#it took away his sole reason to hope and to keep living even as it was marking him for death

[nathaslosthershit]

A Little White Chapel Wedding (LS18)

(Part 3 of the Blind Item Series) Summary: Lance and his now wife had their reasons for eloping, he just hopes his dad will understand.

Lance and his girlfriend, now wife, had always wanted to keep their relationship out of the spotlight. Given how much hate and controversy surrounded Lance due to his father’s ownership of the team, he had already taken a major step back from social media. He knew that dating another heir apparent would piss many fans off, even if it was solely for love that they were together. Both of their families knew and greatly approved of the relationship but once Lance had proposed it seemed their families wanted to take over fully. Wedding preparations had been started without any input from the groom and bride-to-be. Seeing all these decisions made without the two’s consent had put a ton of stress on them. This was supposed to be the happiest day of their lives and they had absolutely no say in the matter. Guest lists full of investors and other business partners took away from the intimacy of the event. No detail was left unscrutinized and it was going to be far too extravagant, as this was going to be the first time they announced their relationship and the families joining together.

When Lance and his fiancee had gotten to Vegas, they had no plans of getting married that weekend. The thought only crossed Lance’s mind after the race.

“P5 Lance! Oh honey I couldn’t be more proud.” She said as she ran up and hugged him. She had been waiting what felt like forever to congratulate him, as he had been so surrounded the minute the race ended. 

Pulling away from the hug, Lance put his hands on her cheeks as he said “let's get married”

“We are, Lance.” She responded, perplexed. 

“Tonight. Let's elope and have an actual wedding about the two of us. No one else.”

“Honey, our families would kill us if we did that.” While the idea sounded wonderfully romantic and gave her butterflies just thinking about it, it just couldn’t work with the way things were.

“Who cares? We don’t have to tell them right away. We get married now, take an extra long honeymoon over break and then tell them once the season starts.”

“I don’t know Lance.”

“Please? It is unfair we don’t get to have the wedding we want. Who gives a shit about the guestlist with a million business partners we’ve never met. If they still need a wedding then we will do it their way but let's have our way first.” 

She took a minute to respond, thinking the idea over before she finally gave her answer. “Okay, Lance. Let's get married.”

Lance had never envisioned his wedding going the way it did, but he also never saw it the way his family planned it to be.

Although as happy as he was, he felt so guilty when he thought of how his family would feel knowing that he got married without them there to see it. As important as business was to Lawrence Stroll, he knew his dad valued and loved his family above all else. 

Over break, the newlyweds had gone on a bit of a delayed honeymoon, posed as just a really nice vacation.

They only got the honeymoon suit because they really wanted to go all out. No other reason…

They thought they had made it out unscathed, planning on telling their family in a week when they had gotten back from their vacation. Too bad they didn’t get to.

Lance’s wife saw the post first. He barely checked socials anymore. When the photos of them confirmed that the Blind Items post was about them, she felt a chill run through her body. Their families had to have known already, public image was important to both of them so they definitely had PR teams constantly checking what was going on. And she was correct.

“Honey, I just got a call from my Dad. He sounded pretty upset, and said we had to come home quickly and meet with him.” Lance said, confused and worried. His dad rarely sounded as serious as he did on the phone. 

Wordlesy, she passed her phone to Lance with the tweet pulled up. She could see the color drain from his face as he read through replies. Fuck this wasn’t good.

What was probably the most stressful plane ride of Lance’s life was also painstakingly long. He couldn’t swallow the guilt building in his throat at how upset his father must be.

The once welcoming and happy house was now cold and silent as the couple walked inside. His father didn’t greet them, just told the two of them to follow him into his office. Lance just held his wife’s hand and squeezed it reassuringly as they made their way up there. 

Lawrence still remained silent as he sat in his chair, looking at his married son and new daughter-in-law for the first time.

Lance was the one to break the silence.

“Dad, I know this is a lot but please-” He was cut off by the simple raise of his father’s hand to silence him.

“Why, Lance? We spend all this time planning the two of you a beautiful wedding just for you both to throw it away? For what?”

“Dad, you dont under-”

“No, Lance, I don’t. I mean how could you be so stupid?”

“Please if you just listen, Dad-”

“I have never been more disrespected by yo-”

 “Stop!” Lance’s wife spoke up. She finally had to butt in. “You tell Lance you don’t understand and when he tries to explain you cut him off! How are we supposed to have a conversation when you won’t let anyone else speak?”

Silence spread across the room as no one dared to respond. She could practically feel the smoke coming out of her ears.

“Dad. We eloped because we wanted something that was for us. The wedding you were planning wasn’t ours. We didn’t have a say in anything. From guest list to menu, you all controlled that. We wanted to get married on our own terms. While I will forever be sorry you weren’t with us, I am not sorry for getting married the way I did, to the girl I love.” Lance grabbed your hand once again to squeeze, to remind him why he did what he did. 

His father didn’t say anything for a few moments. The newlyweds waited patiently, praying Lawrence wouldn’t fly off the handle again. 

Finally he said, “Then I owe you both an apology. I understand that you both had expectations for your wedding and not having any say in the matter didn’t feel good. I wish you both said something. At the end of the day though, this is still a big deal for our families business-wise. You are my only son though, Lance, I wish I could have seen you get married.”

“We can still have the wedding, Mr.Stoll. Our plan was just to have something for ourselves, then have the main event be for everyone else.”

Lawrence smiled at that. Happy he would still get to see his son get married, even if it is the second time.

This time luckily, the couple got a bit more of a say in wedding preparations. With no comment from either family, the Vegas elopement was quickly forgotten once more pressing gossip reached the public. 

While it still wasn’t what Lance and his wife had envisioned, having their families there this time was all they could ask for. 

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[hyunfilms]

this time around (lee felix) | one shot.

—summary: life decides it's finally the right time.

—pairing: lee felix x f. reader

—genre: (18+) exes to lovers | fluff, smut

—word count: 3.9k

—content/warnings: blue haired felix 😮‍💨, cussing/mature language, alcohol consumption, unprotected sex - but not super descriptive!!, lots of kisses and intimate/sweet moments, use of pet names: baby/angel/love, oc’s friend also uses ‘baby’ in a platonic way, quickly edited so pls excuse any mistakes!!

—INSPIRED BY: LOVE ME AGAIN - V

It’s funny how life works.

Especially when you’re sitting at this wedding, sipping on another glass of rosé— staring at the one man who, at one point, meant the entire universe to you. 

Then, it’s also funny how life works; when life decides that this is your person, just not the right time.

“Girl, can you go and do something? He keeps looking at you. And don’t tell me he isn’t because I can see that blue head from miles away.” One of your bestfriends since college said. He nudges your arm, making you almost choke on the sip you just took.

“No, Reggie!” You almost whine, turning towards him. “It’s been so long, I don’t even know what I’d say to him.”

“Okay, but baby, he looks like he’s dying to talk to you. Poor Felix. Y/N always playing her goddamn games.”

“Quit it.” You nudge him back and he snorts.

“I’m kidding. But seriously, he looks like he wants to talk to you. Who cares if it’s been so long? I’m sure the conversation will flow perfectly. Give it a chance.” He takes a sip of his own cocktail. “Besides, if I remember correctly, you were head over heels for that man just as he was for you.” You sigh, setting your glass down— quickly reminiscing about the past.

You might have been young, and you may not have experienced everything life had to offer yet; but to say Felix was the love of your life would be an understatement.

He was everything to you.

Love, adoration, fun. 

Sweetness.

He was also sadness, anger, hurt. 

Pain.

Everything that entails love; being so, so in love.

And it’s just unfortunate that it wasn’t the right time because Felix was someone you pictured your life with. Everything about the relationship was right, and equally balanced. He showed you just how much he loved you and how much he adored you. You had more good times than bad with him. He taught you how to communicate better, to express your needs and wants, to enjoy life and live in the present moment.

He taught you so much that he really is part of the reason why you’re the person you are today.

After the three years of dating, Felix was graduating college and you were going into your senior year. Understandably, you felt like you needed to experience your last year by yourself, and you felt like Felix needed to figure out his plans moving forward. As much as you loved the way he factored you into every decision, you felt like it was wrong for him to do so— for him to feel like his life revolved solely around you. And of course, you loved him. This would’ve worked. But, it wouldn’t have felt right.

You needed to find yourself without Felix, and vice versa. 

Breaking up with Felix was probably the hardest thing you’ve ever had to do, but he understood. And because he loved you, he let you go. There was no bad blood, no hint of hate or anger; Felix had only left with more love and hope, praying that you’ll be okay.

Maybe one day, you’ll find your way back to each other.

It’s funny how life works.

“I’m not going to force it. I’ll let it happen if it happens.” You look at Reggie, taking another big sip of your rosé; eyes quickly glancing over to Felix from over the glass. He’s still conversing with a few mutual friends, eyes meeting yours from a distance. His eyes are soft, facial expression slightly unreadable. 

Pressed, crisp black button down with the sleeves rolled halfway up his arms. Silver watch adorning the left wrist, slacks sitting nicely on his frame.

You’re sure of the butterflies you feel. It’s crazy how Felix still has this effect on you. 

You clear your throat and revert your attention back to Reggie with a: “Can we go dance?”

“Now you’re talking.” Reggie laughs, grabbing your hand and leading you to the dance floor for a dance with other friends. The majority of the time you’re on the dance floor, you’ve temporarily pushed your thoughts and feelings away to enjoy being around friends you haven’t been able to hang out with or see in quite some time. You’re enjoying yourself, singing and dancing along to the music blasting in the venue. At one point, you don’t realize that Felix and his friends have joined in, creating one huge crowd in the middle of the dance floor that’s become the life of the party. 

“Hey, I’m gonna go to the bathroom and get some air. I’ll be back in a few.” You say in Reggie’s ear. He nods, throwing up the ‘okay’ sign to acknowledge that he understood you through the loud music.

“You need me to come babysit your ass?” He leans near your ear to quickly ask.

“I’ll be fine!” You laugh, rushing off to the bathroom to relieve yourself from all that rosé. You take a couple of moments to freshen up and pat away at your makeup, hoping to keep it together for the remainder of the night. You fluff your hair a bit before giving yourself one last look before walking out and heading towards the back end of the hotel.

It’s a beautiful night tonight— one where the stars are twinkling brightly above, dotted throughout the night sky and circling around the full moon. There’s a faint breeze that feels awfully good on your skin right now, the waves crashing against the surface just right below the hill where the hotel sits. 

“Hey.” A familiar, deep voice comes from behind you. You fiddle with your fingers a bit, bottom lip tucked underneath your teeth as you turn and come face to face with Felix— eyes completely fixed on the one man whom you’ve always loved; the one man who, at one point, meant the entire universe to you. “I’m sorry, I just came outside to make sure you were okay. But, I guess I should’ve figured it was since Reggie was still—” Felix shakes his head and lets out an embarrassed chuckle. “Nevermind. Sorry.”

“No, it’s okay. Thank you for checking. I—” You lazily point at the sky. “I just needed some air. Was getting really hot in there.”

“Yeah it was.” He laughs a bit. “You sure you’re doing okay? Do you need me to get you water or anything?” Typical Felix, you think. He’s still the same. Everything about him has remained unchanged.

“I’m okay, Felix. Thank you.” You respond softly. “It’s nice to see you.” He digs his hands into his pockets, head tilting to the side.

“It’s nice to see you, too. It’s been so long.” He smiles. He’s the first to step forward and envelope you in a hug, taking in his scent as you hug him back. Oddly enough, everything feels the same. Felix’s hugs have always been the best, and part of you hates having to part once the moment is over. “You look amazing, Y/N.”

“You do, too.” You point at his hair. “Though, I have to say the blue hair was a surprise?” He laughs and nods.

“Uh yeah, was kinda a bet with some of my friends.”

“It looks good though, you pull it off well.” 

“Thank you.” He licks his lips before nodding towards the bench further down the path. “Do you wanna catch up?” He pauses. “I-I mean it’s fine if you wanna get back to the party, totally understand. I just thought we could kill two birds with one stone and–”

“I’d love to.” You cut him off with a sweet smile, letting Felix lead the way to the bench. 

And so here you are, sitting side by side with Felix— enjoying the night while the music continues to play in the background. You start by telling Felix what you’ve been up to all these years, how your parents have been, living life in the city. Felix says he’s been in and out of the city, traveling back and forth between Australia to hang out with family in between work. You share lots of laughs when you update each other about family and their whereabouts, reminiscing about the times when your families would have lots of fun together. The both of you also talk about how it’s been awhile since everyone’s been under the same roof, but it’s a nice occasion to be together. Then, somehow, the conversation shifts to love and dating. You awkwardly tell Felix that you haven’t really been in a serious relationship since graduation. You’ve dated around, but nothing felt right.

Nothing felt equally balanced, or like it was meant to be.

But, it’s okay. You reassure him you’ve been okay focusing on you and doing your own thing. In time, you’ll welcome whatever is meant to be in your life. And Felix tells you he’s glad to hear that— that he’s also dated around but things just didn’t feel right, either.

“Y/N.” He calls for you as he looks out, then shifts his attention back to you. “Are you happy?” He looks at you, really looks at you, and he doesn’t take his eyes off of you. Almost like he’s doing his best to read you, to find the answer deep within your orbs, your body language.

“I guess so, yeah.” You softly smile at him before looking at the view. “Are you?” He shrugs a bit.

“Yeah. Think so.” He licks his lips and lets out a small breath. “As long as you’re happy, then that’s all that matters to me.”

“Thanks, Lix.” There’s a comfortable silence that falls between you two after that conversation. But, something shifts in the air; shifts enough to the point where you feel Felix’s eyes rest back on you from your peripherals. The sudden tension could be felt from miles away, but you’re not sure how to act on it. The simplest thing you could do is—

“I’m sorry, is there something on my face?” You break the silence and ask, a bit confused as to why Felix just keeps looking at you, staring; fixed. He lets out a small laugh before shaking his head.

“No, there isn’t. I just—” He pauses. “You’re so beautiful, Y/N. Always been. I can’t help it.” He says, eyes softening again as he settles on your features. He gently brushes the hair away from your face, thumb trailing down to your cheek to caress the surface. You lean into his touch a little more, having to pull away when you realize the reality of this all.

It’s funny how life works.

“You know.. I think I’m gonna call it a night.” You shyly chuckle and look down at your lap, hands awkwardly rubbing away at the fabric of your dress as you let the excuse linger in the air for a second. “I didn’t realize how exhausted I was after all that dancing and singing.” Felix chuckles. He feels a little embarrassed, but he also dug himself into this one. He shouldn’t have reached out so quickly. He couldn’t help it.

“Do you need me to drive you anywhere?”

“No, I rented out a room for the night solely for this reason.” You stand with Felix following suit.

“Let me walk you to your room then?”

“Oh, you really don’t have to Lix. I’ll be okay.” He smiles hearing the nickname roll off your tongue.

“I want to.” You look at him with a small smile and nod.

“Okay. I just need to grab my things.” He follows behind, keeping a safe distance just to keep you comfortable– not knowing that you’d rather have him close than far away.

Inside, everyone is still keeping up the energy except for a few that have either left, or decided to sit down for the remainder of the night. Reggie is drinking water at your table, and he can’t help but throw a certain look your way when he sees you walking in with Felix following right behind you. You catch on though, and you simply shrug while Felix returns to his friends to let them know he’s heading out.

“Okay so.. what exactly is happening here? Miss ‘It’s been so long, I don’t even know what I’d say to him.’” You roll your eyes and grab your things.

“I’m heading up to my room. Felix is just walking me there.”

