#let's be proud of how far we've come tonight.

[lilacura]

Halftime kisses | Nakamura Kazuha

pairing: nakamura kazuha x reader

>wc: 500

sypnosis: just fluff :3

Kazuha dribbled the football up and down the field, practicing her shots on goal as sweat poured down her face under the hot afternoon sun. Despite putting her all into practice, her mind kept drifting to the argument she had with Y/N earlier that day.

It had started off innocently enough, with Y/N reminding Kazuha that they had a big test coming up in their shared literature class. But when Kazuha mentioned she needed to stay late for football practice to prepare for their upcoming game, things quickly escalated.

"Your team isn't the only thing in your life, Kazuha!" Y/N had shouted accusingly. "We've barely seen each other this whole semester because you're always at practice. What about your studies? You're going to fail if you don't start focusing more on school."

Kazuha tried to defend herself, but her excuses just made Y/N more angry. In the end, Y/N stormed off without letting Kazuha get a word in edgewise. Now here she was at practice, mentally and physically kicking herself for prioritizing football over her girlfriend.

Just as she took another shot at the goal, Kazuha froze at the sound of upbeat cheering coming from the sidelines. She turned to see the cheerleading squad, including Y/N, running drills of their own at the far end of the field. Kazuha's heart sunk as she realized they must have accidentally double booked the field for practice.

With new determination, Kazuha resumed her drills with vigor, hoping to catch Y/N's attention. She dribbled at top speed, fired shots with laser precision, and showed off with fancier tricks than usual. But no matter how impressive her skills, Y/N refused to even look in her direction. It was clear Kazuha had some serious apologizing and making up to do.

When practice finally ended, Kazuha hurriedly chugged her water bottle before jogging over to the cheerleaders. "Y/N, can we talk?" she asked, slightly out of breath.

Y/N pretended not to hear, busying herself with rolling up her pom poms. Kazuha gently grabbed her arm. "Please, I'm sorry. You were right - I've been neglecting my studies to focus on football. But it's not because I don't care about you or our future together."

Slowly, Y/N turned to face Kazuha with a raised eyebrow, giving her a chance to explain. Kazuha took a deep breath. "Football is important to me, but so are you. I want to make you proud as much as I want to win games. Can you forgive me for losing sight of what really matters?"

For a long moment Y/N was silent, staring into Kazuha's earnest crimson eyes. Then finally, the ghost of a smile flickered on her lips. "I suppose I can find it in me to forgive you, on one condition."

"Anything," Kazuha said instantly.

"Study with me tonight. And no more late night practices without letting me know first, okay?"

Beaming, Kazuha nodded enthusiastically. "Deal! I promise, from now on you come first before any game.” She pulled Y/N into a hug, which was sweetly returned. All was forgiven between the star athlete and her cheerleader sweetheart, who both vowed to find a better balance going forward.

a/n: this was SOOOO rushed im so sorry if it sucks ass

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[lucy90712]

Hiii can u do a sort of love triangle with gavi and pedri ♡♡

A/n: my requests are open so feel free to send me more requests. 

If you guys want me to do another one of these but the other way round let me know 

wc: 2200+

When moving to Barcelona I thought I would really struggle to make friends but right when I arrived I managed to make two great friends and now we are as close as anything. Gavi and Pedri aren't the people I thought I'd make friends with when I moved here but after we happened to meet and they were so nice and helpful I wouldn't have wanted things to go any other way. Being friends with them is like having two bodyguards at times they are always keeping an eye on me and protecting me when we go out anywhere together which I really appreciate. Its come to the point that I don't know what I would do without and I hope they feel the same way about me. 

It has been far too long since I've last seen them both has they have been away for the World Cup but now they are back and we are finally going to see each other for a movie night which we do all the time but it's been a while since we've done one. Since we planned this I've been really excited but also a bit nervous as things have changed since they left. After they left and I had so much time to myself I spent too much time thinking and I realised that I have a crush on Pablo which I had been trying to ignore and push to the back of my mind for months. I feel so stupid because I told myself not to catch feelings for either of them as I know that if I say anything it will ruin everything as if he doesn't feel the same way it will ruin the whole group dynamic as things will be so awkward. While they have been away its been fine as when we talk over FaceTime I can hide it but I'm not sure that I can do the same thing in person as they know me so well that I just know I'll give it away. 

To distract myself from how nervous I am about tonight I have spent most of the day in the kitchen baking as the boys both love the cookies and cupcakes I make so I thought I'd make some for us to have as snacks and as my way of showing how proud I am of them both for their performance. As a distraction it has been working pretty well as I've been busy and had music on which has kept my attention away from my worries but as soon as I stopped my worries came flooding right back into my mind. I can't stop playing out every possible scenario in my head which isn't helping at all as none of them end very well in fact they all end with me losing my friends and being all alone again. 

The boys have their first training back with Barca today but afterwards they said they would stop off at mine and pick me up so we can go back to Pedri's place as thats where we always hang out  which means I don't even get any time to prepare myself because as soon as they get here I'll have to see Pablo straight away. Since finishing baking I've been looking at my wardrobe deciding what to wear as I want to be comfy but I also still want to look nice as for some reason I still feel the need to impress Pablo. After ages of debating with myself I settled on some sweatpants and a crop top so that I didn't look like a complete mess but was still comfy although it still didn't feel right but it will have to do as the guys will be here soon. 

Pedri's POV 

Training seemed to drag on forever but eventually it finished and Pablo and I quickly got changed and headed to my car to go and pick y/n up. We have been friends for ages now but we haven't seen her in a while as we were away for the World Cup and she had to stay for school and work so the both of us are really excited to see her again. For a while now I've had feelings for y/n as in feelings that go beyond just friends but I haven't said anything as I don't want to ruin our friendship or make things awkward with Pablo as he will still want to be her friend I know. Sometimes seeing her is hard because I just want to say something or for my feelings to go away but of course they don't so I just put on an act and pretend that everything is normal. 

Pablo and I got in the car and since he’s been fiddling with literally anything in sight which isn't normal for him. He has been acting off in general today to start with he was way too excited about training in the freezing cold but since we finished he's been nervous as anything and I just can't figure out what's going on. Usually he will tell me everything but today there is definitely something he isn't telling me and I have to know what it is as this isn't usual for him. 

"Hey man are you alright you seem really nervous" I said 

"I'm fine its just y/n" he said 

"What about her?"I asked 

"Well I really like her and while we've been away I have been thinking more about it and I want to tell her how I feel but I don't want to ruin everything as I don't think I could handle not having her in my life" he admitted 

As soon as I heard those words came out of his mouth I felt my heart sink. I should've known that he liked her I mean now that I think about it it’s so obvious she's the one person he FaceTimes all the time and he doesn't stop talking about her. Knowing that the both of us have feelings for her makes me feel even worse as I know these sorts of love triangles never end well for anyone involved. 

"If you think telling her is the right thing to do then you should do it as whatever happens is meant to be will be" I said trying to be supportive 

It hurt having to say that but I know that once Pablo has his mind set on something he doesn't easily let it go plus if he truly feels as strongly for her as he says then maybe they will be good for each other. Part of me is hoping that she will reject him and then maybe I might have a chance but I know deep down the right thing to do is back off and let them figure things out. Over my life I've had a few crushes that weren't reciprocated so this will just be another one to add to the list although I never stayed in contact with any of those girls so that will be a new aspect I have to figure out. I don't have long to figure it out though as soon we will be at y/n's picking her up.

Your POV 

My doorbell sounding throughout the apartment made me jump to start with but pretty much straight away I got up and ran to the door to greet the boys as I just knew it would be them. When I opened the door I was right and both Pedri and Pablo were stood outside my door smiling. I gave both of them a hug but held onto Pablo for a bit longer but not too long as to give away my feelings. As we left I grabbed the cookies and cupcakes which they both tried to steal so they could eat one before we even got to the car but I didn't let them. When we got to the car I went to open the door but Pablo managed to get in there first and held it open for me before then getting in the back of the car with me. Usually when we are all together unless we use my car I sit in the back as people always try to take pictures of Pedri and Pablo so I hide out in the back on my own so that I don't have loads of pictures taken of me. It was strange having him sat next to me to begin with but I did like having him sit with me and it made me wonder if maybe he feels the same way I do. 

When we got to Pedri's place he went and grabbed more snacks for us while Pablo and I sat down in the living room. He sat down first while I put the cookies out but when I was done I decided to test the water and sit right next to him on the sofa. For a second he looked at me before getting comfy and putting his arm behind me resting on the sofa clearly trying not to cross a boundary by touching me. We looked at each other for a second before quickly looking away again and I just know my cheeks were bright red but I was trying to pretend it wasn't happening. Things really feel like they have changed slightly between me and Pablo as we would never act like this with each other before but I don't want to get my hopes up as it could be anything or me just imagining things. 

Things were normal for a while once we started watching the film but about halfway though I felt Pablo's hand drop to my shoulder so of course I looked over to him and he just smiled back which made the butterflies in my stomach even worse. The longer we sat there the more confidence I built up so after some back and forth in my mind I decided to lean into his side and rest my head on his shoulder. For a few seconds he tensed up and I worried that I'd done the wrong thing but after a while he relaxed and moved his arm again this time around my waist. That was all the indication I needed to know that he must have some form of feelings for me as although Pablo is touchy with other people he would never do this if he didn't have feelings for me. 

We stayed in that position for the rest of the movie and only when it was over did we move slightly to put a small gap between us which was mainly to avoid Pedri asking questions. After the movie we all talked for a while until it was getting quite late and although I was willing to stay up later Pedri wanted to make sure I got home as I have work in the morning so I agreed to let him take me home along with Pablo. This time Pablo sat in the passenger seat but he kept turning round to talk to me and involve me in the conversation which quickly turned to football and what they were doing in training. 

Once we got back to my place me and Pablo said goodbye to Pedri as Pablo doesn't live far so will usually walk the rest of the way from mine. After Pedri left things got a bit awkward as it was clear that both of us wanted to say something but just didn't know how to start. Seeing as we were just stood outside in the cold and dark I decided it would be a good idea to at least go inside as then we can talk for a as long as we need to. Without thinking too much I grabbed his hand and walked up to my apartment and I only realised what I'd done when we got it my door and I had to let go of his hand to grab my keys. When we got inside things were just as awkward for a few moments until Pablo broke the silence. 

