He was going to do it today, he was going to ask you to stay by his side forever, till death do us part and everything included. Marriage seemed like such a useless concept in a world where soulmates existed. You were already destined to be with each other until forever anyways. Angela must have told Jack about the many times you fantasized about your own wedding. You couldn’t help it; it was just something you have always wanted to experience. And now you’d never get to.  

Your head snapped up when someone else entered the tent. Speaking of the devil. Angela. “Hey sweetie, are you ok-“ she stopped as soon as she saw the engagement ring in your hands. That’s when the dams broke. You had tried to stay strong so far, not letting the tears fall in order to stay positive for Jesse and all the other recruits. They needed someone to look up to, to give them hope, especially after this disaster. Everyone had lost someone today. Friends. Family. You wouldn’t be able to comfort them but at least you could focus and try your best to help them. However, you felt so vulnerable and lonely all of a sudden. Realization hit you.

He was gone. Jack was dead. You would never be able to see his beautiful smile again, to get lost in his bright blue eyes. You would never feel his arms wrapped around you tenderly again. You would never wake up to him sleeping peacefully right next to you again. Your brain recalled the memory of him from this morning. The way you had joked around, the way he had embraced you like he never wanted to let go of you ever again, the way his eyes started gleaming with love when you smiled up at him. You could still feel his lips on yours.

You fell to your knees, letting out all the emotions that had been bottled up inside your hurting heart until now. You didn’t remember how long you even sat on that floor, Angela rubbing your back and whispering comforting words into your ear. As there was no way to cheer you up or distract you now, she simply stayed by your side for as long as you needed.

You cried until there were absolutely no tears left to cry. You let Angela help you up and guide you to the aircraft that was luckily unharmed. For now, Overwatch would be operating from the base in the USA, abandoning the destroyed headquarters completely. The helpers had given up the search for Jack and Gabriel a while ago, they would be presumed dead. You barely remembered anything that happened afterward. The next morning you woke up in a bed of the new headquarters’ infirmary. You weren’t harmed physically but they must have wanted to keep an eye on your considering the mental state you were in. Fluttering your eyes open, you blankly stared at the ceiling, trying to process yesterday’s events.

How were you going to continue? Would you stay with Overwatch? Difficult question since you weren’t even sure if the organization would exist much longer. After all these rumors of corruption and this accident, the UN would probably make them halt all activities until further notice. There was no way they would allow you to keep operating. It most likely wouldn’t be a good idea to stay with them anyways. Too many memories. But other than that, what now? You never really had a plan B. You had absolutely no idea what to do now that Jack was gone. He used to be the one to help you with decisions, to get you on the right path and make sure you weren’t doing anything stupid. Or anything you’d regret later on.

Maybe it would be the best decision to try and move on somehow. Try to keep smiling. Try to remember the good times you shared. That’s what Jack would have wanted you to do, right? He’d never want you to hurt this much, to feel lost and alone. So this might be the right thing to do. Keep moving forward.

That’s what you really wanted to do but it proved to be so much more difficult in the end. Everywhere you went; there was always something to remind you of Jack. Mostly beautiful memories but it would ultimately all lead back to the fact that he was gone. The more you tried shaking off the bad thoughts, the more you’d relive the day he died. It would haunt you during the day and even more prominently during the night, during the nightmares. You’d lay in your bed wide awake, still picturing him sleeping beside you. You could smell his scent, hear him breathe; feel him move slightly next to you. Everything you tried, every suggestion you took from friends to calm you down, it just wouldn’t work at all. You felt worse and worse and there were no silver linings in sight. The weather during the week after the explosion seemed to portray your emotions perfectly. Gray clouds, rain storms, heavy wind.

On the day of the funeral, the sky decided to clear up. The remaining members of Overwatch had gathered in front of the graves. Jack Morrison. Gabriel Reyes. Their resting places were right next to the one of Ana, who had been killed on a mission only last year. Well, at least she was presumed dead; just like with the two men, a body had never been found. You didn’t even bother listening to the funeral oration; no words could ever do justice to the lives they lived. To the good they had done. They were so young, full of promising ideas on how to make this world a better place, even though their opinions varied greatly. They deserved more than this measly speech, those measly tombstones on this measly graveyard. They were heroes. And even if half of the world suddenly turned against them and started throwing dirt in their faces, they would forever be YOUR heroes.

You stayed a lot longer than the rest of the attendants. You declined the offer to join the funeral meal. You weren’t sure if you could handle the pitying glances or the words of encouragement anymore. You just wanted to be alone with them. Share some last words. “How dare you, Gabriel. How dare you do such a thing? I don’t care for what reason you sent me away with McCree, you shouldn’t have. We could have worked things out. Listen I don’t know what drove you to do all of this, to let this fight happen and get out of control, but sometimes a talk can work wonders. Or fifteen minutes of being locked in a storage room” A small chuckle escaped your lips. “To be honest, I don’t even really care about your reasons anymore. I’m just…so angry that you left me. After all, I would have needed someone to lead me to the altar since my parents can’t do that anymore. Who else could have possibly taken that role? Also, thank you for taking care of Jack. Until this all went down. I don’t think either of you had meant for this to happen. I miss you.”  You turned to the gravestone on the left. “Oh Jack, where do I even start? I feel lost and helpless without you. I know I pretend to be fine most of the time but it won’t work out and I don’t know what to do anymore. You always knew a solution. You’d know what to do. I-I pray that y-you’re happy” You wiped the tears from your cheek and took a deep breath before continuing. “I don’t know where you are now and I can only assume but I know you’ll be watching over me and taking care of me. somehow. Please know that there is no way I will ever forget you and the love you gave me. I am so thankful for everything you’ve done for me. Thank you for allowing me to be part of your life. For loving me. You’ll be in my heart, forever.”

You looked up into the sky. The damn sky that was still so clear, so bright and happy. Was it encouraging you? Now, it felt more as if it was making fun of you. It didn’t feel fitting. A rain storm would be fitting. But not this. “Hey.” Angela had taken a seat next to you in the grass. “How are you feeling?” “I’ve been getting better, I think. It’s just that damn sky. As blue as ever, almost mockingly bright…”, you muttered. Angela turned stiff next to you. “Blue sky?” “Well, yes. Just like Jack’s eyes, as you used to say.” She suddenly jumped up, looking at you confused. “So you can see colors?” “Obviously” Now it was your turn to be puzzled. What was she getting at? “But you know…you are supposed to stop seeing colors once your soulmate dies. The world should be gray for you again…”

The world was far from gray. You could see every single color, every single shade as clear as never before. The green grass. The red bouquet of flowers on a grave nearby. The bright blue color of the mocking sky.

Maybe Jack wasn’t dead after all.

We’d like to apologize for all the angst. Hell, writing this hurt our poor hearts quite a lot. But hey, we hope you enjoy! 

- Admin Moronison

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