“Walking you all the way up to the second floor? Goodness me.” You laugh and shake your head. 

“You should get to yours soon, too.”

“Mhm, I want a progress report tomorrow morning.” He puckers his lips before eyeing you up and down. 

“Stop it.” You glare at him. “I love you, goodnight.” You simply tell him before turning on your heel to bid your other friends goodbye, along with the bride and groom.

“Get it girl, I love you too!” You hear him respond just as you continue your goodbye’s until you’re near the entrance, with Felix waiting right outside the doors in the hallway. 

“Hope you’re ready for a good long trip up to the second floor.” Felix laughs.

“Yeah, sounds pretty exhausting, honestly. It’s been a night.”

“It has, but I had lots of fun.”

“I did too.” He steps inside the elevator after you, leaning back against the railing. He eyes your figure, the way the dress hugs your curves nicely, heels strapped around your ankles. You’ve always been so beautiful; everything about you, inside and out. You can see the way Felix is focused on you through his reflection on the elevator doors in front of you, and it makes your heart do flips.

Because he does that thing he always does— when he tilts his head at a certain angle just to see you, read you, perfectly. Knowing you’ll meet his eyes at some point just for him to pull you in closer.

To plant a kiss on your lips,

Down to your jaw,

Collarbone—

“Y/N, is this not your floor?” Felix asks, breaking you out of your thoughts when you realize he’s holding the elevator doors open.

“Oh, right. Yeah, sorry. Just zoned out for a bit.” He lets out a tiny laugh as he watches you walk down the hallway, turning right at the end to get to the second door. You tap your hotel key against the reader, hand twisting the handle to unlock the door. Before you can open it fully, you turn back to Felix— seeing him quietly standing there with his hands dug into his pockets. “This is me. Thanks for walking me to my room, Lix.”

“Course. I guess I’ll let you be.” He smiles toothlessly at you. Your inner dialogue is conflicted right now, wondering if you should just let him be and let this end right where it is—

While the other half is yearning to keep him around, to have his company, to just be with him even after all these years.

“Have a good night, pretty girl.” He continues, hoping that he really doesn’t have to part with you right now. He’s not gonna force it though, and he’s not gonna say anything else— even though he feels like he has a lot more to say to you tonight. Maybe this is how it was meant to be after all, which Felix will have to learn to put to rest if it truly ends this way.

But, before he can turn on his heel to walk away, you follow up with:

“Actually, do you wanna just stay and hang out a bit more?”

“If it’s not a bother.”

“Never. Sorry, I should’ve asked earlier. I just didn’t want to make it awkward or whatever.”

“Could never be that way with you, Y/N.” You chuckle, stepping in and letting Felix follow you in. You set your clutchbag onto the side table at the corner of the room, undoing your heels and setting them aside. 

“God, that feels amazing.” Felix laughs as he sits on the edge of your bed, watching as you get comfortable. “I can’t wait to get comfortable. You have a room here, right?”

“Mhm.”

“Do you wanna change and just come back here? I feel bad that I’ll be the only one getting comfortable.” He laughs a bit and shakes his head.

“I’m good for now. I promise.” He watches as you undo your necklace. “Need help with your dress?” You look at him through the mirror as you set your necklace down onto the drawer and silently nod. “I got you.” He says, getting behind you to help you unzip your dress. It’s something small, but so intimate and sweet.

And with Felix, it feels perfectly right. Even if years have passed. You never feel out of place with him, and he only feels like home to you.

He slowly unzips your dress, eyes trailing down as his hand falls down to the small of your back. You feel his breath tickle the back of your neck, body only inches away from yours as he keeps his position there.

“Felix.” You softly call his name, and he can tell. He just knows. He looks at you through the mirror, hand slowly wrapping around your waist.

“Is it weird to say that I’ve really missed you?” He says lowly as his eyes trail down your neck this time, fixed on the weak spot that he remembers so, so well.

“No. I’ve missed you, too.”

“I mean it.” His fingers are fiddling with the strap of your dress. “When I saw you tonight, you were all I could think about. Not that anything’s changed, but—“ He lazily slips the strap down, letting it fall to the side as his finger traces a line up your arm; to the curve of your shoulder. “I just couldn’t believe that I was finally seeing you again.”

“Lix.” The way you breathily release his name from your lips tells him everything he needs to know. You’ve missed him too, you’ve really, really missed him, too. And of course he feels the same way you do— absolutely. If it wasn’t for shit falling into place at the wrong time, Felix was sure that he’d still be loving you the way he was before.

No question.

Nothing has changed. The love he’s had for you will always mean more to him than anything in this world.

Felix still feels like love, adoration, fun.

Sweetness.

And if you let him, he would also feel like sadness, anger, hurt.

Pain.

Because Felix is love, and everything that love entails. 

“Missed everything about you.” He says, planting a feathery kiss on your shoulders. “Missed the way you laugh.” Another kiss on your shoulder. “The way you smile.” Another near the base of your neck. “Just you.” He says near your ear, reading your expression. You bite onto your bottom lip and finally turn to face him, his hand coming back up to rest on your cheek. “Always been you, love.” His thumb is caressing the surface, giving you leverage to plant a kiss on the palm of his hand.

“Always been.” You mutter back, allowing Felix to fully take you—all of you— in this moment. 

Sooner or later, your dress is on the floor while you continue to keep your lips pressed against Felix’s in the heat of the moment; afraid to break the kiss and create distance. You don’t ever want Felix away from you again, no. You want him close— with you, for you, by you. 

Just you.

He takes his time with you, letting his hands roam across every inch of your body while he takes you in and settles in between your thighs; pressing his pink, plump lips across your body like he’s soothing you, making up for the years that you’ve lost. 

You’re tangled up in him, but you find that there’s no other place that you’d rather be than here; giving Felix the freedom to love you, love on you, however he chooses to tonight. You trust him to take care of you because he always has, and he always will.

It’s not long before your hands are gripping the sheets, repeatedly calling Felix’s name like a mantra. He praises you as he picks up the pace, pounding relentlessly to show his need for you. His lips graze the surface of your neck, collarbone, chest, whispering sweet nothings into your skin:

Missed everything about you.

So perfect for me, love.

So beautiful, so pretty.

Always been you.

All about you.

He continues, and continues— holding you close to his body while he tries to go slower, deeper; hitting all the right places that you like so much just to hear you, see you, writhe underneath him. 

You.

Let me be yours.

“Fuck, Lix. I’m close—“ Is the only thing that you’re able to say as you feel the coil within you threatening to unravel. And he must feel it too with the way that his hips begin to stutter, teeth digging into his bottom lip as he tries to hold on. He feels your walls completely tighten around him, pulsating as your face contorts in pleasure and a silent moan leaves your lips. 

“Baby, where do you want me— fuck— I’m—“ Felix barely lets out. You reassure him that he’s okay to let go inside of you, and not a second passes before he’s painting your walls. His forehead falls onto yours just as the both of you come back down from your highs, focusing on regulating your breathing after the intense pleasure that washed over you. “Are you okay, angel? You’re not hurt, are you?” He asks, close to a whisper. He kisses you lightly on the tip of your nose, before he seals one off on your lips. He holds it there for awhile before pulling back, realizing you still have yet to respond to him.

“I’m okay. Not hurt.” He nods.

“Let’s get you cleaned up, yeah?” Felix takes his time cleaning you up and soothing you, helping you get washed up and ready for bed just before he leaves to do the same.

For a moment, you feel like everything is over. That maybe, that was the closure you needed to finally close off that chapter in your book. That maybe, that was it to Felix and you’d return to being [somewhat] strangers again. It makes you a little scared, a little anxious.

But, it all blows away when Felix comes back, dressed for bed just as he had said. He shuts off your lights and slips into the bed next to you, pulling the sheets up so that you’re comfortable.

“For a second, I didn’t think you were actually going to come back.” He lets out a small, breathy laugh as he wraps his arm around you and pulls you flush to his body.

“What, why not? I’m here to stay, love. Not going anywhere.”

“Even when tomorrow comes?”

“Even when tomorrow comes.” He kisses the back of your head. “Unless, you have other plans already?”

“No. Just you.” He chuckles.

“Sounds like a plan to me.” You snuggle closer to him, allowing his warmth to completely envelope your body. Before you know it, you’ve fallen into a deep sleep in Felix’s arms, and he does too. Even when the morning comes, you still find yourself wrapped around Felix and snuggled against his body, light kisses being pressed against your head when you wiggle in his arms.

It’s funny how life works.

Because this time around, Felix is here, lying beside you; making things feel right, connected. Balanced. You shift in your position to look at him because this time around, you’re staring at the one man who, up until now, still means the entire universe to you. 

Then, it’s also funny how life works; when life decides that this is your person, and this is finally the right time.

This time around. 

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*.·:·.✦ my little secret (jude bellingham ‘series’ pt.1) ✦.·:·.*

pairing: jude bellingham x female oc (Mariah)

summary: in which Jude chooses the wrong time to break up with Mariah

author's note: saw @mwahuniverse’s post. here it is. might be a three to four-part series so if you want to get tagged for the other ones, comment or drop it in my asks (part 2 is already ready and out Friday or Saturday hehe)

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word count: 654

Two lines.

It felt like Mariah’s eyes could not get away from these two lines on the pink stick.

These two lines, as simple as they looked, were about to change the entire course of her life.

Not believing the sole test even after staring at it for minutes, she quickly picked up the other tests:

Two lines

“Pregnant”

“Pregnant, 2-3 weeks”

The young woman’s vision blurred as her eyes filled with tears that she tried to dry with her hands. But the overwhelming feeling took over, tears now strolling down her cheek.

Not tears of sadness, but of happiness. Happiness from growing life in her belly. Happy to start a family with the person she loved, Jude.

Speaking of him, Mariah checked her phone, seeing that her boyfriend should be back. She rushed to hide the tests and order some of their signature meal they only eat together.

Behind the door could be heard keys jiggling before it opens. Jude doesn’t have time to walk in that he is greeted with an overly cheerful Mariah. He gave her a quick kiss on the temple before heading to the living room with his girlfriend on his steps.

“I have something to tell you” Mariah started with a smile as they sat on the sofa.

Weirdly, Jude sat as far as possible for her, something he started to do for a few days now. Mariah had picked on his change of behaviour but decided to ignore it.

“Wait, let me start” Jude interrupted in a stern voice, which caused Mariah’s smile to slowly fade.

“I think we should stop this”

“Stop what?” Confusion laced her voice.

“Us”

His words hit her like a car crash. Nothing could have prepared her for this moment. Jude, the man that she loved, just broke up with her for no apparent reason. Broke her heart when she thought their love was sealed by the little seed that was about to grow in her belly.”

Her breathing got heavy and palms became sweaty but she tried to cover it.

“Wh-why ?” She managed to ask in the least shaky voice she could let out.

“I just don’t feel like doing it anymore, I kind of lost interest” He nonchalantly responded, breaking Mariah’s heart even more.

“Yeah, we should end it now, you go your way and I go mine”

The more he spoke the more it felt like he stamped on her heart. As much as she tried to keep face and not show anything, her body decided otherwise since her hands lightly shook from trying not to burst out crying.

As Jude kept on ranting as if he didn’t care how Mariah felt, her phone buzzed repeatedly.

She opened her phone seeing a DM from an unknown girl, named Leslie

missleslie

*sent one attachement*

tell my man I can’t wait to see him again 😘

Mariah opened the attachment seeing a mirror photo of her, Jude laying in the background on his phone. The same phone, set on the coffee table. With the same outfit he wore right in front of her. The same Jude that just broke her heart had spent the day with another girl.

“Who’s that?” She turned her phone around showing the picture to him.

He let a light smirk grow a bit before he just sat back unfazed

“What d’you want me to tell you?”

After all their time together, Jude had always cared for her, making sure nobody, not even him, hurt her feelings. But now it felt like all of it had gone away.

“Just go, bro”

To which he did. He walked out of her apartment without a word or even a look. He just left her.

Once the door closed, Mariah took out the test, looking at each of them intensively. She bursted in tears, not able to control them.

She cried and cried until there were no tears left to cry.

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[faeriichaii]

hey I've read several of your fics and I really love your writing and I was wondering of you'd be in a mood for one thorin x reader request where thorin comes to visit bilbo in the shire some time after botfa and goes to the green dragon with him where he gets absolutely mesmerised with the reader who is a singer there?? it's heavily inspired by the song "killing me softly with her song" by Perry Como. could be any genre really. I've had this idea for so long but am absolutely terrible at writing

Symphony of Your Life ~ Thorin x Human!Reader

A/N: Thank you so much!! I am happy to hear that you have enjoyed my stories so far :) I am so sorry that it took me so long to write it rip but now it is here and I hope you like it!! <33

⇢ ˗ˏˋ Warnings: fluff (I think??) not proof read!!! ࿐ྂ ⇢ ˗ˏˋ Words: 1.4k ࿐ྂ ⇢ ˗ˏˋ Request: Yes (thank you <33) ࿐ྂ

Summary: Thorin went to visit his old friend Bilbo in the Shire once more, without expecting to be enchanted by a melodic voice that fills not just his ears but also his heart.

“I am grateful for your visit old friend.” Bilbo said, giving Thorins shoulder a pat before entering the Green Dragon Inn. “Well, it has been quite a while since we parted ways and you went back home to the shire.” The dwarven king followed after the hobbit into the filled place. People were drinking away, while telling the ones closest by about stories of their past. Others were eating away the food that was served on their plates. The inn was filled with a lively atmosphere, making Thorin relax slightly, the stress of the past months leaving his body.

Bilbo pulled out one of the wooden chairs and made himself comfortable, before looking around in search of the waitress. “So Thorin, tell me, what has been happening in Erebor after I left?” “Well, we began to slowly regain back the power Erebor once had.” Thorin sat opposite of the hobbit, before continuing with his story. “We are also making sure to not keep too much gold in the mine. Also, the trading between Mirkwood and Erebor is livelier than ever.” “Excuse me for the lil wait, but what can I get ya two fellows for the night?” A woman asked them, her eyes moving between the two men.

“I would just like to get a pint of meat for now.” The dwarven king said, his eyes moving from the waitress to the performer behind her. Soft tunes filled his ears, followed by a gentle voice telling an old tale from the past. Your mind was focused on the song you were playing and he could feel the emotions that you put into every syllable that passed your lips. Fingers gently tugging on the strings of your Lyre, making him wish to walk closer to hear even more of this beautiful melody.

“Thorin, are you alright?” Bilbo asked him, taking a sip of his drink. The king didn’t even notice that the waitress already served them their order. “Yes of course. I just am enjoying the song.” And with that he turned his attention back to you. You were walking off of the makeshift stage and danced through the small passage of people. A bright smile graced your lips as you heard a group of men hollering along with you, almost drowning your own voice with theirs. Continuing your way to every single corner and crevice of the inn, you made sure that everyone was enjoying themselves.

You loved performing. It was what made you happy, even when you were younger. Your older brother even taught you how to play the Lyre and you remember constantly joining him for his small performances in various different inns around your hometown. He was the sole reason for you now standing in the middle of a packed room, surrounded by various different people who were dancing and singing together with you. Strumming the last tune on your lyre you finished the song with a bow. Applause as well as praise was washing over you, as you looked around the crowd.

The bright faces of the people around you filling you with warmth. That was until you caught onto a pair of stale blue ones. His gentle smile was almost unnoticeable in the dark room, as you studied him a little more. You recognize him from one of the many tales that bards have sung in inns you have visited with your brother. Thorin Oakenshield. So, you rushed back onto the makeshift stage and strummed your Lyre.