"I'm just going to say it I like you y/n and not just as a friend I know that this makes things awkward not just between us but also with Pedri but I can't hide it anymore being apart from you for so long made me realise just how much I love you which is why this is so hard to say" he rambled 

"Hey stop rambling I like you as more than a friend too" I admitted 

"Hearing you say that makes me feel so much better now I can finally ask will you be my girlfriend?" He asked 

"Of course I will" I answered 

He looked at me smiling for a moment before asking if he could kiss me which of course I said yes to. Pretty much as soon as I said yes his lips crashed against mine in the most amazing kiss I've ever had. I didn't want it to end but eventually we both pulled apart and he gave me one last kiss before leaving to go back to his place leaving me stood in my hallway smiling like an idiot at the fact that Pablo is now my boyfriend, life couldn't get any better. 

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[blackhakumen]

Mini Fanfic #1174: Mansion Date Night~ (King of Fighters)

9:13 p.m. at Antonov'a Mansion's Dining Room..........

Krohnen is completely awesome struck at what is sitting right front of him right now: his bubbly, level-headed girlfriend, Angel, in a short, crimson red dress that almost matches the color of the lipstick she has on her shiny, luscious lips.

In fact, this might the very first time that he has ever seen her wear a dress, let alone in their date night tonight and yet....he couldn't help but to be mesmerized by her irresistible beauty. Not to say she isn't already beautiful in Krohnen's mind, but-

?????: Krohnenyyyy~

Krohnen: (Immediately Comes Back to Reality) Hm! Yeah? What?

Angel: You're looking a little out of it there, Cookie. You having a slight fever? (Forms a Seductive Smirk on her Face) Or are you just excited to see me this evening?~

Krohnen: ('Scoffs') Please. I feel as normal as I've ever been every time I see your face....But you uhh...(Starts Rubbing The Back of his Head Back and Forth) Do look pretty good tonight. (Starts Blushing) Great even......

Angel: (Giggles Softly at her Cute her Boyfriend is Acting) D'awwww~ Gracias, papi!~ (Crosses her Arms With a Proud Smile) It seems my romantic charms is still as strong as ever, don'tcha think?~

Krohnen: (Sighs While Rolling his Eyes) Yeah, and I somehow always fell for it every date night we've been on so far. (Takes a Sip ofhis Drink) Speaking of which, sorry this isn't the most ideal place for romantic evening. I tried getting us reservations from every fancy restaurants this town has to offer, but all of them are either already full or to expensive.

Angel: (Softly Fling her Hand Down) Oh, it's fine, cariño. I'm having a great enough time here already. And besides, you know I don't care all that much about fancy stuff in general.

Krohnen: Yeah, same here. (Shrugs) But I wanted to at least try and do something nice for you given it's Valentine's Day or whatever. (Takes a Bite of a Well Cooked Steak Antonov Made) Hm. Well, I'll be damned. (Takes Another Bite of his Steak) This might just be the best steak I've ever tasted.

Angel: I know, right? (Take a Bite of her Own Steak and Delightfully Enjoying it Shortly After) Mmm~ Soooooo Deliciosa!~ I can't even imagine how dessert would taste like~

Antonov: (Kicks the Door Open and Walks into the Dining Room Two Plates of Sliced Pieces of Cake in Both his Hands) Did somebody say dessert?~

Angel happily squeals and claps her hands as Antonov put her plate down in front of her. She uses her spoon to swap up one part of the cake and eats it and before anyone knows it, her delightfulnsss meteor skyrocketed from their.

Angel: (Gleefully Enjoying her Cake While Mumbling in Spanish)

Krohnen: (Turns to Antonov woth an Impressed Smirk on his Face) I gotta say, pops. Your meal and cake aren't half bad.

Angel: (Smiles Brightly at her Wrestling Boss) We didn't know you have a knack for cooking, Anty,, you're so talented!~

Antonov: (Starts Rubbing The Back of his Head Back and Forth While Chuckling and Smiling Bashfully) Aww~ Thanks for the feedback, you guys. To tell you the truth, I've been taking an interest in culinary arts for some time now. I even got the chance to work alongside the legendary chef, Gordon Ramsey, in the past.

Angel: (Places her Fonger on the Side of Her Chin in Curiosity) Culinary?

Krohnen: Pretty sure that's a fancy word for cooking and junk. (Turns Back to Antonov) You seriously survived a whole day in the kitchen with Gordon Ramesy if all people? That could've been fun.

Antonov: Make that a month and two actually. After the 14th KOF Tournament ended, I took it upon myself to harness my cooking skills under his wing. And yeah. It was a........challenge to say the least.

Flashback

Ramsey: (Angrily Yelling at Antonov Behind Him) Fucking hell Antonov!! Can't you go any faster steering the bloody mashed potatoes!?

Antonov: (Quickly Steering the Pit of Mashed Potatoes, Under Pressure) Yes, chef! I am going as fast as humanly possible, chef!

Ramsey: Don't even start with that "Humanly Possible" crap! I've seen a literal toddler steer pots more quicker and efficient than you could ever hope to achieve and the fact that you're still doing this five minutes after the order's wait time is already finished shows how pathetic you are- (Suddenly Hears the Sound of Sniff) What the bloody hel- Are you crying?

Antonov: (Already Has Twars Falling From his Eyes) ('Sniff') No sir!

Ramsey: You were named the "King of All Fighters" and have the audacity to shed your own tears inside MY kitchen!?

Antonov: ('Sniff') Chef! I get stressed easily when getting yelled at, chef!

Ramsey: Well, tough shit, winker. You could either pick up the pace, cut the bullshit, and finish cooking like you're supposed to or GET OUT!!

Bavk to the Present

Antonov: (Puts on a Dark, Yet Determined Look on his Face) That man gave me no room to make excuses. And I asked none. All I ever did was slaved over that shoving cooking for paying customers until the day I gave up my jacket and walked out of that kitchen, with my head held high. (Went Back to Smiling) I should definitely give him a call someday. (Walks Himself Back to the Kitchen) Hope he's not too busy these days.

Krohnen: I don't think I could ever see myself working under a hothead like that Ramsey guy anytime soon. (Turns Back to his Girlfriend) What about you, A-

Angel: (Continues Eating her Slice of Cake Until the Plate was Completely Clean Before Looking Back Up at Krohnen) Hm?

Krohnen: Nevermind.

Angel: (Points at Krohnen's Cake) Hey, are you gonna finish that cake of yours, Cookie?

Krohnen: (Raises an Eyebrow) Don't you think you have enough sweets for one night?

Angel: (Raises an Eyebrow Back) Do you know who you're talking to right now? I'm the Toughest Woman in all of Mexico- (Suddenly Let's Out a Small Burp Before Quickly Covering her Mouth) Perdóneme.

Krohnen: (Snickers a Bit) More like the Burpiest Woman in all Mexico if you ask me.

Angel: (Pouts at Krohnen) HUUUUSH! I'm not burpy or gross! Take it back!!

Krohnen: (Chuckles Lightly) Alright, alright, I kid! You're none of those things. You're strong and cute, fun, reliable to an extent and....just amazing all around entirely. (Starts Rubbing The Back of his Head Back and Forth While Blushing Again) I know I don't tell you this as much as I should, but....Deep down.....(Gives Angel his Sliced Cake With a Genuine Smile on his Face) I'm pretty damn lucky to fall for someone like you.

Angel: (Stares at the Cake For a Brief Second Before Looking Back at Krohnen) .......You know. (Put the Plate Down and Move Aside) I think I'll pass on the cake for now. I want something else in mind to snack on.

Krohnen: (Raises an Eyebrow in Confusion) Really? Like what exactly?

Angel: Well~ (Starts Twirling The Front of Her Hair Around) Let's just say there's this slightly tall size treat that's all grumpy and rude on the outside, but ooooh so sweet on the inside~

Krohnen: Sweet, huh?

Angel: (Forms a Seductive Smirk on her Face) Yep~ And he's very yummy too. (Gets Herself Up From her Seat and Slowly Walk her Way Towards Krohnen) Like, the yummiest, sweetest thing I ever have the pleasure of falling head over heels for. (Sits Down on Krohnen's Lap) And his name is the one and only....(Gently Places her Habds Onto Krohnen's Cheeks) Coo-Kie~

Krohnen: It's Krohnen genius.

Angel: (Rolls her Eyes) Krohnen, Cookie, doesn't matter! Momma Angel wants her Valentine kisses right now!~

Krohnen: ('Sigh') Fine. C'mere.

And with that, the rebellious couple skip the rest of their meals and begin to make out with one another. As every since goes by, the session itself has eventually gotten more passionate and sensual enough to the point of Angel unbuttoning the top of Krohnen's shirt collar and start kissing the side of his neck until he gently pulls her away.

Krohnen: Wait, hang on a second. This is a clean dining room. We can't dirty it up by doing it here.

Angel: Right. Right....(Smiles Brightly as Sge Jumps off of Krohnen's Lap) Let's go to Anty's room!~

Krohnen: (Stops Angel by Grabbing Hd of her Arm) Yeah, no. We're not gonna mess up your boss' room again after he went to all the trouble to put this date night together for us. Also, ixnay on the KID being here.

Krohnen walks Angel to the dining room's doorway and shows her Misha sitting next to Ramon and an already sleeping King of Dinosaurs in the living room watching Wrestling on TV.

Angel: ('Sigh') Así es. He's still as wide awake as a cute baby gecko. But what are we supposed to do then? The holiday's is far from over and i am still very much horny tonight!

Krohnen: Don't get your hair in a twist. I got an idea.

Meanwhile at the Living Room.......

Misha: So, you've managed to win a lot of trophies in your Wrestling days, Mr. Ramon?

Ramon: (Smiles Brightly) Eso's correcto, my tiny friend. Most were pretty tough bouts to venture through and endure, but my papa always told me the "the Road to Victory is never easy in the world of Lucha Libré". (Pulls Up his Eyepatch, Showing Off the Scar in his Eye) And I have this scar to represent this crucial lesson.