“My dear guests, I really hope you enjoyed today’s performance as much as I did. This right now might sound like a farewell already, but I have one last performance before I will leave you for the night. It is a special song, most of you know.” People around you began to mumble, trying to guess which song you will play next. “As most of you already know, many songs played are retellings of famous stories of middle earth. And as you might know, me and my brother began to rewrite some of them as well. And as some of you might know, I am especially proud of the one song we wrote about the one and only Thorin Oakenshield.”

The crowd began to cheer, as you looked at the man in question. His eyes darkened at the mention of him and his life story being turned into a song. He would have expected anything, even the song of how the company and him got Erebor out of the clutches of the dragon. But his life story? How could a mere mortal even know half of his story?

You strung the first few melodies of the song. Your melancholy voice once more entrancing the people occupying the inn. Their eyes intently focused on you. But your own mind was only focused on the dwarven king right in front of him. You wanted to touch his soul with the words and retelling you once wrote together with your brother. You needed him to see that you knew his pain, even if you weren’t around him. You wanted him to know that his pain was shared and that he was not the only one who had to pass through tough times. You wanted him to know that you understood him.

Thorins heart warmed at the words that were dedicated to him. He didn’t expect you to completely put him under your spell and enchant him by the way you were telling his story. He expected things to be painful, but you made sure to put warmth and love, as well as care into every word. From the moment you mentioned the tragic death of his father, followed by the definition of his name, you thought about every little detail in his story. And it warmed his heart. You even mentioned how he conquered Erebor back for the dwarves and how he got rid of the dragon Smaug. Even the battle of the five armies was mentioned in your song. It almost felt like you have been around him since day one, watching every step he took on his journey. Almost as if you were a part of the company yourself.

After the last note passed from the Lyre and you sung the last melody of the song, you heard the applause of the people around you. Smiling brightly, you bowed once more, however your mind was still stuck onto the king who you just sung about. Letting your eyes travel across the people, you notice that the seat he had occupied during his stay in the inn was now empty. Slight pain squeezed your heart. You hated when people just left during your performances. Especially the ones the story is all about.

Descending from the small makeshift stage, you began to put away your Lyre into its case. Getting ready, to leave for the night you were stopped by a person in front of you. He was slightly shorter than you and you immediately recognized his blue eyes. “I hope I am not interrupting.” “Not at all my king.” You quickly said, straightening your posture. “I hope you liked the song. I wrote it together with my brother, as a small tribute to all the heroic things you have accomplished over the time.”

A smile graced the kings’ lips, which made you feel a little bit more at ease. “I was a little surprised, I didn’t expect to hear any song about me. Especially one that was so detailed.” You intently listened to every word that passed his lips, fingers tightly holding onto the case of your Lyre. “I did enjoy it though. It was very touching and it did make me think about some… things.” He cleared his throat before continuing. “Would you perhaps consider writing more songs? I mean about the dwarven kings and maybe Erebor?”

Your eyes widened at this proposition, never expecting these words to pass Thorins lips. “My king I-“ “Just call me Thorin.” “Thorin I… don’t know what to say. This is a big honour for me and I would love to accept this offer, but why would you ask me of all the wonderful and talented people of middle earth to work on such an important project?” You asked him, still flabbergasted at the words of the king.

“Well, I do enjoy the sound of your voice and your song about my story touched my heart like none before. I also think that Erebor deserves a song of it’s own, so it would only be fitting, to ask you for this important job.” A bright smile graced your lips. “In that case, I would happily take up your offer and write the most beautiful symphony for Erebor.” Erebor, the city that once belonged to the beast called Smaug. Erebor, the city of hope and chances.

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[nixie-writes]

Fem Reader As Daughter Of Seven Deadly Sins

I saw something like this a while back and I really enjoyed it so I wanted to give my own spin to it, hope you all like this! This was a big project and I'm glad it's done!

Lucifer: Pride

It wasn't easy being the twin daughter of Lucifer himself. Charlie was a literal rainbow, always cheerful and happy. Meanwhile you were more laid back, more chilled out and less energetic. Not to say you weren't happy, you could have whatever you want at the snap of your fingers, but you weren't very hyper.

Lucifer never picked sides with his daughters, he loved you both equally. He wasn't supportive of Charlie's idea of redemption but you and your mother were. You worked very hard to provide for her.

Many around the hotel were nervous around you. You took more after your father with the short blonde hair and the rosy cheeks and toothy grin. You knew they were scared of you and you took advantage of that, rivaling your sister in demeanor.

Overall you weren't a bad person like your father, nor were you as innocent and loving as Charlie. You just wanted to chill and enjoy the benefits of your family name. That didn't make you a bad demoness, just... different from your sister, who wanted to separate from her father's legacy.

Mammon: Greed

Your father did many things in the name of money and possessions. He had anything any demon would ever want or need. He indulged in food and spent money lavishly, knowing he'd always get more.

That's where you came in. You were his one and only, his prized jewel. He treated you like a princess, sharing his money and possessions with you because he refused to lose you. You had your own maid, your own home for when you settled down with a demon of his choosing and you had your own expensive car.

Mammon was no pushover however. He had strict rules for you to follow. He threw lavish parties more often than need be and always had a dress at the ready for you. He told you who to talk to, what to eat, you had to uphold his reputation as his heiress.

Overall Mammon wasn't a bad father, he was just obsessed with his sin to an unhealthy degree. He loved indulging and was very over protective of what he considered his, including you.

Asmodeus: Lust

Your father ran many night clubs in the Lust ring and around Hell. You, however, stayed far away from that lifestyle. Your father had the job of running lust, you would just be in the background enjoying his less sexual endeavors, such as when he threw balls and you could wear your least revealing dresses.

Your father didn't encourage you to live in the nightclub world, he wanted better for you. He paid for your schooling, your college and he even had money set aside for you to buy a house or rent an apartment of your choosing once you settled down. However you were happy living with your dad.

Your father made sure you had everything you wanted. From clothes to food to a maid or two. While he's the kind of lust and has a reputation to uphold but he had a soft spot for you.

He always made sure you had security when you went out, similarly to the other daughters. He didn't trust demons with you, considering you were the daughter of the king of lust. He cared most about your safety and would sacrifice his reputation as a pimp to keep you safe.

Leviathan: Envy

Your father always got what he wanted but wanted more. He wanted the women Asmodeus had, the attention Leviathan had, the pure power Satan had. He projected that onto you. You were his doll to dress up and show up the other daughters.

That's not to say he treated you poorly. He didn't envy the other daughters, to him you were the best. You had the best complexion, the best attitude, the best everything. He adored you.

Unlike your father you aren't envious of others. You have everything you want, there's no reason to be jealous of others. Instead others were jealous of you. Your father gave you everything you wanted solely so others would be envious of you.

Behind closed doors he was a caring father. He still tucks you in at night and cooks for you. Yes he has servants to do that, and they do that when he's too busy, but in private he loves you enough to do so for you and only you.

Beelzebub: Gluttony

Your mother was an odd woman. She ate a lot, she drank a lot, she threw a lot of parties. She seemed like an irresponsible woman but that couldn't be further from the truth. She knew she had to be gluttonous to keep up her reputation but she did many things for you.

She made sure you had everything you wanted. As the princess of gluttony it wasn't hard for her to get you a surplus of what you wanted. You want a snack? Here's a three course meal. You wanna go on a walk? Here's 25 security guards to keep you safe.

During her parties she encouraged you to go out and make friends with the other daughters but you were never interested. You just wanted to enjoy the food and chatter. You spoke to the other daughters and you all were on good terms but you didn't consider them friends.

Your mother loved you dearly. She still bought you stuffed toys and other cute things. She believed you could never have enough of a good thing.

Satan: Wrath

Your father was easily angered and he held a grudge. He was impolite and snarky to his maids and butlers, he had a high horse attitude around other deadly sins, but he treated you like a princess.

His power in Hell meant you could have whatever you wanted when you wanted it. Be it food, distractions, a new TV whatever you wanted was in the palm of your hand.

You didn't abuse this power however. Unlike your father you were very forgiving and helped the maids and butlers with their work. Your father chided you for doing something below your station but he saw that it made you happy, so he didn't stop you.

Overall your father could be a major pain in the ass because of how sinful he was but when he was alone with you he was like a puppy, doing anything to make you happy because unlike other demons he loved you.

Belphegor: Sloth

Your father was, well, a lazy bum to put it lightly. He never worked for his own things, they were always bought off other deadly sins.

He was lazy, yes, but he took care of you. He made sure you didn't have to lift a finger to do for yourself, which agitated you. You wanted to clean your own room sometimes but he always had maids doing it for you.

You had plenty of sweet foods and plenty of nap times. Your father took naps and often invited you to nap with him. You would just wait until he was asleep, which didn't take long, and slip off back to wherever you wanted to go.

Your father was lazy yes, but he showed his love for you in his own way, by ensuring you never had to do anything for yourself, but he never stopped you from chasing your dreams, whatever they may be.

#Hazbin Hotel x reader #Hazbin x reader #Helluva Boss x reader #Helluva x reader #Lucifer x child reader #Mammon x child reader #Asmodeus x child reader #Leviathan x child reader #Beelzebub x child reader #Satan x child reader #Belphegor x child reader

[kairiscorner]

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nah, but i can't be the only one who craves for this shit

vilomah. — miguel o'hara x reader angst (fem!reader)

summary: vilomah (n.): refers "going against a natural order," that natural order being he should've lived longer than you, but you survived, and he didn't. and miguel knows your pain, grieving, suffering and regret all too well. word count: 1,586

content warnings! mentions of death, survivor's guilt, and self-deprecation up ahead. if you are uncomfortable with these themes, please don't read any further beyond the cut ^^

life is supposed to follow a natural order; children must outlive their parents, it is only natural, it is only right. then how come life's natural flow abandoned you, stealing your child from you in the cold depths of the night?

you could remember seeing the unresponsive, sleeping face of your child. he was your only child, your only and dearest child. in that very hospital bed where he called home after not having seen the four walls of his own room for almost a whole year, he breathed your name as he held you close. tubes filled every airway on his face, he was getting thinner, almost unrecognizable to the energetic, cheery young man you knew and gave birth to, raised and loved all on your own.

"mom... i'm hurting..."

those three words, those last three words he uttered with a wince as he tried to face you, as if he were dying after a long battle and came home as a wounded soldier to the sole woman who watched him fight from afar and wished with every fiber of her being that she could just eliminate all his pains, all his burdens, all this hurting that made him want to give up.

and he did.

he left you, all alone, as a mother who nobody could call 'mother' anymore.

your son's voice haunts you every night when you resign to sleep, when you try your hardest to pry yourself from your loss, from your only reason to keep going, to keep living. ironic, is it not? to give him life and to hope he lives it wisely just to... to watch it fade from his eyes like a candle that went out too soon. maybe you could've met his partner in the future, attended his graduation, comforted him as he freaks out over a job interview, be there to witness his wedding, hold his firstborn, and hold his hand and tell him you love him before your flame is extinguished from the world.

but no, the world never gave you that.

the world took him away from you too early, and you could never hate yourself any more for being around longer than he was. the worst part is, you became a superhero not long after he died. you developed powers that were akin to a stealthy, predatory spider; one that takes lives instead of giving it, one that consumes to prolong its own life without regarding other creatures that it feeds upon.

you became anybody but the mother of a child, you were indistinguishable.

years passed after his death, and you separated yourself from your loved ones and friends. you got a new place the next town over, it was smaller than your old home, it had a whole new scent, a whole new appearance; it never reminded you of your son. this was good, wasn't it? you could... you could live. but why could you live, and not him?

why did you keep running around in that makeshift halloween costume your son drew for you, the one you made to match him, the only thing you have left that reminded you of him? why? why did you go around saving people when they never ask for it, why do you go about doing the job of thousands of other people all on your own? why do you think you can save other people when you couldn't even save your own son? "pathetic," you muttered to yourself as you tried to ball up the costume, tried to throw it away, tried to push all the memories and experiences you've had in the back of your mind--but who was really pathetic here? who was really the one needing saving here?

an alert came up from your watch that you set down on the coffee table, and you addressed it. it was a call from miguel, a hero like you--well, to call him a 'hero' was pushing it. he came on the other end without his mask on, and he was going to ask you on an update on the situation in your dimension, but he paused when he noticed you looked redder than usual in the eyes, and had your lips pursed. "...is now a bad time?" he asked you with a tone of concern as you responded nonchalantly. "it's good a time as any." and with that, the first drops of tears fell down and stained your pants as you sat down.

"i really doubt that." miguel responded as you sighed. "there's no update on anything, it's the same always, same petty crimes and same offenders. it's fine." you tried to explain as miguel looked at you with a... softer look. "are you... are you thinking about him again?" miguel asked you with faint voice as you place a hand over your eyes as you felt them grow heavier out of the downpour of tears you were going to release again. "no." you said sternly, but it came off so subdued that it sounded like a small cry.

silence filled the room, everything that went unsaid in that exchange had bottled up in you and was released through the tears you shed and never stopped shedding every night you dreamt of holding and seeing your son again. miguel sighed as he looked at you with sympathy filling his face. "i won't pretend i know any better and i... i won't pretend that i feel your pain exactly as how you're feeling it right now, but know that if... you want to talk about it, let it out, i'll always be here for you." he said in a stifled voice as you removed your hand from your eyes to look at him on the other side.

you sniffled and nodded. "th-thank you." you uttered as miguel nodded back. "you can... talk to me now if you want. forget the update, forget those lousy crooks right now. tell me everything you want to say." he said as you looked back at your mask, that very mask criminals see before they're beaten to a pulp and is the face of justice in this city--the very mask your son drew out for you so you two could match on halloween, that mask you wear to keep his memory alive.

you smiled as you reached out for the mask and held it, feeling over it as you chuckled lightly, thinking of how messy your son was with the glue, how he said it had too much of a certain color when he was just jealous it looked slightly better than his costume, all the scary faces you two would make when going door-to-door for halloween...

"he was an angel..." you muttered as tears fell on your mask now. miguel's mouth curved into a small smile. "go on, what, uh... what did he like?" "firetrucks and trains..." you went on as miguel entertained you, being amazed at how well you remembered everything your son was like and what he loved. you shared stories with him, you shared the drawings he made with you when he was still around--you cried, you laughed, you got a little angry at a few things he used to do, but ultimately, you forgave him for everything, because that's the natural order of things.

a kid is supposed to be naughty, nosy, a little ignorant and selfish--and your son was all of that, but he had a heart, a heart that loved you so, loved you dearly, and missed you every day you were away from him. "...i miss him..." you muttered as tears filled your eyes, and surprisingly, so did miguel's. he sniffed back a few tears and swallowed the sadness rising in his throat as he looked up at you again. "i know... but you are so strong for living out the life he couldn't live, never stopping at your new responsibility as a hero. you may be spider woman, you may be my colleague and my friend, but most of all, you were a mother. and that side of you... i can never begin to describe, you are phenomenal." he said with a slight warmth filling his chest, replacing the tide of secondhand and familiar sadness he was experiencing.