Misha: (Struck in Awe at What He's Looking At Right Now) Woooooah......

'Door Kicked Open'

Krohnen: (Walks into the Living Room While Carrying Angel in his Arms) Welp, The night's still young, so we're about to head out. Don't wait up-

Ramon: Now, hold your horse there, lovebirds. You can't without give us some details on your little date night of yours.

Misha: Yeah and where are you going in this time of hour?

Krohnen: Date was fun, the steak and cake were both pretty good, and we're heading out to .....do stuff. In private.

Angel: (Happily Waves Goodbye as Krohnen Carries her Outside) See you all in the late morninnnnnng!~

'Door Close'

Ramon: ('Sigh') Leave to Valentine's Day to get them in the mood again?

Misha: (Raises an Eyebrow in Confusion) Mood?

Ramon: It's a romantic type of thing. You'll understand when you get other.

'Door Open'

Antonov: (Walks into the Living Room Carrying Two More Plates of Slices of Cake) Whooooo wants seconds!?~ (Starts Looking Around the Room Before Asking.....) Where the lovebirds go?

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@ma-lemons

#king of fighters #krohnen mcdougall #angel #antonov #ramon #misha #gordon ramsay #if john cena could co exist in the KOF Universe so could gordon ramsey lol #date night #cute romance #humor #krohnen x angel #Valentine's month

[pvccblog]

AND SO IT BEGINS

Our main events got off to a great start here in Elk Creek! Our team is doing an amazing job here. We've had devotionals based on our theme scriptures for this week and they've been doing a great job living it out. Here it is:

Philippians 2:1-5

So if there is any encouragement in Christ, any comfort from love, any participation in the Spirit, any affection and sympathy, complete my joy by being of the same mind, having the same love, being in full accord and of one mind. Do nothing from selfish ambition or conceit, but in humility count others more significant than yourselves. Let each of you look not only to his own interests, but also to the interests of others. Have this mind among yourselves, which is yours in Christ Jesus.

I'm so proud of every team member, they're working together in unity and encouraging each other every day.

We didn't have a huge turnout at sports camp this morning - 6 kids. But it was so cool watching our team interact with them. We said from the beginning that God will bring who He brings and that it doesn't matter how many or how few show up. Those 6 kids had such a great time and were treated so well!

I also have to give a major shout out to Eva. She taught the Sports Camp lesson today and did a fabulous job. Eva's mom teaches Sunday School at PVCC and it's obvious that the apple doesn't fall far from the tree. She is a gifted teacher. She was engaging, clear, and energetic.

For those that have been praying, one of the girls at camp was on the golf cart last night. Then two of the other girls showed up at BARF Night tonight with her! Please keep praying for them, there were some great interactions.

After Sports Camp we ended up eating lunch at the local restaurant and it did not disappoint! The workers there had heard we were in town and said they were expecting us! The service and food was outstanding. We even saw one of the girls there from sports camp with her family and her grandma paid for a portion of our meal. How cool is that!?!?

At BARF Night, we played Nuke 'Em much of the time with Bear Ninja Hunter and The Captain is Coming mixed in. I think there were 10 locals here with our group and we all had a great time. By the end of the night, everyone seemed like they'd been friends for years. It was pretty sweet.

Andrew shared his testimony first and let me tell ya - he preached it! He shared how God drew him in over the past couple years through some circumstances that caused him to just decide to start coming to church. We are so glad he did!!

Andrew was a great example of sharing your story while also sharing the gospel. He was clear in his presentation and also told everyone here that he hopes they can have a relationship with Jesus too. Thanks a lot Andrew, great job! I also loved that when he went up to share he went straight to the pulpit!

Ellie also was a great example of sharing very personally about how God drew her closer to Him through some difficulty. She was diagnosed with a rare type of juvenile arthritis almost two years ago and told everyone that it caused her to rely on God more. He has been with her every step of the way. As difficult as it has been on her, she said that she doesn't know if her relationship with God would be as strong as it is if she wasn't going through this. That's a powerful thing to say!

I watched some of the locals listening to the testimonies and it is obvious that they are connecting with them. Please pray that this will lead to great conversations and that people would receive the gospel message!

Thanks for praying for the golf cart girls, there is one that was with them that didn't make it tonight. There's also another dude that drove his truck around with another girl tonight. They drove past and waved a bunch of times and everyone knew who they were. Pray that they'll come hang out with us too! Honestly, it seems like if these remaining three come to our events then that would mean pretty much everyone in town would be here!

Serenity went out of town today. She's going to a Christian Camp and might be back in time to come to BARF Night on Friday. There are some other youth that live around here that are also out of town.

I fell like we've really made some great connections in a short period of time. Please keep praying. God is good!!!

[msfbgraves]

(the adult LaRussos know far too many ways in which a person may hurt another and they don't want their youngest pup anywhere near it.) The sheer irony of this statement after certain events in Daniel’s married life. Or even, how the marriage came to be. Big oof. I wonder if Mom and Pop LaRusso ever think about how they had to eat their own words concerning their youngest baby.

"Antonio," Lucille LaRusso said, "amore, I know you're awake."

She had trouble not slipping into Neapolitan, as sometimes happened when she was feeling uneasy. She and her mate spoke Italian together, the language they had found each other in, but her mate too still dreamed in a Sicilian she couldn't make out most of the time. She'd switched to English with her pups, the language she and her mate shared too close to the shared intimacy of their bedroom. But now, that too felt distant.

"Maybe we shouldn't be, cucciolina," her mate said softly. "Come here, let's fall asleep together."

She sat up, turned away. "Not now, caro. I couldn't."

He reached for her. "He sleeps, I've checked."

"Of course, he was exhausted. My baby."

Her mate turned on the light. "Lucille, we'll talk tomorrow. Not while we're exhausted."

She looked at him. "Shame on you."

He merely crooked an eyebrow.

"Shame on you," she repeated. "For not fighting for him."

"Ah, yes," he drawled. "You'd rather be like Irina Santoro, cleaning her pup's headstone every day."

"You killed that Santoro," she spat. "So, why not the Irishman?"

"I may yet," he said.

"Too late!"

He took a breath. "You have seen the bitemark on his neck. And his - fifth pup? In six years?"

She shook her head, tears filling her eyes. "We've abandoned him."

An angry huff. "Where is he tonight? Begging on the street? Or here, in his own bed?"

She frowned. "Don't be a coward. You know my meaning!"

He stood up. "I'm proud of him," he said. "Daniele's been a good son, sibling, mate. Don't look down on him, don't ignore what he's accomplished -"

"Because you've failed."

"No," he said, very quietly. "Had I failed, my darling, Niccolò Santoro would have burnt down this house, had I failed, that Irishman could have shot our Vanessa, Luigi, Miguele," he paused for one moment, "taken our dearest like a spoil of war."

She stared into his eyes. "Didn't he?"

He didn't reply.

Now the tears spilled over. "Mother of God, forgive us."

A silence, then - "He's strong, our Daniele."

"He was screaming in my arms!"

"So now we must give him what he needs, Lucille, whatever he needs, like he did for us. Save his life like he did ours."

She rubbed her face. "You always have an answer, Antonio. But I don't know we can fix this."

He shook his head. "This despair, is that what he needs from us?" He sat down beside her. "Love our son, carina, as much as he's loved us."

He held out his arms, and she leant into him, hoping to fill some of the emptiness in her chest. Her last, her sweetest pup, her baby. She'd rip out her heart for him if it'd do any good.

It wouldn't.

So often, in this life, mere love conquered nothing.

#knights and pawns #lucille larusso #daniel larusso's father #tw angst #tw guilt #mob au

[paramorearchived]

March 22, 2011

Transcript:

The babe with the power.

HI!

we're back inside the studio. literally, inside of it. and so far, it couldn't be any better! day #2 and we're nearly finished tracking the whole 1st song musically... tonight it'll be my turn to crank out some SICK VOXXXXX. i'm just a little excited. like clockwork, my allergies are ridiculous right now and my vocal cords are being total jerks. it's alright though cause i fed them some watermelon juice and kale earlier. i could tell that made 'em smile. ew, look at me talking about my insides like they're people. it's like when guys name their weiners. just no.

well, i just figured i'd give you guys an update on where we're at with the songs, life in general, and also tell you how amazing the movie Paul is. (it's amazing). (kristen wiig is so funny). that's really all i have to say about Paul. as far as music goes, we're hoping to record 3 songs while we're out here in California. the original plan was to record just 2 but seeing as though we're moving pretty quickly, we may get luckier than that. i guess we'll let you know when we figure it out! being out here is totally inspiring though. i remember when we showed up for the first time 2 years ago. within the first hour of actually pulling up to Rob's we were already working on "Careful". this place just has an electricity for us. and honestly, all it is is a studio inside of a garage. i mean, it's a nice garage but... hey. 

i guess the only thing we can say that won't have you completely stoked out of your skull is that we are rethinking the idea of releasing these songs in EP form. for a few reasons which, of course, will be explained. we've obviously been through a hell of a lot in the past however many months it's been... so it probably won't come as any surprise to you when i say that i've written a lot of lyrics having to do with the whole situation. one you've already heard, ("in the mourning") and quite a few others, some of which would never be paramore songs but were more just my way of venting and getting over everything. the 2nd song we're recording and the 3rd one that we're hoping to get done also have the same subject matter. and really, we just don't want to put out a full product that sounds like a concept record about yet another difficult period in our bands life. it really is time to move on. with that being said, we want to give you all some new music. honestly, we want to give ourselves some new music too. geeeezzzz. so we're working out how exactly to release everything... but so far it just seems like we spoke a little too soon about the whole EP thing. sorry :/ we were kind of excited. you will still be getting new songs though! and we think you guys are gonna really like them. 

hopefully the whole thing makes sense. if not, i guess i could try to explain it in non-hayley-rambling-forever form, which would probably go like this: shit happens. if we put out another full product about our band woes then this will just keep going on forever and ever. after we put out the few songs that we're recording, we never want to talk about it again. not in interviews, not in songs, nothing. 

phew. that felt good! 

now that we're past the serious business can i just say that i'm SO freaking proud of the dudes. taylor has clearly had a lot on his plate getting ready for this little series of songs we're recording. killing the drums, writing great guitar parts; etc. jeremy has this insane bass tone that he and riley (bass tech to the stars, also of Conditions fame) have been working on. working together has been good, you know? i feel inspired and motivated by all the changes we've gone through. and the friendships between the 3 of us feel like they've  been dusted off, new again. i'm proud of what i've written lyrically - even though it's not something i want to harp on forever. i feel like it's the stepping stone, though, to wherever it is that we're going next. that in itself is so exciting it literally hurts. the year ahead of us couldn't possibly be anything less than incredible. 

and lastly, i think i just need to brace myself. from here and now until whatever really happens next for us... i can feel that we're on the brink of so much growth. for myself, personally, i just know i'm gonna look back a year from now and realize all that i've learned. but that's enough about me, do you feel it too?

think it's time to eat. i can hear the guys getting excited about something, so it's either food, girls, or someone farted. 

L O L

love you guys so much, hayley

ps, didn't proofread this so i'm sorry if there's a ton of mistakes. (besides the usual non-capitalization thing)

#paramore #hayley williams #2011 #livejournal #singles club

[themackenzieboydchronicles]

The Trip to Rome.

Love is definitely in the air.

Mackenzie Boyd Fanfic.

Mack was busy packing his case ready for his trip to Rome with Lucy.

"Do you think it's safe for Lucy to fly Aaron? Mack asked anxiously.

"Of course. She wouldn't risk the baby so stop worrying. She's seen Liam and you know how strict he is"

"I still can't believe I'm going to be a dad" said Mack.

"Well you are Mack" smiled Aaron

"My only regret is that I haven't been a dad to Lawrence" said Mack.

"But you didn't know about him. Right come on" said Aaron "Let's get you to Lucy's, then I'll drive you to the airport"

"I'm amazed that this is the first time you've flown Mack" said Lucy as they were on the way to the airport.

"Well it is Lucy and I'm as nervous as hell" Mack replied.

"Don't worry" Lucy laughed. "You'll love it"

"Wow just look" said Mack looking out of the window as they approached Rome. "The Colosseum is all lit up"

"Yes landing at night is spectacular" said Lucy.

They made their way to the hotel where Lucy sorted out the keys to the room.

"So handy you speaking Italian" said Mack. "I'm so proud of you"

"Well I hope you don't mind but I booked the honeymoon suite" said Lucy as she opened the door to the room. "They are doing a special romantic meal for us tonight"

"I love you Lucy" said Mack pulling her close for a kiss. "Come here and let me hold my beautiful wife" said Mack.

"You're such a dreamer Mack, but unfortunately I'm not your wife" Lucy said smiling at Mack.

"You are for this week end" said Mack getting down on one knee.

"Lucy Brightwell will you do me the honour of being my wife for the rest of this week end" said Mack.

"Oh Mack I love you so much" said Lucy. "Of course I will"

Mack got up and took a ring out of his picket and slipped it next to her engagement ring.

"As far as I'm concerned we are married" said Mack. "Don't need a piece of paper to prove it"

"Oh Mack an eternity ring. It's beautiful" Lucy said admiring the ring that Mack had slipped on her finger.

"Well let's go down to dinner and show my beautiful wife off" said Mack.

"Well that was the most romantic meal I've ever had" said Mack as they headed back to their room. "I've never been serenaded to before"

"Well they think we are honeymooners" laughed Lucy.

"Come here my beautiful wife" Mack said lifting Lucy up and laying her gently on the bed. "This is our wedding night"

*******

The next day:

"Can't believe I've seen all these famous sights" said Mack as they jumped on a bus outside the Colosseum.

"We've got to make a last call before we leave" said Lucy. "The Trevi fountain. Throw a coin in and make a wish as they say that if you throw a coin in the fountain you will return to Rome one day"

"Lucy I'm so happy" said Mack "Never in a million years did I ever think I'd be in the most romantic city in the world with the most beautiful girl in the world"

"Mack you say some lovely things to me. It must be all that poetry you read" laughed Lucy.

"It's you Lucy. You bring out my gentle side" Mack said giving her a kiss. "And you are truly beautiful and I'm so proud of you"

"You're proud of me? smiled Lucy.

"Yes you are carrying my child and I want to tell the whole world how happy you've made me. I'll treasure this weekend forever Lucy. You've made me so happy" said Mack. "I'll be sad to leave"

"So will I. It was lovely being your wife for a couple of days." said Lucy reaching up to give Mack a kiss. "You are so romantic Mackenzie Boyd" smiled Lucy.

#colosseum #rome #trevi fountain #romantic meal #mackenzie boyd #emmerdale #romantic week end #eternity rings

[isolatedlight]

high school sweethearts || Tom Holland

Summary: You and Tom are high school sweethearts and an interviewer brings it up making Tom bush, and bringing you out from behind the curtains.

Rating: G

Warning: N/A

You were one of the luckiest girls in the world as far as you and well...millions were concerned. You had met Tom in school. His very first year at the BRIT school you jumped in to be a friend, help out a loner. You two stared on the West End's production of Billy Elliot together and started dating shortly after you turned 16.

You and Tom have been together since you were 16 years old. Almost 10 years now - and you wouldn't want it any other way. Everyone questions distance in your relationship with tome being a screen actor and you a stage actor. But the truth is, you were just used to it.

Tom started getting more film roles after you started dating and you couldn't be more proud. You made it to as many premiers as possible, and visited sets when you were allowed. You knew the members of the MCU very well. And Tom was just the same. Promoting your plays and musicals, attending opening and closing nights even if that meant he was only in the city for three hours. You were worth it.

This year yo were off for December and you were more than excited to stay with Tom while he and the other two were promoting the new Spiderman movie. So tucked behind the stage you watched on a little screen while Tom blabbered on about his show - but his eyes kept wandering to backstage. That is, until he was called out.

"Tom! You keep looking backstage, are you in a rush to get out of here or something?" Graham laughs taking a sip of his drink. Tom's face changes colour as he looks back at you once more.

"No, no I promise I'm not. My girlfriend is here tonight and he hardly spend time with each other so I'm just excited."

"Oh yes, i do remember you mentioning that," he changes that way that he's sitting setting down his cards. You chuckle to yourself knowing the topic is changing. "You two are high school sweethearts yes?"

"Yeah we are. We've been together since we were 16."

"That's almost ten years! Tomas, when are you going to put a ring on it lad?"

His face is a shocking tone of red. You had hardly even thought about it, you two were so busy and it didn't seem like a time that worked. Of course you want to marry Tom but you would never bother him about a ring.

"I would love to Graham. We're a very busy couple so it's hard to find a time that is...romantic enough to propose i suppose."

"Well does she want to get married?" He looks as if he''s unsure so Graham slaps his leg. "Let's bring her out, come on, out you come!"

You're ushered out from behind the stage by a woman you don't know. Cheers and clapping fill the room as Tom meets you half way to the couch. He takes your hand and apologizes with a soft laugh pressing a kiss to your cheek.

"Sorry to just pull you out like this my deer. Though you look like you were ready for it. What a splendid little outfit!" You thank him with a smile sitting between Tom and Jacob. Zendaya seems relaxed now that the attention is slightly off of her. You relax into the couch and watch as the panic really starts to unfold.

Tom holds your hand in his lap, bouncing his leg nervously.

"You're a beautiful young woman, you must want to get married? I mean you've been with this man for ten years."

"Oh i would love to. But Tom is right. The West End is busy and tom hasn't stopped moving since he was 16. It seems like there's no time for us right now. We hardly get to see one another as it is."

"Well, he must stop taking projects then! Tom look how naked her finger is, get her a big rock!" Graham laughs looking at your hand. "All jokes aside, you are such a lovely couple. We hear nothing but praise from others and you still look very in love after all of these years."

"We are."

"Very much," you eyes shift to Tom's and he gives you a smile. All that matters is that you and Tom are together and that's exactly how it is.

#tom holland #tom holland imagine #tom holland x reader #tom holland fluff #tom holland imagines #fanfiction #fanwriting #imagines #fantiction #fan writing #fanfictions #tom holland ones shots #one shot #oneshot #imagine

[nelweensfic]

Let's make it public

Prompt : Carte blanche from @drarrymicrofic

Thank you @cluelesspigeons for beta reading!

Harry ate his breakfast slowly, reading the Daily Prophet, where he was again on the headlines. He wasn't so much on the front page anymore but when he was, he could be sure to be there for almost a week. 

"What are they saying, love? Don't tell me they’re betting on your win tonight," Draco grumbled when he entered the kitchen. 

"What?” Harry asked, grinning, ” You think you'll win? Against me?" He snorted in his teacup.

"I won last time.". 

"Draco, honey," Harry started, folding the newspaper to look at Draco "That was last year and, for the record, I was distracted because of you!" 

"It's not my fault you couldn't handle it," Draco teased from behind the fridge's door. 

Harry sighed loudly.  Both of them being professional Quidditch players wasn't always easy, especially since they were on opposing  teams. As usual people assumed that was their fate, being rivals again after all those years at Hogwarts and the war.  But they didn't know anything.

"Are we still planning to tell them we're dating tonight, after the match?" Draco asked when he sat down across from Harry at the table. 

"That's what we’ve decided, didn’t we?"Harry replied. "It's been ten years now, little Prince. I want to show my love for you to the world." 

"Ten years. I can't believe we've been dating since 5th year," Draco said between two bites of his toast.

"Feels like yesterday when you asked me out," Harry said dreamily. 

"Can't believe you even said yes in the first place." 

They laughed and then Harry kissed Draco on the forehead before heading to the bathroom to shower. He had a long day ahead of him. 

His team, the Appleby Arrows, was in a good position to conquer a spot at the world championship. Draco's team, the Chudley Cannons, were the only real competition they had so far. 

Harry would be happy and proud of Draco if he wins the game tonight either way and he hoped Draco was thinking the same. 