"please, if you give up now... if you give up now, he'll be gone forever. please, keep going, let it all out on me if you have to. just please, keep going, and don't let him die a second time." he pleaded with you as you paused and felt like a small hand was on top of yours for a split second, a hand on top of yours that clutched your mask. you turned around, but there was nobody, at least, not physically. you nodded and rubbed at your eyes as you muttered, "okay... okay."

maybe you were never going to be okay, no matter how many times you save somebody or remind yourself he's gone, but maybe... maybe even if you're not okay, no, even if you're not okay, you do deserve to live. you deserve to be happy, to continue living despite outliving your son, and you deserve to be at peace. you may be empty, but empty spaces can always be filled up again; maybe not quite as full as you were before then, but that space in your heart could be filled with some joy, and you know... you know your son would want you to be happy, even if he could only watch over you from now on.

a/n: i'm not crying, you are.

tags !! @miguelswifey04 @binibinileonara @fiannee @fictarian @yuridopted0 @jrrantss @arachnoia @melovetitties

#miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara x you #miguel o'hara x y/n #miguel o'hara fanfiction #atsv miguel #spiderman 2099 #atsv #atsv x reader #atsv x you #atsv x y/n #atsv imagines #atsv angst #atsv fluff #spiderman atsv #spiderman across the spiderverse #spiderman across the spiderverse x reader #spiderman across the spiderverse angst #spiderman across the spiderverse fluff #spidersona

[karume-everything-else]

Flufftober 2023

Day 28: "You're the love of my life, of course I came." [Reader x Kakashi Hatake] {Naruto/ Shippuden}

Mission after mission after mission, it felt like it would never end. You knew it likely wouldn't end, though you didn't know how much longer you could keep up with this break-neck pace. Yes, the Village needed the money these jobs were bringing in, but you were starting to get severely burnt out and it was showing with how little control you had over your chakra.

Which was how you wound up captured by a group roaming nin. You weren't sure what they wanted you for, you weren't even sure if they could ransom you in any form. What you did know was that this was some serious trouble and all you could do was wait for an opening.

And hope you could escape...

You were waiting for the embers of their campfire to die down, cloak you with just enough shadow that you could loosen the rope tying your wrists back. Enough wiggling should get you out of here without having to worry.

But before you could start wiggling, you felt a presence behind you. A person cloaked in nearly complete shadow, kneeling behind you to avoid the dying glow of the fire. Based solely on the feel of the chakra, you knew they were friendly... but that was all you could tell. Whoever it was seemed to have mastered lowering their chakra to something nearly indistinguishable from a small dog.

"Just stay still until they fall asleep." That was a voice you recognized so well, it took all your restraint not to relax or squeal a little, "I already poisoned their drinks with something to speed up the process, just give it a minute."

You couldn't nod or give any real indication that you understood. But good gracious were you relieved Kakashi had come for you. Not that the two of you were traveling together at the time you'd been captured, but you were supposed to rendezvous with him for the last half of his mission. It meant so much that he'd come for you... especially since he usually didn't wait around when you were late like this.

But as the roaming nin started to drop like flies, you scooted back. Getting far enough away that standing wouldn't wake them. As you entered a small glade, there he stood. Silver hair glinting in the light of the moon sickle, looking just as nonplused as ever. And yet, there was something about the way he was standing that made you think he had been so worried about you.

"You came for me this time."

"You're the love of my life [Name]," Kakashi sighed, "Of course I came looking for you. Not that we should let our personal lives dictate how we act in the field, but I knew that something had to be wrong when I didn't see you a few minutes late."

You stopped short of hugging him, "You mean to tell me that you can see me coming and you just keep going without waiting for me to catch up!?"

"Yes, but only because I know you will catch up." He only felt comfortable taking your hand at the moment, leading you onward to the next mission, "Though, you seem to be wearing yourself far too thin to be caught by a group like this. Is everything okay?"

"Yes and no." You were just able to fall in step with Kakashi, "Lord Third has had me going back out on missions as soon as I return to the Village, if he doesn't just assign me to a second or third mission right after I wrap up one in the field. I get why, and I'm by no means complaining about it. I'm just getting a little tired is all."

"Well, I'm going to complain about it." Kakashi muttered a little darkly, "There really isn't any reason you should be running double and triple missions while Anko and Genma are sitting around doing nothing."

"Kashi, you really don't have to kick up a fuss." You tried tugging his arm to persuade him, "I'll be fine."

"You're not going to win me over with puppy eyes this time. My mind is made up." He huffed, "And you clearly aren't fine if you're being captured by the likes of those idiots. You need rest and I will lock you in your house if I have to."

Kakashi was glad his mask covered most of his face, the way you giggled at him. He would always be a little overprotective, even if it was like pulling teeth to get him to admit to it out loud.

#x reader #naruto shippuden #naruto kakashi #naruto shippuden x reader #kakashi x you #kakashi x reader #hatake kakashi #kakashi #kakashi hatake #kakashi sensei #flufftober 2023

[gloomyjulliette]

💙Authors Note💙: Ah ha, so under the cut is my first post of the year; that ficlet you all saw little blurbs from last year. The pairings Crave(Chris x Sheva) and boy has it been a long time since I've written so be gentle with me.😅 I've really always wanted some post RE5! Chris and Sheva interaction and the scenario has been on my mind for awhile taking form as this little thought experiment. It takes place after RE6 but before RE8. Let me know if you're interested in a continuation eh?

*I've also provided the optional audio above via a text to voice app of the reading for those who have issues.

It was bleak outside, gray; the clouds that lingered overhead teased rain but they never quite let a drop fall. She could feel the cool breath of the evening, emanating from the pane of glass from her window as she absentmindedly gazed at the streets below. Sheva Alomar had been preparing all week psychically and mentally for her upcoming mission on the island of Madagascar, Operation Orchid.

This mission was something personal, for so long she had been searching for leads on the incident that took both her parents, Umbrella had a decades-long foothold in the motherland, and she would see to it that Umbrella, Tricell, or hell any other bio-terrorism cell would no longer continue to destroy lives.

Per her briefing, the lead involved was keeping things very close to his chest. On the one hand, it pissed her off; because of course it couldn't be that easy, but she was willing to extend a shred of empathy as he seemingly only had this information as his sole bargaining chip. This man shrouded in mystery would be accompanying her on her mission in exchange for a complete expungement of his record, seemed reasonable enough but she'd hoped this wouldn't entirely be a dolled-up escort mission.

The soft glow of the streetlights outside filtered through the curtains of her well-to-do flat, -bought and paid for by BSAA of course- casting shadows on the furniture. Sheva, clad modestly in a plain black camisole with a pair of basic denim jeans, paced back and forth in her bedroom surveying the tactical gear strewn about on her bed, double and triple-checking her equipment while her thoughts raced. The all too familiar adrenaline rush before a big outing was to be expected but even with the incessant resurveying, it couldn't push back the memories that were starting to bleed in— the feelings began to intrude— of missions shared with her ex-partner Chris Redfield.

She thought she'd compartmentalized that entire self-serving chapter of her life accordingly but those unresolved emotions she could feel gnawing their way back to the surface, reinforcing their presence via the butterflies in her gut.

He was in town. The twenty-three-year-old version of her the wide-eyed idealist and the young woman who was naive in matters of the heart would have girlishly thought; "He's here for me, to see me." But she was no longer that woman and she knew better than that, he was there for work, steadfast in his duty as a dedicated protector. Even after he'd been missing for months, worrying his sister-- hell worrying her to near death, even after a stint of short-term amnesia he conveniently told no one about, and losing Piers in China; she could feel him slipping away, walling himself off...occupying himself constantly with work.

She took her phone from out of her back pocket absent-mindedly scrolling through her messages until she saw his name:

Chris: Hey Sheva, in your neck of the woods next week for business. Mind if I swing by and catch up?

She remembered hesitating when she first saw the message, her thumb hovering over the keyboard. A flurry of emotions pushing back, dread, anxiety, relief, heartache...anger. A small part of her still hopelessly longing for the connection they once shared; the other part wanting to chew him out for ghosting and icing her out but then sending a message out of the blue after so much time had passed.

After a moment of contemplation, she had decided to respond.

"Sure, Chris. It's been a while. Swing by Friday evening? Round 6?...If that works for you."

Almost immediately, Chris's reply came through.

Chris: Understood. Six should be fine, looking forward to catching up.

He was never one to mince words, she honestly was shocked he had even sent a text in the first place, recalling a hazy pillow-talk session where he irritably groused about his distaste for it. But it was set and done and the pent-up tension came out on one haggard exhale as she arbitrarily slid the phone onto her coffee table.

Now here it was Friday evening, and she was standing there in her living room hating how it all made her feel. Was this all a mistake? Was she nervous? Angry?

She wouldn't have too much time to think about it as a knock on the door rattled her thoughts, jolting her back to the present. Sheva looked at her phone bewildered.

'5:45? Punctual this one. How could she forget?

Gathering herself, she approached the door; a soft exhale passing her lips as she hesitated slightly before opening it. Standing in the doorway was Chris Redfield, a rugged silhouette against the dimly lit corridor. His attire was rather morose not a hint of color, dark grays and blacks under a long coat. What was striking now was the silver cropping up slowly in his hair and beard, the faint beginning of all the wear-and-tear over the years, creeping up on his face. Still as handsome as ever though just with a bit more of a mature edge. Sheva couldn't help but set out for his eyes, they always betrayed him and she took a bit of pride in being able to find his tell, and when her eyes finally met his, for the briefest moment, the weight of unspoken words were laid bare.

"Hey," Chris said, his gaze breaking the line with hers, his voice low and gruff, a familiar warmth beneath the surface. "Mind if I come in?"

"Of course." Was all she could muster.

Sheva stepped aside, allowing Chris to enter. As he walked passed he still absolutely towered over her. The tension between them; already palpable, even after only a few brief moments a silent storm was brewing in the room. She closed the door, and as the latch clicked, the air grew even heavier.

"...I know it was on short notice, but thanks for having me," Chris said, his voice carrying a mix of formality and an underlying sincerity.

"Can I get your-" She motioned at the long trench-coat, trying her damnedest to keep up appearances.

Chris' eyebrows briefly rose quizzically and upon realizing what she was gesturing towards, he gently rejected the offer.

"-I won't be long."

Sheva winced just ever so slightly feeling her jaw clench, she led him into her living room directing him to the large sofa, while she took a smaller chair askew from him, and as they settled in, another bout of uneasy silence...

"So you wanted to catch up, let's catch up." her tone was cold, but her eyes burned and bore through him.

That didn't go unnoticed by Chris, a flash sideways glance in her direction turned immiedtly into a more defensive position, looking down and away.

"How are you? How have you been?"

"Busy...you know how it is."

"Yeah I do, in this line of work doesn't really afford much time for anything else..."

Sheva snatched her gaze away from him not responding.

Chris, ever perceptive, picked up on the palpable unease but decided to press on.

"I heard you transferred to a different branch," he remarked cautiously, choosing his words with care.

"Yeah, here in London." Sheva replied curtly. "Needed a change of scenery."

Chris nodded, his eyes studying her face for any hints of what lay beneath the cold exterior. "And how's that treating you?"

Sheva took a moment before responding, her eyes narrowing slightly. "Different challenges. More paperwork, less action."

Chris chuckled, a hint of nostalgia in his voice. "You always did prefer being out in the field."

A bitter smile played on Sheva's lips but silent she remained.

"...Heard you were soloing the operation in Madacascar."

Shevas brows furrowed a bit.

"And how'd you hear about that?"

Chris leaned back, his gaze steady. "Word gets around. You know how it is."

Sheva's expression remained guarded. Of course he'd know he was a founding senior member, but had he'd be asking around specifically? "I guess so."

Chris, sensing the need to tread carefully, continued, "Look, Sheva, I didn't come here to pry. I just... wanted to see how you're holding up, solo missions can be difficult y'know"

Sheva nodded, appreciating the sentiment but wary of the unspoken history that lingered between them. Chris searched her face again, his eyes running down her form, searching for cues she wouldn't vocalize.

"You have a partner on this mission?" he almost seemed just to blurt that out and almost immediately regretted how that might sound to her; yet he still glanced at her with a raised eyebrow.

Sheva's eyes narrowed at Chris' question, a flicker of irritation and suspicion crossing her face. She hesitated for a moment, debating how much to reveal, but then decided to keep it brief.

"It's classified." she replied tersely. "But, Chris please this isn't my first mission without you- without a partner". She hastily corrected. "I can handle this alone."

Chris nodded, understanding her need for discretion, a flicker of concern in his gaze nonetheless. "I know you can, Sheva. It's just... always safer with someone watching your back."

Sheva could feel her hands start to clench slightly. His concern was sincere; that she never doubted, but why now after all this time did he choose to sit before her?

"Is this your way of keeping tabs Chris? Making sure your conscious is clear hmm?"

He shook his head, his expression seemingly hurt and taken aback.

"Figured you'd know me better than that."

"Maybe a long time ago I would have; We were partners....a team. But things have changed...you've changed. "

Chris felt his shoulders tense up, his jaw clench, her response struck a nerve. "Sheva." He'd turned cold and stern. "We've been through this. We can't afford distractions in this line of work."

"Distractions!?" Her voice raised. She straightened her posture, turning to face him; eyes welling threatening to betray her actual feelings. She leaned in as if to extend her heartache towards him.

"No. Don't you dare..." You don't get to do this Chris! "You're the one who left." "You're the one who completely shut me out!"

"I had too!" He snapped, his face falling solemnly as he finally met her gaze.

"You are in danger when you're with me." " And I've lost entirely too many people I care about-" He stopped short; Sheva was watching him intently waiting with baited breath for what she assumed would be a poor excuse.

He was afraid that this would happen; but it was foolish of him to think this wouldn't boil over eventually; this was a conversation long overdue and he knew that at the very least he owed her an explanation...

"So do I just not get a say in any of this?" Sheva replied; a little despondent, the tears from earlier finally falling as she quickly went to remove them with the back of her hand.

"I fell in love with you..." He began, the words hanging in the air like a confession he never thought he'd utter; the softness in his voice amplifying the pain beneath the surface.

"Chris-" Sheva's voice was a soft plea, her eyes searching his, for the truth behind his revelation.

"And frankly, that scared the shit out of me," he continued, his tone laced with regret. "I couldn't afford that distraction. It compromised my judgment, my focus. I found myself questioning decisions, hesitating when split-second choices could mean life or death."

Chris looked up, meeting Sheva's gaze again, and in that moment, he felt like he couldn't remain seated any longer. He rose from the sofa, a mixture of sorrow and determination etched on his face. Closing the distance between them, he approached Sheva, kneeling before her; his hand gently cupping her cheek. His thumb tracing the path of a tear, wiping it away.

"You have no idea how hard it was for me to walk away from you Sheva; to walk away from us... but I had to."

Sheva's expression softened, the ice around her heart starting to crack as she absorbed the weight of Chris' internal struggle. The room felt smaller, the air heavy with the shared pain of a love that had been sacrificed.

"I could not... bear the thought of something happening to you because of me..." Chris continued, his voice now carrying the burden of regret. "Please. I just need you to understand that..."

His plea lingered, echoing in the quiet room, there was no more daylight outside, only the cold darkness of early nightfall and the street lights flickering from below.

Hestantily Chris removed his hand from her face, standing up he began walking past her just short of the front door; but not before stopping to look over his shoulder.

"While you're out there. One call, Sheva. Just say the word and I'll have a team there to back you up," he assured her, his tone conveying a mixture of sincerity and concern.

Sheva, still battling her emotions, felt a surge of frustration. Without thinking, she rushed forward out of her chair and grabbed the sleeve of Chris's jacket.

"Damn it, Chris," she muttered, her voice a mix of frustration and vulnerability. "You can't just waltz in here, talk about falling in love with me, and then just leave it at that."

Chris turned to face her fully, his expression softening. Sheva's anger faltered as she gazed into his eyes, and a silent understanding passed between them. In a moment of impulsive vulnerability, Sheva closed the distance between them, wrapping her arms around him in a comforting embrace.