But they had made a deal. Whoever won tonight, got to tell everyone they were dating as a reward. 

"Do you wanna make a bet about our coming out?" Draco called from their bedroom.

"What do you mean?" Harry asked when he came out of the bathroom with only a towel around his waist. 

Draco was so absorbed by the sight that he almost forgot what he was saying. Harry chuckled quietly. Draco was cute when he did that. . 

Blinking a few times, Draco shook his head and continued. "The one who loses has to find an original way to congratulate the winner and then show we're a couple." 

"How old are you, Draco?" Harry teased. "Eight?" 

Draco rolled his eyes and sat down on the bed. 

Harry could feel his eyes staring at him when he changed into a comfortable pair of sweatpants. "Okay,deal.. What do you have in mind? " Harry said, turning around and walking towards Draco, one hand caressing the side of Draco’s neck. 

"I want you to give me carte blanche." Draco said, his French accent making his r’s roll deliciously...

"Are you sure? Carte blanche? Nothing else?"Harry breathed on Draco's neck before biting it.

"Hmmm…" Draco exhaled when Harry seductively licked over the red spot on his neck. He was so ready to show the world that this gorgeous, wild man was his. 

"See you on the pitch, little Prince," Harry said and kissed Draco on the lips before putting his shirt on and apparating to Merlin knows where. 

*******

The stadium was filled to the brim. It might not be as big as  the one for the world championship but it was big enough to hold almost all the wizards of the United Kingdom. 

The loud noises of the stadium gave Harry a nervous excitement. And he was sure his team was feeling the same way. As a captain he was expected to give a motivational speech. Yet, he has never been good at talking and motivating people. 

So, without saying anything, he grabbed his broom, the new Nimbus 2014, and turned to face his team. Harry could see the knowing smirks on their lips. 

"Let's kick some asses tonight!" 

Oliver, who quit Puddlemere United to join the Appleby Arrows as soon as he knew about Harry, snorted and put his fist in the middle. All the players joined and cheered before getting on their brooms. 

The referee blew on the whistle and Harry saw Draco's team flying out on the field at the same time as his team. The stadium went wild and all Harry could hear were the drums and his heartbeat. 

Both teams formed a circle, face to face, before the Quaffle was freed and the whistle blew another time to start the game. Immediately, Everybody flew to their positions.Harry went up, having a good view of the pitch. He scanned for the Snitch whilst  flying a slow circle around the stadium. He spotted Draco at the opposite side doing the same. 

That bastard is copying me.

Harry didn't know if he should be proud or jealous that his lover was copying his moves. He didn’t have much time to think about it, however, as both cheering and booing came from the stadium beneath.  The Appleby Arrows had scored the first points. 

Harry looked over at Draco and smirked triumphantly. Though the moment only lasted a few seconds before his gaze went to the Chaser of the Chudley Cannons flying in full speed and scoring effortlessly. 

That chaser wasn't that fast last year. 

Harry met Oliver's eyes in surprise. He turned his face to look at a proud Draco who shouted something to the Chaser. 

It was on.

After almost two hours, Harry’s ass started to become numb. He would have cast a cushioning charm on his broom but it wasn't allowed during the match. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Draco struggling and moving weirdly on his broom, too. At least he wasn’t the only one getting tired.

But then Harry spotted the Snitch just behind his lover, though Draco hadn’t seen it yet. Harry took the advantage and leaned forward as far as he could to gain some speed. 

When Harry was nearing him quickly, Draco finally caught sight of him and turned around, following him without knowing where to go. 

"Fucking bastard!" Draco grumbled behind Harry. "What are you? A bloody hawk?" 

Harry snorted but didn't reply, too focused on the only thing he needed to win the game. But Draco eventually caught up and was now in front of Harry, his bright orange cape billowing in the wind and blocking Harry's view on the precious, golden ball. 

"Scared Potter?" Draco asked knowingly. 

"You wish, little Prince." Harry snorted before coming to fly  next to Draco. 

The people in the stadium could only see the colour of their quidditch robes, orange and blue, passing by quickly as they  switched positions and avoided  any other players until they eventually flew  knee-to-knee again.

It was when they flew over the middle of the field that it happened. Both their hands were an inch away from the Snitch. The crowd went silent and all players of both teams stopped what they were doing to look at what was happening. 

Harry and Draco lost balance of their brooms and collided at full speed, their hands closing around the Snitch at the same time. They fell in the grass together, their hands still intertwined. 

Yet they knew. 

As they opened their hands, the Golden Snitch flew out from between Harry's fingers. 

"The Appleby Arrows have won the match!!" the commentator shouted in delight. 

Draco huffed but smiled anyway as Harry put his hand in the air happily. The stadium went wild, cheering loudly and releasing fireworks everywhere. 

Harry had assured his team's place for the world championship! He couldn't be more happy. 

Until he turned his head toward Draco, who was now on one knee, looking straight into Harry’s emerald eyes. 

"I'm so fucking proud of you, Harry," Draco started with teary eyes. "I knew it was a loss from the moment they announced the match. You have always been better than me and even if it infuriates me, I knew this would be the perfect opportunity." 

Harry didn’t look away. He wasn’t sure he could even look away from the sight of Draco sitting down on one knee in front of him and holding open a little box with a shiny ring in it. The stadium had never been so silent after a match. All eyes were on them and Harry realised this was why Draco had wanted to place a bet. 

"Harry James Potter," Draco said with a little sob,"will you marry me?" 

"What a way to announce we're dating." Harry chuckled innocently, looking at the black Malfoy family ring.

"Answer the question, you prat!" Draco hissed nervously.

Harry crouched down so he was at the same level as his lover, one hand cupping Draco's now wet cheek. 

"Of course I will," Harry whispered, before pulling Draco in a tender kiss. 

The stadium gasped when, suddenly, the colour and name on Harry’s robes changed. Instead of blue, his robes were now bright orange, the white letters on his back spelling out the name ‘Malfoy’.

Edit : here the wedding!

#drarry #drarry microfic #etablished relationship #proposal #pro quidditch players #harry x draco #prompt #I wanted to see a proposal so I wrote it #little prince #nelweensfic

[lokifantasies]

Leaving Home (Loki/Jade/Reader)

You and Loki finish helping Jade move into her own apartment as she moves away to go to college.

Mischievous Life Future AU

Two months ago, you and Loki watched your first-born daughter walk across the stage – heard her name called out and felt pride when you heard she graduated with honors. For the last two years of high school, you've helped Jade fill out more college applications than you ever thought possible. Many times, her heart was broken by a rejection letter, but then, she was on top of the world when New York University accepted her into their Veterinary Program. You and Loki weren't surprised when she told you that her dream is to work with large, wild animals – be a zoo vet and take care of the more dangerous ones. Now, the two of you are helping your eighteen-year-old pack up her room and take what she'll need to live on her own in her very own apartment in the city. You made sure to make the most of her last summer before college – taking vacations and road trips all over the country. Now, it's time for you and Loki to leave your little girl and let her get settled for her first night alone in her new apartment.

"I'm gonna miss you," Jade says as she squeezes you in her arms. You're trying not to cry as you hold your baby, but when Loki joins the hug, your tears begin to flow. "Don't cry, mom," Jade pleads – wiping a tear away from your cheek. "I'm an hour and a half away."

"I know, sweetheart," you chuckle. "You just...grew up too fast, but don't ever doubt that your dad and I are extremely proud of you."

Loki moves in and gives his daughter a bear hug – squeezing her as tight as he can without hurting her. "I love you," he whispers to her – giving her a kiss on her cheek before pulling back and looking into her eyes. "If you need anything, you know all you have to do is text or call us, and we'll be here in a heartbeat."

"I know, dad," Jade says – tears beginning to fall from her blue eyes, and Loki giving her a warm smile as he wipes them away with his thumbs. "I love you."

"I love you too, my perfect Jade," Loki replies – placing a deep kiss on Jade's forehead.

It felt like an eternity before you and Loki were able to pull yourselves away – remembering that your other four kids are waiting for you to return with dinner.

"I think we did pretty good, don't you?" Loki chuckles as he drives the two of you away from Jade's apartment. When you don't respond, Loki looks over to you and notices that you're staring out the window, but in your reflection, he can see the tears flowing down your face. "Oh, my love," he whispers – reaching over to grab your hand. "Please don't cry."

You shake your head and continue to look at the passing city buildings. "Is this how it's always going to feel?" you manage to whisper. "I hate this."

Loki pulls your hand to his lips and kisses the back of it. "I know, sweetheart," he says – sympathy in his voice, "but just think about her future...how happy and successful she's going to be. Isn't that what we've wanted for her since she was born?"

"Yes," you say softly – finally turning to look at your husband. "But why does she have to be so far? Why couldn't she stay at home?"

Loki takes a deep breath. "Jade's an adult," he reminds you – those words cause more tears to fall. "She deserves to live her own life. We just have to trust that she'll keep us in it."

You nod your head. You know he's right, but it's the hardest thing you've ever had to make yourself believe. "Eight more years, and Emmy and Ivy will be gone," you scoff. "Thirteen years for Kaiser, and Mia will be gone in seventeen."

"Stop doing that to yourself, sweetheart," Loki pleads – softly stroking the back of your hand with his thumb. "We need to enjoy the time we have with them as children...not dread the future when they become adults."

Later that day, when the two of you arrive back home, the lack of one of your children's voices and the empty room that once belonged to Jade is hard to ignore. It's hard not to cry when you look in her bedroom or at pictures on the wall – your mind wondering what she's up to at the very moment. While it's true that she's not dead, she is over an hour away, and you want nothing more than to have her back in your home. You're so engrossed with looking into Jade's empty bedroom that you don't notice Loki coming up behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist until he gives you a kiss on the neck.

"Loki, stop," you say with a cracked voice – tears still glistening on your cheeks. Loki lets you go, and you turn around to face him – his face showing his concern. "I don't like this," you shake your head – feeling yourself begin to break down again. "This feels...wrong." Almost like instinct takes over, you throw your arms around him – squeezing him as tight as you can. Loki rests his cheek on the top of your head – gently rubbing your back as you sob against him.