Chris, caught off guard but not resisting, hesitated before bringing his arms up and around her to embrace her in return, one of his hands thoughtlessly caressing the line towards the small of her back a gesture that hearkened back to a more intimate time in their relationship.

"Look beyond yourself and your own fears for once, okay?" she whispered, her words muffled against his shoulder.

Chris stood there holding her, his resolve wavering more than he'd care to admit. The proximity reignited a familiar warmth within, and as Sheva looked up at him, her soft brown low lidded eyes and the curve of her lips drew him further in. He found himself captivated by the woman before him, a cascade of conflicting emotions welling up inside.

Against his better judgment, and against the voice commanding him to put duty over his desires; Those eyes; her eyes had him where he could no longer resist, he would gladly let her consume him. Chris tilted his head just slightly removing what little distance remained between them. Their lips brushing softly ;almost timidly at first, but then quickly increasing to a heated intensity that spoke to the true volume of unspoken desires they had tried so hard to bury.

Sheva sighed into it with longing and frustration, her hands wandering a bit aimlessly, almost like if she couldn't grab a hold of something she'd cruelly be woken up or he would turn to dust at that very moment. While Chris brought a more grounded energy to his ministrations, his hand moving to cradle the back of her neck, deepening their kiss. Her head was swimming, he expertly worked her body like he'd never left; the room seemingly spinning around them and the weight of the past; the tension between them fueling the passion of the moment.

Sheva pulled away tentatively; breathless.

"You're so selfish..." She purred, panting between her aches of desire.

Her words left his expression beckoning, he so rarely let slip the iron mask and only a precious few saw underneath it. Maybe right now, here with her in this moment he wanted to be selfish, let someone else be the superhero...

Sheva leaned into him, on her tip toes to reach; she brought slender fingers to trace the faint lines on his face, before trailing and then resting her hand on his chest. With eyelashes fluttered shut, she tilted her head back just slightly. He knew her body language intimately enough to understand the gesture; his lips seeking hers once more but with a carnal urgency that wasn't present earlier. Both their hands began to wander, tracing the contours of each other's bodies, fingers entwined in a dance that spoke of familiarity and longing. The physical connection reignited a fire that had smoldered beneath the surface, and for a brief moment, the world outside ceased to exist.

One of Chris' hands stopped on her hip to draw her closer, the other resting on her back while Sheva grasped at the collar of his coat eager to feel anything other than the material of his clothing.

But then, a sudden realization jolted through them. The intensity of the kiss, the wandering hands, and their intimate past collided with the stark reality of their present situation. He couldn't push it to the side long enough; just this once, he wanted to be careless and vulnerable, even if it was for the one night, even if it meant just for however brief he could indulge in pure unbridled happiness. He wanted her and she wanted him, but they both knew. He knew; it couldn't stay this way, not without him hurting her again and with that Chris pulled away, his breath uneven, his eyes locked with Sheva's.

"We-...We can't," he whispered breath still shaky, lust tinged with a mix of regret and urgency in his voice.

Sheva, her chest rising and falling, her grip loosening on his collar nodded in silent acknowledgment. The room was charged with unspoken words, and as they stood there, their faces mere inches apart, the weight of the impossibility of their connection hung heavy in the air.

Chris took a reluctant step back, breaking the intimate spell. Sheva's hand falling into his as if to weakly pull him back into her embrace. The silence lingered, and in that moment of clarity, they both understood why they couldn't continue further. The unresolved tension remained, a bittersweet reminder of the passion they had briefly allowed themselves to indulge in.

"I should go. Before, I do something I can't take back." Chris said, his voice barely above a whisper, his thumb grazing the soft delicate skin on the back of her petite hand.

Sheva nodded, her own emotions in turmoil. "Yeah, you should." She'd said that confidently but her hand still reluctantly pulled away from his.

As Chris turned to leave, the weight of sadness and regret began to fill the room. The line between duty and desire blurred for a moment, leaving them both grappling with the ghosts of what once was and what could never be.

"...Stay safe Sheva."

"...You too. Chris."

Chris nodded, closing the door softly behind him, and with that he was gone again. Sheva standing there alone with nothing left but the mission that awaited her, she would now have to focus on seeing that through till the end and leaving the past where it remain...

#resident evil #sheva alomar #chris redfield #gloomyscribes #im about to be annoying about these two so GET RDY lol #ships: crave

[dotster001]

"The very scary truth is that she means the most to me" ❤️ with Silver (plz your writing is so beautiful)

(thank you so much! I hope this lives up to your expectations 😬 If not, just look at our beautiful boy, and pretend I did that 😂)

30. The very scary truth is that she means the most to me.

Silver had been training harder than ever. While Lilia and Malleus both appreciated the enthusiasm, both couldn't help but be worried since his energy levels normally weren't all too good, but now with the more rigorous training regimen, he'd have even less than normal.

Lilia finally decided it was time to talk to his son. He found him on a run around the school, and floated to keep up with him.

"Are ya winning son?" He giggled.

"Hello, Father," Silver said as he continued running. "Is something wrong?" 

"Can't a father check in on his only son without a reason?" Lilia gasped, clutching his chest in mock pain.

Silver gave a small smile, "You're right, I'm sorry."

"That said," Lilia expertly transitioned, "Malleus and I have been quite impressed by your added training lately. But we also want to remind you that, especially while we are at Night Raven College, Malleus is not in any immediate danger. You don't have to overdo it."

Silver was about to say something, when he was interrupted.

"Silver!" You called, running over to him, water bottle in hand. Silver stopped running and waved at you, cheeks going pink as he smiled. 

"Jack said he saw you running, and I wanted to make sure you were staying hydrated," you said, hands on your knees catching your breath. You held up the water bottle for him, which he gratefully took.

"Oh, hey Lilia," you said as you finally stood up.

"Hey Y/N," Lilia grinned.

"Kay, I'll let you finish your run," you stood up on your tip toes to give him a peck on the cheek, and he squirmed away.

"Love, I'm all sweaty," he said, but you just giggled and grabbed his face, kissing him fully.

"Like I care if my perfect Prince is sweaty," you grinned, "I'll see ya later." And then you began the walk back to Ramshackle.

Silver watched you go, and Lilia watched his son's fond expression.

"Father, at first my training was solely to show you and Lord Malleus how grateful I was for the opportunities you've given me. But now," he bit his lip. "The very scary truth is that Y/N means the most to me. And they just keep getting themselves into trouble. " He looked nervously at Lilia. "What if I'm not strong enough to save them when they need it most?" 

Ah. These were the moments that parenting was all about. 

"First off, Y/N's tough. It's going to take quite a bit to take them down. Also, you never have to worry about protecting them alone," Lilia gave a reassuring smile. "You may or may not recall that Y/N has made a lot of powerful friends here, including Sebek, myself and Malleus, and we want both of you to have a long and happy relationship. Contrarily," he poked Silver's side playfully, "should you ever hurt Malleus' best friend, he may kill you, Fu Fu."

Silver gave a relieved sigh, "you mean it? You'd all help me?" 

"Of course, son, we will always," he was interrupted by his son's heavy breathing, as he fell asleep where he stood. Lilia giggled, and floated himself and Silver back to Diasomnia, where he tucked his son in, happy he could have provided some relief to his pure hearted boy.

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #500 followers #silver x reader #silver twisted wonderland #silver #lilia vanrouge #batdad

[noforkingclue]

Could you do a dark imagine for Tommy Shelby please, where your marriage to him, even though an arranged one, wasn’t loveless on his end because his love goes unrequited and has been for as long as he can remember.

And after many failed attempts at trying to get you to love him back, he finally snaps when he finds out that you have been encouraging different women to try and seduce him into an affair in an attempt to make him get over you.

I love writing for dark!Tommy. Hope everyone enjoys the fic!

Warnings: dark fic, forced arranged marriage, choking

Title: Pawns

Peaky Blinders tag list: @stylesofloki, @ohshititsfenharel, @lenaskyler02

Thomas Shelby tag list: @alreadybroken-ts, @darlingdevil, @lyrxbz

Everything tag list: @greenrevolutionary, @imjustassaneasyou, @spngingerbread21, @layazul, @lov3vivian, @simonsbluee

You clawed desperately at Tommy’s hand as he curled it around our neck. He pressed you roughly against the wall of your bedroom and leaned in close. He closed his eyes as he inhaled deeply and rested his cheek against yours.

“Stop that.” He said as you dug your nails into his hand

“Tommy-“

“Don’t speak. I don’t want to hear a word out of your fucking mouth. What I want you to do is listen.”

He opened his eyes as you opened your mouth and raised an eyebrow. He gave your neck a warning squeeze and you closed your mouth with a snap. He smiled at you and pressed a kiss against the corner of your mouth.

“Good girl.” He said

He brushed his lips over yours, achingly close and yet not giving into his desires. He forced you to look into his eyes as he said,

“I think I have been obvious about the reason why I married you.”

‘Yes,’ you thought, “For control.”

“I have given you everything you desired. Given you space when you required it. Been a loyal husband despite your best efforts.”

You flinched at his words and tried to look away. However, his iron grip on you prevented that he Tommy sighed in disappointment.

“I had been hoping to keep this from you,” he said, “To let you live in blissful ignorance but the time has come to let you know the truth.”

You frowned at his words and an unreadable look crossed Tommy’s face. He loosened his grip slightly and he pressed his forehead against yours.

“I love you,” he said, “Despite everything you have done and everything you will continue to do, I love you. I know you have always been… resistant to my affections even when I mean you no harm.”

You opened you mouth but one look from Tommy had you closing it again. He smiled as he traced your lips with his finger before pressing it against them.

“Your father always had grand plans for you, didn’t he? What were you to him- a daughter or a pawn? I know that was how you truly felt about him. But I’ll tell you something.”

He moved closer, his body firmly pressed against yours. You swear that he had never been this close to you before. He brushed his lips against the shell of your ear as he said,

“I know what you really are.”

The only sound in the room was the crackle of the fire. Your eyes were wide and Tommy pulled away to study your face.

“Would you like to know the truth?” he asked

You shook your head, terrified of what would happen if you spoke.

“The truth shall set you free. Isn’t that the phrase?”

You closed your eyes as you felt tears pour down your face. Tommy brushed them away with the same gentleness that he reserve solely for you.

“It’s ok,” he said, “It’s ok. You’re hurting now but I’ll make everything better.”

Yet another sickeningly sweet kiss was pressed against your cheek.

“Don’t you think,” Tommy said, “That our engagement and your father’s rise to power happened so close together? Bit of a coincident don’t you think?”

It took you a second before you realised the truth. A burst of anger coursed through you and you raised your hand to slap Tommy. In a flash he had let go of your neck and grasped your wrist. He pinned it against the wall and immediately your other wrist followed. You struggled to free yourself despite the pain in your neck and wrists.

“My father wouldn’t do that.” You said, your voice rough

“Take it easy,” said Tommy, “You don’t want to cause any more damage to your neck.”

“Fuck you.”

“Love,” Tommy continued, ignoring your insult, “I assure you he did. To him you were nothing more than a pawn. Something he could use to bargain his way into power. Don’t you see? I saved you from him. I have given you the life you deserve and you insult me by throwing whores my way? I… understand why you did it. You have been deprived of the love you deserved for so long. We both have.”

This time he pressed a kiss against your lips. You could feel the burning passion sear through it before he broke it off far too soon. You hated that you craved the feeling of his lips back against yours.

“So I’m going to offer you something.”

You yelped as he let go of your wrists and took a step back. You crumpled to the floor and looked up at him helplessly.

“You will accept my love and discourage any woman from trying to seduce me away from you.”

“And in return?”

“I will help you destroy your father.”

#fanfiction #Peaky Blinders #reader insert #request #thomas shelby #thomas shelby x reader #tommy shelby #tommy shelby x reader #dark

[akutasoda]

chapter ten - coffin dancer

　↳ vampire!luocha x reader

warnings - gn!reader, fluff?, reference to canon-typical blodd drinking, pining, wc - 1.4k

the universe was quite vast and you should know, you had visited most of it. you had always decided that becoming a traveller in this vast universe was something that you wanted to do. and from your very first opportunity to leave and travel, you took it with no regrets. moving from one place to anither always had it's ups and downs but no matter what you were content with your choice.

you found it rather enjoyable, visiting random places and experiencing what they have to offer before doing the same on yet another planet. and by now you had managed to far and wide and sure you hadn't travelled all of it - that surely would take most of your life - you always found new things to do in places you had visited before. the only downside to being a wandering traveler was relations.

ever so often you would bond with a particular person in wherever you currently stayed, spending quite a bit of time with them and letting them show you around their home planet before begrudgingly having to depart. sure you would still keep in contact but sometimes travelling certain distances interrupted signals and made relationships strained and hard to maintain. so as painful as it was for you, you made the decision to never get too attached to anyone you met.

and that involved travelling as a single person. most people didn't want to adapt to your choice of living and you understood but sometimes you still wished a companion would show up. someone who was like you and was very willing to travel the galaxy. it was just a small hope that became more and more apparent after leaving behind so many new friends. but it seemed the aeons had taken pity.

luocha also was quite the fan of a wandering travellers lifestyle more specifically the route taken by travelling merchants. he, himself having travelled quite a fair distance in the galaxy. he had adapted this lifestyle for quite a few reasons but two very prominent ones were the fact that it appealed to him and the other due to his kin. the universe was filled with various species and some had more of a negative reputation to them and unfortunately he was apart of that group.

he is still unsure on what his kin could've done to build such stigma but there was nothing to do about it. vampires were often viewed with caution and distrust meaning quite alot of people, if they knew, would choose to stay away from him. so travelling in solidarity was quite the welcome option.

anybody that looked at him wouldn't immediately scream about him being a vampire. the most obvious would clearly be his insistence on carrying that coffin with him anywhere, but that could very quickly be covered up by his role as a travelling merchant. he knew it was quite cliché but he did like it. even his fangs weren't that visible, you would have to be practically in his face to tell. but this had mainly come from him constantly hiding his true origins despite travelling alone.

sometimes, he too would long for someone to travel with but overcame it pretty quickly and brutally. and thus content with his lifestyle. but it seemed that even as a sole traveller his path was meant to cross with another sole traveler. luocha was undoubtedly on the luofu for less than desirable purposes. and you were there revisiting to keep up with a particular good friend. someone you had met with everytime you had visited luofu, and in fact the luofu was somewhere you had visited quite often. afterall you had managed to be classed as a honoured guest by the general himself.

and yet every time you had visited you never recalled seeing a blonde haired man dressed quite like that before. and neither did your friend. obviously you weren't just going to ditch your friend to talk to the rather suspect man but maybe tommorow you may cross paths again. you had plans to visit a few other places on the luofu and yet there he was again. this time you approached him. luocha was initially quite internally startled that you had approached him so blatantly but quickly amused the conversation.

very quickly you found out he was also a traveller, this excited you very much as you rarely crossed paths with such. the conversation carried on longer than either of you guessed it would but that didn't matter as you both enjoyed conversing with the other. so much so that upon departing, the feeling of missing the other was greatly reciprocated, unspoken but still there. you had sparked luocha's intrest in many ways, so much so that he decided to use up most his time in search of you. hoping that you two could have yet another conversation.

you realised how much time you had spent with the man you now knew as luocha, and realised how risky and bold this move could be. call you crazy but you felt a connection with him and recconned he could finally becomea travelling partner that wouldn't up and leave. so with much hesitnce, you proposed the idea of travelling with one another. and to both of your surprise it was met with a quick yes. luocha still had some unfinished business to attend to and you respected that and patiently waited until he was ready.

he wanted to leave in quite the haste but you didn't mind. you both had agreed that worst case scenario you both would depart upon the planet currently staying in. but it seems that wasn't necessary. travelling with the merchant seemed to only strengthen your bond and eventually you weren't just travelling as fellow wanderers but as friends. but even through this whole time, luocha was still harbouring his secret.

he never intended in the first place to tell you, but now was more insistent on it. you were the first person he enjoyed the company off let alone properly travelling with. so he was hesitant it may ruin that. he still couldn't even fully understand why he enjoyed being around you so much. so he let it stay a hidden side to him and he planned to keep that from you as long as possible. but it seemed the aeon's didn't like this.

very soon you noticed a shift in behaviour with your companion. it was light yes, but it was so unlike him. he normally was so calm and composed and now the smallest thing set him off on one. and thenhe would disappear and comeback perfectly fine for a few hours. and it was by pure accident how you found the truth.

it was after a particular outbreak on a new planet that you're concern peaked, so you apologized for your friends actions to the locals and went to go confront him and what truly was going on. and that's how you found him, desperately looking for something within his coffin justt to pull out a bag that you could only guess contained blood before he realised your presence and turned around looking incredibly guilty.

after that instance, luocha felt as if only denying it would make it weirder and so came clean, waiting for the hate and classic stigma his kin faced. just to be met with a simple 'ok'. you had travelled far and wide, met various species and formed your own opinions not blindly believed in rumours and stigma spread around. so why would you truly care that luocha was a vampire? you thought it was pretty neat.

it had felt as if a weight was lifted of his chest, and it seemed to change nothing in your relationship - if anything making it stronger. and so you both continued as normal, however now you had the tendency to tease him about his origin. but throughout all this, luocha started slowly realising just why he felt so attached to you. why he agreed to travel with you as a pair.

he realised that these weren't just feelings of kinship and kindness, but something more. something that admittedly made him think about you constantly. the only downside being he wasn't sure were you stood on him. but if anything he just had to figure out were you stood to take the appropriate steps for the future. wether that be travelling together as friends or as something more. he preferred that option in his opinion.

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[highqueenofelfhame]

idk if this is good i just wrote it and didn’t edit it IDK MAN IDK WHAT THIS IS i hope you enjoy it tho xo

rowaelin // 1820 words

It wasn’t the first time Aelin had cursed her socialite lifestyle, and she knew it wouldn’t be the last, but she really hated that a full camera crew was filming every second of Aedion and Lysandra’s wedding tonight. 

Not because she didn’t want the event well documented. This footage would immortalize their love for each other in a beautiful way and there wasn’t a doubt in her mind that she would never be able to watch it back and not shed a healthy amount of tears. If anything, she was grateful for that aspect of how chaotic their lives tended to be. What she wasn’t looking forward to seeing was Rowan Whitethorn’s face sneaking in and out of frame while he enjoyed the party. 

Aelin could deal with everything this night threw at her, but she hated that she kept catching glimpses of the top of his silver head over everyone else’s, or that he looked unfairly delicious in a dark, forest green tuxedo that fit his frame perfectly. She hated the feeling of his gaze on her when she wasn’t looking, and she especially hated when they made eye contact from opposite sides of the dance floor. 

The option to disappear completely wasn’t on the table. As maid of honor, she had duties to fulfill and knew there would be a million and one rumors about her having a falling out with Lys or Aedion. Though they laughed about all that outrageously ridiculous gossip, she refused to have that trump the day that was solely about them. 

So instead of trying to make herself blend into the background or hiding in the bathroom, she had taken to being keenly aware of where Rowan was at all times so that she could easily avoid bumping into him and having to talk to him at all. So far, through the ceremony and the first leg of the reception, it was a success. Her shitty relationship drama wasn’t going to muddy up the wedding, especially when Rowan and Aedion had only recently began to speak after two years of radio silence on Aedion’s part. 

Their breakup had been very public. More than one episode of the reality show that followed the scandalous lives of Orynth’s elite had featured her crying over everything she and Rowan had lost. Though she never watched the show unless she was feeling sentimental, she especially avoided the clips from that part of her life. It was a chapter she had slammed shut, and she refused to look back on any of it. Not yet, anyway. 

Truthfully, Aelin didn’t like thinking about it because she always tried to look back on it with rose colored lenses. There were many nights that she lay awake, watching her ceiling fan spin in spirals while  trying to avoid a mental one of her own. 

It wasn’t that anything truly terrible had been the reason for their breakup. Rowan’s career simply took off and, in the process of a blooming music career, their relationship had taken the backseat. He got too busy, long distance was hard, and they had grown apart. 

Except she didn’t feel like she was the one that drifted away. Even with oceans between them, she made her best efforts to show up when it mattered to him, to talk to him as much as she could despite a busy schedule of her own. And then one night while they lay in bed on a rare weekend he had free to visit her in Orynth, she’d whispered the words that shattered her heart and crushed her soul: I can’t do this anymore. 

It was all too hard, too much. It felt as though they had gone from being madly in love and bordering on obsessed with each other to struggling to hold a conversation. Rowan was often exhausted from long days of travel, rehearsals, or shows. Aelin worked hard, long days between filming the show and working on her designs for the next season. 

Rowan had tried to fight her on the breakup, insisting that things would get better, but neither of them could figure out the when and the how. He had begged, made promises that she knew he couldn’t keep, and swore up and down, left and right, that he would be better and more present. But after months of drifting, she couldn’t see the shore anymore. By the time she said it out loud, there was nothing he could say or do that would fix it. Aelin had made up her mind and waited until she couldn’t handle it anymore. And then she just… shut down.

It had caused a big falling out with their friend group. A few had been on his side, a few on hers. Aedion was blindly loyal to Aelin and cut ties with Rowan almost immediately after watching her slowly crumble from heartbreak. It had only been three months ago when he’d tentatively asked her how she would feel if Rowan was at the wedding. 

“Aedion, it’s not about me. You used to be best friends. If you want him there, then he should be there,” she told him, squeezing his hands as she spoke. Aelin had even told him early on he should invite Rowan, something he had shot down at the time. But as time went on Aelin could see it was bothering him. That getting married without his best friend since he could walk at least in the room would leave a single piece of happiness missing on the best day of his life. Of course she had insisted he be invited. It wasn’t about her, that was the truth.

But seeing him had been more painful than she had anticipated, even five years later, and she was tired of knowing where he was in the room at any given millisecond. As she had the thought, their eyes locked across the dancefloor and she quickly turned to find anything else to do than be caught in a staring contest with the love of her life. Instead of walking away, though, she slammed into the hard body of her cousin.

“Where are you off to in such a hurry?” He teased, steadying her with his hands on her shoulders. Aelin conjured up one of her infamous mischievous smirks as she gestured toward the open bar.

“Where else?” 

“The dance floor. You owe me a dance.” At those words, her heart softened and she patted his cheek, taking his arm and allowing him to pull her into the center of their dancing friends. A slow song that sounded vaguely familiar drifted through the speakers as they fell into a relaxed carriage, Aedion leading them in slow circles. 

“Our mothers are probably weeping over this,” she joked, eyes scanning the crowd once more to where Evalin and Aerin stood arm and arm with their husbands. The matriarchs had their phones already pointed to the cousins and deep laughter rumbled from Aedion’s chest. Aelin stuck her tongue out toward the two women, her mother shooting her a flat look over the top of her phone before she let herself be swept back into the moment with the man who was so much like a brother to her. “I’m really proud of you, you know.”

“I think you’re going to take that back in about ten seconds.” As Aelin’s brows wrinkled in confusion, Aedion spun her around and– let go of her hand that was quickly caught by someone else. 

The easy, relaxed posture she had with Aedion disappeared almost immediately as she scowled at him over her shoulder. He mouthed an apology, one that she mentally flushed down the toilet, and turned around to stare at the bowtie tied around Rowan’s neck.

There was no need to look up to know it was him. Aelin knew the callouses that scarred his fingers and palms, knew his warm smell of pine and snow. Her entire body was rigid while he led her in a slow dance as the song played on. Everyone around them had definitely clocked the encounter, and Aelin caught Lys smacking Aedion’s shoulder while he held his hands up defensively. 

The worst part about the entire thing was how badly she wanted to relax into his body, his touch. She wanted the hand that rested on her side to slip to her exposed lower back and hold her closer. It made her want to cry, but she exhaled slowly and willed her emotions to simmer instead of breaking the dam she had so carefully built around anything that had to do with Rowan. 

“I’m sorry for ambushing you,” he finally said, his thumb soothingly stroking soft circles over the bare skin of her ribs. 

“I doubt that,” she replied, finally lifting her eyes to meet his. Rowan’s lips twitched like he was fighting a smile. Aelin frowned. 

“I’m a little sorry,” he amended, eyes sparkling in the low, twinkling lights that surrounded them. Aelin didn’t say anything, shifting her eyes to the dark green fabric of his suit instead of the piercing green of his eyes. It maybe made her a shitty dance partner, but she couldn’t get her body to relax. Every muscle was stiff, even her fingers where they rest on his arm. Her nails were pressed into the skin of his hand where he held it, but it didn’t seem enough to push him away. “You look beautiful tonight.”

“Maybe you should have told me that more often before,” she quipped, unable to keep her mouth shut. Typical.

“I should have.” Surprise must have flashed on her face, because he nodded, letting out a sigh. “I should have done a lot of things that I didn’t do, that I stopped doing. I should have tried harder.”

“I don’t want to rehash our old bullshit at Aedion’s wedding,” she said tightly, jaw clenching over every word he said. “Time and place, Rowan. I know you were never good at that, but–”

“I’m sorry.” Aelin stilled at his words, something about hearing them now threatening to break down every wall she had built where he was concerned. “For all of it, Fireheart. You deserved better than what I gave you that last year. You deserve more than that. I was young and stupid, and I’m sorry. I never meant–”

“It’s a little late for all of that, Rowan.” Aelin pulled her hand from his and stumbled out of his arms, catching the bicep of a college friend of her cousin’s to steady herself. She wouldn’t fall, not with the way Rowan had immediately caught her hips to keep that from happening. 

“Ace–” He started, but she shoved his hands off of her and held up her hand to stop him. 

Without another glance over her shoulder, Aelin gathered the bottom of her gown in her fist and disappeared from the dance floor with a burning hole in her heart. 

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[gay4abby]

Hi! I was wondering if you could do some Robin x reader fluff. Like maybe one is cooking and the other just comes up behind and gives some back hugs and nuzzles. Maybe with a lot of compliments or a love confession 👀 idk my head is just filled with clingy Robin

Have a good day/night! :)

ෆ pairing. robin buckley x fem!reader (no y/n)

ෆ word count. TBA

ෆ warnings. talks abt low self esteem !! & just tooth rotting fluff ‹𝟥 ( made this modern day if u don’t mind ! i imagined reader n robin in a studio apartment somewhere in seattle sjsjsjs )

the sizzling of the pan echoed throughout the very tiny apartment of ____ and robin, an pleasant aura wafting through every crook and cranny of the shoe sized home. they made do with what they had and could not complain anymore about it. so long as they had a roof over their heads, they were perfect. content. robin was off in her corner, behind the room divider that separated both their beds from each other and the hall. the pair were not anything besides friends, but robin was harbouring feelings that made her feel embarrassed about anything she did around the woman she lived with.

robin had a crush on ____. if anything, though, that crush became something even more the longer they spent in the same vicinity. it took a lot for robin to admit it to herself, but she did. and when she came to the realisation she felt as guilty as ever. it felt like an invasion of her space, like she was intruding on her in a way that was only allowed for a best friend. everything they have done together was under the guise of being platonic, but now that robin feels a different way, it just feels wrong.

“hey, robin?” her voice fluttered through the home, gentle and knocking off the walls as it reached robin’s ears. every time ____ so much as uttered her name, she felt a whirlwind of butterflies in her stomach. a light hmm was said in return to ____’s call; robin did not waste any time in meeting her halfway, eyes solely on hers and nothing else. “i gotta use the restroom real quick, do you mind watching the stir fry?” her voice was soft, eyes gentle as it awaited an answer from the auburn girl.

robin nodded her head, a goofy smile appearing on her lips. “of course, i’ll try my best to keep it safe while you’re away.” ____ could not help but giggle, shaking her head and rushing off to the restroom in a scurry. the lovesick girl could not help but watch you run off in the direction of your shared loo, the smile on her lips never leaving as she finally turned her attention to the food you were making for the both of you. at the sight of it, she was actually confused on what to do.

if there is one thing robin does not know how to do, is cook. she has not cooked a day in her life. she practically felt useless about it some point when you both first moved in with each other, but ultimately had that feeling squashed as soon as you said it didn’t matter. and to balance out the work around the small apartment, the both of you decided you will do the cooking and grocery shopping, she will do the cleaning and organising. for a brain like hers, it just made sense. robin was a master of keeping her hands busy and the best way to do that was to put things in order.

the auburn girl had a knack for putting things in places that belonged together. she could not quite deal with the idea of house having things in them and those said items never having a place to go. everything had a place, you just had to figure out which category it meshed into. that is robin’s reasoning and you could not agree more. you both balanced each other in ways that seemed impossible. in ways robin thought she could never find. to be fair, every night she thanked whatever God was up there that she had you. but, this is something she’ll never admit to you.

she watched the stir fry as best as she could. and when i say watched, like she literally stared at it as she moved it around carefully with the spatula. hoping it would not stick to the pan and again hoping you would come back in time to do your thing. she was like a child waiting in line for their mother to come back and they were inching closer and closer to register. it frightened her because she did not know what to do. knowing robin, her heart rate began to pick up with each passing minute.

it felt like she stood there close to an hour, but it had only been three minutes before she felt a pair of lanky arms wrapped around her middle, her going stiff as her eyes stayed glued to the now finished stir fry. “you handled that pretty well.” your soft voice carried through her and she yearned for more as she leaned into your touch hoping it didn’t seem too weird that she melted as quickly as she realised it was you.

“told you i’d keep it safe,” she replied just as softly. “i even managed to give a little brown hue, you know the one that lets you know it’s all good? yeah. who said i couldn’t cook?”

“you, dingus.”

“hey? we stealing words now? that’s my line. no one ever uses dingus on me except for me.” a beat went by before she realised what she had said. in the moment of your quick banter she hadn’t realised she threw herself under the bus, a bright red hue appearing on her cheeks as you tried your very best to hold back a laugh that was trying to come out your throat. it was a pathetic attempt, one robin noticed quickly. “move over.” you squeezed her sides, gently placing her to the side and her yearning for your touch as you finished up the dinner for the night.

her mind was muddled with fondness. her eyes watched you carefully, whipping the spatula to get the food just right, hand on the handle of the pan and it clenching every so often when you wanted to lift it at a certain angle to move the food around to prevent sticking. you hadn’t even noticed there was a warmth settling over the apartment as you turned the stove off, placing the pan on the cooling tray and got ready for the plates. robin beat you to the punch, appearing next to you with two flowery plates, courtesy of your mother who had generously furnished and supplied you guys’ apartment when first moving in.

you placed the food on to the plates, robin immediately going to set up the table. “and when have you ever called yourself dingus? i thought you were too good for self deprecation,” you inquired. that stopped robin in her tracks for a moment, she realised she put up a persona around you when it came to her self confidence. in actuality, robin was the most low self esteemed person she’s known and it is insane that it just dawned on her that she was able to keep up a high confidence act around you. she wanted you to think she had a good head on her shoulders.

“uhh…you’re right. i was just staking my claim for the word. you know, how dogs piss to mark their territory.” that caused a loud snort to emit from you as you placed the food down on the table. robin stared at you with a dopey smile, she loved making you laugh it was a favourite pass time for her. if she could record the sound of your laugh and have it as her ringtone, she’d never change the damn thing.