"She'll be alright, my love," Loki says softly – trying to soothe you as he sways back and forth. "Our daughter is smart...she's strong...just like her mother."

"And mischievous," you manage to finally chuckle against his chest, "...just like her father."

Loki's laugh vibrates in his chest, and you close your eyes to the beautiful sound.

"Why don't you go out tonight?" Loki suggests. "Go have a few drinks with some friends? Get your mind off things?"

You finally let go of your husband and wipe the leftover tears from your eyes. "That does sound nice," you admit. "Will you be alright with the kids?"

Loki tilts your head up and captures your lips – smiling against them as he playfully smacks your behind. "Go," he chuckles. "Go have some fun...but don't forget to come home to me."

You finally give him an honest smile. "Like I could ever forget my wonderful husband," you say – pulling his head down to taste his kiss once more.

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#loki fanfic #loki fandom #loki family #loki x reader #loki x you #dad!loki #daddy!loki #domestic!loki #mischievous life #mischievous life future au #god of mischief #loki x jade #loki jade reader #jade lokisdottir

[mimisempai]

Tonight, I'll fall asleep with you in my heart

Summary:

After almost two weeks of both being overwhelmed by work, only crossing paths at work or at home, Loki and Mobius finally enjoy a well-deserved night in at home.

Notes:

Fourth day of my 30 Days of Domestic Fluff. - 4: Night in List here : X

https://archiveofourown.org/works/33417178

1010 words - Rating G

Lately, Mobius' responsibilities at the TVA have meant that he often comes home later.

He would only see Loki in the mornings and often when he got home in the evening, his lover was already asleep, himself working hard.

Tonight he could finally go home early and all he could think about was the time he could finally spend with Loki.

He was surprised at the silence when he entered the apartment, but no sooner had he put his things down, removed his shoes and loosened his tie than he found himself caught in a tight embrace.

"Finally..." sighed Loki's voice down his neck, "I missed you so much, love."

"And I missed you even more, sweetheart." replied Mobius as he tightened his arms around Loki's waist, enjoying the warmth of his chest against his cheek.They stayed like that for a few minutes, their bodies getting reacquainted.

Straightening up, Loki took Mobius' hand, leading him to the living room and pushing him onto the couch before straddling him and hugging him again.

Mobius chuckled softly as he kissed Loki's hair, "Someone's in need of some cuddling, it looks like."

Loki hummed in response and snuggled up even more against Mobius. "We're both off tomorrow right? I wasn't dreaming?" Loki murmured as he gently stroked Mobius' back.

Then Loki moved away a little so he could lean in and finally kiss Mobius with all his love. Mobius sighed in the kiss as his fingers ran through Loki's hair.

When they parted to catch their breath, they rested their foreheads against each other and Loki continued to rain kisses on Mobius' face.

They stayed like that for long minutes in a silence interspersed with kisses and soft touches, just for the comfort of enjoying each other's presence.

Then Loki got up slowly and reached out to Mobius to help him stand up.

"We should go to bed and enjoy the evening just like that."

Mobius was quick to oblige and let Loki drag him into their room.

Loki quickly changed, or rather quickly stripped down to his boxers while Mobius went to the bathroom to freshen up.

When he came out, Loki was gone. Mobius just put on his sweatpants and went to sit on the bed, leaning against the headboard.

By the time he settled down, Loki had returned, he had in his hands two steaming cups of what appeared to be tea. He put each one on their respective bedside tables, took the book they were reading and came to settle on the bed with Mobius.

He handed the book to Mobius with a smile before laying his head on his lap.

"I figured since it's been a while since we've had time to relax together, a simple evening like this would do us good."

Mobius nodded with a knowing smile as he passed the hand that wasn't holding the book through Loki's hair, letting it rest on his neck. He knew that this was a position that Loki particularly liked.

An hour later, Mobius' soft voice read the last lines of Paulo Coehlo's Alchemist.

"The wind began to blow again. It was the levanter, the wind that came from Africa. It didn't bring with it the smell of the desert, nor the threat of Moorish invasion. Instead, it brought the scent of a perfume he knew well, and the touch of a kiss — a kiss that came from far away, slowly, slowly, until it rested on his lips. The boy smiled. It was the first time she had done that. I'm coming,Fatima, he said."

Mobius closed the book and put it on his bedside table.

After a few moments of silence, Loki sat down, with his head on Mobius' shoulder, who put his hand around his shoulders.

"That was really beautiful and meaningful. You know, Mobius, I feel a bit like that alchemist, Santiago."

Mobius sensed from Loki's voice that he was getting emotional and asked him softly, "Oh yeah? Explain it to me sweetheart."

Loki cleared his throat and said,"Santiago realizes that the journey and meeting those people shaped him to become a better person. And his love for Fatima and the fact that he returns to her, show that love should not stand in the way of fulfilling one’s personal legend, that true love is unconditional and supportive in all matters. And that is so me Mobius. My early days at the TVA, when I was only looking for my glorious purpose as I called it, meeting you, made me see that I could be a better person, and your unconditional and supportive love, made me become one."

"Oh Loki..." Mobius lifted Loki's face to him and wiped away a small tear that was peeking out of the corner of his eye with his thumb before leaning in and pressing a tender kiss to his lips.

"But like Santiago, Loki, you made the journey on your own and made the decision yourself. And I'm always wary of sounding condescending when I tell you this, but I'm really proud of you."

Loki shook his head, "I never thought it was condescending, you can't even imagine how it makes me feel when you say that, you're the first one to tell me you're proud of me."

He captured Mobius' lips in a kiss filled with all his gratitude and love, all the emotions that were running through him before pulling away and giving him a bright smile that was abruptly interrupted by a huge yawn that he didn't have time to stifle.

They both laughed and then Mobius said, "I think that's a sign for us that it's time to sleep sweetheart."

They slipped under the comforter and this time it was Mobius who was doing the big spoon.

He dropped a kiss on Loki's head and whispered into his hair, "I love you Loki". Then he closed his eyes, letting himself be gently drifted off to sleep.

But before he was completely asleep, he heard Loki's voice whisper, "I love you, Mobius, more than anything."

_________

30 Days of Domestic Fluff - Lokius

Next day : 5- Nighttime routine As always, bear with me as it is not beta'd and english is not my native language I hope you enjoyed it nonetheless🥰

#Established Relationship #30 day otp challenge #lokius #lokius fics #loki series #loki #mobius m. mobius #moki #wowki #night in #fluff

[shelby-love]

KELLY SEVERIDE

Trust

Requested: yes

Prompts: none

Warnings: none

Authors note: /

"One day... I swear to god... I will smack her ass off the planet." Shay mumbles next to you. She practically gave up on packing the jump bag and is now spying on Nicki Rutkowski. "How does she not bother you? Do you see the way she's ogling Kelly? Like he's a piece of meat on a stick that's walking around."

"Are you saying that I should be jealous of her?" You tuck a piece of stranded hair behind your ear and turn to look the same way your best friend is looking.

"No. I mean... You trust Kelly right? Given his reputation you know?" Shay is his best friend and loves him as much as you do but his manwhore reputation sometimes overshines his great personality you two know.

"We've been together for 2 years and so far he hasn't looked a woman's way." You note and jump in the ambo to store the bag.

"Oh my God Y/N look. Look!!" She whisper yells and practically pulls you out of the ambulance.

Firehouse 51's payroll clerk, that is Nicki, is sashaying her way outside her office and towards the squad table. The tips of her pointy heels are touching Kelly's chair. That's how close she was. She stood there in her red mini dress looking like a red pepper while talking to Kelly.

"Do you see how close she is??!" Shay notices.

As much as it hurt you to admit, jealously pushed through. You shook your head and tried to empty your thoughts. When you're working, while you have your hair in a bun or a ponytail she has it straightened or curled and let loose. While she wears the clothes she wants you're stuck in your uniform.

She looks like a million bucks while you don't.

"No, no, no. Don't give me that look Y/N." Leslie is immediately in front of you with hands on your shoulders, shaking you. She's blocking the clear view you used to have of them. "Just because she can dress up while working doesn't mean she's prettier than you. As far as I know you're the one that's saving lives and she's the one that answers calls."

The pep talk she gave you made you feel better. But that betterness you felt dissappeared the moment you noticed from the corner of your eye that Kelly followed her into the changing room.

***

"Hey Y/LN." A high pitched voice stopped you from going to your bed and taking a nap. "Could you please do me a favour?"

You take a deep breath, plaster on a fake smile and turn around to face her. "Yeah sure. What's up?"

"So I wanted to cook something for Kelly since we're having dinner tonight. You know nothing special but I don't know what to make." She starts with a smile on her face. "Maybe you could give me some ideas?"

Your heart shattered. "Severide and you?"

"Well I asked if him if you wanted to tag along but he said that it'll be better if you didn't go since you said that you were feeling sick. You shouldn't have come to work you know?" Her face concern didn't faze you at all. It was the fact that this was happening to you while you were openly dating and everyone in the house knew. Including her.

With everything that's been going on you weren't surprised that this was happening. But it still hurt you deeply. "He changes his mind a lot. I wouldn't know. Sorry Nicki."

With that you walked away and held your tears in.

***

When you catched him smiling by himself in the locker room you lost it.

As much as you wanted to take things home and sort them out there, the pain and betrayal you felt whenever you saw him smiling was too much.

"What the fuck Kelly?" You raged.

"Sorry?" The suprise on his face was genuine but your feelings masked it.

"You think I wasn't going to find out that you're going to be having a fun time while dining with the clerk?" Her words and actions replayed in your head.

"Baby what?" He was genuinely puzzled. "Did Nicki do something to you?"

"Oh now you two are on a first name basis. Great!"

"No... No we're... Y/N what's going on?"

"I don't know you tell me!" You tell him. "Why do I have to come to work and see her all over you all the time!? Now she tells me you two are having dinner that you specifically didn't want me to go to! All after you followed her skimpy ass to the changing room to do god knows what!"

You two did things there that you weren't necessarily proud of. Only one thought came to your head when you thought about what the two of them did in there.

"Jesus Christ..." Realization surfaces on his face as he connects the dots. "What else did she tell you?"

"She asked me to recommend me food you like so she can cook it for you." Silence filled the air and so you continued to speak.

"Kelly I never judged you for your past. Never. Denying the fact that it made me insecure would be a lie but I trusted you! I trusted you every step of the way and you proved yourself." Tears start to collect but you fight them back. "I can't make you love me and I can't make you keep this relationship going but don't end it like this."

By the time you finished you were a mess and Kelly was raging. You didn't fight back when he pulled you into his arms and soothed you the right way. He pressed soft sincere kisses to your head and apologised for making you feel this way.

"So you didn't have sex with her in the changing room?" You fixed yourself and wiped your tears away.

Kelly chucked. "The only person with who I had sex in there is you."

Blood flowed to your cheeks in the speed of light. Soon your cheeks were tinted with the rosy color Kelly adored.

"So what did you do in there?"

"She showed me where my new uniform was since the last one was destroyed in the fire last week." You remembered last week, when his jacket was completely destroyed in the fire. It made you worried sick.

"What about dinner?"

He grabbed your hips and pulled you close, "That never happened."

"What about all the times she threw herself on you?"

"I threw her right off. Ask anyone from squad. I have witnesses."

"Yeah Tony and Capp." You chuckled.

"What's wrong with Tony and Capp?" He exclaimed and laughed.

You didn't know what else to tell him. The conclusion you got from this talk was that Kelly is innocent and Nicki is a lying bitch. Something you already kind of knew.

"I'm sorry." You whispered. You felt incredibly guilty for jumping to conclusions right away.

"Hey it's okay." He gave you his heart melting smile. The smile you've been adoring for two years. "Are we good?"

"Yeah we're good."

With your hands placed on his chest you leaned in and kissed him. Moments like this one made your heart skip a beat and brain turn to mush. The kiss was gentle and sweet and it stopped just before it was going to get more passionate and fierce.

"I love you."

"I love you too."

MASTERLIST

#Kelly Severide #kelly severide imagine #kelly severide fanfiction #kelly severide x reader #Chicago Fire #chicago fire fanfiction #chicago fire imagine

[topherfoxtrot]

Ice cold eyes❄️

❄️Anders Cain smut yeahh. Don't worry you don't need to watch the movie, just keep in mind he's a hockey player with daddy and anger issues.

✨As usual reader is first person and neutral. The dialogue is fun but the text gets super explicit at the end. Be advised. TWs include sex obviously, daddy calling, feet kissing and cum swallow.

🙏Don't forget to like, reblog or comment anything if you enjoyed this piece of moral depravity ^^

Being Anders' neighbor was weird. Some days I could listen to him screaming at the tv or at the cellphone. Some nights I could hear his bed moving around while he had sex. Sometimes his apartment would stay in absolute silence for almost a month. Other times I could listen to him crying in the dark. Those usually came after he had a phone call with his dad.

Tonight was one of those nights. I have a really good hearing so I could always hear his cellphone's ringtone. I paused the Netflix show I was watching and silently walked towards the wall so I could hear him better. Anders' 'hey dad' was kinda of shy. There was some silence. He tried to speak but his father on the other end of the call interrupted him. Anders listened to whatever his dad was saying in silence, except for an occasional deep sigh. He tried to speak again but was interrupted once more. Anders finished the call with a "yes sir".

I knew what was coming but I couldn't take myself away from the wall. I listened to the few dragged footsteps Anders made before collapsing on what I assumed was his couch. Anders cried as silently as he could, I never saw his tears but I could listen to the sniffs. At this point a huge part of me had already decided going to his house so I could help him in some way. I had to wait for the next stage though.

Anders got up and growled. Like a feral animal he approached his punching bag and started to beat the shit out of it. After living next to Anders for more than a year I could actually pinpoint when he was casually training and when he was having one of those anger releasing moments. I walked around my house trying to come up with an excuse to pay him a visit while the punching continued.

There was not a cup of sugar or borrowed plastic pot or any favor to return. We barely ever talked to each other apart from the eventual good mornings and good evenings we would say to each other when we crossed on the hall. Hell I only knew his name because I heard some of his friends saying it in own of those boys nights they have.

I pressed my lips and frowned in disappointment before walking back to the wall. The punching had stoped. I took a deep breath while gathering the courage to actually go talk to him. I left my apartament and walked towards his door still minding my steps as if I was doing something imoral (like invading his privacy). It took me a couple moments to actually knock on his door. I heard him moving around, he clearly wasn't expecting anyone.

When Anders opened the door the first thing I noticed was the bandaid on his nose and the little wound on his left eyebrow. And of course his eyes were bloated due to the recent crying. We were both wearing the same clothes: sweatpants and an old t-shirt. He sniffled hard before talking softly.

"Can I help you?"

"I'm gonna be honest with you." I switched the weight on my feet, "I know you have been crying."

Anders looked at me like I've just caught him completely naked. His eyes traveled to my bare feet and up to my head real fast. They crossed the hall and then stopped at my eyes. It felt like there was more than one sentence forming inside his head at the same time. I purposefully passed my hands on my arms and elbows. He blinked a couple times before inviting me to come in as I knew he would.

The punching bag felt familiar even though I've never actually seen it. I spotted the couch too and the tv. His apartment had the same blueprint than mine and yet it looked really different. I could tell that some of the furniture was too expansive to be there. And the whole place smelled like the cleaning products I couldn't afford to buy. In an instant I remembered all the occasions I would hear the broom and the vacuum working at his apartment. Anders' voice took me out of my own thoughts.

"I'm sorry you heard me." He came from the kitchen holding a glass of water.

"You don't need to!" I reassured him.

"No." Anders shook his head, "I shouldn't cry like that. I'm a grown up. I can take it."

I actually chuckled upon hearing that. He looked offended so I quickly grabbed the glass of water to assert some kindness.

"I'm sorry! It's just that... that's not what being an adult is about. At all! Besides my relationship with my dad is also not good so I can definitely relate."

"You heard the call too?"

"Come on Anders we've been living next to each other for over a year man!" I almost spit the water when I realized what the silence he made actually meant. He never told me his name. I chuckled again, embarrassed this time, "Sorry, I heard your friends calling you that."

He quickly looked at the wall as if trying to see through into my apartment.

"My hearing is above average good, I guess." I smiled akwardly, "And the walls are super thin."

"Actually now that I think about it." Anders looked at me again, from head to toe like he did at the door, "I've heard you to."

Hearing that made my spine freeze. I replayed all my days in my mind. I work from home so I basically stay indoors 24/7. I often listen to music but never loud enough to disturb anyone. I also listen to podcasts while cooking and always end up crying with Netflix shows not targeted to my age. What has he heard??

"what have you heard?"

Anders actually smiled. He walked to the kitchen and came back with a bottle of expensive wine and two cups.

"Are you in a hurry?"

***

We spend some good forty minutes talking on his couch while drinking wine and eating sunflower seeds. Anders said it was about the gains. 'Sunflower seeds are for the winners!', on his words.

We exchanged cooking recipes and cleaning techniques. We also talked about how hard (yet good) it was to live alone. I talked about my work at the computer and he talked about his hockey games and how he would sometimes travel to play far away leagues, which explained his occasional absence.

As the alcohol made it's magic we started to talk about more silly stuff. He said that I had a really bad taste in music, which I agreed. I said that once I found out his name and heard his friends using all this sport vocabulary I googled 'Anders + hockey' to figure out who he was. And I was actually quite surprised he was considerably famous even though I had no idea who he was. I almost considered selling his address to crazy fans. That made him laugh

"How are they like?" I poured more wine into both our glasses, "The fans I mean."

"Eh, you know." Anders shrugged, "Some of them want to drink a beer with you. Some of them want to kiss you. And some of them want to kidnap you."

"And have you ever been kidnapped?"

"Only on purpose." Anders winked at me. That made me smile. His beard was not really my thing but looking closely he was indeed quite attractive. Or maybe that was just the wine talking.

"I mean, I'm at your house and you're drunk. I could very much kidnap you right now couldn't I?" without putting any thoughts into it I raised my feet to the couch because they're so so damn cold. Anders grabbed my feet softly and placed them on his lap.

"You're also drunk. Do you think you can keep me here?"

"At this point we both know that you can only get kidnapped if you're willing to. So the question is: do you want me to kidnap you, Anders Cain?"

He looked at me with those bright blue eyes of his while gently caressing my feet. Slowly and without taking his eyes off me Anders brought my left foot closer to him and kissed it. No one has ever done that to me. And very few people have looked at at me the way he was looking.

"How much do you think you father would pay for your rescue?"

"Honestly? Not much..." Anders placed my foot on his lap again and for a few seconds he looked away from me. I bit my lip in frustration.

"Let's put it this way then." I placed my almost empty glass of wine on the expansive mat, "What about you being daddy tonight?"

The look on Anders' face made it clear that no one has ever offered him such position before. And I was so glad I could be the first to help him explore such profanity. His hands moved from my feet to my ankles. I got closer to him and grabbed his glass of wine to placed it on the mat as well. From this distance I could see a little bit of gray in his eyes. We kissed.

At first softly. His beard felt weird against my cheeks and chin, but not for long. I could taste the wine on his lips and mouth. Once his tongue came into play I felt his hands on my thighs. That made me kiss him even harder. It's been more than a month since the last time I had sex, I definitely missed the touch. I tried to jump on his lap but he grunted in pain and quickly asked me to back away.

"What is it?" I asked worried.

"Hockey stuff." He briefly explained before taking off his shirt to reveal the wounds around his ribs and shoulders. In the heat of the moment that only made me desire Anders even more. I took my shirt off and got up to get closer to him. I gently placed my hands on his waist before kissing him again.

"Don't worry." I whispered, "I'll be gentle daddy."

That made Anders hyperventilate briefly, which of course only made me proud of myself. I kissed his big hands. Then I kissed his forearms and biceps. His shoulders were broad and strong and yet lean. I kissed his shoulders and back being careful not to put too much pressure of the wounds. He flinched slightly but didn't ask me to stop.