“so that was you staking your claim?”

“solidifying it, if you will.”

“sit down and eat, buckley.” she saluted you. “yes, ma’am!” you could deal with her wittiness for as long as she’ll let you. there’s just one thing robin is very oblivious to, even if she thinks she has every thing down to a T. you like her just as much. if not more. two lovesick fools, living underneath one roof and acting as domesticated as two people can get who are just roommates. any outsider would think you both were very invested in each other, never leaving the others side unless it was to do something important like going to work (though, you both were home mostly due to remote work).

you both sat across from one another at the little table and dug into your dinner. the entire ambience was warm, calm. at least to you. you always felt that way when around robin, your heart flutters at the mere sight of her. never wanting that feeling to fade. “you’re not a dingus, by the way.” robin looked up from her food, dazed a bit by the overwhelming wave of flavour. if there’s one thing you really knew how to do well, was cook. she could never get enough do your cooking and baking. “what?”

“you’re not a dingus. i was just being silly with you. i don’t see you that way. i hope you know that.” your eyes carried a sincere expression as you looked at her. the food in mouth became dry, everything felt dry around her even with the warmth that the both of you radiated. “i knew that. i know when you’re joking with me, ____. i’ve learned to call the cues.”

your heart soared beyond the stratosphere. your face remained neutral. robin gulped inaudibly, she turned back to her food after giving you a soft smile. it wasn’t like robin to be so quiet, but in a moment like this she felt it better to be quiet and bask in the feeling of being in each other’s presence. you had caught her gulp, but didn’t speak anything of it.

you both subtly drew towards one another, you hadn’t realised your feet were playing a delicate game of footsie. your left foot over her left as the right made its way underneath both feet to intertwine with the other. it dawned on you both without realising it, and when you were finished eating you could not bring yourself to move your feet away. “that was delicious, ____,” she smacked her lips of the taste from the stir fry. you giggled at her childlike behaviour, both of you in sync on getting up. from any outsider’s point of view, it was as though the pair of you have been together longer than anyone knows. you both flowed with each other so naturally and there were opposing attitudes from you two.

robin had took it upon herself to collect both of your plates and began setting out to clean, already knowing her place. it was like clockwork with you two, one makes the food while. other deals with the mess that comes after it all. the pair of you had familiarised each other with all the quirks and habits that make you both who you are. robin was absolutely smitten the minute she found out you can do almost anything with a potato. and she’s a very picky eater, but somehow manages to scarf down anything that was placed in front of her that was made by you.

“i’ll clean up. you know the drill, go relax.” robin gently pushed you away from the kitchen getting back to the task at hand. you were going to be bored out of your mind waiting for robin so you decided that you’ll liven up the atmosphere a little by placing on a vinyl. the 1-800’s lovewave flowed through the speakers as robin was finishing up the last of the dishes, her eyes landing on you as twirled around the living area, swaying to the intro before it rushed into the verse. she couldn’t stop her heart from racing a mile a minute.

robin was so captivated by your carefreeness. if she could hold this scene in her memory forever, she’d play it a hundred times over any chance she got. “come dance with me,” you said, dragging out the word dance with a soft whine and the cutest pout robin has ever seen. she joined you, intertwining your hands together as soon as she got close to you. the music playing and the pair of you rhythmically dancing to the chorus, robin couldn’t keep her eyes off you.

“i-i have to tell you something.” moment of truth, robin thought. she said it so quietly, she had thought you didn’t hear her for a second. you looked at her with your big (e/c) eyes, expression becoming softer by the minute. you were anticipating what she was going to say and robin felt like a bucket of ice cold water was dropped over her head. she couldn’t lose you if it meant expressing her feelings would ruin the friendship. but she couldn’t stand the bubbling sensation she felt every time you looked at her or when you would talk about being involved with someone who wouldn’t treat you right like she would.

before she could continue, she walked over to the vinyl player and paused the music before turning around to face you. her expression was of a deer caught in headlights, robin didn’t know how to start this, but she knew she had to let it out. “we- we’ve always,” she paused, fiddling with her fingers. “you know i would never do anything to jeopardise what we have. and we have an agreement that if either of us get uncomfortable, we tell one another.”

that last sentence made your heart race. did you make her uncomfortable somehow? what did you do? you went back into your memory to see what exactly could have caused this to be sprung up, but you came up short. “did i do something wrong? i’m sorry, i didn’t mean t-”

robin was quick to shut down your overthinking. “no no, you didn’t! just — fuck okay, let me start that over.” she took hold of both your hands and led you to the small couch that occupied most of your living area. her hands tightly gripped yours and you waited patiently for the nervous girl to continue. “we always said we will communicate with one another when something is eating us alive. and it’s been bothering me for as long as i can remember.

“____, i really-” she didn’t get a chance to finish before you cut her off with your own confession. “i love you, robin.” those three little words short circuited her brain for a bit; eyes blinking profusely. she felt as though her ears weee deceiving her, “come again?”

“i always have and i couldn’t sit here and watch you choke up on yourself to admit it. we both know you have a hard time doing that,” you smiled warmly at the flustered girl, robin’s heart rate itself speeding up but not over anxiety, but of excitement and relief. she couldn’t believe the person she’s been pining after felt the same way about her. it was already hard enough to come to terms that she is lesbian, but to be in love with your best friend on top of that was even more frustrating. it was something she had to get used to.

robin’s eyes fluttered closed for a minute before she opened her eyes again to stare at the beautiful dream in front of her. “can i kiss you, pl-”

“yes. as many times as you like.” that was all she needed to hear before she dove right in and planted a soft kiss on your warm lips. that’s all she felt after that moment you two shared. and you made sure she always had enough of it to carry her on.

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[afriend410]

One Night

Summary:  After the loss of his father, Hiccup, ends up alone in an unknown tavern where a young barmaid keeps him company as he becomes more intoxicated and emotional after a few drinks. By the end of the night, he shares more than just the weight of his sorrow with her. Warning: Contains sexual content and scenarios, cheating, and alcohol consumption. Pairing: Hiccup/OC-Eira

The dimly lit tavern was filled with a mixture of muffled conversations and the clinking of mugs. Hiccup sat alone at a corner table, his green eyes fixated on the amber liquid swirling in his cup. The events of these past weeks were finally catching up to him, none more than his father’s passing. That weighed heavily on his heart, like a mountain crushing an ant, and he sought solace in the numbing embrace of alcohol just so he could feel something else or nothing else. He wasn’t sure as he did his best to quickly finish off his mead whenever the memories arose again.

A young barmaid with kind dark blue eyes and a gentle smile noticed the young Viking’s desolated state. She had seen many troubled souls seek refuge in the tavern, but something about his sorrow resonated with her. Gathering her courage she did her job and approached his table and gently place a fresh drink in front of him.

“You look like you could use another.”

 “Thanks.” He took the mug without looking at her and slid a coin her way. He then immediately started to drink the concoction presented to him.

Even his voice sounded in pain and although unprecedented for a barmaid to only focus on one customer, she couldn’t let him sit alone. “Mind if I join you?” she asked, her voice soft and compassionate.

Hiccup finally looked up, his gaze clouded with grief and possibly the alcohol and was taken a bit back at who was offering their time with his miserable ass. He wanted to be alone clearly but seeing that the woman was actually pretty and was the only one who seemed to care, he couldn’t help but silently nod in agreement.

She gave a soft smile and set the other mugs she was carrying down on the table. She watched as he reached for more money and stopped him. “Let’s say that these are on the house from now on.”

Again he nodded. He swallowed nervously for some reason and he wondered if the mead was working better than he thought. He took another large sip of his drink as she introduced herself as Eira. He put the mug down and wiped his mouth and held back a burp before telling her his name. “Hiccup, name’s Hiccup.” He saw her small smile when hearing his name and he felt a slight heat rise to his cheeks. Yeah, the alcohol was working.

As the night progressed, Eira sat beside him, lending a sympathetic ear to his woes and pains. The mead slowly chipped away at Hiccup’s stoic exterior. He spoke of the weight he carried, the responsibilities that now rested solely on his shoulders, and most importantly the death of his father. The vulnerability in his voice grew as he confided in the maiden across from him. He revealed more as he drank and more as he watched her join him. He continued to retell his fears, doubts, and the overwhelming pressure he felt to live up to his father’s legacy.

Eira reached out and placed a gentle hand on his, offering him a rare moment of solace. “You know you don’t have to carry this burden alone,” she whispered softly, her voice filled with empathy for the lad. “Sometimes it’s okay to let others help shoulder the weight. And you seemed to have a few people that will help you.”

Hiccup’s gaze met Eira’s and for a fleeting moment, he felt a glimmer of hope in the depths of his grief for the first time. Moved by her kindness and understanding, he mustered the courage to share more than just the pain he was feeling. He shared stories of his father, reminiscing about his adventures with not only him but also his friends, and the lessons he had learned from them. He even managed to chuckle at a couple of memories as they both continued to drink. He then allowed himself to speak the more he consumed the alcohol. He spoke of his dreams and aspirations, his deepest desires, and lingering regret of things left unsaid. Things he hadn’t even said to any of his closest friends or family.

Eira listened attentively, her presence providing the Viking with a newfound sense of comfort and companionship. She also made sure that their mugs were never empty and she had an idea that he really had no clue how much he was drinking, but again neither did she as she was slowly keeping up with his own pace.

As the hours passed and the mead kept flowing, the weight on Hiccup’s shoulders felt lighter and a flicker of resilience danced in his eyes. Neither even noticed how close they were getting near one another as they continued to share memories and stories. At one point Hiccup stopped to take a moment to gently squeeze Eira’s hand and quietly tell her with all sincerity, “Thank you.” He took a big sigh trying to take a moment, “I really needed this.”

Eira smiled warmly, her eyes filled with a mix of compassion and admiration. “Glad I can help,” she replied softly. “And remember no matter how dark the night may seem, there’s always a light to help shine your way.” She took a moment as her face gave him a glance of her own sorrowful memory coming through. “At least that’s what my own parents had taught me.” She took a deep sip of her drink.

Hiccup saw the pain that reflected in her dark blue eyes and realized exactly what that meant. “When… when did you lose yours?”

Eira’s smile faltered and a trace of sadness shadowed her expression even though she tried to hide it from him. It was no use once he asked her that question though and so she took a deep breath. Her voice held a bit of melancholy as she replied, “I lost them when I was little. My mom during a raid and my dad soon after because of an illness.” She trailed off a bit and gave a soft huff as she said, “I guess he really couldn’t live without her.”

Hiccup felt a surge of understanding of her pain. He reached out and gently clasped both of his hands with his. “I’m sorry for your loss,” he said. “It must have been incredibly difficult for you.”

Eira nodded, her gaze fixed on their intertwined hands. “It was,” she admitted softly possibly the first time she ever did. “But they taught me to cherish the memories we shared and find new ones to make here and now.” She gave a small smile and then lifted her mug a tad before taking a swig of the alcohol she had. She light heartily said, “They also said a party should never end on a sad note. So, drink up!” She then lightly tapped her mug against his encouraging him to follow her lead.

Hiccup looked at Eira, her words resonating deep within him. Despite the weight of their shared losses, it seemed her spirit remained resilient. He then couldn’t help but smile. Her lightheartedness brought a momentary reprieve from the heaviness in his heart again. With a nod, he raised his cup, the corners of his mouth turning upward. “To the memories that shape us and the love that carries us through,” he toasted, tapping his drink against hers. They both took a sip, the warmth of the mead filling their souls and easing their burdens, if only for a moment. They laughed the more they drank creating more memories together and honoring the teachings of their parents. Neither realized how much they were actually drinking and how open they were clinging and touching each other.

The night wore on and the tavern was becoming livelier once the music was starting to play. Hiccup’s and Eira’s laughter mixed within the air and as their conversations grew so was their intoxication. Despite the mead intake some of the things Hiccup was saying the young barmaid couldn’t believe.

“Dragons? Aren’t those myths?” she chuckled taking another mug out.

He shook his head and placed a hand on her shoulder and leaned into her. “No, no, no,” he hiccupped before continuing, “In fact… I can show you mine just outside the forest edge.”

She giggled and leaned into him as well. She then playfully teased him whispering in near his ear, “You know you don’t have to go that far to show me your dragon.” She twirled a couple of locks of his hair with her fingers. Her lips were dangerously close to his.

His face turned bright red when he realized her meaning and he couldn’t find the words to interject. Luckily, he didn’t have to when the band began to play another song, one that happened to be one of her favorites. He laughed when she dragged him on the floor, the mead doing wonders in making him forget he was a horrible dancer as he happily joined her.

Eira and Hiccup found themselves swept up in the intoxication of the mead and the joyous atmosphere. Their inhibitions melted away, replaced by a growing sense of closeness and comfort between them. Each step of their dance was clumsy and they had to cling to one another to make sure they didn’t fall. They did laugh at their coordination skills, but through the midst of their shared laughter, their gazes met causing both of them to blush and giggle in delight at the newfound freedom they felt in each other’s arms.

Their touches became more lingering, their embraces closer as they continued to stay on the floor. The weight of everything that caused them to start drinking seemed to fade into the background as they found solace with each other at the moment.

Eira’s cheeks flushed with a rosy hue whenever his green eyes caught her own blue ones. Both of them sparkling with an unspoken understanding.

The Viking holding her steady on her feet couldn’t help but feel a surge of affection for this beautiful woman who had become his companion through the night. Whatever walls he had built up to protect himself had crumbled all because of the girl he was holding and it could have been the alcohol or how vulnerable he was actually feeling or a mixture of both, but Hiccup gathered his courage and leaned in. His heart was pounding with a mix of uncertainty and anticipation as he planted a gentle kiss on Eira’s pink lips causing her giggling to stop as soon as he pulled away.

Her eyes widened in surprise, her cheeks darkening in a red blush. She smiled shyly, her fingers intertwining with his. She leaned in close to his ear and whispered, “Follow me.” He didn’t have much of a choice again as she was leading the young Viking Chief up a staircase away from the tavern’s party down below them.

Hiccup’s heart raced with excitement and anticipation as she allowed the striking female to lead him, his hand firmly clasping hers as they ascended the stairs.

As they reached the top, the noise of the celebration faded into a distant hum, replaced with a serene stillness. Eira had led Hiccup into a cozy room adorned with a soft fireplace glow and a decent size bed. The air was filled with a sense of intimacy and possibility, leaving the young Vikings feeling breathless.

They stood face to face with one another, their eyes locked in a shared understanding and an unspoken desire.

Hiccup was the one to test the waters between them. He gently cupped Eira’s face, his thumb brushing against her cheek seeing the blush rise on them, and as soon as the door clicked closed their lips met in a tender passionate kiss, promising something more to happen.

Her hands moved up his armor to rest on his shoulders while his hands went instinctively to her hips. Both pulled the other closer to each other as they deepen the kiss.

There was a brief moment where Hiccup did wonder if what he was doing was wrong, but that moment was fleeting as he felt her hips press his and grinding into his already stiffen cock. The mead clearly not affecting him there. He didn’t even give her time to gasp at the discovery as he continued to kiss her pushing his tongue against hers, muffling her moans. The young chief then led her to the bed, all while gently caressing her trying to figure out what clasp or knots undid what.

Eira was doing the same until she made it to the bed and was pushed softly upon it. It was the only moment she had to catch her breath. She leaned on her elbows to watch him easily undo his buckles and ties of armor and although she was enjoying the show she was following his suit as soon as she saw his actual clothing.

As soon as both were done they took a moment to admire the other. Eira had a deeper blush on her face than Hiccup as she noticed just how well-endowed he actually was. She muttered to herself not realizing she was not as quiet as she thought, “And here I thought it was your armor.”

He smirked and climbed on top of her settling between her legs. His hands stroking up her arms to pin them just above her head against the bed. He softly spoke, “Nah, holds me back when riding on my dragon.”

Her blue eyes rolled. Again with the mythical beast, but she didn’t respond in words only in a belated gasp and groan as she felt his lips attack her neck. Unintentionally it made her hips buck up making her grind against his throbbing cock.

Hiccup hissed at the sensation and tried to concentrate on what he was doing, but she made it difficult as she kept up her menstruations teasing him with the one place where his dick wanted to be. He growled in her ear when he felt her wet slit rubbed against him again, “Stop teasing me.”

Eira felt his hands let go of hers and move down her body. She felt them go to her breast and he carefully squeezed them making her moan. She was breathing heavily as she spoke, “Who’s teasing who?” She gasped again when she felt one of his thumbs rub over her nipple.

The young lad smirked and looked up at her. “Did that feel good?”

She nodded feeling his breath upon her skin, she then threw her head back softly moaning when his tongue passed over the sensitive bud. Her right hand gripped onto his shoulder as her left one tangled itself into his hair keeping his head there as he gently teased her chest with his tongue, lips, and hands. Her hips kept grinding into his causing herself to tease his hard cock, each time having it rub against her clit.

She moaned his name. She was almost pleading to him with his name alone.

He let go of her nipple with a pop and kissed his way back up to her body until leaning above her. He was breathing heavily as he looked down at her. He felt kind of lucky that someone as pretty as she was with him right now. Her dark blue eyes were glazed with lust as her brown hair cascaded around her. Her cheeks whether from alcohol or not were pretty pink color and if he paid attention he would be able to see a light scatter of freckles across them. But he didn’t have time for that. Hiccup captured her lips with his hungrily. Both groaning into it when he pressed the tip of his dick into her opening. Without warning he thrust into her causing her to break the kiss and quietly yell out.

“Oh fuck.”

Eira’s nails scraped lightly at his back as her legs wrapped around him as he continued to thrust inside her. She kept saying his name or a god’s name every time he entered her. He also kept assaulting her neck, collarbone, and shoulders with small kisses and nips, which caused her to say his name.

Whether she knew it or not it left a small smirk on his lips when she did. Hiccup was enjoying the way his name was coming from her. Almost to the point where he purposefully drew out each thrust only to slowly push into her fully, pressing against her womb, just so he could hear her draw out his name. Yet when that happen he also couldn’t hold back and he picked up his pace fucking her harder, if possible. He grunted and groaned every time she squeezed around him and if she continued it then he wasn’t sure how much longer he was going to last. So, in order to get her there with him he reached down and pressed his thumb on her swollen clit and rubbed it in small fast circles causing Eira to once again call out his name and tighten her hold on him.

The dragon rider leaned in close to her ear and in a deep groan said her name. “I’m almost there Eira, are you?”

All she could do was nod rapidly until she was cumming around his cock arching her back trying to keep him inside her as she did so.

He couldn’t though. He kept his quick pace fucking her relentlessly until he was about to cum. When he was about to he told her, “I’m going to fill you. I’m going to fill you up Eira. Gods, I’m gonna…” He did. He grabbed hold of her hips and held her against his dick as it twitched inside her filling her pussy with his seed.

Both of them were out of breath and Hiccup carefully rolled over off of Eira as he lay next to her. Both were physically exhausted and the effects of the mead were taking its toll on them. Hiccup lazily reached for the blanket to cover themselves with before they passed out. Neither said a word to the other before sleep over took them.

As the dawn broke and the first rays of sunlight filtered through the open window, Hiccup and Eira lay in each other’s arms, their breathing calm and peaceful.

Hiccup’s eyes fluttered open and he took a moment to gather his thoughts and regain his bearings. The throbbing ache in his head served as a reminder of the indulgence of the previous night but paled in comparison to the weight of guilt that settled up his shoulders.

Gently extracting himself from Eira’s embrace, Hiccup sat up his mind swirling with conflicting emotions. He watched her peaceful form, her features softened by the morning light, and a pang of regret coursed through him. He couldn’t help but question the choices they had made in the haze of the night and the vulnerability they shared. His heart was now carrying a mixture of conflicting emotions as well. While guilt was tugging at him, there was also a part of him that felt a glimmer of happiness and perhaps some liberation. The time spent with Eira, even for the brief moment, had lifted some of the weight of his grief. She had shown him that life will still hold moments of joy and excitement even amidst the loss.

He sighed as he was going deeper into his thoughts. His mind wrestled with the aftermath of their night together. The guilt was persisting as he realized he fucked someone who wasn’t Astrid, the woman he was supposed to be with. He placed his head in his hands. He closed his eyes tightly and tried to think of something to say or even do. Maybe he shouldn’t say or do anything. Maybe it should be a night only for the two of them to know. He sighed again and turned to the woman still asleep beside him. A soft smile graced his lips while looking at her and he made his decision right there on what to do.

Hiccup decided to give Eira the space she needed to wake at her own pace. He quietly got dressed and slip out of the room, leaving her to her rest.

He found himself outside the tavern taking in the crisp morning air. As the cool breeze brushed against his face, Hiccup pondered the path that lay ahead. He knew that the responsibilities of leadership and the weight of his father’s legacy still awaited him. But now, he had to go back home to Berk. Back to his people. Back to his new duties. Back to Astrid, the woman he may be in love with- was in love with. He shook his head as he corrected the thought.

Before he left to go find Toothless to head home, he cased his green eyes towards the loft above the tavern where he spent his night and quietly bid farewell to the beautiful maiden who kept him company in his time of need, Eira.

#how to train your dragon #httyd #HTTYD OC #hiccup horrendous haddock iii #Hiccup #httyd fanfiction #httyd fanfic #hiccup x oc #my oc eira #Eira

[sunnydice]

🪦 and/or 💥 and/or ♟️ for ask game ^-^

🪦 - are certain characters functionally dead?

i'm not too sure whag this means or how to answer i fear OTL so sorrey. i think all characters are have an opportunity to impact things especially because of the limboisms + ghosts. i guess maybe alyssa? especially cuz her bigger tethers like callahan also aren't around much so theres less opportunity for her legacy/memory to be carried. wait speaking of ghosts where are cvik n clazar's ghosts. hope there's not an evil asshole who would purposely keep them from leaving frm smwhere to make sure they don't tell anyone what he did to them. lol. lmao. l

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💥 - should c!niki apologize to c!clingyduo?

i mean i think so? cniki did super scapegoat and try to kill ctommy in a slash srs way and as interesting and well written as it was that's still naottttt. v cool. and uhh. also she helped release cdrm from prison. i donnie think she's irredeemable at all and i don't think she had to grovel but. zero concern abt the fact she's directly assisting a group of overpowered assholes in releasing sm shithead abuser who ruined HER AND ALL HER FRIENDS LIVES so he can run around and do it again is pretty crazy. imo. to be clear ☝️‼️ ilove cniki i absolutely do but like. cmon.

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♟️ - was c!wilbur a dictator for trying to rig the vote?

oiuwhUWGH I'VE BEEN WAITING TO BE ANNOYING ABT THIS. HELLO. OK.

to start, no, i don't think he's a dictator for it at all 👍 i think dictator is a pretty specific thing that people LOVEEE to throw around incorrectly in dsmp discussion. BUT, while he may not be not a dictator, he IS a MASSIVE LOSER 🗣‼️

my hot take abt it is that uhh. i think people tend to have an incredibly reductive view abt cwilbur. specifically in wilburian circles which i've complained abt lots before but. idk the strange incentive to sand down all the shit that makes him interesting or deeper to form this bland, more easily palatable/defendable mush of a character makes me insane in my head.

the reason i bring this up here (and how it relates to my point/the prompt) is: acting like ctommy was solely and selflessly cwilburs only motivation for making lmanberg is. imo. a retcon. if i am to be honest w you. because it's Not Textually True.

like yes, he does deeply, deeply love tommy, that's undeniable. yes, he clearly built it w him squarely in mind but it was also for everyone! lmanberg was a family! his literal actually son lived there. they all loved eachother, they wanted a place for themselves. and it was Also for power and Also sticking it to the man!! (And completely justified to be clear!! he was being smarmy abt it, of course but thts not a bad thing!! he was 100000% right.). not to even mention the cphil letters and what that entails. and to act like it can only be the one that makes him look "the best" is. annoying.

compare to ceret. if we act like ohhh poor baby eret was just manipulated into betraying lmanberg and that's the end of it no need to dig deeper. man shut UP. IT'S LAME. things can be complex! she was manipulated, textually, of course she was, but she was also selfish! she betrayed the people she loved most, and she wanted the crown, the kingship, he wanted power. and of course, you can't ignore that in a server where power is one of the only ways to achieve security, for both himself and her friends, it makes total sense tht she would go for it! it can be multiple things.

another example i'll use is uhh election era q to narrow it down. during the election arc, he super wanted to help people!! he was earnestly pitching that they wouldn't need an iron fist bcs they could just all learn to be niceys to eachother. he really took what ppl said to heart and wanted to make lmanberg the best it could be, away from someone who he thought would abuse his position and WAS abusing his position. and he was also a HUGE TOXICA CUNT. he stabbed people and shot them and was a huge bully, and more often that not was encouraging and participating w cschlatt's more assholey actions when he also. an asshole. because they both are. 😭 q wanted power. again, power = security in the dsmp. so you can rlly understand his throughline. while also going hey, shooting people with horse tranquilizer is also super his own stupid evil little choice. things can overlap.

so to the ctommy is cwilbs only priority there line. if it's all for him. if he secures the country at the expense of two of his little brothers lives.

for the lack of better term, why does he leave it up for grabs for his ego.

there's no power to secure at that point. they won. there's no thing he needs to overcome right now, there's no current threat. (to be clear cdrm is always a threat but at the time no one is really aware how far he's willing to go and the seeds he's planting) and again, i understand that he was paranoid, and wanted validation, but point blank canon this is a fully lucid bad decision.

and even then, if you wanna say ohh well maybe he didn't realize smone could stop him maybe he never realized smone would intervene. that's still. annoying and bad. 😭. to not even give the people the chance? i don't think it's irredeemable At All but it's purpose in the narrative is undoubtedly short sighted and selfish.

even Then, he had another chance to bag it smhow. and he fumbled that too!

(pretty good breakdown of what i will be adressing can be found here, w timestamps -> https://www.tumblr.com/stellocchia/661878977008467969/stellocchia-thespoonisvictory-s1-elections)

in the convo, cwilb offered cq the opportunity to do a coalition w him. his offer is they pool their votes together and whoever gets the most votes in between them is allowed to keep the whole country.

cq calls him out, rightfully, and goes hey man. you can act like you think i have a fair shot all you want but you are out of your dome if you think people will somehow vote for me more than they'll vote for you.

cq even tries to compromise when wil falters, and say why dont we split power and run it together. and wilbur tells him NO‼️ even if you believe that cwilbur believe that cq loves lmanberg, which i do, and even if you believe it when he says that he would be ok w it in q's hands, which i don't considering he refuses to meet him in the middle, q Does calls him out for him. he says yr just using me. this is a scam.

and ctommy and cwilb reply 'YEAH IT IS ^__^" like man cmonnnneudhdjk. and that's what makes cq join cschlatt!

so to cut myself off, no. he's not a dictator mm mm, just short sighted and selfish and unwilling to compromise. 👍 unrelatedly does anyone else think it's crazy that in the canonical pogtopia wins au wilbur was gnna jail schlatt after he lost over "commiting voter fraud" (despite cwilb trying and failing to do that as well) and was just leave him there. like. he was also gnna make cq build a second layer of the lmanberg walls and cq was going to leave a secret tunnel in it on schlatts behalf. huh. what. anyone else think that's crazy.

#TYSM FR the question delilah smile this was really fun to formulate #askatraz #quackitytheduck #ask games #cwilbur crit #<- LIKE I GUESS.

[lyranova]

2, 6, 12, 13, 22, 26, 33 and 47 for YamiChar, please?

Hiya anon! Of course and I’m sorry this took a while, but I hope you enjoy 🥰!

2. Who wakes up early/Who sleeps in late?

Charlotte wakes up early. Yami sleeps in late. That’s just how the two have always been I think 😆, but I do get the sense that sometimes they kind of flip and Yami will wake up early while Charlotte sleeps in late or sometimes they’ll both fall into the same schedule 😁. But usually the two stick to their routine!

6. How do they make up/apologize after an argument?

I feel like the two just bluntly apologize to each other. I don’t really see either one beating around the bush or dragging it out, once they realize they were in the wrong or that they misunderstood they usually just come out and apologize. Although sometimes they’ll butter each other up and give gifts or hugs as “peace offerings” but that’s about it 😆!

12. Do they have a difficult time when separated from each other, or are they fairly independent?

I feel like they’re both fairly independent, even after they get married. But I feel like the longer they’re together, or the longer apart they are, they begin to have a difficult time. They begin to miss each other and begin to wonder what they’re doing while the other is away.

13. How do they keep in contact when they’re apart? Do they write letters, talk on the phone, or simply wait out the time?

I think they do a combination of all three tbh 😆! I feel like if they’re only going to be gone a day or two they’ll just wait out the time, if they’re gone for a couple of weeks they’ll use Magical Communication devices, but they’re gone for much longer they’ll use letters in combination with the Communication devices!

22. Are they comfortable joking around with each other and being silly/playful?

I think they are! Yami is a lot more comfortable with being silly/playful and joking around then Charlotte is tho 😆! He did it before they started dating, and will do it for many years after! While Charlotte begins getting more comfortable with it after the two have been together for a while, which makes Yami very happy!

26. What sacrifices do they make for the other?

Charlotte’s sacrifice was her Captain’s robe. Of course she didn’t give it up just solely for Yami, she gave it up a because the two had their children. Although it wasn’t for many years, she began slowly giving up certain duties to her VC after their first child was born until eventually she felt comfortable enough letting it go completely.

Yami’s sacrifice was his cigarettes. He began giving them up gradually after he and Charlotte got together, and he finally went cold turkey after his first child was born. He said he wanted to live long enough to see his kids get married and start their own lives, and he wanted to be able to grow old alongside Charlotte.

So they both gave up things that were important to each other!

33. How do they flirt? Who’s the worse flirt?

Charlotte is the worst flirt out of the two, although Yami isn’t much better imo 😅! I feel like Yami is the unintentional flirt, he says something that, in his mind, is normal, friendly, and honest. But his words can actually be taken as flirting too 😆. When he’s actually flirting tho he’s quite awkward and kind of stumbles over his words because he’s unsure. While Charlotte’s flirting she’s also very awkward and unsure, but when she’s drunk I feel like she’s a better flirt because she isn’t being cautious of what she’s saying and is actually speaking her mind and is telling Yami how she feels.

So when both flirt intentionally, they’re very awkard and unsure, but when it’s unintentional? They’re both actually pretty good at it!

47. Do they sleep beside each other? Why or why not?

I do think they sleep beside each other, I feel like it was a bit awkward at first but the two got used to it very quickly! I feel like the reason the two sleep beside each other is for safety and security.

They feel safe and secure when they’re beside each other, they feel the stress of the day melt away as they lay beside one another and hold each other in their arms. So it’s become a comfort to YamiChar imo!

#asks #anon🌟 #ship ask game #yamichar #yami x charlotte #charlotte x yami #yami sukehiro #sukehiro yami #charlotte roselei #thanks for asking 💕!