Facing Anders again I grabbed the sweatpants and lowered them slowly. His eyes followed mine like that scene from karate kid. That made me feel powerful but I promised 'daddy' I would be kind. I would bring him to orgasm. I would bring him to forget his problems for a while. I would bring him to relax.

I grabbed Anders' dick in order to pull him into his room, but he didn't move. Instead he pulled me closer and kissed my neck. His bite made electricity run through my whole body. When we parted he looked at me with such predator eyes. Blue as ice. Sharp as a knife. Terrifying is not the best word to describe it but it's the first one that comes to mind.

Suddenly I remembered all those videos I digged up online of Anders beating the shit out of other hockey players. Did he look at them the same way he was looking at me? Did they like it as much as I am? Unfiltered duo to the alcohol I whispered.

"You're crazy."

"You like it." He whispered back.

It felt like we should smile but we didn't. Our eyes kept locked in a horny stare. I grabbed his dick again and pulled him into his room without taking my eyes off his. Same blueprint. The thing that catch my attention was the daisy flowers on Anders' bedstand. They seemed out of place for some reason. Or maybe I just didn't know him well enough.

I made him sit on the bed, back on the headboard. He made himself comfortable and I got naked in front of him. He looked at me from head to toe for the third time that night. I licked my own lips in anticipation. His dick was rock hard. Inviting me.

I crawled towards Anders. My hands caressing his ankles and thighs. I kissed him in the mouth again before kissing his neck. He grunted with my weight on him, but only slightly. I then proceeded to kiss his chest and nipples. With my mouth I followed his blonde treasure trail. I kissed his balls testing their sensitivity. Then licked his dick from base to head. When I finally put his cock inside my mouth Anders shivered a little.

His dick was not too long or thick. It was avarage but it only made it easier for me to do my thing. I absolutely took my time. I payed attention to every moan and slight movement Anders made. Slowly deciphering what he liked best.

When I felt like he was approaching climax I went faster for the final prize. He started to moan louder like I've heard from my apartment. I recognized it. I knew it was time. I swallowed his dick into my throat until I felt my nose touching his pubes. He cummed hard into my mouth. I closed my eyes and moaned loudly as I swallowed spunk after spunk of his delicious cum.

After his orgasm I kept sucking his dick until it became soft again. Anders kept moving his finger toes around and grunting in pleasure as I finished my job. When I eventually got satisfied I moved to get off the bed but Anders pulled me back to a kiss. His eyes were still as blue as ice but they looked at me with much more kindness now. We both took a deep breath before kissing again.

***

I didn't like to sleep in the house of the people I had sex with but my apartment was literally a few steps away so I didn't mind. Anders and I took a shower together. We were more sober at the time and talked drowned in the kind of intimacy only an orgasm can grant you, even if temporarily. I slept on his bed with him. We woke up a few times because I would accidentally put my weight on one his hockey wounds.

In the next morning he left to train and I left to my apartment for working. He spend a couple days away and I caught myself checking the hockey leagues every now and then. We had sex some other times after that. I don't know if we consider ourselves friends but one thing is for sure: at this point we know each other better than anyone.

#Anders Cain #FoxtrotFanfic #Wyatt Russell #smut #goon last of the enforcers 2017 #as you know english is not my first language #I'm literally so proud of this writing #also this was the hornier i got so far #hope y'all enjoy :D

[kosmosian-quills]

A Long Awaited Miracle

Hello again! Sorry about the long absence, but I’ve just not been very inspired at all, and thanks to @cirianne​‘s wonderful support after I fell into a rabbit hole, I was able to get this done! I hope you enjoy it!

There's a certain tension in the way Maciej enters our room tonight. In the way he hesitates to remove his hand from the handle as the door clicks shut, in how he refuses to look in my direction as he crosses the room to the drinks cabinet in the far corner, in how his hand trembles as he pours himself a stiff drink.

I can't say it's surprising. It's almost a ritual at this point.

He slowly approaches the bed I'm waiting for him on. I don't speak, or even utter a single sound, not until he's finished his glass of wine. He sits down on his side of the bed, still opting not to face me as he speaks.

"It's humiliating, Jadzia. I have a duty to my family, to keep the Royal line going. And yet, what should be a simple task seems almost impossible."

He sighs, running a hand through his hair, knocking it out of its normally crisp and neat style.

"We've been doing this almost every night for years. And we still seem no closer, do we?" he dares to barely turn his head towards me, just about looking at me.

"And Andrzej - he and Eleonora were married and merely two months later she was pregnant. It feels almost like he's rubbing it in, every time he brings his son here."

"I'm sure that's not true, Maciuś," I move from my position, closer to him, joining him at the bedside. Flicking my dark hair over my shoulders, I move as close to him as possible. "It's no fault of the boy's that he was born."

One thing I'm sure of, is that there will be no one in this world that has seen my husband so upset. Maybe his mother, or his brother, in his childhood, but not now. He wouldn't show them this, what he is showing to me. It will have been years since he cried in front of them.

"Like how it's not your fault we're going through all this." I reach over and hold his hand in mine, and he squeezes back, his other hand balled into a fist.

"It certainly seems like it from my perspective, the doctor said himself that there is nothing wrong with you," his voice trembles ever so slightly, when he says you. I wince inwardly, not quite able to form a response to that.

He isn't wrong. The doctor said that there should be no issue for us to get pregnant, but left it at that. The implications are glaringly obvious to me.

However, the words that he is repeating to me, are words that the doctor said to us years ago.

We have been undergoing regular fertility treatments for three years now, and it has certainly left a strain on almost every aspect of our lives. He feels useless, and I feel overwhelmed in large part due to the various drugs given to me for treatment. And just when I get my hopes up that this time - this time - it worked, the result is negative.

It's exhausting. We wait a few weeks, and the cycle repeats again.

All I have left in me, is the hope that it will work. That all this will be worth it, and I will be able to give him a child that we're both so desperate for.

"My apologies, Jadwiga," his voice is low and hollow, and he looks at me properly, "that was inconsiderate of me. I know what you're doing for this, for us."

I bring his hand, still entwined in mine, up to my lips and plant a small kiss, leaning on his shoulder slightly, "apology accepted.”

"I just don't understand it. Why can't I do the simplist thing that is expected of me?" it's painful to hear how he tries to conceal the tears that teeter on the edge of his voice, threatening to overwhelm him. "What is wrong with me?"

"Nothing. Nothing at all, Maciej, you care so, so much, and I want to see you happy again."

Trying to sound reassuring by giving him the ounces of hope I had reserved for myself, is all I can do. I can't blame him for this. Things have to happen, we are just unlucky. Our luck will turn around in our favour one day. It has to. For both of our sakes.

"We're both doing the best we can, and that's all we can do. We'll have our wish soon."

---

I couldn't place the strange, uneasy feeling I had that morning. It didn't help that I felt sick, but I suppose that is to be expected with the chilly weather we had been having despite our recent arrival into spring.

But I suppose the sickening feeling in my stomach was something of an omen to the news brought to us that morning.

I had barely even heard what had happened - the attendant came over and whispered in Maciej's ear. His eyes grew wide, and he leapt up from his seat and rushed to the door without another word. The sombre look on the attendant's face as he looked at me was all I needed to know, all I needed to get up and follow my husband down the corridor, to the room that his mother had retired to last night.

The Queen is dead.

Her Majesty, Queen Helena Janewska Górskanka, passed away during the night, and there seems to be a heavy shadow cast over the inhabitants of the castle now.

It was almost too sudden, too soon, to be real. She shouldn't have died so suddenly. She was in perfect health before today. In fact, she had been cheerful (well - as cheerful as her majesty allowed herself to be). She had been all smiles and happiness, even Maciej had laughed along with her at the dinner table last night.

My only hope, is that she died in happiness, in the comfort of her eldest son and her daughter-in-law. That she was proud of him.

I suppose I'll never have that answer.

And just like that, everything that was previously her job - became Maciej's responsibility entirely.

He wasn't just my husband, now. He wasn't just Maciej Pawełski Górskanki, eldest son to Helena and Paweł Górskanki, heir to the throne of the country.

No, he was now soon-to-be King, and for the first time in generations...

... he was stepping into those shoes, heirless.

I'm sure he feels that deep, burning shame that I am. That we are seven years into our marriage and still have no child, that his parents wanted to see the future of our country, and we couldn't do that for them.

At least... not whilst they were alive, it seems.

And now, here I am, waiting nervously for the results of the test I just took. I haven't told Maciej, for the fear that this is merely a passing illness, and not what we have been dreaming of for years.

If it's not real, I can keep this to myself and move on - disappointed, of course - but at least Maciej wouldn't be heartbroken at the excitement and then deflation that comes with waiting for these results. Especially today, after the death of his mother.

His father died after the Winter Festival last december. He had been in ill health, and it seemed his time had come without much fuss. Maciej was of course devastated, as was I, yet nothing came of our situation. We had hoped to have a little more time, but alas, we did not.

The pit in my stomach at the thought of this test being negative - like all the rest - is unbearable. The effort we're going through... it's not fair, it's not fair that we've been unsucessful after so long. Even I am finding it hard to stay positive in this matter. After all the hormone treatments and doctor's visits and negative tests, it's all too much now. I don't know how much longer I'll -

My train of thought is interrupted by my prompt to check the results. Here I am, sat on the bathroom floor of my own ensuite, hands shaking as I reach up to the sink for my test.

It feels like the air in my lungs has vanished. The weight on my shoulders lighter. The sickliness in my stomach eased.

That little "+" that looks back at me, seems to have made all those problems go away, at least, for now.

I hold the test close to my chest, and can't help but let the sob escape me.

#my writing #my oc's #my wip #WIP: Angel #POV: Jadwiga #can you tell I am No expert in how any of this works #learning about ivf treatment and stuff #for some context #Jadwiga is Anjelika's mother and the latter was born 8 years into their marriage :) #scandalous I know XD for such an important child to be born so late into a marriage #I wonder why :) #don't mind me #i had to do some rearranging on my timeline for this -.- because deathdays are terrible #also fun fact - autocorrect changed 'son' to 'sin' for me in reference to Emil XD #it's what he deserves #also yet another POV header 🙃